Two psychological terms must be understood when discussing the case presented in the main body of this book. The terms are incest and pedophilia. Incest may be defined summarily as sexual relations between people with close blood ties. In most cases, this would include affairs between fathers and daughters, mothers and sons, brothers and sisters, aunt and nephews, uncles and nieces. The participants in these relations are forbidden by law to marry, and various states might differ somewhat in the closeness with which they define the limits of incestuous ties but in virtually every case these five categories, at least, would be excluded. Pedophilia, on the other hand, refers simply to cases in which an adult is strongly attracted to a child for purposes of sexual pleasure. Incest is therefore illegal, while pedophilia may or may not be illegal, depending on the particular state law setting the age of consent for indulging in sexual acts. Both terms usually connote a sexual relationship in which one partner is young, generally below the age of legal adulthood. Both relationships stand outside the pale of acceptance in our society.
The social disapproval of incest and pedophilia is probably the main cause of a popular supposition regarding those categories, a presumption that the younger partner is really a victim and didn't enter willingly into the forbidden relationship. Often this is indeed the case but there are a great many exceptions as well. Lust For Her Nephew depicts one of the exceptions to this widespread assumption, as the reader will quickly see.
To be sure, Linda Amory initiated the chain of events which led to her having sex with her young nephew, Jeff Bradley, but as a close reading of the text will show, Jeff was by no means totally averse to having her as a lover. He can in no sense be considered a victim, since he so willingly entered into a sexual relationship with his extremely passionate aunt, a woman of far more experience than the girls he had previously dated. Their affair became a very passionate one, with Linda often taking the lead role and helping to extend young Jeff's experience into areas of human sexuality which he hadn't previously explored. This is particularly true with regard to fellatio, or oral excitement of the male sexual organ. As the reader will note, Jeff had a strong interest in this act and in fact attempted to have Carol, his girl friend, perform that act for him. She declined, being opposed to such activities, but Linda, far more experienced, had no such compunctions and readily accepted his penis into her mouth, even allowing him to ejaculate into her mouth.
"There are many factors involved which explain the prevalence of this paraphilia," writes one well-known authority upon human sexual behavior. "For one thing, the offender identifies himself with the child. The eroticism is derived from the knowledge that the child is sexually innocent and is being aroused. It represents for the adult a psychological return to the sex life of his own childhood. Another factor is the sexual inferiority which these deviates harbor in relation to the opposite sex. They feel less inferior in their sexual intimacies with children, as less is expected of them. As a rule they masturbate to excess. Not all are dangerous" (Frank S. Caprio, M.D., Variations in Sexual Behavior, page 251).
While young Jeff wasn't "sexually innocent," as Linda well knew from watching him engage in sexual activities with his girl friend, he had a great deal less sexual experience than she had had and thus she might have considered him as innocent in a relative sense of the term. It will become amply clear that she took considerable pleasure in teaching him new ways of making love, in sharing her greater experience with him. The reader might also note that Linda herself makes a fairly explicit reference to "reliving her youth," describing the preliminaries of her first sexual intercourse with her nephew.
The discussion of the pedophiliac aspects of this case is especially relevant because neither partner seemed to be greatly bothered by the taboo against incest. It might be that the current young generation has had less exposure to this taboo, hence its relatively weaker hold upon them, but in any case neither Jeff nor Linda showed any great reluctance to accept each other as lovers. In functional terms, therefore, their affair might even be considered as more a case of pedophilia than of incest, though in legal terms the distinction wouldn't hold up.
There certainly seems to be little doubt that Linda was in a sense using Jeff at least partly to associate herself with youth. As the reader will notice, she makes continual reference to his youthfulness, to his brawny vigor as a lover (and contrasting this with the behavior of her more mature lovers); she especially emphasizes the voluminous quantity of his seminal discharge and stresses the differences between his semen and that of her older lovers, especially with regard to taste. She constantly brings up his irrepressible vigor and makes special mention of his ability to continue an act of sexual intercourse far beyond the limits of most of the other men she had known. These references made it amply clear that Linda was indeed deeply intoxicated with Jeff's youth, whatever his other attractions might have been. This aspect of her personality becomes even more marked when she adds Mack and Bennie to her list of conquests. Both are schoolmates and contemporaries of Jeff's and their attractiveness to her appears to be a direct function of their youth, thereby solidifying the suggestion originally advanced by Dr. Caprio in his own treatment of the subject of pedophilia.
We believe that a candid, straightforward exposition of a case of incest-pedophilia as told by the adult participant can be of great value to the general public. Often the reality of these cases is masked by lurid headlines in sensation-mongering newspapers eager to build their circulation, even at the cost of scientific exactness and truth. Linda's story has none of this; she isn't concerned with sensation-mongering in any sense of the word and her account gains from the lack of concern. Her story can be genuinely instructive and is presented with the hope that it will advance our understanding of human behavior.
-The Publisher
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CHAPTER ONE
"Oh, God, Jeff, we can't do it out here, not right out in the open! Mmmm, you're driving me up the wall, right up the fucking wall!"
"Sure we can make it here. Who's to see? Mom and Aunt Linda are gone; there's nobody else around. C'mon, Carol, slide out of those shorts and let me see that sweet little pussy of yours!"
For a minute, when I first heard those voices and the full import of the words had soaked into my mind I wondered if maybe I hadn't been set up or something like that. I'd stretched out for a nice afternoon nap, figuring that a couple of hours in a cool, dark room would be just the thing to drive away that headache I'd had all morning. I guess I'd dozed off for a moment or two, just enough to dull my hearing, but Carol's words were enough to get me awake again in a hurry. There was a tone of deep, physical urgency in her voice, as though she were being pushed to the limit, and it filtered into my sleep-fogged brain in a hurry.
But maybe I'd better backtrack a little to make it all clear. To start with I'm Linda Amory. I'd arrived in Milton two days before, intending to spend a week with Elaine Bradley, who happens to be my sister. She and Ted, her husband, had invited me to come up from the city and I'd jumped at the chance, being only too happy to get away from the smog, the crowds, the hyperactive pace and all the rest of it. Elaine and Ted, I'd found, were the same as ever, which is to say a couple of the nicest people I've ever met, even if they are relatives. Their son, Jeff, had just turned fifteen the spring before and was growing into a very handsome youngster. I hadn't expected, though, that he would be quite as fierce in pursuit of girls as he now seemed to be.
I got off the bed and went to the window, standing beside it and peering out through the drawn Venetian blinds. The window opened directly onto the big, coolly shaded back porch and what I saw there was enough to bring a gasp of astonished surprise to my throat. Jeff was cuddling a little blonde, a girl I'd already met, and already had one hand shoved up under her teeshirt to get himself a handful of tit. He could have done it, too, because even though she was only about fourteen, I estimated, she had a fine set of tits and made sure that all her dresses and blouses were tight enough to show them off to the best possible advantage.
As I watched them writhing on the big, battered lounge chair that they shared, I saw Jeff's right hand slip down to open the top of her cut-off Levi's and dive into the opening he'd made. Young Carol acted as though she were being torn between two conflicting desires: on the one hand, she wanted to resist him as no doubt her mother had taught her to do; but on the other, she was very obviously attracted to him in a powerful way and wanted to give in to him. They were kissing as they clung together and as soon as Jeff's hand had disappeared into the front of her shorts she began to quiver.
Just because I'm thirty-five and single, that doesn't mean that I don't know anything about "the battle of the sexes." I've fought in that long-term war often enough to know that there are seldom any losers; mostly, I've had the good fortune to have picked guys who gave as good as they got and I'm certain that they would all tell you that they received a very good time indeed from me. To put it in the bluntest possible terms, I love to fuck and suck, to be sucked and fucked, and I'm attractive enough to be able to draw the attention of most of the men in whom any red-blooded American woman would be interested.
It was already pretty clear that Jeff thought he had the house to himself and that he was going to use the opportunity to put a very heavy make on young Carol. Ted was at work, of course, and Elaine had gone out after lunch to attend a meeting of her clubwomen. Jeff, no doubt, had assumed that I would go with her but that assumption was a very poor one. I'd stayed home and now was the only witness to his assault upon the girl's virtue.
Not that she had a great deal of virtue, if you want the plain, honest truth. The conflict between the two poles of her conscience and clit was being resolved before my very eyes and, like most of those battles, the clit proved to have much the stronger weapons. Gradually, as I watched through the blinds, I could see that her struggles were diminishing and then turning into gyrations of animated acquiescence. Instead of trying to push Jeff away from her, she was now reaching out to pull him closer, so she could crush her tits against his chest, and I saw her left hand sliding down over his tennis shorts to caress the bulge hiding his cock and balls.
That was a good sign, I thought; a good sign for Jeff, that is. (Already I was subconsciously rooting for him and hoping that he would succeed in his quest.) Any girl who has gumption enough to reach out for a man's cock will probably be passionate enough and uninhibited enough to give her partner a good time and young Carol was showing that, even though her mother's teachings might still carry some weight, they weren't so dominant as to prevent her from giving his prick a good feel as they lay there on the lounge chair.
I suppose you might say that this was my first experience in voyeurism. Oh, I'd made it in cars with another couple before, one couple in the front seat and another in the back, when I'd been a kid in high school, but in cases like that I'd usually been so busy with my own date that I really hadn't had time to pay any attention to what the other couple were doing. Apart from listening with one ear to the grunts and sighs coming out of the other seat, I hadn't caught much of the other couple's action. And then later, after I'd gotten out of college and set myself up as a career woman in the city, I'd shared an apartment with another girl and we'd gotten pretty casual about our affairs. I remember that on a couple of occasions I'd walked into the living room and found her balling away like mad with a guy and had walked on through, pausing only to take a quick peek at the action. And when I'd been balling my own dates I always liked leaving the lights on so I could see everything. A couple of those guys had been up for arranging mirrors in certain ways so that you could really watch yourself getting screwed. All those experiences had been good ones and I already knew that I was more than a little susceptible to being turned on just by watching. But up until that afternoon I'd never deliberately spied on another couple.
There I was, peeking out my bedroom window just like the proverbial old maid who keeps track of everyone on the block, and I was getting my eyes full. The lounge chair wasn't more than eight or ten feet away from my window, I imagine, and you could hardly have asked for better lighting. I could see everything as well as I could ever hope to see it and the sight was enough to have a drastic effect on me.
I'd stripped down to my bra and panties for my nap, since the day promised to be a warm one, and before long I felt this tell-tale trickle down the insides of my thighs. Seeing those kids rolling about on the lounge chair was making my pussy warm up and, just as it always does at the slightest provocation, it had begun seeping out that warm, slippery stuff that makes it so easy for a fellow to get his tool started into my pussy's lips. There was a time when I'd really been ashamed of myself for dripping that way but that was before I found out just how convenient it is for fucking, before I'd started dating guys mature enough to like the taste of hot, juicy cunt and bold enough to help themselves to my honeypot.
You can imagine that I wasn't going to stand there idly and watch those kids do their thing, just as I wasn't going to turn away and pretend it wasn't happening. And I certainly wasn't going to play housemother, to go storming out there and tell them they ought not to be doing things like that. No doubt Elaine might have preferred that I stop them-if only to protect Jeff from the possibility of planting a baby in the girl's cunt-but I wasn't, about to be that much of the old-maid aunt. No, I was entirely willing to stand there and see just how far Jeff could carry his play. And if my pussy started acting up, demanding stronger treatment, well, I knew how to quiet it down, too! Thus I lifted my right hand and began caressing that tender, throbbing slit through my panties as I watched them.
Carol, overcome by a flash of searing sensual fever, cooperated with him in getting her shorts off. As soon as she had kicked free of them she lay back and spread her legs wide for him. Since they were facing my direction, this meant that I had a fine view of her slit and of the way Jeff manipulated that delicate, highly aroused flesh. I could see right away that he had a lot to learn about fingering a girl. I mean, he started in right away to working his middle finger into the lips of her pussy and probing the mouth of her cunt; he didn't do it the right way, just stroking the outer parts to get her worked up real strongly.
He didn't really have to spend much time in working her up, though. Even through that window I could see the wetness on her pussy. She had one of those big-lipped twats, the kind that look like a big, overripe plum that's been sliced in two, and it was already as wet as mine was. She was humping up at him, rubbing her pussy against his hand, and I could tell that she was about halfway home or even closer. Suddenly, a really powerful blast of funky sexuality ran through my pussy and then spread out from there, almost like I'd taken a really solid jolt of electricity full on the slit, and I knew that I was going to do it to myself as I watched them ball.
The window was open a little at the bottom, enough for me to hear every word they uttered and also to hear her breath whistling through her teeth as she started feeling it more and more. I don't see how I could be any closer to them and still have kept from making my own presence known to them; it was as good a ringside seat as anyone is ever likely to get, at least without the couple knowing about it. Sure, I know it sounds kinky and a little queer, but I might as well admit the truth: I was really getting a charge out of standing there and watching them, listening to them, without their having the least idea that there was anyone else within shouting distance.
The house that Ted and Elaine had was ideally suited to that sort of thing. There aren't any other houses within at least a hundred yards on any side of them; they got this rambling bungalow out on a country lane and it's remote, or it seems so to me, who's used to being jammed up with neighbors the way everyone else in the city is jammed up. Carol could have yelled and screamed for all she was worth and nobody would have heard her, probably, but she wasn't in a protesting mood at that time.
"Mmmm, baby, you're bringing me off!" she muttered, arching her hips upward and working her pussy against his hand harder. "Ooohh, I love the way you do it with your hand! Oh, man, you're making me so fucking horny!"
"Work it out, baby, work it out!" he told her. "You know how I like to bring you off; now cream all over my hand!"
By this time I was reaching in the legs of my panties from both sides, running my index fingers into the openings so I could press them against the lips of my own hot lathered pussy. Probably I'd have taken them off and given myself an all-out treatment except that I was so turned on I didn't want to take the time to pull my panties off.
Anyway, I don't need to be naked to get off; I've made it by myself lots of times with all my clothes on and as long as I can get a hand down onto my pussy, I can cum, even if I have to rub it through a pair of panties and a pair of trousers, too. Hell, for that matter I can even get off just by squeezing my legs together if I'm really heated up; I've never had any trouble in cuming. My problem, if I've got one, is cuming enough-sometimes I think I could cream every hour on the hour for the rest of my life and it still wouldn't be enough to suit me.
I could see that I'd been missing something-the sight of that young couple getting together and making it was just about as exciting as anything I've ever seen and believe me, I've been in some pretty grubby, steamy situations before. Maybe it was the fresh, sparkling innocence which both of them radiated, I don't know; there was something unusual about that pair, both of them looking like the very epitome of Boy Scout-Girl Scout, all-American wholesomeness. I guess it was the contrast between their innocent looks and the much more knowing, experienced way they were going about their pleasure.
There wasn't any doubt that they'd made that scene a good many times before. Carol seemed to know just how to twist her sweet little ass around so as to get the maximum amount of pleasure out of Jeff's hand, just as he also knew how to play on her susceptibilities and put the maximum amount of pressure on her. He seemed to take a great deal of pleasure in working her up and in observing the free, uninhibited way she responded to his hand, not that this was any surprise to me; I've run across a lot of fellows who think there's nothing sexier than watching a woman cum. My current boy friend in the city, for example, has never once cum with me-he always cums first, or (more often) holds back so that he can devote all his attention to watching and listening and feeling when those lusty cum-storms erupt between my thighs. I don't mind him watching me cum; it turns me on a little more, knowing that he's savoring every shudder, every gasp of pleasure, as my cunt turns into liquid jelly and pours out over his hand, or his cock, or his mouth.
"Aiieee! You're fucking my cunt off!" she whimpered, pulling his head down onto one of her tits, which had popped free once they'd pulled up the bottom of her teeshirt. "Oooohh, Jeff, do it to me, honey, do it all to me!"
He fingerfucked her until there wasn't a wiggle left in her cute little ass, I'll say that for him. He was sucking on one of her breasts while he was bringing her over the last hurdle and the sight and sound of her cuming against him had filled my own pussy with a frantic desire for release. Naturally, the way I was pressing the lips together and shoving them up against my clitty, I didn't take too long to pass over the line myself; I leaned my head against the window's frame and let it work out slowly, prolonging it and intensifying it at the same time, and gradually brought myself down without uttering a sound. That was the hardest part of all, incidentally; I knew that the slightest sound from me would disrupt the whole scene and so I forced myself to cum in total silence.
Once my head had cleared I took advantage of the interruption to peel my panties off; I knew that they'd be going at it for some time and that I'd probably end up bringing myself off again as well. I wanted to have complete access to my pussy this time, even though I didn't need it to cream, and so I peeled them off and cast them aside. When I looked back through the blind I saw something that was enough to melt my bones, almost: Jeff had stripped during the time I'd been out of action, so to speak, and was now completely naked. Carol had also removed her teeshirt and now they were both as naked as anyone could be. I'd already seen Carol's tits but now that she was in the buff those boobs of hers looked a lot more exciting. The nipples tapered out to needle-sharp points and were a dark shade of red; the circles behind them were big and a lot darker, almost burgundy in color. The sight that really took my breath away, though, was Jeff's cock.
