The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who surreptitiously joins the neighborhood mate-swappers.
Julia Bell is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her lie taboo desires she is powerless to control, desires that haunt and plague her without mercy.
SHAME ON MOM-a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
She was waiting for her son. She sat behind the steering wheel of her car in the high-school parking lot, a lovely young woman with chestnut hair and slanty blue eyes. She wore the neat beige uniform of a Skelly Girl, an expert stenographer for hire by the hour. The car was small but new and she appeared poised, sure of her place in the world.
But she had two fingers up her cunt and was hurriedly masturbating.
Hurry! she groaned. Come now. Quick. God, my cunt's wet. And loose. But I can't get it off. I have to before Jack arrives. Please, just one quick little orgasm to untie the knots. Please. Now?
She stared down at the hand in her panties, knuckles humping at the nylon like mice scurrying about. Her legs were bowed out and tense, prettily rounded bare legs made to wrap around a man but she, Julia Bell, considered the top Skelly Girl both in proficiency and sexiness, was finger-fucking herself.
She rubbed the heel of her hand on her soft-haired cunt-mound, pushing downward. The dark hair showed through her panties as a broad fan. The pussy-lips she squeezed were plump and fitted snugly and her fuck-hole was narrow but quite deep, her fingers not reaching the depths of it. Her vision hazed as she pictured a cock plunging into her cunt. She needed some fucking badly, a long, hard night of it, but all men seemed wooden and gray and dull compared to her adorable son, Jack.
The knowledge that she wanted Jack's horny, fifteen-year-old cock stabbing into her cunt made her cringe with shame.
Never!
She squeezed her pussy-lips in on her clit. The nubbin felt grotesquely swollen, fiery and painful. She rubbed it hard but it would not burst, hurt instead of triggering her come.
Pulling her nipples often helped.
She glanced feverishly about the parking lot. She saw nobody, few cars. School was out. Jack was on the track team, now working out on the athletic field beyond the wall edging the parking lot. A concrete stairway led to it. Watching the stairway, Julia slipped a hand under the double-knit soft top she wore beneath her Skelly Girl jacket, up to her bra.
She kneaded a round, full tit, larger than her hand could cover. Her boss, Bill Marston, called her Little Mrs. Tits and Ass. Darling Bill. One afternoon he had fucked her on the office couch and it had been glorious, but Bill loved his wife, who was apparently a nympho and kept him milked dry. Bill could not understand why Julia remained single; she had been divorced five years. She could not tell him that her son, Jack, was her entire life.
Her tit felt swollen and sore. Massaging it helped and then tugging a nipple. Better now. Hot waves traveled from tit to cunt. Yes, better! She fingered her jugs together and rubbed both nipples to erection. They were long and thick, rather over-sized and men loved sucking them, but how long had it been since she had been in bed with a man? A month?
She looked down at her spread legs, heels braced on the car floor, panty crotch dark with wetness. Plenty of cunt-juice. She had to come now!
Straining, she raised her ass and pushed her twat at the harshly massaging hand and plunging fingers, while tugging at her nipples. She had to come so she could face Jack, be his poised, serene mother, joking with him in his own raunchy high-school language.
A movement on the steps to the athletic field caught her eye. Jack! Long blond hair flying, face red with exertion, pausing now to look for her car.
The sight of him plunged her over the edge and it burst, the liquid balloon that had engorged her cunt, gushing down the piercing fingers to her hand. A quaking spread throughout her body, jarring her swollen tits, burning her face. Rigidly jerking her hips through fuck-humps, she fought her way over the peak of orgasm and slid ass-first down a chute slippery with her own cunt-honey.
Jack had seen the car, came running toward her.
I've come. Thank God. Cunt still fluttering. Tits pulsing like bellows. Sweat. A sunshiny spring day, luckily, windows open to let out the odor of hot cunt. Hands out of blouse and panties, skirt down. Rear-view mirror. Blue eyes dark with lust. Nostrils quivering.
"Julia!" Jack called, waving, running toward her in his sweat-stained T-shirt, track shorts with a bulge in them like a grapefruit, spiked shoes. He carried his clothing in a sack slung over his shoulder. Stocky, chesty, blondly handsome.
Julia waved out the window to him, smiling calmly as she snatched a tissue from her open handbag and wiped her cunt-juiced fingers on it, wadded it and poked it into the ashtray.
"I ran the mile in four-twenty-three!" he cried, circling the car and tearing the passenger door open. He pitched the sack in back and flung in, grinning at her.
"Four-twenty-three!" she said. "Darling, that's wonderful!"
Quickly the odor of male sweat filled her nostrils, bringing a tremor of sexual excitement that she bit her lip to contain. She started the car hurriedly and wheeled out of the parking lot, speeding to bring air rushing through the windows, to bear away the harsh male odor that made her nostrils flare and quiver and started a fresh cuntal quaking that sent juice oozing out her hole.
Jack was making room for himself by stacking her typewriter case on the one containing her steno machine, tape recorder and files of memos to be copied.
He said, "I forgot you were picking me up to go shopping. I should've showered and dressed in the locker room."
"We're late anyhow."
As she drove, Julia thought, What hell to be divorced, living with a son sexually mature, mother-love perverted to lust! I fuck every man who makes a pass, trying to take the edge off my heat. But the next day the sight of Jack makes my cunt boil and drool, the same as before!
She turned into the avenue and stomped on the gas, speeding the car as though to escape her son.
But he remained beside her, sprawled, legs apart, revealing the huge bulge of his cock and balls.
Jack pretended to be watching traffic, but he stole sidelong glances at his mother.
Her gleaming, silky red hair, wide blue eyes, plump pink lower lip-the prettiest woman in town and God, her body, the tits jutting like grapefruit! Her skirt was pulled back, showing her sleek, lushly rounded thighs. Air from the floor vent lifted the skirt hem and he glimpsed her panties. Dark pussy hair showed through transparent nylon.
He felt his cock twitch.
He gritted his teeth, fighting against the hard-on. Fortunately he was wearing his jock strap, which held his prick down somewhat. He crossed his legs, afraid that Mum-he called her either that or Julia-would see his cock stand up. He would die of shame if she knew he was horny for her, that he wanted to fuck his own mother!
But his gaze kept slipping to her pearly thighs and her plump pussy-lips straining against the nylon.
He groaned inwardly. He needed a steady screw, something juicy to fuck three or four times a week. There used to be Dolores, but her family had moved away in April.
Maybe Lily, the new girl next door. She acted awful snooty, though. Well, he had to make it with her, or go crazy thinking about his mother's pussy!
Julia turned into Hartly, their street, shaded by big maple trees. The houses were old, had verandas, mostly were two-storied.
He glimpsed Lily Powers climbing the steps to the porch of her house. Tawny hair, glasses and oh that Lily ass, cute bumps wagging around.
He murmured, "She's supposed to be a math brain. Maybe she could help me with algebra."
"Who, darling?" Julia answered absently, turning into their driveway, between the two houses.
"Lily, the new girl next door."
"She's rather sexy, isn't that what you're saying, Jack?"
He grinned. "Anyhow, quadratic equations have me stumped."
She stopped the car at the kitchen door. Jack gathered up his stuff and Julia's two cases, which she called her portable office and followed his mother inside.
In the kitchen she took a casserole from the freezer, stuck it into the oven alongside the potatoes she had washed at breakfast time, set the oven while curling an arm behind her back and unzipping her dress. She was efficient as hell. Had to be, keeping house along with a job.
The phone was ringing.
"Damn!" Julia said, peeling her dress up as she straightened from the oven. "Oh, I'll get it."
He watched her go, dress up to her shoulders now, those big, delicious ass-globes rolling, stretching the nylon film that covered very little of them. In fact, most of the panties had gotten twisted into her cleft, baring the voluptuous cheeks.
Jack's cock strained powerfully at his jock strap. Damnit, in warm weather she often went about in bra and panties and it was driving him ape! God, he could even see cunt hair fringing out the panty leg holes!
She turned into the hall, called back, "Jack, would you mix me a dry martini? And start making a salad for dinner?"
"Sure." He turned eagerly to the tasks, anything to take his mind off her body, got out ice cubes, gin, vermouth.
As he worked, he tore off his sweated T-shirt and dropped his running trunks, to let the breeze through the screen door cool off his feverish body.
Julia picked up the phone and dropped into the chair beside the phone table, draped her dress over the arm and reached back to her bra hooks.
She gave her name and heard the voice of her boss, Bill Marston, saying, "Hello, Sweet Tits!"
She giggled. Dear Bill.
"You horny devil," she said, thinking of the time Bill fucked her on the office couch. Just once. That nympho wife of his kept his prick as limp as an old sock. But erect it was the fattest, hardest tool Julia had ever had inside her cunt.
He said, "This guy Rakowski, the executive from Acme Kitchenware visiting their local setup-he was crazy impressed by the work you did for him today. Wants you this evening, eight o'clock at the Billings Hotel. Can do?"
"Of course." She had had a long day but this would pay time and half. After eleven, double time.
Bill mused, "Rakowski raved about your proficiency. I told him you're the tops, my number-one Skelly Girl, but listen, Sweet Tits, he's also horny for you. He asked, so I told him you got the wettest cunt in town."
"Such flattery," Julia chuckled.
"I also told him we charge double time for fucking."
"Up yours, Bill." Smiling, she unhooked her bra, dropped the straps, held the cups to her tits.
Just then Jack came into the hall carrying her dry martini. He wore only his jock strap, a waistband and pouch. Her gaze flashed over his golden body, broad, hairless chest, muscular arms and legs, returned to the pouch, an immense bulge ridged by a hard-on. He gave her the drink, turned and dashed into the bathroom.
She clutched the bra to her tits, found that one cup had fallen. Had she shown him a bare tittie?
She could still see the jock pouch, ridged by his hard cock, the bottom swollen out by his balls.
The bathroom door closed. She heard the shower spatter. She set her drink on the table and plunged a hand into her panties, clutched her aching, pulsing cunt.
Oh the phone, Bill Marston asked, "Hey, Sweet Tits, you gone away?"
"Bill. Oh. Yes. Eight o'clock. Mr. Rakowski."
"Okay, sweetie. I hope Rakowski gives you what's coming to you." Laughing, he hung up.
Julia was not laughing. Rubbing her nipples, she fingered into her cunt, began hipping into the pressure. She had to come again. While Jack was showering. Rakowski, Rick was his first name. Handsome. Blond, like Jack. She was going to seduce him. She had to get fucked tonight. Rick was away from home, from wife or girl friend and had to be horny. Did he have a long cock? She needed a long one up her cunt, so she could come and come.
Cunt drool ran into her hand. She took a drink of martini, trying to loosen her nerves so she could come.
Her hand shook on the glass. She gulped.
The shower turned off.
Oh, God, if Jack came out and found her masturbating- She just could not come.
Bursting into tears, Julia lurched to her feet and hurried, hand between bowed legs, to her bedroom, kicking the door shut, still frantically massaging her pussy.
In the bedroom the john lid crashed against the tank. She heard pee spatter into the bowl.
She pictured him standing there holding his fat cock. With that she came, sobbing, hip-jerking, in an agony of shame as she humped through orgasm while thinking of her son's big cock.
CHAPTER TWO
At seven-thirty Julia set out for her appointment.
Jack helped by carrying her steno cases to the car trying not to watch the voluptuous rolling of her ass. She did not wear her Skelly Girl uniform for evening work, but had on a white dress that clung to her, even oozing into her ass-crease.
She kissed him good-bye and drove off.
He stood rubbing the burn where her lips had touched his cheek and goddamnit, his cock was up and twitching again.
He returned to the house and got his algebra book. The house seemed dead and empty without Julia. God, why was this happening, this sick horniness for his own mother?
He fled the place, angled across the drive and lawns to the front of the Powers house.
He found Lily sitting on the edge of the porch at the top of the steps, guitar lying across her thighs. Even though Julia's image still filled his mind, he had to admit that Lily was a pretty girl, with tawny hair, a sort of mix of wheat color and gold and though slim compared to Julia, nicely shaped.
Piano music came pouring out the open front door.
Lily fingered her horn-rimmed glasses down her nose and gazed over them at him. Brown eyes. Long lashes lowered and her eyes narrowed.
She said, "I bet you came to borrow a cup of sugar."
Jack dropped down on the bottom step. "Nah. Just to gaze at your charms."
"You can't. I have clothes on."
She said that without cracking a smile. Jack laughed. He settled down to studying her. She wore a yellow, elastic halter, her shoulders and midriff bare. Her slimness left off inside the halter; there was a helluva pair of jugs on the girl and nipples spiking out the yellow material. She must have been wearing this yellow tit-hammock when much younger because now, age fifteen, her boobies sat in it with the nipples near the top and the milky upper slopes exposed.
She had on a short skirt, showing satiny thighs Jack would like to get down and nibble on.
"Algebra," she said. "The book. So you want to milk my brain!"
Jack would rather try milking her tits but he said, "Lily, algebra is just a way to get to you."
She grinned wryly. "Well, you may be flunking algebra but you do flatter with a nimble tongue. Here I thought you were just an athlete, a brawny runner of fast miles."
Her fancy, put-on language irked Jack. But screw it, he was here to use her math brain, or get laid, or both if possible.
The piano music in the living room was getting louder. Despite this, Lily raised her guitar, shifting her legs to support it and began strumming.
The movement opened her thighs and he saw the white crotch of her panties. He swallowed hard, felt his cock give a surge as he gazed at the darkness of pussy hair showing above the doubled crotch material, which was snuggled into her split.
"I'm teaching myself guitar," she said, apparently unaware that he was looking up her skirt at her cunt. "Since I already play the piano, this is almost childish in scope. Music is simply complex mathematics, you see. That is why I excel in algebra and geometry. And you did wish algebraic assistance, Mr. Bell?"
Mr. Bell! Her lingo was getting fruitier. "Sure," Jack said.
"I will instruct you in algebra through music. What is your preference? Bach? Beethoven? Brahms?"
"Rock," Jack said.
She raised an eyebrow. "Then, so be it. I have rock records in my room. I shall go ask the mater's permission."
Saying this she sprang up, laid her guitar on the porch and ran inside.
Jack sat there wondering about this nutty chick. He recognized the words, like mater, which had to mean her mother, but nobody talked that way. Except her mother, Julia had said. Like Mrs. Powers was very strange. What kind of a put-down was it? Could Lily be so goddamn intellectual she didn't know her legs were spread and he was looking up her skirt?
While she was inside, the piano music got so loud it sounded like Mrs. Powers had the thing on wheels and was driving it out onto the porch.
Finally Lily returned, dropped down to her place on the porch edge. She retrieved her guitar, saying, "Mother can't endure rock music. When she finishes playing, she'll go off to the chess club. Then we can turn it on loud."
"And your father?"
"Oh, he's gone already, playing poker with the truck drivers at the plant."
As she spoke, she cocked up a leg, rested the guitar on the other thigh, turned her attention to the neck, where she fingered the strings rapidly while strumming.
The pink of evening glowed up her skirt, brightening those satiny thighs. Jack gaped. What he saw between her legs was not a panty crotch band but Lily's hairy pussy.
He could not believe his eyes, but there it was, a brownish tuft of cunt hair and below it twin fringes curling in on her split! The lips were thinly clad, pinkish. The spread of her legs drew them slightly apart and the coral line between, though shadowed, glistened brightly.
Jack's cock jerked to full, hot, pants-stretching erection.
The piano music thundered now, like the shootout in a Western movie. The guitar produced only a faint tinkling. Much louder was the thumping of his heart as he stared at Lily's naked twat and the realization came that while inside she had taken off her panties in order to advertise the availability of her cunt.
Clearly she was thinking less of music and of algebra, than she was of fucking when her mother had left.
The piano music stopped like the piano had fallen through the floor to the cellar.
"That was lovely, Mother," Lily called into the house. Then she laid the guitar down on the porch and reached a hand between her legs. She rubbed her pussy as though it itched, this amazing chick did, while Jack gaped. Then she sprang up, saying, "Let's go in, Jack."
He rose, holding his algebra book over the huge tent in his pants and followed.
The living room was spacious, a handsome room where Mrs. Powers sat at a gleaming mahogany grand piano.
She said, "Lily, get Coke for you and Jack." As the girl hustled off to the kitchen, her mother turned and smiled warmly at Jack, a handsome woman with dark hair tied into a bun at the nape of her neck. She wore an odd-looking cape, zebra-striped and polka-dot slacks. Her arms protruded through slits in the cape. She said, "Please sit down, Jack. Make yourself at home."
"Yes, ma'am," he said, quickly dropping into a chair, the better to hide his fierce hard-on.
"I'm so pleased to see a boy in the house," she went on. "Where we used to live, Lily was very popular."
He guessed he knew the secret of Lily's popularity.
She said, "A girl needs a boy friend just as I need my husband."
This startled him. Did she mean, for fucking? Avoiding her gaze, he saw on the wall to his right a life-sized photographic blow-up of a huge man in football uniform, Mr. Powers, younger but just as brutal, bearish-looking.
"My husband played pro in those days," Mrs. Powers said.
Some crazy family, Jack thought, Mr. Powers' football and poker with the truck drivers, his wife into piano and chess. And Lily- Lily came hurrying back from the kitchen, carrying a quart Coke bottle and glasses. That narrow yellow halter was wrenching around as her tossing boobs fought it. Christ, what lively tits! He jumped up to help her, leaving the algebra book behind. Fuck algebra! He took the Coke bottle and she led him to a stairway.
Her mother called, "Lily, do shut your bedroom door until I'm gone, darling. That alleged music makes my head ache. And Jack, do tell your pretty mother to come and visit, will you?"
"Yes, ma'am," Jack said, following the wagging of Lily's cute behind up the stairs.
She took him down the second-floor hall to a girl-type bedroom, flowered chintz curtains and matching bedspread. To the right were bookshelves on each side of a window, on them stacks of records and a turntable. Lily closed the door behind them.
She poured Cokes while he fumbled with records, not seeing the titles, just Lily's tits mostly out of the halter. He could no longer restrain himself. As she poured, he reached, slid his hand into the halter and grabbed a handful of hot, firm tit.
She went rigid. She looked over her glasses at him. "Mr. Bell," she said. "Whatever are you doing?"
Using both hands, he pulled the halter down, taking into his hands milky jugs with conical pink tips. His touch aroused the entire crowns, the areolas puffing out, projecting the sharp nipples.
"What I'm doing," he said hoarsely, "is feeling your tits."
"Oh," Lily said, as though that answered the question. She still held the Coke bottle tilted to the glass and regarded him with wide brown eyes.
"They're beauties," he choked.
"When you're done playing with them, put them back into my halter and we'll look through the records."
"No," he said. "Fuck the records."
Then he saw tears well in those great brown eyes, pools forming, tears dribbling down her cheeks.
Crying he could not take. He released her tits.
Lily finished pouring the Cokes, sniffling, then pushing her glasses up in place, glaring at him through them.
"I get it," he said. "You're hiding behind those glasses. I bet they have window-pane glass in them."
Her eyes flooded then. Sobbing, she swiveled away, went shakily to the far wall and dropped sitting on the floor against her bed. Her bare titties hung on the yellow halter. She sat with legs cocked up and spread. He saw not only her hairy pussy but her belly up to the navel.
"Put on a record," she sobbed.
He took the first one off the stack, fiddled with the unfamiliar record-player knobs until he got it going. Then he said, "Lily, why shouldn't I grab your titties? Especially after you took off your panties downstairs and showed me your pussy."
She sniffled, then choked, "I wanted you to see my pussy."
"Well, goddamnit, you got my cock so hard it hurts, like it's going to bust my pants or rub itself raw. It's squeezed in so tight it feels like it could break!"
"Then open your fly and let it out."
All very logical, was this crazy chick. So all right, he unzipped and Christ, his cock jumped out like fired from a gun, stood purple-swollen, the head jutting nakedly from the foreskin, the stem straining, curved upward.
Lily stopped crying. She stared intently at the stony fuck-tool. Her hand slipped down to her pussy and slowly massaged the furry lips.
She said, "Let me see your scrotum, too."
He scooped out the sac with its aching, enlarged cargo, which was tender to the touch.
Still rubbing her pussy, she said, "My God but you're hung, Jack! You're really hung."
A balmy evening breeze oozing through the open window cooled his fevered cock and drained the tension from him.
"But why the glasses?" he asked. "Why do you kind of hide behind them?"
Hearing that, she burst into tears.
Watching rivulets run down her cheeks, he realized that she needed help. He crossed the room to her and dropped down, sat with his cock standing like a tower rising from his loins.
He wrapped an arm about Lily.
Still sobbing, she dropped her head on his shoulder. She was gazing down at his erect prick.
