Who has not heard the quote, "When Life Hands You A Lemon, Make Lemonade"?
Life has many challenges, one of which is living alone. With today's high rate of divorce more and more people are living alone. Statistics show that one out of three marriages ends in divorce.
A divorce can be an earth-shattering experience for many, while others manage to cope with the situation as it comes. With so many people living alone this is a challenge which must be met and dealt with.
Back to the quote, no one should go down under as a result of divorce. Some do and never get over it. Others seem to go down the tube only to find they don't like it and climb back up to life and the living! They make lemonade out of the whole situation!
Sexual frustration is one of the problems of divorce. After a person has been married for a length of time, sexual intercourse becomes habit, a set pattern, a very important part of life. What of that very important part of life, once the papers have been signed and the parties are free to do as they please?
Frustration can set in ... and does. If the person abstains he or she becomes an irritated misfit. If sexual intercourse continues, with whom should it be, and with how many? And what about reputations and feelings of guilt?
In this book, Diane's Loving Daughters, Diane is divorced. She has a sexual problem to cope with. How she copes and how she overcomes her problems may be of help to some. She has to change her very basic drives and emotions to survive in the realistic world of divorce, or she would be one of those frustrated, floundering women who do not know how to go on. Diane does go on and she does change old, staid habits and when she does, so do her two young daughters. .. and neighbors, too. Her experience has an effect on all the people who touch her life.
Diane manages to adjust and make a happy way for herself. Where early in her freedom she did not want a husband, she changed to where she needed a man around ... and then changed again. She solved her problems in a very "giving" sort of way. Her idea was to make as many people happy as she could, and she does ... even to the happiness of her daughters.
So Make Yourself Some Lemonade . .. And Drink It! Live! Love! Be Happy!
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Diane watched her young daughter's golden pussy bob provocatively against the older man's throbbing cock. Her eyes smoldered at the sight of the sweet child as she teased the older man with her tantalizingly lush crotch.
If that didn't make Diane's crotch drizzle juice, the sight of her other daughter's naked body slithering up and down his back . .. sent Diane into rapture. Her body knew the heaven, the bliss of Ben's love .. . and she smiled as if it was her own body enjoying his prick, the stiffness of his rigid cock, the warmth of his uptight balls, his big hands, his naked, long body ... his magnificent broad shoulders. Oh, Ben was built well for his fifty years. He was in good shape and he had his construction job to thank for that.
Diane was so engrossed in the frolicking of her two teenage daughters that she lost all track of time. She basked in the warm glow of knowing her two babies were loving it all, adoring his touches, craving more of his tough body . . . Diane watched in awe . ..
Thirteen-year-old Debby licked her full lips, slid her tongue along her top lip, torturing the big man.
She smiled seductively, her hips rotated barely touching his throbbing prick. She moved back and forth in front of the naked man bouncing her small titties, flicking her own small, pink, rosy nipples as she slithered to him, touched his flushed, burning body, and slipped away again to swivel her hips . .. inviting him inside her crotch. Her devilish grin teased the big man to such an emotional state, he was not sure just how long his rough cock could take this teasing, torturing treatment.
Ben was paralyzed with delight as he stood shaking on his sturdy, hairy legs. His heart pounded harshly inside his chest walls. His blue eyes, which usually were sparkling bright now, had a glazed, dazed stare of lust... as his breath gasped, his body shook with heated passion. No man had ever had it so good! Two lovely, young, darling pussies just steaming for his rock-hard cock to slide inside ... waiting for his tongue to lick widespread slits, his teeth to nibble on rigid, erect clits . . .
He felt his mouth water as he watched the young, well-shaped blonde slither against his strong body. He felt her stimulating heat against his belly, rub against his erect cock and the gentle smoothness of her nakedness drove him wild with lust! My God, she was delicious! Temptingly inviting his throbber to press into her snatch hair, rubbing her jutting titties to his bare, hot, sweaty chest! She took her small, slender hands and touched his mouth, teasing his mouth open with her fingers. She smiled as she felt his damp, hot tongue against her index finger.
Ben's smoldering eyes held her sparkling blues in a trance, longing, craving her body and licking her fingers... up to the tips, down between her fingers as if he was sinking into the depths of her being .. . back up her fingers and dragging, sucking the sweet, delicate fingers into his mouth to eat part of her . .. now ... as he would eat the rest of her later. .. His big hand touched to her naked shoulder, melting at the fire he felt. His body shivered with passion. .. and he would have jumped her right then and there and shoved his hot cock up her sweet, tight twat.. . except that her sister was rubbing her naked body against his back, his flexed buns, his massive shoulders and her body felt equally demanding, inviting!
Ben had a difficult time maintaining his posture as his head swam in the pleasure of knowing ... he would soon fuck the hell out of both the thirteen-year-old Debby and her sister... fourteen-year-old Donna, the lush pretty rubbing her damp snatch to his asshole. He wanted to hold off, to relish this moment in his life, to enjoy every touch, every wild, frantic feeling zooming through his quivering body.
The young girl at his backside kissed down his sturdy, strong back and nuzzled hotly to his asscrack, licking into his split buns. She loved the warmth of his cheeks pressing against her feverish face as she pressed her young, sweet dark head into his rear, licking, lapping, nibbling into his butt. She snubbed her dainty pink tongue to his asshole and slobbered her hot spit around and around and around his asshole, pressing her feverish face to his ass cheeks. Her eyes closed in bliss, the rapture of the moment as her young, deft hands slid . . . one around his firm, flexed hip, and the other down between his legs and up to his full testicles, his rock-hard cock!
"HHHHHMMMM, OOOOOHHHH, BABYYYYYY, THAT'S SOOOO GOOOD! LOVE IT! AAAAHHHHH, OOOEEEIII," he managed to whisper loudly as his pelvis started to bump his stiff cock to smack against his flat belly. His eyes closed at the touch of Donna's lovely warm hands to his testicles, stroking up and down the length of his thumping prick . ..
"OHHHHH, MYYYYYYYY GOD!" he moaned, grasping the blonde young lady in front of him. ''LET ME HANG ONTO YOU... YOUR SISTER'S DRIVING ME NUTS! GODDAMN! UUMMPPHHH, GOD, HOW GOOOOOOOD!"
The sisters were delighted to see his response. Oh, he always responded in a neat manner and the young girls were always pleased with this older man, old enough to be their daddy, but, oh, he didn't act like a daddy! He loved each of them in such a good way, his body, his tongue, his prick ... He made them both feel like they would explode with heat, soar over the moon and stars... hotly, torridly, like a fiery jet flame shooting from their asses ... oh, the two teenagers loved to drive this big, husky man over the brink and have him wallow in their crotches, lick into their tight twats, gulp in their cum juice . .. oh, the kids knew just exactly what they wanted ... and would surely get from the fucking man . ..
Donna's hot little hands stroked his big prick up and down. Her breath was hot in his asscrack while her hands caressed up his stiff shaft to tug on his ever so tenderly soft foreskin, to pull it back from his glorious cockhead as she worked his prick from the back, and her blonde sister leaned to tip his precious cockhead with her wet; slobbery tongue. Donna worked his tight asshole with her tongue while her fingers joined her sister's at touching, fondling the big man's simmering testicles. Debby massaged his heavy balls sending the ovals inside the hot sacs of skin, skidding around inside, making her young heart skip a beat. .. she loved his hot rocks even when they dangled loosely between his legs. She had never felt any skin so soft, so warm, so velvety wonderful against her face as his dangling balls... oh, she adored his testicles!
Debby took his saliva covered prickhead and rubbed the crown to her pink buds, around the darker pink circles of her breasts, wallowing in the warmth of his piercing prick ... leaning to coat his cockhead with more of her hot spit.. . rubbing his precious crown to her jutting breasts, back and forth, around and around her rigid nipples .. . and sinking his delicious cock into her mouth! While Donna held his cock from the back, headed his throbbing cock straight into her sister's craving, sucking mouth!
Ben thrust his pelvis, swirled his hips, heaved obscenely at the thirteen-year-old's mouth and was rewarded by the engulfing, wrapping around of her tongue, her damp, soft mouth . .. and he shoved his cock in . .. retracted it almost out, belted in his shaft, pulled almost out, thrust his cockhead in, in, in ... while Donna held back his foreskin to send his tender, excited cockhead into Debby's hot, sucking mouth!
His body shook wildly . . . hotly . .. shimming in, shaking out... his hands on the blonde, cascading hair of the young teenage girl sucking his cock. He opened his glazed blue eyes and watched his cock slide into her mouth, pull wetly, shiningly almost out... sending shivers of delight through his big body .. . watching her sweet, young face at his dark, hairy crotch, seeing her young, pink tongue go after his cock all the way down to the stump, seeing the sparkle of her saliva on his rigid post, feeling the heat of her face, the singe of her mouth on his cock! Too much glory for one man! Too much rapture, bliss, heaven!
His body racked, shook, shivered as his eyes saw the young girl from his ass side slide her hands through his legs and tug gently on his nuts, pull a stroke on his shaft, touch his cockhead just barely inside her sister's steaming mouth, watch Donna's finger slide across his spitty cockhead in the slippery spit of the thirteen-year-old's sucking mouth!
Both teenage girls worked his cock shaft, one with her mouth, the other with her delicate fingers. Both pulled and massaged his fully loaded nuts, both wallowed in the radiating heat of his pelvis, his hot cock, his scorching testicles. His penis never had it so good!
His asshole puckered at the stabbing tongue trying to get inside! The heavy sounds of saliva, digging, squishing tongues, sucking on his cock . . . made him out of his head with frantic, erotic bliss and glory!
His legs felt rubbery as he heaved his long, thickly veined cock into Debby's sucking mouth. On the retraction of his prick, his asshole was thrust full of Donna's stabbing little tongue!
"My God, I can't lose!" he moaned hotly, thrusting, retracting, heaving, pulling. .. sticking his cock into Debby's mouth, feeling Donna's tongue up his rectum ...
The big man was like so much putty, hot, melty, feeling the tingles of excitement shoot through his hefty body, being touched all over, touching the young girls' nipples, fingering into a tight, squishy twat, tasting snatch juice from his fingers only to shove his fingers back inside a juicy, silky, steaming snatch. He loved pussy juice, licked it from between his fingers and eagerly thrust his hand into a damp, squish, soft, warm crotch for more of the heavenly liquid . . .
The girls followed his sinking body as he squatted on the floor, his thighs shook too much to hold him up. Debby was hot on his jerking cock with her wet mouth, sucking, nibbling, nipping at his cockhead while Donna slipped under his crouched position to feel his hot, scorching balls against her face, while her tongue lapped at his butt hole! Lapping, teasing, licking around and around his smoldering asshole, loving the taste of ass, wallowing in the heavy aroma of butt, basking in the heat of his spread crotch. Her arms hugged his thighs, his legs while her fingers touched his bottom, his ass, his legs ... all of him, even to up over her sister's head at his belly! He felt so warm, so good, so strong, so sexy ... every part of his body stimulated her into sexiness, and her young, sweet twat spasmed oozing juice. .. her clit throbbed impatiently for his touch, her crotch was wide open as she splayed her young, shapely legs and bounced her eager ass up and down on the floor!
Donna's mouth was all over his bottom, kissing, nipping, nibbling. Her hands fondled the man's naked bottom, touching to the stump of his cock, feeling his heavy rocks, feeling into her sister's sucking mouth where his precious cockhead roasted ...
Debby was down between his butterfly-bent knees with her face deep inside his crotch, sucking wildly on his penetrating cock! The child gulped happily as his cock touched the back of her mouth, banging to get down her tight throat! Her thick saliva lathered around his plunging prick and she tongued around his throbbing, thickly veined dick, loving the stiff shaft with her mouth, nibbling, wildly, frantically eating, slurping, sucking... making loud, slurping noises with her mouth.
Her feverish, flushed face burrowed deeply into his musky crotch flaring her nostrils with his manly aroma. Her tongue whipped around his gouging prick, across his crownhead. HHHHMMMMM, THE TASTE OF HIS CREAMY LUBRICATION JUICES THRILLED HER YOUNG, QUIVERING BODY!
Debby felt his big, rough hands on her small, hanging breasts, hot, pressing, caressing, tugging on her erect, rubbery nipples. Bolts of fiery heat blazed through her young, shaking body as she continued to moan her pleasure, burn with frantic lust, gulp into his crotch, feel his harsh pubic hair on her face, rubbing, making her face red with rash!
Debby felt her body twitch, twinge with exuberant excitement. Her rigid little clit fluttered passionately and her rich, young, sweet juices trickled from her spasming twat. The odor of her womanliness thrilled Ben. He adored the fresh, young smell of a sweet, childish twat... Oh, he could bury his tanned face in the sweet pinkness of a velvety smooth snatchcrack for hours, licking, nipping, flicking his tongue across a spasming cuntal mouth, letting her cuntal spasms nibble on his damp, hot lips!
His cock pounded like hell! His prickhead throbbed for release! His balls ached! His whole body trembled with passionate desire as he watched the young blonde keep her head between his legs. Her golden halo mixed with his dark pubic hair, the touch of her hot tongue on the very tip of his oozing cockhead .. . drove him crazy with lust for a fuck!
The wild panting, the snorts of ecstasy, the heavy gasps for breath, the tingles, the touches, the pricks and plunges, the wisps of tongues in asshole and around his cock! Ben was going to have to spout his bliss! He felt the building of pressure in his stiff shaft! The pounds and beats of his demanding cock would not be stopped .. . his piss-hole leaked his dribbling juice into Debby's sucking, pulling, tugging mouth!
"I'M GONNA CUUUMMMMM!" he sputtered madly.
"NO, HOLD BACK! PLEASE... PLEASSEEE... HOLD BACK... I WANNA STICK YOUR COCK UP MY TWAT! DONT CUM!" Debby pleaded.
Donna's face was hot, sweaty wet with perspiration as she gobbled into his asshole, slipped him the tongue to his butt. She wanted his precious cock, too!
The heated flame of passion engulfed the three of them as they rolled on the floor, slurping, nipping all over, titties, cock, and Donna felt the heat of his face at her brown, curly snatch hair. Her pussy was electrified with happiness!
"UUUUHHHHH, MY GOD . .." the youngster moaned, turning her head side to side, melting in passion.
The youngster with the swirl of brown, soft curls lay in a flustered heap on the floor with the big man's nose bobbing in her super-soft pussy. She could not move, she was so hypnotized by his touch. The lovely, delicious touch of his hot, burning tongue in her snatchcrack was excruciating pleasure. Her rigid, little clit stood up and trembled with excitement as she lay. .. in expectant pleasure ... waiting for her passion to subside enough for her to feel the luscious heat of his tongue flat in her twat slit, quietly sliding over her pussy hole. She thought she would die of pleasure right there!
The tender, gentle touch of his hot tongue to her spasming cunt was almost more pleasure than she could bare! The sweet sounds of his saliva squishing with her oozing lubrication juice was almost intolerable joy! His hot breath seeping up her vaginal tunnel thrilled the child! Such joyful splendor could not be described! The heat that rippled through her fourteen-year-old body... spreading like wildfire to make her tremble and prickle with exotic smolders of passion . .. The child was a blazing mass of sweet flesh loving Ben's torridly hot, handsome face in her pussy. Oh, to find such heavenly bliss with a man ... EXQUISITE JOY!
The child could not move! She had to love, to enjoy, to be aware of every movement of his tongue, each tiny wisp of pleasure that trickled through her vibrating clit to zoom full force into frantic passion!
Oh! The heat! The raging inferno blazing in the lower part of her flat belly, the uncontrollable desires, the cravings, the mounting prickles of an oncoming orgasm ...
The child grasped Ben's dark head, clutched her intertwining fingers as her flood of orgasm gushed from her sputtering, spasming twat to be gulped in by this man .. . and she lay, experiencing every twinge, every nerve gripping feeling of her soft flowing cum .. . The black haired man between her legs sucked in all of her sweet, delectable juice and savored the taste of her luscious cream. She heard the gentle sucking noises in her pussy, felt the sweetness of his cunt-fucking tongue, the blazing fire of his face wallowing in her snatchcrack ...
"OOOOHHHHH, EEIIKKHHH!" she shrieked, doubling in sheer ecstasy. "I LOVE IT! YOUR MOUTH! MY GOD! HEAVEN!"
"I want you to love it, all of it... just like your sister is loving my cock stuck into her pussy hole, sweet pussy, tight, softly flexing muscles hugging, caressing my cock, squeezing sweetly ... I WANT YOU GIRLS TO HAVE IT ALL! THE PLEASURE! THE JOYS OF FUCKING! EVERY LAST BIT OF THRILLING EXCITEMENT AND JOY! THAT'S WHAT I WANT TO GIVE YOU . .. LOVE ... LOVE OF SEX .. . JOYS OF BEING WOMEN. .. TAKING A COCK AND SUCKING IT DRY, FUCKING THE CUM OUT OF MY PRICK . . . OOOOOHHHH GOD, DEBBY, YOUR LITTLE TWAT'S SO HOT ... SO TIGHT!
"I GOTTA CUMMMMMMM, CAN'T HOLD BACK ANYMORE! GOTTA GIVE YOU THE JUICE!" he mumbled into Donna's smoldering, lathered bottom.
Debby felt his rigid cock grinding, grinding into her tight pussy. She felt the heavy throbs, the beats, the fierce pulsations of his manly cock up inside her snatch. Her legs wrapped around his pelvis hugging him into her slippery, oozing slit. She heard his balls wetly slapping into her magnified a thousand times by the blissful feeling in her dizzy head. She loved the wet, sucking noises his cock made as it thrust harshly into her clasping twat and gently, remorselessly dragged almost out... and then the pushing, compulsive grinding in of his throbbing prick.
Debby could not stand the ecstasy of his fuck!
Her arms grabbed for his body and got his shoulder to claw! Her hips thrust and pounded against his prick as it fucked in, ground in, swirled around, stabbing, jerking, sputtering a gush of thick, juicy cum!
Debby was right with him in her orgasm, jerking, sputtering her lush cum all over his fuck stick! She tried to clutch his whole being to her naked, bouncing breasts but his face was still in her sister's widely splayed crotch with his tongue licking, licking, tormenting Donna's fluttering clit.
Oh, the joys of the three as they lay in puddles of hot cum. His testicles were laden with sprayed cum, getting soft and soggy and velvety sticky. His cock was limp in the thirteen-year-old's slippery, sloshy twat as he groaned hotly into the fourteen-year-old's steaming trench!
He moaned passionately one hand on Debby's sweet breast and the other fingering Donna's lush tittie. He had never known such heavenly rapture.
Most men dream of fucking and satisfying two women at the same time, but most men had not done it... Ben had! And his women were young, so very young and lush, sweet, darling children . .. because that's all they were ... babies.
Diane stood in the doorway of her bedroom watching her neighbor man in complete bliss, knowing her two darling daughters had had the very best cock around. Her own finger was in her twat pumping a finger fuck to herself, loving the spasming of her own twat, the tight clamping of her vaginal opening. She stopped fingering her twat only long enough to taste of her own womanly juices ... she loved her own lubrication juices . .. HHHHMMMMM.
Diane thrust her fingers back into her hole and could remember only too well when a finger fuck had been disgusting to her, not anymore! She gave herself hours of pleasure with her own hands. She could remember when Ben had been her love and she had had to have him at any cost!
The cost was that he fuck her two daughters!
She had fought it for so long, where had it all started? A long time ago. She had gotten so demanding of his cock that she had to let him fuck her two teenage daughters so that he would give her the bonus of a terrific fuck to her own hole ... after he had fucked her girls. Just as well, by the time Diane got his penis he could hold a hard-on for the longest time, he could swallow all her juices. ..
Why did she ever let him fuck her girls? Why did she get into this position of being last on his list for fucking? Was it because she had first fucked his teenage son? Ben did have her over a barrel on that one. If Diane had not let him fuck her girls, Ben could have pressed charges against her for fucking his seventeen-year-old son ... only who would believe it?
Diane would not change a bit of what had happened over the last few months. She would not deny her two daughters the joys of fucking the best cock around nor would she deny herself the last of his cock, the best of his cock, the strength which went on and on and on with his lasting hard-on ...
Diane had a good life. She had her freedom. Some of the guys fucked her from the male nude bar, some friends fucked her .. . but, best of all she got fucked regularly by Ben!
His son wasn't too shabby, either ...
She felt all glowy and warm as she remembered back to when she had been in a constant state of horniness, constantly frustrated, constantly on the prowl for a cock .. . and never satisfied . .. until she herself had put down all restrictions of age, sex, manipulators . .. and gotten to the point of loving sex no matter how it was or with whom ... nurses, daughters, neighbors, boys ... whatever ... fucking was fun! She loved it all!
She slipped a juicy finger into her mouth and licked her own lubrication juices off of it, looked at her two sweet daughters sprawled on the floor with her lover, for she was next and could hardly wait... and she remembered back when ... way back when she was soooooo horny!
CHAPTER TWO
/ swear to God, I'm gonna fuck the next thing in pants that walks through that door! Diane said forcefully to herself.
She had one very bad case of the hornies, complicated by the fact that she was lonely, frustrated, unloved ... above all, ALONE!
The plump lady in her forty-second year of life had never been so ungodly horny in her life. Oh, she had been horny, yes! Many times, but never as hot to fuck as she was right now. She simply had to fuck. She could not bare to think of giving herself another hand job, and the idea of sticking a banana up her crotch hole nauseated her. SHE WANTED A MAN AND A MAN'S COCK! Besides, she always felt even more unloved, more desolate, absolutely ridiculous when she felt herself up. There was something so humiliating to have to reach a cum like that. Especially when there were so many horny men running around the streets . .. only right now she was fresh out of contacts. SHE WAS REALLY ALONE!
Usually she managed to keep on friendly terms with a couple of guys for the sheer purpose of a friendly fuck every now and then. A single woman needs the kind of friends who will drop in, on call, and rescue her from the loneliness, the intolerable frustration of being horny. When she called her friends she did not need to ask for a fuck, each one just KNEW!
That is also very humiliating. TO HAVE TO ASK A GUY IF HE'LL FUCK! THAT IS THE PITS!
Only right now she was going to have to ask some guy, any guy, the first guy who walked into her mobile home, if he would fuck her and get her out of this very horny condition. If he refused, she would die of mortification. If he accepted, it would not be a satisfactory fuck. The first fuck never was. Seemed she had to train them her way and a lot of guys didn't want to go down on her . .. and that was what she HAD TO HAVE!
Diane paced the floor and could smell her leaking crotch. She felt the anxious quiver in her trench, her wet pants. She ran her fingers through her short, curly, dark hair in wild frustration. Her eyes were sexually glazed even though she did not have a cock ... yet. She would have, she had to have a cock!
God! Why did she let herself get in this condition? She was getting tired of it all. She was not a spring chicken on the prowl, she did not like to go prowling, cruising. She was tired. She had played the game of happy divorcee long enough. She had fucked enough cocks to last her forever. Now all she craved was one cock to last her forever.
Diane wanted to get married!
Only right now, she had to fuck! NOW! RIGHT NOW! SHE HAD TO HAVE A COCK! WHERE WAS SHE GOING TO FIND A COCK! ANY COCK! HER EMOTIONS FLARED, SOARED, ZOOMED TO THE MOON! HER TRENCH WAS LATHERED WITH LUST JUICE, SHE HAD TO FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!
Diane racked her brain to think of somebody, anybody she could call over to her mobile home to fuck her oozing pussy. God, there had to be somebody! She didn't care if the guy was young or old, married or single ... just as long as he could get it up! She had to have a rough, hard cock up her leaking snatch! Shit! There were men all around her in the mobile home court. She knew all men were horny! But, just to call up one and ask him to come over and fuck?
Ahhhhhh! She knew one guy! Much younger than herself and slightly AC-DC, but for money? The seventeen-year-old stud would do anything, probably fuck his own mother! He was the one! It was a little demoralizing to have to pay for a fuck, but this guy needed money and she had some, so he was a sure thing.
Diane had known him for years even before he was sort of gay. She had known him since he was a child and he had been a beautiful little boy. Now at seventeen handsome years, it was an utter shame to waste that huge prick on other guys, but he did.
She dialed Ted.
He answered.
"Hi, you want to come over for a minute? I've got a new dress and I want to see what you think of it. I know you have exquisite taste in clothes. Will you?" she asked.
Ted said he would, just as soon as he finished doing his mother's hair. He hung up.
Hell, by that time Diane would have cum in her nylon panties. Shit!
She took a quick shower. Her dark hair was sparkled with water droplets, even her pussy hair. She looked in the mirror. Big tits with soft pink nipples. Her pudgy body was still unmarred by scars of operations, so her flesh was smooth, warm, and soft to her own touch. Her hips were broad and roomy with her dark, damp pussy hair in the lower center ... and between her legs was her hot, steaming land of paradise.
Oh God, how she needed a lust-hardened cock .. . NOW! She knew he had a young hard cock since she had experienced his cock up her twat two years before when he was still interested in women. He had been stoned one night and had wanted to make out and had jumped her. It had been quite a surprise to Diane and, as it turned out, a pleasant one.
Now, she slipped into a muu-muu and ran her fingers through her short, dark hair. She dashed on a splash of her most seductive perfume and heard the door next door slam. She knew that young Ted was on his way over. Her heart skipped a beat in heated excitement.
Her sliding glass door opened without a knock as it had so many times before when Ted came over. He felt as much at home at Diane's as he did in his own mobile home. .. rather, his parents' mobile home.
"Hi, bitch. What's new?" he asked, sitting on her furry furniture.
"Nothin' much. I have a problem, though, and if you want to, you can help me with it," Diane said.
"Any money involved in it? Hey, can I have a cigarette? I don't have any and the old lady's on a binge and won't buy me any," he said, reaching for her pack on the blue glass coffee table.
Diane watched his fingers remove a cigarette from her pack. He used his own glossy lighter to flick a light. The smoke came out of his handsome, mustached mouth and circled his head. He held his cigarette delicately while he crossed his well shaped legs. His brown eyes were so dark they seemed like coals burning in his sockets. He waited, which was unusual, because he usually had lots to say, important and otherwise and he usually got her to laughing at his sense of humor.
Diane was not intimidated at all when he was around. He was almost like her own son ... child. For he was excellent company even if he did have odd choices for bed partners. How well she remembered the night he had run across his living room to plop his body on top of hers and say quite brazenly, "I wanna make out!" He had been fifteen and a loner. That was two long years ago when she was celebrating her fortieth birthday. She had been startled beyond words to have such a young and handsome boy interested in her body ... or his release. She had fought it since he was drunk, now she knew he had been on dope, but two years ago she had not known. Still, she had struggled and lost. The feeling of his young, sturdy shaft still brought tingles to her body! Now it was her. She wanted to make out. Two years had brought quite a change to his sexual tendencies. She wasn't sure if he would fuck her ... but she did have money and he could not afford a pack of cigarettes. She might as well ask him.
"Ted, I'm horny. Will you go to bed with me?" she asked flatly.
"You know better than that," he said, puffing on his cigarette, holding it in his fingers.
"I also know that you said for money you would fuck a woman. I have money," she said, noticing the tight fit on his Levi's. God, he was built.
"How much money?" he asked looking her straight in the eyes.
"How much do you want? And for how long a time? My girls won't be home for quite a while and I don't want an on-and-off deal, I want the foreplay, the orgasm, the hugging and kissing, the whole thing. What's your price?"
"Hell, I don't know. In L.A. I can make pretty good money on Selma Street. You're a friend. I don't know what to charge you. Hell, I don't even wanna fuck you."
"Can you get a hard-on?" she asked, feeling her crotch get sloppy.
"I was born with a hard-on. Of course, I can get a hard-on," he answered, standing up and walking to the kitchen of her mobile home.