He was lying on his back with his head pointing in my direction, which meant that I was looking right down onto it, and at first I had difficulty in believing that my eyes were working properly. What I mean is, that lad was hung like nobody's business! Charley Rogers, my current boy friend, had impressed me as the king of the studs, having a prick like nothing I'd ever seen on a man before, but his prick was certainly nothing like the monster that I saw rising up from Jeff's loins. I mean, Jeff had it on Charley in every way: length, girth, balls, whatever category you might want, Jeff was bigger. The sight of such a monumental piece of equipment' on a kid so young struck me as bizarre in the extreme, and for a moment I couldn't even breathe-all I could do was stand there and gape.
The earlier session with Carol, of course, had left him with a fine erection. She had her fingers around the tool at the base, making it stand upright, and for a moment it looked as though somebody had planted a young tree at the base of his belly. My mouth went dry when I saw the size of that cunt-splitter and my heart began thudding heavily. The sight of that huge, lovely prick was enough to make me break out in a cold sweat all over. Of course my clit swelled up as big as ever and it began sending out a series of messages of the utmost urgency, informing the rest of my body that it was supremely ready.
"C'mon, baby, go down on it!" he muttered softly. "Give me some head!"
"Y-y-you won't shoot off in my mouth, will you?" she asked, giving him an anxious look. "I'll suck it a little but you know how I hate the taste of cum!"
He assured her that he would give her plenty of warning so that she could pull her mouth away. A part of me could sympathize with her anxiety about receiving his cum in her mouth, since I could remember back when I was fifteen and sixteen, times when I hadn't yet discovered the savage, unique pleasure of taking a man's cum in my throat. In those days, when I was just learning about the varieties of sex and developing my skills, I too had disliked the taste of cum. Moreover, I had thought that it was extremely nasty for a man to do that in a woman's mouth; the very thought of taking a fellow that way had been enough to fill me with the deepest repugnance.
Fortunately I learned better as I became a little older. Most of my fears and doubts had been due to simple ignorance, though my full development as a practitioner of the oral arts awaited the time when I would meet a man whom I deeply loved. Once I'd started dating Fred-this was during my freshman year in college-and had found out what a wonderful guy he was, I quickly came around to seeing that it would be an act of the utmost intimacy to mouth his cock, to let him shoot his cum straight into my throat, and after that I had no further difficulty in sucking a man all the way. After a few sessions of sixty-nine with Fred, I developed an extreme fondness for eating prick and now I'd as soon fuck a man with my mouth as with my cunt or any other part of my anatomy.
As soon as I heard Carol mount her warning against his shooting off in her mouth I felt a powerful urge to dash out onto the porch and tell her that she should suck him all the way, that she was missing one of the most exciting and satisfying parts of fucking. I conquered that urge, of course, and kept my position beside the window; I didn't want to do anything to disrupt the scene taking place before my eyes. I also wanted to go out there and show her a thing or two about cocksucking, anyway, since it quickly became apparent that she was only holding his cock within her mouth-she wasn't giving him anything like a full blowjob. I wanted to show her how she could force her tongue against the extra-sensitive parts of the rod, how she could use her mouth exactly like a cunt and work it around his tool until his balls were almost leaping from their bag in their anxiety to release the pent-up sperm they contained. I didn't do any of that, naturally; I simply stood there and watched.
She had only the head of his prick within her mouth. Even that would have constituted a mouthful for a lot of women, especially those who haven't yet mastered the art of relaxing their throat so a man can shove the head far down it. I deliberately teased myself by thinking about lying there and letting him fuck my mouth. I could almost feel the silky-smooth head rubbing over my tongue, then thrusting in further and forcing my throat apart as it slid further inside and filled my entire body with the essence of aroused masculinity. The thought of serving this lusty, fully aroused youth in that way was affecting enough to make my pussy break out in a new fever of sensual desire and before long I was as horny as I'd ever been.
Once I felt the desire coming back stronger than ever I was really glad I'd taken the opportunity to pull my panties off, since this time I decided I'd give myself a real finger fucking. I attacked my throbbing slit with both hands, reaching around my ass with one hand so I could rub the mushy, overheated flesh from both front and rear at the same time. My previous cum, together with the current excited-state of my pulsating cunt, had covered the whole area with that slippery oil of lusty arousal and I teased myself a little by working the tip of my right middle finger into the cuntal opening. That reminded me of fucking, naturally, and I gauged my cunt's march toward another climax very exactly. I didn't want to cum right away; I knew it would be better if I could prolong it for a while and let the tensions build up further within my body.
At the same time, I continued watching Carol and Jeff through the Venetian blinds. She sucked on his prick in her juvenile, immature way for a while, but then he tired of her weak sucking action and decided that it was time to get into the real action. She was fully ready for that, since even she wasn't immune to the super-sensual feel of a big cock in the mouth, and readily lay back on the lounge chair with her head pointing right in my direction. I almost cried out with hungry delight when I saw her bring her knees up and spread them wide as he got between them. She might have been a rank amateur at eating dick but when it came to fucking, she was right in there with the best of them.
I could see that she'd had his monstrous cock rammed up her cunt plenty of times before; there wasn't anything hesitant or halfhearted about the way she reached down between their bodies to grasp his lust-swollen prick. She jacked him off for a moment as he lay above her and then she started rubbing the naked, flaring head up and down the lips of her quivering pussy. I nearly cried out with my own hunger when I saw what she was doing, since I myself am extremely fond of doing just that, once a man gets into position. A finger can be exciting if applied with the right kind of knowing skill to a woman's pussy, a mouth can be intoxicating when used properly upon the same orifice, but neither is any more wildly arousing than the touch of your lover's cock, I've found through a good many years of sexual experience. Young Carol had already discovered that, it seemed, and I mentally congratulated her on her success.
They didn't waste much time in playing around, though. Even though she didn't know very much about eating pricks and arousing a man orally, Jeff found her mouth effective enough and had conceived a strong hunger to have her hot wet flesh around him. He surged into her after a moment and brought a wailing, gasping cry of delight from her throat. I paled at the thought of having that huge fucking implement spreading my own cunt wide; it must have been a delicious moment indeed when she felt him going into her for the first time. Inevitably I thought about having him and again I could almost feel his prick going up my own lathered hole.
Once they had started fucking in earnest, I moved into the second stage of my own self-amusement. The middle finger of my right hand had been poised in the mouth of my cunt all the while, soaking up the rich juices which poured from the depths of my body, and I now removed it to bring it to bear against the rim of my asshole. I was twenty-six before I discovered the erotic potentialities of the anus. Jim Harper had been the one who uncovered this exciting realm for me; he had brought me around slowly, first by tonguing my ass as we sucked each other and then moving on to the stronger stuff, such as working a finger into me and then finally fucking my ass until I thought I was going to die from the sheer sensual pleasure of it. Once I'd made that discovery, I naturally had begun experimenting by myself and had found that, at those times when I was most aroused, I could make myself cum with an extra dimension of sexual power just by fingerfucking myself in the asshole as I rubbed my pussy in the same old way. I now began implementing that lesson once again, feeling that the time was ripe for pleasure of the most extreme sort, and soon I was dealing out more excitement than I would ever have believed possible.
Carol was every bit as excited as I was. She might have been backward about eating a prick and taking a fellow's load in her mouth but there wasn't anything hesitant or reticent about her desire for his meat in her eager cunt. Once he had the big tool seated firmly in her cunt she swung her legs up with a lithe, agile move to position her calves on his shoulders. This elevated her pussy enough for me to see the way his cock was disappearing into that lovely little bush of golden fur at the base of her belly; he was leaning up so that he too could look down and watch the action, so that meant I had a clear view between their bodies. Seeing his big, thick love-pole going into her pussy was probably the most exciting thing I've ever seen in my life. The only way it could have been improved upon would have been for me to have been taking a cock at the same time and of course that was out of the question.
"AHHH, BABY, YOUR COCK'S SO GOOD!" Carol moaned, writhing about and working her hips from side to side so that her burning cunt would rub against his cock in the most exciting way. "MMMM, I DON'T WANT TO DO ANYTHING BUT CUM WHEN I FEEL THAT PRICK GOING UP MY CUNT!"
"It won't be long," he promised her. "I've got a load of cum that won't quit and I'm going to shoot it all up your cunt!"
"Do it!" she urged, her voice taking on a new, frantic tone of urgency. "Ohhh, you know how I love to feel your cum shooting all over my cunt! Do it now, Jeff; pop your nuts right now and let me feel it shooting out!"
I didn't expect that he would take very long to give the girl exactly what she was asking for. The excitement in her voice was being transmitted to her hips and she was fucking him with as much animation as any man could ever have wanted. Nor was he holding back anything. He surged forward, driving that mammoth prong into her pussy until all of its length was buried in her hot flesh. He quivered as he withdrew it and I had to grit my teeth together to keep from crying out when I saw that massive tool emerge from her cunt, glistening with her wetness and looking more sensual than ever. I leaned against the wall, driving my breasts against it and shuddering as the added pressure added to my own excitement. My fingers were going wild, one in my asshole and the others playing over the lips of my burning pussy, and I knew that it wouldn't be long before I was creaming all over my hands.
Carol's cries mounted higher as she felt her womb turning into hot jelly and gushing down into her cunt, where Jeff's cock was working back and forth. He grunted out an unintelligible phrase and thrust the tool home once more, then collapsed atop her with a violent quiver of sensual feeling. I could see the cheeks of his ass contracting as the muscle spasms worked through them and I knew that his balls were coughing up their hoard of sperm. The sight was enough to drive the blood through my veins at a faster pace and I managed to stagger back to my bed before I collapsed under the flood of orgasmic joy which ripped through my body. I could hear them murmuring ecstatically as they worked out the last of their sensual hunger, but then my own cum became so intense that I was aware of nothing but the tornado of lust which had erupted within my body.
CHAPTER TWO
I hadn't gone to Milton expecting anything but a week or so of placid, dull country living. I certainly hadn't expected to find anything like the excitement I'd felt as I watched Jeff and Carol fucking on the back porch that afternoon. Once I'd witnessed their furious activity, however, it was as though a time bomb had been released inside my body and nothing I could do would be sufficient to stop the train of desire which continued to build up. It wasn't the sort of desire you feel when you're alone with a man and he's caressing your body, building you up for the big make-out scene; it was a deep-seated kind of feeling that worked far back in my mind, so that I was always conscious of Jeff's masculinity in a very special way.
No doubt you'll say that it was very wrong of me to think of my nephew, the son of my own and only sister, in a sexual way, but the truth is this: I simply couldn't help it. No matter how hard I tried, how I wanted to forget what I'd seen, I couldn't erase that memory from my mind. All I had to do was relax my vigilance for a minute and I could see Jeff again, naked and prone with that huge swollen rigid prick rearing up from his loins. Again and again I relived that scene as Carol had swung her legs up and he had begun forcing more and more of his cock into the mouth of her cunt. I would have had to have had a lot more inner resistance to temptation than I've ever had if I were going to avoid thinking about young Jeff and that massive cock of his.
This was rather unusual of me, to be thinking about a male in terms so basically sexual. Always before I'd avoided straight promiscuity and had gone to bed only with men whom I'd really liked, men with whom I could share other things as well as sex. Now, for the first time in my life, I was thinking of a man in sexual terms only, as a sex object, and I didn't know quite what to think of myself. I certainly wasn't thinking about "taking him away" from Carol or anything like that; I've got sense enough to know that, at most, he could have only a temporary infatuation with me. It did occur to me that I might be able to give him a few kinds of pleasure which he wasn't getting from Carol-the most obvious case, of course, being a full-scale blowjob-but mostly I found myself thinking about him simply as a prick, a large one at that. I didn't want him as a lover; I only wanted his mammoth cock in my body.
Once I'd faced up to that-and it didn't take me more than a few hours to admit the truth of my interest in him-I began acting upon it. Sure, I felt a little uneasy about the possibility of fucking my own sister's son, but every time I felt a pang of conscience I would also remember the size of his prick and that memory was enough to firm up my resolution all over again. I started a little campaign that very afternoon, leaving my bedroom door open a trifle as I dressed for dinner-we were going out that evening-and sure enough, Jeff passed by as I was getting into my bra. I was naked except for the bra and he paused outside my door long enough to get himself a good eyeful. I smiled at him when I noticed him standing there and that really shook him up. Probably he was expecting that I'd cry out, or cover myself up, or pull some other kind of trick that women are supposed to do when they find that they're being watched at an intimate moment, but I merely smiled and finished hooking up my bra. I was facing him and I could feel his eyes wandering over my thighs, caressing the dark, curling vee of hair covering my lovemound, and at that moment I wanted him with a fierceness that you'd have to feel to believe. He went on down the hall, though, which was just as well; it certainly wouldn't have done if he'd come into the room, not with Elaine and Ted dressing in their own bedroom not more than a few feet away.
I figured that once he had had that look at me he wouldn't wait too long before making a move to see if my display had been accidental or perhaps a little more purposeful. Ted and Elaine both went to bed early that night, as was their custom, but I stayed up to watch some late-night television. Jeff stayed in the family room with me and toward eleven, once he was sure that his mother and father were safely tucked into bed, he sat beside me on the couch and took up a position close enough to allow our legs to touch. I'd allowed my skirt to slip at least halfway up my thighs and it wasn't long before his hand brushed the naked flesh of my knee. Fortunately I'd taken off my panty stockings when we'd gotten in from the dinner.
When I didn't make any move to get away from him he interpreted the signal correctly and became more aggressive. I wasn't about to let him get very far, though, not with Ted and Elaine sleeping only a few yards away. I returned his kiss, a questing, gentle one, and turned it into a much more passionate meeting of tongues and lips. He ran his hand up my thigh and when I parted them for him he brought his hand directly over the crotch of my panties. I allowed him to rub my pussy through the garment and abetted him in the effort, squirming about on the couch and giving him a nice little humping action.
He wanted to fuck me right there on the couch but I didn't feel up to taking the risk. He nodded reluctantly when I explained myself to him but then he suggested that we go into one of the bedrooms, his or mine. I didn't want that either, since I knew that I might very well start shrieking at the top of my lungs the moment I felt that bull-like cock of his going up my cunt and even though Elaine and Ted both are heavy sleepers they wouldn't be likely to sleep through me getting my cunt reamed out!
"No, it'll have to be somewhere quiet, a place where we're really alone," I told him. "I want to be able to go all out and not hold anything back when I feel you inside me!"
I was rubbing my hand over his cock as I spoke. Even through his trousers I could feel the animal warmth of his prong and that heat, together with the size of it, was almost enough to make me change my mind then and there. If he'd persisted I might very well have weakened and let him fuck me there on the couch. Now that I think about it, I wonder why I didn't at least offer to suck him off.
At least I could have had the pleasure of tasting his cum, of feeling him shooting his balls off into my throat, and I'm sure that that would have made him more eager than ever to have finished the act. It's just as well I didn't think of it, though, because I'm positive that I'd have wanted to have his colossal prick in my pulsing cunt more than ever, once I'd sucked him, and that wouldn't have done, no matter what the circumstances.
As it was, we agreed to meet on the following day and go to a place where we could be sure of having ample room and plenty of time in which to work out all the emotional strain we felt inside. It took a concerted exertion of all my will power to leave him in the corridor, when my clit and cunt were calling out for me to take him into my bedroom. I only just managed to avoid the temptation for the last time and to get into bed by myself. It was a long time before I went to sleep that evening, you may be sure of that. Try as I would, I couldn't get the memory of that boy's cock out of my mind. My hand still bore the hot traces of his flesh after I'd felt it and I could easily imagine the big burly tool from the time I'd seen it before. I didn't mention anything about having seen him with Carol, naturally, and he didn't mention her either. Before I went to sleep I promised myself that I was going to take all the trouble and time I could in order to teach him everything I knew about the pleasure of fucking. If I could do anything about it, I wanted him to be the best cocksman in the history of Milton!
Jeff made the play to get us off by ourselves on the following day. He came into the kitchen at midmorning, where Elaine and I were talking and puttering about, and suggested taking me for a drive up along Bald Ridge, which was one of the area's more scenic drives. He mentioned that we could stop at a restaurant along the way and have lunch and thus devote most of the day to sightseeing. I held my breath for a moment and could hardly keep from cheering aloud when Elaine smiled and said that this would be a very good idea. She wouldn't be able to accompany us, she said, because of some other errands she had to run, but she wished us a good trip and wholeheartedly approved of the idea.
"I imagine she wouldn't have been so eager for us to go if she'd have known what was really on our minds," I said to Jeff as he drove us away from the house. "And while I love my sister dearly, I'm just as pleased that she had those errands to take care of!"
He agreed with that, you may be sure, and gave me a big, conspiratorial grin. As soon as we were outside the town I edged closer to him, not so close that we would have attracted anyone's attention, but close enough that I could reach out and put my hand on his lap. I felt his bulging cock there; the thing had already grown as large as a post and was at least as warm as it had been the night before, when I'd held him in the family room. I didn't give him a full-scale treatment, not knowing how he would react if I tried getting his cock out of his pants, but the presence of my hand was enough to make him press the accelerator closer to the floorboard.
We hurtled along the country road at a fast clip and soon had left Milton far behind. He explained that he was going to a perfect spot, one which was utterly remote and quite un-likely to be visited by anyone else, and I sat back to enjoy the ride. I left my hand in his lap, though. The presence of his big hot cock under my hand was powerfully affecting and was enough to make the lips of my pussy grow big and wet with hungry desire.
When we reached the spot he had in mind, a narrow lane leading out into a meadow overlooking the valley in which the town lay, I saw that he had chosen very wisely. No doubt he had taken his own girls up there more than once, though I refrained from asking him anything about that. Once we had parked, he moved closer to me but then stopped. This surprised me, since I had been looking forward to a ravenously hungry attack from him, but then I told myself that he was probably somewhat unsure of himself and might even be wondering if he should go ahead with the scheme we'd worked out.