Then her hand left her pussy and rose over her leg, reaching towards the swollen and throbbing prick.
CHAPTER THREE
Lily hesitated. Instead of grasping his massive cock, she plucked off her glasses and put them aside. Jack was right, she hid behind them just as she concealed herself with the pompous, high-flown speech her mother had gotten her used to. Shit talk! To explain her loneliness to him, her lost feeling at a new school, in a new town, she had had to take off her panties and show him her pussy.
She turned her face up to him. And he kissed her. She gave a shiver and came all loose, letting his tongue slide into her mouth. Quivering with delight she sucked it and vined her own about it.
His hand cupped her bare tit, his thumb rubbing the nipple. A strong, protective hand, squeezing firmly, it brought a heat to her tittie, making it swell and palpitate like a come beginning to burst.
Her mouth yawned and she lapped feverishly at his lips, at his tongue, until excitement made her turn away, breaking the suction.
Panting, she buried her face in the hollow of his throat. She sniffled. Her vision cleared. Into it rose his majestic stiff cock, a towering foot of meat, the purple head looking as big as her fist.
She whispered, gazing at the rampant cock, "Jack, I won't talk shit to you again. Or hide behind my glasses."
"Would you like to be my girl?"
Thrilled, she nodded vigorously. Then, gazing at his swollen cock-head, the split gaping and showing a pearly drop within, she could no longer resist. She slid her hand down his belly to his bushy ruff, silky to her touch and fingered the stem of his rigid tool. Hard! So hard. Her fingers curled about his prick-shaft, scarcely encircling the hugeness of it.
He whispered in her ear, "Lily, do you want me to fuck you?"
A violent quaking shook her body. Gasping, she forced herself closer to him, tightening her grasp on his penis. But penis seemed a pale word, like what a guy had limp. This was a cock, a foot of bony dong, a tool such as she had never touched.
She raised and looked into his eyes-this close he was a bit out of focus-and said, "Yes!"
Then she clamped her mouth onto his and slid her tongue in, sucking the sweetness of his saliva, coiling her tonguetip about his.
She felt his hand on her thigh. Her legs were together.
She spread them to let him fondle her pussy.
Strong but gentle, his fingers forked on her cunt-lips, squeezed them. She heard a squishy sound. She smiled.
She whispered, "My cunt is all gooey, huh?"
He fingered between her labes. "Wow! Slippery like they were oiled." His roving finger pressed her clit and a tiny bomb burst inside her, like a hot bubble popping. It made her gasp. Then down his finger went, over her pee hole, teasingly between her bloated inner labes, into her cunt-hole.
"Ah-hh!" she gasped. And worked her hand up his column of a prick to seize the head, plushy soft around a bony core.
He asked, "Do you dig my cock?"
She kissed his throat. "I want it to dig me."
"Now?"
Laying frantic love bites on his throat, she hissed, "Now, yes, into my cunt. Oh, I want it so bad! On the bed. But I can't get up. I'm all loose. Lift me?"
He grinned. She felt muscular arms under her back and legs, heard a grunt. She flew, clinging to him, sucking at his throat until the softness of the mattress came up to her back.
Standing above her, he looked as golden beautiful as Apollo, even though the sun was down and the moon had risen to replace it, a bold and glaring moon flooding its cold and silvery light in the window.
He reached down and unhooked the waist of Lily's skirt. He stripped it off her. Naked now, she drew her legs back, frog-fashion, saw her hairy pussy spread, felt her hole gape, waiting for his cock to fill it.
She had hung a large mirror on the door in hopes of this, wanting desperately to watch Jack fuck her. In it now she saw the moon-silvered spread of her thighs, the dark sprawling hair of her beaver, divided by her sleek, glistening split.
Tears again filled her eyes. Tears of joy now. She said, "I'm starting to cry again. I need your cock inside me."
Jack climbed onto the bed and mounted her on hands and knees. Down between the bodies, beyond his massive erection, she saw the mirror view of his backside. Muscular white ass-cheeks, hair in the lower cleft. From it hung the inverted heart shape of his scrotum, bulging with plump, cum-engorged balls. Below, her own snowy buttocks and her fork-bearded cunt. She saw her hole as small compared to the fat cock-head that was about to enter it.
He whispered, "Do you think your cunt's big enough?"
Feeling impish now, she reached up and slapped his jaw with two fingers, saying, "You silly cock, cunts stretch like crazy."
"I don't want to hurt you."
She raised up and kissed him. "Then, I'll steer it into me, huh?"
Seeing him nod, she reached down between them and grasped the bony shaft, drew it, sliding the plushy cock-head in her slit. Ooohhh! So hot! Then she seated it in the mouth of her cunt.
He pushed. His cock sank in. Gigantic, like an apple stretching her! She squirmed, adjusting to his prick, spreading her legs even farther apart and-oh, there, his cock was sliding in, hot and pulsing! Her cunt walls pinched in on it, fluttered, grabbed again as the fat tool kept going deeper. She kept hold of his cock all the way, until his balls hung against her fingers.
Then her cunt abruptly yawned. It seemed to gulp, suck and a boiling storm broke out in her belly.
"JACK! I'M GONNA COME!" she shrieked.
CHAPTER FOUR
Lily found that she had drawn her legs back and her hands gripped her knees, digging into them like talons. The first quirky pull of her come had done this, made her thus open herself and straighten her cunt to the reaming thrusts of Jack's cock.
Her insides were a confused, steamy roiling. She knew she was almost into orgasm, in fact halfway up the hill. But Jack was still testing, fucking her with short jogs, pausing to judge the slant of her organs and her capacity. Thus she had no rhythm except the beat of rock music from the record player, which did not relate to this at all. She needed orientation that Jack, probing through his voyage of discovery, could not provide.
He needed to put his weight on her, crush her clit, gather her to a bundle in his arms. But he was poised on elbows, touching her only with the rigid meat sliding in and out her fuck-hole.
And maybe she was equally uncertain, not quite ready to let go, for the belly storm was simmering down, the anguishing pulls weaker.
Mother had said, "You can't force it, darling. Let your body take charge."
So Lily released her knees. Seemingly of their own accord her legs crossed on his back and she rested her heels on it.
He asked, "You got your come?"
She could lie. But they had agreed on no shit.
She said, "My cunt was pulling like crazy but I ran out of steam."
"Do you like it?"
She vined her arms around his shoulders and drew him down, her mouth yawning. His cock stilled. His tongue slipped into her mouth, firm, slowly roving.
Then she whispered, "Don't fuck me now. Hold still. Let me feel how your cock is inside me."
He grinned. "Anything to please the fancy of my lady love."
She giggled. "Jack, you can talk shit if you try, huh?"
Then, quiet, she cautiously rolled her hips, moving about the rigid bulk filling her belly. Really, she could not tell cunt from cock. They had merged into one being. Some warm waves began slithering about inside her, coiling, spiralling around his cock, perhaps passing through it, knitting it to her cunt. Or was it a chemical thing, two substances joining molecularly?
She peered over his shoulder at the moon-bright mirror, where the legs and ass and back of Jack lay between her soft legs. The beauty of it came as a catch in her throat. In the mirror her eyes looked heavy-lidded, smug. Oh, yes, smug. Didn't she have the cock of the handsomest boy in the high school up her cunt?
She told him about the mirror, then said, "Lift so I can see your cock?"
He did and she watched the long, glistening tool rise in mirror view, saw her hairy cunt-mouth ringing it, clinging fused to it, being pulled out by the suction!
The sight brought her frenzy back with a rush. She cried out, digging her heels into his back.
"Jack! Fuck me long and hard! Hard!"
"You coming?"
"Yes!" she shrieked and oh could she feel it, like a Roman candle bursting in the depths of her cunt, trying to drive out his cock. But no, engulfing it, pushing it as he lifted, swarming all over it when he plunged back in, wringing that glorious meaty dong, sucking it so loudly that she could hear the sound echoing off the mirror.
"Your cunt is hot! It's sizzling!" he choked.
He screwed his hairy loins into her spread-open split, bringing a burst of fire that made her arch up, smearing her gash at him.
She gave a wrenching moan as the fires in her cunt merged and erupted. She was hammering at him, clawing his shoulders and the cunt gush blew out of her in a single blast. Wide-eyed, hardly believing that a come could be so violent, she remained arched up to his slamming prick.
Then downhill. A slide, wobbling about. The burning red in her vision was turning to an easy, slippery pink.
She smiled as she reached bottom. Sweat dotted her forehead. She licked it from her upper lip.
"I came so hard," she whispered.
Her legs fell from his back.
Her cunt pulsed slowly, for the moment contented to gently milk the horny intruder.
When Jack first pushed his pulsing cock into Lily's cunt, he had felt his rod jerk with orgiastic violence, like his load was going to shoot. He had clenched his teeth and frozen every muscle to hold back, deadly afraid of the humiliating experience of a premature come. Maybe he had lost a spit of his charge. Anyhow, he had succeeded, then calmed down enough to fuck her pretty solidly without letting go.
Now he rested on her, enjoying the silky little tugs of her cunt, sort of squishing in and out on his prick.
Her eyes were hazel, green flecks in them, twinkling as she gazed up at him. Freckles bridged her nose. Her hair seemed a mix, blondish over brown. She wore no makeup and nothing surprised him more than his digging a no-makeup, smarts-type chick.
Just resting here, his weight on elbows and knees and on her, feeling the soft caressings of her cunt, he experienced an overwhelming flood of affection. She had said she wanted to be his girl. That had touched him. And she would be.
He fingered a dimple that creased in around her mouth corner when she smiled. Her tongue slipped out and licked his fingertip. Then she turned to it and closed her lips on the digit.
"Lover man," she whispered.
"Am I number one, Lily?"
She raised and tongued at his mouth. "One and only, I'm a one-cock girl. But don't stray or I won't help you pass algebra."
"That's a deal!"
Despite the chatter, the lazy cuntal quivers and quirks she was laying on his cock were making it throb. He raised up and looked down their bodies, dwelling on the pointy mounds of her titties for a moment, then down her belly to the bush of crinkly hair now fluffing, expanding as his weight lifted off. He jacked his ass up and saw his ruddy stem emerge, dripping drool.
His glance flicked back to her eyes. She was smiling, gazing lovingly up at him.
He slid his cock back in. Her lips formed a circle, breath whooshing out. "Oohhh! Hey, that monster cock! How lucky my cunt stretches!"
Her slippery insides moved more vigorously on his dick.
He asked, "Are you doing that? Or can't you help it?"
"Sometimes my cunt has a mind of my own."
Her heels dug into his back, suddenly firm and she strained. He felt a seizure, like a ring shrinking in on the root of his cock.
"That I did!" she chortled, as though proud of it. "There. Again."
This time the clutch seemed to swarm up and down his shaft and suddenly, as though triggered, his whole being turned on fire and iron and he began jerking, out of control, reaming in and out of her gushy cunt-channel.
She looked alarmed. Then she seized his shoulders and as he sludged into her cunt, she rose to meet him, hips hammering now. They had a rhythm, wobbly and a bit uneven, but it worked, meeting with a loud squish, a slap.
His nuts thumped her ass and that did it. That did it good.
He reared up, his back bowed as he fucked his tool so fast that it whirred. His bones seemed to click together, the restraining muscles being used beyond their capacity to cushion. He felt his eyes bulge and his breath sawed out like running the last lap of the mile.
Lily loosed a moan, an animal cry of surrender, of despair, of joy. The cry was a come, a releasing of her body and spirit. Her cunt seemed to yawn out as big as a football, containing fluids under compression and that was what he fucked, that firm liquid he could enter only by shoving with all his strength.
From his nuts came a flood of jizz that felt clotted, thick, almost solid. In a single long blob it forced through his cock, riding an explosive surging convulsion of his entire loins.
"It's going!" he howled.
"Give it to me!" Lily moaned.
His jizz blasted into her and Lily's cunt had to overflow. He felt the hot spill wash down his balls, which flagged into more of it on her ass, splashing and then sliding about the slippery surface.
Again he delivered, shot cum out so hard that it felt like the head of his cock was blown into her hole.
And she screeched, "I got my come! I got it! Oh, fuck, Jack, keep on fucking my cunt!"
The bedsprings crashed as they lurched about, he trying to spew out the terrible overload in his swollen balls, she wrenching and grinding at him, her cunt sucking loudly at the spurting jizz.
"Once more," she pleaded. "Once more up my hole!"
Once and twice.
But then in a frenzy of boiling blood he lost track of everything as they seemed to rocket right out of Lily's bedroom, sailing away through the night coupled, clinging to each other, cock and cunt melted together forming a single being, flying toward the glaring white eye of the moon.
Lily came awake first. She saw Jack lying on his back, panting. She was on her side, a leg hung over him, her cheek on his shoulder. She had a hand clutching her pussy to hold in the overflowing sex goop.
She knew for sure now, their volcanic come had guaranteed it, she was Jack's girl. Her sex experiences had been fewer than she would admit to him, but her personal Richter Scale of cuntal tremors had never before registered more than one to this ten or twenty or thirty. And from every sign, Jack had equally blown his fucking top.
He asked, "We got time to screw again before your mother comes home?"
She thought of saying, "You satyr!" But he'd call that an over inflated shit word. She said, "Nope.
"A quickie?"
She gazed at his cock, shrunken and wrinkled, curled and limp like an old sock, although the head still looked awfully large. She said, "Your prick looks asleep for the night."
He grinned. "Well. Okay. I guess you don't want your mother to suspect-"
"Oh, I'm going to tell her. So she can help cover up, because if Dad found out, he'd roar like a bull with barbed wire up his ass. I mean, she'd rather I tell her directly, instead of its sneaking up on her. Besides which I have to straighten you out on algebra. Where's the book?"
"I think I left it downstairs."
Lily pressed her lips to the hard line of his jaw, clung a moment, thinking, Fuck algebra, I want to love and fuck and suck and do everything. But no. Gotta be smart.
She thrust away and out of bed, still clutching her cunt.
She went crouched over and bowlegged toward the bathroom. On the way, it struck her that the music of a Bach fugue could help him comprehend quadratic equations and she veered in the hall, went down the stairs. The leg action pumped gook out through her fingers and she thought, "Oh, fuck, let it run. She straightened, wiping her messy hand on her hip. In the living room she found the algebra book, then the record she wanted and took them back upstairs.
A fresh flood of jizz was spilling down her legs. She ducked into the bathroom, switched on the light and laid book and record on the floor. She grabbed a washcloth.
Jack was propped up on his elbows, watching her through the open doorway.
She squatted on the toilet, smiling at him.
"Going to piss?" he asked.
Word prompted action and to the goo in her split was added urine, squirting into the bowl as she smiled at Jack, smiled too broadly and happily, she knew. It was foolish to show love nakedly. Guys should be kept guessing. But she felt just glorious.
They would dress, play the music and do quadratics.
Then a good-night kiss, during which she would grab his cock so he would not forget. Tomorrow night- She sighed and juice gushed out of her cunt as she thought of tomorrow night.
CHAPTER FIVE
Julia had earphones on. She was typing rapidly. Mr. Rakowski's-Ricky's-voice drawled in her ears. A series of memos he wanted to edit with pencil, to be copied in the morning by the Skelly Girl typing pool.
He was coming out of the bathroom, zipping up his fly. He had the strap of her cartridge recorder slung over one shoulder and was talking into the receiver as he had been when he entered. She wondered if the sound of splattering pee would be recorded. She giggled.
Ricky was a splendid-looking man, tall and lean, sunshine blond hair but inky eyebrows, a contrast that he could make hilariously funny when he chose to clown. The effect was always striking and usually handsome.
He sat at the work table that had been brought in for him, crossed his legs and winked at her without a pause in his talk to the recorder.
She winked back.
The earphones told her, "And I find the method of invoicing at the local office absolutely deplorable."
Her fingers flew over the keys of the electric typewriter.
A pause. She waited. She began typing as the voice resumed.
"Julia, I'd like to fuck you."
She typed it. She burst into laughter. She tore off the earphones, patted her hair straight and said, "Ricky, you're a dirty young man!"
He switched off the recorder and hunted cigarettes. He bit one from the pack and threw it to her. She caught it.
He asked, "Have you any engagements tonight from about eleven to four a.m.?"
She lit her cigarette, wishing she could say, "Of course. During that time I expect to have your horny cock inside me."
But women were not supposed to say such things. Besides, she wanted to seduce him. Probably she already had. He had whistled when she entered the suite wearing the white dress over the teenage-girl's bra that neither showed seams nor kept her titties from bumping around and no panties. Not wearing panties made her feel sexy, each breath of air up her skirt pronouncing her exposure, her vulnerability and right now her cunt felt warm and drooly.
She told him, "My little son can't be left alone all night."
He raised an eyebrow. "Suppose we had another four hours' work to do? Hasn't he got a baby sitter?"
Julia could not restrain a giggle. Perhaps because she felt so sure that Ricky dug her and he, handsome and athletic, was just what she needed to take her mind off Jack. She was certain that they would fuck. Only the approach to it, the when and how were not decided.
She said, "His baby sitter is helping him with algebra and probably trying to get into his pants."
Rick burst into laughter. "How old?"
"Fifteen." She said, "I'd better phone him now, make sure he's tucked himself into bed."
Julia rose, smoothing her skirt and headed for the phone at the end of Ricky's paper-strewn work table. Moving her legs squished her pussy-lips together and oh goodness the cunt juice was oozing out! Her walk was an ass-roller, she could feel that, like the way her eyes hooded when she gazed at Ricky. She felt like an alley cat in heat.
He said, "You're not old enough to have a boy fifteen!"
"I was a pregnant eleven-year-old," she giggled. "Now say more sweet things, Ricky, to make my evening."
"I'll make your evening, all right. I'll do my fucking best, anyhow." His raunchy talk fitted her mood. This morning she had thought him cold, severe, too intent on business. But now she appreciated that he had been upset by the turmoil he had found in his inspection tour. This evening he had remarked that between them they had gathered together the raveled ends with astonishing speed and now he was letting down his hair.
She dialed home. Her watch said ten-thirty. After three rings Jack answered. He sounded breathless, as though he had just dashed into the house.
She said, "Darling, I still have work to do. Going to bed?"
"Sure, right now."
"Well, lock up after you put the cat out."
He reacted sluggishly to that one. "Mum, we haven't got any cat." Then he laughed. "Oh. Well, there's no pussy here. Hey, Julia, quadratic equations are a Bach fugue, you know that?"
"Jack, have you gotten into my gin?"
"Lily taught me. All of a sudden I got it, mathematical music, quadratics. I understood them both. I think."
As she listened, Ricky Rakowski faded from her view. Her hand tightened to iron on the receiver. Quadratics and Bach and the sassy-assed little cunt next door. So he had fucked her! Rage and fear and desperate love for him raged through Julia.
But then he said, "Mum, there's an X-rated movie at the drive-in tomorrow night. How about you and me going?"
She groaned with relief. He still wanted to go out with her! That meant, Lily was just quadratics and Bach after all.
She said, "Yes, unless I have to work, in which case remember that sports jacket you need. Bye now."
She hung up. Slowly Ricky swam back into focus, gazing at her, dark-eyed with lust.
Ricky Rakowski's brain had been grinding all day, frantically taking in the details of the disordered local office. Tomorrow afternoon he had to fly back with a portfolio of neatly typed reports that expressed precisely his viewpoint. He knew he had been running around like a chicken with its head cut off, until this evening when this stenographic angel of mercy had helped immensely in putting it together. An angel in white, a gloriously red-headed voluptuous smiling and charming dream of an angel standing there at the phone with crinkly pussy hair showing through her dress.
She wore no panties. His cock was stony, erect and hard and long like the leg of the table he was working on.
But first things first. As she put down the phone, he said, "Julia, I'd like to write into my recommendations that the home office hire you as an executive in our local setup."
She smiled wryly. "Are you propositioning me, Ricky?"
"If you weren't a gorgeous broad, I might not say it. Or at least 'I wouldn't tell you, I'd just include it in my report. You've grasped the whole idea of our organization in a few hours and that makes you executive material. Listen, Julia, I'm one of the bright-eyed bushy-tailed boys, a hotshot on his way up and knowing who to hire is rock-bottom essential. We need you."
A blush colored her cheeks. "Rick, I'm flattered. Thank you."
"People assume broads should be stenos or typists. Fuck that shit. Brains come in odd packages of many colors and shapes, sometimes handicapped by lack of hearing or eyes that need glasses yay thick, or they haven't got balls, like you, but you don't think with your cunt, do you?"
She hesitated, gazing directly at him. Dusty blue eyes, he thought. Exquisite. Those luscious tits. Crinkled darkness of pussy hair showing through.