As he walked, Diane noticed his slender waist, his broad shoulders, his small buns. She knew he worked at being well built. He was always talking about his shape, just like a woman. He was concerned about his weight, his clothes, his general appearance and Diane wondered if he competed for the attention of a man just as she would. He was so young, so immaculate, so neat... She could not imagine his rigid cock up the asshole of another guy or his handsome face down on a guy's cock. Nauseating.
Right now, she could very well imagine that cock of his in her steaming snatch, beating, throbbing, pounding. That's the way it should be. A man's hard cock in a woman's twat... only that was not right for him and she knew it. If he did turn her down it was not because she did not meet with his approval. The simple reason would be that she was a woman. Plain and simple.
"What do you get on Selma Street?" she asked.
"Depends. I size up the guy, the car, whether it's his place or mine," Ted said, turning to look at the frustrated woman whom he thought of as almost a mother. She had lived next door to him and his family for years.
"Ted, you know I don't have much money. I've got the girls to support and this mobile home to pay the rent on. I'm just so damned horny ... please . .. help me ... you know how it is," she begged.
Ted came over to Diane, sat beside her on the couch and took her in his arms to cuddle her against his warm body. To him, he might as well be holding and soothing his own mother.
To her, he was a God-send. Young, strong, warm, delicious smelling, handsome, too handsome and too young for her, but he was broke, a friend, and so sweet and understanding of her problems.
She knew him to be supersensitive, just a darling person. It was a shame he was gay. He was looked down on by his family even though they continued to support him and pamper his whims. He was just an excellent person, more pliable when he was on something, but right now he was straight and he might not fuck her.
Diane started to unbutton his tight pants. She knew there was no way he would hurt her feelings, he was too nice a person for that. He could not bear to have unpleasant feelings with her or anybody. She had seen him cry over a misunderstanding too many times. He would do anything to help anybody if he could and she did need help now! He was also too much of gentleman to haggle prices with her. He probably wouldn't even charge her if his mother would come across with cigarette money. He let her unbutton his super tight pants and observe his hairy pelvis.
"Come on, let's go to your bed," he said softly, taking her hand ever so gently.
Diane went with him down the long hallway to her bedroom which they both knew so well. She had slept there for years and he had helped her decorate it. He had excellent taste in fabrics, colors, and decor. Diane's favorite color was red, thus the room was done in that color. Furry, red spread on her queen-size bed, furry shag carpeting, roses all over the sheets, red velvet drapes. The only other color in the room was the furniture which was done in antique white with touches of gold. There were mirrors all over the room and the ceiling was one large mirror to reflect any and all activities in the spacious room.
The bathroom off the bedroom was done in pure white, tub, toilet, shower, sink, walls which were not mirrored, but once again the mirrors outdid the wall space. The faucets were gold.
In both the bedroom and the bath, one could see a naked body from all angles-front, back, side, and top. The bedroom as well as her whole mobile home was done under the supervision of her gay friend Ted. It was done to perfection and appeared rich and comfortable though she had not spent all that much money because he knew fabrics well. Also, he had a friend in the fabric store who gave him discounts, so Diane could appear wealthy and luxurious while she was not.
Once in the bedroom, Diane sat on the furry spread and watched the young man slip out of his pants to expose the most magnificent sex organ she had ever seen. What a waste for him to shove that gorgeous cock up some guy's asshole. God, if she had the money she would buy him and keep him forever! She would be one of the rich bitches who went around town escorted by a young stud, handsome young buck, and be the envy of every woman in the crowd. She loved Ted very much, not husband-wife love, not even mother-son love, just love for a handsome, young, beautiful stud who was tender, sweet, considerate, loving, gentle ... She could put him on her mantel like a toy and have him perform for her whenever she wanted, flaunt him, fuck him, laugh with him ... but she did not have a mantel and she could not afford to keep him. His jewelry alone would bankrupt her, let alone his clothes, his stylish haircuts at twenty-five dollars a throw, no, she could not own this beautiful, gay person. For if she could, he would not be happy. If he belonged to her and she found him in bed, sucking off another guy's cock, she would throw up. No, Ted was a faggot and only fucking her because he knew the gnawing pain in the gut of being without a fuck. He was just being super nice to an old friend, sweet and kind like he always was.
Diane could hardly believe the hugeness of his oversize cock which was smack up against his hairy belly. She watched him remove his shirt and carefully fold it and place it over the back of her red velvet chair.
His Body! Beautiful! Tall, slender, well proportioned, slender waist, big, big, huge cock! It's crownhead was perfect, soft, smooth, absolutely the most wonderful cock she had ever seen! His testicles were full, bloated to exquisite oval shape and up snug to the stump of his luscious, throbbing cock! God! What a cock! The tilted mushroom cockhead was beautiful! His thick stem with the heavy blue veins throbbing, pounding, urgent with desire and release! She loved his thick, coarse pubic hair with the reddish tint which surrounded his precious penis and testicles.
"Oh! My God!" Diane uttered in disbelief.
"Yeah, you never did actually see my cock that night, did you?" he grinned.
"No, but I felt it banging in and up to my belly. God, Ted, you are really built! Jesus, are you ever hung!" she whispered, ogling the young man's cock.
Ted was proud of his cock and walked jauntily around the room, showing off, watching his cock grow in length even more, watching the jiggle of his testicles, loving his cock, knowing he was good, knowing he was well hung, knowing he had one of the finest cocks around . .. except maybe for that black cock he had seen and fucked with down town.
For being a faggot, Ted knew just how to flick the snaps on Diane's bra so that her big, full titties were unleashed in the twinkling of an eye. His hands that were so soft and tender, kept that way by laborious hours of creaming them, quickly and deftly slipped off her muu-muu like they had done it for years and years. But, then, of course, he had been heterosexual and bisexual before he had settled on being a homosexual. So the young man of seventeen, who was a walking, talking sex bomb, was used to all sorts of clothes to remove. Then, too, some of his boyfriends went in drag which might explain his agility in disrobing Diane.
She simmered, smoldered in stifling heat at the young man's touch. She was gently laid back on her roses after he had pulled down the fur spread. No sense in getting cum juice all over the lovely, furry spread. Ted had his senses about him since he was not really that turned on about fucking his neighbor lady.
Diane loved his soft, easy touch to her full, jutting titties, his hot mouth on her nipples, nipping, tugging, tormenting her already frenzied body to sizzle and steam. She ran her fingers through his long, well cut hair and adored the wonderful feel of softness.
She pulled his young face up to hers and her smoldering eyes looked deeply into his. She wanted to say so much to the young man, but just looking at his beautiful boyishness was too much. His high cheek bones, his dark, dark eyes, his halo of beautiful hair with the fiery highlights, his straight features, his perfect teeth when he smiled ... and that smile singed through her body like wild fire, urging her twat to stronger spasms, to more gurgling juices. God, he was a beautiful specimen of young manhood. Such a shame he wasted it on men. God, Diane would love to own him, possess him, to MAKE him love women ... not just tolerate fucking her.
Even so, he was the best fuck she had ever felt!
The way his soft, smooth hands caressed her eager body, his sweet, engulfing kisses, his stabbing tongue, his strong arms as they held her close to his hairy chest, and finally his cock, his precious cockhead snubbed to her widespread snatch.
Diane slithered and squealed with delight at the burning feeling at her quivering vaginal opening. Her spasming muscles made her vaginal mouth spasm and nibble on his super-gigantic cockhead as it rested hotly... just before penetration . .. pressed to her vaginal mouth.
The youth snorted his heat of passion against her breasts. Oh, he did love full, huge mounds of tit flesh with the rosy nipples so rigid and rubbery. His big, warm hands cuddled her breasts together while he buried his flushed face in the deep cleavage of her full, warm, creamy titties. His breath was heavy, he snorted his passion into the torrid trench which was mounded on both sides by her soft flesh. He pushed her breasts to his face on either side of his feverish cheeks and moaned softly. His thumbs flicked the rigid nipples while he snorted his passion between her breasts.
She felt his pulsating cockhead right at her snatch opening, quivering, beating, throbbing. Oh, she had to have his young, harsh, heavy, huge cock pumped up inside her steaming, bubbling, gurgling twat! Her hands were on his head, slipped to his broad, slender shoulders, down his back to feel his rounded buns. God, he was built!
Her fingers slipped into his asscrack to feel his tightly puckered asshole. Her fingernails prodded, scratching at his tight asshole, urging him to sink his pulsating cock deeply into her wet, dribbling cunt. Her face was flushed, feverish, sweaty. Her heart pumped a mile a minute. Her body was electrically charged, ready for a gigantic explosion ... if ... he pushed .. . His big cock in! Oh God, he had to!
"FUCK ME. . . STICK YOUR COCK IN ME! PENETRATE! FUCK ME! I CANT WAIT ANY LONGER! FUCK ME!!" she screamed hysterically.
Obediently the youth gave a hearty grunt, thrust and wham! His big, bulging, throbbing, beating cock slid into her soft, silky, damp cunt!
It was like heaven had opened her doors and welcomed in the stiffest, hardest prick ever! Gently he started sawing in and out of her slobbering, boiling snatch. In with all the power of a bulldozer, nearly out, as if he regretted having to pull back to his swollen cockhead, and then he slammed his rigidly pulsating cock right back up her slippery, scorching, clasping tube until he banged ruthlessly at her womb!
"OOOOHHHHH, UUUUMMMMM. EEEIIIOOO, THAT'S SO GOOOOOOOD! YOUR COCK'S SO OOOOOOO HOOOOOOOT, SOOOOOOOO HARD! I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT! KEEP YOUR COCK UP INSIDE MEEE! I LOVE YOUR PRECIOUS PRICK! UUUUMMMMM..." Diane moaned, squirming to get all of his long cock inside her warm body.
She adored the rubbing of his testicles in her oozing, trickling juices. She felt his heat steaming from his hot rocks as they rubbed friction into her snatchcrack! Rubbing heat, wallowing in her woman juices, making loud, slapping noises in her trench with his swinging balls .. . lovely, delicious, heavenly!
His cock had her used vaginal hole so stretched she could not spasm around his stabbing, thrusting prick, only lay there in the missionary position and let him fuck the living hell out of her dribbling cunt and loving it, adoring it, relishing it.. . not being able to live without it! The tremendousness of his gigantic cock scorched into her slobbering snatch, pulling her hole apart, stretching her vaginal mouth, and banging full, throbbing length up her weeping, crying tube!
She felt his thick mat of pubic hair and the heavy stump of his penetrating cock rub against her fluttering clit, massaging, tormenting, firing up every wild, frantic emotion she had! The young man pumped and humped her slobbering, slippery twat, grunting his lust, his passion, his urgency!
Her hands slipped to his flexed buns and pulled him in still further, and knew he must be fucking her navel and fully expected his shiny cockhead to emerge out of her mouth at any moment! She swiveled her hips slightly, she could do no more than that. His cock was so massively huge it was all she could manage to move at all! Such a cock! Big! Long! Throbbing so hard her whole bottom felt like it was right in beat with his pulsating rock-hard cock! Her juices lathered his prick as he jack-hammered it in, in, in! Even her juices thick as they were, didn't help her stretched skin! He might split her wide open! At this point she didn't give a damn!
She demanded more and more of his rough fucking, more and more of his hands pushing on her tits, his mouth nipping and tugging roughly on her nipples.
She was wildly frantic... outlandishly passionate .. . freaked out on his stabbing cock . .. hysterical!
Her head swam dizzily in rapture as he pumped his cock into her, riding her with all the vigor and force he could muster up! Her tits swayed as his hips belted into her spread, slippery slit and forced his long, thick cock up, up, up!
Her feet were flat on the bed. Her legs pushed her pussy up, up, up to meet his every fierce thrust of belting cock! She cried hysterically, clutched wildly at his hair, his shoulders, his flexed asscheeks! Diane was so far into sexual oblivion, so deeply into ecstasy, so far out of reality, she had to have more! More! More!
Ted had enough cock to satisfy anybody. .. except Diane. He could rip her apart with his mighty prick and she still wouldn't be satisfied!
Diane was sexually starved! Anything the youth would do to her, hurt her, hit her . .. anything was all right with her! Her erratic movements, her floundering arms, her grasping fingers, her humping hips, her widely stretched cunt.. . demanded more and more and more of his cock!
Diane cried! Screamed hysterically! Moved erratically! Clutched! Clawed! Bit into his shoulder!
"My God! My God!" she wept, unsatisfied, yet her emotions were so high, she was so on fire with passion, her tension was pitched way up!
Her fiery clit sparked in the slippery juices lathering her cunt crack, her pussy was sopping, her vaginal mouth gulped for more and more of his thick, pounding penetrating prick ...
Diane was pitched over the moon while stars whizzed across her closed eyelids, her body tingled with feverish excitement!
She was up! Up! Up! In a sky of wild, soaring, flying lust!
Then came the moment. .. Her clit tingled! Her cunt clutched as best it could! She held her breath to savor this moment of extreme bliss .. . heavenly rapture .. . her oneness with her young lover ... and wham!!
Diane's hips slithered to the sheet and all hell broke loose in her cunt! Gushes of cum trickled down the sides of the jerking, pulsating prick ... She had her orgasm ... on and on ... more jism than ever before. .. gushes of thick, creamy jism... blasts of hot, steaming cum bubbled around Ted's hard cock as he ground around and around inside her torridly hot tunnel. She loved it, his slender hips banging first one thigh and then the other, while his thick, blood-engorged cock ground around and in, around and into her lush, juicy cunt!
She was speechless in her ecstasy! Nothing. .. nothing had ever felt so good as her young neighbor's cock, rotating, grinding, stabbing into her cumming twat! She could not even manage a groan of happiness.
Diane lay limp and squishy, feeling absolutely fulfilled, blissful, happy, feeling every throb of Ted's strong cock, his every gyration, his every grinding movement, his hot balls rubbing into the slush of her cuntcrack and knowing she had been well fucked . .. even if he was gay. He was the best damned screw she had ever had ... and she'd had a few in her forty-two years, but none so good as when this young guy screwed in his cock and pumped a fuck to her hole. She lay with her arms outstretched carefully noting the exquisite feeling of his fierce grinding, stabbing, thrusting and back to grinding ... grinding ... grinding, in his pulsating cock.
Oh, heavens, such power behind each violent heave of young, sturdy cock! Such bliss, such . .. such throbs of urgency ... and the splutter of his hot, young cum . .. blast after blast after blast... rich . .. juicy ... thick ... streams of jetting cream mixing with hers. .. leaking down his slippery, shiny, glisteny cock and out of her sloppy warm, squishy vagina!
She felt his young body collapse on hers and together they moaned happiness and bliss.
"My God, Ted. Why are you gay? Jesus Christ, you fuck better than anyone I know. Can't you get your shit together and go straight? Jesus!"
"I only did it for you . .. Nobody else," he said, dragging himself to a sitting position between her wide-spread legs. "You know, there's nothing uglier than a twat. I don't mean to be mean, but really ... a dark hole ... ugly, you know?
"I know how to make my cock ten inches long," he boasted.
"How?" Diane asked, feeling badly because he didn't rave about her cunt. "Fold it in half .. ."
They rolled in each other's arms and laughed and laughed.
Diane felt a pang in her heart even though she laughed with young Ted. She had two lovely daughters who would someday get married. If only they could find somebody like Ted, only not gay, she would be so happy. He was such a nice person, beautiful person and a tremendous fuck!
CHAPTER THREE
Diane felt the painful gnawing in her gut almost as soon as young Ted banged out of her front door. She was alone again! The quiet desperation seeped into her heart. Alone! Always alone! Alone!
She flipped her naked body over onto her belly and loved the hot, simmering leaks of his fresh, young cum as it oozed out of her torridly hot twat. Great feeling! Her crotch reeked of her lush flood of his and her jism all mixed up, creamy, lathering her steaming crotch. Diane jammed her pelvis harshly against the soft sheets, and with her eyes closed she could almost relive the joy she had just experienced. Her hips rolled and ground into the freshness of her bed. She had to remember this moment for a long, long time. She never knew when she would have a dry spell and be completely without a fuck. God, how devastating!
She felt like she walked a tight rope, always precariously close to falling into sexual nothingness ... never another fuck, never another hot hand to hold her breasts, never being able to feel a stiff shaft up her hot twat .. . Oh, she hated never knowing! Some women liked the challenge of being free and scouting their sexual mate for the night, whenever or wherever they chose, but not Diane! She had been through it all. .. the bars, the drinks, the coy flirtations, the teasing and tormenting of a guy ... She was sick of it all!
Diane craved sexual security and the only way she knew how to get it was through marriage and have the cock she so craved right in bed with her for her selfish pleasure ... all the time!
Diane made her mental notes in her head. She would marry! She would marry just as soon as she could! No more lonely nights! No more horny dreams, no more being alone! She would marry! She would not humiliate herself again by asking for a fuck or paying for a cock to make her swelter in her own sweat and juices. No! Never again! Her single days were numbered!
She had had it! The tormenting loneliness, the torturing madness of crying herself to sleep on lonely nights, the teasing of her wet dreams. It was all over. She had to own a cock, possess her very own lover. No longer could she keep fucking in the prospective of a one-night affair, a once in a life time shot, buying her neighbor's young cock. She had to love and fuck and love and fuck. Nothing else would satisfy her deep pitted loneliness, her aching frustrations, her desperate pain of being alone.
Oh, sure, she had heard guys say it was terrible to be alone and just looking at four walls. They said she wasn't alone because she had her two lovely daughters. THEY LIED! She was just as lonely as if she did not have her two daughters because she did not feel like curling up to one of them or going down on her young, sweet daughters. They did not satisfy mama sexually . .. as a matter of fact they threw a definite cramp into her style. She did not want to lower herself in her daughters' eyes by bringing home a different fucker every time she went out. That she would not do! She would set a good and decent example for her girls. No man would ever ruin her reputation or make her feel like a slut in front of her young girls.
They were at a very impressionable age, fourteen and thirteen. No way was Diane going to bring men into her bedroom and try to explain her way out of it. Walls in a mobile home are paper thin and if she ever did bring home a guy, God, her girls could hear every groan, each slurp of good cum juice, the sucking noises that Diane so loved. She could just imagine herself the morning after-red faced, whisker rubbed, hickies . .. that was not what she wanted for herself or her daughters!
The only way out of her sexual starvation was to get married.
She did not know anybody offhand to marry and she seemed to be out of connections with the single set running around town. She would have to get her ass in gear and make some contacts that might mature into something like marriage. She did not care to invite her gay neighbor over all the time since her twat was not all that interesting to him.
She could not stand loneliness anymore! She simply could not tolerate this tight rope walking, the never knowing, the terrible urges that went unsatisfied, the horror of trying to sleep when her crotch screamed for a hot, burning cock!
She did not need a man for any purpose other than being her private stud, making her exquisitely happy, banging the hell out of her snatch!
Financially she was secure. Her husband was an ass but he did give her money even though the courts did not demand it. He was just a good man with a conscience that would not quit. She was his responsibility and he paid through the nose ... all on his own. Diane thought that was really nice of him.
Actually she hated his guts. .. except for the money he sent her and the girls every month. That she adored in the man .. . and that was all! Got to keep the money coming in.
Sex. That was a problem! She could never get enough of it! She had to be fucked, licked, loved!
Diane lay on the bed wallowing in the puddle of cum juice that matted her silky pussy. Her eyes were closed and she tried to remember each touch, each tender feel from the youth next door. God, she was hot again! She could almost feel his hot cock between her legs! She nearly felt his warm, strong body crawl up on her back to hump her asshole. She shivered with the thrill of her mind-fuck on herself. God, she could not, could not stand being alone and horny ... which she was most of the time! If she was a man she would have been the baby born with the hard-on. As it was, being a woman, she was the one born with the spasming cunt.
She had not always been so horny, just lately she had let her ass get out of hand. Maybe it was her age. She was getting older. The tiny wrinkles showed around her dark eyes with the thick lashes. She knew she would be going through the menopause soon and her lust for cock would go swack, down the tube! Shit, that would be the day she would feel like ending it all!
Why worry about what was coming? Right now she was in one hell of a state! Horny again and the kid had gone home and she had nobody to call to ease her aching snatch, no cock to fill her vacant tube, no arms to hold her, no mouth to touch with her lips... her breasts .. . her eager, snapping twat!
"MY, GOD! I'M GONNA GO CRAZY! CRAZY, DO YOU HEAR? HELP ME! GOD, PLEASE HELP ME! YOU GAVE ME THE URGES, YOU GAVE ME THE CUNT! NOW, DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT! I'LL GO MAD WITH LUST, HUNGRY PASSIONS! GOD! GOD! WHERE ARE YOU? HELP ME! OHHHHHHH, pleaseeee, help me.. .."
Her excruciating agony was unbearable! She could not cope with her passionate emotions! She was so hot, she was on fire with lust! Ted had been just too good a fucker and now she wanted more, more, any way, any how, just fuck, fuck, fuck! Her crazy, mixed-up head swam in a sea of dizziness. Her frenzied body wracked with craving desires. Her sopping, fiery pussy flexed and sprang, sucked air, clasped and clenched.
"Damn, Ted for leaving me like this! That goddamned faggot! Sonovabitch, he knew what loneliness was! He should have known better! After all, not everybody understands a gay person... I don't... Ted, Ted, bring that precious cock of yours back and fuck me to hell and back! Big, Precious prick that throbs so deep inside me ... no! You have to shove that beautiful cock up some guy's asshole! Well, goddamn it, I've got an asshole, too! Ted!"
Diane's head was fucked up. Her thoughts were scrambled wildly. She knew deep in her heart the young man from next door was not her answer. She had to have a man, a good, horny man who could fuck her all day and all night until she begged him to stop ... which she doubted she ever would. The wild way she felt, nothing would ever squelch her frantic, frenzied, heated passions!
Tears streamed down her soft cheeks as she dug her fingernails into the bed sheet. Her ass flexed, her buns were tight as she smacked her matted pussy into the puddle of sticky cum juice on her bed!
The smell of drying cum tantalized her nostrils and she squirmed her naked body down to where the sticky liquid was. Wildly, fanatically, she licked her sheet, savoring each tiny bit of sticky cum! Her fingers dug into and tore at the sheet like she was a famished animal licking the very last of good meat. . . which she was indeed doing. Her mouth pressed hotly to the sheet while her tongue licked and lapped the sticky juice, her taste buds doing flips at the luscious taste of his spent cream. Tears flooded her face, her body quivered, her snatch craved hungrily!
"GOD, I THINK I'M GOING NUTS! EATING A SHEET... HELP ME!" she muttered, licking, lapping up her cum and that of young Ted.
Diane could not help herself, she was a depraved animal, lusting, craving, desiring, having to have a cock, cum, the whole shot!
Diane knew it would get worse ... it always did! Her lust, her frenzy for cock until she went out at night and grabbed herself a piece of ass ... any ass, any motherfuckin' cock to eat, to suck, to lavish with her wet, moist kisses and finally sit on the rigid shaft and feel the heavy, throbbing pulsations penetrating into her very soul!
She was dangerously fuck-happy. She might grab any young boy if he had a wad of stiff cock in his pants. Her weakness was a young guy, she adored a young, eager, fuck-happy boy who never tired of sticking it to her.
At times she had her doubts about a man her own age. Sometimes they couldn't get a hard-on. Her ex-husband couldn't. Oh, he could with her because he had been married to her, but he couldn't with anybody else. His church gave him a mental block about loose fucking. She laughed like a witch, depraved, wicked, happy as hell when her husband could not fuck ... and then she felt her own torture, the craving, the mounting lust, the furious demands of her body....
She licked the sheet clean of all the spilled jism and would have chewed clear through it if the front doorbell had not started to ring off the wall.
"Shit," she moaned. "Who in the hell is here?
I'll be damned if I'm gonna dress just to answer the door. Shit on whoever it is!" Damn, what a time to come calling, couldn't be her kids home yet, they had their own keys anyway.
She grumbled all the way to the front door, stood nakedly behind the drapes that covered the sliding glass door and peered out. Shit, it was Ted's dad, Ben. What in the hell could he want? Jesus, she hoped the dumb kid had not told his dad about the fucking episode in her bedroom. No, she had to give Ted more credit than that. Still, Ben never came over to her mobile home, just his wife Sarah and his kid, Ted.
She could not back off for he had seen her peek around the drapes. She opened the door a tiny bit, hiding her full breasts and matted pussy in the heavy folds of the drapes. Her tousled head poked out of the door as she asked him what he wanted.
Ben looked startled to see her wrapped in the drapes. Her bare shoulder was clearly visible to his sparkling blue eyes.
"Do you always dress like that?" he asked with a knowing grin.
"No. I just was going to take a shower when I heard the bell," she said.
"I think you need one. To smell like you do. The sparkles on your face, right here around your mouth, sort of give you away. You got a man in there?" he asked, touching her full lips with his thick finger.
"Of course not!" Diane steamed.
"Do you want a man in there?" he asked, joking, but not joking ... feeling her out.
"What would your wife say?" Diane asked sarcastically. She tightened the drapery material around her naked body like a sarong.
"Nothing. She's gone. Went with Ted downtown. I'm all alone and need somebody to talk to," he said, faking sadness.
This Diane did not need. A married man. No way. She was looking for a husband for herself, not somebody's husband to fuck and please. She wanted to be the one who had the husband to please herself. After all, weren't men created just to pamper and please women? Certainly. A married man was not on her agenda, especially not Ted's father. Nope! No way! He would bring her nothing but heartache and possibly a shot in the head! No, she would not let Ben into her mobile home!
She wouldn't even start an affair with him . .. the husband of her best friend? No way! Bad, bad business!
Diane could not help notice the tented crotch of his pants ... she was all but staring a hole in his crotch. Fascinating. A man his age with such a hard-on, clearly visible to her ogling eyes. My God, he must be in misery, carrying such a load. She could not draw her eyes away from the luscious view of the lump between his well shaped, stocky thighs.
He was busy ogling her body wrapped in the drapes with her bare shoulder looking so creamy soft, her nipples poking tightly against the drapery material. He could not have timed his visit better. He was in luck to have her naked. He was just being friendly, neighborly, and horny. Ben was always horny and he was not getting anything at home, so he decided he would get a little on the side . .. hers.
He had really timed his calling appropriately. She was already naked and going to take a shower. Great. He didn't appreciate sloppy seconds and it was apparent she had sucked somebody off from the glisteny sparkles around her mouth. Good sign. She would probably suck him off, too, and his hot, blazing cock was all ready!
Ben grinned. "May I come in?" he asked, walking into her living room without waiting for an answer. "I like your ass," he winked.
Diane turned quickly to face him and hide her butt in the drapery material, succeeding in wrapping herself tighter in the twisted drapes.
"Gift wrapped for me? Oh, you shouldn't have.. ." Ben smirked, coming close to her, breathing hard, smiling in a sultry, smoldering way.
"Will you please get out of here?" Diane stormed.
"Sure, in a little while. But first, I wanna talk to you," he winked. His big hand touched her naked shoulder, traced across her creamy skin to her other concealed shoulder. "What's just below here," he asked, looking down her deep cleavage. His eyes sparkled at the sight of her full breasts pushed together by the tightness of the wound-around drapes. "Must be something good," he teased, touching her rigid nipples poking into the drapes.
"Don't you touch me," she squealed.
"You really don't have much choice, do you?
You're all wound up in your own little trap. You can't move one arm because you've wound the drapes around yourself so tightly and the other arm is slightly out of use holding the drapes so tight. Now, tell me, how are you gonna tell me what to do? How can you control whether I touch you or not, huh? If you let go of the drapes, you'll be stark naked, which is the way I want you. Then I might really get ideas and rape you. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Ben said, sure of himself.