I tried to encourage him by remarking on the loveliness of the view and smiling warmly at him. When he made a motion as if he were going to come closer, I held out my hands in a welcoming fashion. He came into my arms and began kissing me. They were aunt-nephew kisses at first, dry and chaste, but then I felt his tongue sliding out and gliding over my lips so I opened them and thrust my own tongue out to greet his. That triggered the storm which had been brewing between us and he pressed harder against me, almost crushing my spine against the door on the passenger's side. I wasn't going to complain, though. I welcomed the youthful vigor of his arms, the pressing urgency of his muscular young body.
Strangely enough he proved to be much more reticent and backward with me than he had been with Carol. I suppose that this is because of the difference in our ages, partly, and also because of the fact that he had never shared those intimacies with me before. I found the slow, cautious way in which he was going about the seduction disconcerting at first, since I've grown accustomed to a more direct approach. Charley, for example, seldom bothers with "building me up" any longer. He knows that my hunger for fucking and sucking is at least as strong as his own and quite often he'll simply look at me with that sharp, hungry way of his and begin undressing himself. And once we're in bed he'll get between my legs and shove his cock into my cunt straight off, not waiting for any of those preparatory moves that all the marriage manuals prescribe. I personally think the books are wrong, since there's hardly anything quite so arousing as having a big cock working back and forth in your cunt.
After a moment, though, I began to see Jeff's position in a different light and to take considerably more enjoyment from his slow, cautious moves. It was almost as if I were a kid again, cautiously exploring the byways of sex with a date, and I soon fell into the spirit of the thing and behaved accordingly. Thus, while I longed to reach out and take his cock into my hands I refrained from doing so, simply because a girl would never do that, not with a fellow she was dating for the first time. And while I longed to cry out for stronger caresses from him, to express my desires in the frankest, most open way, I put down those impulses too.
He was pressing his loins against my thigh. I could feel his cock against the outer part of my leg. It felt like the branch of a tree, except that no branch was ever that big, that hard and so full of masculine vigor! He continued kissing my mouth and running his tongue into it until I felt a mighty surge of sensual power welling up within my body. Twisting against him, I pressed my breasts into his broad chest and rubbed hard; the added pressure upon my nipples sent a delicious thrill of sensuality racing all through my body. He brought a hand up to my breasts as I fell away from him, momentarily overcome by a fierce pang of desire, and began squeezing the big, ultrasensitive globe of womanly flesh.
His teeshirt had slipped out of his jeans during our writhing and I felt under it with both hands. His skin, satiny soft and warm, felt amazingly sensual as I ran my fingers over it and I longed to feel all of him, all of his naked body. Still I held back, not wanting to seem too forward, and gave myself over to his kisses. Gradually he got on top of me and moved between, my thighs so that he could bring his blood-swollen cock more directly against my aching pussy. It had been years since I had had a dry rub with a fellow and for a few moments I felt exactly as though I were reliving certain highly exciting parts of my childhood once more. My dress had gotten bunched up against my waist and he could rub his loins directly against my pussy; only his jeans and my panties separated our naked flesh. As he became more excited, I slipped a hand down the back of his jeans-they fitted loosely enough for me to reach far into them-and began squeezing the cheeks of his ass. I also ran a finger into the crack between them, though not so far as to touch his asshole. Mainly I wanted to get him to thinking about running his fingers into my crack. At that moment I wanted to be fingerfucked as much as I have ever wanted it.
Before my plan could bear the kind of fruit I wanted for it, I succumbed to the excitement of the moment. I mean, the pressure of his cock against the outer portions of my pussy was severe enough that I could feel a tremendous head of steam building up inside me. Under other circumstances I might have worked it differently but it occurred to me that Jeff's ego might be considerably enhanced if I were to have an orgasm then and there. I remembered enough of my basic psychology I'd learned in college to be aware of that, you see, and I decided to throw caution to the winds. Perhaps the experience of making me cum would embolden him enough that he would adopt a more aggressive attitude and assert his masculinity even more strongly.
Accordingly I set myself the goal of having a climax and went to work to achieve that goal at once. Locking my legs around his lithe, powerful thighs, I swung my pussy upwards and rubbed against his loins with a slow, utterly sensual grind that made wonderful things happen to my pussy. I concentrated upon the memory I had of young Carol mouthing his stiff, enraged cock, a sight which had proved to be immensely stimulating to me, and stiffened my entire body.
"OOOHH, JEFF, YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM ALREADY!" I cried out, faking it a little but not so much as you might think. I could feel the cum there in my cunt and I knew it wouldn't take long to bring it to the surface. "Ahhh, I can't stop it, I can't help myself! Mmmm, do it to me, darling, make me cum!"
He forced his lips down on mine, running his tongue far into my hot mouth, and pressed against me harder than ever. I squirmed about enough to bring the lips of my pussy more directly against his stiff prick. My clit, swollen to an immense degree and stiff with blood-lust, scraped against the big, rigid muscle, inevitably reminding me of how it would feel when that huge prod was pistoning in and out of my cunt, and I visualized his sweet, youthful cum spurting out the tip of his tool, deluging my lips, mouth, tongue and throat with its hot, creamy goodness.
That thought was enough to push me the rest of the way and I began to cum. To be sure, the climax wasn't the full, bone-melting kind you have when the man is deep inside you, slamming his prick home with that fierce determination which means that he too is driving toward his own joy; it was the sort of orgasm you have when you're masturbating. That was all right with me, since I knew that it wouldn't be too long before he would be inside me and giving me the kind of .all-out fucking treatment I really wanted. Moreover, by cuming this way-with him outside my cunt-the tunnel would be made tighter and much more sensitive when finally he got around to putting his cock inside me. I've always been that way; masturbating makes me horny and usually I can cum far better if the fellow has brought me off a time or two first by masturbating me or eating me. And what with Jeff's cock being the size it was, I could be quite sure that my cunt would vibrate with an unearthly joy when he began shoving the huge rod into my flesh.
He continued pressing against me, rubbing himself against my pussy, and succeeded in giving me a very pleasing climax in that fashion. I slowed my own motions when I felt the pangs of pleasure begin to recede within my cunt and relaxed for a moment or two in order to get my breath. Also, I hoped, he would take advantage of the opportunity to get himself undressed and ready for even stronger sexual action.
"You made it!" he said, a tone of wonder in his voice. "You really made it, just like that!"
"Of course I made it," I told him. "Mmmm, it was so good! The way you were kissing me and pressing against me, it's a wonder I can even move now! Oh, Jeff, you made it so good for me!"
He pulled away, acting a little uncomfortable, and that's when I began to get the idea that something was very wrong. He wasn't acting the way I'd expected him to act. In fact, he was acting as though that was it, that we'd done what we'd come here for! He hadn't shot his nuts off, I was sure of that; I made even more sure of it by glancing down at his jeans. His prick looked as big as ever-and more delicious than ever, being outlined so firmly against the front of his tightly fitting jeans-and there wasn't a trace of wetness anywhere on the jeans. I couldn't believe that he was getting ready to leave, yet that's exactly the way things looked.
I did everything I could, short of asking him for it point blank, to encourage him to resume his thrilling activities and finally I got the truth out of him. It took me several minutes to digest the full meaning of what he was saying or hinting at but I finally did it. You see, I'd forgotten just how unsure of themselves young boys can be, especially when they're getting into the area of sex-an area that is so important to their developing young egos-and thus I'd overlooked some considerations. The truth is, he was only partially attracted to me. He was also somewhat afraid of me, or perhaps I should say, he was afraid of committing himself completely and doing the things he would have liked. This, I later decided, was partly because of the difference in our ages. He was, afraid that I, being so much older and more experienced than he, would find his advances too juvenile and would therefore reject him. Also, the matter of our blood relationship came into it. I don't mean that he was worried about violating the incest taboo; it was more a matter of worrying about whether I might tell his mother, my sister, about what he had done and thus get him into trouble. As I said, I found it difficult to believe all this at first but when I thought about it later, and coordinated it with what I knew about the psychology of the young male, I found that it became much more believable.
"But that isn't so!" I told him after I'd fully digested the meaning and significance of his words. "Why do you think I came up here with you? It's because I wanted to do all those things with you!"
This is when I really started pulling out all the stops. I saw that I was going to have to become much more aggressive myself if I wanted to salvage anything out of the drive, or anything like what I'd had in mind when we set out, and thus I dropped my guise of "maidenly reserve" and allowed my true colors, so to speak, to come out into the open. Seeing that it would take stronger action on my part, I at once decided to do whatever would be necessary in order to convince him that I did not regard him as a child, that I was not bothered by the fact of our blood , relationship, and that I did want him simply for his own sake.
CHAPTER THREE
Jeff had moved away from me, scooting back to the driver's seat, and there was at least a foot or two of space between us. He had a nervous, very anxious look on his face, as though he might be wondering whether I was going to demand that he drive me back to Milton so I could tell his mother what a bad boy he had been. The poor kid, he really didn't believe that I was serious about wanting all those things with him! I squared around in the seat, cocking my left knee on the bench and extending it toward him so that I was touching his right thigh; I allowed my right leg to extend down onto the floorboard. My skirt was still bunched up around my waist and, with my legs so far apart, I was displaying all my leg to him.
If I do say so myself, they're attractive legs. I'm five-nine and still weigh the same hundred and thirty pounds I weighed when I graduated from college, though it's cost me a lot of will power and effort to keep my figure as trim as I have done. Elaine, who was always less concerned with such matters, had ballooned up to almost a hundred and fifty pounds, but since she's an inch taller than I am it doesn't look too bad on her. And anyway, Ted still thinks the world of her as I can testify from hearing the muffled groans and gasps of abandoned delight from their bedroom late at night. I know that they still ball almost as much as a young married couple because Elaine herself has told me so. She's as horny as I am in her own way, so I suppose Jeff came by his taste for sex honestly.
To get back to Jeff, the subject of my immediate and total concern at that moment, he honestly didn't know what to do. He couldn't keep from looking down at my naked thighs and at my panties, which peeped out from beneath my bunched-up skirt; I knew that only a thin panel of sheer nylon was all that was separating my pussy from his blue eyes, and I fervently wished at that moment that I had been smart enough and foresighted enough to have gone without panties on that one day. I'd expected a longer drive, though, and I knew myself well enough to know that a long drive would mean that I'd have to sit that much longer and in that case my excitement would make my pussy bubble over with that moist, warm oil and therefore ruin the back of my skirt. Now I couldn't have cared less about the skirt; I wanted only to make Jeff burn with rabid desire.
"You mustn't feel bad about what we did just now," I told him.
"Yeah, but you're my aunt and...." he muttered, flushing more deeply and trying to tear his gaze away from between my legs. "Oh, you know how it is, what I mean!"
"Yes, I think I understand what you mean," I told him, "but do you understand how I feel?"
As I framed the question to him, I began rubbing my hands up and down the insides of my thighs. I did it solely to arouse him further, to make him think about rubbing me that way himself, and I could see the hunger burning brighter than ever in his eyes. I dragged my fingertips up and down the smooth, firm, brown flesh, making it as sensual as possible-both in looks and in reality-and felt my pussy throb harder than ever. He mumbled something about not knowing what I meant and I saw that I was going to have to lay it out as simply as possible for him. That didn't bother me; I've always enjoyed talking sex with guys and in fact using the frank, Anglo-Saxon terminology always gives me a little extra boost in the clitoral region when I do so.
"Look, remember last night? There on the couch?"
He nodded mutely, still devouring my panty-clad crotch with his eyes.
"Remember how we were kissing? And how I reached out to take your cock in my hand? Remember that?"
Again he nodded and this time I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head when I mentioned the word "cock."
"Didn't I take it like I knew what I was holding? Did I seem backward or shy or ... or ashamed of putting my hand on your prick?"
"N-n-no, you seemed ... well, it seemed like you wanted to hold it!" he blurted out, still crimson with embarrassment.
"All right, maybe that'll tell you something about me," I said, smiling in a friendly fashion and bringing my hands a trifle closer to the apex of my thighs. In all honesty, I wanted with a desperate urgency to rip my panties off and begin masturbating in front of him, except that in his nervous, unsettled condition I didn't know but what he might really go off the rails and do something that would disrupt everything. "I've felt pricks before, Jeff; I know what they look like, what they feel like. I know exactly what they can do for a woman, how good they can make her feel. Jesus, do you think I live like a nun down there in the city? I'm thirty-five years old, Jeff, and while I'm not married, I have a lot of boy friends. Thirty-five might seem ancient to you but I assure you it isn't too old to know what to do with a man!"
"Yeah, I know," he mumbled. "I mean, I know that Mom and Dad ... well, you know what I mean!"
"Yes, they're still active too," I agreed. "Once a woman develops a taste for ... the kind of pleasure she can have with a man, she hardly ever loses it. And you can go on satisfying that taste for a long time. Believe me, Jeff, a woman doesn't lose her desire for lovemaking as she gets older; if anything, the desire gets stronger than ever!"
"So what you're saying is, you want to...." he began, but could not finish the sentence.
"Yes, Jeff, I want to do all those things. With you!" I told him. "Is that so awful of me, wanting to do them with you?"
"Uh, what sort of things?" he asked, eyeing me suspiciously.
"Mmmm, I wish that at this moment, right here and now, I were stark naked so you could see what kind of shape I'm in," I told him. "Oooohh, I'm so excited! I'd like to show you my pussy, to let you see how hot and wet I am, and then I'd like for you to undress and let me see that lovely big cock of yours! Mmmm, it felt so huge and hard last night. I just know that you're the biggest man I ever felt in all my life!"
He lapped up my words like a kitten going after a saucer of the richest cream. Sure, I put an extra amount of vibrato into my voice and hammed it up a little extra, but basically I meant every word I said. You ought to have seen the effect my words had on him! He acted as though someone had touched a bare electric wire to his ass, that's how he jumped when he heard that I wanted him to see my pussy. He jumped out of his lethargy upon hearing that and came toward me but I was ready for him; I pushed him back and opened the door on my side of the car at the same time. I got out and stood beside the open door, unhooking my skirt and slipping it down over my bare legs. He sat there like a statue as I draped the skirt over the back seat and then reached up to start unbuttoning my blouse. I hung it over the seat too and stood there for a moment in my bra and panties, luxuriating under his searching gaze.
I'd selected my underwear with some care, picking a matched set of creamy-yellow nylon which, I figured, would contrast nicely with the deep tan I kept all year round, thanks to the beach in summer and my sunlamp the rest of the year. The bra was nothing more than a couple of triangles of nylon, each big enough to cover a nipple and a portion of breast-given my measurements, 36C, you can be sure those little patches didn't cover much!-and thin enough to mold themselves around every nuance and undulation in the big, meaty globes. The panties were cut on a similarly skimpy pattern and in fact were not large enough to cover all the bush growing over my lovemound. I knew all too well that a thin line of hair peeped over the top edge of the triangle disappearing between my thighs and I was pretty sure that the material had worked itself up between the lips of my pussy, meaning that it, too, would mold the undulations with a perfection which was sure to arouse his animal instincts even more.
"This is the time when you're supposed to offer me a blanket," I murmured.
"Huh? Oh, sure, I've got one in the back here," he blurted out, and leaped into the back seat to bring out a big picnic blanket. "Here, I'll spread it out for you."
I didn't have any doubt that young Carol's tight little ass had been pounded against that blanket any number of times, and maybe several other asses as well. There were a few suspicious-looking stains on it, yellowish blotches which were almost certainly the tell-tale evidence of past fucking sprees which had taken place on that blanket, but I didn't mind that a bit. If anything it made it even more exciting for me, knowing that I was going to be fucked on the same blanket he'd used for some of his other conquests.
As soon as he'd spread the blanket out on the grass beside the car I took a seat on it and started fumbling with the hook to my bra. He stood there for a minute, gaping, and then started undressing. I thought he would rip the buttons off his clothes in his anxiety to get undressed but he made it without mishap, though he paused for a moment when I finally unhooked the bra and laid it aside. I turned to give him a better look at my breasts and also to present them to him at a better angle. His eyes almost started from his head when he saw their full naked dimensions. I'm proud to say that my breasts don't have a-trace of a sag and the nipples are every bit as sensitive as they were the first time a boy touched them, sending the first of those deliciously stimulating electric shocks racing through my body.
"You'd better get your jeans off too," I murmured, lying back and hooking my thumbs inside the top of my panties so I could pull them down over my thighs.
He ripped off his jeans in record time. I thought I would cry out with delight when he'd stepped out of them and I could see his prick in all its naked beauty. The rod was as stiff as a piece of spring steel, naturally, and had just about as much life to it, I'm sure. He wasn't circumcised and the foreskin was drawn so tight it looked as though it might burst, the head of his cock was that large. I longed to take the tool into my hands, to force the foreskin back with gentle pressure and to feel him slipping that mammoth swollen head into my mouth, but I forced myself to peel my panties off slowly and then lie there.
"Kneel down there for a moment," I said, pointing to my feet. "I'll show it to you first, so you'll know exactly what you're getting!"