She said, "Sometimes. Yes, my heart can be pretty vaginal, love and sex all in a hunk and I do very foolish things. But not when I work."
"You're too fucking honest for your own good," he grunted. "Okay, look, we have another half-hour's work. The rest your typing pool will take care of in the morning, under your supervision. I'll even want you to come to the plane with me in case there's last-minute stuff. Tonight we knock off at eleven-oh-one. Phone room service and have drinks and sandwiches delivered then."
"Why one minute after eleven?"
He grinned. "You dumb broad, because one minute after eleven is an hour at double pay, which you deserve."
"Ricky, I can't-"
"Horseshit. Shut up or I'll make you work the whole fucking hour."
Smiling, dimpled-yes, this angel in white with fiercely glorious red hair had dimples-she dialed room service.
For the first time in five years of marriage, Ricky wished he were single.
Eleven-oh-one. Julia opened the door to room service, a shelved table on wheels, a forest of bottles and glasses, ice bucket, a tray of sandwiches under snowy linen.
They closed up shop. Exhausted now, Julia dropped down on the couch, wondering if after all Jack had gotten his prick into that cunt next door and here she was thinking vaginally like she had told Ricky, her belly knotted up with fear that her son had been-well, unfaithful.
"Scotch?" Ricky asked.
"Dry martini, please."
He whistled. "That's jolting for this time of night. Okay, make it two, we need a jolt."
The drink did wonders in reviving her, but her thoughts were still at home, worrying, fretting, a little angry.
Rick sat beside her. He asked, "Would you like to go to bed with me?"
She turned to him, fighting to forget, to put home aside, to concentrate on this handsome blond man with the curious black brows and the long ridge of cock showing in his tight pants.
She delayed with, "My mind's still buzzing, still typing."
He smiled. "So drink."
She drank. He lit cigarettes, handed her one. She thought, Why can't I give an answer when my cunt is wet and gaping? It's been quite a while, weeks, since I slept with that guy from Chicago. I need it. Work serves as a substitute, for a while. Then I need hard meat inside me. Why can't I say, Yes, Rick, I'd like you to fuck me bowlegged?
He asked, "Why aren't you wearing panties?"
"It makes me feel sexy."
"You wanted that?"
She nodded. "Could I have another drink?"
He mixed it. She took a sandwich from the tray, an elegant canape. She could eat only half of it. The booze went down better.
He asked, "Well, do you feel sexy?"
"Yes. But. Ricky-look. I'm still working, still spinning."
Deliberately he bent down and untied his shoes, kicked them off and lay back on the couch, head on the pillow at the far end. He raised his legs and laid his feet on her lap.
Rick was out like a light.
She sat with his feet on her lap, finished her drink and cigarette, idly caressing his big toe as she studied his face.
Sleep softened his features, brought back youth. Except for the black eyebrows he looked much like Jack.
She lifted his feet and slipped out from under, went to his end of the couch and sat on the edge. She bent down and pressed her lips to his cheek. His eyes opened. She placed her lips on his and tongued in as his mouth opened. The feel of his tongue, abruptly shooting out, brought a thrilling tremor deep inside her.
She slid a hand down his body, over buttons, belt buckle, over a hard belly to the rising growth of his cock.
She held it, felt it twitch as it stood.
He said, "I wish I hadn't made that job offer. I'd like you to want me for myself."
"I do. Fuck your job offer." She unzipped him, had to unbelt and unclasp the waist to get his rigid prick out. She glanced at it, the red head swollen, the shank curved harshly as though in pain.
"Bedroom-" he began, thumbing towards the facing doorway.
"No, I want a cuntful here before we undress."
Saying this, she raised up and lifted a leg over him, yanked her skirt up and wove the hem into her bra to hold it there. Then she lowered her hairy crotch towards the bulb-headed shaft of man-meat.
Her pussy-lips had swollen open. Her gash looked crimson with heat, filmed with drool. Even her beaver sparkled with cunt-dew and streaks of it on her thighs glistened.
She fingered the plush-capped knob, smiling, then thrust it at the dark yawning of her fuck-hole.
The first touch brought a loosening as shivers of delight made her cunt quirk open.
She lowered, grunting as the knob stretched her hole. She wriggled to fit herself to it, then sank down.
It shortened in her view, a mere four inches of cock now standing below her hairy cunt-mound.
Ricky said, "I think I'm going to be fucked."
"By a very hot cunt," Julia gasped.
CHAPTER SIX
Ricky guessed no man had ever awakened to such voluptuousness as he had when Julia's lips consumed his, a creamy, wobbling, silk-soft rolling, followed by the impish piercing of her tonguetip, then the marvelously frank and eager march of her hand down his body to his cock.
Her aggressive act had surprised him into passivity, he, the tiger-man, in business almost viciously competitive, with women forceful. He had let her open his pants and dig out his stiff dong, then mount him and cap his swollen knob with her steamy cunt, impaling herself on it, her seething cunt virtually gulping his cock into her body.
For once he had not put it to a female, but had permitted his manhood to be used!
Now he lay watching the smiling Julia, thighs forked, knees planted out wide, slowly lower, wiggling a little as his cock-stem disappeared within her hair cunt. Through curly cunt hair that was dark, yet tinged with red, he saw her gaping split, glistening with wetness, a rich coral in color. But the luscious appearance gave only a faint idea of the feel of her inside, a honeyed hot tunnel quivering about his throbbing stiff meat.
With a final squirm she seated herself, pressing her open split steamily to his loins, her lush ass-cheeks resting on his thighs.
Her eyes closed. She licked her lips. "Ricky, that's an awful lot of cock inside me!"
He grinned. "Honey, you are some cunt. You are a doll-type cunt, an angel twat with red hair and a boiling hole and I love you like crazy and forever."
Smiling broadly, dimpled, eyes twinkling, she giggled, "You're the nicest asshole I've ever known, Ricky."
And he laughed. With his cock standing up like a post in Julia's squirming wet fuck-hole, which should reduce any man to a thrusting satyr, shooting off his load in ten seconds flat like an inexperienced kid, he was laughing.
He said, "Hey, nobody can call me an asshole and get away with it."
"How about a fart?"
He wiped tears of laughter from his eyes.
Gasping, he said, "But you couldn't wait to go to bed. Why this hurry?"
She frowned. "I guess I'm an odd cunt, huh, Ricky? I thought, I just have to get a come in a hurry, sort of untangle the knots inside me."
"But here you are, sitting on me with your cunt full of cock, making me laugh."
She frowned again. "Yes, I'm odd, I mean you asked where I do my thinking and I admitted it can be pretty vaginal, so now you see why I wouldn't make an executive in your local office because I only coordinate when my nose is to the grind stone. Yes, I need to come and I've got more cock inside me than any girl really needs, but I make jokes."
"Why?"
Thoughtfully, she reached her hands up his chest to his face and caressed his cheeks.
She said, low-voiced, "Tomorrow you'll get into the plane and fly off to your wife and I won't see you for months. So it must be fun and laughter, because I'd be a pretty dumb cunt to fall in love with you."
He kissed the palm of her hand. It had a heady odor of hot femaleness.
He said. "You could charm the pants right off a guy, Julia. Your line of blarney grabs my balls. And you could equally charm our local office. I meant it when I said you'd make a great executive."
She laid a silencing finger on his lips. "Knock off that shit, Ricky. I don't sell my cunt. I'm here to fuck a man I like. Period."
As she spoke, Rick felt a tremor shake her, a seizure of her cunt on his cock.
And she choked, "Ricky, my come is starting!"
She gazed wide-eyed down at the hairy joining of their organs. Then she seemed to notice her clothing, skirt hem tucked up into her bra. She curled an arm behind herself and a zipper snickered. She peeled the dress off over her head, revealing a thin bra through which tit crowns showed as big as teacups.
She tossed the dress on the floor and yanked the bra up in the same fashion, letting her tits tumble free, a glorious pair of snowy grapefruit that he instantly reached for and cupped his hands on.
The caps, as large as his palms, felt rubbery, the rest downy smooth. And firm, unbelievably firm tits for a woman with a fifteen-year-old son.
Her tongue lashed rapidly about her mouth. Her eyes had darkened to deep-sea blue and the lids came down over them, heavy with lust.
She was squirming on his loins.
Then she began to shake. He could feel her jugs quiver wildly within his cupping hands. The thick nipples had stiffened and became the pivots for the quaking of those swelling hot orbs.
She leaned toward him, her tits hanging out now, heavy in his hands. She braced her knees and lifted her ass, shuddered and slammed down, did it again, riding his cock in very short jogs, at the bottom of each screwing her gaping split on him.
"Ricky, my cunt's on fire!"
"That's not news to me, honey."
But her mood for fun had passed. Her face turned red and her eyes widened.
"Ricky, oh-hh, Ricky, it's exploding inside me!"
Her jogs lengthened. She grunted as she rose on his cock, let out her breath in a long "Oooohhhh!" sound as she slid down and slammed on his loins. She began wrenching, twisting his prick, rotating on it, gasping hoarsely, her mouth as open as her fuck-hole.
Then she shrieked and he felt a flood spill over his cock and run down the shank, out of her to his balls.
"Agh-hh! Ricky, my come's just-going-now-OOOOHHHH!"
Like a spring breaking, she came tumbling, flopping down on him, tits quivering hotly on his chest.
"Ricky," she panted in his ear. "My first come is always hard. You don't mind?"
"Honey, I loved it."
"Now I'm all loosened up. Ready for you to fuck me."
He smiled, caressing her satiny back, nuzzling her cheek, which was sheer velvet.
He knew it would be a busy fucking night.
Well, he could sleep on the plane tomorrow afternoon.
He had undressed. Thirsty, he opened bottles of beer that were on ice in a bowl on a lower shelf of the hotel's booze and grub wagon.
They stood drinking beer from the bottle, eyeing each other's nudity. Julia was fondling his cock, fingers swarming about it. Her nipples made his mouth water, thick and long as though created for sucking. And lick down the curve of her belly and eat into that thick dark auburn bush shielding her twat from his view. He wanted to fuck her every hole, including her mouth. Hard-cocked but calm, he felt that the night offered time for every act of lust and of affection, too. Indeed, he would be very fond of her even if she had refused to fuck.
He said, "I'm surprised you haven't got a steady man."
"You make me glad I haven't." Gazing down at the bony cock in her hand, she gave it a squeeze, then on impulse bent down and gave the end a wet kiss that lingered and had a tongue in it, slowly swiping up underneath. Then she stood again, saying, "Would you like me to suck it?"
He nodded. "If you want."
"Well, I do want." She came closer and rubbed the end in her cunt hair. She had to stand on tiptoes to do it. "You're certainly a tall asshole, Ricky. You could never fuck me standing up. Hey, are we going to the bedroom, or no?"
Grinning, he slipped an arm about her and together they began what seemed a long journey, broken by stops for kisses. It was as good as fucking to watch the tip and bob of her tits and feel her hip bump his on each stride, for her steps were broken by languorous rolls of her ass. He stroked those plump cheeks, felt one raise as the other slid downhill, hesitate up high, then rock through a crazy ellipse as it descended.
He fingered down her narrow rear cleft to the soft bump of her asshole, slippery with cunt drool. He pressed it.
They were reaching the bedroom doorway. She stopped, pushed back against his inquisitive finger.
"Umm, Ricky, I like that!"
"How about cock up it?"
"Oh, I'm such a sexy cunt, I'd take it in my ear if it fit!"
Laughing, he said, "Your asshole will do."
On again, drinking beer from the bottle, watching her titties jiggle and sway, wildly out of rhythm with the slow, rigid wagging of his cock, which seemed still to grow, an illusion so strong that he thought if he had to open a door his cock-head would reach it before his hand.
But the bedroom door stood open and on the last lap a sense of urgency overtook them both. They rushed, clattering beer bottles down on the night table, Julia flinging onto the bed, on her back, legs spread wide, both hands clapping down between her thighs, spreading her cunt to a yawning cavern.
"Rick, fuck me!" she cried. "I'm going to come again! Hurry! Oh, please stick that thing into me!"
He leaped onto her, drove it in between her hands, without guidance plunged his cock-head into the cunt of his glorious cunt, this angel twat flinging her arms about him now, seizing him to her.
The whole iron prick shot up her hole on the thrust and was clutched by a hot, moving, shrinking tunnel, a train tunnel, his iron cock a locomotive plunging into it with a blast of its whistle.
Her hips jerked frantically even before he began fucking her.
Thighs clamped about his waist. Heels banged his butt. He stroked long, screwed in deep at the end of each thrust, feeling her cunt pull, milking him out.
"Julia, you're making me come!"
She was raining kisses about his face. "Oh, yes, come! Shoot your load up my hole, darling!"
He shifted into high gear, roaring up her palpitating cunt. His balls swatted her ass loudly and she arched up, face on fire, getting her come before him.
Yet she was still there thrashing about, heels still drumming his ass and back, when he reared up feeling his cock grow out to a stiffness beyond belief, throbbing so crazily that he lost all control, all knowledge of what was happening.
He howled as jellied fire spewed out of his prick.
Julia's arms flung away, spread out limp on the bed.
"More," he grunted, his second charge erupting into her cunt.
"And more, more jizz!" she panted.
Her legs had fallen from him. She shook like jelly beneath his violent slams.
On the third roaring spew he cried, "You're done, over the hump, Julia?"
"Don't talk. Fuck me, Ricky."
He laughed and let fly the final dynamite blast.
He stilled, deep inside her.
Julia's cunt was swarming busily about his tool like a sleeve of jelly squeezing lovingly to it.
At last he panted, "But we didn't coordinate. You came first."
She lipped his ear and licked into it, said, "I started first. I'm still coming, Ricky" He grinned. "What a cunt you are, honey!"
"Oh, what a cunt I are!" she sighed and gobbled at his ear.
Rick guessed he had fallen asleep. Probably there'd been little sack time last night.
He felt a warm, wet, pulling sensation in the area of his loins.
Julia was down there, stuffing his limp cock into her mouth.
The red-haired angel twat in white was fondling his nuts while munching at the flab of his cock.
She raised, gently tugging it in white teeth clenched on the rim.
It was enlarging. Her tongue lashed out, whipped about it and then she gulped it in.
His cock throbbed as it began hardening in her mouth.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Julia was afloat on a pink cloud rising slowly off the earth, to which she was attached only by the limber mouthful of cock she sucked.
Orgasms had flushed her cunt, expelled her troubles including her despicable lust for her son. Sometimes a glance at Rick's blond hair made Jack leap into her vision, but with a blink he went away. Now she fed voluptuously on Rick's cock, her hand cupped on his balls, perfectly content.
It was growing. She fingered his dick and licked at the split. The taste of her own cunt juice was gone. She had liked sucking his cock clean. She wondered if she had the capacity to go down on a girl. The smell and taste of her own juices, rather tangy yet sweet, seemed to inflame her.
"Good cock?" Ricky asked.
"Delicious." Mouthing the head, she glanced up over his fluffy cock-ruff, up his lean body. He was grinning at her. She expelled the tender morsel and said, "Some asshole you are, going to sleep with a hot cunt leaching for you."
"I think I only got two hours last night. Hey, you going to blow me or talk?"
She replied by stuffing his prick into her mouth. Firmer now. All of it. Head lodged in her throat, nose down into his balls. There she smelled her juices. Nostrils flaring. Yes, what would it be like to make love to another woman? All the way. Sixty-nine. Tongue and mouth.
Maybe it was easier to think of that while wolfing in the cock of a man she was very fond of than when face to face with a female. Or face to cunt.
Hardening. She drew off, lips smacking. She was panting. Yummy. But cuntal quirks and spits were coming alive inside her. She needed more fucking.
She gave a final suck to the swelling knob, then turned and crawled up him, flopped down with her head on Rick's shoulder. She nuzzled the softness of his hair. Light filtered through it, golden and Jack leaped into view.
No good! She pushed from Rick's head, down to his chest.
He asked, "Has sex always been this easy for you?"
She frowned. "It wasn't that easy tonight. I mean out on the couch you slept a half-hour while I adjusted myself to it."
"But once you get started, wow."
"What's the matter, does your wife have hangups?"
"Who said I'm married?"
"Ricky, come on. Everybody is."
"You aren't. And you dodged answering when I asked why you didn't have a steady guy, I mean somebody who keeps you busy fucking."
"I'd rather screw around."
"Bullshit. It's because you're hung up on some guy you can't have."
She winced. He was too fucking close to the truth. She reached down to his cock and fingered it rapidly, played it like a piccolo, to swerve him from these questions.
"None of my business, huh?" he said.
"Ricky, I wish you'd please fuck me."
Oh yes, his tool was serviceable again, lean and tall except for the fat, plushy spread-out red head of it. And then he shifted, turned on his side and raised up and Julia sighed with delight and fell over on her back, legs dropping apart. Some drool spilled from her hole and wormed warmly down to her asshole.
Ricky was mounting her. In his shadow she lay swollen-titted with her legs spread from the hot pulsing of her twat, watching as he pushed his meat down to her cunt. Then it was all feel, the sludging meat, her cunt-mouth suddenly fluttering as it greeted his intrusion, then the long channeling as she sucked in her breath, all that long distance cock-head pushing, pushing, no end of cock until her cunt was full up and squeezed in on him. She vined her legs about his, braced herself by heeling his calves, squeezed her entire insides, crushing herself on the monstrous bulk in her fuck-hole. Suddenly there came a storm boiling over as though his cock had sprung a leak, but it was her own cunt letting go, bubbling and frothing, a come as quick and easy as spitting. Moaning, she let it go rippling down his shaft, sending wave after wave of wet heat belching out.
"Oh, God," she sobbed, "another come! What a shameless slut I am, coming every time you put cock into me!"
"Don't complain. If only my wife would."
Braced, humping, she rolled and heaved and pitched through the flaming orgasm. Like she was a tunnel and he a train forcing through, could not get through, struggling in there for whole minutes while the tunnel collapsed, then ballooned, fell again, as though she got a come from each straining heave of her ass.
Ricky reached under her, grabbed up her butt-cheeks, lifted her while screwing in, stretching the blind end of that elastic but grudging tunnel.
Then a finger pressed her asshole. She gasped. It pierced, like a second cock inside her, triggering the come that was half-spent, firing it like the second barrel of a shotgun.
"Ricky, I'm so high, I'm flying!"
"Do you want my cock up your ass?"
"Oh, yes! Yes!"
The rigid monster slithered out of her cunt. A hand under her twisted and steered the blunt end of her gaping asshole. Slippery with her juice, the fat cock-head squeezed in, rammed, hurt for a while as it stretched and then was within the ass-ring and ramming, up her shit-chute, inches of man-meat up her ass and deepening.
He clenched her butt-cheeks, grunted as he forced in.
Her come had boiled away only to be replaced by a greater turmoil of hot waves racking her belly. He had levered up, kneeling as he fucked her asshole. Convulsing into orgasm, she still felt the need of pressure on her clit so she reached down herself and tweaked it between thumb and forefinger, tugged the slippery mini cock in rhythm with the shoves of cock in the depths of her bowels.
He choked, "It's so tight my nuts are boiling."
"Then let go your load, let it go, shoot it up my asshole, darling, go ahead and blow your cock into me!"
Red-faced and panting, thrusting violently, he started fucking her so hard it seemed to scorch her tits, bloating the caps like balloons, monstrous red balloons growing on the already swollen and huge white melons. The fire scorched her eyes, burned her hair. Her fingers and toes splayed out, straining for the ultimate release, a come that would blow the lava out.
Reality was the world seen through a bent lens, like the curved mirrors in carnival fun houses. Her clit swelled to a cock that she fisted and jerked off merrily like a boy. Her empty cunt was a bucket, a barrel, within which men could thrust their heads, dive in and flop about. Close those hairy gates on them, keep the little darlings in there scrambling around and licking the cunt-walls with tongues as long as ironing boards. Hey, you guys inside, drink deep of that girl-booze, get drunk on my cunt juice! Don't venture outside or Rick'll crush you, don't try to sneak up my ass or that plunging meat will squash you flat.
Then the hairy gates opened and with a wet belch it all blew out.
She spewed out the little long-tongued men as her clit exploded in her hand and Rick gave a howl and blew a quart of fuck-juice up her asshole.
"Hurt?" he cried, worried.
"Don't stop fucking me!" she shrieked.
The little men came climbing through her cunt hair and laughed as they drove into the shimmering pink cavern lit bright as day because every corpuscle had turned on like a light.
She had been fucked right out of her mind.
Psychotic. Deliciously insane. She seemed to be sucking Rick's cock and drinking the spew, while at the same time he came up her ass and in her regular fuck-hole the little men's hands and feet had turned to tongues and they screeched with laughter as they danced and swiped about.