"No. You'll not touch me, much less rape me. I decide who'll rape me and who won't. .." she said, interrupted by his hot, feverish, wet kiss.
She melted with smoldering heat at his kiss. She felt his warm, damp lips close over hers, his tongue dig into her wet mouth and wallow in her saliva. It was only natural for her to suck on his tongue. She should have bitten him, but she had never bitten anybody's tongue to the point of really hurting, she was actually a nonviolent woman. Her main problem was her hormones. She enjoyed his kiss, she loved it. Her skin rippled with goosebumps, he was such a stupendous kisser, warmed her body all the way down to her toes. She quivered, all wrapped in her drapes and suddenly, just as suddenly as he had kissed her, he quit, leaving her slightly dazed with lust.
He laughed at her smoldering condition and walked over to her blue fur couch and plopped himself down, still chuckling. His heavy laugh lines were deeply embedded in his tanned skin, his devilish blue eyes sparkled, his crotch jerked harshly as he rested his big, rough hands on his spread thighs. Oh, he was a specimen of manhood, a fine one! Big, hulking man with the huge build of a construction worker, stocky, firm, well built with broad shoulders, muscle-filled arms all tanned from his work outdoors, big rough hands that could easily "tote that bale, move that barge," so to speak. He did work hard and every muscle in his body showed that it was used every day to work his heavy duty equipment. For his fifty years, Ben was the picture of exquisite manhood, big, rough, strong and tanned, yet laughing, devilish and playful as a kitten. He had a heart as big as could be, for he had been hurt many times in his life and he had overcome his hurts, or at least he gave the effect of being always the carefree, wild, impish fellow ready for anything and everything. Right now he was all for a fuck. His crotch completely gave him away, so big and bulging and throbbing right through his Levi's.
"You gonna hang there forever in your drapes or are you gonna come out?" he laughed.
"Will you please get out of here?" she said angrily.
"Do you really want me to go?" his blue eyes blazed into her smoldering dark ones. The look he gave her locked their sights and the sparks sizzled.
It was a tense moment. Quiet. Hue eyes holding dark ones with an intense gaze, wanting, craving, lusting. His gaze was intense, so was hers. They looked and it was as if she was lost in a drowning pool of blue, engulfed, away from everything material, no world at all... just the two of them with hearts beating, desires mounting, bodies quivering for mutual satisfaction.
"Come to me," he whispered lowly. His voice sent thrills through her body. Such sexiness she had never heard in a voice before, low, deep, soft, demanding ever so easily and tenderly.
Diane stood as if in a trance, staring at him. He was beautiful to her sight, big, magnificent structure of a god. Tanned so perfectly, built like an Arabian stud horse. Yet, ever so sweet and tender, his eyes, those blue pools demanding her, wanting to possess her, engulfing her very soul.
"Come to me ..." he whispered to her.
She was compelled to unwind the drapes from her naked body, stand before him completely obedient and yielding to his every desire.
"OOHHMMPHH," he moaned hotly, taking her body into his arms, burying his face in the soft, warm flesh of her belly, breathing his hot desires into her quivering flesh. His arms encircled her lush, wide hips as his head dropped.
Diane felt his breath scorch into her dark pussy and she trembled with passion. Her arms encircled his dark head, her fingers clutched into his black, curly hair, intertwining to hold his feverish head against her white, creamy, warm belly. Oh God, he was hot, felt so good to her own burning body.
"Who had you before just now?" his low, sultry voice asked, muffled in her warm flesh.
Diane hesitated, not wanting to tell him it was his own gay son. She said nothing.
"Diane, I know somebody was in your body. I can smell the cum. Your pussy is silky and matted. Tell me, who was with you?" his voice was urgent.
She felt his warm hands on her ass and his fingers digging and prodding into her asscrack. She had to tell him. There was something about his voice, low, soft, yet very demanding, compelling. It was like she had no choice of her own, she was his to own, possess, someone to yield to, to confess to, to have her body absorbed by. He was her god, yet he had not forced her into anything, just compelled her by the hungry look in his sparkling blue eyes. He owned her with a glance. She was his all the way, whatever he wanted to know, to experience, to do to her . .. She would submit. Her entire being was his, her heart, body and soul. She was helpless in his arms and she had never been so overwhelmed before and did not understand her feelings at all. Diane just knew she would do anything this man asked, tell him anything he wanted to know, and if she could, follow him to the ends of the earth. She was his! TOTALLY!
"Who was with you?" he whispered, sticking his wet, saliva-covered tongue into her navel, kissing her belly, tonguing her soft flesh, nipping her smooth skin. "Tell me," he whispered hotly.
"Your son," she moaned, feeling her clit dance happily in her wet trench.
No reaction at all came from Ben. It was his son's cum that matted her dark, glisteny pussy. Part of the family. He usually didn't like sloppy seconds. However, in this case, he would make an exception because he had tasted his son's cum before. And his son had tasted his.
Diane felt Ben's flushed face move down, down, down her belly until his hot mouth nibbled at her muff. She quivered at the glorious feeling of his hot tongue, his damp saliva, his heavy breathing. Her bottom was on fire with passion, lust, and love. Her hands held tightly to his dark hair to steady herself as she stood. Without his support she would melt into a sopping heap at his boot-clad feet. Her knees felt rubbery, as if they would not hold her up, her belly was full of butterflies, her trench quivered.
She felt Ben's hot, flushed face all over her body, nipping on her rigid, erect rosy nipples, nibbling on her ears, breathing his hotness into her ringing head, devouring her with his mouth, nibbling, nipping, tasting her smooth, creamy flesh as he kissed her breasts, moving her around to nibble under her arms and onto her back, bathing her in the luxury of his rich, moist kisses. She trembled as she felt his mouth inch down her back to her buns, kissing, nipping, nibbling her body. She was prone on the floor in his big hands, completely manipulated by him and she was barely aware of being in any other movement other than flying in ecstasy, floating in rapture. Her entire body was enveloped in his engulfing warmness, her heart pounded against her flattened breasts as she lay on the floor.
She felt her every erotic, sensuous spark of passion flare into a roaring, wild fire. She was set with sweat, sweltering in her own heat which radiated to his hovering body and reflected back to her own. She heard the rustle of his hand working with his fly and then she felt the fiery prodding of his cockhead at her anal opening.
She felt his hands all over her, pulling her asscheeks apart, poking at her asshole, helping his rigid, throbbing cock to penetrate into her tightly clamped asshole, fingering around her wide hips and dipping into her damp pussy, caressing her slippery slit, tormenting her wildly fluttering clit to ecstasy, erratic jerks of pleasure!
Diane simmered in the scorching heat of her passions as her butt was stretched, feeling the tightness of her ass hole yield to his probing cockhead. With all the reaming out of her rectum, she gave, her asshole opened to his fucking cock like a flower to the bee. She could not swivel her hips, move at all for she was stuffed full of fiercely beating, throbbing cock. She felt his pulsating cock inch slowly up her ass tunnel.
HOT! THUMPING! FUCKING HER ASSHOLE! HIS HOT, BLAZING SHAFT WORKED AND JERKED UP HER ASS TUBE SLOWLY AND SHE FELT EVERY BLOOD-FILLED SURGE, POUND, THROB OF HIS PRECIOUS COCK AS HE SANK IT DEEPER AND DEEPER INTO HER WARM, TIGHT, SILKY TUNNEL!
His precious cock was all the way in her asshole!
She breathed heavily, not moving, she couldn't! His shaft was so thick, so heavy, pounding, stretching her burning, irritated asshole sooo much. She adored the feeling of his hot rocks as they smacked and rubbed into her snatch, moved only by his hands as he caressed her wetly slick trench. She about had a tormented fit when she felt his big, wet, firm hands rub and caress at her twat until he had three ringers stuffed inside her spasming snatch! My God, she was so full of fingers and cock she thought she would scream her happy hysteria!
She felt every blue vein on his humping cock as he sawed in and out of her asshole, fanning the flame of fire as he stretched her burning skin! She felt so pulled, so hot, she knew her butt was blistered with heat!
Diane's sensitive asshole was reamed out by the ass fucking cock! She was so hot she thought she would suffocate in her own stifling heat. Her body was seared to his hairy one right at the butt. She felt his pubic hair brush harshly on her buns with every stiff swack of his cock! The steady bobbing of his sweltering rocks slapped at her oozing, leaking twat while his fingers almost ripped her cunt wider open than he had forced it now. His fingers wiggled up inside of her wet, sleek twat. She found that now she could not spasm her twat, she was laid wide open to his punches both at her asshole and her snatch. She gasped like a fish out of water as she felt her butt fucked, humped, stabbed by his pounding, beating cock!
Her head reeled in ecstasy as she heard the wet sounds of suction and the wet slaps of his balls in her steaming crack. Her fingers dug into her shag carpeting, longing to dig into his hot flesh, her eyes were glazed with desire and lust as the big construction worker fucked her asshole!
"HHMMPPHHH!" he grunted with each thrust of his prick. Then came a wildly noisy slap of his testicles as they hit and smacked into her damp, dripping slit!
Her body was jolted as he stuffed her asshole full of throbbing cock, banging home wildly, humping her butt, fucking her asshole! He felt his throbbing prick with his fingers through the thin membrane of skin that separated her ass tunnel from her cunt tube. He delighted at the rough poundings of his cock! His fingers gouged into her slippery twat to feel his swollen cockhead as it slipped up and down her ass tube. He shook with wild pleasure as he humped his cock, sawed the pulsating thing in and almost out of her tight asshole.
Diane's clit fluttered madly as the heel of his palm rubbed her into exquisite rapture while his fingers jolted and jiggled up her twat! She could not move, she was so bloated with his body, but she wept tears of joy when she felt his belching cock spew his globs of cock juice into her asshole! Hot, steaming, torrid globs of cum lathered her rectum and eased the burning friction of his pumping cock!
"OH, BABY, THAT FEELS SOOOOOO GOOOOOOO, I LOVE IT! MORE! GIVE ME MORE OF YOUR COCK! HHHMMMMMM, OOOOHHHHH, GOD! I'MMMMM CUMMIINGG!" she gasped, slithering slightly under his humping, rocking stabbing cock!
Ben was grinding his shooting cock into her asshole, round and round he fucked into her rectum! He shoved his squirting cock tight into her asshole, screwing in to a secure tightness to finish his spraying cum as his body jerked and shivered his pleasure! His hanging nuts rubbed into the smelly juice of his cock and her slobbering, seeping snatch. Wet sounds and fucking smells reeked from her asshole, her cunt!
She felt his rock-hard cock go down. .. down ... down with his gush of cum. She liked it that he did not pull out and get off of her when he was done spraying his cum into her asshole! She felt his hot body slip against hers as his cock went limp inside her rectum and finally slipped out of her grip to dangle loosely over his balls. Oh, she loved his sweet nuts, so burningly hot in her trench. She could feel the small, damp folds of soft skin as her spasming cunt nibbled on his testicles, loving the heat, the fire, the smooth, slippery feeling of his nuts.
The butt fuck was over!
Diane lay in the puddle of spent jism wallowing her pussy in the warm stickiness of the mixed juice on her shag carpeting... loving the warmth, the stickiness, the smell of cum!
"You fucked my son ... I'll have your young daughters," he mumbled.
Diane didn't believe him!
CHAPTER FOUR
Diane knew she was just a fuck-happy woman, horny as hell, always lusting for a man, a cock!
She did not want to demoralize her two young daughters. She had been brought up to be reverent to God, keep a clean house, take proper care of her young children and be a clean, proper woman. She could not understand what was happening to her.
She was not the same person anymore. Now, she wanted a cock all the time, would fuck a married man for a piece of ass or get it on with a dildo or cucumber or candle or anything else she could shove up her twat. So far she had not sacrificed her reputation as far as her children were concerned, her sweet, innocent daughters. Oh, how she loved those two girls. They were just about the only people in the world she really did love . .. totally, completely. She was lucky in that they were two such lovely girls, so innocent and sweet. They certainly did not know what their mother was thinking or how lonely she was... or how frustrated. Diane managed to keep her feelings away from her children just as she did her married lover and her dildos. .. She would not contaminate her lovely girls. She would not tell them just how difficult it was to live alone and be lonely all the time. Even her girls did not fill the void in her life, but Diane would not tell them. No, if they had to learn to live alone in life like she had to, at least she would not condition them to all the loneliness and frustrations they might have to bare. No, Diane would hold up her chin in front of her girls.
She did tell both fourteen-year-old Donna and thirteen-year-old Debby that she wanted to get married again and give them a daddy. That much they knew from their little family chats. They thought it would be really neat to have a daddy again. They had not seen their own dad for years, even though he lived only a short distance from them. He was too wrapped up in his guilt and religion to even face his former family. He was always prompt with the child support, and the rest of the time he wallowed in his guilt and his religion .. .
Diane hated him for many reasons and one was that he did not stop in and relieve her horniness. Not that she was in love with him, but he was the one who had fucked her for so many years and now had left her and her sexual frustrations to fight it out alone.
Diane had gotten along without his cock for many years and it was just lately that she wondered what it would be like to have his hard cock back again for just one more time. Of course, she would love anybody's cock and she realized just how hard up she was when she wanted her ex-husband's prick just one more time.
Diane decided she had better get her ass out into the world to see what was going on or she was headed for the basket-making ward. She had to get off the ex-husband kick and the horny neighbor kick before she was swallowed up in a lost, useless situation . .. and no more of paying a gay person for a fuck.
She realized just how few years she had left of sexual interest and swore to God, she would fuck herself into oblivion so that at least she would have happy memories. Maybe she would be happier if she did not have a sexual urge . .. relieved of the tormenting pressures of her body's demands. Might be nice, later, but right now she still had the urges and the desires and she had to do something about her snatch!
Diane would get herself a job. She stayed at home too much and her head was freaking out along with her twat, so instead of paying a shrink she would go to work. She had no idea of where, but she started out to look for a job.
Diane left the house in her peach pants suit, her hair done neatly, her nails manicured, ready to face the world of the working. That would make her ex-husband happy. It would ease some of the strain on her budget and maybe ... just maybe, Diane would find a lonely cock!
Diane drove her blue car to the shopping mall and parked. She went inside and started at one end of the mall and went to the other end looking for work. She returned down the other side of the shopping center after having lunch. She wasn't too particular what kind of job she got, so she tried every shop in the mall.
She filled out application after application. This was a chore in itself, since she did not remember dates and names or times and places, so the job hunting went on all day.
The application part of her day was dull, but the sightseeing part gave her a thrill. She did not realize there were so many good-looking men and boys in the world. Her itching snatch was tormented to leaking juices all day long by one tented crotch after another. God, they must all have a hard-on or else she was just demented enough to think they did.
Everywhere she looked she saw young men with tight pants and big bulges in them. Oh, how wonderful a day! The young men looked like fashion plates, coordinated outfits, beautifully cut hair that was all styled, handsome features, and she figured these salesmen to be like her neighbor. All took exquisite care of their bodies and clothes. There were also the tough looking men around that really looked like men, fucking men. Levi's and cords all stuffed full with huge pricks, long free flowing hair, shirts that were not fresh off the rack but still managed to show muscles and masculine hair on the chest. The kinds of men Diane would love to get caught by in a dark alley ... and raped.
She just could not understand her sex-filled mind. God, all she thought about or saw was something to do with sex. She was disgusted with herself, really quite angry with her thinking. All she succeeded in doing was tormenting herself into a state of fuck-happy confusion. Everything bothered her crotch. Men boys, stuffed pants, loose pants that let the imagination go wild, anything masculine.
So, Diane went home, jobless and horny as usual. Desperate for a fuck after seeing all the young men, middle-aged men with cocks! Cocks! Cocks!
Her crotch was damp with lust as she drove into her narrow driveway and parked next to her mobile home.
Where was Ben? Where was her married fucker? She had to have him! She would not stoop to fingerfucking herself, nor would she sink a cucumber or banana into her oozing twat! She would have Ben! At any cost, she would have his cock.
Damn the guilt! Damn her friendship with his wife! Damn everything.. . except his precious, stone-hard cock!
Diane realized just how precious a cock was and Ben's was the best! Hard, pulsating, beating, lathering as it humped her ass spouting pleasure into her tight hole . .. one or the other. Either her asshole or her cunt... either way, or into her mouth, oh God, his cock did taste wonderful, beautiful, his juice was delicious, thick, creamy, juicy ... hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. She craved his cock, had to have it or go stark raving nuts!
Instead of her day out doing her some good, she came home hornier than ever, ready to jump a cock, any cock, although she did prefer Ben's. In a pinch ... she would take any prick.
Diane got out of her car slowly, allowing enough time for her neighbor to realize she was home, hear the car motor shut off, the banging of the car door ... She had to let him know she was alone because so many times she had one daughter or the other...
Her dark eyes smoldered as she looked with lust toward her neighbor's mobile home. The front door did not open like she wanted. Nothing. Nobody.
"Shit!" she muttered, walking to her front door, unlocking it and going inside her warm, cozy mobile.
She sat at the kitchen table in her squishy panties and melted in her lustful desires. She knew he was home because she had seen his yellow truck parked in the driveway. Damn, what was wrong with him? There was nobody hornier then herself unless it was Ben, and he was always horny! Maybe his wife was home or perhaps his gay son. Diane did not think so but it was a possibility. Ted usually was out partying, and Sarah had her church work, her choir practice, her women's auxiliary, so Ben had to be home alone!
She dared not call him and plead with him for his cock. What if somebody else answered the phone? No good. She would have to suffer her anguish through the night... ALONE!
Diane's daughters were due home, so she walked with squishing thighs rubbing, to the bathroom. She might as well get out of her dressy clothes, dump her pants suit into the cloths hamper, rid herself of her damp panties and slip into her long dress. She was really hurting.
She heard the front door slide open and shut. Her heart raced!
Ben!
She hurried down the hallway and into the living room and there he was, like Christ the King, standing tall and sturdy, handsomely tanned, his blue eyes atwinkle, his dark hair still damp from his shower.
GOD, HOW HER HEART POUNDED! HHHHHMMMMMMMMMMM, HE LOOKED GOOD ENOUGH TO EAT! WOW! WOULD HE EVER TASTE GOOD! OOOOOOHHHHHHH-HHEEEEEEEEEEE!
She hesitated, waiting, not wanting to appear too anxious. Her long Hawaiian dress, passion purple, was full and hung tightly only to her full, big, jutting tits. The low, scoop neck allowed her lover a fine view of the deep trench between her breasts. She knew he would imagine what she had on underneath ... or what she did not have one. Her full dresses had turned her ex-husband on with his imagination, so she presumed Ben would get turned on, too.
She liked to leave something to the imagination, seemed her men always thought more wild than she did.
Diane walked up to Ben. She could smell her womanliness as she sauntered casually to him. Her rounded thighs rubbed together in the oily juice that had leaked from her itching twat. Her heavy smell urged her on... hopefully to fucking satisfaction.
She saw his devilish grin, the flashing of his white teeth against his deep tan, the deeply etched laugh lines around his sparkling blue eyes, his dark hair, almost blue was it so black and damp. Oh, how she loved this man, she melted with desire, her crotch steamed as she came to him.
Ben kissed her lightly on the mouth. His big hand slipped to her breast and on down her side to her ass.
She knew he was checking to see if she had anything on under the free-flowing, flowered dress. She loved his devilish grin as he realized she was naked under the purple flowers and just how easily he could lay her.
Only, he didn't! Damn him to hell, he had the nerve to go to her refrigerator and get a can of beer, pop it open and slurp it down, laughing openly at her eagerness, her anguished horniness.
There were times when she would have gladly killed Ben, and this was one of them! Damn him, he knew she was hot. She saw his sparkling eyes laugh at her as he peered over the beer can. She really was angry when he laughed at her, beer dribbling down his tanned chin. He almost choked on the gulp of cold brew and he laughed and choked at the same time, his big, strong hand backsided to his mouth wiping off the overflow of cold beer. His blue denim shirt had the cuffs rolled up halfway on his forearm and was open at the neck. After his bout with choking and laughing with beer in his mouth, Diane imagined his thick chest hair and the sparse hair on his forearm was wet with the brew and he would smell of beer. She didn't really care even if he had just taken a shower. She would like to pour the whole damned can of beer right on top of his dark head! He had the guts of a government mule to come into her home with a hard-on tenting his Levi's, drink her beer and laugh at her sexual discomfort.
"What is so damned funny?" she snarled at him, putting her hand on her hip and pulling the flowered material tight over her jutting breasts, showing her rigid nipples against the material.
"Nothing," he gasped, still laughing, now licking the brew off the back of his big hand.
"What'd you come over here for?" she demanded.
Her crotch demanded an answer, too, because the steam reeked up her full dress to seep into her nostrils. The warm, rich smell of her cunt slit urged her on. She wished that bastard would not laugh at her agony.
"I came over to talk to you," he grinned like a Cheshire cat.
"I'll bet! The only time you come over here is when you've got a hard-on."
"I've got one now," he laughed.
His tanned face crinkled with laugh lines, his devilish eyes sparkled, his white teeth gleamed.
DIANE WAS HOT!
"Your hard-on is funny?" she asked, slightly upset with him. She could not hate him or stay angry with him. He just wasn't the type to stay mad at. He took everything so nonchalantly, or so it seemed. To him, life was one big bowl of cherries, fun, a wonderful challenge. He was free as a bird, or so it seemed, tied to no one, in love with no one, in love only with life and the pleasures it brought him. Things that were a disaster to most people, Ben seemed to shrug off. He would not be tied with fear, unhappiness or any negative thoughts or actions. He was like nobody else in the world, not unfeeling nor a laughing maniac, but a very warm, loving, realistic person who never burdened others with any unhappy feelings. .. only laughter and gaiety, fun, thrills. He lived on the crest of a wave . .. neither knowing nor caring which way he fell, for the water was cool and crisp and clean and pure no matter which way he would go.
Life was like that to him. He worked hard. He loved hard and recklessly. He laughed a lot and never took "no" for an answer or putdown. He had life by the tail and Diane envied him and his warm personality, his confidence, his strength, his laughter and his love-making! Ben was the kind of man a person never had to tread lightly around, never had to watch what they said nor did, for Ben was not easily offended nor was he a fighter. He did not have to fight because the air around him was that of confidence, knowing he could handle any situation and his size. Big. Because of his solid walk, his straightforward way, he had the respect of both men and women and did not have to fight for it, pat himself on the back, make excuses. .. He was Ben. That was it! Confident and sure and happy!
Diane envied Sarah's hold on Ben, but did she really hold him? Not truly, for Ben roamed, fucked whom he pleased, laughed at the world and no marriage ties held him from getting what he wanted, when he wanted it.. . and he did love it, everything. Maybe Diane had a part of him, his fucking. She knew she did not own even his cock, but on occasion she was a part of his life, a part of his happiness when she felt his strong cock jam into her. No one would ever own Ben, for he was too much his own man, free!
Diane's vaginal opening spasmed hotly. She wanted this man to fuck her right now, but for some reason he was being deliberately slow and tantalizing. What did he have up his sleeve now?
"Why don't you go home?" she asked, hoping to force his hand.
"You really want me to?" he asked seriously, but that twinkle was still in his eyes.
"I don't want you drinking all my beer," she said, searching for some excuse.
"If I don't drink your beer, can I stay?" he asked, impishly.
"For what?" she asked.
"So I can welcome home your daughters when they come in from school," he laughed, the deep wrinkles going up from the corners of his blue eyes.
"What?" she asked, startled.
"I want to see your daughters," he said in his low, sexy voice.
"For what?" she asked, sternly.
"Can't I look at them ... all over?" he asked, feeling her out.
"What the hell are you, a pervert?" she asked, indignantly.
"I appreciate good-lookin' women and your daughters are beauties." He gulped some more beer.
Diane felt like she had just gotten slapped across the face. She was shocked by Ben's words. Did he mean them, or was he just kidding?
"I thought you came over here to see me. .. like before," she said almost in a whisper.
"I did. Right after I see your girls," he said with a smile.
"You are crazy! Do you know that? If I didn't know you better I'd think you were serious," Diane said, realizing he must be joking.
"I am."
"You are what?"
"Serious about your girls," he said, rotating the can of beer around and around in the palm of his big hand.
"WHAT!" Diane could not believe him. She loved him and he wanted her daughters, and then her. So youth won again. She would not tolerate this type of action. A mother would have to be nuts to let an adult man of fifty mess around with her teenage daughters.
This was Ben's way of asking her permission to fool around with her daughters and he had implied he would not mess with her until he had seen her girls, ALL OVER! Diane knew he was bold to the point of being brazen, but this was ridiculous! Did he actually think she was sooo horny that she would let him mess with her two daughters just to get at his cock?
Ben was sure of himself and he was not pushy, he didn't have to be. He knew Diane fairly well and knew she craved his cock. He knew she was in love with him even after he had said he was not in love with her. He made no commitments. He denied loving Diane and that made him more of a challenge to her. She did love him very much. She also knew he was pressing his luck with her to even suggest that he have her daughters and after he had her daughters, he would fuck her. .. OUT OF CHARITY?
Shit on Ben! No way! This was one time he was sure, but sure of the wrong thing. He hadn't counted on mother love and protection. He had counted on Diane being so hot and horny that she would agree! Well, he could go fuck a duck as far as Diane was concerned!
Diane told Ben to leave! She swore like a sailor, but he didn't. Ben hardly ever said a swear word. He didn't have to prove his power or his manhood by roughness, swearing, or force. He smiled, undaunted by her refusal, set his beer can down gently and left.
"Damn you to hell! You lousy sonofabitch! Bastard! Why . . . why leave me so horny? God! I've gotta fuck! Damn you, Ben! I hate you! Hate, hate, hate you! You goddamned fuckin' bastard .. . motherfuckin' prick! Sonofabitch!" she called after him, her eyes filling with tears.
Diane crumpled to the floor in a heap of hot, horny, hurt flesh. Tears drained from her dark eyes as she ran her fingers through her short curly hair.
She was desperate for a fuck, but not desperate enough to sell her virgin daughters. There had to be other men around for her to fuck.
Naturally there were other men. Not men like Ben. Diane loved Ben. Ben was a bastard! Get her hooked on his cock and then lower the boom and demand softly that she give him her daughters. Goddamn him!
So the percentage of men available was the same.. . bad odds, and now Diane had lost her friendly neighborly fucker. She cried out of desperation, fear, loneliness. Why was life dealing her so much misery?
Her snatch quivered and cried lustfully as her eyes wept tears of tormented agony . .. Her body shook with tremors as she cried over her loss of Ben, her loneliness, her unhappy lot in life. She did protect her precious daughters from Ben. That was stupid. Ben wouldn't hurt them. He was a perfect lover. The girls were too young to fuck. But were they? They had the bodies of women and most likely the desires of women, and God only knows Ben was fantastic with women, all women. Diane was jealous of her own offsprings. She knew better than to try and hold Ben. Nobody had a hold on him. Why should she deny her daughters the glory of his cock?
Diane had succeeded only in removing her only outlet for fucking. Now, she would have her emotions to deal with.
CHAPTER FIVE
Diane was crazy with lust for a fuck!
Days had passed since her talk with Ben. Her emotions were dammed up and ready to explode. She had some pretty nifty dreams which relieved her a little and made her bed wet with drippings from her sweltering twat. When daylight appeared she was hornier than before she had had the creamy dreams.
Her life was a tragic, fuckless existence without Ben's cock! Her unreasonable love for Ben had put her over a barrel. She was tied and unable to get loose. She could not, would not let him touch her virgin daughters! If she died of lackanookie, she would not give in!