The real reason, of course, is that I wanted him to be ravenously hot when he lay over me and started sliding that mammoth cock of his into the Ups of my pussy, maybe even hot enough that he would shoot his balls off as soon as he felt my cuntal Ups closing around the head of his prick. There was a good chance that he might cum very quickly, I thought, even though I'd seen him pumping his cock into Carol's hot little slit for what had seemed to be an eternity. He was used to fucking her, I reasoned, and might well be able to hold back his cum until he was ready to let it go. With me, a new conquest, he might very well be so turned on that he would shoot off at once and that would be an experience which would be totally new to me. As I lay there, I realized that this was what I most wanted from him at that moment: I wanted him to fuck me but I wanted him to be so excited that he would let go with his cream at once, drenching my cunt with the hot, salty spray and driving me mad with the vigor of his big balls.
He knelt down obediently and I spread my legs farther apart, drawing up my feet at the same time so that he would be able to see everything down there. Suddenly I felt a powerful, unearthly surge of sexual feeling running through my loins and spreading over my body. I've always loved showing off to fellows, demonstrating my pussy's beauty to them and playing with it while they watched, and without hardly any exceptions all the men I've known have responded quickly and definitely to the sight of me playing with my pussy. Jeff proved to be no different in that respect. He watched closely and, as I reached down with my fingers and spread the lips wide, opening them up to give him a glimpse of the small, crescent-shaped opening where his cock would fit so nicely, I saw a glint of rising excitement coming into his eyes.
"Mmmm, you like to look at me, don't you?" I murmured, squeezing the lips together and then running my finger through them. "You like the looks of my pussy, don't you? Oh, darling, I love the way you're looking at me; it's almost as though you were raping me with your eyes! I love it!"
"God, it's making my balls hurt!" he whispered, visibly restraining himself and growing more aroused every second.
"Is it a nice-looking pussy?" I asked, shamelessly hungry for his compliments. "Do you really like the way it looks? Or maybe it isn't as nice as some others you've seen, hmmm? Tell me abut the pussies you've seen, Jeff; I want to know abut them!"
"Weil, I haven't seen all that many," he mumbled, never removing his eyes from the junction of my thighs. "Oh, there's this one girl, I've seen hers quite a bit. But it's nothing like yours, not anything like yours!"
He was talking about Carol; I was almost sure of that. I pressed him for more details, eager to know what he thought about me.
"Well, she's a blonde," he said, thereby confirming my belief that he had Carol's pussy in mind at the moment. "So there's not as much hair on it as there is on yours and hers is lighter, too. And the lips on hers, they aren't as big as yours. And hers doesn't get as wet as yours is. Wow, that's just the sexiest-looking sight in the world, that's all!"
"Think how it'll look after you've fucked me," I whispered, hoping that thoughts of this sort would affect him even more powerfully. "After you've put that big cock of yours in and worked it back and forth, think how it'll look then! And after you've shot off all that wonderful, lovely, sweet cream in your balls! Mmmm, it'll be red and raw-looking then, and your cum will be trickling out the lips, dripping all over me; it'll look a lot different after you've made me cum a few times!"
"Wow, I can't wait!" he mumbled, edging closer. "Yeah, I want to do it, I really want to do it to you!"
I released my pussy and held out my arms to him, giving him the unmistakable signal to go ahead. He stretched out between my legs and I stretched a hand down to take his cock; I would have liked to have sucked him awhile before putting it in my cunt but I could tell that he was so fully aroused I would not need to do so, at least insofar as getting him ready was concerned. He might have started cuming at once if he had felt my mouth on his prick's head, not that that would have been any great disaster for me! But I could see that he Wanted to start off with a straight fuck right into the heart of my cunt and I was certainly willing enough for that. After all, it had been four or five days since that last time I had seen Charley and the truth of the matter is, I was getting fairly desperate for a good fuck myself. I've gotten accustomed to having a man almost every night, or whenever I want one, and the long dry spell was beginning to tell on me.
That's probably the reason I momentarily lost my command of the situation. In my eagerness to have him exactly the way I wanted, I forgot about his dangerously excited condition and went too far. The feel of his cock in my hand helped push me over the limit. The tool was as hard as anything I've ever felt and it was so hot, so vibrant with excited sensuality! I made him hold back for a moment-he was hot to drive it right into the eye of my cunt, naturally-so I could watch as I peeled back the foreskin and exposed the big head. I circled the head of his prick with my right thumb and forefinger, then gently pressed the tautly stretched skin back. I felt a deep, savage thrill of excitement as my hand forced the skin off the head, allowing more and more of that lavender-hued knob to come out into the open; the sight was far more exciting than I had expected, and I moaned softly. I could see that his cock had a lovely head-it was shaped rather like an acorn, except that it was about ten or fifteen times as large as any acorn I had ever seen before, and the rim flared out exactly like a gigantic mushroom. Inevitably, I thought of how deliciously pleasing that big head would be as it dug into the walls of my highly aroused cunt, scoring them with that big rim and spreading me as I'd never been spread before. The thought lent an added vigor to my hand and before I knew it I was caressing him just like I caress Charley or the other men in my life. With them, they're old enough that often they don't get as hard as a woman might like and it helps to jack them off a little as you're getting their cocks down into place. It wasn't that way with Jeff. He was young enough and virile enough that my hand gave him the last spark of stimulation he needed.
"Agghhh!" he groaned, writhing helplessly atop me. "Mmmm, you're bringing me off; you're pulling the cum out of my nuts!"
I stiffened for a moment, not believing him, but then I felt the first heaving spasm in his cock and knew that I had gone too far. He was cuming! I hurriedly pressed the head of his cock down against the lips of my pussy, hoping to get him inside before the flood started, but I was too late. The first spurt of cum jetted out against the lips of my pussy, deluging them with that hot, sticky cream and making me shudder with a frantic, deep-seated delight. I worked the head of his cock between the lips and forced it down against the mouth of my cunt, bringing my legs up around him as I did so. He got two more gushing jets of cum out before the tool was positioned properly.
"MMMM, FUCK ME!" I moaned, tightening my legs and pulling my hand out from between his thighs as he drove inward with a blind, primitive rush. "FUCK MY CUNT, JEFF, FUCK MY CUNT OFF! AIIIEEE, YOU'RE CUMING ALREADY, YOU'RE SHOOTING YOUR CUM ALL OVER MY PUSSY!"
It had been a long time since I'd felt anyone shooting cum over the outer portions of my pussy. I'd had a boy friend once who liked it that way-he'd fuck away inside my cunt until he was almost ready and then would remove his prick and jack off the rest of the way, directing his cum down onto my muff, or perhaps moving up to shoot it over my breasts or even over my face. He had a kinky aspect about him. There was something about being able to see his cum spurting out onto a woman's body which really turned him on. I didn't mind a bit, since he could always hang in there long enough to fuck me through two or three really strong climaxes before he was ready to shoot his balls off. And for the last one, when he was outside me and fist fucking himself, I'd usually get another one for myself by masturbating as he brought himself off.
So, it was a nice experience for me and I might very well have let young Jeff stay outside me that first time, except that he wanted to have it in me and I wanted it in my cunt too. Once I'd gotten him planted, he didn't waste any time in driving it the rest of the way; he just bowed his back and lunged into me. My cunt was plenty slippery and his cock was spurting clouds of steaming cum, so there was plenty of lubrication to grease the way for him. I wasn't prepared, though, for the sheer bulk of his cock, or maybe it's just that I was so turned on that my excitement had actually made my cunt a lot tighter than usual. Whatever the true explanation, I felt my cunt's mouth being opened up like never before as he drove that huge rod into me.
It wasn't a hurting sensation, you understand; it was a fucking sensation, an experience of the utmost sensuality. He slid into me easily but I could feel the muscles in my midsection being stretched to the utmost as he drove more and more of that big tool up my slit. I could feel the hot jets of cum splashing over my flesh, too, and that made it even more delicious. On and on he pushed his cock, until he was as deep as any man had ever been, but still he pressed on in his blind, animal way, seeking to bury himself between my widespread thighs. For a moment the fury and violence of his response, together with the power of that initial thrust, paralyzed me, though I could feel his mighty presence with a clarity beyond belief. Then the spell snapped and I sprang into quick, heaving action.
"Mmmmm, I can't believe it!" I wailed, locking my heels together behind the cheeks of his ass and rolling my hips from side to side on the blanket. "OOOOHH, JEFF, YOU'RE SHOOTING CUM ALL OVER ME; YOU'RE SO FUCKING BIG, SO HOT! AGGHHH, DO IT TO ME, DARLING, FUCK IT UP MY CUNT! I LOVE TO FEEL YOU CUM! I CANT GET ENOUGH OF YOUR COCK. YOU'RE KILLING ME WITH COCK!"
I brought my legs still higher around his tense quivering torso and elevated the mouth of my cunt to the maximum. By shifting the angle of my cunt, I made him go into me at a different angle and the change produced a marvelous reaction within my body, forcing my cunt to grip his big, spurting tool at a different angle and delivering a savage jolt of new pleasure into the mouth of my womb. As he completed his thrust and drove his cock the rest of the way into my cunt I felt his big hairy balls come to rest against the mouth of my asshole. At that moment I knew that I would inevitably have to have his cock in my ass before leaving Milton; the sensation was so incredibly stirring that the determination formed in my mind without my having to do anything about it. I didn't say anything about it at the time, you can be sure of that, but the idea had been firmly planted and would remain until I had gained the objective.
He mouthed wordless phrases as he struggled against me. His cock was still shooting out thick, scalding streams of cum, deluging my cunt until it seemed that three or four men, perhaps, were fucking me. I found the endless nature of his climax a source of special pleasure, as you might expect; since I've always loved feeling a man shoot cum into my body you may be sure that I loved the way his big, youthful balls poured out the biggest flood of hot, reeking sperm I could ever remember receiving in my life. I thought his climax would go on forever! And it was a strong one, too! Charley and the other fellows I know, they've gotten to the point where they'll actually shoot out only three or four spurts of cum and they might not be very strong ones at that; some of those guys don't even shoot off at all-the cum just rolls out the tip of their prick, though they still love the sensation of cuming as much as when they were young and studly. But Jeff's cum, ah! That was heaven itself. The spurts felt strong enough to have broken the tissues within my cunt and they lasted forever, it seemed. (I later experimented with him and jacked him off once while he was standing upright; I found that the first six or seven spurts of cum arced out for a good four feet before dropping to the ground and he swore that he could do better than that, though I never bothered with trying for a new record.)
"Omigod, you're going to cum forever!" I choked out. "Ooohh, your balls are so full of cum I can't believe it! Give it to me, darling, give it all to me! Shoot it all up my cunt! Mmmm, I can't wait to suck you off; I know you'll drown me when I suck your cock off!"
He continued plunging into me, never stopping for breath, and succeeded in fucking me into three orgasms in a row! There, I quickly discovered, was yet another advantage to having a lover as young and powerful as Jeff. Where most men would have stopped their driving thrusts as soon as their balls had coughed up the last droplet of cum, Jeff continued plunging that immense piston into my body; and where virtually every man would have lost his erection after having shot off such a tremendous load, Jeff's prick kept its hardness. I couldn't believe that he was still stiff, that he was still fucking me with that same relentless intensity, but there it was, believe it or not. I could feel his cock all the way up my cunt, even in the mouth of my womb; it was as though I were being completely filled with his meat and driven to the very limits of my endurance. He seemed possessed by a demon of sensual fury, one that pushed him on to a superhuman effort. He was grunting deep in his throat as he shoved that big, thick tool into my cunt over and over and I could feel the tension in his muscular body as he worked atop me.
His cock was plunging into the thick pool of love cream which his balls had shot into my cunt and I could hear the liquid, mushy sounds as his prick worked back and forth within my wet slit. I could still feel his balls resting against the rim of my asshole as he fucked. Their big presence lent an added dimension of sexual excitement to the act and fired my enthusiasm to an incredibly high pitch. No sooner had my first climax started to ebb, and it had been a long, hearty one, than I felt another taking place within the depths of my cunt. I've cum several times in a row with lots of men, though always before it's taken me at least a couple of minutes to move from one orgasm to another. On this occasion, however, I could feel the second storm of sensual joy taking shape even before the first had completely ebbed from my flesh. Choking out a cry of encouragement, I tightened my quivering legs about his torso and swung my loins up to meet his.
Like many men possessed by sexual desire of the highest kind, he sought to keep his prick buried as deeply as possible within me and only occasionally withdrew. On those infrequent occasions he would pull only an inch or two of his cock outside my cunt and then slam it home once more, driving into me with a truly blinding force. As he pressed his meat home, I could feel the base of his prick mashing the lips of my pussy flat against my pelvic bone, almost crushing them with his lusty fire, and my clitoris scraped into the mass of fur at the base of his belly. I already knew from years of experience that I could deliver the most amazing kind of sensations to my own body at those moments simply by squirming beneath him. Even the slightest movement, when a man is deep inside your cunt, is enough to make a whole host of things happen to some exceedingly sensitive parts of your body and all of them were things which, at that moment, I wanted to happen with a special kind of force. I therefore welcomed his efforts at driving even deeper into my cunt and responded with some hip-grinding motions which, I knew, would be especially pleasing to me. By wriggling my hips from side to side and also bobbing them up and down I could make his prick move about inside my cunt, stimulating the entire surface of that inflamed tunnel, and I could also bring exquisite pressure to bear upon the lips of my pussy and my clit. And always, of course, there was the slight but decidedly stimulating friction between his balls and my asshole. All of it together, therefore, was enough to send me rocketing head over heels into the pulsating grasp of another climax and I welcomed it, indeed hurried it along, by applying every skill I had ever learned during my years of lovemaking.
"Mmmm, you're incredible!" I purred, alternating my words with darts of my tongue into his ear, which happened to be very close to my mouth. "OOOHH, DARLING, YOUR COCK'S THE BEST EVER; NOBODY'S EVER FUCKED ME LIKE THIS! AGGHHH, I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE STILL FUCKING ME, STILL HARD ENOUGH TO FUCK ME LIKE THIS! OHHH! JEFF, DO IT HARDER! DEEPER, DO IT DEEPER! ANNNGGHHH-OWWWW!"
My words inspired him still further, as I knew they would. I love to fire a man's balls at those special moments, so that he becomes filled with an almost superhuman power and exerts himself far beyond his normal limits. Jeff, young enough to be especially susceptible to encouragement of that kind, of course replied with a long series of animated thrusts, and pressure of the most stimulating kind. As his big, swollen cock shifted about within my cunt, I felt my womb explode with a convulsive gasp of sensual release and then I was cuming again. Still he worked back and forth, always fucking in that bull-like, determined way of his, and I felt the orgasm peak suddenly and fill all my body with sexual joy of the most intense kind.
As that climax started to ebb I felt another rising to take its place and then a perfect flood of orgasmic pleasure took possession of my entire body. Toward the end of that climax Jeff began fucking me in a different fashion. He began withdrawing his enormous tool until only the head remained lodged in the mouth of my cunt, then plunged in with a quick snap of his hips that brought gasps of feverish delight to my lips. He seemed to be fucking himself toward another climax, although I knew that it would be impossible for him to cum again so soon after having shot that full load of cum into my cunt; after a moment he gave a sharp cry and thrust the tool borne and held it there. Incredible as it may seem, I could actually feel his prick vibrating with big, convulsive spasms, although he was not emitting any cum. Every aspect of his behavior indicated that he was indeed experiencing a climax, and he later told me that he had done so, though had not been able to shoot out any more sperm. He had definitely felt the orgasmic sensations, though, and even I could feel the vibrations of lusty joy racing through his cock and turning it into a rod of the purest pleasure.
After he had come the second time he fell on top of me in a heap and lay there, gasping and shuddering. I could tell that he was finished for the moment but I took a renewed pride in my accomplishment. I also made a firmer decision that later, after he had recovered, I would try to surpass Carol's performance and show him everything he had been missing with her.
In particular, I wanted to show him that it was possible, indeed enjoyable, for a woman to suck a man's prick all the way, until he shot his load into her mouth; the mere thought of having him blast a flood of cum into my mouth the way he had shot one into my cunt was so overpoweringly exciting that I could think of little else. Well, I also contemplated the possibility of getting him to fuck me in the ass, I've got to admit that. Even though his prick was the largest I had ever seen, and even though I haven't been fucked in the ass enough for the muscles there to become so accommodating as those surrounding my cunt, I knew that I wanted to try it with him. Since my asshole is at least as sensitive as my cunt, I figured that I might very well find myself being fucked unconscious when I persuaded him to take me in that fashion. Granted that I might have to suffer while he was first introducing his cock into my ass, I had no doubt that the pain would soon be supplanted by sensual pleasure of the most intense sort and that in the long run I would love having him in that fashion. For the moment, though, I was content merely to lie there, supporting his weight with my body, and contemplate those marvelously exciting acts. His cock still reached deep into my cunt and the sweet, pure joy of having him on me, in me, was quite enough to give me a great deal of satisfaction.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Jeff?"
"Mmm?"
"I've got something to say to you. A confession I've got to make."
He was beginning to stir. It was perhaps four or five minutes after he had cum that second time and he was gradually recovering his composure. He had lifted himself partly off my body, though I'd clamped my legs around his hips to make sure that he wouldn't be able to take his prick out of my cunt, and he was looking down into my eyes in a peculiar way, as though he might be trying to look into my soul. I saw an expression of the utmost sweetness on his handsome young face, an expression that made me love him all the more intensely at that moment. That's probably the main reason I wanted to get it all out into the open between us, so that there would be no secrets at all to keep us from knowing and having each other as totally as possible.