It was sort of like that as Julia passed out.
Julia arrived home at four a.m. feeling bedraggled and bowlegged, like an alley cat that had spent a heat night on the rooftops with a dozen horny toms.
Her dress hung cockeyed. Hair, a tangle, inner thighs juiced until they squished together on every step.
In the hall she heard Jack snoring.
She stripped off her dress on the way to her room, threw it at the bathroom hamper in passing. Rick had fucked her four times, in all. Maybe five. She set her alarm. She was exhausted and sated.
She could go a month without seeing another stiff cock.
She was dropping into bed when she thought of Jack. With an effort she staggered across the hall to his room.
He had quit snoring. He lay on his back, a sheet tangled about his legs, his beautiful torso bare, gleaming in the moonlight. His soft cock lay curled to one side.
She smiled. There, Jack's prick and in the darkness between his legs lay the lumps of his balls.
Meaningless.
She was cured, she thought.
She blew him a kiss and went to her bed, climbed in with a hand between her legs as though to hold her cunt in, to keep it from falling out; it felt that loose.
She smelled of pussy, reeked of it. Screw it.
She fell asleep so hard it seemed that the bed had opened up and dropped her through to the cellar.
Jack was awakened by the persistent shrilling of Mum's alarm.
He got up yelling, "Mum, Julia! The alarm."
He heard her mumble what sounded like, "Fuck it!"
He hustled into his clothes. Lily had promised another quadratics lesson in the library if they got to school early. He made breakfast, hollering to Julia every few minutes or so. Bacon and eggs, toast just right, instant coffee, had it on the kitchen table when Julia at last stumbled into view wrapped in a quilted dressing gown, puffy-eyed and squinting at the sunshiny kitchen. She got sunglasses from the window sill and put them on before sitting down.
"Did you work all night?" he asked.
The dark glasses turned toward him. "Not quite. But it feels like it."
"I got to hurry. Lily's going to help me more with algebra. Got a test today."
"You told me on the phone it's like a Bach fugue."
"Yeah! I always figured it was like nothing, just what they torture us with. Another thing I found out. Bach had twenty-two children."
Julia laughed. "What a horny old devil he was, huh?"
"Twenty-two. Listen, Julia. I'm going to learn piano. This summer. Lily's mother teaches piano."
He could not read Mum's expression behind those dark glasses, but she cocked her head oddly as she looked at him.
He finished up, washed his dishes, got his bag of track stuff and threw the algebra book into it and was hurrying out when Julia called, "Hey, no kiss?"
So he planted one on her cheek and dashed off. Lily was waiting for him out on the walk, a slim, graceful curve of girl holding her books to her tits. She wore a flowered, summery dress tight on her high-sprung behind and awful short. What sweet, slick legs she had!
No glasses today. She showed a twisted smile and when she reached him, she whispered, "Hi, lover."
He opened his track bag and dumped her books into it. He tried to take her arm but she twisted away, saying low-voiced, "Daddy's just leaving. Wait."
"You mean he shouldn't see me touch you?"
"You caught it right, buster. Stick that paw into your pocket."
Shortly Jack heard a roar and a big car shot backward out of the Powers' drive, screeched in a swiveling turn that burned rubber, burned more of it stinking up the neighborhood as the car plunged ahead.
Her father looked like a bear crouched over the steering wheel. He waved a hand like a baseball glove at them.
When he was past, Jack felt Lily's hand vine up his arm. She squeezed a tittie to it.
She said, "I told Ma that we fucked."
"You did? Golly, what'd she say?"
"She quoted Bertrand Russell. You know who he was? Anyhow, a mathematician and philosopher. He ran a far-out school for bright kids, for one thing. And he let them all screw. He said, 'I let them fornicate in order to learn higher mathematics.' "
"He did?"
"Ma says. She asked if I got a come and I said lots of them and she says that's great. And she hugged me."
"Wow. But hay. Would she still teach me piano? I mean, knowing that I've been on your pants?"
"Lover, she wants it that way."
Some family, Jack thought. Some fucking family the Powers were!
CHAPTER EIGHT
When Julia arrived at the office, the receptionist sent her straight in to Bill Marston.
He, her beloved fat and balding boss, sat tilted back in his swivel chair, feet on the desk. He could sit like that for hours but today he pushed back, dropping his feet.
He stood and bowed to her. "Julia baby, you really done it. Really."
"Done what?"
"That Rakowski guy is completely converted to Skelly Girls. Said he wants to hire you as an executive. What did you do to him, play tunes on his cock?"
She perched a buttock on the corner of the desk, smiling. "None of your fucking business, Bill Marston. So he phoned already?"
"Sure did. Raving about that angel of mercy with red hair. He says to write up three hours of double time, past eleven."
"No. I didn't work after eleven."
"Screw it, baby. Skelly gets its cut. We aren't going to turn away money. Now you got to supervise typing his stuff and go to the plane with him. When you come back, that real-estate guy, Winslow, wants you for afternoon and evening."
Julia groaned. Another long day. Winslow kept finding extra work so it could be until midnight.
He said, "Mari Martin called, asked for you this morning. I offered somebody else but she said no, send you tomorrow."
"Mari Martin Cosmetics?"
"Yeah, the lezzie. Unless you don't want it. I think she's got the hots for you."
"I can take care of myself."
Julia was at last coming awake. She lit her first cigarette of the day. Ricky's typing. Start in. Get the nose to the grindstone.
As she left Bill Marston's office, she still felt bowlegged and in the John discovered that her fresh panties were absolutely sopping with cunt juice.
Jack was running.
That is, his cleats touched the cinders every few feet.
Jones ran beside him, laboring, puffing like an old steam engine. Jonesy the ace. While Jack glided. Another lap in which he would turn on the pressure. Right now, just glide.
Over by the grandstand Lily sat on her bike, watching. She had gone home after school, returned with her bike to see him beat Jonesy.
She had said that if he beat Jones, she would juice her panties.
So he ran with half a hard-on. Into the lap. He turned on a little. Jonesy's breath rasped hoarsely and his arms cranked and his face turned red. Jack laughed. Half a lap. Okay, hit it.
He dug at the cinders and pumped. His feet were feathers. Jonesy faded from view. Now. Sprint.
Lily was jumping up and down, clutching her boobies. His girl. He was her sole fuck.
He burst the tape laughing with joy, ready to run another mile.
He started towards Lily.
They went homeward through the park where he could run on grass. She, winding her bike about the paths, had trouble keeping up. He beat her to the sidewalk in front of their houses.
There he said, "I got to shower off the stink. Then I'll come over, huh?"
"Let's go to your house. Ma isn't home anyhow. She's down at the college taking an art course. Sculpting."
She left her bike at his kitchen door so her mother would know she was there. In the kitchen he got Cokes from the fridge.
She said, "You think you did okay on the algebra test?"
"A breeze. And you can tell if they're right, just do the equation backwards. Really a breeze."
Swilling Coke, he felt her wrapping herself around his arm.
He said, "Hey, I stink like a goat."
She sniffed at him. "You smell like man and it makes my pussy quiver."
He grinned. He patted her behind, then headed off for the shower. Lily came trotting after. In the bathroom he stripped to his jock strap. She grabbed the waistband behind and snapped it, giggling.
"Lily, you're asking for it."
"I hope I'm going to get it."
The phone was ringing. He pushed her out of the bathroom to the hall, went to the phone and picked it up, dropping into the wicker chair beside the phone table.
It was Mum, Julia. "Darling, I'll be late for supper. Hamburgers okay? Get the patties out of the freezer now and thaw them. I'll be at Winslow Real Estate if you want me."
Lily came crouching over him. She seized the waist of his jock strap and tried to get her hand inside.
"About that movie," he asked, trying to push Lily away.
"Darling, I may have to work for Mr. Winslow tonight."
He cupped his hand over the mouthpiece and swore at Lily. When he reeked of sweat, he did not like being near anybody. And for some reason he did not like her fucking with his jock strap.
Julia said, "Another thing-Oh, Jack, Mr. Winslow is calling me. I'll phone back in a few minutes."
She hung up. Lily was glowering at him. "I thought I was your girl. All I wanted was to pull your cock out, but you get shitty nasty!"
"Because I stink. Let me shower, will ya?" He went into the bathroom climbing out of the jock and wondering why she had irritated him so. Because she had interfered with his talking to Julia? Yeah. In the shower he puzzled over it. Something to do with the jock strap, too. Like this, it felt sexy the way it bunched up his cock and balls and made them bulge. And yesterday he had paraded around before Julia, sort of wanting her to see his jock, what a man he was. Showing off for Mum, which Lily or anybody else would not understand, because he and Mum-Julia were a very special family.
He called to Lily, "How about getting the hamburger patties from the freezer?"
"Fuck you," Lily said. But he heard her heels clatter out into the kitchen.
Soaped clean, he began to feel himself again. He regretted spouting off to Lily. Gosh, what she and Bach had done for quadratic equations! And her mom was going to teach him piano. Why was he suddenly crazy to learn that? Maybe to share things with Lily and her mom. They had like opened his eyes. Imagine, she had told her mother that he had fucked her!
He got out of the shower and was toweling when the phone rang.
"I'll get it!" Lily yelled from the kitchen.
But he beat her to it, not wanting Julia to know Lily was in the house.
On the phone Julia said, "I'm just worn out, Jack. Can't think. And I have to work for Mr. Winslow this evening. Wait."
He had dropped into the chair. Lily stood against the wall, eyeing his naked body. That impish grin curved her lips. Abruptly she turned and walked off toward the kitchen, very slowly, wiggling all over and switching her behind. After two steps he saw she was imitating Julia's walk. She came back, hands slithering down her hips like smoothing her skirt the way Julia did. Her gaze slanted at him, heavy-lidded and sultry, like Julia's.
His cock pulsed and began to rise.
Julia said, "The hamburger rolls are in the freezer, too. But there was something else. Can't think."
He said, "Don't worry, we'll wing it."
As Lily sauntered past, the hands on her hips walked on her skirt, slowly raising it. Those slick legs. White panty crotch, darkness showing through. His cock twitched.
"Yes, darling," Julia said. She hung up.
Lily drawled, "You didn't make a kiss sound through the phone."
She faced him, skirt up to her waist now. She wound up her hips and made bump and grind pelvic thrusts like a stripper, then turned away, ass lurching, Julia again. She fingered the back of her panties into her ass-cleft and caressed the cheeks.
"D'you like my ass, big boy?" she said in Julia's throaty voice, but exaggerated, like Julia pretending to be a stripper. The little cunt had all sorts of fucking talents! Then she peeled the dress off over her head and winked at him as she tossed it away. She stopped, looking back over her shoulder at him. She rotated her behind. She winked lasciviously.
It was a good show, but goddamnit she could leave Julia out of it!
Still turned away, she raised her arms behind and unhooked her bra, then very slowly brushed the straps from her shoulders, tossed it off in the same throw away as the dress.
Then she switched around and came bump-and-grinding toward him, hands roving on her tits, making her nipples stick out. Almost touching, she paused and slid a hand down into her panties and massaged her pussy.
"I got a hot cunt here, big boy," she purred. "But I only fuck two types of men. Domestic and foreign."
She was Mae West now. He had seen the old movies on TV. And he remembered the line. He wanted to grin but her mimicking Julie had made him uptight.
She swiveled away, ass wagging off down the hall, saying back over her shoulder, "I'm the lady in red, make my living on a feather bed." At Julia's doorway she added, "With mirrors all around, like any good whorehouse."
"Don't go in there," Jack said.
But she went in.
He sprang up, sprinted to Julia's bedroom. Lily was already on the bed, legs spread, a hand in her panties, fingers stretching the white nylon.
She said, "Wow, what a room for fucking, mirrors all angled at the bed. Does your mother fuck a lot here?"
"Come on, move. Get your ass off that bed, Lily."
She laughed. "Because I've committed a sacrilege. Boy, are you hung up on your mother! Come on, let's fuck here."
"Quit being shitty. Get up."
"Jack, you got to be a big boy, you're too old for mama's darlin' dumplin' baby. Come on, fuck me here and you'll untie the apron strings she's got strangling you."
He snarled, "You dumb twat, you want to get jizz and cunt juice all over the bedspread?"
"Because you're in love with mama," she taunted.
That did it. He lunged at her. She thrust away but the bed sidled to the wall and she could not escape. He grabbed her waist and snatched her up, slung her over his shoulder, carried her kicking and clawing out of Julia's room.
"You pig's asshole!" she shrieked.
He bore her to his room and spilled her onto the bed.
There Lily burst into tears.
He growled, "Lily, if you're going to be my girl, get some things straight. In your house we do it your way. In my house I'm the fucking boss."
"You asshole," she sobbed.
"Like you stay out of my mother's bedroom, hear me?"
"I bet you suck cocks."
"Lily, I was going to maybe take you to the movies tonight or to the Rock Box if you'd rather dance, but the way you're acting, see-"
"I'm not allowed out on school nights. How does it feel when a guy stick his cock up your ass?"
"Boy, you're something. You're some cunt."
"Besides you'd only take me out because your mother has to work. I could hear it through the phone. That makes me second cunt. Boy, I'll get myself another guy, that Jonesy. I bet if I get my hand into his pants, I can make him run you ragged. If I'm your cunt, I'm your only cunt, you dig that, buster?"
"You have it all wrong about my mother."
"You'd rather fuck her but she won't. So I'm just second cunt, that's all the fuck I am!"
She burst into tears again.
Jack dropped to the bed and drew her to him. She came rubbery-boned and soft and warm, blubbering on his shoulder. He nuzzled her cheek, then her ear.
He whispered, "Baby, you're first cunt. You're my girl, dig? Number one."
She mouthed his throat, sucking flesh into her mouth, then said, "There better not be any number two."
"Sure, baby." He began caressing her titties, firm little tip-tilted beauties, the caps puffing and nipples hardening under his touch.
Her hand slid up his thigh to his cock, fully erect now and gripped it.
"I think you better fuck me right now," Lily whispered.
CHAPTER NINE
But for a moment he held her there in his arms, tweaking her nipples as she squeezed and pulled at his cock. He liked the no-perfume all-girl smell of her hair, the softness of her against him. And her sassy tongue. Yes, he liked her talking back to him, but she did have to leave Mum-Julia out of it. He wanted to take her to the movies or the Rock Box and show her off as his girl and more than his girl, his cunt, with her mother's permission to fuck her.
It was a terrific setup.
He dipped his hand into her panties. Warm, fluffy cunt hair. Her thighs spread before his touch. The soft lips, dewy-haired, were quite open and he fingered the honeyed narrowness of her slit, found her clit and worked it back and forth like a tiny light switch.
She grunted. "Ughhhhh! Lover, you'll make me come!"
"Something wrong with that?"
"Well, it's better with my cunt full of cock. But maybe you ought to. Or I'll be too frantic when you stick it into me. And a come will loosen my hole."
"So you want me to masturbate you?"
"Yeah!"
Thus he sat there on the edge of the bed twiddling Lily's clit while her hand wandered about his cock like she had a dozen snaky fingers on it, caressing gently but leaving streaks of fire that soon formed a net burning the stiff meat.
Her slippery little nubbin grew firm enough that he could grasp it between thumb and forefinger and tug. That drove her wild.
"Lov-ver!" she squealed. "That makes my cunt shake like jelly!"
"Inside?"
"Oh, God, all the way up to my ovaries!"
"You want me to finger-fuck you?"
"No, just tickle my clit. Ooohhh, Jack, there's something slippery and steamy up my cunt, like a ball."
"Baseball?"
"A fucking football! Honey, my tits are getting all sore and burning. Suck them, huh? Suck my titties?"
He bent down to them, kissing the soft white flesh on the way. He licked a rubbery-stiff nipple, coiled his tongue about it, bending it. With the flat of his tongue he swabbed the puffed areola on which the nipple protruded like a point of a cone.
Then his mouth yawned and he gulped it full of tit.
The white flesh felt downy to his lips, a huge firm mouthful, really full and yet he managed to coil his tongue around it, licking it slowly as he sucked, then flagged his head, pulling her tit this way and that.
While his thumb and forefinger drew at the swollen, slippery clit.
She now had dozens of fingers roiling about his cock.
"I'm coming!" she bleated. "Jack, that football up my hole is bigger-oh, it's going to bust!"
He tongued tit from his mouth, switched to the other and sucked it in, the nipple down among his tonsils.
"Twiddle my clit harder!" she cried.
He roughed the tiny thing and Lily shrieked, hips working, humping her cunt up to his touch.
"Nowwwwww!" she cried, going stiff all over, then slamming away out of his arms, flinging down on the bed.
He kept his hand inside her panties, rubbing the fiery clitoral protrusion as she quaked and hip-jerked through her orgasm.
He heard a rapping on the kitchen door. Then a voice calling, "Lily?"
Her mother.
"What a come!" Lily moaned. She reached into her panties and felt her twat. "Gosh, I'm loose like an old sock."
"Your mother's at the door."
"Oh. Yeah. I'll go." She struggled up, levered off the bed and went shakily from the room.
After a moment Jack followed. In the hall he saw Lily's dress and bra on the floor where she had tossed them during her strip act. He peered around the kitchen doorway. Golly, the little cunt was at the screen door facing her mother, who wore one of those cape things of hers, a pale-blue one with slits her arms came out of and slacks. Lily of course wore only her panties.
Shortly the girl came back. Seeing him she slipped into his arms and rubbed herself on his cock.
"Ma says, when we get done fucking, she wants you to carry her tub of clay to the studio. It's her sculpting clay."
"Did she say that, fucking?"
Lily was thoughtful. "Maybe I translated."
"Yeah, I bet she said, 'Dear daughter, when you have terminated copulation, would you please-" Lily laughed, then kissed him. "I guess Ma does talk shit. Hey, you do a pretty good imitation. And here I thought you were a stupid asshole with no talent at all."
He gave her behind a swat and said, "Come on, let's go fuck."
In the bedroom Lily stooped, peeling down her panties. Behind her, Jack saw those high-sprung little ass-cheeks spread, revealing the hair fringe at the bottom and through it just a tantalizing glimpse of bright coral cunt.
He could not resist the impulse. He crouched, bowing his legs, seized her hips and butted his randy cock up at her crotch.
Miracle of miracles, the knob smacked in between her pussy-lips and lodged in the steamy mouth of her cunt.
"God!" she cried. "Let me get rid of my panties!"
She kicked them away, bent grasping her knees and back, impaling herself on his rigid cock.
"Oh, honey boy!" she gasped. "Umm, oh, good thing I came, loosened up. Oh my God, that cock would split me!"
He squeezed in until her ass-cheeks fitted his thighs.
Then he rooted around in the hot well of her cunt, drew out, grinning as he saw the slobber dripping off his swollen, purplish cock-head, eased it back in and tenderly sludged up her fuck-hole, dug in, screwed around, wallowing, grunting with pleasure. Gosh, why had he spoken sharply to her before, this luscious cunt of his?
She choked, "Honey boy, if I could kneel on the bed... "
"Okay." He withdrew. Lily climbed onto the bed and knelt doggie-fashion. He gazed at her a moment, at her hung-out titties, the luscious swells of her ass-cheeks and then behind her at the hang of her cunt-lips and the coral ring of her fuck-hole.
He placed his throbbing tip in that coral ring and gently pushed.
But Lily, feeling his cock enter her, went wild. She thrust back and the great horny dong lunged into her cunt, swallowed, racing in until his loins mashed her butt flat and Jesus, Lily's fuck-hole was a cavern he guessed he could stuff his balls into along with all that swollen cock!
Tight up to her, he reached underneath and grabbed at her titties, which swung around like bells as she rotated her ass like screwing herself around the pole impaling her vitals.
She moaned, whimpered, gave a hysterical laugh, crying, "Oh, damn you, you make me come the minute you stick it into me!"
He caught her tits on the fly and squeezed them against her as he began reaming her hole, long strokes, out all the way and then fiercely in to the very end of her cunt. On each lunge his balls swung up and swatted the soft hair matting her mound and, boy, did he like doggie-fucking. He had never done it before. Oh, God, how much hip action he could get into it and his whole body riding forward powering the thrust of his fuck-tool!
Spurts from her cunt meant maybe she was coming, but her moans and gasps and grunts as she backed herself onto his cock were continuous, a babble of sound.
Then she seized his balls.
She held them against her pussy hair as he swished in and out. The balls seemed to stretch like rubber, or else he was so on fire that he could not feel pain. In her hand, in the swollen nuts she clutched, jism was boiling and forcing up the tubes.
"I got my gun!" he howled.
"Oh, honey boy, shoot it into me!"
Thus, crouched over her, hands full of tit, he grunted, driving his cock swishing up her cunt, screwed around and exploded.