She knew him to be smart enough not to force the issue since her daughters were jailbait and he had no intention of doing time for a piece of tail. He could get it anyplace and he seemed to love chalking up women like he chalked up his pool shooting. One ball here and immediately after, another ball in the side pocket. Diane was the ball in the side pocket, sex on the side, and her daughters would be chalked up by Ben before he placed Diane where he wanted her, where she wanted to be, on the bed and well fucked.
She fought desperately in her head. The war was over her girls. She actually thought of giving them to Ben for his pleasure. Jealousy flared in her body and she knew she could not. She already shared him with half the women of the town, she could not share him with her own virgin daughters. Why didn't she ask them? That would be only logical, wouldn't it? Before she said a definite "no," she really ought to talk to the girls.
In her demented head talking to her daughters seemed the logical thing to do. What other mother but a mother with a horny hole would think so logically?
Her young girls were in their bunk beds in the middle bedroom and the light was still on.
Diane gathered her courage, pulled her robe tightly around her quivering, nervous body, straightened her shoulders and walked into her daughters' room.
"About ready for bed, girls?" she asked with a fake smile on her white face.
The girls did not seem to notice how white she was. They laughed and giggled, typical of young girls. Pillows got thrown from the top bunk to the bottom and shrieks of delight sounded noisily.
Diane nervously cleared her throat. "I want to talk to you girls." She wrung her hands feeling the cold, clammy sweat. She brushed a nonexistent hair from her forehead. He; knees wobbled and she sat down on the lower bunk with her youngest daughter, Debby.
Both girls looked at her with wide eyes.
Diane felt stupid. How could she bring herself to this point? How would she ever have the nerve to talk to her girls about fucking Ben? She had to be crazy.
"What do you wanna talk about, mama?" young Debby asked.
Diane could not manage to get the lump out of her throat, much less the words out of her mouth. She shrugged her shoulders and stumbled out of the bedroom with tears in her eyes. No way could she do it. She could not let Ben have her innocent little girls.
The light went out in the girls' room and Diane presumed them asleep.
She went to her bedroom to crawl into bed when the phone rang.
"Hello? Oh, Ben ... yes, the girls are asleep ... you watched the light go out through the window... yes, they're asleep ... I love you, baby .. . no, I couldn't do that... but, I love you . .. doesn't that mean anything to you .. . yes, I wanna fuck you .. . yes, I love you ... No! I will not let you mess around with my daughters! No! Please. .. that's not fair... I love you so much . .. and you want me to let you fuck my virgin daughters .. . it's not right.. . please, Ben . .. please ... all right, go to hell .. . yes, I can manage to live alone for the rest of my life ... yes, without your cock... I will not permit anything to happen to my girls ... I love them too much to sacrifice them just because I'll probably die without your love ... go to hell, Ben!"
Diane slammed the phone and tears sopped her face. Her shoulders wracked as she wept her heartbreak. Her nose was plugged. She sniffled and sobbed her torment and finally fell asleep, tired of it all, one more time in a hopeless situation, unable to cope .. .
The girls had heard it all. Neither said a word to the other, but their young hearts were nearly broken that dear mama could not have her lover. Just because of them. Their mother protected them from . .. what they were dying to know about and experience! Both virgins had the urge, the desire to find out for themselves just what fucking was all about. So why not with the man next door? Then their mama could have him back to fuck her.
It was big sacrifice to each young virgin, but happily each decided to help mama! Also to help themselves and find out about, oh, so many things that bothered them, kept them awake at night wondering... Wow, now each would know! Firsthand! From experience!
The little girls fell asleep to the sound of their mama and her tears of sorrow. Each virgin knew in her own heart that mama would soon be happy again. It was up to each young girl to help mama and each knew she would. Donna and Debby slept so well that night knowing each would help mama back to happiness and each would soon know what life was all about. It was time for each young girl to share and help and each loved mama so much it was only right for things to be out of mama's hands and the girls would do their own things and share in the responsibilities of mama's joy . . . and the girls secretly tingled with excitement!
Diane could not sleep in her tormented condition. She lay awake tossing and turning all night wishing her darling Ben was true to her and knowing he was not and never would be, but to demand her daughters . .. well, that was too much! She lay in her flowered bed dreaming of Ben's cock, his hot kisses, his warm arms, until she saw dawn break over the hills of the valley.
So she was a failure in love, she could at least be a good mother. She crawled out of bed and padded down the hallway through the living room and into the kitchen. She would put her efforts to some good use and prepare her daughters a breakfast that was delicious.
Her eyes were puffy, her nose was red and stuffed. She felt dragged out as if she had been on an all-night drunk. She dragged her body around the kitchen as she prepared bacon and eggs and toast. The smell of the perking coffee was a delight to her tired bones. Absently she looked out the window to check if Ben's truck was gone. Mostly from habit she checked on the man next door. It was sort of a thing with her. Almost as if he was her husband only without all the work of laundry and ironing, Diane checked to see if Ben was gone or at home. She knew that if the weather was rainy Ben would not work and she usually hoped he would call her to meet him someplace. If the weather was sunny, she knew he was at work. She kept track of the time he got home every night.
She knew when he played pool, when he took his camper to the desert, when he felt well and when he was sick. What she did not see out of her front window, her friend Sarah told her. There were always those times when neither Diane nor Sarah knew where he was. .. and those times bothered Diane because she knew there was somebody else in her Ben's big, strong, warm arms.
Diane could almost die when she thought about Ben and another woman. Sarah did not bother her because Sarah had a right to him. After all, she was his wife. The other women in his life Diane did not know about for sure, because Ben would not talk. Sarah did not know either, nor did she care. Sarah didn't know about Diane, naturally.
Ben was close mouthed about his exploits and Diane felt like she was his only love even though she knew she was not. Sarah told her about the others in the past but Sarah did not mention the present. Ben would not dream of talking about his women and he never said a nasty word about his wife except that she wouldn't put out to him.
Diane kept close tabs on Ben and now, as she looked out her window, her heart skipped a beat. His yellow construction truck was in the driveway. She could see the very back of the yellow bed with the tailgate chained.
She smelled the bacon and scurried to whisk it out of the pan. She could not let her meat burn just because she was nosy enough to be gawking out the window.
It was really strange that Ben had such a hold on her heart. Diane did not usually fall in love that easily. Now she was in way over her head.
She tried to put all thoughts of Ben out of her head. She called her daughters, fed them, watched them get ready for school and saw them off. The girls left at different times, and someplace in there, between the time Donna left and Debby went on her way, the yellow truck disappeared from next door.
Diane sank into her depressed state of mind. She drank coffee and smoked one cigarette after another and listened to her stereo music with tears in her eyes. She had no desire to go looking for a job, she was not interested in anything but her Ben and her slobbering twat. ..
She did not know the sacrifice her oldest daughter was about to make.
Donna had gone around the neighbor's mobile home on her way to the bus. She smiled warmly at Ben as he came out the back door carrying his lunch bucket. Her young heart fluttered at what she was about to do with the nice man from next door.
"Hi. Will you give me a ride to the front of the park?" Donna asked innocently in her little school-girl voice.
Ben smiled, his beautiful white teeth glistened. "Hop in." He appeared very business-like as he climbed into his truck, chucked his lunch bucket up on the back of the seat and started the engine.
Donna felt thrilled. There was something about the crispy cold air outside and the warm, secure inside of the truck, something so very different. The smell of the man next to her flared her nostrils. The heavy clank of his lunch bucket and the solidly sturdy sound of the truck motor ... all of it so different. Donna did not know any of the usual sounds and smells of a man since her daddy had left when she was so small. The very idea of just getting into the construction truck with a big man was thrilling. The way he smiled at her warmed her right down to her toes. His firm grasp on the wheel, his sure way of shifting, his smile ... everything about him intrigued the young girl.
Donna lived in a world filled with women, her mother, her sister, her school teachers, her Sunday School teacher, almost everybody she knew was a woman. Sarah came to visit her mother which was another woman. The world of women was so different from being with this man. Donna's world was full of high strung women with feminine voices, feminine remarks and thought and ways and even to hands ... all female.
The boys at school were just that... boys.
Sitting in the truck with a man was something very different and Donna loved it all. Things that most people took for granted were different for the little girl. The power of the truck in comparison to the smooth ride in the car .. . the smell of aftershave compared to perfume ... the strong hands on the wheel instead of her mother's delicate ones ... the low, sexy softness of his voice compared to the woman's voice she usually heard ... the smell of leather, the heavy boots, the Levi's, the heavy sheep lined coat with the big collar .. . almost like the Marlboro man ... everything about this man was fascinating to the young girl! When he smiled at her she felt so very special, so warmed, so content. She even liked the sight of his breath on this chilly, frisky morning.
Donna thought this man was really something special, like nothing she had ever known. A man was something she was not really very familiar with and so far she was absolutely astonished with wonder at all the new experiences he brought with sights, smells, sounds. A man was someone to be put up on a pedestal, really somebody very special, somebody the young girl actually knew nothing about but was ever so anxious to learn about!
Being with Ben in the truck was a very exciting experience to the young girl. The short ride through the tree-lined streets of the mobile home park was like never before, even though she had taken that ride for years. She felt something exciting stir in her young body just because she was with this man and she was not about to let go of the feeling.
Ben drove to the end of the tree-lined lane at the entrance of the park and stopped the truck at the road where Donna was to catch the school bus.
She looked at the group of kids in a huddle at the bus stop. They were all bundled up for the cold weather, just barely freezing, and a cloud of white hovered over the group, hot air from warm bodies hitting the cold air.
Donna looked at Ben next to her, smiled and made no effort to get out of the truck. Her brown eyes met his blue ones and she sizzled with excitement. She did not want to leave the truck, his company, the security of being with a MAN!
She had had the idea of giving herself to Ben for her mama's sake when she got into the truck. Somewhere between then and now the young girl had changed her mind. She wanted to give herself to this man for herself, for the stimulation of just being with him ... a man, strong, confident, sure, solid, secure, making her feel all warm and comfortable in the rough-riding truck with the steamed-up windows and the windshield wipers banging back and forth clearing a place for his vision.
It seemed an eternity that the two sat facing each other in the steamed up truck. Her brown eyes were held by his smoldering blue, thickly lashed, demanding eyes which seemed to engulf the child in a fantasy land of happy oblivion. She was not a good seductress and did not know the words or actions. She sat like a lump of simmering flesh at his command.
Ben said nothing. He shoved the truck into gear and drove off down the road smiling openly. He had it made! He all but could feel her young, warm, yielding snatch open up for his pulsating cock. He breathed heavily at the thought of sinking his prick deep into the virgin child's sweet twat and feeling her young, strong, vibrant muscles tuck his cock deeply into her being.
Not a word was said between the two as Ben headed down the road. He put his big hand on her thigh and patted her like a father would. His face was alive with happiness and he smiled down on the youngster.
Donna had no idea where he was taking her and she didn't much care. He was such a nice man and she knew he would not hurt her. Actually, fear was not even in her vocabulary.
She felt his big, warm hand on her shapely thigh and the heat of him pressed through her cords to singe into her young, firm flesh. She quivered happily. His big hand was so different from her mother's small one. His arm against her young, jutting breasts was so much bigger, stronger than what she was used to. Hesitantly, yet she had to do it, she put one small hand to the upper arm of his heavy coat to feel... and, oh yes, his arm had solid muscles whereas her mother's were soft.
When she saw him look down on her slender shape she quickly withdrew her exploring hand. Her face flushed burning red. Her embarrassment blazed openly, but when she felt his big hand pat her thigh, she knew everything was all right. He understood.
Donna put her hand back on his arm and loved the feel of the heavy jacket. She looked up into his friendly face and smiled shyly. She had the okay from him by his look. She had to experiment on him and find out all the new and wonderful things that are part of a man's world.
She wanted to touch him ... to feel what his face felt like right after a shave. She put her hand backside to his cheek and beamed with joy at the warmth and smoothness of his tanned face. She traced down over his firm jaw to his neck and felt the fiery pulsations throb in his neck. She was tickled pink with her new discoveries and she about did a flip when she felt his warm, damp lips on her hand kissing the softness of the backside. Even though he could not give her his complete attention, he had to watch the road, the attention he did give her with his sort of sideways kiss stimulated the girl's glands. She had never felt a man's lips on her, and his kiss, even though it was more of a brush of a kiss, was so different from the usual kiss on the cheek from her mother. Sparks flew around in her young body as they traveled on down the road.
Donna dropped her hand to her lap and felt his hand hot on her thigh. She looked at the big hand with thick fingers, strong muscles seemed to make a design on the back of his hand. His blood veins stood out and made his hand a thing of delight to her. His big nails, his strong-looking hand with sparse hair, leading to his wrist. She touched the back of his hand with her soft, little exploring fingers and turned his hand over. Harsh, tough skin felt like leather to her softly lotioned hand. He had the beautiful hands of a man who worked hard, callused, tough, firm and strong. Just to touch his leathery palm made her feel little and very dependent and dainty.
Her gaze went to his massive chest coated with the fine, lush material. So wide and heaving! His jacket came to his hips and covered most of the fly of his Levi's, but the youngster saw his bulge. Big! Wow! His thighs were solidly stocky, pressing tightly against his pants. He was absolutely wonderful!
Donna decided she loved men! She sighed at her pleasure. Her small, delicate fingers touched his body here and there, feeling a whole new world of manhood, thick thighs, slender waist, full massive chest.. ." Leather, sturdy Levi's, solid hot flesh. All her senses were vitally alive with wonder as she smelled him, his leather, touched him and his heavy, coarse materials, gazed upon his body, his hands, his dark face, his heavy boots and heard his labored breathing and his soft spoken voice, low and sexy. He was something else! She loved all of him, his total being, his strength, his manhood! All so very different to her! Different and wonderful! Good and glorious! She felt so like a woman with him... she could hardly wait to see that bulge in his pants but she dare not touch that! Not yet! Maybe ... later ...
"You sure you want to go with me?" he asked huskily, his body on fire with lust. "What about school," she said flatly.
"I don't like school," she said flatly.
"Oh? Why not?" he asked, trying to concentrate on the road, yet being so aware of this very feminine child next to him ... alone, unafraid, ready for a new and exciting experience, eager to venture into his world.
She shrugged her shoulders and continued her touching and exploring of his body. She loved the sound of power from the truck. Everything in his world seemed so big, husky, and solid. She adored everything and the feeling of being taken care of. Oh, her mother took care of her, but in a womanly way and always subject to emotions bubbling out. With Ben, the world had a serene, peaceful atmosphere, one of sureness, security.
She leaned her young face against his shoulder and felt like a princess being carried off by her prince, not on a white horse, but almost as romantic for the teenage romanticist.
The truck bounced off the main road and onto a bumpy, dirt one. Ben had both hands on the wheel to keep the four-wheel-drive vehicle on the rocky and rutted road. He drove on up the side of the mountain and brought the truck to a halt under an old oak tree.
Donna thought this the most beautiful, perfectly peaceful place in the whole world. They were alone and no one to give orders, no rules, no regulations, no mobile park managers to tell Ben where he could park and where he couldn't, no mother to tell her she should be in school, no teachers to tell her to be quiet and do her work ... just Ben, and he liked and approved of everything she did. The place was so quiet, no traffic, no hum of cars, airplanes, just perfect peace out in the country ... and perfect security. She was safe out here with her neighbor man, safe from snakes or bobcats or anything. Donna just knew Ben could wrestle a wild animal into submission ... he was so strong and big!
He was her knight in shining armor ... her hero! She was the helplessly-in-love little princess at his command.
Her immature childish thoughts merged comfortably with her womanly desires and urges. She looked at him and the sparkle in his blue eyes was like a blaze of stars sparkling across a great blue sky and reflected in the beauty of deep pools of absorbing coolness.
She felt his husky arm encircle her shoulders and pull her to his big body. She let herself be manipulated by his strong arms and found herself wrapped into his body, held, ever so warmly and tenderly as he bent his feverish face to hers and kissed her moistly. She had never been kissed by a man! The feel of his damp, hot tongue slipping between her lips thrilled her to rapture. She felt lightheaded and flighty as his big hand touched her young, firm breast inside her heavy coat. She quivered at every squeeze on her tittie, feeling hot and steamy, cold and flushed hot! Wow! This was something much better than she had dreamed!
For a minute she remembered what her mother had always said to her. "Don't let anybody touch your boobs or get between your legs. It's nasty and dirty and vulgar!" What was the child to do? Here she was out in the middle of nowhere. She could not get away if she wanted to. She would just have to stash her mother's advice in the trash part of her mind and let it all hang out and enjoy! Her mother didn't mean anything like that with Ben, anyway. Her mother loved Ben. Jealousy flared in her young heart. She put it out because she had Ben here and now and she could hardly wait for the next wonderful, wildly exciting feeling to happen to her body!
She heard his wild gasps for breath and smiled to herself. She was a woman and she excited this man. How neat! How adult!
Donna shook wildly as his big, hot hand slipped between her sweltering thighs. She was slightly embarrassed that her pants were dampish. He would probably think she had wet them . .. and she had not! She did not know what had happened down there, but she did not like feeling wet. Sort of like a naughty little girl who had wet her pants and that was not nice, her mother had told her so when she was a child.
"Hmmmmmmmm, feels so good and hot and damp," Ben whispered hotly into her ear.
Donna flinched at his words. She didn't think she should feel hot and damp.
"What's the matter, honey? You afraid of me?" he asked drawing his head back to look her full in the eyes.
She shook her head.
"What's the matter? Don't you like my hand down there?"
"Yeah, but.. . what you said ... hot... dampish ... I don't know .. ." she stammered.
"That's a good way to feel, baby. I like it. That's the way it should be," he soothed.
"Really?" she asked, relieved.
"Really," he smiled. "Just relax. If something's wrong I'll tell you. Just enjoy yourself and feel good. Relax, honey." His voice was so soft and low that she felt the vibrations from him clear through her chest.
"What're you gonna do to me?" she asked shyly.
"Whatever feels good to you," he assured her.
"I don't. .. know ..." she quivered. She did not want to appear so dumb, but she could not help it, she was dumber than hell when it came to men and sex and all that. She was just getting into sex education at school and nothing had been mentioned about the feelings she was having. She might not be feeling the way she should .. . she didn't know.
"Will you please relax. If you don't like what I do, tell me and I'll quit. I wish you would quit worrying. Everything's fine ..." he soothed.
Ben picked up a note of fear from the way the young girl trembled in his arms. It had been so long since he had been her age. He could not imagine what she was upset about. He felt really funny, for even though he was fifty, he felt like fifteen, young, strong, virile, handsome with no lines of leathery age in his face. He was young again with this child .. . and he was dumb not to know she was afraid of his cock, for she had never seen one, didn't know what a cock felt like, how big it was, how long ... She was so inquisitive, yet afraid to openly ask him if she could see and feel, and afraid to let him go ahead and get all hot and bothered and maybe out of control. Ben did not remember the fears of a virgin, for it had been so long since he had had a virgin or been one, almost like another time and planet in space.
"Are we . .. gonna do .. . it?" she asked, softly, in a whisper.
"Only if you want to," he assured her.
"I.. . don't know ..." she said, hesitantly.
"Ahhhhhhhh, do you want to see what's in my pants? Is that it?" he asked.
Donna nodded and felt her face blush beet-red.
"I'm sorry, baby, for being so stupid. It's just that I haven't been with so young and inexperienced a girl for so long. You tell me what you want, and if I go too fast for you, stop me. Please, help me, honey, because I'm not sure anymore just how to treat sweetness like yours. Will you? I'm really sorry to be so dumb ..."
Donna knew he took the blame to ease her tensions. He was so nice! She waited, making no effort to touch his fly. She let him unbutton his Levi's, reach inside his butt-hugger shorts and flip out his cock!
Donna was astonished! Amazed! His penis did not look at all like the sketches in her sex education class! His stood up tall and straight, swack tight against his hairy belly and it did not have the dangling, swollen mushroom crown on it like she had expected! His cock was so different!
Donna put her index finger on the soft, velvety foreskin and was absolutely amazed at the wonderful feeling. Soft! Like baby skin! Her finger traced over the top of his cockhead which barely showed from its nest in the soft, tender foreskin. Donna's fingers felt around his sturdy cock and she was horrified at the huge size of it. .. and the way it pulsated. That thing would never go inside her, she just knew it wouldn't.
"It's sooo big," she awed.
"Not really, honey. Maybe to you ... but there are men with a lot more than I've got," he assured her.
The young girl fingered and felt and fondled and touched and her excitement zoomed through her quivering body. She was hot and her face felt feverish as she watched her fingers explore around his steamy, musky crotch.
Ben had had it! He had to take things into his own hands or blow his sperm right there and he didn't want to cum . .. yet! He had only been tormented and teased by her innocence up until now. He pushed the young girl to her own side of the truck cab and leaned over her small body. He kissed her hotly, wetly, and speared his thick tongue into her mouth. "SUCK IT," he commanded between huffs and puffs of gasping breath.
Donna was startled by his quick actions, his stabbing tongue. She had no idea of what he had in mind as he bodily pushed her up against the door. She felt the cold steel against her head, the freezing cold of the window on her cheek and was startled into alertness by the quick change of position and cold that hit her all at the same time. She could not move her head since his tongue was hot in her mouth, holding her face in one place while his fingers dug and pulled on her pants, lifted her small, rounded ass to get her pants all the way off of her while his mouth kissed, his tongue darted wildly and she was lost in his wild, frantic breathing, gasping, and movements.
Her eyes were wide open! She resisted his hands pulling down her pants but her strength did not match his. She was cold and embarrassed to be half-naked while his hands separated her thighs. She could not handle this!
"Sit right there!" Ben commanded, banging into the dash, kicking roughly against the floor, the door banging his pelvis against the steering wheel.
So much noise, loud, banging! The rumblings of his boots against the floor board, his quick movement as he struggled to get between her wide-spread thighs, the cold hitting her bottom all of a sudden, her pants gone! Donna felt her head bang against the cold pane of glass as her body was moved, adjusted, and the big man's hand was on the pit of her belly that felt so gutsy, holding her in position as he slid down .. . down .. . down on her.
Donna was astonished, startled, completely at a loss! She was moved, pushed up, slid to the side and planted firmly on her ass in just the right place ... for Ben to kiss her belly, tongue into her navel, nibble hotly on down to her pussy hair!
This was too much! Donna could not handle this action! She gasped hotly, tried to move and struggled to get free! She felt all wet in her virgin trench and was so unsure of herself, frantic with unknown emotions, nervous about her damp snatch, in a passionate frenzy!
What was he doing to her? God! He had his tongue licking his lips nibbling into her pubic hair! My God! She was loaded with excitement like a highly explosive bomb ready to go off and not knowing just when or how or anything about it!
Donna squirmed, slithered under his hot, saliva spewing mouth and could not escape what had to be bad! It felt so good! Had to be nasty! Burned into her soul, tormenting, agonizing, satisfying her down to her toes! Strange, new experience of having his tonguetip into ... her wet slit. .. tongue and nibble across her fluttering clit... nuzzle in her pink softness to nibble at her spasming snatch . .. tongue to her asshole, burrow into her quivering, shaking, hysterical twat slit. ..
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she hissed, gasping for breath, trying to move her pelvis away from his mouth, pent-up emotions flaring wildly.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM-MUUUUUUUUUUUU-TJUUUUMMMMMMMMMMM," Ben moaned hotly, licking, nibbling, blowing his hot, scorching breath up her sweet, tight snatch!
Donna heard the truck door open and felt a shift in Ben's position as he backed his ass out of the cab, kept hovering over her half-naked body, kept his face full into her virgin, soft folds of pink labia, nipping on her rigid peak, sucking her juices into his mouth. She felt her legs spread wider with one heel up on the back of the seat and the other on the floor of the truck. His fingers held her lips wide apart, making her little, virgin clit more erect, and his face hot in her lush slit! She squirmed wildly, now knowing what she felt, but she had never felt so wildly frantic gutsy, frenzied, excited! Her head was feverishly light, her heart raced as she looked down her flat belly and saw his dark head bobbing between her legs!
" AAAAAAAAA AAGGGGGGGGGGNN-NNNNNNNN ... OOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEE-IIIIIIIIII, I CAN'T... STAND IT! PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ..." she screamed, twitching, moving her butt, slithering in his hands which were partly on her hips, partly spreading her labia, flat on her belly ... all over her!
The wild sounds of sucking and slurping filled her roaring ears like waves with hot blood rushing from her pounding heart! She sweat! Squirmed! The wet sounds seemed to magnify, get richer, heavier sounding as he sucked into her wide-open trench, lathering her with his hot, thick saliva, wallowing in her sweet juices, burning his feverish face into the folds of sweet labia, tonguing into the cream and swallowing her juices, flicking his darting tongue across her jutting clit and circling around and around her spasming twat!
Donna was hysterical with unknown, indescribable emotions! Her dark hair curled wetly to her pussy and inner thighs as he lunched, devoured her pussy! Sweet meat! Hot, wet, spasming, clutching, snapping at his digging, darting mouth and tongue! God, what a tongue! Magnificent!
Donna was out of it! Wild with frenzy! Virgin, unstable emotions rumbled through her body igniting her to a fiery passion, urging her into the unknown land of ecstasy ...
She felt his hot tongue circle her snatch, around and around, driving her wild! She doubled up with ecstasy, bliss, rapture when he stuck his tongue into her hole! Wiggled it! Sent her soaring to heavenly bliss! Fireworks, sky rockets, stars ... the whole shot blazed across her vision as her body was on fire, blazed, burned with unknown desires, lusts, cravings!
She felt his hot face inch up her lower belly, kissing, tonguing, nipping at her hot flesh. On up he came lathering her young body with fiery kisses, keeping her highly pitched with lust and passion. She felt his hot mouth between her young breasts, on her neck, kissing, tonguing, nipping, nibbling on her ears, laving at her ears, one at a time with his thick, wet tongue ... laying into her ears gobs of wet, drowning spit making her head ring with the waves of emotion and spit!
"OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYYYYYYY GOD! E E E E IinmiOOOOOOO . .. NNNNNGGGGGG, UUUUUUUMMMMMM, IIIIIIIIEEEEEAAA. .. I FEEEEEEEEL IT!" she screamed, feeling his hot, blistering cockhead snubbed to her frothing, virgin hole.
Ben nuzzled his flushed face to her ears, one side of her hot neck and then the other, while his hips dug from one direction and forced in the other trying to get his eager, throbbing, pulsating prick inside her virgin land of paradise.
Every move the child made was sensuously erotic to the big man hovering over her virgin, inviting, stimulating pussy! He felt the nozzle of his cock inside her tight, taut twat!
"HHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMM he managed to mutter heatedly, holding her body, pressing his over hers, engulfing her with his massiveness.
"IT HURTS! IT HURTS! DON'T! IT HURTS!" she screamed hysterically.
"Lay still, quit fighting it, relax ... don't make me pull out... I hurt so for you ... lay still... I'm not gonna hurt you ..." he gasped, keeping his cockhead in place, not moving it in and not yielding to her screams of pressured pain.
"DONT! IT HURTS! I'M BLEEDING! GET OFF ME! GOD IT HURTS, IT HURTS... IT HURTS . . . SOOOOOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!" she squealed in delight, fading into ecstasy.
Ben humped his ass over hers and plunged hot into her sweet, tight, clasping, virgin tunnel and pumped it to her! Faster and faster he sawed his cock in and out, in and out of her super, sweet, lush twat, feeling her hot blood run down his eager, pulsating shaft! His balls smacked wetly to her wide-spread slit, wallowing in the buttery thick juice of her orgasm and blood!