"Yesterday afternoon, you know? When you and Carol were out on the back porch? You weren't alone. I hadn't gone anywhere; I was in my bedroom taking a nap. I ... I guess you'd thought I'd gone somewhere with Elaine, right?"
He stiffened and I could see a worried frown coming over his face so I hastened to reassure him. I explained that I hadn't meant to spy on him and that I had no intention of telling anyone else what I'd seen or heard that afternoon, thus reassuring him somewhat. I went on to tell him that I was speaking only as a friend, not as a relative or as his mother's sister. As far as I was concerned, I said, what he and Carol did was their own business and no one else's.
"But I did hear something I wanted to bring up right now," I continued. "Do you remember there at the start, when you'd taken your shorts off and she was going down on you?"
He nodded, blushing furiously when I uttered the phrase "going down." Evidently he, like so many other youngsters, assumed that anyone as old as I am would have no knowledge of or interest in "going down" on another person. I shortly corrected that misapprehension in the most direct, convincing manner.
"Well, I heard her say that she didn't like the taste of cum," I told him. "And it looked as though she didn't really know very much about doing a fellow with her mouth. Hasn't she ever sucked you off all the way?"
"No," he said, "she never has. If you want to know the truth, that was only about the third time she ever did it at all. See, I've only just gotten her to the point where she'd try it."
"Has any other girl ever given you a blowjob?" I asked. "I mean, a real one, the kind where you stay in her mouth all the way and shoot off in her mouth?"
He admitted that he had never experienced that particular pleasure, an admission which I found especially intriguing since it meant that I would be the first woman ever to take him in that fashion, assuming that I successfully implemented the plan which had already taken shape within my mind. He told me that he knew of one girl in school who regularly sucked boys off but that she was so unattractive that he had never been able to ask her for a date. I saw a familiar pattern there and recognized echoes of my own youth. I remembered Betty Jean Rawley, a girl my own age whose social life was marred by a squat, dumpy figure and a terrific case of acne. She had also had an all-consuming desire to be "one of the crowd," so to speak, and once she had discovered that boys liked having their dicks sucked she had turned herself into my home town's premiere cocksucker, though the transformation certainly did nothing to raise her standing in my own eyes.
I could see that he was moving into very uncertain territory here and the thought struck me that he might very well be thinking that "nice girls," a category into which he would certainly put Carol and probably me, simply did not do that sort of thing. I knew that I would be doing Jeff himself, as well as Carol and perhaps a lot of other girls, a big favor if I could get his thinking straightened out on that score. Thus I told him point blank that at one time I had held views similar to Carol's, that I had also felt a strong disinclination to have a man in that way, even though I had always liked the way a prick felt against my tongue. I had subsequently come around to a different way of thinking, however, and had realized that having a man deposit his cum in my mouth was one of the most intimate ways in which we could make love. Moreover, I told him, I had discovered that my earlier revulsion against the taste of cum had been misplaced and that after experimenting a few times I had developed a real fondness for the thick, salty cream.
"It doesn't taste bad at all," I said, sensing the growing excitement in his body as I held him close to me. "I'll prove it to you if you like; I know a way I could prove it to you and maybe show you something Carol's never shown you before. Are you game for it?"
Of course he was game for it, even though he didn't have the slightest idea what I had in mind. I'd known that he would be highly interested, of course; a kid as horny as young Jeff would have only to hear the word "sex" and he'd become all ears. When he'd nodded his agreement and was paying close attention to me, I relaxed the grip of my legs around his body and placed my feet flat on the blanket beside him.
"Now, ease your cock out of me very slowly," I murmured, looking straight into his eyes. "Here, let me get my hands down between us. I want to close the lips of my pussy as soon as you take your cock out of me. I'll bet you've never seen your cum seeping out of Carol's pussy, have you?"
Shaking his head from side to side, he admitted that he had not. He was extremely interested in seeing his sperm leaking from my slit, though, just as I wanted him to see it, since I guessed that the sight would invigorate him with a new sense of sexual desire and would make him very horny indeed. Accordingly, I reached down with both hands and squeezed the lips of my pussy together tightly as he withdrew his prick from my cunt. I lifted my head up to watch the big, thick rod emerging; I saw that he had churned my pussy's juices into a milky froth as he had plunged in and out in the throes of ecstatic delight and that there was a small ring of froth around the hair at the base of his prick. I also saw that his cock was wet and shiny with my cunt's abundant moisture, as well as covered with ropy strands of his own cum. I felt a deep pang of the sharpest kind of desire when I first saw that cock of his in such an eminently suckable condition and for a moment I regretted that I had not asked him to transfer that luscious-looking tool directly from my cunt to my mouth. I held to my original plan, though, and did not mention this new desire which plagued my mind with so great a force.
I directed him to take up a kneeling position between my feet so he could see everything that I was doing. As soon as he had assumed that position I released my fingers' grip upon the lips of my pussy and spread them wide apart. Since I had often studied my image in a conveniently placed mirror while I was performing this act, one incidentally which always gave me a great deal of pleasure, I knew exactly what he would be seeing. There would probably be a small trickle of sperm edging out the mouth of my cunt as soon as I had spread the lips open. I quickly made this trickle into' a flood by clenching the muscles of my belly and forcing a huge quantity of his semen out of the depths of my cunt. As I had expected, his eyes grew big and round when he saw that but I heightened the impression by moving my fingers down into the lips and smearing the overflow onto the outer portions of my pussy. I rubbed the thick, sticky cream all over my slit, working it up into the hair as well, and moaned as my fingers hit the sensitive spots and caused flashes of sensual delight to shoot outward.
"Mmmm, it feels so good!" I exclaimed. "I'm rubbing it all over my pussy, Jeff; it's going to be so nice!"
He couldn't say a word, though the expression on his face adequately conveyed the excitement he felt as he watched me work on myself. I made a big show out of it and even lifted my hips off the blanket slightly, causing my pussy to rub into my fingers harder. I gave my rump a twisting wiggle, just as if he were still inside me. I felt another big blob of his cum edging its way out and I caught it in my fingers. This time I brought the sperm up to my breasts and anointed them with it, an act which brought a gasp of surprise to his lips.
"It's good for a woman's tits," I told him. "My boy friend in the city likes for me to do this."
"D-d-does he kiss them after you do that to them?" he asked, though I could see that it cost him a mighty effort to frame the question so bluntly.
"Mmmm, does he ever!" I exclaimed. "He says it makes them a lot better to kiss! And the answer to your next question is yes, sometimes he kisses my pussy after he's fucked me good. He doesn't think it's bad to kiss a woman's pussy when the cum is running out!"
Jeff blushed brightly at that, telling me that I'd guessed correctly about the state of his mind. He said that he'd often wondered if men and women really did that to each other and admitted that he'd never had his lips against a girl's pussy. Carol, he said, would not allow him to do it to her, since she believed that her pussy was not kissing material, especially when she was fully aroused and the slit was ripe with her erotic wetness. I laughed heartily at that and assured him that those were the times when a pussy was especially suitable for kissing, or so I and my boy friends had found it. I could see that he was extremely interested in eating me and I made a note that I would endeavor to get his face between my legs as soon as possible; I was pretty sure that he would not be very eager to start eating me in my present condition, however.
"Now I want to show you what I meant about eating you," I said after a moment. "Mmm, I'm just dying to taste your cock! Will you be able to cum again?"
He said that he would probably be able to shoot off at least a small amount of sperm; the fifteen minutes or so which had elapsed since he had ejaculated in my cunt would be enough, he thought, for his balls to have built up a small reservoir of semen. He marveled at my willingness to receive his discharge in my mouth and I could see that he was not fully convinced that I would really suck him all the way. Accordingly, I resolved upon a scheme which, I believed, would prove to him once and for all that I meant every word of it.
"Here, before you let me start sucking you why don't you put your cock back in my cunt?" I proposed. "There's still enough cum in me that it'll make your prick taste a lot better. I'd rather go down on a guy when he's juicy and rank."
He was only too agreeable to that and, his prick having lost none of its rigidity, all he had to do was extend himself forward and he was again in the fucking position. I moaned softly as his prick entered my pussy's lips again and then probed the rim of my cunt. I'd become very aroused by showing him my slit and rubbing his cum over my loins and I was highly receptive to his cock's magical power. This time he entered me more gently, sliding the big rod in at a much slower pace. That change made his entrance all the more exciting, since I could feel the prick's progress up the lust-clotted channel of my cunt. For a moment I felt an urge to ask him to forgo the pleasure of putting his cock in my mouth and instead to give me another straight fuck in the old-fashioned manner. I managed to quell that impulse, though, and kept to my original plan.
As soon as he had driven his cock all the way home, filling me so full of prick that I marveled at my cunt's elasticity, I instructed him to allow it to remain in place for a moment. I wanted the tool to be thoroughly coated with his cum and mine too, so that he could see that I was eager to have it fresh and ripe with erotic juices. After a moment I judged that it would be ready and I told him to withdraw it and bring it up to my mouth. Just as I had guessed, the rod emerged in a luscious condition and I felt my body burning with a feverish lust as I watched it slip out of my cunt's hot, wet grasp.
"Mmmm, that's just the way I wanted it to be!" I murmured weakly. "Oh, Jeff, I hope you can come again; there's nothing like feeling a fellow shoot off in your mouth, really there isn't! I'm really going to love this!"
He moved up my. body on his knees and his cock waggled from side to side as he brought the stiff tool to my lips. As he straddled my breasts I wondered what he would say if I proposed that he fuck me between them; I've had a few boy friends who liked doing it that way as well as any other. Jeff would have been ideal for that kind of fucking, since his cock was long enough to rest between my breasts and reach up to my lips, but I didn't mention it to him at that time. After all, I needed to keep something back so we'd have something new to try later!
He watched closely as his cock neared my lips. He still wasn't entirely sure that I was going to do it to him, I suppose, and he didn't want to miss a bit of it. There were globules of cum smeared up and down the thick shaft and some especially juicy blobs of cream gathered in the groove separating the shaft from the broad, turnip-shaped head. I could hardly hold back a groan of delight when I saw the tool at close range and I eagerly reached out for it. My hand slid easily up and down the slippery stem and I pulled the skin back taut so as to expose the head completely. He brought it closer and I opened my lips wide, then popped my mouth over that lovely head.
At once I tasted the distinctive flavor of his cum mingled with mine. His sperm had a lighter, sweeter flavor that what I had been used to, which is not surprising since Charley, the man with whom I ball most often, is forty and his balls have seen a lot of service. I found it an utterly delightful taste and felt my heart begin pounding madly as the combined flavors assailed my taste buds. He pressed it into my mouth further, filling me completely with cock, and I swirled my tongue around the big head in order to cleanse it of all that intoxicating cream.
"Ohhh, wow, is that ever something else!" he groaned, throwing his head back and writhing with pleasure. "Mmmm, I couldn't stand much of that for sure!"
I gave him a few more ball-stirring licks and ran my mouth down over his cock as far as I could and then pulled back. Due to our position, I could get no more than two or three inches of his prick into my mouth, though I should have been able to take almost all of it. The difficulty was that I could not get my head far enough back to allow the tool to slide down my throat the way I wanted. Accordingly, I suggested a change of position after I had removed his prick from my mouth and of course he agreed to it, especially when I told him I wanted to try getting every inch of that mammoth tool in my mouth.
"Just lie there on your back," I told him. "I can take it all, I know I can! Just let me get around like this and then you'll see. Mmm, it tastes so good, it feels just super sexy!"
He stretched out on his back and I got over him, lying at his side with my face pointed toward his feet. This meant that his cock could now slide into my lips and go straight down my throat. I cupped his big, heavy balls with one hand as I held the base of his cock and then I felt him shoving it home. The head of his cock dilated my throat as it slid into place but I was relaxed enough that I could take it without difficulty this time. He began fucking up and down, working it in and out of my throat just as though he were fucking my cunt once more, and I began working my tongue around the head and shaft as it slid back and forth. His strokes became more energetic and I could tell that he would be exploding with lust very shortly.
"OOOHH, YOU'RE GOING TO SUCK ME OFF!" he groaned. "You'd better turn loose of it if you want to; I'll be shooting my nuts off in a minute!"
I didn't bother replying to that. Instead I allowed my' mouth and hand to give him my answer. I gripped his balls harder and then tightened my tongue around his cock. He got the message well enough and started fucking with even more freedom and animation. I'd licked his cock clean by this time but there was still the warm, comforting fullness of that massive rod filling my mouth. That was enough to give me a lot of pleasure and the anticipation of receiving his cum in my throat made my clitoris throb even harder.
Suddenly I felt Jeff's hand stealing between my thighs, searching for and finding my pussy. I had already seen him fingerfuck Carol and I knew that he had a nice touch, though I had not known exactly how nice. He didn't give me a hard, driving treatment with his hand. He simply caressed the outer lips of my pussy and let his fingers brush over my swollen clit. It was almost as though he simply wanted to touch my pussy, to see how it felt with his cum smeared all over it. If so, he could not have found a better way of bringing my cunt to a quick, decisive boil.
Naturally I sucked harder at his prick as he stroked my slit and fired it with a new, stronger desire. Stirred to the very bottom of his horny soul, he threw his hips up with a wild, uninhibited action that sent his prick slithering deeper into my throat. Incredible as it may seem, I'm ready to swear that at one time I had every inch of his big prick inside my mouth. I distinctly felt the hair at the base brushing against my lips more than once. Filled as full of cock as I could ever be, I lavished all my skills upon that tool and overlooked no stratagem in my effort to bring him off.
He soon succumbed to my sucking motions and drove his prick deep into my throat one last time. Sensing that he was about to blast out his sperm, I pulled my face away until only the head of his cock remained in my lips. I've found that allowing a man's cum to shoot over my tongue is much the best way to get the fullest possible enjoyment from having him that way. When I can feel those strong jets of scalding hot cum splashing over my tongue and dashing against the roof of my mouth I can hardly contain myself, especially if my pussy and clit are being skillfully manipulated, as they were at that moment.
I pressed my tongue against the soft, tender head of his cock and curled it into that deep groove, then probed the slit in the tip of the head. I rotated my head around his cock, making my mouth work a strong friction upon the tool, and bobbed it up and down so as to create the illusion of fucking. In short, I made my mouth into a second cunt and attempted to duplicate every action which I would be employing were his cock resting in that taut, wet slit between my thighs. I gripped him as hard as I could and sucked as strongly as I have ever done with any man.
"Agghhh! I can't hold it, I've got to cream!" he groaned, pressing his fingers harder against my pussy and shuddering powerfully. "Unngghhh, you're sucking it right out of my balls!"
I felt his cock give a preliminary tremor, emitting nothing, but then he erupted with a fury which I would not have believed if I had not been experiencing it myself. His cum spat into my mouth with a violence which at once transformed my entire body into a trembling mass of orgasmic tissue. The sensation of having his sperm shot into my mouth with such force was of itself enough to have brought me off. The effect of his fingers on my pussy was simply so much icing on the cake, so to speak. I grated out an incoherent groan of delight as the flood of youthful, hot cum washed over my tongue, slick and creamy, and then began swallowing rapidly as the spurts continued and became even stronger for a short time.
To be sure, his climax was not as violent as the one he had had when he had been thrusting that hard rod into my cunt. You've got to remember that this was perhaps fifteen minutes after he had had that first orgasm. Even so I found it almost impossible to believe that I was receiving such a perfect flood of sperm and getting it shot into my mouth so forcefully. His cock leaped and jerked about like a wild thing caged up and every leap resulted in another big jet of cum arcing into my throat. His semen had the most delightful taste I have ever found with any man. I truly believe that I could almost live on his love cream!
You may be certain that I kept my mouth on Jeff's cock until I had taken every morsel of Iris cum. I continued working my lips around his prick and caressing it with my tongue until long after it had shot out its last droplet of love cream; even after his orgasm had died down to nothing I found it intensely pleasing to hold his cock in my mouth and to run my tongue over the big, flaring head. I sucked at his prick until I had worked out the last flicker of orgasmic pleasure that burned within my cunt. Only then did I remove my mouth and turn around to look at him.
"You did it! You really did it!" he murmured wonderingly. "I thought you were just putting me on but you really sucked me off!"
"Of course I did," I replied. "I told you that I love taking a fellow that way and when they're as well hung as you are it's all the more fun. Mmmm, Jeff, I can't believe that your cum tastes so good! Ah, that Carol-what she's been missing all this time!"
"Yeah, I sure wish she'd learn how to do it like that," he muttered.
His statement gave me another idea, though it was not one which I wanted to pursue at that moment. It occurred to me that I might very well be able to solidify my new relationship with my nephew by offering to act as a kind of sex instructor for Carol. Perhaps, if I were to offer to teach her how to eat a prick properly and could convince her that Jeff's juice was as tasty a treat as I knew it to be, Jeff might be pleased enough to continue our affair and give me much more of that wonderful prick of his. An offer like that would need the most careful forethought, I knew, and would require a good bit of groundwork before it could be implemented.
"She'll learn eventually," I told him, hoping to console him for the moment. "It takes a while for a girl to get used to all there is to know about lovemaking. She'll get there, though. I could tell yesterday that she's really interested in balling. Anybody that likes it as much as she does will find out all there is to know, you needn't worry about that!"