In a foot deep in boiling cunt, he felt the crazy throbs as goo burst from his nuts up through his quivering tool, felt it fly heavy as buckshot, spewing into her hole.
Again and again he plunged and fired, until he saw the overflow at the root of his prick, white globs afloat on colorless cunt juice, spilling down his nuts.
Lily's legs gave way, her knees sliding out from under her. She flopped down on her belly.
He went with her, still pulsing and spurting cock-milk up her hole.
"Ma's tub of sculpting clay," Lily said.
They had lain panting for ten minutes. She revived first, dragged him out of bed and they got into their clothes. At the kitchen door Lily stopped him and snuggled up, her hand between his legs as she said, "I hope you can fuck me again tonight. But I'm afraid Daddy will be home."
Amazing chick, thinking about it again when they had just blown their living tops!
He gave her pussy a squeeze and they went out across the back yards to her mother's station wagon. In back was a tub covered by a damp cloth. Jack manhandled it out, held it at crotch-level as he staggered bowlegged toward the Powers kitchen door. The tub of clay was a back-breaker!
Inside, Lily led him to a large, bare room, nothing in it but an easel, some straight chairs and a high stool. He slid the tub to the floor, looked under the wet cloth and saw brown mud. But stiff, with a very fine grain.
In the living room the piano was clattering away, a crescendo, like what Lily had called a western shootout. Soon it ended and Mrs. Powers came scurrying to the studio.
"Jack, it was darling of you to haul it in. I'm so impatient to start. The class I went to was just a tease, hardly got my hands dirty. Now." She rubbed her hands together. "Lily, you're going to model for me."
Lily groaned. "Oh, Ma, that's such a drag. I used to model when you painted, just sitting there doing absolutely nothing!"
"Sweetheart, you said you were interested in sculpting. Suppose you get your hands into the clay? Then you'll want a model. We'll all take turns. Sit in that chair by the window. Strip. Well, keep your panties on if you want. I'll do a head and torso."
Sighing, Lily obeyed, peeling her dress off, bra after it. She wore no panties.
Jack guessed she'd left them in his bedroom. Better grab them before Julia came home.
Lily sat in profile on the straight chair by the window, her lip protruding in a pout. Her titties looked pinkish and swollen, her pussy hair somewhat flat because she'd scrubbed up in the bathroom after fucking.
"Now, my smock," Mrs. Powers said.
Jack saw it hanging from a wall hook. "I'll get it." He crossed to it, a paint-splotched coatlike garment with big white buttons.
"That's sweet of you, Jack. You're so wonderfully helpful," Mrs. Powers said.
Bringing the smock he saw her raise that pale-blue cape over her head, then drape it over a chair.
She was naked from the waist up.
She had lovely, big, swinging tits with dark caps and long nipples. Calmly she took the smock from him and put it on. She turned eagerly to the bucket of clay, got a towel and began tearing loose chunks of the stiff stuff.
Her unbuttoned smock hung open and her tits spilled out.
What a crazy family!
He half expected Mrs. Powers to ask him if Lily was a good fuck, but she was much too excited about her work, scooping trowels of clay onto the chest-high work stand.
Jack watched, fascinated, as Mrs. Powers slapped and punched and wrenched stiff clay into the form of a girl's torso. As she shaped the tits, his cock started to rise. Tits all around, Lily's glowing in light from the window and their copies growing in her mother's hands and glimpses of Mrs. Powers' big boobs when her smock gaped.
The sculptress glanced at her wrist watch, said, "Lily, your father phoned-he'll be home in an hour. I must make supper. Why don't you take Jack to your room and play rock records? But please shut the door!"
Lily groaned with relief. She sprang up and grabbed her clothes.
When Jack stood, he found that his cock stuck out, tentpoling his pants and Mrs. Powers, while covering the unfinished sculpture with a damp cloth, was gazing at it.
He blushed furiously.
But she smiled at him as he followed the wagging ass of her naked daughter out of the room.
CHAPTER TEN
In Lily's bedroom, Jack whispered, "Your mother saw my hard-on!"
Lily dropped her clothes on the floor and went to the record player, saying, "The way your cock stuck out, she'd have to be blind to miss it."
She put a record on, then turned facing him with a hand on an outthrust hip, looking so beautiful, white-skinned, slim as an eel except for the pointy tits sticking out at him just as her mother had shaped them in clay, so lovely that he choked up.
She rubbed a hand across her nipples and said, "They feel hot."
"But, Lily, I can't get used to your mother telling us to come up here and play rock, but what she meant was fuck!"
"She told me that when she was about fourteen, she was so hot for a boy she knew and what a trauma it was when her folks kept her practically locked up and how she suffered."
Lily dropped her hands to her pussy, bowed her legs and rubbed herself between them, muttering, "Sometimes you make my cunt sore. Not sore-itchy. But it's all wet."
"Maybe you need something stuck into it."
"Maybe." She examined the moisture on her fingers. Sunshine blazed in her brownish beaver, giving it a reddish hue, like Julia's. Then Lily looked at his hard-on. She licked her lips and came to him, cuddled up sliding her arms up to his shoulders.
He kissed her, feeling her warmth ooze through his clothing, her titties firm and hot on his chest, her plump mound rubbing across his cock-head.
He caressed her back, tender, soft flesh, down to her smooth ass-cheeks. As he fingered between, Lily groaned in his mouth and her tongue shot into his, coiling about. He pressed her asshole and she jerked in his arms, tore her mouth away and choked, "That's so good! Oh, my sensitive asshole, gosh, now you just have to fuck me."
Grinning, gazing into her eyes, he realized how crazy he was for this odd little chick, despite the nutty things she and her mother did. But as he thought it over, he decided that her mother's knowing they had come upstairs to fuck improved it. Like, no strain. Lily was his girl, his private pussy, no other guys screwing around trying to get between and her mother seemed all for it.
Yeah, it was great, all of it, all of Lily. Smiling, he stroked her ass, then her smooth hips. He moved her back enough to slide his hands up her flanks to those lovely titties, perched up high and sticking out like resting on a shelf. The tips grew out to cones under the stroking of his thumbs and Lily made a little purring sound.
"Um-mm, so good. Pull them a little, they're too hot, I mean they get burny-hot but if you work them, it's so nice inside, like liquid."
She wrapped one arm around his neck, dropped the other and grabbed his cock. She gave a squeal, steered it to her pussy, raised on tiptoes and curved in, pressing her cunt to the peak of that bulge in his pants.
He stood there, pulling her titties as she worked on his cock, which despite its throbbing could wait to sludge into her fuck-hole because every caress was a delight; just standing here clothed against his naked darling sufficed for the moment. Balmy air flowed in the window, another sensual caress. And the record she had put on had a low, quiet beat, like the thumping of his pulse.
Her mouth suckered on to his throat. Her hand came alive on his erection, moving nimbly about now, snaring the zipper tab and jerking it 'own. Her cupped hand received the thrust and excitement made her suck harshly at his neck.
Then she giggled. "Fat stuff! Jack Bell has a fat cock-head. Wait till I tell the girls at school what a knob you have."
"You better tell 'em it's private stock, I mean it fills your cunt just right, so any other guy's got to stay away, couldn't fit you right anyhow."
She smacked a kiss on her throat. "Jealous, honey?"
"I don't share my private cunt, that's all."
Her hand delved into his pants, found his ball-sac, gently scooped it out. She squeezed it to his shank. She was breathing harshly now., "Jack, all of a sudden I can't wait. You better fuck me in a hurry."
Despite her voluptuous fondling of his cock and balls, he felt no urgency, was content to knead her tits and tug the caps, kiss her eyes and her velvety cheeks. But Lily began backing to the bed, dragging him with her. He chuckled. Hot little cunt! If the guys at school who figured Lily for just a math brain and a sort of strange girl could see her tugging him by the prick and balls to her bed, Christ, they'd swarm like bees in honeysuckle.
"Let me undress," he said.
She climbed onto the bed, lay with a hand between her legs, watching his swollen cock as he stripped off his shirt, dropped pants and undershorts. As he approached, Lily turned on her back and raised her legs, showing him her hairy fuck-nest. Her cunt-lips had puffed out to an oval about the jellylike shadowed crimson of her slit. The dark gap of her cunt-mouth looked tiny and once again he marveled at its ability to consume the knob of his cock. From it a thin line of drool wormed down toward her asshole.
On the bed, his mood still playful, he wetted his fingertip in her juices and inscribed circles about her shifter.
The ring swelled out, then convulsed inward, out again, a rhythmic palpitation.
"Don't tease me!" she cried.
"Honey, hold still." He continued the rotary pressure, saw her legs jerk and draw wider apart as though to open the tiny hole to admit his finger. It was softening when he pressed it and his fingertip sank in her butt.
"Ugh!" Lily cried. "Jack, ohhh-so good-more-" He pushed gently, wriggling his finger as it sank in her asshole. He saw Lily bite her lip, then toss her head wildly about.
"Ohhhh!" she cried. "My asshole, Jack, I'll come!"
"Can you get a come like this?"
Her legs were shaking. "God, can I get a come-don't ask stupid questions! Aghhh!"
She was squirming, forcing her asshole onto the impaling digit.
Abruptly her face reddened. She flung her arms wide, seized the edges of the mattress. Her whole body jerked as she struggled, like fucking his finger.
"Jack!" she moaned. "Ahhhh, like all fire up my ass! I'm coming! Ooohhh, honey, move it, move it!"
He plunged his finger in and out, like a cock in cunt. The sphincter banded, compressed, then loosened and he got in her ass to the knuckles, as deep as he could go.
Lily humped, flogged her body, screwed around on it while moaning brokenly.
"Deeper!" she cried.
"I can't."
"Oh, my God if I could grease your cock. Oh, Jack, I'm coming crazy, all over like exploding. AGHHHH!"
She shuddered violently, pitched hard at him, released a last wrenching groan and collapsed.
Her legs flopped to the bed.
"Don't take it out," she whispered hoarsely.
Grinning, kneeling there, the lessening palpitations of Lily's asshole slowly forcing his finger out, he eyed her sweet cunt, thinking that if she could come from a finger-buggering, a little tongue-action should really flip her.
He crouched down, studying the brown fluff of her beaver, again reddened by bright sunshine from the window. He nuzzled it, rubbed his nose in the silky hair. The scent, spicy-sweet, the strong, exciting odor of hot female, made his nostrils quiver.
A problem. Her ass sank into the soft mattress. Her cunt was too low to be easily gotten at.
He said, "Hey, hand me a pillow to jack up your ass."
"Jack-are you going to-eat me?"
"You want?"
"I'm so hot, I'm afraid I'd flip. Maybe you better just stick your cock up my fuck-hole."
"Come on, the pillow."
With seeming reluctance, she handed it to him.
He snuggled it under the small of her back. She dug her heels into the bed and arched. He slipped it in beneath her butt.
It changed the whole position of her cunt, angling the long split up at him. He knew that a lot of people fucked this way. He'd have to try it.
But first, this, down on his forearms, hands under her legs, clutching her hips.
He gazed over her beaver, up to her tits, which sloped outward. She was plucking the nipples, looking down between the white mounds at him, wide-eyed.
"Jack, I don't know. Some women pass out when they come too hard. I'm scared."
"If it gets too fierce, tell me to stop."
"But I won't want to!"
He bent down to her cunt, studying her clitoris, a nubbin crouched in the glossy pink notch of its protective hood. He decided to tease it as he had her asshole. He extended his tongue and carefully traced the form of the hood, barely touching the glossy flesh.
Lily's whole body gave a jerk. "Ugh, ohhh, listen, I don't know-that feels crazy!"
The taste and the incredible slickness of the liquid filming her cunt-flesh inflamed him. His heart pounded and now his tonguetip was not the delicately probing sliver it had been but a swab washing over her clit.
"Ahhhgghh!" Lily cried. "Oohhhh, honey!"
And the nubbin that had crouched down there in the notch swelled out, grew against his tongue, stood like one of her nipples. But very different, no rubbery firmness to it, no grainy milk ducts, none of that, just the slickest little peg, completely smooth.
It was quite big enough that he could lip it and tug.
Lily moaned. He looked over her pussy hair at her, saw her fingers clustered on her nipples, slowly pulling off them. The areolas had puffed grotesquely to cones like the smooth tops of volcanoes which the nipples extended evenly to flattish tips. As he watched, she changed the position of her hands, made fists grasping the swollen tit-ends and milking them out.
He let the horny little clit slip from his lips.
He asked, "Lily, you like it?"
Clenching her fists on her tits, she raised, stretching them out, grunting.
She gasped, "Don't suck it too hard. It burns so-" He tongue-lashed her clit and she gave a shriek.
Then he settled down to work. He licked around her notch, probed the crinkly, jellied flesh down to her pee-hole, circled it, tried to lip her swollen inner labes but could not grasp them. Then he slid his tongue up her hole.
"Aieeee! Ohhh, I'm gonna come!"
Pressing his open mouth to her hairy cunt-lips, he sent his tongue twirling up her channel. He began sucking in the sweet juice, swallowed, extended his tongue farther.
Lily's legs fell to his back. Her heels dug in as she braced, arching herself, crushing her gaping wet pussy to his face.
She groaned, said in a voice that was low, hoarse, almost animalistic, "I'm coming but coming again. Two comes right now. Jack, eat my cunt hard! Eat it, honey!"
Her hips were moving, straining hard as she fucked his piercing tongue. Her cunt was fluttering, began gulping as he forced her to deepen the flailing thrusts. He swallowed juice. Christ, her cunt was flowing like a river! He rubbed his nose on her clit as he licked up her fuck-hole and sucked her whole cunt-mound.
Her cunt was contorting, opening and closing in uncontrolled fashion, expelling liquids like spitting.
She pitched upward into an arch, held it, screwing her cunt against his face.
She was shrieking, "I'm coming! It's going but so hard! Oh, Jack, stop lapping my cunt. Stick your cock into me and let me come on it! Jack, I gotta have a hard cuntful right now!"
He raised up and prepared to slam his cock into her yawning fuck-hole.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The way the pillow raised her ass, he could fuck her while kneeling.
He scrunched to her, upright, his cock jutting out like a torpedo but its extreme hardness turned it upward. He had to force down on his rod to seat the head in the crimson ring of her cunt-mouth.
The fat knob just plunged right in, dove in and with weight on it sludged up Lily's quivering sheath.
Hot. And gushy. He could not tell where liquid ended and soft cunt-flesh began.
Kneeling, he drew her to him, fully impaling her. Their pubic hair merged into a single, multicolored bush.
He paused.
Lily was gazing at him. Incredibly, she began to smile, an easy, gentle, loving smile.
Very slowly she pulled at her nipples.
"You look like you got your gun," he said.
She sighed. "About four times. But the big come is still down there. I mean, to really pull it off all the way I need your cock inside me."
"To have something solid to work on?"
"Well, yeah, but your cock isn't exactly yours, it's maybe part of me. See? But if you lick up my cunt, it's always just your tongue. But now that you're rooted in, maybe I have a cock and I've stuck it up your cunt."
He laughed. "That sounds real queer."
"What I'm saying is, the way your cock feels it doesn't matter if it's pointed into me or sticking out of me."
"You're a crazy cunt, Lily," he said and reached to the titties she was idly pulling, grasped a nipple and stretched, then let it snap back.
She giggled. Then she turned from him and glanced at the clock on the wall. "Uh-oh, Jack, not much time. Daddy's due pretty soon."
"I sure wouldn't want him to catch me fucking you. He looks like he could knock my head flat."
"Yeah. I wish Ma could talk sense into him. I mean, so we could sleep together at night. Sometimes I wake up from a dream all wet and warm between my legs and I have to masturbate. But if you and me slept together, you could just roll over and fuck me."
"Well, but I'd be leaving my mother all alone over there."
"We could sleep at your place."
"Hey, she wouldn't dig that."
As he spoke, he felt his cock throb. He grabbed Lily's hips, snuggled her to him and slowly jogged in her steamy sheath.
She cried, "Because your mother wants you for herself!"
"Lily, don't start that shit again."
She shut up because things were happening down inside her. He could feel strong contractions on his cockstem. He began longer fuck-strokes. Kneeling like this was pretty good, allowing vigorous hip action. He watched the rigid length of his tool slide in and out of her fiery hole. Wet-Christ, his cock was dripping.
Suddenly Lily grabbed her tits, dug her fingers in as she strained. She whipped her legs around his back, braced and began violent, humping lurches.
"Jack, I'm boiling! Oh, fuck me harder!"
He really gave it to her, drawing out of her gaping hair-fringed cunt on every stroke, driving, cutting the end of her cunt. He saw her face turn red. Her tongue flailed about at fevered, swollen lips.
"Ughhhh!" she groaned. "My cunt's turning inside out. Don't stop fucking. Ohhhh, it's going to blow!"
He slammed harder, spattering juices as his loins rammed her open slit.
"Ughhhhh, now!" she shrieked.
She arched up so high, like a bridge, back bowed, that he thought something had to snap.
She held it while he screwed into the depths of her cunt.
"COOMMMIIINNNGGG!!" she cried.
Then slowly, as if she were deflating, she sagged. Slowly, slowly dropping, legs unhooking from his back, sliding down his thighs.
Her eyes closed. Her cunt still undulated on his cock. She seemed to be concentrating on those ebbing flutters.
At last she said, "My cunt's sore."
He was nowhere near shooting his load. "Does it burn?" he asked.
"A little, but shit, I love it." Then her eyes opened wide. "No use making it sorer, huh?"
""Well, I got to get my nuts off."
"Sure. How about if I suck it?"
He gaped at her.
Lily was licking her lips, impatient to begin.
He withdrew and moved on his knees up her body, in response to her beckoning. Lily scrunched down, sort of slid under him until his dripping cock was poised over her face.
She yanked the pillow from under her ass, put it beneath her head, raising her to the dripping tool. She pinched the shank between thumb and forefinger and steered it to her mouth.
Her tongue slashed the underside.
Jack gave a jerk. Like wet fire!
Slowly she licked around the rim of the swollen knob. A ribbon of her cunt juice slipped from it and fell on her hp. She licked it into her mouth and swallowed.
He said, "You don't mind your goo on it?"
"It's better-makes it slick."
Saying this, she abruptly raised her head, steered the throbbing, purplish cock to her mouth and plunked it in.
Jack's eyes bugged as his stiff meat disappeared within the circle of Lily's lips, into cool, salivated tongue-lashing, to her very throat. Then her cheeks squeezed in, a suction pulling at the end of it, like she was going to suck it right off.
She dropped back to the pillow, letting his cock fly out of her mouth. She was smiling. His balls hung to the tip of her nose. With a finger she set them to swinging, a pendulum crossing her face, lurching, swaying back again.
This gentle jostling of his nuts made them boil.
"It stretches my jaw," she said. "Gee, I fall in love with a guy and he turns out to have a monster cock that makes my cunt sore and stretches my mouth out of shape."
"Shit," he said. "My big cock is what you love."
Lily giggled. She raised, swabbed the plushy head with the flat of her tongue, then turned underneath and pushed a ball into her mouth.
The mere pressure of her tongue on it made him yelp.
She expelled it and gulped cock while juggling his balls. The suction and the slithering of her tongue, winding about the head, spiralling on the shank, started him going.
Kneeling there, he began fucking her mouth.
In and out, long, languorous slides with a coiling tongue driving him crazy. He heard Lily moan around her mouthful as though she were also getting her gun.
Then he froze, tensed his ass, though somehow his cock kept on going, shooting in and out her slippery pink lips.
"I'm coming!" he cried.
She nodded, made a smacking sound, all she could emit around her mouthful of cock. She knew, she could feel it growing and hardening and her feverish sucking speeded.
"You want it in your mouth?" he cried.
"Ah-umm!" she gurgled, seizing the shank and holding fast to make sure he did not withdraw.
He let his load go.
Panting, grunting, he stabbed, felt his nuts jar on Lily's hand and his cock-head in her throat and his jizz shot out in a hot blast.
She made a gurgling sound and sucked all the harder.
Three times he delivered into her gulping maw.
Then he paused. She slipped his rod from her mouth, licked his lips, then pressed them to the split in the bulging cock-head.
She sucked. And Christ, it felt like she was drawing his nuts right up out of his scrotum.
He spurted cum that overflowed her mouth and ran down her chin.
She licked it up, tried sucking again, got nothing, contented herself with licking and kissing the deflating tool.
His legs gave way. He lowered, sat on Lily's chest with his cock and balls between her tits. She squeezed the hot orbs in on his genitals.
Perched like that, he heard the first sound from outside Lily's bedroom.
Car tires were crunching the cinder drive between the two houses. His mother's car.
Julia felt exhausted.