" A A A AAAAHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGG-GGNNNNNNNNNOOOOIIIIIIEEEEE . . ." she shrieked, falling from her high perch of passion into the glory of being swallowed up in engulfing orgasm, his hot hands, his stiff shaft, his total being holding her, enveloping her body inside his, holding, kissing, caressing . .. punching his rugged cock in ... out... in . .. out... in ... in ... in ... in ... grinding... in .. . grinding .. . in ... in, in, in, grinding, faster and faster, totally possessing her virgin cunt, grinding all innocence out of her tight, virgin twat!
"Humph ... humph .. . humph ..." he grunted low in his throat.
The rich smell of her juices and hot blood seeped to his nose, the wet slapping sounds of his testicles filled his ears, the heaven of her snatch ...
"UUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHH, AAAAAAAGGGGGNNNNHHHHHHHH . . . I'MMMMMMMM CUUUUUMMMMIIINNNGGG," he whispered, rasped lowly in her ears, moaned hotly.
It was like her head was hollow as the words of his hot passion resounded over and over in her head as her own flow of cum mixed hotly with his ...
"I'M CUMMING... I'M CUMMING. .. I'M CUMMING ... I'M CUMMING ... I'M CUMMING," over and over the words echoed through her dizzy, ringing head, her ears roaring with waves of his spit, hot breath, dizzily reeling her swaying head.
Her nakedness, wet with sweat, was plastered tightly to his pelvic area.
The young girl was limp, drained of all her juices, innocence, inquisitive ideas... She lay still under his big body and felt the quivering and shaking of his total being, the jerking, wiggling of his spewing cock, the wallowing in of his hot, drained testicles. Oh, his sweet balls burned so warmly into her cum drenched trench, burning, blazing into her bubbling, gurgling sweetness, owning her, loving her, completely possessing her snatch crack ...
"OOHHHHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYYY BABYYYYYYYY, SWEET BABYYYYYYYYYYYY," he muttered lowly into her ear, kissing away the tears of fright and fear. "You're so sweet, so sweet..."
Donna lay with his cock inside her, feeling the oozing of his sperm, loving the smell of his thick juice, adoring being held by this big man, basking in his heat, his love, his tenderness .. . She felt his cock shrink a little at a time, leaving more and more cum in its trail... loving his prick, worshiping his cockhead, loving all of him!
She looked into his eyes and saw the dazed look across his used-to-be sparkling blue. He looked like a different person, smoldering, lustful, passionate in his orgasm. His tender hands caressed her body, slipped her bra up and off her jutting titties and she lost his sight as he put his face to her chest, burrowed hotly between her two warm breasts, licking hotly at the fleshy mounds of creamy white skin capped with pink rosy nipples ... His hot mouth opened softly, and tenderly he relished her ravishing breasts, enraptured by her captivating youth and beauty. His eyes were closed while he tried to nibble her warm, ample breasts, he was entranced, lost, nibbling, nipping to his heart's content on the most celestial breasts he had ever tasted, kissed, fondled. His thick lashes curled, his breath, singed on her naked flesh, his mouth wallowed on her lovely titties.
Donna was so peaceful, almost in heavenly oblivion, feeling his cock shrink smaller and smaller inside her sweet snatch. She was flooded with his cum, locked in place by his cock, pressed warmly by his soft, wrinkled testicles.. . She was all aglow, squishy with pleasure, melty soft and warm by the luscious loving she had just gotten ... madly in love with a man old enough to be her father and then some. Oh, this wonderful neighbor with the tremendous warmth, the fantastic ability to make her feel like a real woman. Oh yes, Donna could see why her mother was mad for him....
Donna's supreme sacrifice of her maidenhead was sooooo worth it all! Ben was too good to be true, and yet Donna would share him with her mother. She only hoped he would not forget her soon. She adored him, his cock, his everything and the next time, if there was a next time, she would eagerly go down on him like he had gone down on her. There was nothing dirty or filthy about going down on anybody ... only excruciating, beautiful, fantastic, unbelievable joy and pleasure ... erotic splendor ... heavenly rapture, ecstasy!
Donna cooled down to being rational about things and realized she was cold, very cold from the wind blowing in the truck door. Not shy anymore, for she had lost her cherry and been sucked and blown, she pulled her older lover up over her, and he dragged his limp cock over her face, so he got to the driver's side of the truck. As he dragged his spent prick, the young girl took nibbles of his hot flesh, licks of his spent cum, and nuzzled for a short, warm moment to his super soft testicles ... and he plunked down on the cold leather upholstery.
"Brrrrrrrr," he shuddered, rubbing his hands together, starting the motor and the heater.
Donna looked at her master, worshipfully, adoringly. She took his hands in hers and kissed them, the palms, the fingers, between the sturdy fingers ... licking, tonguing them.
She looked into the face of her bronzed idol, all glisteny and shining with sparkles from her trench juice. He had to be the best lover!
CHAPTER SIX
Diane spent the next few days in bed .. . alone! Nothing to get up for. No lover waiting for her. Her life had dropped out of existence. She cried and wept tears of remorse, sorrow. God, she could not give her daughters to Ben and she could not tolerate life without him ... so she mourned and cried.
Young Debby felt so sorry for her mama. She wished she could get Ben alone, but he seemed quite occupied with his work and his wife was always around. Her style was slightly cramped. How could she ever get Ben alone and do whatever he wanted her to do to make mama happy if she never saw him alone? Debby wanted to help mama, but seemed unable to get close enough to Ben to even let him know she would do . .. whatever.
Donna smiled a lot and was gone more evenings than before ... to the library she said, to do homework, but Debby knew in her heart that Donna had a new boyfriend at school, or why else would she smile so much?
Donna smiled.
Mama cried.
Debby tried to get Ben alone.
Ben was so inspired by Donna's twat, he forgot about Debby and Diane. He sneaked to fuck the fourteen-year-old brunette and never suspected that the thirteen-year-old blonde was trying to seduce him, to captivate him, to allure him, to get him alone! Diane never entered his head at all. His wife never did, except he had to sneak to avoid her, he didn't want to get caught with a child, fucking. Maybe Diane would forgive him, especially if he gave her a good fuck and pleaded with her for she was so in love with him he could tell her anything and she would fall for his snow job ... But, his wife? Sarah was not interested in fucking but she would kill him if she actually caught him fucking anybody else especially a child. She would think he truly was a dirty old man. She thought so now, but if she saw him with Donna, she would know he was dirty, perverted, vile. His wife might kill him for he was worth more to her dead than alive, anyway. So Ben sneaked to fuck his little neighbor girl and she sneaked to fuck him and both of them were fuckingly happy, only Debby was after Ben for making her mother cry, and Diane could not find an established pattern to his behavior, anymore. Diane of course could say nothing to his wife and his wife said nothing to her, so everybody was foundering around with problems ... except Donna and Ben.
Debby made up her mind that she would get Ben. She would do what he wanted her to do and then her mother would stop crying! Debby left for school earlier than usual that morning. Her heart was heavy with sorrow for her weeping mother. Debby had to do something! Her mother could not stay in bed crying for the rest of her life! Debby would help! The young girl slipped out of her mobile home, walked around the neighbor's and crawled in the back of Ben's truck and hid under a big tarp. She shivered as the mornings were still cold even though the days were warming up a little. She thought forever went past before she heard the truck doors slam and the motor start up.
Debby didn't know exactly what she was going to do but at least she was started in doing whatever it was she was to do. She was in Ben's truck, but why had both doors slammed? Or did Ben slam his door twice? Why worry, Ben was driving the truck and when it stopped Debby would act on impulse, play it by ear.
She bounced along in the bed of the truck under the tarp and tried to figure where they were by the turns and bouncy rocks or smooth pavement. She was about frozen within a very few minutes. Maybe she ought to bang on the cab window and ask him to let her inside the truck cab so she could thaw out. She was freezing cold! She knew they were well out of the park so she might as well tap on the window as to freeze her buns off in the back of the truck. The young blonde moved under the tarp and freed her head. Her long hair blew wildly in the wind, the icy air blinded her vision and made tears flood her face as she tried to get to the back window of the cab. Before she even got to the window, and while the wind played havoc with her face and blew torrents of cold, fiercely bitter wind through her hair, the truck stopped abruptly, the cab door opened and Ben was standing beside the truck bed.
"What are you doing in the company truck?" Ben asked a bit harshly.
"I'm so cold," Debby shuddered.
"Come on over here and let me help you inside. Don't you know you're not supposed to be back here? This is the company truck and you might get hurt! It's too damned cold .. . look at you ... a freezing, shaking mess. Why aren't you on your way to school like you're supposed to be? What's gotten into you?" he asked, grabbing the youngster and lifting her out of the back of the truck. He held her close like a little baby and carried her to the cab.
He tucked her inside the truck and banged the heavy, solid doors closed behind him as he got inside with her.
Debby shivered, trying to get all of her long blonde hair out of her brown eyes. She wiped her tears away with the back of her hand and felt Ben's big hand over hers rubbing to warm her. The motor roared and the heater blasted hot air into the cab. She felt a body next to her on the passenger side and turned to look straight into the brown eyes of her sister.
Donna looked frightened, her face white as snow. She just knew she and Ben had been caught by her little sister. Horror filled her shaking body, only her body did not shake from the cold, just the fact she was caught. She was slightly unhappy about her little sister being in the cab. Now Ben would probably take them both to school and Donna would not get his loving today. After all, she knew she did not want to get caught so he would not want to, either. As much as Donna loved the big man, she did not want her sister to know and she did not want to share him. She forgot that the reason for fucking Ben was to get him back to her mother. Now, all the young girl thought about was her own steaming crotch and she did not want her sister in on the act. She knew her lover would not think of doing it with both of them. Of course not. He loved her. .. and only her, she knew this. The young, innocent, jealous child had to own Ben all the way and had no intentions of sharing him with anyone and especially not her own sister ... and her mother never entered her thoughts. She thought only of her own happiness and not sharing it with anybody. She knew Ben felt the same and why was her sister in the truck, anyway?
Ben tried to warm the little thirteen-year-old girl with his hands as he rubbed circulation into her with his big, warm palms. He took his big hands and rubbed up and down her legs sending warmth into her limbs and jealousy into her sister.
"What were you doing back there? If you wanted a ride to school all you had to do was ask," he grunted, stroking her young body back to warmth.
Debby looked at him, and then at her sister. She was a bit confused. "Are you taking Donna to school?"
"Yeah, and you, too, it looks like," Ben huffed warm air as he worked to warm the little blonde.
"I'm fine now. I feel warm enough," Debby smiled, feeling self-conscious about him touching her. She flushed red and knew she could not tell Ben why she was in the truck .. . not with her sister sitting right there. Besides, Ben would think she was dumb if she told him why she was in the truck and her sister would tell her mother even if she meant only to get Ben back with her mother. Debby could not say a word and she knew she was really stupid to have gotten into this position and, besides, she had been so cold. One thing she could say and that was that Ben had nice, hot hands and made her feel so good. She even felt good inside when he touched her. She got the same feelings as her sister did when she sat beside the big man in the truck .. . safety, security, and warmth. There was just something about the big man that meant everything was okay, no matter what was happening. He was almost like God to the youngster. She probably could whisper to him why she was in the truck and he might laugh a little, but his laugh was always warm and hearty and he did laugh a lot, anyway ... but Debby did not want her sister to know and tell her mother. Debby knew her mother would feel bad if she knew what she was doing . .. even if it was for her mother that she was doing it. Debby winced at the thought of her mother laying in bed, crying all the time.
Ben acted indifferently warm to both girls. He would love them both, shelter them both, warm them both and take care of them. He did not act guilty at all. He acted like it was only natural for him to take one... or both girls to school whenever they wanted. He would not get caught at anything if he acted cool... and he did. Everything was normal, natural with him. It was only normal if he hugged one girl, or both. Just as normal as it was to tickle, to laugh, to romp and play or take care of them in a protective way, and if in the process of one thing or another he happened to touch a breast or thigh, no one could say anything because it was his very nature to be warm, loving, tender, and trusted. He naturally would mean nothing by a slip of the hand here and there, so who could pin anything on him? He'd had kids of his own and had grandchildren and it was normal, natural and sweet of him to be such a tender, nice man.
If he was tender and sweet and hugged everybody, who could say when he meant to fuck and go further? He would just shrug his shoulders and walk away if any insinuations were made. He was just a nice man who loved kids and people . ..except in his heart he loved all females and he knew he got his jollies from a stray touch here and there. He also knew he had a constant hard-on and would fuck at the drop of a hat.. . any hole, any snatch. He still managed to give the illusion of being like a friendly puppy, completely trustworthy, nice, and make each female feel like she was the only woman in his life while he had many in the background.
"Feel warm?" he smiled at Debby, his blue eyes crackling with deviltry.
She nodded. She sat snuggled nice and warm between him and her sister.
Ben fired up the engine and threw in the clutch and shifted the gears and off the three of them lumbered down the road in the company pickup.
Debby wanted to talk to Ben and tell him to please make her mother stop crying. The words caught in her throat as she looked shyly at her sister who was upset with her.
Donna wanted to fuck Ben. She had before and she did not want her sister to interfere with her plans for the big man. Her young heart raced with love for Ben and she wanted to feel his big strong arms around her, making everything fine and exciting and thrilling.
Ben drove with a wicked smile on his face. Here he was with two young girls in the truck. Man, oh, man could he have fun with two young snatches! His ruggedly handsome features seemed to laugh all over, the deeply embedded wrinkles at the corners of his eyes crinkled up as he smiled openly and drove on. His pants were tight over his cock. He felt the thrill of touching Debby. She would be his next conquest. He didn't give it a thought that Donna was in the truck, too. He had never run in fear and he would not be intimidated now. He had a chance to make another virgin child and he would do it. Donna would just have to either look on, join the party or leave. Ben knew she would not leave because he had her securely in his grip of love and tenderness. She would just have to understand that he meant to spread love and joy all over the world. He would make her understand if he could and then he would have two teeny-boppers to fuck. He knew young girls got carried away with their emotions and were slightly difficult to deal with because they all thought their first fucker was the love of their lives, but Ben would make Donna know she was being truly noble to share his cock with Debby or anybody else that came along. Ben would not be tamed or possessed! He never had been and he wouldn't start now, he couldn't! Something in his spirit made him a free soul, never to be owned, possessed, manipulated. He was a wild, free uninhibited being and always would be . .. free to love and live in his own special manner. That was Ben! Free! Untamed! Untied! For he would surely die, wither and blow away if he ever lost his freedom. He was special with his love, special with his sharing. He did not expect to own anyone and no one could own him. It was his nature, his very being to fly freely from flower to flower and spread his love, warmth, and joy.
"My, my, my," he said in his low, sexy voice. "Here I am with the two sweetest little girls in the world and I have to part with them just as soon as I get them to school. Such a shame...."
Each girl had her own thoughts. Donna wanted to fuck him and Debby wanted to do whatever was necessary to help her mama. Both loved the stocky man who drove them on through the cold, brisk morning and neither really wanted to go to school. Donna knew that being with Ben was much more thrilling than any old school class and Debby had to talk to him ALONE!
"What time do you girls have to be at school? I thought I'd stop a minute at this guy's house and have a cup of coffee and you girls could have some hot chocolate ... if you weren't in too much of a hurry."
Both girls shrugged shoulders. Neither really wanted to go to school. Neither of them liked school that much, even though they both got good grades. There was just something stimulating, exciting about being with this big man that sort of discolored the rest of the world.
The girls looked at each other mentally asking of each other if the other would squeal. The girls both knew they would rather go with Ben to any place rather than go to school and neither would tell mama about the day and, besides, each young girl had her own plans for the day ... and Ben.
Excitement stirred through the girls as all three of them got out of the truck and the girls followed Ben to a motel room. They heard the rough pounds on the door and then the girls and Ben waited.
Donna and Debby were all excited about everything, the brisk air, the idea of being at a less-than-nice motel with the big man, even though they both knew he would not let anything happen to them, the very idea of being in a place like this cheap place was different and thrilling. The people who happened to walk by or go to a car or to the office looked strangely rough, like somebody from skid row or what they imagined people like that would look like. They didn't know because they had never been to that part of town, but their imagination ran wild at this new experience. They did see the motel maid as she went about her work of emptying booze bottles and trash. She walked in and out of the rooms with dirty linen, clean linen, bottles, trash, and cleaning rags. Even she looked like whore-bait to the innocent girls. She had frizzie red hair and makeup that appeared to be lathered thickly all over her face, complete with fire-red lipstick.
The motel maid looked at Ben, smiled and waved from down the line of rooms. It seemed that she knew him but that was dumb. Ben wouldn't know her, oh, maybe he spoke to her if he was used to coming over here, but that would be only out of his niceness. Ben would not hurt anybody's feelings.
Donna and Debby huddled in the cold and got closer to Ben as if they were in great danger, which they weren't. Both of them felt secure as they stayed close to the big man. He was their protector.
The door finally opened to the motel room and another construction worker appeared at the door with his hard-hat in his hand.
"Girls, this is Fred," Ben said, winking at Fred. Everyone said hello and Fred looked at Ben in a strange way.
"We thought you'd have the coffee pot on," Ben said, grinning.
"Oh, I'm out of coffee right now," Fred said absently as he looked the young girls up and down, blazing his stare into their crotches and breasts.
'Then, why don't you go and get some?" Ben winked.
"Oh! Oh, yeah, I could do that..." Fred said, walking out the door, turning to look quizzically at the two young girls and stumble out to the truck. He grabbed the keys when Ben threw them through the air.
"Come on in, girls. We'll just sit and wait for a while," Ben said lowly, holding the door open for the two youngsters. He managed a last smile at the motel maid before he disappeared inside and closed the door behind him, locking it securely.
"What a mess!" Donna exclaimed.
"Not as nice as home?" Ben asked, slipping out of his heavy sheep-skin-lined jacket. He tossed the jacket on the swivel rocker in the corner.
"Why would he live in this place?" Debby asked wrinkling up her nose.
"He's got a wife and some kids in another state. He's here for work and as soon as his wife sells their house she and the kids'll be out here. Then Fred'll get a place for his family, but right now he wants to save money and it's hard to do if he's trying to make payments on the house back home and still live out here, you know. I gotta take a leak, I'll be right back," he said and went into the bathroom.
The girls heard his piss hit the toilet water, and he sprayed a long time like a horse.
"What were you doing in his truck?" Donna asked her sister in a loud, raspy whisper.
"What were you doing?" Debby whispered back.
"I was going to get a ride to school. What were you doing in the back of his truck? He never takes you to school!"
"How do you know? How many times has he taken you to school?"
"Lots of times," Donna said haughtily.
"La-tee-da. You don't own him or his truck. I just wanted a ride to school because it's so cold out," Debby said.
"Why were you in the back of his truck then? He didn't know you were back there or that you wanted a ride to school," Donna said putting her hands on her hips and acting strangely like a mother quizzing her child.
Debby shrugged her shoulders.
"What did you have in mind for Ben?" Donna demanded.
"Whatever it would take to make mama quit crying!" Debby blurted.
Donna sank down on the unmade bed. "Yeah," she said quietly, remembering mama and all the tears and the phone call both of them had overheard.
"We gotta do something," Debby said desperately.
"Yeah, I know," Donna agreed, not wanting to remember poor mama, not wanting to share Ben with anybody, and suddenly realizing just how selfish she had been all these weeks.
"When he comes out of there, I'm gonna just ask him what he wants because that phone call said something about both of us girls, remember?" Debby asked her older sister.
"I remember," Donna said regretfully. She was shaken in that remembrance. Her mother had said something about her girls, which would imply both of them. Donna did not want her mama to cry, but she did not want to face up to the fact Ben must have said something about both girls, and after all, it was all for mama that both girls were even in this sleazy motel room listening to Ben's piss hit the water and waiting for him to come out of the bathroom. Donna knew what Ben wanted with both of them, for she had fucked him so many times before. She looked at her sweet little sister and knew how her mother had felt back that day. Donna did not want to share Ben and she did not want to see her sister lose her virginity. Why, she did not know, she just didn't. Sure it was lots of fun to fuck but Donna just could not imagine her little sister with Ben's face in her snatch. Donna was only one year older than her thirteen-year-old sister but she had always taken care of her and she still felt like she should. She knew Ben would not hurt Debby. Donna just could not bare to think Debby was not going to be as pure after this day as she was this morning. It was really strange because fucking had gotten to be a very important part of Donna's life and she could see nothing wrong with it, actually she loved it, but she did not want her sister to grow up. It wasn't just that she did not want her fucking Ben, she did not want Debby to fuck anybody, not even Fred, nobody. Debby was a child! Donna was a woman!
If Debby did not fuck Ben, mama would cry alone. If Debby did fuck Ben, mama would cry because her two little girls had fucked her man and Donna would cry, too, having to share Ben with everybody. There was no winning for the girls and it seemed as if Ben would win no matter which way things went.
The girls looked at each other.
"For mama," Donna said, feeling the pain in her chest and the lump in her throat.
"Yeah, for mama," Debby agreed, not knowing what she was agreeing to. For mama she would do anything.
Ben came out of the bathroom buttoning his Levi's, smiling as usual. He thought how fortunate he was to be in this motel room with two such sweet young girls. His blue eyes looked at his familiar fuck, Donna, and smiled knowingly. He looked openly at her younger sister and he was pleased at what he saw of the little blonde. Sweet, innocent, lovely youth looking back at him with dark eyes, innocently asking questions of him without saying a word. He smiled warmly at little Debby and patted her on the fanny.
"Take your coats off. We'll be here for a while," he said spending all his attention on the youngest sister, making the older sister feel left out and neglected.
Ben sat down on the edge of the rumpled bed and sighed. He punched Debby in the ribs and made her laugh even though she didn't feel much like it.
"Why so quiet?" he asked, tickling her young body and making her double up with laughter.
Debby giggled and gasped for breath as the big man romped after her on the pile of blankets at the foot of the bed, tickling, teasing, and touching her young, warm body with his large hands.
"Glad you finally got warmed up," he laughed, tickling her closer and dangerously closer to her young, firm breasts.
Debby squealed, rolling around on the bed laughing hysterically.
Donna watched from the other side of the bed, trying to control her jealousy, thinking only of mama. Damn! She knew what was going to happen and apparently she was either going to help Ben with her little sister, or possibly that Fred guy would return with the coffee. She knew her time of owning the husky, older man was over. She felt heartsick! For mama she would endure this sacrifice and then for mama both of the girls would have to make the supreme sacrifice of giving Ben back to mama, which is how it all had started out in the first place .. . only nobody would ever be the same again. The virgin girls would not be, they would be young women who knew about fucking. Mama would be sick if she ever found out about Ben and her daughters and Sarah would be cheated one more time by the three women from next door. Donna could see it all and it was happening and there was nothing she could do to stop the rolling, building ball of wild, growing, untamed emotions. ...
Debby rolled and giggled and tossed and turned, feeling Ben's big hands groping on her young body. She liked the feeling of playing with him and the warmth of his hands sent her body spinning in fiery emotions.
She felt thrilled and electrically charged when she felt his big hands touch her little breasts ... for a split second. She wondered if he knew he had touched her private part. Whether he did or not, the young girl knew! She felt nasty and wicked while at the same time she liked it! It was kinda embarrassing to have her sister in the room watching because if Donna wasn't there, Debby would turn so his hands touched her longer. She liked the feeling of shooting sparks in her body and his hands made her feel loaded with sparks, scorching through her.
Ben knew. He was very sure of the way he manipulated the young girl. He put her where he could brush his hands across her in a way he could find out if she was willing or not without showing his full hand of tactics. Since she did not seem to mind, he would go a little further with the young blonde child.
He managed to romp and play with her and have her roll into his hold so that his big hand was at her pussy. When she stopped rolling, her pussy was in his hand and he wiggled his fingers between her legs, high on her thighs right at her pussy, feeling her warmth, her delicious dampness.
He had a rock hard-on! He moved his fingers pushing, prodding into her pussy, loving her sweetness, her young and tender, virgin twat!
Debby lay in his arms, gasping, giggling, and feeling his big hand between her thighs. She had never felt so short of breath before, so excited, so vile and nasty and vulgar. Gutsy! She burned with excitement as his fingers worked between her legs and she felt hot, wicked and, oh, so good! She liked what Ben was doing to her! Her sister could not see his hand on her pussy because her body was over his hand. Debby would let him know she liked it so that sometime in the future when Donna was not around she could do ... what Ben wanted so mama would not cry anymore.
Ben knew he could make this kid and he knew he had made the other one. His heart thumped roughly in his chest as his cock got longer and harder! His prick belted lust into his lower gut. His testicles were up tight under his steaming, pulsating cock as his pants tented more and more with the pressure of his hard cock!
His smoldering, dull blue eyes looked at Donna passionately.
She came to him like the moth to the flame! Willingly, eager, happy to crawl into his grasp. Fiery passion welled up in her young body. She was anxious to give her snatch to her lover, happy that he had not forgotten her! Eager to feel his hot hand on her young body, she snuggled to his other side and felt his hand on her pussy, digging, prodding at her crotch.
Debby watched. It was apparently open season on Ben and he was only too happy to oblige both girls as he lay on his back with a hand between both pairs of legs feeling both hot, little twats through their jeans . .. and moaning, grunting his lust, his aching balls, his erect cock! His breath was short, hot, heavy. His fingers slipped up the flat bellies of both girls, crawled inside their pants to feel both soft, warm bellies.
Oh! More heaven than he should have! God! Two young snatches! A virgin twat and one that he had taken her maidenhead! He would take the other cherry just as soon as he could without rushing her, scaring her, or hurting her! One more time he had to use unbearable control!
"OOOOHHHHH, EEIIIGGNN, HHHHMMMMM, SOOOO GOOOOD," he muttered, sliding his fingers down inside both pairs of pants to both damp nests of pubic hair. "OOOOOHHHH, MYYYYYY GOD!"
He closed his sparkling, devilish eyes which smoldered with desire and lapsed into ecstasy, his fingers poking and prodding both eager, dampish young nests. He had never had it so good! He felt the silky smoothness of sweet young labia, the soft little folds of sleek skin wet with dewy desire, the little patches of darkish hair and blonde hair barely covering the puffy sweet skin, almost as fresh and white and soft as a batch of rising bread.
Automatically his hips began to punch his covered cock up and down as he lay between the two young girls on the bed feeling them up. His Levi's tented as his cock got longer and longer, pounding, pulsating, beating harshly his lustful desires!
Young, experienced Donna could hardly wait! Her slender hips rotated against his firm, solid hip as he dug his fingers into her slippery slit. She felt his firm, thick fingers slide into her cunt crack to ease across her fluttering clit! Thrills shot through her hot body with his every touch to her erotic peak! The young girl shook, shivered with passion just waiting for his next wonderful move and loving what he was doing now! To her, this man was one fantastic thrill after another! Her sweltering body shimmied closer to his hip letting his finger delve into her creaming snatch. She felt her spasming twat nibble on his fingers as she slowly felt the heat of passion swelter through her young, eager body!
Debby was not sure of what to do when she felt his fingers inside her panties. She raised her blonde head to look at her sister on the other side of the big man's heaving chest and saw her sister yield to him and his every movement. Debby lay with her cascade of soft blonde hair falling from her pretty head and watched her sister close her eyes in bliss and smile an almost erotic smile of happiness as she banged her pelvis against his prodding, digging hand. Debby knew that that was the thing to do since her older sister did it, so she lay back down resting her head against his strong shoulder and relaxed into the moist wonderful experience of her young lifetime. She felt his thick fingers touch her most private parts and knew her mother would never approve of this, but her sister did, so Debby let it all hang out to this man.
Strangely new and fantastic things happened inside her young body as he touched her sweet pussy. She felt hot and her sweltering twat boiled over with juices to lather her slick slit. Her snatch wiggled and spasmed hotly as his fingers slid into and around her juicy slit. She felt his finger slide around and around her tender, touchy peak and the youngster thought she would explode with excitement! She had never felt anything so exquisite before. Her emotions did flip-flops through her young, shaking body as she felt his rough, callused fingers tweak her clit!