He began asking me about that episode, what had gone through my mind as I had watched him exciting and giving pleasure to each other, and I gave him a very complete exposition of my state of mind during that session. I even told him that I had masturbated as I had watched them fuck, though I did not tell him that I had fingerfucked myself in the ass. I judged that he was not yet ready for exposure to anal sexuality, though I still remembered my resolution about having his big cock in my asshole and still held firmly to it. I felt that if I attempted to lead him too far too quickly, I might turn him against me and that, of course, was exactly what I did not want.
"What about that other part?" he asked me after a moment. "You know, that part where that guy was eating you? Am I supposed to do that to a girl? Do you think a girl would really want me to go down on her?"
His tone of voice told me that he was very interested in eating prissy and for a moment I felt very strongly that he might want to launch himself out into that marvelous area of sexual experimentation that very afternoon. I knew that he might not really want to lick my pussy then and there, since it was still covered with a generous supply of his cum, and so I did not press the matter on him, though I would have loved taking his handsome young face between my thighs and rubbing my pussy against his mouth until I had cum with a strenuous fury. I contented myself with telling him that many women love being kissed and tongued down there, that many of us could achieve the most deliciously pleasing climaxes in that way without having a man's prick come anywhere close to the slit.
"Yeah, Carol was right then," he mused. Then, noticing my puzzled expression, he went on, "About girls being able to make it that way. She was telling me about a couple of chicks she knows at school. They're supposed to be making it with each other. She said they sucked each other off. But she still won't let me go down on her; she's really uptight about how wet and sloppy her pussy gets when she's really turned on."
"Most guys seem to like a woman best when she's turned on good and strong," I observed. "For eating purposes, anyway. But yes, that's one way the gay girls do it, I hear, going down on each other. I never got around to trying it with a woman, though; I guess I'm just too sold on pricks to worry much about trying anything with another woman. I think I'll stick with men."
His mention of what Carol had told him gave me more food for thought, however, and I filed away another bit of information about his young friend, who seemed to become more interesting as I learned more and more about her. If she was bold enough to mention her friends' Lesbian play to Jeff, I took that as an indication that she was at least somewhat interested in that kind of pleasure. While I've never had any homosexual experience, or had not had any up until that time, I wasn't nearly as averse to it as I'd pretended. If it would take a woman to convince Carol of the intense pleasure to be had from having her pussy eaten, I might very well find it within myself to be that woman, I thought, and while I certainly wasn't going to make a play for her I was willing to keep my mind open to the possibility and see what happened.
All that was to be filed away under the "future possibilities" heading. At the moment I had all the sex I could handle with Jeff and the exciting vistas which his relative inexperience opened out for me. He told me that the time was just before one-I was sure it must have been three or four o'clock by that time; it seemed that we had been there forever-and that perhaps we ought to think about getting back home.
"I hope not," I said, looking at his prick in a very significant way. "Your cock's still hard and I could go on forever! Look, Elaine'll never think that anything was wrong; she couldn't believe that I was out fucking her own son! Come on, Jeff, be a sport and let your old-maid aunt enjoy herself for once! Isn't there some way you'd like to have a woman, some new way of doing it that you'd like to try? Honest, you can do anything to me you like and I guarantee that I'll love it. You needn't worry about offending me. I'm sure I've done it just about every way there is and I haven't found anything bad about sex yet!"
He sucked in a sharp breath and looked up guiltily. That surreptitious look was enough to tell me that he was indeed thinking about having me in some way that he had never tried before, a way in which Carol would not satisfy him, and I felt a strong surge of elation rising from deep in my entrails as I waited for him to make his desires known. Would it be a request to try sucking me off? Maybe even a desire to fuck me in the ass? I wanted to scream out at him, ordering him to reveal his innermost desires, but I held back for fear of ruining the exciting new relationship springing up between us.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Well, I'd like to be able to see my prick going into your pussy," he said after clearing his throat ostentatiously and looking away from me. "I never could see it happening with Carol or any of the others and ... well, I'd just like to see what it looks like, that's all!"
I was flabbergasted, to put it mildly. Here I had been entertaining wild flights of erotic fancy, visualizing myself rubbing my pussy into Jeff's face or perhaps even having that magnificent cock of his slithering into my taut asshole and straining it to the limit, and all he wanted was to see his prick going into my pussy! For a moment I really didn't know what to say, though I managed to conceal most of my chagrin and nod a weak kind of acquiescence to his proposal. I finally realized that I was dealing with a very young boy, a mere beginner in the field, and that he could not be expected to have desires anywhere as fully developed as those I had become accustomed to.
"And there's another thing too," he added, talking as though he was about to unveil the most daring proposal of the century. "Uh, I'd like to try making it dog-fashion. You know, where I'd be behind you? You ever try it like that?"
"Oh, you perfect darling!" I cried out, overjoyed at his naivete. "Of course I've tried it like that and it's a beautiful way to fuck! Sure, you can do it to me that way all you want. Mmm, can I ever feel it going in from that angle; your cock'll feel like it's twice as big that way!"
That was the reason Carol would not permit him to have her in that manner, he said. They had tried it once and the strained position had tightened the mouth of her youthful cunt to such an extent that she could not stand the pain of having him put his cock in her while she was bent over. My own slit, far more experienced, had a higher degree of resiliency and while it might hurt me a little at first, especially considering the king-sized proportions of his cock, I knew that the ultimate pleasure would make a few seconds of pain a very minimal cost and would willingly endure whatever discomfort it might cause me.
The thing he most wanted at that moment, however, was to see his prick entering my cunt. Upon questioning him more closely, I found that he was very interested in the mechanics of fucking, in learning exactly what happened when he began driving that tool of his into a woman's body. I couldn't help crowing with delight as I found out more about his preoccupation; I was already conceiving of a number of ways in which I could satisfy his curiosity and at the same time keep us both highly excited.
"Say, you've probably never taken time out to look at a pussy real close, have you?" I asked, sitting up and watching him intently. "I'll bet that you've always been so turned on, so hot to fuck the girl, that you never stopped to see just what it was that you were fucking, right?"
. He admitted that this was so and I thereupon began giving him my short course in female anatomy. I made him kneel between my thighs and lay back, spreading them wide, so I could explain the various parts to him. I identified the separate parts of my pussy one by one, touching them with my finger and inviting him to feel of them too. I explained which parts were most sensitive and told him how he could exploit that sensitivity to the utmost. I found it exciting, in an obscure, vague manner, to be showing him my most intimate parts and talking about them, yet not initiating any kind of sexual action. It was a little difficult, I'll admit, to conduct my course without getting bogged down in sex play for its own sake, but I managed to stick pretty closely to the main subject.
"This part here, this is really tender on most people," I said, touching the tip of my right index finger to that little patch of skin between the mouth of my cunt and my asshole. "Usually it's sensitive on men too; remind me to try it on you sometime. All you have to do is rub it, put some pressure on it, and it's almost as exciting as touching my clitoris directly."
That intrigued him and for a moment I thought he might be interested enough to ask me about direct stimulation of my anus but he did not bring that up. Instead he asked about the ways in which men performed when they were going down on a woman, a question which made me suspect even more strongly that he was quite interested in trying that with me later, perhaps after I'd had a chance to wash the semen off my pussy and flush it out with some soapy water.
"There are so many ways of eating pussy I doubt if even I could remember them all," I told him. "The important thing to remember is that they're all good! And, you ought not to get too vigorous when you're doing it. This flesh is just as tender as it can be, remember, and if you get too strong you can actually make a woman lose her excitement. It's best to use your tongue very lightly at first and then gradually work up to a little stronger action."
I mentioned that it was very good to have your clitoris licked, especially in the early stages of the game, and that a lot of men liked to shove their tongues deep into a woman's cunt. Tonguefucking, I told him, was best employed in the later stages, when you were trying to get the woman to cum. I also told him how some men liked to suck the lips of my pussy into their mouths, pulling them out from my body and gently crushing them between their teeth. I wanted to tell him how Charley, my steadiest current boy friend, liked to rim my anus with his tongue and tongue fuck me in the ass but I decided Jeff was not yet ready to hear about that. He digested my information thoughtfully, paying close attention; minute by minute, it seemed, he was getting more interested in eating me but I'd already decided that I would not attempt to force it upon him.
"Now, maybe you ought to explore it for yourself," I suggested. "Go on, run your finger in me and see what it feels like. Remember, you're not trying to make me cum or anything like that. You're just exploring it to see what it's like. And remember something else. That's the same cunt your prick's in when we're fucking and what your finger feels, that's what your cock feels!"
He took a deep breath and then gently inserted a finger into the ripe, wet opening which I held out for him. I shuddered as his middle finger slid into my hole and it was a struggle, believe me, to keep from trying to bring myself off as his finger worked deeper into the tight tunnel. He worked his finger around, exploring every nook and cranny that he could reach, and then began sliding his finger back and forth. When I cautioned him against trying to fingerfuck me to a climax, he explained that he was fascinated by the way the lips of my pussy receded inward and then slid back out as his finger drove back and forth. I pointed out to him that even that slight movement of the flesh around my hole was enough to exert pressure upon my clitoris and I explained that my clitty was already excited enough that this pressure was very effective.
"I could probably cum in a minute or two if you kept that up," I told him.
"Then cum!" he muttered, working his finger in and out at a slightly quicker pace. "God, I love to see you cum! Do it, cum on my finger!"
The tone of sudden, tension-packed urgency in his voice spurred me on, even though I hadn't meant to allow myself to be masturbated to an orgasm at that point. I'd become pretty thoroughly aroused by his poking and fingering, as well as by the way he'd been looking so closely at my pussy, and I felt a surge of sensual hunger flaming up deep inside my cunt. Recognizing that I was very close to the breaking point, I simply surrendered to the impulse of the moment and allowed him to do it to me. I clenched the muscles of my abdomen, forcing my cunt to grasp at his finger with a convulsive nip, and began grinding my loins around his penetrating finger.
"AGGHHH! YOU'RE DOING IT TO ME!" I gasped, surprised at the rapidity with which my womb rose to the occasion. "OOOOOHH, JEFF, YOU'RE FUCKING ME TO A CUM! YOU'RE MAKING ME CREAM; I'M GOING TO CUM ON YOUR FINGER!"
He held his hand perfectly still and allowed me to set my own pace. Grunting feverishly, I writhed about there on the blanket and brought myself to a very sharp and thoroughly welcome climax. At the very height of my orgasmic frenzy I brought my hands up over my breasts and pressed down hard on my swollen, lust-darkened nipples; the added joy this gave me was enough to send me hurtling into an even more delicious climax and I finished it off with a few more animated thrusts of my hips.
Jeff, I later decided, was one of those rare individuals who has a marked ability to be stirred by the sight, feel and sound of a woman gripped by orgiastic pleasure. I might have known this already, having seen him fingerfuck Carol with such precision, but I never gave a thought to the possibility that he might have that degree of maturity; certainly his knowledge of fucking and sucking was not so extensive that I would have expected him to be that solicitous of my own pleasure. He later told me, however, that he had always found his balls growing hottest and his prick becoming hardest when he was bringing a girl off and making her gasp with fervent sensual delight. I could sympathize very strongly with that position, being fully aware of the joy of making a man cum and experiencing the myriad pleasures associated with that act.
After I had regained my breath and the storm within my loins had subsided to a low murmur, I launched out into another phase of my educational program. I told him that I would show him, as best I could, what happened to his prick when it was pistoning in and out of a tight, juicy cunt, a promise that caught his attention in the most direct sort of way. I had him rise to his feet and I got up too. I then lubricated his cock with my mouth, distributing a generous load of saliva over most of its length. I next grasped it in my hand and fastened a firm grip on him.
"Now start fucking," I told him. "I'll hold my hand perfectly still and you pretend you're humping it into Carol dog-fashion. You'll be able to see what her cunt does to your prick then!"
He sucked in a quick breath and began pumping back and forth. We could both see how my firm grip held the loose skin. As he pulled back my fist brought the foreskin up over the head of his cock and each forward thrust stripped the head bare, allowing it to plunge deeper into my fist. The tool emerged from the back of my fist at the forward most edge of his thrust. I couldn't help but think of how it would be probing the depths of my cunt and digging that broad rim into the tingling membranes forming the tunnel if he were in me at that very moment.
My demonstration was graphic enough, and exciting enough, to bring him perilously close to a climax. When I sensed that he was nearing the bursting point I released him, having no desire to jack him off at that moment, and we allowed his passions to subside for a moment. Even so, he had gotten close enough for a single droplet of sperm, pearly and glistening, to appear in the thick cleft splitting the tip of his prick. I squeezed the soft, bulbous head gently, making the droplet stand out more clearly. Jeff saw it too and I knew that he wanted me to take it with my tongue.
"Lick it out of there!" he muttered thickly. "Get it on your tongue and let me taste of it! I'll lick my own cum off your tongue!"
That really surprised me, since I wouldn't have thought that he would be ready to attempt tasting his semen. I've found that a lot of guys are hung up about that and never get around the psychological obstacle. Perhaps it was the flagrant, abandoned sensuality of the moment which persuaded Jeff to attempt the experiment but I wasn't going to waste any time in analyzing the reasons for his request; I leaped to comply with it. I dipped the droplet out of his cock with the very tip of my tongue and conveyed it to his mouth, keeping my tongue fully extended all the while. He cautiously extended his own tongue to touch mine and I rubbed the sperm onto it.
"Hey, that doesn't taste so bad!" he muttered wonderingly. "Yeah, I guess it's not so bad after all! Wow, that's really something!"
I had hoped that he might take the next logical step, that of assaying the taste of my pussy, but he had his mind firmly fixed on fucking me dog-fashion and thus the opportunity passed us by. This didn't worry me. I could see that he was making of lot of progress and that it wouldn't be very long before he was willing to suck me off, even after he'd already flooded my cunt with the salty, thick honey from his balls.
"Here, do it to me standing up," I told him, turning away from him and bending over at the waist. "You might have to spread your legs pretty far apart to get low enough for it to go in, but I think I'm tall enough to take you this way. I think you'll really like it once you've tried it."
I kept my feet close together and waited. He knelt down for a moment to examine my pussy and mumbled something about the stirring nature of the sight. I knew exactly what he was seeing, having spent more than a little time standing before a full-length mirror in my own apartment in just that pose. I knew that my pussy would be peeking back from between my thighs, a dark-lipped slit wet with passionate oils and alive with feeling of the most sensual variety.
"You won't have to worry about spreading the lips to get your cock in me," I told him. "I'm hot enough and wet enough that your cock'll slide in without any trouble. Just go easy at first. It'll be hard to get in and I don't want you to hurt me too much or I might lose my excitement. Once you get it in good I'll give you the word and then you can start driving it home."
He bellied up to me and of course attempted first to stab his prick into my asshole. I wasn't at all averse to that but I knew that wasn't what he was aiming for. Besides, my anus was too dry to make for a very good fuck at that moment. He was just unfamiliar with the mechanics of fucking a woman in that manner and didn't know how to go about getting his cock started into my cunt. I therefore reached back to guide his prong into place. I also widened my stance somewhat, since I found that I could do so without bringing my slit too low for him to be able to penetrate it. This would be an advantage later on, when I would want to reach between my thighs and rub my clitoris or perhaps rub his huge, sperm-laden balls over the lips of my pussy. He lowered himself somewhat in response to my suggestion, making his prick point upward, and then got the head of the tool firmly seated in the love-slick mouth of the opening.
"You're there!" I murmured softly. "Now just keep it there, darling, and you work it further in. You'll do it so good I won't be able to stand it, I know you will. Mmmm, I'm so tight this way; it's almost like you were fucking me for the first time in my life!"
"Yeah, I'm getting your cherry!" he grunted. "Damn, that pussy's hot; you must really be up for getting yourself fucked!"
That was exactly the case and I could not have picked a better candidate. The awesome proportions of his cock, together with the extreme position in which I had placed myself, meant that he had considerable difficulty in getting the head of his prick introduced into my cunt. He had to grasp my hips, both steadying my ass and giving himself added leverage, and thrust up with a mighty push in order to dilate the mouth of my cunt enough to gain the entrance. I gasped out as he pressed harder against me. It felt as though his prick was straining my endurance to the breaking point and for a second or two I might almost have cried out for him to stop, the pain was that sharp and intense. I have never been stretched so much, not even when I was fucked for the first time in my life. Losing my cherry was a picnic compared to this.
Probably he would not have backed away even if I had asked him to, he was that determined to sink his cock in my flesh. I could feel the steely determination in his body as he grasped my hips and pulled me back towards him, driving his hips upward at the same time. My cunt's rim protested vigorously as it was pressed into a large circle but he was relentless in pursuit of his goal. Finally his persistence won out and I felt that broad shaft glide into the opening between the lips of my pussy. As he drove his hot, stiff rod deeper I could feel the sensual feelings multiplying, since he was stabbing directly against the rear wall of my cunt; as more and more of that huge prod sank into my slit the pain became less and less noticeable.
"Mmmm, you're in me now!" I moaned, leaning back against him and swaying from side to side. "Ooohh, Jeff, you're fucking my cunt so hard! It's beautiful, darling, so beautiful! Anngghhh, you're making me want to come! Get it in me all the way and make me cum! Make me cream over your balls!"
As he drove further into me, the angle of his cock naturally changed, pointing almost horizontal after a time. When he leaned closer to me, actually pressing Ms thighs against mine, I could feel the tremors of lusty anticipation coursing through his legs. He must be very close to coming, I told myself, and that awareness made me even more eager to have all his meat inside me. He wasted very little time in giving it to me. I shortly felt his big, hairy balls snap up snugly against my clitoris and rub against the inflamed lips of my pussy. This is, to me, the absolute high point of being fucked dog-fashion, apart from that indescribably delicious moment when the man starts erupting with seminal floods, and I could feel my body warming up for the final lap of the dash.