Last night she had slept only a few hours. Oh, Ricky's marvelous fucking was worth missing weeks of sleep, but today she had never stopped. She felt absolutely bowlegged with fatigue.
In the kitchen she called out for Jack.
No answer.
She threw her jacket on the table and began peeling off her dress as she opened the fridge and got out cocktail makings.
Stripped to bra and panties, she stirred the drink, wondering if Jack were next door.
Her nipples felt sore. She rubbed them, smiling as she thought how eagerly Ricky had sucked them. Hot. She removed her bra, then poured the drink and stood there at the sink sipping it and idly tugging at her nipples.
She slipped a hand into her panties to test her pussy. Soft and moist, like always after a really sexy night. She massaged the lips and Ricky's image sprang to mind, his grin, his long, hard cock. It was such a relief to knead her crotch this way, bringing little wet flutters to her cunt and have Ricky come to mind. Instead of Jack.
It proved that even if her obsession could not be cured, plenty of good screwing could hold it at bay.
She gathered up her things and headed for the bathroom. Her bare titties bobbed heavily. She smiled. Swollen, turgid with heat, the caps puffy and dark, looking hand-sized. Despite her fatigue she was amused and terribly pleased.
As she passed Jack's door, something inside caught her eye.
A white splotch on the floor.
Jack was rather tidy, seldom left things laying about and anyhow this lacked the harsh cut of male clothing. She went inside.
A girl's panties. Not her own, too small. Julia knew even before she saw the L monogram embroidered on one side.
She glanced at the rumpled bed.
She went to her room and sat at the vanity table. Her hand shook as she sipped her drink. She thought of Jack stripping the panties off the girl, fondling that cute little saucy ass.
She closed her eyes, seeing red as jealousy flamed, burned inside her, made her groan and pound her fists on the vanity table.
It was as though Jack had been unfaithful to her, fucking Lily in this very house, locked cock in cunt.
He belongs to me! Julia thought. But how could she keep him away from the little slut?
Last night on the phone he had suggested their going to the X-rated movie at the drive-in.
The thought of watching a fuck movie with Jack sent a hand plunging into her panties to squeeze her juicing cunt.
Tonight?
Somehow this torment must be resolved!
At supper Jack babbled about Mrs. Powers' sculpting. He made Lily seem to be on the edge of things. Full of guilt!
She did not mention Lily's panties on his bedroom floor.
But she did ask, "Were you serious about that X-rated movie, darling?"
He flushed, dodged her gaze. "Maybe I was kidding."
Thus he let her off the hook, but forces she could not control made her say, "Why not? We're both mature enough to get a few laughs out of it."
"Yeah, I guess. How about tomorrow night? See, tonight I have to work on algebra with Lily."
Her heart sank. Do algebra in bed!
But she could only say, "School work must come first, darling."
She went to bed early and dreamed of watching a movie over a man's shoulder while, in the front seat of the car, grotesquely entangled, they fucked, she complaining about their cramped position, yet getting come after come.
Throughout it, she avoided seeing the man's face. She must not know who he was!
CHAPTER TWELVE
In the morning Julia finished off the Winslow Realty account and drove to the office of Mari Martin Cosmetics. She rather welcomed this assignment. Mari usually made a pass at her and the absurdity of a lesbian entanglement should take her mind off her troubles.
Mali's office suggested an 18th Century boudoir, furniture with gilded, spindly legs, pettipoint upholstery, inlaid tables, on the walls prints of paintings by Watteau and Reynolds featuring young girls in diaphanous clothing. And Mari herself, blonde and dainty, fitted it, despite the very modern, severely tailored shirt and slacks she wore.
"My gorgeous Julia," she purred, giving a quick embrace and a cheek kiss that lingered.
They went to work on letters to two companies in Brazil that wanted to serve as outlets for Man's cosmetics. Julia guessed she had been called in because Mari did not want her office staff to know of these prospects, perhaps to keep news of it from reaching shareholders. Or, to judge from the hot, sidelong glances she sent at Julia's tits, she had other motivations.
During a coffee break, Mari said, "Julia, how would you like to fly to Rio with me?"
Julia had taken a seat on an ornate sofa. She looked wide-eyed at Mari, who was bringing cups of coffee to the table before her.
Mari continued, "I must go to Brazil and arrange for distribution. I'll need an expert steno along." She sat beside Julia, laid a hand on hers. Julia studied her, this dainty woman with her soft brown eyes and alabaster skin; slim as a whip but with pretty, cone-shaped tits. She posed no threat; she spoke softly, had none of the mannerisms Julia associated with a butch lesbian. She fitted the 18th Century serenity of her office. And Julia did not wish to hurt her.
She said, "Mari, I have family obligations-my son."
Mari's hand brushed sensuously up her arm. "Besides, you think you couldn't love a woman."
"Mari, I'm not-I mean, it's always been men-" The hand slipped to her shoulder and fingertips came creamily smooth to the nape of her neck.
"Julia, I have-for some time-had a crush on you. And I thought, if we got away, escaped your everyday life, the two of us together-moonlight in Rio-a balcony on our hotel suite overlooking the sea-" In fairness to her, Julia tried to picture it, a luxury hotel and this girl of whom she was really quite fond-whose fingertips roved on the sensitive nape of her neck, a delightful caress that she felt seep down deep into her body-escaping her horrid, incestuous love for Jack.
Her eyes closed. Mari's other hand slipped into hers, fingers stroking her palm.
Mari whispered, "You haven't remarried. You're dubious about men. You can't afford to shake free of them as I did. When I found that I was doomed to nowhere in business, walled out by men, I was lucky enough to have rich relatives who backed me. Now I can spit on men. But you, you need help. My help."
Julia found that her mouth was dry. This woman's gentle caresses seemed to wilt her while producing a strange excitement, a warm glow filling her body. Could she conceivably make the change, end the terrible struggle within herself over Jack, erase the need for hurried shackups with men like Ricky?
"What do you think of me?" Mari asked.
Julia was slow to reply. At last she murmured, "I'm fond of you. You've been very sweet to me."
"Do you find me attractive?"
"Adorable, Mari. But all my life-"
"Oh yes, men have always been crazy for you, you're in that habit. I have different things to offer."
Julia felt the girl's warm breath on her cheek. Then a kiss there, soft as cream, undemanding, timid; almost childish. Within her a core of resistance melted. She slumped back against the sofa in the circle of Mari's arms.
Fingertips brushed over her tits. Surprisingly she did not resist, indeed welcomed the caress, gentle pressure now against which her nipples swelled, stiffened. Mari's touches had the feel of laying silk on her flesh and it clung when her fingers had moved on.
She guessed the office was soundproofed. She heard nothing of the busy, workaday life that had to be going on around them.
On her throat, a vaporous caress, a creamy warmth, Mari's lips exquisitely soft, lowering to her tits. Vaguely she heard the snicker of her dress zipper, felt it sag from her shoulders. Kisses roved on her chest, over the rounds of her tits to the edges of her bra. Fingertips turned down the bra material, pushed upward at a tit and abruptly it was exposed to the cool of the air.
A tonguetip circled her great crown, leaving a moist trail that at first chilled, then turned to fire.
"Mari!" she gasped.
The reply was a flow of moisture enclosing the cap of her tit, lips moving so gently on her flesh that it bore no relation to a man's sucking. Her areola and nipple seemed to grow out and fill Mari's mouth rather than be drawn by it.
Warmth flowed down her body. She could feel it gathering in her cunt, vague, undefined, yet most certainly a sexual heat.
When she at last opened her eyes, she saw that Mari had raised both boobs out of her bra, held them in her hands, was suckering off a nipple that appeared grown to a red thumb and began coiling her tongue about the other.
For the first time Julia truly saw beauty in a woman's face. How lovely the long, dark lashes fanned out on cheeks as fine-grained as porcelain, how lovely the pink lips laving the puffiness of her areola, then drawing in about a turgid nipple! Julia raised a trembling hand and stroked the girl's face. The feel was of velvet, but warm and alive.
Slowly licking the nipple, Mari said, "It's so long that I've wanted to kiss your luscious breasts. Do you like it, darling Julia?"
"Yesss!" Julia choked. "But Mari-"
"But what, sweetheart?"
A hand had slid from the tit it held down her dress to her legs and with that the word "but" stuck in her throat, for the single caress on her panty crotch stilled her doubts. She loved it! And her body reacted. Without her willing it, her legs fell open to let Mari explore the contours of her pussy. Fingers slipped into her panties and God, the softness of the caresses down there firing her clit to horny erection, the sludging movements of her cunt!
"Mari!" she groaned. "It feels so-good-" Mari raised, kissed her throat, whispering, "In Rio I'll make love to you all night long, in the moonlight. And you, you'll get over just accepting. You'll want me, will kiss me all over-"
"It's so strange, Mari. I've never-"
"It's a matter of getting over taboos. You'll find it much easier than your first teenage experiences with boys. The frightening hugeness of a boy's prick! Because I'm like you. Here, feel me."
She drew Julia's hands down between her legs to the crotch of her slacks. Despite the thickness of material, Julia could feel the form of her pussy.
"See?" Mari whispered. "Nothing to be afraid of. Unzip my pants, darling. It will comfort you to touch my pussy."
Julia obeyed, accepting Mari as her guide in this unknown, voluptuous world of hers. She opened the zipper as she had many men's; nothing strange there. Mari's panties were very brief and she touched hair before nylon. It could be a male pubic ruff, though it was softer, finer. She fingered under the panties, down to soft, damp pussy-lips and somehow was glad she had done it. She sighed deeply, then sat there caressing Mari's cunt, much relieved at having pierced the veil of taboo.
Jack seemed a million miles away.
She thought, can it be that lesbianism is a road out of my dreadful lust for my own son?
Mari whispered, "Raise up so I can take off your panties, sweetheart."
Again she obeyed, arched, felt the wispy nylon drawn down her legs and off.
Then fingertips roved her naked cunt, tweaked her clit to pulsing urgency, delved into her hole, buttery soft.
And she found herself squeezing Mari's hairy twat, even venturing up the steamy gap in her flesh.
Mari groaned. Then, "Oh, you will go to Rio with me, Julia. I know you will. And now you're going to come on my tongue. After that you'll be mine."
Saying this, she removed Julia's hand from her pants, slid off the sofa, knelt between Julia's legs and threw up her skirt.
Julia gazed at Mari's lovely face, down there moving in to the reddish belly hair, bracketed by spread thighs, suddenly touching.
Fire lashed her clit. Gasping, she arched up. A moist warmth enclosed her cunt and within it a tonguetip raced, laying searing ribbons about her clitoris, down her slit, encircling her hot inner labes, tracing every cuntal fold.
Julia shot her hands down to caress the blonde woman's silky hair, drawing her in more firmly. At the same time she raised her legs and rested heels on Mari's back.
Tongue slashed up her fuck-hole.
"Aghhh!" Julia cried, "Mari I will-you'll make me-come. You're making my cunt go wild!"
The tongue left her hole, came languorously up her slit to swab the growing bubble of her clit.
Mary gasped, "Your juice tastes like honey, darling. I can't get enough of it."
"Drink it! Oh, I've never been so wet-cunted!"
"This is your kind of love, sweetheart. You need me, Julia and oh, God, I want you so!"
Julia's insides had begun pulsing rhythmically, as though drawing in on a cock, then releasing it. But she needed no hard maleness inside her, just the delicate lashings of Mari's tongue.
I can do it, she thought. I can turn lesbian, forget men, forget what Jack has hanging between his legs. Thank you, Mari, for seducing me. Yes, we'll go to Rio and make love all night, naked together in bed!
Her come rose slowly, easily, like gelatin oozing out of her. Heels braced on Mari's back, she was rather lazily humping, slow fuck-shoves at the tongue racing up and down her slit, coiling about her clit, suddenly appearing full up her hole. The come peaked with a light popping, like bubbles bursting, hissing quietly out of her.
She sagged, smiling, caressing dear Mari's cheeks.
"I've come," she whispered.
Mari rubbed a wet cheek on Julia's cunt hair. "Yes, a little come. I can give you ten like that, twenty of them. But now, honey, I'm going to drive you wild."
Her mouth pressed to Julia's clit. A sudden suction yanked at it and within that vacuum a tongue swabbed heavily, flagging the nubbin about.
She felt a hot bubble grow huge within Mari's lips. As though her clit and its protecting notch were sucked out to a single bulbous protrusion!
Then a finger slipped up her asshole.
The feel was of two separate comes trying to join.
Before Julia could come to terms with either, Mari licked down her slit and sent tongue coiling up her fuck-hole, so rapidly and so deeply penetrating that it came like a blow, exciting every sensory point to roiling convulsion. Hips jerking, feeling flames wash her entire body, Julia moaned, thrashed about, seized her tits to crush back the heat bursting from them, milked the nipples frantically in a vain attempt to find the blessed relief of a come.
"I'm so hot!" she cried. "Mari, I can't stand what you're doing to my cunt!"
She heard a muffled laugh, then felt the girl's mouth return to her clit and a thumb jabbing up her hole. Again clit and hood were drawn out, bulbously protruding.
Impaled at two points, the rest pulled, she was sent roaring up a pinnacle of orgasm where everything exploded in crimson flashes. Even her own tugging at her nipples produced comes. A hundred of them, yet all at once, a single scalding splash riding out her hole, taking her insides with it.
She came down like a deflated balloon.
She struck hard but soon everything beneath her softened to goo, in which she floated.
Distantly, Mari murmured, "The next time you'll want to lap my cunt."
Julia heard an animal moan issue from her own throat.
And she gasped, "Don't stop licking my cunt, let me down with your tongue."
While she pulled her own nipples, still hipping at the face of her lesbian lover, riding silken waves of heat back toward sanity, she began to smile.
It was all so easy now. Let Jack's cock stand up like a fence post-it made no difference.
Mari had shown her the way out.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
At six o'clock Julia arrived home. She was floating, as though drunk. The familiar house seemed unreal. In the kitchen she called out for Jack, got no answer, thought, So he's off fucking Lily again. So what? She opened the fridge and got out the makings for her cocktail. She had made it and was sipping the drink when she noticed that she had left the fridge door standing open. Again, she couldn't care less.
To Rio with Mari, to all night long feel her cunt sucked and licked-and Mari had told her she wanted Julia to work for her as she wanted female executives.
Lesbians, of course.
In the bathroom she gazed at herself in the mirror as she undressed. Her color was high, her eyes unnaturally bright. There, Julia Bell, freed by lesbianism from her hideous, unnatural hangup!
She had not taken an active role, except in obeying Mari's order to open her pants and feel her pussy, but she guessed she could do her part. In fact, the notion rather excited her.
Mari had given her her unlisted phone number. Tonight, she had begged. But if Jack insisted on going to the movie-She undressed and stepped into the shower, closed the curtain just as she heard the kitchen screen door swat shut and Jack called out.
"In here, darling," she cried, adjusting the shower spray and beginning to soap herself.
She next heard his voice in the bathroom. "Okay if I use the John?"
"Be my guest, darling." What did it matter? Even when she heard the John lid clap against the tank and knew he was hauling out his fat cock. No matter. She was going to Rio with Mari. While soaping her pussy she asked, "Jack, do you still want to go to that movie?"
"Gee, I've never seen an X-rated movie. But if you'd be embarrassed... "
"Oh, no. As I said, we're adults. Why not?"
She heard his pee hose into the bowl. But his prick had no importance; she was operating on a different level, in a changed world. She rinsed off, shut the shower knobs, swept the curtain open and stepped out to get a towel.
For only a moment did it strike her as unusual that she was exposing herself, nude and dripping water and then only because of his astonished look. Nor that it was odd to watch the fat cock he held toward the toilet while she rubbed the towel between her legs. She was cured of all that, floating on cloud nine!
She said mildly, "In the movie you'll see lots of naked girls."
"But Mum-" He finished and hurried out even before he had zipped up.
He was really a prude! she thought.
Her elation continued as she made supper, an easy one, just boil the spaghetti and thaw the ready-made sauce, break up lettuce for a salad-while drinking dry martinis. Perhaps the drinks helped keep her high afloat, but she did not need them. She and Jack were going to a fuck movie and she would enjoy it. She felt armored against him. She could even pretend she was Lily, neck with him! It would make no difference. Perhaps later tonight she would sneak off to Mari's house.
In the living room Jack watched the TV ball game without seeing it.
This afternoon he and Lily had worked on algebra while she modeled, naked, for her mother's sculpting. They had no chance to go up to her room and screw because her father came home early.
That must be why he had this raging hard-on.
Julia had not helped by stepping naked out of the shower.
She had never done that before.
At supper she seemed oddly excited. She had opened a bottle of red wine to go with the spaghetti and insisted that he drink some.
He noticed that her nipples were swollen, sort of jutting out in that white dress she wore.
She said, "At last we have our movie date. That's it, you'll be my date tonight. I'll pretend I'm a teenager. Okay?"
"Okay, Mum," he grinned.
"I'll act shocked by the sexy parts. Naturally, you'll try to make it with me but I'll be coy. Right?"
He felt a blush burn his cheeks. He drank some wine. If only his cock would ease off! It stood up bony hard, twitching when he looked at his mother's titties. Try to make it with her? If he touched her, he would go ape.
He poured more wine. The level in the bottle was sinking rapidly.
She looked so beautiful. Lily could not compare.
The wine seemed to inflame his cock to a throbbing monster aimed under the table at his mother.
As Julia put on makeup, she dipped a hand into her panties to test the condition of her pussy, found it drooling and only then did she suspect that lesbianism had not raised a shield between herself and her son but had smashed all barriers.
When she finally parked at the drive-in, in darkness broken only by the giant screen ahead, she saw the stiff length in Jack's pants. Her mouth watered. She tried to concentrate on the movie's opening scene, a girl undressing as she talked on the phone to her boy friend. The girl seemed hazy in her vision.
She had told Jack she would pretend to be a teenager. Had her submission to lesbianism been pretense? She felt giddy, as might a young girl at her first dirty movie with a date.
Jack was staring wide-eyed at the nude girl on the screen. The girl was tawny-haired, had Lily's slimness and perhaps jealousy triggered Julia to action.
"She isn't your date," she murmured. "I am."
He grinned sheepishly.
She found herself moving, sidling over to him, into the curve of his arm. She cuddled to him.
For some minutes she pretended interest in the movie, which soon irked her, for it was soft-core, a tease, showing plenty of tits and occasionally pussy hair, no cocks and balls. The first fuck scene told the story, head shots, panting, the camera avoiding coupled organs. And in her role as teenager, Julia cared only for the private darkness of the car and the flesh touching hers.
She whispered, "Jack, don't you neck with your dates?"
She was breathing on his throat. He turned to her, wild-eyed, but then his mouth came to hers, sweet-tasting and gentle, lips almost closed until she slipped her tongue through them.
Open-mouthed, she sucked at her son's lips and tongue, curled an arm about his neck, held him as they drank of each other's mouths and tongues slashed with eager impatience.
At last, parting, she breathed, "Let's go on pretending."
She reached for the arm about her, drew his hand to her tit and held it there.
On the screen two girls were kissing.
Jack's thumb stroked her nipple, jerkily, uncertain.
The girls kissing were pretty, supple, vining about each other.
All thought faded as her tit warmed in his cupped hand and the crown swelled until he was bending the erect nipple.
She whispered, "Then what do you do with your dates?"
The hand left her tit, moved to her back and unclasped her bra. His other hand then dipped into her neckline, fingers inside the bra, probing, at last closing on her jutting nipple.
She raised her face for a kiss, got a strong tongue in her mouth. That and the hot hand on her tit kindled the fire. She shivered with delight.
Her hand slipped down his belly to the rigid length of his stiff cock.
Like that, holding her son's hard-on, his hand in her dress, she saw the X-rated movie that she hardly saw at all.
In silence, biting her lip, Julia drove home.
Jack was looking away, flushed. They had necked at a movie, maybe because of the drinks and the soft-core frustration of the show. And now?
Julia did not know.
Her elation had passed. She felt somber, avoided facing him. Guilt? Did she feel guilt?
She left the car in the drive and went into the house, directly to her bedroom. She undressed, not looking at herself in the mirror, afraid of meeting her own gaze. Nude, she lit a cigarette, unable to figure what to do, or to say.
She heard Jack's step in the doorway. She turned, saw him standing there stark naked. His cock was so hard that the flaring head was purplish. Gigantic, an up-curved rigidity that seemed to grow larger as she stared at it, a monstrosity looming out of his pubic ruff. And his balls appeared swollen, as big as her fists.
"Look what you did to me," he said.
There was a whimper in his voice, a complaint, blaming her, asking mother what was to be done!
She knew.
She switched her vanity table lamps down to amber night lights.
"Come to bed with me, Jack," she whispered.