Debby spiraled into ecstasy right then and there, feeling his fingers dig and probe into her virgin twat, wiggle up her sweet, hot virgin tunnel of love and poke harshly as he spread her twat and tried to force another finger inside to stimulate her still further into heavenly rapture. The young girl pushed her pussy hard against the palm of his hand and felt his finger slip into her vagina just a little further as she did it and she felt sooo hot and sooo good!
"UUUUUMMMM . . . TWO SWEET . .. TWATS... OOHHIIGGN ... SOOOOOO HOT AND TIGHT . .. UUUMMMMMM ... LOVE TO . .. TOUCH . .. FEEL . .. HOT .. . TIGHT . . . HOLES... YOUNG, SWEET GIRLS... OOOIIIEEE," Ben mumbled sort of out of his head with wild lust and the very wonderful position of having two cunts to fuck, both young and so tight around his fingers, clasping, spasming, grabbing. He knew how wonderful each luscious cunt would feel wrapped around his thick, pulsating cock! He could hardly wait to stick it to one of these precious twats!
He would have to wait and take time with Debby since she was so young and the virgin, but he would not have to wait for Donna. She knew his cock so well and he was torridly hot and his cock banged against his belly for instant release!
Both girls were startled as he whipped his hands out of their pussylands and ripped open his fly, stuck his fingers inside and pulled out his rigid cock with one hand as he squirmed out of his pants with the other and kicked off his heavy boots at the same time. His big body lumbered over Donna's flinging her over on her back at the same time with an easy movement.
Debby tried to see his thing. She was all hot and flustered and inquisitive about this whole bit. She moved her young head down to her sister's hip and tried to see the big man's sex organ. She put her head flat on the sheet and looked between the two pelvises ... and saw it! Wow! A real live thing!
His thing looked so big and long! It jerked quickly as he moved it closer to her sister's spread snatch! His hand was on it guiding it right to ...
Debby couldn't see anymore, so she crawled down the bed and between his legs, as she crouched on the floor looking up her sister's snatch, she saw his big, bloated balls hanging and his cockhead snubbed to her sister's spasming hole. The gigantic cock inched inside her sister's hot, leaking, sparkling, juicy twat and Debby saw the thing disappear inch by inch inside her sister's twat until all the thirteen-year-old virgin could see were the big, full balls snug up against her sister's wide-spread slit. Debby saw his flexed buns right before her eyes, his hot nuts against her sister's spread crack and thrilled as he started pushing and pulling, pushing and pulling, forcing his big cock in, in, in and then retracting the shaft, all slippery and glisteny with her hot juice. Debby felt wildly wicked as she crouched on the side of the bed with her hot, flushed face almost at his asshole. She watched as best she could his every puncture, penetration and slow, deliberate withdrawal. .. almost out of the young twat, but definitely not out, and then the swift plunge of his pulsating, jerking cock back inside her warmth, her coddling tightness and his glory!
"OOOOUUUUU!" Debby uttered as she watched his big cock jam in and out of her sister's oozing hole. The child did not think his big whang would fit into her sister's tight little hole and she wouldn't have believed it if she had not seen it with her own eyes right up so close between his legs that she could smell the juices of her sister's twat and the musk of his spread thighs, all hairy, sturdy on his bent knees hovering over her sister's spread twat. His dangling balls bounced in front of her eyes and banged wetly against her sister's leaking slit.
Debby had never looked up her sister's twat before and the sight of the pinkish red folds of her labia, her clit and her hole were fascinating to the younger sister. The first sight of a man's cock was thrilling and when he put them both together ... AWESOME!
Debby sizzled in her own juices as she watched as best she could see around his dangling, bouncing, bobbing testicles. She saw his gigantic prick disappear into her sister's tight, stretched hole and then drag almost out again as he humped the young girl under him. She smelled the sweetness, the heavy aroma of fucking and absently licked her young lips as she eagerly watched the fucking session. She was aware of her sister's legs up around his waist clamped tightly so that as he plunged deeply into her slippery, dribbling twat, her whole ass seemed to come up off of the bed and her asshole was visible to young Debby.
The child got so engrossed with the fucking sight that she had to see more of that big cock sliding in and out, in and out and before she knew it, she had put her fingers to his testicles and moved his fully loaded balls to the side so that she could better see the whole fucking procedure!
Ben felt the young, hot fingers on his balls and simmered at the scorching breath that blasted at his asshole ... He burned, blazed with delight as he imagined the young face hot at his asshole. He hurriedly jammed in his cock to the sweltering, boiling hot box and proceeded to gyrate, grind his prick in, in, in while he felt the young fingers on his testicles holding his balls to the side, he fucked, fucked, jammed in his pulsating prick and felt the trickle of her juices down his harsh, stiff cock and bubble out into her wet, squishy slit!
His voice was hot and low in Donna's ear as he muttered, "I'M FUCKIN' YOU, FUCKIN' YOU AND YOUR SISTER'S HOT FACE IS ON MY ASSHOLE, I'M FUCKIN' THE SHIT OUT OF YOU AND YOUR SISTER'S BREATHIN' UP MY BUTT! GODDAMN, I NEVER FELT SOOOOO HOT, SOOO GOOOOOD, AND I'M FUCKIN', FUCKIN' THE HELL OUT OF YOUR TIGHT SNATCH-BOX! UUUUMMMMM . . . SO GOOOOOOOD AND YOUR SISTER'S HOT BREATH IS BURNIN' A HOLE IN MY ASS. .. HOT LITTLE BITCH . .. SHE WANTS MY COCK, TOO! AND HERE I AM HUMPIN' YOUR SWEET PUSSY HOLE, HHHHMMMMM. .. YOU FEEL SO HOT, SO GOOD, GOD! TIGHT LITTLE FUCK HOLE! GOOD AND HOT AND TIGHT JUST FOR ME . .. HUMPH ... HUMPH . .. HUMPH ... HOT BREATH ON MY BALLS . .. GOD... I CANT TAKE MUCH OF THIS. .. TWO HOT LITTLE ASSES . . . HMMMMMMMM ... LIKE FUCKIN'. .. LOVE FUCKIN' HOT LITTLE GIRLS... CUNTS ALL EAGER AND TIGHT... TAKIN' ALL MY COCK . .. WAY UP INSIDE . .. OOOOOHHHH, I FEEL YOUR CUM... IT'S ALL OVER MY COCK . .. LEAKIN', BURNIN', DRIBBLIN' DOWN MY SHAFT... YOUR CUM'S BURNIN' MY COCK! OOOOHHHHH... AHHHH, MY GOD! I'MMMMMMMM CUMMIINNN' ALL OVER YOU! IN YOUR HOT, TIGHT, LITTLE CUNT . .. FEEL IT? FEEL MY CUM? OH GOD!" he shook, trembled on top of the quaking girl who had just blasted off her jism to him was now taking his cum hot and full into her juicy, clenching twat!
Ben shoved his cock in tight as jolt after jolt of hot cream belted into Donna's hot, burning snatch.
She clamped her legs tighter around his waist and raised up her fuck hole to his jabbing cock for more, while she jerked and spasmed her own orgasm!
Debby was right there watching it all, the fucking cock, the wet, cummed balls and she felt the oozing cum on her own fingers as she held his testicles to the side while he ground in his jamming prick! She fingered the hot, wet nuts and felt the slick smoothness of the flowing orgasm, the soft now-wrinkled skin of his balls, and she just could not hold back ... she felt her sister's slick, satin like snatch-crack, all gooey with rich, lathering cum from both of them!
Debby was simply amazed at the squishing noises, the suctioning sounds, the deep thrusts of his cock and it awed her that her sister's little fuck hole could take all of his jabbing cock. The way his balls smacked wetly to her sister's cunt, his full testicles, his jamming cock, her sweltering hot-box, the rich, heavy smells of juice and now cum ... All of the fucking procedure thrilled Debby and she could hardly wait to try it for herself! She wanted to feel that big thing with the swollen head jam up inside her hole ...
Debby became aware that her own slit was wet with juices and the pounding m her chest thrilled her, her little clit was bobbing hotly in the stream of liquid that came bubbling hot from her own twat! It seemed as if her whole bottom was wiggling with the heavy spasms of her little snatch. Her breathing was one short gasp after another . . . as she eagerly took in the fucking sight from between his thighs, looking straight up her sister's crotch and watching each fierce jolt, jam, thrust in of rigid cock and sputter of juice and leak of cum ...
God, what a thrill for the young girl! She could not figure how it could happen ... the big cock in the little hole ... but she had seen it and if her sister could do it, so could she!
The child was lost in, wrapped up in, engrossed in fucking. She had seen it done and she wanted to try it!
Debby was so dismayed when, at long last, the once-huge, throbbing prick just sort of dropped out of her sister's twat... short, limp, wrecked out!
"AAAAWWWWW, THAT'S TERRIBLE!" Debby moaned, slumping back to sit on the floor in despair. All gone! His cock was not the same and Debby thought that was it for the day. She had seen the show from a prize position and now it was all over .. .
The child sat on the floor and was very unhappy. She looked at her fingers which by now were sticky with the dried cum. Her fingers seemed to glisten with the sparkling jism and invited her to take a lick ... so she tasted her first delicious cum right then and there!
CHAPTER SEVEN
"AAAAWWWWW," Debby grumped, crawling back up on the bed.
Nobody seemed to pay any attention to the child, so she stuck her lower lip out and groaned again. "I wanted to try it. I wanted to feel that big, long thing up me ... darn ... now look at it... it's almost gone ... It's not fair. Donna gets to do all the fun things and I don't!"
She crossed her arms over her small chest and pouted.
Ben moaned from his flaked-out position, flat on his back. "Give me a minute ..."
"You mean that thing between your legs will stand up again?" Debby asked happily.
Ben nodded his tanned head, his closed eyes. This might prove to be more than he could handle but he would die in the attempt! God, two luscious young girls and he had saved the best for last... the virgin! The young, innocent, sweet virgin would get his cock next and she was ready! Eager!
STAND UP, COCK! THE VIRGIN'S READY FOR A HOT FUCK! COME ON, BALLS! GET WITH IT! FILL UP WITH CUM! STAND UP STRAIGHT, COCK! I GOTTA FUCK THE VIRGIN! WOW! MAN!
Debby looked at the way her naked sister lay beside the big man all snuggled in his arms, kissing the flesh of his chest, licking around his small nipples and jealousy flared in the younger child. She figured her older sister was hogging the man and his thing, and she better quit it because Debby wanted a chance at him, too! It wasn't fair to have an older sister because she got to do everything first! Debby pouted and watched the big man hug her sister with short, little, swift muscle spasms of his arm. She saw him flat on his back with his eyes closed, his thick black lashes curling while he gasped for air. Sort of like a fish out of water. She watched her sister's hand slip to his crotch and fondle his soft, warm wilted flesh, cradle his balls in her hand, caress his limp thing as if she loved that thing more than life itself. Debby saw her sister kiss Ben's nipple and edge on down his flat belly to the snarled, matted pubic hair. The younger sister watched intensely as her older sister licked into his dark, curly hair and tongued at his weak, limp shaft.
Debby was thrilled at this new sight. She had no idea that her sister so loved that thing as to take it into her mouth and suck on it! God, she must really be in love with that thing and it must really make her happy to have her wallow it around in her mouth, sucking on it, tugging with her lips to stretch it and make it get long again almost before Debby's eyes. The way her sister fondled his ovals, caressed the soft wrinkles away so that his nuts were full again, swollen full and his thing, his shaft was long and it jerked in her warm grasp! she wasn't! Debby got a turn, too!
The old sibling rivalry was hot and heavy as Debby took Donna's hand off Ben's cock and replaced it with her own.
"It's my turn!" she screamed at her sister.
"Okayyyyyy!" Donna screamed back, falling flat on her back glaring at the ceiling. "God, Debby, I was only working his prick up for you! I wasn't gonna do it again. I figured you wouldn't know what to do, you're so dumb!"
"I am not!"
The fight was on and words flew until Ben swacked them both on the ass and told them to shut up. He had enough cock for both of them! He smiled wickedly. He must have died and gone to heaven! He looked at the young, damp snatch he had just fucked. Good fuck! Now for the virgin, his dessert!
"Are you ready?" Ben asked of Debby in a low, soft, sexy voice.
Debby gulped nervously. She thought she was ready.
'Take off your clothes," he said in a mellow voice.
God, how embarrassing with both of them watching. She had forgotten just how closely she had watched them fuck.
Debby slipped her sweater off over her head and heard Ben gasp as he looked at her small, firm titties and her erect little nipples. She was pleased that she thrilled him. She leaned over to tug her pants and panties off and her body was hidden behind the cascade of blonde hair so that when she stood up again, she was naked and a beautiful shock to the old man. He had almost forgotten the beauty of innocence and youth. He would have had an attack if it hadn't been for the fact that it was only a few short weeks ago that he had been shocked by Donna's youth and virginity. Where she was dark and sultry, this virgin was blonde and fair clear down to and including her sweet pussy.
His mouth watered for a taste of her innocence! Such beauty and sweetness. God, he loved the young ones! They were so dainty, lovely, young and each sweet, young thing made him feel eighteen again instead of his fifty.
His sparkling blue eyes dulled with glazed lust for this child who stood naked before him, eagerly waiting for his touch. He was more fortunate than many men ever hope to be . . . and he had it all right here within reach, and he took it!
Debby stood nakedly innocent before the big man who sat on the edge of the bed. She saw the thick, sturdy thighs all covered with dark curling hair, his precious cock standing throbbingly tall against his flat belly, his full testicles resting on the sheet of the bed. The rest of his body was there but the child was captivated by his most private and personal parts. He was so different and this whole adventure was absolutely new and exciting to her, the very idea of seeing a nude man thrilled her. Her hot, little snatch simmered as she just looked at him.
The young girl looked into his smoldering dull eyes which were" locked with the vision of her golden, shimmering pussy. She adored him, the strength he had, the fact he was a man! So different from her mother who was definitely feminine. This man was all masculine, every inch of him, his muscles, his body, his whiskers that were a stubble on his unshaven face, everything about him denoted manliness . .. and she loved being ogled by him.
She watched him lean to her with his mouth ... open his mouth to nip gently on one rigid rosebud. The only physical contact... his mouth on her nipple. She thought her knees would buckle and she would fall if she did not pass out from her lightheaded feeling first. Oh, how she shook and trembled as his tongue flicked over her nipple and his warm lips encircled her rosy area on her breast.
She wanted to collapse in his arms but he made no effort to touch her naked body. He just sucked on her nipple, tenderly moved to the other and tugged it inside his hot, wet mouth. She saw the glisten of his spit on her first nipple and shivered. She was so young and so inquisitive, she had to see everything, experience it all, feel every stimulating touch. Debby wanted the thrill of this moment to remember forever, her whole lifetime, so she concentrated the best she could on each new, strange erotic sensation. She wished he would put his arms around her to steady her shaking body, but he kept only his mouth on her nipple. She shuddered with hot excitement. She resisted the urge to touch his dark hair or run her fingers over his massive, strong shoulders. She was not sure what to do, so she did nothing but quiver and let him do whatever he wanted to do to her. How much longer would he make her stand before him without reaching for her, taking her into his arms?
Ben had more control now. This was his second orgasm about to happen. With the first orgasm he was hot and ready and with his third he could keep a hard-on for a very long time. Right now he was in the middle. He was excited, yes, thrilled! The virgin before him was so young, so inviting, but he could take it slow and easy with her because he could hold back himself. He tormented the child with his nibbling lips on her soft, warm breast. He did look down to her snatch and see her blonde pussy curl with dampness and he smiled as he flicked her nipple with his tongue.
Debby thought an eternity of sparkling rapture had shot by before he moved his mouth from her nipple. .. down her small mound of hot flesh to her soft, warm belly. His breath singed on her flesh as he kissed down, down, down her goose-bumped flesh until his mouth was right at the top of her blonde, glimmering pussy hair. She shivered, quaked with feverish excitement. Her reeling head leaned to watch this man as he nosed into her golden fluff and touched her skin with his hot, darting tongue, blazing to the top of her snatch-slit.
Debby was about to fall over with exquisite passion and was forced to grab onto his full head of hair with her slender fingers. She had to balance herself and the thrills she felt scorching through her body, she could not concentrate on balance at this time. Her legs were rubbery, her heart pulsed with passionate excitement and her eyes were big and round as she watched his dark head at her golden snatch-crack.
She had seen her sister suck off his cock and the idea of his tongue in her twat sent ripples of wild, erotic lust through her sweltering body. She just knew she was going to fall into an unconscious heap at his feet. Everything he did to her with his tongue was divine, exquisite, shaking!
Debby looked to the bed and saw her sister lying on her side holding her dark head up on her hand as her arm bent at the elbow. Her dark eyes were on Ben and his actions. Debby saw a fresh trickle of juice leak from her sister's cunt-slit and knew Ben was bothering her just as much as he was destroying her own confidence. Her sister was going right through every nerve straining action right with her and feeling every exotic emotion.
Debby's virgin cunt oozed juice in the fevered excitement of having this man's hot, scorching tongue slip into her silky slit.
"OOOOOUUUU!" she screamed hysterically as his tongue lapped into her fluttering clit. "MY GOD! WHAT IS THAT PLACE DOWN THERE? WOW! THAT TICKLES SO BAD!"
"Do you want me to quit?" he asked through her muff of gold.
"NO! IT TICKLES GOOD! I LIKE IT. WHAT ARE YOU DOING DOWN THERE TO MAKE ME FEEL SO ... FUNNY?" she shrieked.
Ben smiled to himself and licked into her pink crack, flicked her sensitive clit and shoved his tongue into her slit as far as he could and tipped her vaginal opening. She smelled so good to him. Her juices were delicious and he had to have more of her virgin twat!
Debby felt his big, hot hands on her hips as he pulled her forward towards his body and he lay back, pulling her up on the bed to straddle his flushed face and give him all the access he needed to tongue fuck her hole!
Debby was on her knees with her slippery snatch right over Ben's mouth. She felt his hot breath scorch up into her widespread crack. Her bottom twitched as her virgin vagina spasmed happily, eagerly waiting for his tongue. She shivered excitedly, her clit twitched. Her dizzy head looked down to see her golden pussy hovering over his mouth and she felt dirty, nasty. This was almost like when she had been little and showed her private parts to the little boy next door. She felt like a dirty little girl and not at all like an adult woman. She felt like she was playing nasty games with this old man and that was worse than playing with a little boy. She suddenly wanted out of this. She tugged to free herself and found that Ben had come too far to be turned off.
HE WOULD NOT LET HER GO! HE HELD HER TIGHTLY WITH HIS HANDS ON HER HIPS!
Debby looked at her sister who was nonchalantly sprawled on the bed.
"Help me. I don't want to do this," Debby pleaded. "It's dirty."
Donna smiled. "Tell me that when he's done with you."
"Aren't you gonna help me?" Debby asked, begging.
Donna smiled and closed her dark eyes to the whole thing. She wanted to be "dirty" with Ben but Debby had stuck her ass in and now she could just have him. He wouldn't hurt her anyway. She was just scared. She would sing a different tune after he had tongue-fucked her little sizzling twat. Debby had to do everything Donna did, so let her be scared. There was nothing to be scared about, anyway. Debby would soon know what she and Ben were doing was not dirty ... it was fabulous!
Debby tried to crawl off of Ben but he had her scent now and would not be put off! His nose was in her pussy and he would have her! She struggled to get away from him and get her seat down where it should be so she would not be so indecently exposed to his smoldering eyes. No way. She could not move and his tongue on her fluttering clit was driving her frantically wild!
She had never had such strange feelings in the pit of her belly. Her toes even tingled as she headed into her first sexual climax. She felt like a smoldering fire was in her cunt and it grew and blazed to slowly engulf her entire being with roaring flames of wild, uninhibited passion!
Her fear was gone! All "dirty" thoughts disappeared and the young girl went wild ... fuck happy ... tongue fuck happy .. . she squatted down over his feverish face and felt his hot tongue slip and slide and slurp in her torrent of juices as she lowered her squirming snatch on his tongue! She screamed hysterically as she felt his tongue wiggle up inside her twat!
Her body blazed with fiery emotions and her virgin twat spasmed hotly, hugging his digging, prodding, exploring tongue.
She loved it! Adored it!
Wild, demented, out of her head with wicked lust for this old man, the thirteen year old plunged her snatch down on his face and felt his breath, heard his snorts and gulps, felt the most wonderful, exuberant, exhilarating emotions ever possible!
Debby tossed her blonde head back and a wild swish of long, blonde hair swirled over her angelic face. She looked down and the flaring cascade of hair covered her face. Her fingers dug into the flesh of his sides as she leaned back to grab him, thrusting her little titties into the air, plopping her widespread snatch-crack down harshly on his hot face.
"OH, DO IT TO ME! DO IT! I CANT STAND THIS FEELING! IT'S ALL OVER ME! LIKE ANTS CRAWLING ON ME AND INSIDE OF ME! THE TINGLING! THE ITCHING! DO SOMETHING TO ME! STOP THIS FEELING I'VE GOT! I CANT STAND IT!" she screamed, feeling his tongue fuck sending chills and thrills of passion blasting through her body. Her emotions were taut! Her body was rigid with lust and anticipation! She was high on tongue fucking! She soared high, passions mounting, climbing, soaring to the sky!
"HELP ME! I DONT KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME! HELP ME! I CANT STAND THE PRICKLES! THE HEAT! I HURT FOR... OH, DO IT TO ME! HIT ME! DO SOMETHING! I CANT STAND THIS! HEIGHT! HOT! DIZZY! GOD! MY SEAT IS GONNA TINGLE OFF! OOOOOHHHH . . . AAAAAHHHH!"
Debby crumbled to a fallen heap of unconsciousness, while her young snatch spasmed hotly, creaming his face "with her sweet cum. She missed the wild licking and lapping of his experienced tongue as he tasted of her cum juice, sucked it in and swallowed it down.
Ben pushed her body over to the side of him and lay her on her back. He would take her cherry now! It seemed he had one hot number here and he was not all that enthused about having her pass out so he would fuck her maidenhead and get it over with, and this one he ought to let alone. She was wild to the point of being freaked out by fucking.
Donna looked at him as if to ask, and he assured her that her sister was fine, just too much excitement for her and she had passed out.
"Are you gonna do it to her now?" Donna asked.
"Before she wakes up," he assured her.
"She'll miss all the feelings," Donna protested.
"She's already had all the feelings. Look at her. Out cold. That scares me when some girl does that," he said.
"Why? You said she was all right. Let her wake up and feel your prick, pleaseeee," she begged.
"Maybe I can't wait," he said.
"Hold back. Think about a cold shower. Hey, whatever happened to your friend Fred? He's been gone a long time," Donna said.
"Yes, he has. Probably went on to work ... I'm doin' all right now, I'm cooled off a little," he said, patting her on the ass.
Donna reached up and kissed him hotly, tasting of her sister's twat juice from his tongue. She kissed and licked his lips and got more of the woman flavor. Her damp kisses to his face made her taste and smell her sister's twat all over him. He had really laid into the young snatch-crack! He was covered with the dried lather from her slit.
Debby slithered under his body and opened her glazed eyes. At the sight of him being kissed by her sister, Debby went crazy with jealousy. She lunged up only to be pushed back down on her back, have her thighs spread and he shot his cock to her tight, virgin opening!
"OKAY, MY LITTLE HOT ONE! I'M GONNA FUCK SOME SENSE INTO YOU! YOU'RE SOMETHING ELSE WHEN YOU'RE HOT! I'M GONNA FUCK THE HELL OUT OF YOU! I'M GONNA HURT YOU! I'M GONNA RAM MY COCK UP INSIDE YOUR JUICY, HOT LITTLE CUNT AND FUCK YOU HARD AND HEAVY!" he grunted hoarsely.
"DO IT! GIVE IT TO ME! HURT ME! I DONT CARE!" she screamed hysterically.
Ben thrust! His cock penetrated deep inside the young girl with one wild heave.
"AAAIIIEEE!" she screamed, wincing in pain.
"Do you like that? Do you like my cock jabbing your cunt? Sawing in and out, in and out, thrusting up your cunt, dragging my cockhead to your vaginal hole, pushing my cock back inside your hot box . .. DO YOU LIKE BEING FUCKED! HARD, HEAVY, ROUGH FUCKING ... DO YOU LIKE IT? I'M GIVING IT TO YOU HARD! I WANNA HURT YOU! I WANNA MAKE YOU BLEED! I WANNA MAKE YOU CRY FOR ME TO STOP!" he yelled harshly into her ears making her head ring.
"I LOVE IT, LOVE IT, LOVE IT! I'LL NEVER TELL YOU TO STOP! YOU CANT GIVE ME ENOUGH TO MAKE ME YELL! GO AHEAD AND FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME MORE AND HARDER AND HARDER... I'M ALREADY BLEEDING... SMELL THE HOT BLOOD? I LOVE YOUR COCK, LOVE YOUR COCK . .. LOVE YOUR TONGUE . .. GOTTA HAVE YOUR COCK MORE AND MORE. .. HARDER AND HARDER .. . COME ON, BEN, FUCK IT TO ME!" she shrieked.
"BY JESUS, I'LL MAKE YOU BEG ..." he snorted, humping her cunt like a maniac. "BEG ME TO STOP, YOU BITCH! SLUT, WHORE! TELL ME TO STOP! YOU GODDAMNED LITTLE FUCKIN' HUSSY!" he yelled, belting her with all he had, hard as he could, fast as he could . .. and still she screamed for more.
Ben whipped his cock out of her no longer virgin hole, flipped around and splayed his legs over her head.
Debby saw the bloody cock coming at her and her mouth watered. She opened her lips and took his cum-smeared, blood-soaked cock into her mouth, and with one fierce jam, he shoved his cock in and all the way down her young throat!
Debby hugged his ass to her and pulled down to make his cock go all the way into her mouth ... all the way down her throat.. . jerking, pulsating, jarring her head with violent vibrations of hot blood running through his thick, blue veins to pound his cockhead into her very heart!
She heard the words. .. even though her head reeled, spiraled, spun out.
"COCKSUCKIN' BITCH! COCKSUCKIN' LITTLE HOT ASSED BITCH! SUCK ME! YOU'RE GONNA GET MY CUM IN YOUR GUT! OPEN THAT THROAT WIDE LITTLE GIRL, LITTLE COCKSUCKIN' GIRL 'CAUSE I'M GONNA SPRAY YOU WITH CUM AND PISS AND THE WHOLE BIT. . . TAKE ALL MY COCK . .. ALL MY COCK . . . ALL THE WAY IN.. .TAKE IT!"
Debby felt her throat crammed full of hot, beating, pulsating cock and she loved it! When he put his face into her snatch and bit into her hot flesh she about creamed right there ... his tongue whipped in and out of her tight, clasping, clamping vagina, loud suction sounds racked into her head and she sucked his cock while he sucked into her sopping twat.
"You're gonna cum in my mouth ... I feel your clit twitch ... I can taste your juices... cum in my mouth, cum around my tongue . .. I'm gonna hit you and hurt you until you lather my tongue with your cum . . . your sweet, delicious jism . .. cum ... or I'm gonna hit you harder with my belt..." he rasped, gulping down her lubrication juices, swing his hand to slam her on the flesh again and again and again.