I reached between my thighs and grasped his bag firmly in my fingers. He grunted out in surprise when he felt my touch but allowed me my pleasure. I rubbed those big, manly eggs against my pussy with a slow, sensuous motion that made my cunt throb powerfully. The presence of his cock there naturally intensified my sensations and made it doubly certain that I would not be able to last long without dissolving into a shuddering mass of orgasmic flesh. Fortunately for me he was every bit as aroused as I and did not need much further stimulation. If he had been able to have held back his cum and to have fucked me through another long series of orgasms I'm not sure but what I might have had a fatal heart attack right there on the blanket.
As it was, I felt every bone, every nerve in my body begin shrieking with lusty delight as he pistoned me into a delirious climax. Fully aroused and desperate to relieve the tension that knotted his own loins into a quivering mass of aroused muscle, he plunged back and forth with increasing vigor. His prick, bulging and swollen with passion, filled my cunt to its absolute limit and infused my entire body .with sensual energy. Every fiber of my being cried out with joy as he worked deeper and deeper, finally coming to rest with the base of his cock plastered snugly against the lips of my pussy. Still he tried to plunge deeper into me until I feared that I might be pushed over.
I could feel the climax taking shape deep inside my belly. It promised to be a full-scale tornado of lust-exactly what I wanted most of all at that moment-and I pressed his big balls against my clitoris harder. When the tension snapped deep inside my womb, releasing all that pent-up emotion, I cried out with frantic excitement and lunged back against him. That effort gave him the last bit of stimulation he needed and he, too, began to cum. That marvelous prick of his sprang into full-scale activity and flooded my womb with its scalding spray. I felt every twitch of that massive rod with a sharpness which I could hardly believe: it was as though my entire nervous system had become attuned to his prick and thus allowed me to be totally conscious of his masculine presence.
Again and again the tool swelled up and pumped out those life-giving spurts of steaming cream. Each jet brought another gasp of delight to my throat and sent my own climax surging upward onto a new, more exciting plateau. Finally, when I felt sure that I would have to collapse upon the blanket from the pounding tides of erotic bliss, he finished his orgasm and slowed his frantic pace. As he came to a halt, my own orgasm began subsiding, though even so I had to lower myself down onto the blanket and stretch out.
He wanted me to suck him again, displaying a hardiness which I could not well imagine, but when he knelt over me and dangled that big tool against my lips there was still enough rigidity in it for another fuck. Granted, it wasn't that iron-hard erection which he had once had, but it was stiff enough that I could have forced it into my cunt if he had wanted to go again. For once, though, he wasn't interested in further activity, apart from seeing me eating his prick. Of course I was ready for that; the shaft bore a plentiful coating of his love-cream and I could not resist taking it into my mouth.
Later, after I had licked every trace of semen off his prick, we agreed that it was time to start back to Milton. I got up into a squatting position and forced most of the remaining semen out of my cunt, catching it in my hand and feeling a vague, generalized sense of sexual well-being as his ejaculation trickled out into my palm. He watched, astounded by my action, and I impulsively decided to surprise him even more by transferring the rich cream to my mouth. His eyes widened when I lifted my hand to my lips and smeared the salty spew over them; I licked my fingers greedily and made a face to show how much I appreciated the unusual tidbit.
"That's out of sight!" he marveled. "Gee, I never thought I'd see anybody who liked cum as much as you do!"
"There might be some who like it as much," I told him, "but I'll bet you won't find anybody who likes it more! What does Carol do after you've gotten out of her? Does she just let it run down her legs?"
He thought for a moment and then confessed that he did not know. I imagined, from what I had seen the day before, that she probably tried to hold as much of it inside as possible until she could get her panties on, then trusted them to absorb most of what trickled out. I didn't know what kind of panties she wore but I knew that they would have to be made of something with an extraordinary absorbency if they were to soak up all the sperm which this lusty young stud could put out!
Later, when we were driving back to Milton, I remembered that we still had not worked out a system whereby young Jeff would be able to see his prick going into my cunt. I mentioned this to him and offered to demonstrate, if he would stop at a suitable parking spot, but he said there were none nearby. I believe he would have been willing to have gone back to our original nest if it had not been for the time factor. As it was, we agreed that it would probably be better if we got back to town; it would not do for us to get Elaine's interest aroused, I knew, and we decided to play it safe.
"There'll be time to work it out," I promised him. "I'm sure that you'll be able to find some good reason for the two of us to go off together!"
CHAPTER SIX
Jeff was worried that his mother might detect some sign indicating the extent of the activity in which we had indulged during our "drive into the country" but I managed to reassure him that we were completely safe. Just as I had promised, Elaine didn't notice a thing, though I took good care not to get too close to her, just in case she might get a whiff of the sensual aromas filtering out from between my thighs. I knew that Jeff's virile sperm would react with my cunt's mature oils to produce a heady aroma of sex but I counted on my panties and skirt to keep the tell-tale scent captured. Just to be on the safe side, however, I decided to take a shower before dinner.
As I had guessed, the aroma was indeed intense. As soon as I had removed my skirt I caught a whiff of the unmistakable scent; enough of his cum had dribbled out into my panties during the ride back to make them sodden and they exuded a decided flavor of fucking. I removed them before donning my bathrobe and going to the bathroom. Holding them up to my nose, I inhaled deeply of them. The aroma of our fucking inflamed my brain once more with erotic sensations and I'm sure that if Jeff had come into my room at that moment I might have been willing to risk a quick fuck. He was on the phone with Carol, however, and thus temptation was nowhere near me.
I carried the panties into the bathroom and rinsed them out, lest Elaine inadvertently blunder on them and offer to do some of my washing; she still babied me to some extent and I'm positive that her sex life was full enough for her to know the full meaning of the scent Jeff's cum had left. I showered luxuriously, taking plenty of time and making sure that I soaped and cleaned my pussy thoroughly. I ran a soapy finger as far into my cunt as I could, deriving a small amount of pleasure from the act, and swished it about until I had cleansed the slit as well as I could. Inevitably the thought of showering with Jeff occurred to me. I would have loved being in the shower with him, being able to run my hands all over his naked, wet body and lathering his big prick and those marvelous balls, even though I had already licked them clean before we had put the blanket back into his car. Those were mere passing thoughts, though, and I knew that I would not be likely to implement them, not unless Elaine were to leave us in the house alone again.
I also gave some thought to my own situation vis-...-vis Jeff. This was Wednesday, I told myself, and I was due to leave on Saturday. I had two more weeks of vacation due me at the office, though, and I began wondering why I shouldn't avail myself of them in order to spend more time near this irrepressible young stallion I had discovered within my own family. Eric, my boss, could easily arrange to extend my vacation and would think nothing of doing so. There was the question of Elaine and Ted, however; I didn't want to wear out my welcome with them. Clearly, there were some problems to be solved before I could resolve the situation as I would like. One thing was certain: if I could manage to arrange it, I was certainly going to see to it that Jeff and I had a lot more time together. The memory of his bulging cock remained crystal-clear in my mind, as did the memory of those prodigious climaxes which had turned his prick into such a marvelous instrument of joy.
Elaine seemed to suspect nothing, which isn't too surprising; you don't really believe that your own sister is going to be out fucking your own son! She knows that I lead a free and easy life with lots of boy friends, since we generally speak pretty plainly and directly to each other, but nothing in her life-or in mine either, for that matter-had prepared us for the situation which had developed with regard to Jeff and me. I'll admit that it wasn't ah ideal arrangement and I certainly never expected it to be anything more than a short-lived affair. Still, Jeff was there and gave every indication of being eager to have as much of me, in as many different ways, as possible. Given that interest on his part and that fire which seemed to burn constantly between my legs, it's not surprising that I had determined to get every bit of his cock that I could and as often as I could.
Later that night, when he and I were alone in the family room for a few minutes, he leaned over to me with a big, engaging grin and whispered that he had decided he was going to eat my pussy whenever I would let him. The announcement brought a quick surge of erotic life to my clitoris;
I'll swear the little nub stood up and saluted when I heard him say that! I replied that I would of course allow him his chance whenever we got the opportunity. He was all for sneaking into my bedroom later that night but again I vetoed that idea. I couldn't trust Elaine and Ted to sleep through the cries I might involuntarily emit when he began eating my cunt, just as I couldn't trust myself to keep quiet as he performed that stirring feat, and I did not want either of us to get into any trouble. I was willing, even eager, for him to launch himself out into the realm of oral sexuality, I told him, but only under conditions which would guarantee our safety and privacy. Until those conditions obtained he would have to content himself with thinking about it.
"But I'll do something that might help you think harder," I told him after I had gone to the door and checked to be sure that neither Ted nor Elaine was coming back at that moment. "I'll give you a little taste, just so you can see what you're letting yourself in for!"
The light of eager acceptance which flashed into his eyes told me that I had scored a direct hit. Accordingly, I reached under my skirt-lifting it high so that he could see exactly what I was doing-and put my hand inside my panties. I ran a finger down the groove between the lips of my pussy and drove it into the mouth of my cunt. I'd developed a fine degree of wetness simply by being in the same room with him and when I removed my hand the finger was almost dripping with the oils of excited arousal. I went over to him and offered him the finger. He looked at me for a moment, beseeching me with his eyes, but I would not let him touch me as he wanted.
"Smell it if you like," I whispered. "And then, if it smells good, taste it-that'll give you an idea of what a hot pussy tastes like!"
He took my hand and guided the finger under his nose, inhaling deeply. I could see that the scent provoked a fierce and determined reaction in him; the bulge in the front of his trousers told me that he was already stiff and the sight of that big erection made me waver for a moment, though I recovered in time to hold fast to my determination. After sniffing my finger he took it in his mouth and worked his tongue around it. It might sound like kid stuff but I can assure you the effect was anything but juvenile! Watching him taste my cunt on my finger, detecting the expression of surprise which came across his face, that was enough to set off a strong and decided reaction within my loins and I could see that he was convinced.
"Wow, I never thought it would taste like that!" he exclaimed, closing his eyes and taking on a blissful expression. "Man, I can't wait to get it on with you again!"
"Just figure us out a chance so that we can do it without anyone suspecting anything," I told him. "As soon as we get that good chance I'll feed you some of the hottest pussy you've ever seen!"
Ted and Elaine came back into the room at about that time, which was just as well; I don't know if I could have kept myself from jumping into his lap or not. Their arrival quelled those impulses, however, and I put all those thoughts out of my mind in a hurry. For the remainder of the evening I sat and watched television with them and behaved as though I were the very soul of chastity and virtue. Jeff left soon afterward, going out to meet Carol, and I consoled myself by imagining the things they might be doing. In particular I wondered if he would attempt to persuade her to become his first subject for oral experimentation; I expected that her young pussy, hot and lively with sensual feeling, would be somewhat sweeter than mine and might well appeal to Jeff more. I hoped that she would not allow him to eat her, though, and that I would be first for him.
Our chance came during the following day. Jeff took off soon after waking up, carrying a pair of tennis rackets and announcing his intention of spending a few hours at the local courts. Elaine was getting herself ready for a luncheon meeting with some friends who were helping her do some committee work for a ladies' club to which they all belonged. She invited me to attend the luncheon but I declined; their meeting sounded too much like work, I said, and that was just what I had come to Milton to escape. I also had a sneaking suspicion that Jeff might cut his tennis game short and return to the house, since I'd seen him taking a long look at Elaine's calendar after he'd finished eating his breakfast. He knew that she was going out and perhaps he might be wise enough to know that I would stay there, hoping that he would show up.
Sure enough, he came driving up about ten minutes after Elaine had left. I was standing at the kitchen sink when he parked in front of the garage; we exchanged a silent glance through the kitchen window for a moment and then he hurried around the corner. I met him at the back door and found that he was every bit as excited and eager as he had been the day before. He set his tennis rackets aside and came to me quickly; we embraced there in the kitchen and had ourselves a long, tongue-darting kiss that had miraculous effects on my pussy. I was still wearing the housecoat I'd put on over the shorty nightgown and he could feel my nakedness under the thin layers of cotton.
He was hot and sweaty-he really had played tennis but had left early, he later informed me-and that made him more desirable than ever to me. I spread my feet wider on the floor and covered his left thigh with my legs, making it possible for me to rub my lovemound over the front of his tennis shorts. His cock was caught up in the jockstrap and could not swell out to its full length but I could feel it well enough to be aware of the excitement bubbling inside his lithe, firm body.
"I was hoping you'd come back," I murmured softly. "When I saw you looking at the calendar I was sure you weren't going to leave me here all alone!"
"You can bet on that," he said, grinding his prick harder into my body. "I wanted to come back and see if your pussy tasted any different today!"
Those were exactly the words I most wanted to hear and they gave me all the encouragement I needed. I drew away from him and opened up the front of the housecoat, then shrugged out of it. The filmy gauze of the batiste nightie concealed very little and in fact molded the full, lust-stiffened nipples of my breasts almost perfectly. The hem came just below my hips and showed off my long, slender legs to very good advantage. I knew exactly what kind of effect this sight would have upon him and I played it up to the hilt.
"It'll be hot and wet," I told him. "I haven't been able to think of anything all morning but getting your face between my legs. Are you sure you don't want me to wash it off?"
"No, I want it to taste just like it did last night," he muttered, almost burning the nightie off with his eyes. "Yeah, how about doing it right here to start with? Man, I can't wait to see what it's like!"
His impetuous eagerness pleased me even more and, after looking around the room, I decided that the long, sturdy counter running down one wall of the kitchen would be the best place ,to start. I hopped up onto it and leaned back against the wall, propping one leg up on the edge of the cabinet and allowing the other to dangle from it. This hiked up the hem of my gown and gave him a tantalizing glimpse of the feast that was his for the taking.
Jeff came toward me and dropped down lower in order to look between my thighs. I brought the other leg up onto the edge of the cabinet and scooted forward as far as I could. The extra strain made the lips open slightly and bulge out in a manner that was enticing in the extreme. He examined the slit for a moment, showing almost no expression, and then moved in closer. Inhaling sharply, he closed his eyes and smiled tenderly. The aroma must have been intense, because I really had been excited all morning. A thick film of greasy pussy drip coated the entire slit and had even plastered the hair around it flat, I noticed when I looked down at the ripe, tender morsel I was offering him.
"Just graze it with the tip of your tongue at first," I whispered. "And remember, it's awfully sensitive-you mustn't do it too hard. If you were doing it to Carol for the first time, you probably ought to start in by running your lips over her thighs and around the lower part of her belly-those are pretty sensitive too and you can get a girl warmed up in a hurry by kissing her there. Mmmm, that's right; you're doing it just right!"
He took my suggestion to heart and began touching his lips to the inner parts of my spread thighs. He needn't have done that, since I was already aroused to a very high degree, but the tension of feeling his Ups come closer to my juicy, bubbling slit made me want it even more and thus it worked out better in the long run. I couldn't move much, sitting there with my legs drawn high up like that, but I could certainly feel a lot and I let him know how much I loved the way he was kissing my legs.
"MMM, YOU'RE MAKING ME SO FUCKING HOT!" I murmured softly. "Oh, Jeff, when you start eating me I'll cum all over your face; I'll drown you with cum! Ahh, I want to cream in your mouth! I'd love to cum all over your lips and tongue and then kiss my cum off your mouth; I want you to lick the cum out of my cunt! Anngghh, you're making me horny! Mmm, I'll fuck your cock after you eat me; I'll fuck your prick and suck it till your balls don't have a drop of cum left in them, I swear I will!"
He was keenly attuned to that sort of encouragement and responded strongly. My words intensified his desire to have his tongue working in and out my cunt, just as I hoped they would, and he brought his lips down closer to the target. I was watching him closely and I had to choke back the cries of desperate urgency, lest I make him go too fast; I wanted him to proceed at his own pace and learn for himself just how good my pussy was to eat.
Finally he brought his mouth squarely in front of the ripe, overheated lips. My excitement had made them swell up to an exaggerated degree and assume a mellow burgundy hue; they felt totally inflamed with lust and even his gaze, it seemed, was capable of exciting answering sparks of pleasure from them. My clitoris had also grown considerably larger. I could see it peeking out from the apex of the lips, announcing its fervent presence and showing my state of readiness. Jeff ' grasped the outer edges of the slit and pried it apart, exerting even more pressure upon my outraged flesh; when he had completely exposed the inner surfaces of my pussy he leaned forward and touched the very tip of his tongue to the livid, moist flesh.
"Ahhh! That's beautiful!" I groaned, throwing my head back and shuddering as the touch sent exquisite tremors of sensual pleasure racing through my loins. "Ooohh, I can't believe how good you are! I can't stand it, I can't hold it back, darling; you're sucking the cum out of me already!"
Actually he wasn't doing quite that, though I could feel the climax boiling away at a merry pace deep inside my womb. I merely wanted him to know that I was getting close and that it would not take long before the storm of erotic fury blasted loose and sent a warm flood of womanly oil gushing out of my slit. He pressed harder with his tongue and scraped it over my clitoris, bringing a wailing cry of delight to my lips. I tried to hump against him but could mount only a weak little wiggle. That was enough to press the lips of my pussy against his face, however, and to give me the final dart of pleasure I needed in order to trigger the cataclysmic upheaval waiting deep inside.