His face looked pained as he climbed into bed facing her.
Julia reached out, caressed his cheek, then curled her hand about his neck and drew him to her, down, bringing his face to her tits. Then she cupped her hands under the swollen orbs, offering them to him. He groaned, then thrust to the left one, nuzzling it.
"Open your mouth," she whispered.
As his lips parted, she fed it to him, pressed the firm flesh into his mouth, more as it yawned and the suction drew liquid strings tugging jerkily at her cunt. She gasped, forced her tit into his mouth. His hand felt for the other tit. She guided his hand, let him knead and pull that one while sucking and lifting the other.
Her cunt was writhing, gathering itself up, expelling. Very slowly, gently. She had come at other times from having her tits sucked, but never this easily. Like squeezing a bubble out of her fuck-hole!
She seemed to have a world of time for it. She lifted his hand off her jug and took it down between her legs, pressing it to the hairy moistness of her cunt.
The moment it touched, the bubble exploded. Her moan came out as lightly, a quiet, "Ooohhh!"
He looked up at her, her nipple still between his lips. "Did you-Julia-what-" Smiling, she combed her fingers through his soft blond hair.
She said simply, "I came, darling."
He pressed a kiss to her nipple, looked away. "I can't believe that I'm-that we're-"
"Let's not believe anything. Pretend, if you wish. Maybe we're living a fantasy. Let it go that way. Anyhow, the moment you touched my pussy, I came."
He gazed at her tits. He raised his hand from her crotch, took a jug in each hand, nuzzled between them and squeezed them to his cheeks.
He looked up at her. "Like this?"
She nodded. "But now come up here. I want to hold your cock." He kneed up the bed, slid an arm under her shoulders. Their mouths met, open, tongues probing as Julia reached to her son's hip, then found the rigid, hot throbbing of his cock. She squeezed it.
She withdrew from the kiss to whisper, "Such a huge prick, Jack and I'm sorry I made you so hard, I mean so that you complained, as though I were a cock-teaser. Well, maybe I was, Getting even, maybe."
"Even for what?"
But she did not want to mention that cunt Lily. She rubbed her palm on the underside of his cock-head, then slipped her hand down it, underneath until her fingertips touched his balls and the knob was far up her arm. This great young cock was almost as long as her forearm.
She fingered his scrotum into her hand. How big his nuts were! An overflowing handful.
And he was more world-wise than she had thought, for he said, "I guess you found Lily's panties in my bedroom. I forgot they were there."
Holding his jewels, his cock pressing the length of her forearm, she no longer gave a shit about Lily.
She said, "I have no right to object to your fucking her." But then, in a spate of honesty, she said, "I was jealous. And that's why we're in bed together."
She took his hand and pushed it down between her legs, then returned to fondling his cock and balls.
As he fingered her hairy pussy-lips apart, then tentanvely caressed her slit, she asked, "Do you like my cunt, darling?"
He nodded, choked up now.
"Jack, do you want to slip your cock into it?"
He seemed to shiver, then looked away his cheeks darkening with a blush.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Jack could not answer. He knew only one reality, that of his raging hard-on, like his whole body had shrunk and grown out as extra cock.
He told himself that his mother, beloved Mum-Julia, was stroking that postlike slab of meat and her other hand supporting the weight of his nuts. He told himself but did not quite believe it.
The pussy he kneaded was immensely larger than Lily's, the spread of hair and the plumpness of the lips making that girl's snatch seem stingy. And the clit-God, it was the size of the end of his finger. But what seemed most certain was the frantic, straining horniness of his throbbing, twitching, pulsing cock.
"Darling," she whispered. "Fuck me."
Trembling, he moved to obey.
As though in a dream he raised on an elbow, pushed up to his knees and climbed over his mother's leg. The amber night light gilded her thighs, turning outward now, lusciously tapered thighs joined in hairy darkness. That obscurity itself was halved, curls bracketing the glossy, glistening flesh within.
He gazed up her belly to the mounding tits, capped by darker erections and beyond saw an unfamiliar face, smiling and lasciviously slit-eyed. Her round arms were spread, limp.
She spoke huskily, a breathless whisper. "Slip it into my hole, sweetheart."
He lowered, a hand on the bed beside her. His cock-head neared the gap in his mother's beaver. Would it be a yawning emptiness that would contain his prick without touching it?
He had that feeling. But when his cock-head touched flesh and he pushed, he felt liquid heat that was really her body, it had substance and as his cock-head entered her cunt-mouth, there was a squeeze, a clutching.
Gasping, he put weight on his cock and slid in. Amazingly, his mother's fuck-hole was no larger than Lily's!
But easier, somehow. It seemed only an instant until his pubes mashed her outer cunt-lips and his prick was full in.
She beckoned.
He came down on her, on the soft warmth of her body, down with his cheek on her forehead, smelling her perfume and more than perfume, the very odor of her femaleness.
Like that, straining to understand, he felt her legs lift and encircle him.
Then her arms fell on his shoulders, fingers combing slowly through his hair.
He choked, "Julia, I don't understand-I can't imagine-"
"Darling, I can't either. But it is happening. I have your cock up my fuck-hole and in a minute I'm going to come again. That's all."
Her cunt was moving on his stiff meat, sort of running up and down it, circling it, all sorts of crazy movements.
He whispered, "Is it-I mean, the men you've known-" She wet-kissed his cheek. "It's the hardest and most wonderful big cock that ever fucked me."
And Julia never lied to him. He managed to grin. Then nature took over and he found his hips lifting, raising his prick out of her hole, then thrusting back into the quivering wetness of his mother's cunt.
"Ahhh!" she sighed, tightening the embrace of her thighs, which started a hard pulling inside her cunt. "Jack, give me some long strokes, I'll come right now, yes right now."
He backed, shoved hard, felt her lift, arching to him, squirming around on his rigid meat. Again. Then she cried out.
"So soon! Oh, honey, if you just touch me, I come! I'm so glad, so glad you're fucking me!"
As she spoke, her cunt began to convulse, a turmoil swirling up and down her son's prick. Her hot split crushed to his loins and for a moment she was rigid, straining.
Then she cried out, laughing and her tension broke. She fell, simply dropped apart. This lasted a few seconds before another tremor seized her. She thrust her hands to his butt and dug in her fingernails, holding him tightly to her while her cunt fluttered. The movements slowed. Her hole enlarged, palpitated gently as it spilled out a gush of cunt-honey.
"Ohhhh, so good!" she murmured. "With you my comes just seem to ripple out of me."
He dug his prick into her, pushed and she groaned with satisfaction.
His cock felt like iron, curiously bottled up. He did not know why he had not shot off. Something was holding him back. As though his cum-hole was swollen shut.
Or something would not allow him to spill his load in his mother's cunt.
Julia glanced sidewise at the big oval mirror and saw her son's muscular body between her raised thighs, his long golden hair spilled over hers, golden and red mixing. Her eyes looked large now and had a twinkle in them. No guilt! No, sheer pleasure because her son's big cock filled her fuck-hole and she had gotten too easy come on that lovely prick, as though she had previously suffered out her guilt and shame, ridded herself of those tiresome emotions and now could wallow in pleasure with this virile youth who happened to be her son.
She guessed that she had been seducing him for some time. The back massages at the vanity table when she wore only bra and panties. Their increasing tendency to run about half-dressed. And their language, ever more frank. But of course Lily had triggered the affair; jealousy had prompted Julia to take him to dinner and get booze into him, belly rub when they danced, then neck at the movie.
The night with Ricky had been no substitute, though it had been lovely fucking indeed. Shameful to use sweet Ricky that way! But he probably had nothing to complain about.
"Mum," Jack said.
She looked up at him, smiling. She armed his shoulders.
He said, "This is a crazy thing to do."
"It had to happen, Jack. We must accept it. I've been all edgy and twitchy for so long. But now that I can feel your cock inside me, I just don't care about anything. I love you so and this is ultimate love. Take it that way."
He frowned. "I guess. Maybe you know best."
"Honey, why don't you come? You seem to be holding back. Just let it go."
"Well, but suppose somebody found out?"
"It's none of their fucking business."
He managed a smile.
Julia stuffed a pillow under her head to raise it and see over his shoulders to the vanity mirror. There his hard, narrow buttocks were poised between her winged-out white thighs. How softly rounded her limbs looked, compared to his male rigidity! Comparing them she could dwell voluptuously on her own flesh.
His ass-cheeks tensed now. He raised and his scrotum lifted. Slowly his thick, curved cock drew out of her hair-ringed glistening red cunt-mouth, which was indeed snug on his tool. Even though her pussy-lips were rather large and puffy and her clit of remarkable size, her cunt remained narrow. Oh, it could stretch and consume the huskiest prick-and Jack's was of a girth equal to any that had ever been in her-but its bore was probably no greater than Lily's.
Hey, don't think of that slutty cunt!
His entire long cock had drawn out, the fat arrowhead on the end poised in her glossy labes. She could see colorless drool dribble out her hole and down to her shitter, then a sort of winking, her cunt-opening quirking through a little spasm. Impatient. It wanted to be pierced.
Then he rammed in.
The speed of the thrust took her breath away. Slick, a sloshy plunge and in the mirror his nuts clapped down on her ass and what she felt, oh God, all that meat filling her to bursting and the steamy quakes returned.
Another come!
Jack cried out, "Mum, I'm getting it!"
Julia groaned and threw her legs up, saw the pink soles of her feet in the mirror, toes straightening. She linked her ankles high above him, held fast as his mirror ass jerked, up and down, yanking that long red meat out of her clinging hole, balls slamming down in a heap on her asshole.
"Coming!" he yelled.
"Honey-me, too!" she choked. "A big come like I'll bust my cunt! Oh, fuck me hard, Jack darling sweetheart!"
She shot a glance at the oval mirror to the left where bodies were flinging crazily about, his ass rotating as he screwed it into her, her raised legs sawing back and forth, he lifting and holding high for a moment, then slamming down.
Her hole bloated, became a cavern yawning in expectation of being filled by his flying load. And then it came, hot and hard, splattering the walls of her cunt.
Her gush had already started, volcanic but not really bursting until his cock went iron-hard and lost its rhythm, as, woodenly thrusting, it spewed its charge.
She was arched up off the bed, floating near the ceiling when her son blew his fuck-milk up her dilated cunt. Each spurt seemed to shake her, even rattle her teeth and uncurl her hair.
Like a few lucky women in extreme throes of orgasm, she passed out.
She left herself floating up at the ceiling, still clinging to her son's giant, spurting cock.
She had slept profoundly. Not from exhaustion, rather because her world had so entirely fallen into place, every problem resolved. Cuddled into her son's strong arms, her hand cupped on his cock and balls, she drifted like a cloud over sun-bright fields, on a day when heaven and earth smiled.
Dawn had pinked her bedroom when her eyes opened. She gazed down at Jack's limp cock, hanging over her knuckles.
Out of affection rather than lust, she caressed it, squeezed the plushy head, pulled at the loose skin. The result, it lengthened and plumped while remaining soft.
She curled down to her son's cock and kissed the end. Slowly she licked around it. The taste was herself, her own cunt juice and it excited her. She fed the limp tool into her mouth and lay there slowly, luxuriantly sucking it.
She gathered his scrotum up into her hand and shook the wobbly balls about.
She almost giggled, for her mood was of joy, of sheer pleasure in thus holding captive his genitals. Mine! she thought. My son's cock and balls are mine to play with, to suck. To love. Lily can't intervene, no, because he lives here, sleeps here and I'll climb into his bed when I choose, or he'll chase me to mine.
The meaty dong was growing out of her mouth. She gazed down at her pink lips forming a circle about the dark skin of his prick, at the downy hair on his loose nut-sac. She slipped off the expanding head and fingered a ball into her mouth, then the other.
The hot length of his hardening cock was growing up her cheek.
Jack stirred, made sleep noises, hips scrunching about.
Julia expelled her mouthful of cock, raised to him. He was deep in sleep, his breathing shallow and regular.
She would not disturb him. She turned away, scrunched her ass back to his stiff prick. Then she raised a leg and tucked it in against her drooling split, closed the leg on it and lay there, smiling.
He still slept. After a moment, thinking it might not awake him, she reached between her legs and tucked the spongy head into her hole. She squirmed back to him and got half of the prick up her cunt.
Then she lay working her cunt muscles on it, building up a pretty good rhythm, squeezing his cock and laving it with her juices. At last she felt a push. Asleep or awake, he was jabbing into her, with all the glorious stiffness and length of a wake-up hard-on.
"Fuck me, honey," she murmured.
He was awake now. A hand fell on her hip, then came over her thigh to her pussy and drew her to him, flattening her ass-cheeks on his belly and groin.
She curled down low to straighten her hole and get maximum penetration.
Plunging. In and out. Stirring the juices and jizz of the night. That plumlike head, swollen to the girth of a peach, sludged inside her. She squirmed back to her son, heard him begin panting. A half-awake fuck usually went fast, no restraints, body relaxed and she welcomed the speed of it, held off her orgasm to fit it to his release.
His hand was still clamped on her pussy, pressuring her swollen clitoris.
So hot in there! So wet back behind her, squishy sounds as she screwed her ass about on his belly!
Then he groaned, loud and wrenching. She flung a hand down between her legs and seized his nuts as he let go.
"Julia, it's all going like crazy!"
She was laughing, crying, in heaven as her cunt convulsed and into it cum spurted, tears of joy in her eyes as orgasm burst in every cell of her body.
"Oh, honey!" she moaned.
Her son was still plunging, driving that long tool up her hole, until he gave a final groan and collapsed.
And she, with hard cock still in her, squeezed her cunt on it and pulled through another delicious little come.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Julia was first up, kissing her sleeping son and springing out to the bathroom where she got her douche bulb from the medicine cabinet and straddled the toilet while slipping the nozzle up her gaping fuck-hole.
She squirted, heard water and sex juices splash into the bowl. Considering his copious load, she gave it another go, refilled with warm water and again poked the nozzle up her cunt.
Clean inside, she showered, singing and the song that came to mind was, "My love is like a red, red rose."
She giggled. What a way to describe a horny fifteen-year-old!
Toweling herself in the kitchen, she began making breakfast.
It occurred to her that Jack might not feel as light-hearted as she, in fact might writhe with shame on seeing her.
She decided she must give him time to adjust. Wrapped in her towel she ate breakfast, then returned to her room to dress.
Seeing him sleeping, sprawled on the bed, his cock stuck fast to his thigh by fuck-juices, she wanted to jump on him, smother him with kisses, seize that luscious soft meat between his legs and harden it.
The word smother gave her pause. She must not overpower him with affection; a teenager trying to grow independent might rear up and fight it.
She dressed hurriedly, raked out her hair and slapped on makeup.
In the doorway she gazed at the prick she would love to suck to erection, then turned and dashed out to her car.
Bill Marston, feet on his desk, was lighting the day's first cigar. He said, "Julia, you're a burst of sunshine, an armful of dewy flowers, like a woman who got super-fucked last night by a couple feet of horse-cock."
She beamed at him. "Bill, you say the sweetest things!"
"So you got a cuntful, huh?"
She sighed. "Did I ever! I brought two changes of panties in my handbag. I'll be drooling all day long."
"Sheee-it!" Bill said. "Wouldn't I love to stuff some meat into you. But I know better than to try screwing a cunt that just made it good with another stud. Well, okay, let's get at it. Special call from that old fart Davies, insists on my sending him that sweet-assed Julia. Another thing, that lezzie cunt, Mari Martin, phoned for you last evening. She sounded kind of wistful."
Julia guessed she should thank Mari for having crumbled the walls of taboo. But Mari would of course never understand what she had accidentally achieved.
Jack felt low like whale crap on the bottom of the ocean.
All day in school he thought, I did the most terrible thing a guy could do. I fucked my own mother!
Even worse, Lily seemed pale and skinny by comparison.
They met in the school corridor and she said, "Come over after school?"
"I guess. Well. Depends. If my mother has something she wants me to do-"
"Your mother!" Lily spat.
He stayed at school for track but his legs felt like water. He gave up and came home.
Julia's car was in the drive. Home early.
As he entered the kitchen, she asked from the hall, "Alone, darling?"
"Yeah."
And Julia appeared, smiling, so beautiful it hurt inside him, naked except for panties, her big, pink-capped titties bobbing as she hurried to him and slipped into his arms.
No, he thought. No, I can not do it again...
But the feel of his arms on her warm back drove him wild and his cock reared up, jabbing at her.
Her open mouth came to his. Groaning in despair, he surrendered, tongued right in, gulped at the sweet, thrilling softness, sucking lips, felt her tongue curl about his. All cool and slithering, but it traveled down his body in a wave of fire that completed his erection.
His hands had fallen to her big, round ass-globes, the inner rounds covered by nylon that he slid his hands under and tugged her to him.
"I came home early," she whispered. "I couldn't wait."
"But Mum, we-shouldn't!"
"Hush, sweetheart. Mother knows best!"
She said that with a giggle, then turned, seizing his hand and drawing him with her through the kitchen to her bedroom. There she yanked his zipper open and her hot little hand plunged in to the massive stiffness of his cock.
What could he do? Standing there with Julia fondling his prick, gazing down at her titties, such luscious melons with huge caps, nipples like thumb tips. He grabbed them, filled his hands with the hot orbs.
And kissed her, his own mother, with his tongue plunging to her throat.
He saw that she had pulled the drapes and shut the door behind them. Closed in like that, he surrendered. God, she had his nuts now, so gently squeezing them, her other hand stripping at his horny meat. And the kiss, it was like falling into a well, consuming him.
When he came up for air, she pulled a hand down from her tit and tucked it into her panties, then returned to massaging his cock while he felt through her bushy beaver to her wet cunt-lips.
She whispered, "Honey, my pussy's been wet all day, just hot and hungry for your big cock."
So what the hell, he thought. Oh, what the hell! And grinned, saying, "Then I better stick it in."
"Right now!" She slipped from him, bending over as she peeled down her panties. He tore off his clothes with record speed but Julia beat him to the bed, flung down on her back with her legs spread from her reddish beaver.
As he climbed onto the bed, she raised her legs. He gazed at the satiny undersides of her thighs, widening enormously to her ass-cheeks. The auburn beard, wide on her lower belly, narrowing between her legs to end as a swirl of hair about her asshole, covered a vast territory and the split it cloaked seemed unbelievably long.
Her inner cunt-lips looked swollen out to the petals of a coral flower about the darkness of her hole.
He lowered, nudged his cock-head at those glossy lips, circled it, teasing them. Julia scrunched toward him, trying to impale her cunt on the randy prick. Grinning, he seated it firmly in the open cunt-mouth and gave a shove.
Christ, it went all the way in on one stroke!
Hot. Oh, God, it was hot inside and all moving, quivering on his plunging meat.
She seized his arms and drew her son down on top of her.
The feel of her tits mounding beneath his chest, her hot belly, the wet split open against his loins and now her legs crossing above him, thighs bracing in-how could he resist? His own mother, but the most delicious fuck a guy could imagine!
He began driving into her cunt with long strokes, slow, feeling pretty sure of himself as Julia moaned and her fingernails dug passionately into his shoulders and she gasped hotly into his ear.
"That's it, honey, fuck me slow and long. Oh, there-I'll get a come right now, honey. Give it to me slow and I'll go wild on your cock, okay, honey?"
Her cunt began gulping, at first not coordinated, like a thousand buttery fingers down there stroking his meat, each with different intentions. But then they gathered to single sucks, pulling at his cock as he backed out, going loose when he shoved back in, grabbing again before he reached the limits of her cunt.
"Aggghhhh!" Julia cried. "Now fuck me harder!"
Grinning, he lengthened the strokes, lifting his cock-head right out of her clutching labes, then plunging in to the hot suction.
"There's my come! OHHHH!" Her fingernails dug and her heels banged on his back. She sucked at his ear and screwed her tonguetip around in it.
She heaved upward, screwing her split against him.
Then she sagged, crying, "Oh, I'm off the edge, sliding! Sweetheart, it's so lovely feeling your hot cock still in me, so fat and strong so I can pull my come on it!"
He raised up, gazing down at his smiling mother, licking fevered lips now, pouting her lips to form a kiss, then grasping his cheeks and looking straight at him.
"Jack, you must promise you'll fuck me every day?"
"Promise." He grinned. God, what else could he do when his cock was throbbing in her hot and slippery cunt?
Then she reached her hands down his back, grasped his ass-cheeks and whispered, "Fuck hard now, honey. Shoot your load into me. That'll give me a big come and I want a giant one as fast as you can get your nuts off, huh?"
He settled down to it, stroking long, though now his cock-head did not leave his mother's cunt because she held his ass down so firmly. He grunted, wallowed in it, burying his seething prick in cunt and grinning with pleasure, screwing around inside before starting back again.