She felt so spread, so open to his face, his hot breath scorched into her squishiness, his tongue dug around her spasming cunt, ringing and reaming her young, tight twat. The sound of flowing juices mixed with his spit engulfed her ears, her ringing head ... as he lunged his shoulders against her thighs and kept her trench spread so wide ... so wide she hurt and his face was wallowing in her crack, his tongue lapping from her asshole to her squiggling clit... licking, lapping, nipping on her clit bringing stinging pain, tears to her eyes ... and he kept hitting her hip as his other hand held her widespread bottom up as it clasped around her wrists as they strained to get free.
The steady slap .. . slap . .. slap against her flesh drove her nuts! She could not stop him and she cried, twisted and turned to get free, begged him to quit. .. and she could not get away nor could she stop the stinging smart of his hits on her hips and asscheeks. She struggled to free herself and could in no way match the strength of the big man who had his steaming, slurping face buried in her cunt slit. She heard his animal grunts of pleasure as he porked out on her steaming, bubbling twat juice, stopping his gulping only long enough to moan, huff and puff his heated breath into her tight hole.
Debby thought she would scream ... Something inside her was building to the point of bursting . ..she quivered, the tingles in her toes singed through her young body, her gut burned with fire, her snatch spasmed, gurgled with his spit, her juices, her titties bobbed as she tried to free herself... and she flinched at the smacking hits to her warm flesh .. . She tried to move her ass so that his teeth could not nip into the tender flesh of her clit. .. she couldn't. She felt the shots of pain like a bolt of lightning scorch through her young body... and as her panic mingled with the pain of the slaps to her rump and nips to her clit. .. Her flow of cum drenched his face. ...
She felt like a leaf floating in the autumn air . .. floating from the high place on the tree down to the ground . .. gently, safely, freely fluttering in the wind to a safe and soft landing on the warm earth....
So was her orgasm . .. free flowing, easy, softly releasing all of her pent-up emotions, an easy flood of warm, luscious, sweet juice which lathered her bottom until she felt completely released from all torment, anguish and she floated ever so easily in raptured bliss... cradled in Ben's loving arms, being held tenderly close to his chest while he whispered lovingly into her ear....
"I didn't want to hurt you ... I don't slap . .. I'm sooo sorry ... please .. . forgive me ... " and he nipped so gently on her ear lobe.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"OH, MY DARLING .. . I'VE MISSED YOU SO . .. YOU'VE COME BACK TO ME ... I CAN HARDLY WAIT..." Diane whispered excitedly into Ben's ear.
Ben flashed his devilish grin and winked a sparkling blue eye at her. He knew she was always good for a fuck. Steady, dependable, always ready old Diane. He needed a good fuck right now. A fuck that he didn't have to try and figure out. .. that he didn't have to go against his grain and be violent or hit or smack . .. just a good, satisfying fuck with no holds barred. With Diane he could do as he pleased, when he pleased, and how he pleased and she was always happy with him ... because she loved him.
Ben had the women of his life pegged. His wife would not put out. Debby had to be hit or forced. Donna was hot to trot but not really experienced in the total joys of fucking. Some of his women were pickups at bars and cost him money and were a definite turn off. With Diane, she was like putty in his hands. He never took her anyplace because he didn't want to get caught, so she cost him nothing. When she gave it was because she wanted to, she wanted him and nothing else. No drinks, no money, no showing off of her conquest, nothing except him. He didn't have to put on for her nor plan a move or way of seducing her. What he did was right! With her he was at ease and the two of them just pleased each other by being themselves. He was big and gentle and she loved him so much. She adored his touch, his kisses, everything about him. Diane loved her Ben.
No words had to be said. No plans had to be made. When her eyes met his .. . they both knew she was his ... totally, completely. She would have fucked Ben anyplace ... and had. In his truck, in his bed, in her bed, between their mobile homes, on the grass ... anyplace. She just melted into his arms and was his anyway he wanted her. She loved Ben not only for his cock .. . but for his whole being.
They were together now. Diane would not ask him if he had gotten to her daughters. She did not want to know. She knew he had told her he wouldn't continue to fuck her unless he fucked her two young girls. .. and here he was. She would prefer to put on blinders to everything and think that he came to her because he wanted her ... and for no other reason. She would ask him no questions because he wouldn't answer them anyway. All she knew was that Ben was with her in her car in the driveway between the two mobile homes and his hand was in her slippery slit.
Diane wanted him! Had to have his cock! Would have his cock right now! What happened later . .. she didn't care... Now was the important time ... Now she could satisfy her longings, her wild cravings for her lover's cock! Now was all that counted!
Now she slipped to straddle his pelvis in her front seat.
She helped him unhook his Levi's and flip out his strong cock and his fully gorged balls. She worked with her lover to get his hot, pulsating cock fast and hard, for she never knew for sure when his wife would catch them so in the driveway, it would be fast, hard, satisfying for both horny people. She slipped her panties to the side and felt the heat from his crotch radiate to her snatchcrack!
Fire burned, flared inside her body! She clutched his rigid pole and snubbed his cockhead to her dribbling cunt hole.. . She shivered at the delicious warmth of his swollen cockhead, his penetrating prick and slammed her cunt down on his fuck stick!
She sat, skewered on his thick, pulsating, pounding cock feeling his hard beats inside her cunt. Oh, how she loved being stuffed full of his cock! Her vaginal muscles clamped tightly around his prick and spasmed happily!
"OH, BABY, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!" she whispered into his ear.
She felt his pelvis hump up to stick her severely with his cock. She bobbed up and down, slobbering her eager juice to his throbber, feeling his prick slide into her snatch, beat, pulsate, dig and retract slowly only to be pounced on again and again by her hot, steaming, bubbling cunt. She rode him hard and heavy! She felt his big hands on her full, mature breasts, grabbing and clutching while his flushed face burned in her cleavage and his butt bounced on her car seat to bang his hot cock into her eager, dripping, oozing, spasming hole!
Tears of ecstasy flooded from her dark, smoldering eyes as she realized she had her man inside her .. . once again she owned him, possessed his cock, felt his deep plunges of fiercely hot, pounding prick!
"MY GOD, MY GOD! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! I WORSHIP YOU AND YOUR PRICK! I LOVE THE FULL STUFFING OF YOUR COCK UP MY HOLE! GOD! FUCK ME! GIVE IT TO ME! RAM ME WITH THAT COCK OF YOURS! I'LL EAT IT, I'LL FUCK IT, I'LL SIT ON IT AND TAKE IT UP MY ASSHOLE. .. JUST GIVE IT TO ME! GOD! I CANT STAND IT! I'M GONNA CUUUMMMMM! OH, I WANT TO HOLD BACK! I CANT! I WANT MORE OF YOUR COCK. .. BUT . . . I'MMMMMMM CUMMMINNG . .. EEEGGGNNN . . . OOOIIIEEE . . . UUUHHHGGG, GOD! HOLY JESUS, WHAT A FUCK!" she shrieked, sitting flat on his pelvic area and feeling her vaginal muscles flex and release letting her cum juice ooze out of her tube, flood his cock, drench his balls and mat his pubic hair!
Her head reeled with delightful release, her arms hugged the big man strongly to her breasts .. . Oh, she loved him so much! She wanted to please him! She had to cum at his battering ram thrusts to her twat! The exhilarating exuberance of love and passionate lust mingled and she shot to the moon!
"AAAIIIEEE! I FEEL YOUR HOT COCK CLEAR UP TO MY WOMB! GOD, BEN! FUCK ME! MAKE ME CUM AGAIN! RAM THAT COCK OF YOURS CLEAR UP TO MY THROAT! OHHHHHH, DARLING, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! MMMMMMMMM, SO HOT, SO GOOD, OOOOOOHHH, BABY!" she screamed.
Ben kept humping her sloppy, oozing twat, sliding his pulsating cock in and out, back and forth in her thick, juicy cream, rubbing her fluttering clit, tormenting her with fiery excitement! His breathing was hot and heavy, gaspy, and his hands were all over her body, lovingly digging into her asshole, touching her breasts, fingering into her creamy slit and putting his cum laden fingers to her soft, warm lips for her to lick.
Dizzily her head pressed to his forehead and she tongued between his fingers and up his fingers, back down to the crevice between them to eat her own cum juice. Her lips touched his! She felt his hot, wet tongue slide across her full lips to taste of her saliva and her cum juice before he plunged in with his tongue to wallow in her warmth!
She was crazily light headed, basking in his warmth, doing whatever he wanted, simmering in her own heat of passion, wanton longing, craving desires for her Ben! If he fed her poison, she would gladly take it!
Wild, frantic, hysterical lust encompassed her hot, flushed body and she knew she would take Ben on any grounds! If he fucked her kids, if he fucked his wife, if he fucked his faggot son ... whatever! She was totally his and she would never marry unless she could have Ben!
All of her agonies would go on and on and on.
She was lonely, depressed, frustrated and she would stay that way for the rest of her life ... and be satisfied with a few fleeting moments with her fucking Ben in the driveway, under her mobile home, in a trash can, wherever! She could not live without his cock! Only his cock! Nobody else's cock! Ben's fucking cock! She would go down on him, eat his cock, swallow his juices . .. fuck him, eat him....
Her head reeled as she became aware of the squishy sounds in her slit. She felt her man grind into her flooded hole with his piercing cock! Oh, how hot! How strong! The beats, the pulsations of his precious cock!
Diane sweltered in heat! She could not escape the suffocating heat she felt! She could barely get her breath, her gut twisted with longing desire, she cried tears of emotional release . . . bounced up and down on his fucking cock .. . and felt his blast of fiery cum jet into her fuck hole!
"OH, MY GOD! SOOOOOO HOT! SOOOO GOOOOOD! OHHHHHHHH! AAAGGGNNN. .. UUUUUUHHH... LOVE IT! LOVE YOUR CUM!" she cried hysterically, nibbling on his lips, his ears, his face ... flooding his sweaty face with her kisses, smelling his delicious cum, gasping at the glory, the bliss, the rapture he gave her and knowing at the same time she had just sealed her fate....
She would go through the rest of her life being his slave, his fuck slave! Just to have him for a while regardless of what he did or with whom he did it... She would be his . .. and when he wasn't around ... she would be alone! Dreaded loneliness would possess her soul, but his cock had to be hers!
She would be his whenever he wanted her and have to be satisfied with that... for he was like a bird, free, untamed, flying from place to place, woman to woman ... and she didn't give a damn!
Diane would take her Ben on any terms!
She slipped his limp cock out of her squishy, hot hole and crawled to the floor of the car. Her open mouth eagerly waited for her hands to shove in his weak cock . .. and she wallowed his prick, cum juice and all, in her mouth while tears fell from her eyes ... and her hands fondled his soft, sweet testicles....
"HHHHMMMMM," she gloated, for she had his cock in her mouth for this precious moment. Hot flesh, coated with spent cum ... delicious!
"I... want... to suck your cock ... more than anything in the world ..." she mumbled, pressing her feverish face against his pubic hair, touching his hot skin, feeling his tough, thick cock inside her mouth.
She was thrilled to have his weak prick make such a hot, fast comeback and be so hot and hard and throbbing in her mouth. Her heart pounded, she basked in the hot, hot heat which engulfed her body, feeling melty, torridly passionate, ready for his cum to squish full force in her mouth . . . Diane worked the labor of love with her talented tongue, licking, touching, lapping, loving each tiny feel of the pulsating, throbbing ridges on his saliva coated dick. Her sweating body shook, tremored with the exhilarating lust of untamed passion, feeling herself squish into hot spasms of total giving. .. She wanted her lover to have the thrill of a lifetime, to feel the heat, the pulsations of passion, the lust for her that she felt for his prick.. ..
Diane's tongue slipped damply, hotly the full length of his pounding cock taking in each ripple of blood veins, each hot, glorious nip of his hot flesh, the small dabbles of juice which leaked from the tiny hole in the tip of his firm, pounding cock. Oh, how delicious! She tasted the heavy, musky juice and felt the thick juice coat the inside of her mouth, cream her mouth with his lubricating juices ... She shivered with desire!
Her lips nibbled up and down his thick stem, while her tongue did the tasting of his leaking, dribbling juices! Her hands manipulated his cock, stroking his hard, firm, fiery flesh, making his cock go where she wanted it while her mouth nipped on his crown, licked down his shaft to the stump, nuzzled into his balls, his thick, black, gnarled pubic hair .. . Her face flushed hot, burned into his smoldering crotch, loved and wallowed in his hotness, adored his crotch with his stiff stick poking into her mouth, digging at the back of her throat, longing to go down, down into her throat, pulsating to creep into her being. ...
Diane took his crown in .. . all the way into her mouth, all the way into her throat to feel his heavy vibrations rock her head nearly off.. . Beat fiercely into her soul, dig into her throat and pound harshly. .. .
She bobbed up and down on his rough stick, loving every cocksuckin' minute of her expression of love ... up . .. down ... up ... down . .. up ... down on his prick! Tasting his lubrications, wallowing in his heat, licking around his cock to touch her taste buds to his dribbling juices, wallowing in his heat, basking in the steam from his smoldering crotch, touching his thighs with her hands, feeling his saliva coated testicles, pressing her flushed face full onto his stiff cock ... feeling his rigid prick slip into her throat, pound, beat, pulsate, and firmly drag out of her throat to lather up again and again in the thick spit of her sucking gurgling mouth.
Diane held his thighs wide apart pointing his stiff, beating cock straight to her mouth and pounced hotly on the hearty shaft to gulp it inside. She steamed like a locomotive on its track as she plunged his pounding prick deep inside her mouth, into her throat to feel the hot, glorious pulsations of his thick cock pound the walls of her esophagus!
"OOOOOHHHH, BABY," she mumbled between fiery thrusts of his cock. "Love your cock ... adore your prick . .. hhhhhmmmm, feels soooo gooood . . . soooooo hot ... so penetrating... take me ... anyway .. . own me ... love me ... do anything to me ... spray your cum all over me .. . let it fly into my mouth ... ohhhhhh, God, I love your prick ... ooooohhhh, eeeiiggnn, hhhmmm, HOT... HARD ... STIFF AND BANGIN' IN MY HEAD ... UUUUUMMMM."
Her tongue wrapped around his stiff shaft to lick in all of his wonderful, heated lust... She was full of lust, wild, untamed passion, longing, craving to be drowned in his spray of cum ... She licked, tongued all around his hefty prick, tasting of his pubic hair all matted with cum, licking his crotch like a wild, fierce animal, loving the tastes, the smells of heat, the smoldering muskiness, his heat, all of him!
Diane was moving her head in erotic movements, feeling his thick, solid thighs on one side of her face and then pressing her cheek to the other hairy thigh while her mouth continued in one grand, glorious cocksuckin' trip. Her head whirled in orbit! She was dizzy with emotion! Out of control with frantic craving! So hot! So torridly passionate.. ..
Her slender hands felt his hips move, gyrate as he humped her mouth. His moans sounded like a wounded animal in agony as he pushed his long stem into her mouth, tossed his head from side to side as he held either side of her feverish face to his drinking spout of a cock!
"OH, BABY, THAT'S GOOD," he whispered softly, pushing his pelvis, shooting his cock hot into her saliva-filled mouth again and again, feeling her warmth, burying his cock in the soft dampness of her sucking mouth, plunging his cock into the tightness of her throat. .. and going out of his head with pleasure....
"Ohhhhhhhh, Myyyyyyyy God! Hhhhhhmmm, your mouth feels sooooo goooooood, I love it!" he muttered in excruciating agony of pent-up emotion. "Make me cum ... God, I can't hold it much longer, I've gotta let'er goooooooo, aaaaaahhh, nifffffff, noughffff . . . hhhmmmmmm ... oooooohhh...."
Diane let her dark head lay on his thigh and the light from the big street lamp blared into the car, illuminating his stiff cock. She wanted him to see what she was doing, to turn him on! All the way on to uncontrollability! She loved his responses to her acts of wild, frantic lust! She lay with her head on his thigh and stuck out her tongue to tip his bobbing cockhead while she pulled his stiff cock over to her mouth! She knew from the movements of his big body that he had lifted his head and his sparkling blue eyes took in every obscene movement of her tongue ... she loved it!
Her ears rang with his snorts of gaspy breath, his groans of happiness. She heard the sucking squishy sounds of his cock in her mouth and the breaking of suction as she let his cock pull out of her warm, moist cavity.
She sat on the floor of the car between his legs. .. eating to her heart's content, lapping, sucking, nipping on his cockhead, listening to his frustrated groans of rapture. Oh yes, he wanted to cum! He held back to let her lick his cock and testicles, to lather his prick with her spit, to wallow in his heat, his all encompassing heat....
Diane felt her snatchcrack ooze, spasm with delight! Oh, she was hot, her short, dark hair was pressed hotly, wetly to her head ... her body tingled excitedly, she trembled in anticipation ... lust, heat, passion....
"HHHMMMMMM, I FEEL IT! YOUR JUICE! HHHMMMMMM, NNNIIGGNN . . . ooouuuuuu . . . sooooooooGOOOOOOOD ..." she mumbled, hotly lapping, sucking, tucking in each bit of spray from his blasting cockhead.
"EEEHGGNN, OOOOOOHHH, EEEEEEHHH, EEEGGGNNN, OOOHHH, WOW! HHHUUUMMM..." Ben gasped, thrusting his pelvis tight to her slobbering mouth, feeling the heat of her tightly sucking opening, loving the naughtiness of spilling his cum into her eager mouth, shivering on his bare ass, loving the sucking, the pulling, the pressure of her tugs on his cock ... and feeling his prick drain to emptiness in her mouth. His ears heard the mad, frantic sounds of her sucking to get more and more of his sweet smelling juice . .. but... he had had it... he splayed his legs, dropped his hands from the sides of her face . .. collapsed in moans and groans of pleasure, raptured bliss....
Diane licked her full, ripe lips and enjoyed the last of his jism, the last delicious drop of his shot cum. She tenderly licked into his crotch in the hopes of savoring the smell, the touch, the feeling of his lush manliness while her steaming snatchcrack simmered.
She knew he had to rest for a few minutes, and her tingling would have to wait.. ..
CHAPTER NINE
Diana lay in her bed and felt the smooth coolness of the sheets on her naked body. Oh, why did she constantly think of Ben? Why did her vagina spasm at even the tiniest spark of thought of him? She loved him so much, craved his cock all the time!
She knew it was not right! She knew from her early Bible teachings it was wrong to covet her neighbor's husband .. . and it was wrong to stab her best friend in the back ... and it was wrong to stab her best friend Sarah in the back because she might become hostile!
Sarah didn't fuck him, and heaven knows the dear man needed a good screw regularly. He was far from being dead in the ass department! Why didn't Sarah take care of her own husband? If Sarah had been fucking Ben all the long years they had been married, the handsome man would not constantly be on the prowl. He wouldn't have started an affair with Diane and nobody would be hurting like Diane did so much of the time. Life just wasn't fair.
Diane flicked her nips with her fingers and felt the bolts of passion zoom through her body. God, was she always gonna be so horny? She needed a husband, a constant lover, not just a fuck from next door. She hurt just thinking about not having Ben, but really, where was she going? There was little chance Ben would have her, and though she loved him she wasn't all that sure if she would want him on a "forever" type basis. He had stepped out on Sarah. Diane was sure he would step out on her, too, if she was married to him ... which was an impossibility in itself. Diane was almost positive Ben did love his wife even if their fuck department had been reduced to zero. Why else would he stay with her and support her and give her everything?
If Diane could get her shit together, she knew just where she stood. She was getting older, more horny, more wrinkles, less desirable to men and soon she wouldn't care about fucking. She was not about to go that route long, alone! She could not stand the loneliness much longer. Even with the grabbed bits of time with Ben. She had to have more! She needed a husband! As much as she loved Ben, he was not the one for her. What would she do when her best friend came over to visit her and her best friend was Ben's wife? And Diane knew deep in her heart she could not trust Ben, anyway. Diane needed a man to herself.
Poor Ben would probably stick his cock into the marriage and blow it for her, so if Diane was ever to be a happily married woman, if there was such a thing, the first thing she had to do was to get Ben out of her life, off of her back!
She decided right then and there to get Sarah all hot and bothered and let the woman know what she was missing by not screwing around with her own husband. Yes, Diane would teach Sarah the joys of balling and going down on somebody and having her snatch eaten out. The thought was slightly repulsive to Diane ... at first. She was not a lezzie, but right now she was going to be ... for the well being of everybody. Diane would teach her best friend about getting hot and bothered like she never had before. Then, with Sarah hot to trot, it would stand to reason that Sarah would occupy Ben, leaving Diane free to find a husband. Good planning. Diane wanted to pat herself on the back ... but she was having too much fun patting herself on the front. She adored the touch of her titties!
No time like the present to start on Sarah. Ugh, Diane could not think of planting her face in a snatch. She adored cocks too much, but no sacrifice was too much for her when her own happiness was the ultimate ending.
She rolled over on her flowered bed and dialed the number of her best friend.
"Hi... I just don't feel good at all... Do you have the heating pad? Yeah, I really need it... Do you have any aspirin? I can't come to the door . .. I'm just too dizzy ... Yeah, just come on in ... Thanks, Sarah ..."
Diane hung up the phone, her heart pounded harshly in her chest. Where to start? What to do? If Sarah were just a man, Diane would have no problems. She would know what to do and how to do it... but, with a woman? She shrugged her shoulders and watched her breasts jiggle. Pretty jugs. Pink circles of flesh surrounding her jutting nipples. Big, supple, huge inviting tits.
Diane lay in bed naked and heard the front door slide open and shut. Sarah was in the mobile home. Diane's heart throbbed until her jugs jiggled.
"In here," she yelled to her friend.
Sarah came down the hallway and stopped short in the doorway. She had never seen her friend naked, and the sight nauseated her. Anything naked made her feel like she would vomit. She thought Diane would know better than to lay naked on her bed with her expecting company. My God!
"I think I have a fever," Diane said by way of a sort of apology.
"You poor dear," Sarah smiled, keeping her eyes off the breasts and snatch.
Diane patted the bed beside her bare hips.
Sarah sat down on the bed a distance from her friend. "You won't need the heating pad, you're too hot anyway, since you're not covered up," she said in disgust.
"Oh, but my head hurts," Diane sighed, feigning pain.
"I'll get you some water," Sarah said, hurrying to get off the bed.
Diane heard the door slide open while Sarah was in the bathroom running water. Goddam, Ben was in the mobile home, too. Shit! He didn't dare get caught! Sonovabitch!
Diane sat up on the bed and motioned down the hallway for Ben to get behind the drapes or something ... just not to be seen by his wife! That would be all Diane would need, getting caught just when she was planning on letting go of her fucker!
The bathroom door opened.
Diane fell back on the bed in a flurry, panting with fear. Her eyes were wide open with excitement and terror. Her breasts jiggled from her frantic fall backward into bed.
Sarah entered with a glass of water in one hand and pills in the other. She noticed Diane's breasts moving slightly from the quick retraction into bed, though she did not know this.
"What's wrong with you?" Sarah asked, not able to keep her eyes from Diane's big tits. "I hope that's not your heart palpitating like that."
"I think it is," Diane said absently, looking over Sarah's shoulder to see where Ben had gone ... and not being able to.
"Maybe you ought to cover up," Sarah said, blushing.
"I'm too hot, you ought to feel me," Diane sighed.
Sarah set the things down on the bedside table and put her hand to Diane's forehead. She shook her head at the lack of heat... no fever that she could determine.
"Just feel right here," Diane urged, putting her own hand on her full, ample breasts. Right over her jutting, rubbery-hard nipples.
"Oh ... I. .. couldn't do that..." Sarah hesitated.
"Well, really! What do you think I am . .. a pervert? All I wanted from you was some help, not... oh, forget it! If my heart pounds out of my chest and I die of fever, you won't care! Honestly!" Diane turned her dark head away from her best friend and closed her eyes.
"Oh, honey, I didn't mean ..." and Sarah put her warm hand on Diane's arm.
Closer than nothing. Progress . . . slightly.
Diane rolled toward her friend, sitting on the edge of the bed. She made sure her full breasts pressed against Sarah's bare arm, and laughed to herself when her friend flinched, but dared not move and make the sick Diane feel rejected one more time. So Diane made full use of her friend's unstable feelings and moved so that her breasts rubbed hotly up and down her arm.
"I wonder if my heart is beating too fast..." Diane said softly.
"I don't know..." Sarah answered taking a quick look at the breasts pressed to her arm.
"I'd ask you to feel, but you'd think I was weird ..." Diane said, hurt.
"No, I wouldn't dear. It's just that..." she wrung her hands.
"You're so good with your kids. Just pretend you're a nurse. I'm really scared, Sarah . .." Diane said in a squeaky, high pitched, fearful voice.
Sarah shrugged and put one hand on Diane's gigantic breast. She felt the warm skin, the rigid nipple and the strange, indecent cravings in her crotch!
This had to stop! She could not go around feeling up her best friend's breast not even in the name of mercy. No, Sarah had too many hangups and too many feelings of frustration in her body. She longed to be loved, to be touched, to be held, to let it all hang out.. . only not with her husband! Touching Diane's naked breast was too much for her frustrated, lonely, restrained body! She had to stop .. . only she left her hand on Diane's breast. .. and she liked the welling up of warmth in her own body!
Sarah didn't know why she liked the touch of Diane's breast, why she suddenly had unleashed all of her feelings like the breaking of a dam, but Sarah was hot and bothered by touching Diane's naked titties. Sarah knew she was wrong, wicked, nasty and that all Diane wanted was an honest opinion about her heart beat. The poor girl was sick and here sat dirty Sarah with the dribbling cunt... at just a touch of warm flesh. She had held back for so long, she felt like her guts spilled out with the flushing of juice in her twitching, spasming twat! My God, she would have to pull herself together! What would Diane think of her? Diane wasn't the pervert, Sarah was! She felt positively vulgar and wicked . .. vile! She couldn't help it! She had no control. She had held her feelings to herself for so long, been neglected and hurt by her husband for so many years ... or had she neglected and hurt Ben? Over the years it was difficult for Sarah to determine. She just knew that for his reasons, or hers, the years of hurting, misunderstandings, living together and fighting ... she had retracted into herself and she wasn't sure what he had done . .. only they had not done it together and she was hurt and he was horny and they both had gone their separate ways even though they lived together and stayed together.
All Sarah knew was that right now with her hand on Diane's breast, she was simmering in her own juices, hot, horny, desperate for love, demanding in her lusts ... But! She had to control herself one more time! What would her best friend think of her if she let it all hang out? My God, Sarah hadn't felt like this in years! Hot! Torridly hot! Feverish! Unable to control her spasming snatch, slobbering her juices into her panties, smelling like an orgasm! Jesus Christ!
Diane knew nothing of the singe burning inside her friend, only that she did have a peculiar glaze across her eyes which was not normal for Sarah.
Diane looked over her friend's shoulder and saw her lover by the door, watching with a devilish glint in his eyes and a wild grip on the front of his tented pants. Diane felt the hurt in her breast, the pain of letting go of Ben, the ache of making his wife hot and horny so that she would want her husband's cock again ... the excruciating agony of knowing she would be alone again to look for a husband which she needed so terribly ... yet, she loved Ben so very much. The pain was unbearable ... but she would do it for Ben, for Sarah, and for herself. Diane could not go on like this anymore! She had to have her very own cock, her very own intimate lover, her own fucker, Diane had to have a husband! She had no choice but to make Sarah and Ben want, crave each other in order to free herself to search for her own love.
She felt the gentle massaging of her breast and smiled up at Sarah. The look in Sarah's eyes was glazed, tormented as she fingered gently at the full breast in her hand. Her touch was so gentle, tender, warm, loving. Diane loved it even though she didn't like having a woman's hand on her body. Somehow Sarah's hand stimulated her, maybe because she was a good friend and maybe because if Diane closed her eyes she could not really tell if it was Sarah's hand or a man's. The magical bliss of darkness, not knowing for sure who was caressing her jutting tit. Not caring. Just as' long as somebody was touching her so warmly. Emotions were mixed all over among the three of them, Diane, Sarah, and Ben.