"Ughhh!" Julia gasped. "I think I'll make it first, my cunt is so hot and sort of quaking. Faster, honey! Fuck me faster!"
And he, chugging away, felt his prick grow and harden. He was bowed over her then, like lifting a log, ramming in as hard as he could drive it.
Humping at him, she choked, "I'll wait. I won't come until you blast. I'll do it. I'll hold back."
He felt his nuts whack heavily on her ass. That started it all right, like a firecracker going off in each ball.
Straining, he grunted, "Getting it-my God, it's on fire-"
"Shoot it, honey!" she shrieked, clinging frantically to him, vised on him, humping wildly, like screwing her hips around each time she squeezed her open cunt to his loins. "Darling, give me your load! Oh, I can feel your prick out so hard and long, squishing up my fuck-hole!"
He went off like a cannon.
God, it was all going at once, a blob like a pint of it bursting out of his roaring cock!
"My come!" Julia shrieked. "I'm going off! COMING!"
Thrashing around, smashing into her, he felt the second load come slashing out, so hard that it hurt until the cum spewed up her roiling fuck-cavern and he gave a howl of pleasure.
"Once more, Jack honey-" Once, twice, it kept coming as he humped crazily at his writhing, tossing mother.
Panting hoarsely, she remained vised to him as they fell, like tumbling down a hillside, coupled cock-in-cunt, slamming into a heap at the bottom.
There, exhausted, he felt his prick surge through a few more spurts.
And Julia whispered in his ear, "This was just a quickie to get our edge off. At bedtime we can just fuck and fuck and fuck!"
Yeah. Terrific. Oh, he sure had it made.
But what about Lily?
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
At supper Jack looked sheepish, kept avoiding Julia's gaze.
He felt guilty, she thought. Well, he d get used to it.
"He said, "I got to go over to Lily's, work on algebra while she sits for her mother's sculpting.
The thought of Lily and of her panties on the floor of Jack's bedroom, made Julia's eyes slit down with rage. Jealousy! But the girl's mother would be there- After eating, Jack left. Julia sat smoking a cigarette.
Shortly she heard Mr. Powers' car back out of the drive and rush off at his usual frantic pace.
She could not sit still. She had to learn what went on next door. She rose and went out crossing the lawns to the Powers kitchen.
She called in the door.
Mrs. Powers replied, "We're here in the studio."
Julia entered. She found the studio just down the hall, saw Louise Powers at a chest-high stand slapping a two-foot-high mass of clay into a female figure.
By the window sat Lily, stark naked. Jack was perched on a stool looking down at her, algebra book open on his knees.
Louise Powers said, "Julia, do come in. Jack, find a chair for your mother. Julia, in five minutes Lily will take a rest and we can chat."
Feeling numbed by the strange scene, Julia sat on the chair Jack brought her.
"Lily," her mother said, "for the thousandth time, chin up. Make a swan's neck."
And Jack, frowning as he studied the book, read off a long equation, then the answer. He said, "Right, Lily?"
"That's right," Lily said.
The girl, Julia had to admit, was exquisitely formed. Those tip-tilted cone breasts, the fine waist, sleek thighs. The puff of pussy hair seemed just enough-punctuation.
So Julia sat, watching the algebra lesson and Louise Powers slapping clay. Form emerged. The face remained a blob but the swan neck, tits drawn out in exaggerated fashion, lengthened waist and flaring hips, they formed an expression of Lily. Not a copy, but much as she was.
At last Lily said, "Louise, it's time."
Her mother sighed. "Very well, go play your rock records. But do keep the door closed on that horrid racket."
Lily got up and walked naked out of the place, her cute behind rolling. Jack followed with his algebra book.
He gazed defiantly at Julia.
When they were gone, Louise dug cigarettes from the pocket of her smock, gave Julia one and lit them up.
Julia said, "Louise, I must tell you. I don't know how you view the kids, but I found Lily's panties on the floor in Jack's bedroom."
Cigarette dangling from her lips, Louise muttered, "She just drops things. No sense of tidiness."
"But-Louise-you don't care?"
"Would you rather that they masturbate?" Louise wiped the clay from her hands onto her smock and drew a chair up close to Julia. "I told Lily that I love Jack and I'm glad they enjoy sex together."
Julia shook her head. "I just don't understand."
"But darling, because I'm-different? Oh, my husband and I are a strange pair, I suppose, nothing in common except love. The horny devil. An absolute satyr. But I suppose I'm a bit nympho at that. If I don't get a cuntful night and morning, I'm not fit to live with."
Julia's mouth was gaping.
Louise went on, "He also screws his secretaries and I've had affairs, both men and women." Seeing Julia flush she said, "Yes, I have a homosexual side. That helps-" she thumbed at the cloth-covered clay bust on the stand- "in doing female forms."
"You aren't saying that you-and Lily-" Louise laughed. "Oh, no. It must be someone mature, a friend, a sharer."
Then Julia felt the woman's gaze searching over her, her tits, her thighs.
"Julia, I'd love to sculpt you. Would you sit? I know you're busy, but-" Utterly confused, Julia made apologies and fled the house.
At her kitchen door she looked back, up at the second-story room where rock music sounded. There Lily and Jack were fucking-with her mother's blessing. Julia bit her knuckles, stifling a sob of anguish. It was all such a muddle, Jack glaring at her as he followed Lily's switching little naked ass out of the room- Inside she tore open her handbag, found Mari Martin's number. Insane! But everything was screwed out of joint and maybe Mari's odd twist would be no stranger than the turmoil at home. She rushed to the phone and dialed, heard Mari say, "Yes?"
"It's Julia. Can I come over?"
"Darling, please do, immediately!"
Julia seized her handbag and ran out to the car.
Fast driving helped, racing down the avenue on an insane errand, to talk to-be comforted by-a lesbian! And Louise Powers had a lech for women. How strange she was, a handsome woman with dark eyes and hair, eyes that had burned as she gazed at Julia's body, confusing her even more than what the kids were doing upstairs!
Mari's house reeked of luxury, not large but with a colonnaded portico, a doll's-house mansion.
Julia wheeled to a halt in the drive. At the front door she suddenly began wondering what she was doing there.
There was no time to reflect. The front door opened and Mari, wearing a gold-embroidered white blouse like a Russian peasant's, hip-length and belted at the waist, stood smiling at her, extending a hand, saying, "Darling, the champagne is almost chilled."
They went down the hall to a door Mari opened, showing a large room of which one wall was entirely glass, looking out on formal gardens. The white carpeting was ankle deep, the sofas low, pearl-gray and gold.
Exotic. It had nothing to do with Julia's tangled world.
They sat before a coffee table on which a champagne bottle slanted in a silver bucket of ice. Besides it was a plate of-how odd!-fudge. Amid all this strangeness Julia knew she could not tell Mari her problems. Her only hope was to hide from them in lesbian love.
Obviously, Mari was wearing only the shirt. Her nipples formed nubs in the material and between her legs dark pussy hair showed through.
She uncorked the champagne and poured, then offered the dish of fudge, saying, "It's not sweet. It goes nicely with champagne."
Julia chose a small piece, popped it into her mouth. It tasted chocolaty and indeed was not sweet. As she chewed it, Mari said, "It's hashish, a mild stimulant."
Hashish! But what did it matter? Julia washed it down with champagne.
"So you will go to Rio with me?" Mari asked.
Frowning, Julia studied the effect of the drug on her body. She felt a certain lassitude, an indifference. She turned to Mari, found she had moved close, now was whispering, "Julia, my precious. You've had time to think it over. Would you like to kiss me?"
Gazing at the moist pink of the other's girl's lips and at her lustrous eyes, her wreathing golden hair, Julia felt poised on the brink of an adventure. She could not refuse, for all that Mari had given her a choice. And she was curious.
"Yes," she said.
The other's head turned and her tonguetip appeared, came in a soft rolling to Julia's mouth. Light. Vaporous. A thing of fluids rather than lips and tongues, as oddly different as Mari's house, the hashish, the flight to Rio. A hand cupped Julia's tit. But not a hand, feathers brushing over it, teasing the nipple into quick erection. And now she had Mari's tongue in her mouth and was softly sucking it.
The kiss slipped aside. Mari's cheek felt velvety on hers. She was breathing hard. Two feathery hands on her tits. Swelling. Nipples pressing her bra. It made them sore, being cramped like that.
Julia surprised herself by whispering, "You should take my bra off."
Then her blouse rose, bra hooks snapped free, all of it gone and she saw a woman's golden head drop down to her bosom and felt lips and tongue slither on her swollen, aching, cramped nipples, one fiery and bursting, the other cooled and eased by saliva and the slick massage of tongue and lips.
Julia still held her glass of champagne. She sipped it. Then she grasped Mari's chin and moved her to the other boob and its swollen teat. She groaned as her new lover gulped at it, tenderly and with a swirling tongue.
"They're so hot, my titties," she whimpered. "Suck them cool, Mari."
Lips as soft and cool as cream slithered about the lengthening nipples. Gazing down at her jugs, Julia watched them swell. She did not quite believe her eyes. The white orbs were expanding in every direction, crowding each other, expanding on each side out beyond her flanks, lengthening. They became as large as her buttocks and the crowns like saucers puffing outward. The nipples, God knows they had always been large, were suddenly cows' teats. Mari held one fisted. Her hand did not cover it. Teat extended beyond the circle of her thumb and forefinger.
She blinked. It must be an illusion. She choked, "Mari, my breasts are growing. Watermelons. Is it-the hashish?" Mari's lips softly drew off a nipple that appeared as big as a cock and she said, "You've never had a woman suck them. Men gobble, take what they want. With me you'll find ecstasies you never imagined. Do you feel it in your cunt?"
Julia did not. Only her looming tits existed, those white watermelons ending in slick red cow's teats. She shook her head.
"Julia, when my tongue has filled your cunt to bursting, ten times bigger than any cock you have ever known, you will never look at another man."
Her mouth yawned and consumed a teat. Julia was trembling, for the searing flames in her jugs could only be eased by this woman's mouth and tongue. Julia grasped the monstrous boobs before her and forced both nipples into Mari's lips.
But Mari had lied. It was the drug. She had taken the smallest piece of fudge on the plate, Mari a bigger one. Had the small one been bait for a cautious newcomer to the drug, one loaded with ten times as much hashish?
She felt betrayed, cheated.
Mari paused in sucking the two giant nipples, murmured, "What a marvelous time we'll have in Rio!"
Rio. And an executive job at Mari Martin Cosmetics. And drugged nights of lesbian passion.
Mari was making a whore of her.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Julia did not know where she got the strength to climb the first step out of Mari's fantasy world. But somehow she drew her tits from the other's mouth, then levered herself up off the couch and was standing.
Mari's arms wound about her thighs. Her face pressed into the crotch of Julia's slacks. The room shimmered and wobbled in her vision. The drug. But she had to take command. And learn something about herself.
She said, "Mari, it's your turn." Hands on the other's shoulders, she pushed her away, back, pushed until the girl fell on her back on the couch. Julia pushed the Russian-peasant shirt up her belly, revealing inky black pussy hair. Clearly, her blondeness came from a bottle, another cheat. Oh, that was her business but Julia resented it.
Between the girl's legs she bent down toward that black-haired cunt.
"But darling," Mari protested, "I thought you had never-I mean-that you were straight-" The gash stood open. A long, wide streak of glistening red. The tangy odor made Julia's nostrils quiver. She licked right in to the steaming clit.
"Julia! Oh, I'll come! But, Julia, I thought you had never-"
"I just love lapping cunts," Julia said, oddly excited as she mouthed Mari's clitoris, sucked it into her lips. Yes, she could indeed make it with a woman! Sucking at the juices, swabbing down her split, shooting her tongue up a large, gaping fuck-hole, she knew she had in her that streak Mari had spoken of and perhaps Mari had, lesbian-wise, glimpsed it in her. But she would do this even if it repulsed her, for she knew that Mari's game was vengeance against men, her goal to seduce women from them, using her wealth and power, her champagne and hashish.
Mari's legs braced on her back. Her body arched and she squashed her split into Julia's face.
"I'm coming! Oh, it's glorious, I'm coming!"
Cold as ice now, Julia said, "Of course. I'm an expert cunt-lapper."
Mari shrieked, writhed, strained like a bent bow. At last she collapsed, sobbing.
"Darling," she moaned. "Let's go to bed and sixty nine! I want to eat your cunt, sweetheart."
"No," Julia said.
She wiped her cunt-wet face on Mari's thighs, found her blouse and left the place putting it on.
Out, out of the fantasy house, on wobbling legs to her car. She started it and drove very slowly down the street, turned a corner and pulled over to the curb. She did not trust herself to drive farther while under the effects of the drug.
She lit a cigarette and embraced the steering wheel.
She had left her bra behind. Mari could have it as a souvenir of a virgin to lesbianism who had turned out to be an old hand at eating hair-pie. Julia grinned, proud of having slapped Mari's face in that fashion.
She had chucked an executive job that might lead to wealth. And Ricky's offer? Did it stem from a hard-on? An executive's job was bossing people, manipulating them. But she had succeeded as a technician, not as a boss. Success at one thing was rewarded by being given something different. She decided maybe she'd rather be the best Skelly Girl that Bill Marston ever hired than a whore-executive.
She felt over her tits. They again seemed the firm, plump titties that had always pleased her. The drug was wearing off. Still, she had better wait a bit before driving. She finished the cigarette, lit another. She no longer clung to the steering wheel but sat straight. She remembered Louise Powers telling the nude Lily to lift her chin. Julia's chin was high now.
At last she started the car and drove slowly homeward.
On entering her street, seeing the big trees meeting overhead, the old houses, most of them a bit saggy, past their prime but comforting, she breathed a sigh of relief. Home. This was what mattered.
She turned into her drive. The house was dark. Next door, lights were on in the Powers living room. Stopped, getting out of the car, she heard piano music. She listened. It was a gentle melody.
On impulse she turned and crossed the lawn to the Powers front steps, climbed them and called in the front door, "Louise? It's Julia."
"Please do come in." The music did not cease.
Julia entered, saw Louise Powers at the piano, reading sheet music. She wore one of her funny capes, purple and white striped.
Julia sat on the piano bench beside her.
"Turn?" Louise asked.
Julia turned the page of music. A terribly romantic melody, so exquisitely played. Louise's hands were slim, white, long-fingered, beautiful in motion. Her eyes, those great dark eyes slanted at Julia, smiling at her. But she did not miss a note.
Speaking low-voiced to not interrupt the music, Julia said, "I was shocked at your view toward Jack and Lily. I'm over it. They have a right, don't you think?"
"In some countries, some civilizations, they would marry at their age."
"I never thought of that! Well, Louise, tell Lily that she's welcome in our house and in Jack's bed, day or night."
Louise smiled wryly. "I'm not sure you care for Lily."
Julia bit her lip. "I'm jealous. Like any mother." Having said it, she felt lifted. God, she had spoken the truth! And it felt good. "Physically jealous, Louise. If you had a handsome son, wouldn't you feel-lust-for him?"
"I might. But it doesn't matter, does it? Each must live his own life. And it's more important for you to respect Lily's rights than to like her. Goodness, she can be a pain in the ass, that little twat."
Julia laughed. She flung an arm about Louise and gave her a hug, then sat watching her graceful hands move on the keyboard.
When the last note was played, she said, "Louise, I'll sit for you, if you want to transform me into clay."
"Darling, wonderful! Lily is so twitchy, no patience at all. I have yours already in my mind, an earth goddess, all breasts and sultry smiles. Tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow," Julia said and rose.
Louise went to the door with her, saying, "My husband phoned that he bowled a string of two-seventy and thinks this is his night to make a perfect score. I wish he'd hurry. My cunt feels like a wet cavern."
Julia laughed and there in the doorway hugged Louise, feeling a warmth, affection such as she could never have shared with Mari Martin.
Then Louise kissed her.
The kiss was frank, open-mouthed, tongue in it, unashamedly sexual, like the hands rising to Julia's tits, not feathering about and teasing, as Mari's had. Julia arched her back and drew her close, pressing her pussy-mound to the other woman's as she drank of her mouth.
Angling across the lawn, Julia heard Louise resume playing the piano. And there in the moonlight she slipped off her blouse and strode with swinging, jarring tits cooled by the night air to the kitchen door, went inside opening her fly zipper, peeling down slacks and panties in the hall, stripping them off in her room and flinging the garments onto her bed.
Nude, she went to Jack's room.
He lay under the sheet, staring wide-eyed at her. "Mum-you ran off-I've been worried."
She sat on the edge of the bed. "Well, I'm back. No richer but wiser. I was with a woman friend. Look here, Jack. I've realized how horribly selfish I've been. Lily is your age and you understand each other. Well, give her a key to the kitchen door, if you wish. Let her walk around the house naked-but do close the drapes. And fuck her until your cock is sore, even when I'm in the house. Yes, especially then. I must get used to it."
He was grinning broadly. "Gosh. Julia, you really are the greatest!"
"No, I'm a jealous and selfish mother. But I'll do my best to treat her as a-well, a daughter."
He nodded. "You know, she feels like sort of a sister to me. Sometimes she acts so shitty, other times, gosh, I can't do without her."
Julia smiled. The course of teenage love!
He said, "Like sometimes she'll sit crosslegged on the floor-mostly she takes off her panties when I'm around-and twiddles her clit Teasing me. Sometimes I get so horny, or else mad."
"I suppose she's testing her powers."
"Anyhow, she's not a cock-teaser like some girls. We always end up fucking."
Julia smiled. "Of course. Understand, Jack, girls do odd things because we can't go grabbing for sex the way men do. We have to wait, switch our behinds-"
"Mum." He pushed up on his elbows. "Mum, you aren't going to go switching around hunting strange men? I mean, I can't think of you that way."
"I've never been an angel, Jack. If I meet a man I like, in the course of business-"
"Well, I don't want any of that shit!"
Teenage idealist, she thought. Views his mother as immaculate.
She said, "I'm a passionate woman who needs sex." As she spoke, she threw back the sheet covering him and saw his cock standing up like a post. She slid a hand down his belly and grasped the iron stem of it. "Jack, I think you can handle both Lily and me."
Uncertain now, frowning, he gazed at her tits, her belly. He reached out, touched her nipples. They stiffened as he caressed them. His hand dropped to her crotch. She spread her legs, gave a shiver of delight as he squeezed her wet pussy.
She said, "You do want to fuck me, don't you?"
He nodded and Julia rose, climbed onto the bed, reached a leg over him, thighs forked as she lowered her hot cunt to the column of young prick sprouting out of the hair nest of his pubes.
She nudged the stem, centered the flaring, spongy head between her inner labes and sank down.
The pressure, opening her cunt-mouth, reforming it to fit his prick, made her gasp with joy. She rubbed it up and down her split, squeezed her clit with it, then returned it to the wettest fuck-hole in town and sank down.
She watched, gazing down between her hung-out tits as her gulping cunt consumed cock, shortening it to a trunk. She jogged on it, glorying in the sight of her juices flowing down that rigid staff. Then she squirmed down, rubbing her spread cunt-lips on his loins.
Groaning with pleasure, she dropped down on him, mouthing his cheek, squishing her boobs about on his chest.
He whispered, "Mum, you're a much better fuck than Lily."
That made her giggle. She nibbled his ear, slid her tongue into it. And her cunt began fluttering. Holding him tightly, she breezed through an easy little come. A few rubs of her clit on him, a good pull of her cunt muscles and she came! The come was like a high wave in a series spilling through her insides and breaking on the hard cock that skewered her cunt. There would be dozens more. Dozens!
She said, "I'm not better, sweetheart. Just different. Sometimes you'll like fucking Lily better. And I'm sure your cock will do for both of us, at least every day. Huh?"
He chuckled. "Gee, you make me sound like some stud!"
"Jack, that's no peanut stretching my cunt."
And they were both laughing. Fucking should be laughter, Julia thought, as well as seething excitement.
She began jacking her ass, raising her cunt on that horny cock it clung to, then squishily descending, sliding right down it.
She thought she heard music, silvery music to fit the flare of the white moon in the window.
Tomorrow afternoon she would model nude for Louise.
A new love affair? Perhaps. Her first with a woman! How strange. Anyhow, it would be no drugged seduction. It would occur if their budding affection bloomed naturally and would be much more than just kisses and caresses and cunt-lapping. Just as fucking Jack, her son, was only part of their relationship.
But a glorious part of it.
Her cunt had begun to quiver. A quake spread throughout her belly. She gasped, feeling a new come that would be as sweet but more violent than the last.
Sighing with contentment, she squeezed on his bony dong, languorously fucking toward orgasm.