Diane was going to make Sarah hot and horny but so far Sarah was stirring up Diane's emotions. Neither of the women especially liked loving another woman but both were enticed by the other right now. Ben had pulled out his pecker and stood in the background stroking his rock-hard cock back and forth wishing he could shove it inside his neighbor's twat, who was not being fondled by his frigid wife's loving hand. A bit confusing, since everybody was doing what he didn't want to and simply loving what it was and the feelings and the heat, and the tingling ...
Diane and Sarah seemed to have forgotten the illnesses involved. Both breathed heavily as Sarah kneaded the soft flesh of tit, flicked Diane's rigid nipple, touched her other boob with her other hand and stared brazenly at her best friend's lovely breasts. Her tongue slipped across her lips as she hungrily got her message across to Diane. Sarah wanted to suck on one of those gorgeous breasts but did not have the nerve to just go ahead and do it. Her hands were full of warm flesh, her eyes were glazed, her tongue licked across her lips, her heart pounded at her own wickedness and her love of the evil which she so enjoyed! She had never, never touched even her own tits and now she was all aglow about Diane's lust breasts ... so soft... so big... so heavy with the rounded circles of pink holding gigantic nips! Oh, to be able to suck one of those nipples into her mouth ... it would be fantastic!
Sarah leaned over her friend, breathed hotly on the breast flesh, licked her opened lips and pressed her mouth onto Diane's breasts. She whipped her tongue around on the warm flesh and trembled at the flicking of her own tongue on the nipples... rigid, rubbery hard, delicious. She bent over to massage both breasts, to bury her flushed face between the two huge domes, to feel the wonder of her friend's big, voluptuous breasts almost smothering her ... and Sarah loved it! Her tongue would not quit! She had her tongue all over Diane's breasts, whipping across her rubbery nipples, touching the pink circle of flesh, nibbling with her lips, nipping, tonguing all over Diane's titties.
Diane was in shock! She had not expected this out of her friend! Her friend was really hot to trot, eager to nibble and mouth her boobs. Diane twitched hotly at the lush mouth job to her tits and nips. She loved her girl friend's hot, steaming mouth on her nakedness. The stimulation rocked her body sending sparks flooding through her ...
Diane's hot hands touched her friend's hunched shoulders, slipped around her warm, stocky body to her T-shirt bottom and pulled it up far enough to unhook her bra snaps. Diane felt exhilarated! This was a new experience for her, the same as it was for Sarah! She felt Sarah's warm back as she pulled her bra off of her smaller tits. Oh, they hung there so deliciously, naked, full, with nipples that demanded a mouth. As her own breasts were nibbled, pulled by lips, nipped by teeth, Diane squirmed around to where a dangling tittie was right in her opened mouth. A delicious taste of hot flesh!
While Diane enjoyed her new experience of mouthing tits, her hands slipped to Sarah's waist. She caressed the warm woman flesh as she pulled her pants down, down and off of her rounded hips and butt exposing her asshole to Ben who was jerking off in the doorway. Diane had never felt up a woman before but she knew what she liked, so she dived right in and caressed Sarah's rounded, broad hips; inching her way to her graying snatch. She held her breath at the anticipation of feeling into a damp, soft, velvety smooth snatchcrack!
Diane felt teeth on her nipple, tugging and pulling, sending bolts of excitement scorching through her body .. . She loved it!
Her own mouth was full of hot tit as her hands caressed and fondled to feel the mat of thick, coarse pubic hair. Sarah sat on the side of the bed with her legs splayed for Diane's touch. She hunched over the dark woman's breasts nibbling while her breasts were eaten by Diane's eager, hot mouth.
Both women felt thrilled, hearts beating, crotches steaming hotly in happy anticipation!
Diane had her arm between Sarah's legs, her elbow at Sarah's knees and her fingers in her oozing snatchcrack! Diane had only felt such damp richness when she had fingered her own snatchcrack and Sarah's cuntcrack thrilled her more! She wouldn't have the feelings of deep rejection and humiliation when she got done fingering her friend. Always when she did a hand job on herself, Diane got really depressed about it, but now, feeling up her friend's snatch slit, the sparks of fire shot through her body. Sarah felt so good, so warm, so richly damp and slippery! Diane's fingers slid in the smooth liquids that lathered hotly in her crack. She felt Sarah's rigid peak of pleasure just once to make sure just where it was. She ringed the rigid, fluttering clit around and around and around tormenting Sarah to utter frustration.
Sarah squirmed on her butt while Diane fingered into her creaming slit, tormented her with her caressing fingers. Sarah lifted one knee and put her one leg across Diane's body fully exposing her widespread slit to her gaze and to her prodding fingers.
Diane trickled her fingers through the thick pussy hair and dipped slightly into Sarah's oozing, flaming, scorching vagina. She barely touched into the dark, sweet hole. She took her fingers out of Sarah's snatchcrack and put them to her lips. The heavenly aroma, the sweet taste of the other woman's juices thrilled her to eagerly putting her fingers back into the smooth slit and dibbling in her thick, creaming juices.
Sarah gave up on biting tits and lay back on her elbows watching her friend work her fingers into her widespread slit. Sarah thrilled at every heavenly touch, each sweet, tender caress. Her oozing vagina spasmed and clutched as Diane fingered around and around the dark, inviting opening.
"Stick your fingers in me!" Sarah screamed hysterically, moving her pelvis, swaying, gyrating.
Diane looked through glazed, smoldering eyes at the lush crack so wide open and inviting. Her gaze went above the sprawled woman to Ben at the door. Diane was nervous, upset as she looked from the wide-spread snatch to the big, long, heavy, throbbing cock in Ben's hand. She felt fire spread through her body. She longed for his rough cob one more time, to feel his hammer in her sputtering hole .. . She went back to concentrating on his wife and her twat.
Diane's hips gyrated, swung forward and backward, pushing against Sarah's side, wiping her damp pussy hair on Sarah's hip as she banged her pussy into her friend. She kept her fingers hot in the pot, fingering, sliding, slithering around in the ample lush of sweet flowing juices. From time to time her gaze lift the spread vaginal crack to gaze longingly at the cock she so loved, the big, heavy pulsating prick at the doorway. She was tormented to heights when Ben pulled back his foreskin as he stroked, and his lovely cockhead looked her dead in the eye. She licked her lips as she gazed on his piss-hole wishing he would spray her face full of his hot liquid. She could almost taste his thick, salty cream. Her mouth watered for his cock, his cum ...
Diane squirmed frantically, longing for his fuck, spread her shapely legs, tossed one long leg over Sarah's body and they were in the sixty-nine position in the middle of her bed with her asshole pointed right at her fuck-friend, Ben.
Eat your heart out, baby. I'm doing this for you ... as well as me . .. Tears stung Diane's eyes as she nibbled at the thick pubic hair and tongued into the slippery smoothness of Sarah's cunt crack.
Diane's emotions set her body on fire at the taste of juice. She whipped her tongue into the wide-spread slit and licked around in the juice . .. around and around and around Sarah's rigid, fluttering clit. She knew she was driving her wild, frantic with desire, wild with lust by the way her pelvis whirlpooled under her face.
Diane lay her mouth full on Sarah's fluttering clit and sucked, tugged, pulled her clit into her mouth! Her tongue flicked across her rigid clit driving Sarah nuts! Diane hung on tight to the fluttering clit while the pelvis slithered hotly under her face! Heavy noises of saliva and juice rocked into her head as she lay her face full into the wet, soft, silky slit.
Diane was pleasantly surprised when Sarah followed and pulled her crotch down onto her face. She felt the strong arms of her friend around her ass pulling and tugging to get her wide-spread crack down to her face. The heat of her breath scorched into her steaming, oozing crack making Diane do flip-flops in her lower gut. Sarah's mouth was hot in her slit with her tongue digging and her throat snorting low with animal grunts between gasps and gulps and gagging.
Diane wasn't used to tasting woman juice, either, but she didn't gag like the suffering Sarah. Of course, Diane had experience with lubrication juices and also cum in her mouth. She could understand Sarah's gagging and snorting, and hoped to hell she didn't puke in her crotch. Given time to get used to the free flowing juices, Sarah would do just fine and probably get to loving the sweetness, thickness, the lathering just as much as Diane did.
Diane swayed her pelvis and lowered her crotch, spread, down, down, down to nearly suffocating her best friend in the snarled mat of pubic hair and almost drowning her in the flood of hot, steaming juices. Oh God, her inexperienced tongue really did the trick! The idea of Ben standing in the doorway thrilled her, too. She knew his mouth watered for her snatch as he jerked off! She knew he was entranced by her moving, heaving, lowering crotch and hot, little asshole. She did wish it was his tongue in her slit because he would be about ready to rim out her asshole as well as lick up all the sizzling juices that bathed her crotch. If she just closed her eyes she would drift off into the land of imagination and she could easily pretend it was Ben's mouth working her wide-spread slit, tonguing, licking, nipping. .. and his warm hands held her ass down to rub her pubic hair into his face ... but no amount of imagination would bring his pulsating cock into her mouth instead of Sarah's weeping, spasming cunt!
Sarah gagged and swallowed, snorted and grunted her passion into Diane's crotch, licking, working her over with fury, sizzling, burning, torrid passion, holding her crotch tight, loving to burrow into her warm land of lush paradise .. . and as Diane did her damnedest to tongue an orgasm out of Sarah, she felt hot breath at her asshole ... where Sarah's mouth was not!
Diane shivered, quaked! Ben! She felt Ben's hot breath working her asshole over while his wife's hot tongue singed into her spasming twat!
Oh, my God! Diane was so thrilled! Her love was licking, kissing hotly at her tight butt hole! She was overwrought with excitement! Her fiery juices sputtered hotly from her nibbling cunt! She nipped at the tongue that was going around and around, exploring her bottom. Her hungry snatch spasmed hot, little nips onto the tongue while Ben blew hotly into her asshole, snubbed his tongue to her rectum and prodded ...
Diane just about had an orgasm right then and there! She fought to keep her cool for a little while but, oh, how she loved her Ben! His tongue! His hot breath! The squishy sounds of his spit at her asshole! His big fingers pulling her buns apart so he could sniff into her rectum! Too much! Then Sarah seemed to get the hang of tongue fuckin' and let it all hang out as she almost buried herself alive in the sweet smells and juices of Diane's slit! Her tongue lapped into Diane's tight, sputtering, burning vaginal opening and sent her into rocketing delight!
Diane was in her glory with her own snorting mouth in Sarah's cunt as she hovered over her friend's splayed crack, licking, snorting, lapping, nibbling!
Diane was thrilled at the three of them rollicking on her bed . .. but, Sarah was not! Just as soon as she became aware of her husband's presence, Sarah squiggled to get out from under Diane's leaking, oozing crack. She had to get free from the rock-hard cock that pulsed on her forehead, the uptight nuts which pressed against her head, the heavy musky smell of her husband's naked crotch ... while he sucked in at Diane's asshole. Sarah hated h\m with a passion and the idea of his nakedness was about enough to gag her! She had not fucked him for so long and the sight of his gigantic cock turned her off! She wanted no part of his cock, no part of his testicles, no part of his steaming crotch!
Sarah was just getting into it with Diane and she didn't want to be bothered by her husband's leaking cockhead, dripping his lust onto her face! She was done with his sex forever ... she did like Diane's oozing, juicing trench and loved her tongue in the smooth silkiness of her nibbling cuntal mouth ... but, in no way was she interested in his prick!
Sarah squirmed to get free ... and really upset Diane since she was so high-strung with unleashed passion that she was about to cum . .. and now, the licking stopped, the tongue fucking ceased while Sarah tried to get away!
Damn her to hell!
Diane was eager, ready, shaking with desire. She had Sarah's hot mouth in her twat crack and Ben's digging, prodding tongue at her asshole ... God! What a hellova time for Sarah to want out of the sexual escapade! Shit!
Diane felt like screaming!
She wanted her release! Her guts were in knots of desire, her juices gushed, her twat spasmed, her clit shook violently ... and the dumb shit Sarah squirmed, slithered to free herself while Ben hotly tongue-fucked her asshole! Goddamn Sarah! Shithead Bitch!
Ben grunted as his hand slid between the two piled-up women. He felt for his wife's breasts and Diane's dripping cunt. .. whatever ... sort of like a sexual grab bag of delight! He was dizzy with excitement as his cock thumped happily against his wife's face... in her attempt to crawl out from under Diane by way of through his legs.
Diane had his big body almost in an ass-humping position, with Sarah pushing with her heels to slide from under Diane's back, under and out from under her husband's crotch. Diane was furious! Her sexual bliss went from rapture to hatred in a split second ...
Diane wanted to fuck! She was ready! Her clit twitched, her body rocked with desire, her cunt spasmed ... damn! She had to fuck! Had to let go of all her pent-up emotions! She was ready to have something shoved between her legs... tongue ... cock ... she didn't care ... just to let go ... the tingles of excitement built her to near orgasm, blasted her torridly hot body into orbit, sent her into exquisite sexual bliss ...
No way was she going to let this moment of rapture escape ... she would fuck!
Sarah had to get away from her husband's dripping cock! She wasn't a lezzie but she hated Ben's goddamned prick with a passion .. .
Ben was like a dog in heat... he shivered, shimmied and would let his prick juice fly . .. in or out of a cunt, in or out of a mouth ... he couldn't hold back much longer.... he was ready to explode from watching the two women play together, tongue together, and now... his pulsating cock was beginning to sputter, to ooze his lubrication juices from his tiny pisshole ... he had to fuck! His shaking, feverish body quivered ... had to have satisfaction ...
A stab of pain shot through Diane's body as she realized her plan was not going to work and she might never get free of the heavenly prick near her asshole. She might never find a husband of her own and she would go through life alone, frustrated . .. Diane got violent! That goddamned bitch would fuck with her husband! She would get Ben out of her life forever and Sarah and Ben would be happy!
Diane flipped around on Sarah's body so that her leaking twat was a muff of black, curly, wet hair right over Sarah's nose and mouth. Diane was eye to eye with her lover Ben. She looked at his darkly handsome, rough face through her glazed eyes, through tears. .. and motioned him to remove his beating, pulsating cock from her belly and scoot around in back of her to fuck his wife.
Sarah screamed hysterically! She would have no cock in her cunt! Overruled!
Ben climbed onto his wife's pelvis, dug into her soft thighs with his big, strong hands to pry them apart, crawled inside, and snubbed his beating, throbbing cock to her tight, clenched cunt!
Diane rode her face with her slobbering, squishy snatch.
"EAT ME! STICK YOUR TONGUE IN MY CUNT! DAMN YOU, SARAH, TONGUE FUCK ME!" Diane screamed, frantic with lust for her orgasm. She pulled her own labia apart and smashed her split slit down harshly onto Sarah's flushed face .. . and felt the thick tongue lather and lick the length of her slit.. . She shivered, shook, trembled as her fired-up passions soared through her body from her prickly toes to her low, good, gutsy feeling. Diane felt like all of her insides were dropped, her crack was wide open, the tongue sent her spiraling into ecstasy as she sat on Sarah's face and felt Ben's big, hot hands on her full breasts.
He was between Sarah's thighs holding onto Diane's titties as he snubbed his strong, hot, stiff cock to his wife's hairy snatch . .. and shoved his cock home!
"AAIIGGNNN! GET OUT OF . .. MY . .. HOLE..." Sarah screamed just before Diane squatted full force over her screaming mouth to blot out anything other than the fierce sucking of her mouth in Diane's squishy, soft, hot, oozing cunt...
Diane rode her face, her hips swayed, whirlpooled in the frantic stabbing of hot, thick tongue, felt Sarah's fingers delving into her pussy to spread the suffocating labia .. . and suck ... lick . .. tongue her girl friend's twat to a foaming lather .. . licking, nibbling, snorting her heated pleasure ...
Diane felt Ben's hairy belly rub against her back as he rode his wife's hole. He had lifted Sarah's legs up over his shoulders and ploughed right into her squeezing hole with his fiercely hot, raging cock. His hands were on Diane's breasts and his flat, sturdy belly rubbed up and down on her back from her asscrack up as he humped his wife's frantically spasming cunt!
Diane heard his strong, low grunts of passion hot in her ears as he kissed her back, moving from one side of her damp body to the other, humping, fucking, screwing in his throbber securely!
"Humph . .. humph . .. God, what a fuck ... your tits are ... mmmmmmmmm, God, I always wanted two women ... now ... I got'em ... humph ... fuckin' one hole ... kissin' you . .. touchin' your tits .. . bouncing tits ... feeling down your belly. .. Sarah's slobber in your twat... damp hair . .. soft, silky trench . .. God ... soooooo Goooooood . .. my fingers in your slit. .. on your clit... being licked right along with your cunt. .. fuckin' her hole . .. humph ... humph . .. aaggnnnnn ..."
Tits bounced, jiggled! His cock hammered harshly into Sarah's tight tube! His fingers played up and down Diane's belly, flicking her nips, digging into her silky, wet slit to feel his wife's tongue lapping at Diane's oozing juices .. . Sarah lost, engulfed in the rapture of being fucked and licking her girl friend's twat, sending her scorching tongue into the fire of a tight, leaking snatch while her fingers dug into hair, spread Diane's labia, felt Ben's fingers all gooey with juice .. .
Diane tossed her head back in ecstasy. She felt the tremendous fiery lust burst like a dam in her twat.. . and she screamed her rapture ...
"OOOUUUni... I'M CUMMIINNG ... ALL OVER YOUR TONGUE... MY CUT... SHAKING . . . GOD . . . SOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOD! EEEEIGGNN!"
She felt her body shoot, her twat spasmed, hung onto the digging, darting tongue ... Oh, what bliss, what a blast of hot juice to lather her slit, Sarah's face as she lay full into the squirting spray, spasming twat, digging her tongue inside the flaming, burning cunt for more and more juicy, luscious cream to gulp and swallow, uuuuummmm! Glory! Bliss!
Diane's body shivered, shook as she blasted her orgasm, blazed her juice onto Sarah's eager, hungry tongue ... such ecstasy!
Sarah's noises were all garbled as she drank from her friend's twat.. . lapped in the juices, sucked noisy gulps of streaming, hot fluid from Diane's spasming cunt!
Ben felt his lover go weak in his arms as he fucked his wife's hole. His fingers clutched at her nips and he held her collapsed body close to his chest, hugging her and holding her to his nakedness while his cock thumped and sawed in and out of his wife's clutched cunt. He rocked in and out, in and almost out, back and forth, fucking his wife's hot, steaming cunt and holding the naked Diane in his arms, nuzzling against her flushed neck, nipping at her ear lobe ... smelling her orgasmic juices as the odor sifted up through her snatch hair to his flared nostrils...
Ben pumped his pulsating cock into Sarah's tight tunnel, fucked his wife's cunt, smashed in with his fiery cockhead, vibrated, pulsated, throbbed in his wife's hot, simmering, leaking twat... ground in, around and around, jamming in, heaving his cock in tight, ground around, rotated in, screwed his cock into her flaming hole ... and blasted off!
"HHHHHMMMM . . . OOOOOHHHH ... AAAHHGNNN.. ." he moaned low, softly into Diane's ear ... the soft, almost whisper she so adored, his low, soft voice racking into her dizzy head... absorbing her into his very being, engulfing her into his arms, hugging her, holding her titties as she lay back against his shaking, quivering body and feeling his orgasm as if it were her own . .. loving him, held by his strong arms, feeling his body quiver .. . experiencing his orgasm with him ... almost being him ... at least part of him ...
Diane loved him so!
His thick sperm blasted into Sarah's hole and leaked to his dangling testicles. .. reeking of strong aroma, feeling hot, squishy, melting his harsh cock in her fiery furnace ... and making Sarah cum ...
"OOOHHHHHH . . . EEIIIGGNN . . . HHHMMMMMM," she whispered, tightening her legs around his shoulders, feeling Diane, the intruder, against her husband's naked body .. . and suddenly resenting her best friend ...
Sarah's body jerked, racked, spasmed as her cunt wrapped around her husband's prick in happy orgasm ... squeezing, clasping ... leaking her juice to his stabbing cock, oozing juices to his hanging balls...
Ben backed out of his wife's clutch, dragging his limp cock as he sank to his bare ass at her knees. He huffed and puffed his shot orgasm ...
Diane could not let go of him ... not just yet... this would be her last time with her precious Ben ... her wonderful fucker ... her darling lover ...
The hell she felt could only be quenched by his cock ... even limp ... melted. She lay back on her back with her open trench still in Sarah's face. Her mouth opened as she groped for Ben's shot cock. Her fingers felt for his sticky prick and shoved it into her hungry mouth, balls and all... and she wallowed his dick, his nuts... his whole sexual being in her heavy, thick spit...
She felt warmed as he knelt on his knees, dangling his weak prick into her watering mouth as she sucked, tugged, loved his prick ...
Diane raised her hands to hold his precious cock and testicles as she slurped like a baby from his piss-hole, gurgling her happiness as she tongued up and down his weak stem, held his delicious cock out of her mouth to look at his lovely organ . .. submerge it into her spit, tongue back his foreskin, nip on his beautiful cockhead, take the whole wonderful organ into her mouth to wallow in her spit, shove in his balls, those velvety soft nuts ... move the small ovals inside the hanging sacs... taste his spent cum, lick under his prick and rocks almost to his pinched asshole, wallow in the musky smell, taste his juice ... hold his precious crotch to her smoldering face ...
Diane loved Ben ... tears trickled from her dark, glazed eyes ...
It was over.. . her fucking with Ben was all over ... she had given him back to his wife ... and his wife now craved his cock, demanded it, put her mouth to Ben's crotch and, as Diane spit out his weakened cock, Sarah took the spent prick into her spitty mouth ... took his balls, felt into his crotch and ran her fingers between his legs to his asshole ...
Diane crawled away to cry in the corner... alone one more time .. . only worse ... she sat naked and watched her best friend suck her husband's prick to full erection . .. watched the two of them melt into each other's arms and fuck, fuck, fuck ...
CHAPTER TEN
Diane had done the right thing by getting her fucker back with his wife .. . she guessed. Only things were not working out for her. The horrible frustrations mounted in her body. She had been without a fucker for only a few days and already the sexual urge racked her body. She had to find somebody .. . she had to have a cock!
Diane could not stand her homy mobile home for another minute! She had to get out! The lights were out next door so she had accomplished her mission there. Ben was fucking Sarah ... shit! Diane missed Ben! Missed his fuckin' cock! Damn! Her torment started over again!
Before she freaked out and went for a cucumber in the old twat, she better get on the move ...
She grabbed her sweater and purse and headed out of the door. She didn't know where she was going, only to get drunk someplace in the hopes she would find a cock on the prowl to satisfy her longings. She had to find a cock!
Diane drove in a state of near blindness, tears flooding from her eyes. She saw the bright lights of a bar and drove into the parking lot. She didn't know where she was or, for sure, how she had gotten here, and she didn't give a damn! She was out on the prowl one more time. Why she had decided to give up Ben before she had another lover she didn't understand. She had to be crazy. She was crazy in love with her neighbor Ben, and she let go of him ... Why? Why? Why?
She wiped the tears from her eyes and bolted from the car. She ran frantically into the bright lights of the bar to escape herself ...
The lights dimmed inside. The noise of the crowd blared into her ears. The clanking of glasses, the loud music, the night life in full swing... almost nauseated her.
"I'll be goddamned! Just what I did not need!" she said out loud.
On the center stage, surrounded by mirrors, was a naked young man dancing to rock music. His cock was limp and flopping up and down, up and down over his testicles. His body was young, lean and hard, his hair long, black and gleaming under the bright lights focused on him. As the music thumped a strong base beat, every muscle in his body rippled to the beat. He spread his knees making butterfly wings as he slowly humped his pelvis and went down, down, down to a low limbo stance forcing his flopping cock to move up and down, bounce right in the faces of the young girls surrounding the stage.
Diane put her hand to her mouth in awe. She had never seen such a floor show in her life and right now she did not need to see a young cock, limp or hard. Her mouth watered as she sank onto a chair at a small table. She did not want to watch, but she could not take her eyes from the dancer's young, hairy crotch. She ordered a drink and sipped on it feeling her hormones go to work in her sex starved body.
The young girls shrieked! Drinks clanked. The music blared and the naked dancer was replaced by another young buck.
He started to dance in his bikini trunks and tank top. The music built in volume and beat. He smiled with the same devilish grin she knew so well from her fucker, Ben. The young man shed his tank top and continued to gyrate around the stage in his bare feet. With every fierce thump of base, he poked his cock at some girl's face, lowering his body to where her face was nearly between his legs. As the music continued, he shed his bikini trunks and all but fucked the air with his punches, grinds, and stabs of limp cock. He moved back and forth forcing his cock to whip up and down, up and down to the beat. His arms were behind his head, on his hips, and caressing his thighs exotically as he went down, down, down, spreading his legs and bobbing his cock in an enticing manner. When he stood up he backed his firm, young ass to the girls and rotated his butt hole for them to ogle.
Shrieks and screams sounded from the younger set, claps of wild, frantic enthusiasm sounded and Diane sat on her oozing twat in sheer agony.
"Hi, I hope he doesn't suffer from whip lash," came a feminine voice at her side.
Diane looked and there was her former charge nurse with an exciting gleam in her flashing, sparkling, dark eyes.
"Hi!" Diane exclaimed, happy to see someone she knew.
"Goooooood, huh?" Lois asked, grinning hungrily.
"Yeah, but I'm so horny right now I just don't need this," Diane said.
"I know what you mean," Lois agreed. "God, I'd love to get hold of his cock! I'd stand it up for him! I never realized just how good a limp cock looked. Bet it would taste good ..." she said, her eyes dancing with excitement.
"I thought you were married," Diane said, probing.
"Not anymore ... and never again! I've had it. I'd rather go cruisin' and find what I want. Right now I'd love to have that guy!" She clapped loudly and laughed openly.
"Hey, honey, don't get whiplash," Lois yelled. Then looking at Diane she added, "I'm a nurse. I could hold it for him and make his cock all better." She laughed her warm, rich laugh and watched the young stud on the platform do his thing. Diane looked at Lois. A warm feeling engulfed her. Maybe Lois had it all together. Maybe Diane didn't want to get married, after all. If she was married she wouldn't be sitting here ogling the young man on the stage nor would she be on the prowl for a new, fresh cock. There was always the possibility of getting it on with Lois. Diane had really liked tonguing Sarah's cunt and she presumed Lois had one pretty pussy.
A whole new world opened up for Diane as she sat next to Lois who was thoroughly enjoying the young man on the stage. Her gleaming smile was contagious and Diane smiled and stared.
The young man came up in front of the two women, did his squat with the legs wide apart, thrust and retracted, thrust and retracted, heaved his young, sturdy pelvis right in Lois's face and then Diane's.
"Oh, God!" Lois smiled and turned her face in embarrassment. "Would I love to touch and fuck that!"
Diane licked her lips and her mouth watered. Her crotch was leaking like mad.
"I'm hot and horny again," Lois said calmly as she turned to look the young man in the crotch. She tossed her pretty, dark head and took in all she could see. "I'm all squishy," she laughed.
"Better move around before it sets up and you're glued to the chair," Diane laughed.
Lois put her warm hand on Diane's arm and smiled, the heat steaming from her smoldering, dark eyes.
The young man thrust, heaved, poked his pelvis at the two. His cock flip-flopped up and down over his dangling testicles. Up and down, up and down, again and again . .. within a tongue's length from their faces.
Diane looked at Lois.
Lois looked at Diane.
Both of them licked their lips in happy anticipation ...