"ANNGGHH-OWWWW, YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM!" I wailed, reaching down to hold his face against my pussy. "Oooohh, fuck me with your tongue, Jeff, do it to me now! Harder, fuck me harder with your tongue! I can't stand it, I can't take any more of it! Aiiieee! Oooohh!"
He timed his stronger tongue action perfectly. As the pent-up tension exploded within my cunt he began thrusting his tongue into the mouth of my cunt with a strong fucking action. My hot, tortured flesh answered with a series of climactic bursts equal in power to any I have ever felt. Vast, surging waves of orgasmic sensation poured out from my cunt and swept over my entire body. Shuddering and moaning frantically, I tried to work my loins against his mouth as best I could, though my freedom of action was considerably limited by the awkward position I had chosen. Jeff more than made up for this drawback. Once he had gotten a good taste of my hot, melting cunt he began sucking me with an incredibly stirring action; when he felt my climax burst out of the volcanic depths of my womb he discovered that working his tongue into a fervently throbbing cunt is one of life's richest pleasures.
He brought me through one orgasm and never stopped his relentless thrusts until he had made another climax surface from the aching depths of my loins. Due to the violently active way in which he was licking my slit and pressing his face against my flesh, the second orgasm followed the first very quickly and I hardly had time in which to catch my breath. I supported myself with one hand and grasped his head with the other, holding him as close to my pussy as I could, and writhed about on the cabinet top until I could move no more. He finished me off with a series of slow, utterly delightful licks that had his tongue working all up and down my juicy slit.
"Mmmm, that was too much!" I whispered weakly when he rose to his feet and came closer to me. "Here, let me kiss that mouth!"
The taste of my cunt's effusive drippings was strong on his lips and tongue. I felt my clitoris stiffening and throbbing with renewed excitement as I worked my tongue deep into his mouth; the lower part of his belly was pressing hard against my wet, tingling pussy. Between tasting my own cum on his lips and tongue and feeling that cock of his against my pussy, even though the tool was still encased in his shorts and jockstrap, I felt my loins taking on a new fire and growing with a strong, resilient vitality. Far from satisfying the lustful impulses which had earlier turned my body into a sensual inferno, his mouth had actually strengthened them. The first climax had merely whetted my appetite for more of that ravishing pleasure and I let him know it in no uncertain terms.
I began by reaching down between our bodies with one hand to unfasten the front of his tennis shorts. He stepped back to allow them room in which to slide down his muscular thighs. I had more difficulty in extracting his cock from the elastic jockstrap and in fact could not get it out; the fierce erection had strained the elastic cup until I could not maneuver it around that big, stiff rod of muscular flesh which I wanted so badly.
"Here, let me pull it off," he said, stepping further back. "Wow, I can't believe how much I want to get your cunt around my prick!"
"Let's go into my bedroom!" I muttered weakly. "We'll get on the bed and then I'll show you how a woman can fuck when she's really turned on! Mmm, I'll show you everything, darling; I'll work my cunt around that prick of yours until you drain those big balls!"
As we hurried toward my bedroom I remembered my earlier promise to arrange our bodies so that he could see his prick entering my cunt and plunging deep into its hot maw. I mentioned this promise to him and he leaped at the suggestion. As soon as we got into the bedroom I threw my nightie over my head and began helping him get out of his sweaty tennis clothes. His body, still damp from his exertions on the tennis court, had a hearty masculine aroma that inflamed my senses still more. I pushed him onto the bed as soon as he was naked and fell on him with a hunger which I myself could hardly believe; he was almost totally overwhelmed by my ferocious attack. I amused myself for a moment by mouthing his nipples, further arousing his ardor, and then concentrated my attack upon the big, bulging stalk of his cock.
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I stripped back the foreskin with a quick, decisive movement of my wrist and shuddered with anticipation as I watched the covering skin peel back to reveal the huge, purple knob at the tip of that ivory shaft. I wanted that immense prong to be buried deep in my cunt, spearing me upward and lifting me to new heights of sexual abandon, yet I knew that it would do so most effectively if I delayed the entrance until my clitoris was crying out with desperate anguish. Accordingly, I concentrated upon exciting him and quelling, at least for the moment, the pulsating throbs of lustful hunger which raced outward from my hot, dripping cunt.
The scent of sweat only made his prick and balls more attractive eating for me. I found the odors especially arousing and lavished kisses upon the tool, alternating them occasionally with forays down onto his bag. I sucked the big, sperm-laden eggs up into my mouth one at a time-I'd have gladly taken them both at once, except they were too large for that!-and noted the way he writhed with delight as I did so. I deliberately avoided goading him to the point where he would cum in my mouth; he had already had that particular pleasure and I had other treats in store for him.
Eventually, of course, I reached a stage where my own hungers could no longer be ignored. I might have been able to hold out longer but I could already feel the aches of unsatisfied desire beginning to make themselves felt and I had no wish to endure that kind of agony. Thus I gave up my kissing and prepared to mount him. I had already decided that the best strategy would be for me to sit astride him, leaning far back and facing him; without the aid of mirrors that position, I thought, would be the one which would allow him to see most of the intimate action between our sexual organs. If he were to visit my apartment we would have a far different style of fucking, since I had deliberately arranged my bedroom furniture so as to provide for an ample supply of mirrors, all cannily placed so that I, and whoever might be in bed with me, could see ourselves in action from a variety of angles.
Elaine's guest room had none of these erotic conveniences and we had to make do with less satisfactory arrangements. Even so, I knew that I would be able to show him enough of the action to satisfy the sharpest edge of his curiosity and perhaps stimulate his interest enough to want to see more later, when we might be able to meet under more suitable circumstances.
"You'll have to guide it in for me," I told him as I crouched over his loins and leaned back. "I've got to support myself with both hands so you'll have to hold your prick down there and make sure it's going in right."
He was only too willing to perform that service, naturally, and we began. He had to press his sullen, stiff love-staff down toward his feet in order for the big shaft to enter my cunt's slippery mouth at the proper angle. This would put an extra strain on his prick, I knew, and probably would hasten his climax, an eventuality to which I had absolutely no objection; some women look down on men who reach an orgasm very quickly but personally I have always found it rather complimentary and flattering to my ego that a man is so excited that he cannot hold back his cum when he is fucking me.
Jeff's eyes became very intense indeed when he saw how it was going to work out. My position gave him an excellent view of my pussy-a fact which would make him more than ever inclined to shoot his balls off in a hurry, I reasoned-and I could see that the sight was having an effect on him. He reached down with one hand to spread the lips of my pussy apart and forced his bulging, passion-stiffened cock between them with the other. I could not suppress a moan of frantic delight when I felt his hot, throbbing meat pressing against my slit.
"OOOOHH, YOUR COCK'S LIKE FIRE!" I grunted, shaking fiercely as the spasm of fleshly joy shot through my body. "God, Jeff, you're so fucking hot you're making me want to cum again already! Mmmm, you're going to fuck me out of my mind, I can tell it already! Darling, I'll cum and cum and cum till there's not a shred of life in my whole body!"
"Man, I never saw anything like that in my life!" he muttered hoarsely, his eyes almost burning my pussy with their intensity. "Yeah, that's really something to see! Gee, I never thought it would look that sexy!"
I knew exactly what he was seeing, since I had often looked at pricks that were piercing the lips of my pussy and bulging out the rim of my cunt, or perhaps doing the same thing to other, equally fervent slits. Besides having devoted a lot of time to watching myself in mirrors, I had engaged in more than one group session and had always derived vast pleasure from looking on as other couples fucked each other. I have also examined more than a few photographs of fucking action, especially the kind showing pricks and cunts in close conjunction with each other; several of my boy friends have taken me to pornographic movies and I have always loved the abandoned erotic scenes in those films with an all-consuming passion.
Thus I had no difficulty in imagining the way his massive, turnip-shaped prick's head was forcing the lips of my pussy to splay out wide, driving them inward at the same time. I knew how the flesh around the mouth of my cunt would be receding inward, as though trying' to shrink away from the mass of hot, stiff muscle driving up into the throbbing, aching tunnel between those lips. I knew how the bulging head would be pressing into the small, crescent-shaped opening between the lips, forcing it into a circular shape and dilating it with the slow but relentless pressure we both were placing upon it. I was lowering myself down onto his prong at the same time that he was pressing it into me, you see, and a cunt far smaller than mine would have had to surrender to that inexorable pressure. I could feel his prick nosing into my body bit by bit. It seemed that his rod was bigger than it had ever been before, though I am sure the reason for this is that the unusual position I was in had somehow tightened my flesh and made me more sensitive to the bulky shaft which was joining us together.
"Mmmm, you're wrecking my pussy!" I muttered, unable to restrain my joy as I felt my cunt being stretched to almost the limits of its endurance. "Ooohh, Jeff, nobody's ever fucked me like this; I never felt a prick going in me the way I'm feeling yours! Agghhh! It's like you were all over me, fucking me all over! Owwww! You're so big, so fucking hard and big! Mmmm, I'll never be the same after this!"
Once his cock was firmly planted in my juicy slit I began writhing about in a semi-corkscrew fashion. Rocking my hips from side to side and snapping them back and forth with short, jerky humps, I managed to exert a powerful friction upon his quivering prong, a friction that affected me every bit as much as it affected him. As I ground myself around upon him I could feel his big spike slicing deeper, forcing the walls of my cunt apart; I was especially conscious of the tool's enormous head and as the flaring rim dug into the tender, lust-swollen membranes of my cunt I began to lose control of myself. I felt my womb giving a convulsive gasp of frantic delight and then, supporting myself with one hand, I reached down with the other to stab at my tingling clitoris with the other. The touch of my finger was enough to bring me off with a sudden, electrifying rush of orgiastic power. I virtually danced about on his loins as the climactic surge pushed out from the depths of my womb, taking possession of my body and mind with a totality-which wiped out every other consideration. For that moment, I could think of nothing but his big, lusty prick and my hot, throbbing cunt. His love-muscle filled my entire body it seemed, and transmitted sensual power of a kind I had rarely felt, even when I had been with the most masculine and accomplished of lovers.
"OMIGOD, I'M CUMING ALL OVER MYSELF!" I groaned. "AGGHHH! FUCK ME, JEFF, FUCK ME NOW! Fuck me out of my head!
Mmmm, my cunt's coming apart, it's melting! Oooohh, my cunt! My pussy! Do it harder, do it all the way to me!"
"Aurrgghhh!" he grunted in response, rearing back and throwing his cock into me with a sudden change of pace that made my climax immensely more powerful. "Oooohh, you're tearing my dick off; I can't hold it any more! I'm creaming too! You're fucking the cum out of me! Get it, get it all and make me cum some more!"
Once I had felt that first, tell-tale jerk of Iris cock I could not have held back for anything in the world. Even if Elaine and Ted both had marched into the guest room at that moment, along with Carol and anyone else you would care to name, I would not have been able to stop the relentless, driving motion of my ass and belly as I worked my cunt around his huge, swelling cock. The big tool heaved once without emitting any of that wonderful cream but then it began spitting out a thick, steaming spray which inundated my cunt with its hot, sticky essence. Again and again he came, shooting the cream out with as much violence as anyone could ever have wanted. It felt as though some living thing had suddenly invaded my cunt and was leaping about inside with a mad exultation which infected me with the same mindless frenzy.
I leaned far to the rear, forcing his prick to ride up hard against the front wall of my cunt's hot, quivering tunnel. Since this is without doubt the most sensitive part of that sheath, I felt my own flesh pounding harder than ever; by bending so far back I also applied even more pressure to his prick and thus strengthened his orgasm as well as my own. I continued writhing about on top of him and cried out wildly as my loins became engulfed with flaming passion. Again and again my womb blasted out long, stirring waves of orgiastic sensation that quickly rolled over all my body. My lusty spasms were so strong that they affected the muscles surrounding my cunt and made it grip his prick with strong, convulsive grasps; he said later that even my hand had not fastened a tighter hold upon him that he could recall.
Jeff and I thus contributed to each other's increased enjoyment as well as to our own. Every burst of hot, passion-reeking sperm from that massive cock of his brought an answering throb of lusty joy from my cunt, as well as a gasp of pure animal joy from my lips and another shuddering twitch from my hips. I have never been more fully responsive to a man than I was at that moment and, thanks to the extremely long length of his climax, I churned my way through at least two separate orgasms of my own. The second followed hard on the heels of the first, taking me by surprise as it suddenly burst within my cunt, and sent my brain reeling with the overwhelming effect it wrought upon me.
"Aiiieee! You're fucking another cum out of me!" I whimpered as I thrashed about on his mighty prick and fucked myself into a lathered daze. "Mmmm, Jeff, you're fucking me to death; you're killing me with your cock! Oooohh, fuck me silly, fuck me out of my mind!"
He needed no encouragement, naturally; the words simply came pouring out of my throat of their own volition. He could hardly drive his prick into me with all the vivacity he would have liked but even so he managed to rear up with his hips and send the big, pushing tool spearing as far up into my cunt as I could have liked. Deep penetration at those moments isn't a prime necessity with me; I heartily enjoyed the feeling of his cum shooting out over my exquisitely inflamed flesh and could have wished for no more pleasure than he was giving me at that moment. I heaved myself about on his body, grinding my cunt around that magnificent fucking tool of his, until I had worked every semblance of erotic arousal out of my body. After I had fucked myself out I lowered myself down on him-he raised his knees to provide me with a convenient backrest-and let out a long, low sigh of utter contentment.
"Ahhh, that's what fucking is all about!" I murmured weakly. "Jeff, I want you to know that nobody's ever fucked me any better than that!"
"Wow, I thought you were going to tear my cock off at the base!" he replied. "Man, that was just out of sight!'
CHAPTER SEVEN
Of course I took advantage of the opportunity to suck Jeff's big prick that afternoon, after he'd fucked me nearly senseless; it would have been the very epitome of foolishness to have allowed myself to be fucked in that wildly stirring manner and then not to have followed up by licking the tool which had been the instrument of my pleasure. While I was in so convenient a position I decided to take advantage of it to show him another little device I've often employed with men upon whom I especially wanted to make a favorable impression. I've never found a one who didn't think it was the most savagely exciting thing they'd ever seen or done and I didn't believe that Jeff would be an exception.
"No, just lie still," I told him when he attempted to move out from under me. "You watched your cock going in my cunt; now watch it come out of it!"
"Wh-wh-what are you going to do?" he asked, nervous and anxious once he saw that I had further pleasure in mind. "Wow, after a fuck like that I don't know if I could stand much more or not! You really wrecked me that time!"
"I'm going to slide up off your prick," I told him, "and then I'm going to let all that sweet, beautiful cum of yours drip down onto your cock and balls! Mmm, it felt as though you were shooting gallons and gallons of cream up me that time; I thought you'd never stop creaming! And after I've wetted you down good, then I'm going to lick all that sweet cum off your prick!"
"Hey, you wouldn't!" he exclaimed suddenly aflame with a renewed interest. "Oh, wow, that sounds like it would be the greatest thing ever! Yeah, and when you start licking it off me, how about turning around and letting me eat your cunt again? Mmmm, I think I'd really like to get my tongue up that hole of yours now that I've shot cum all over it!"
"I'll do it," I promised him. "But first you just watch this and see if it doesn't make your balls want to shoot off again!"
With that I lifted myself into an upright position and squatted over his loins. His cock still speared up into my cunt, filling me with its enormity; I could feel it swishing about inside my flesh as I moved and the way it moved about gave me added flashes of sensual pleasure. As soon as I was in the right position I began lifting my hips upward. He watched closely, as did I, and we both saw his thick-shafted cock begin slipping out of my cunt's grip. Our long, frantic fucking session had resulted in the rod becoming thoroughly wetted and it looked incredibly delicious as it emerged. My own cum had been bountiful enough; when it had been mixed with his and churned into a rich froth by the powerful pistoning of his tool it had been transformed into a heady, luscious oil that would lend a fantastic flavor to his sturdy, virile young meat.
My cunt did not spring shut immediately once his prick had slipped out the lips of my pussy and fallen back onto his stomach with a wet "splat!" Instead the hole remained wide open for a moment and he had his first look at the inside of a woman's cunt. I wished him well for it but at the moment I was concentrating on pushing that rich discharge out of my body and forcing it down onto his big prick. Clenching my belly and grunting, I felt it begin slipping out and lowered myself until the lips of my pussy were almost touching his big cock. When the first flood of sperm gushed out, I began working my hips to and fro, rubbing them up and down his prick's length and even over his balls. This smeared the rich cream about and also distributed it liberally over my own hot flesh; as I commented to Jeff at the time, this would make my pussy considerably tastier, especially if he were really in earnest about wanting to try his skill at eating a freshly fucked cunt. He assured me that he had every intention of going down on me; my own example in sucking his cock to a climax and then drinking his cum with such greedy delight had assured him that there was nothing wrong with the cream.
"If you can do it, so can I!" he vowed. "I'm going all the way with you!"
"I like that attitude," I replied, "just as I like your prick. Honest, Jeff, I really believe that you're going to become the greatest stud I've ever known! Mmmm, when Carol finds out all the things you've learned she's going to want to fuck you eight hours a day for the rest of her life!"
"Yeah, and I've been wondering how I'm ever going to convince her that all these things are really good," he added. "I know she'd love having her pussy eaten, if only she'd just give in and let me try it. But she's so ashamed of how it gets all wet and juicy whenever she's turned on!"
"We'll find a way," I promised. "I don't know how we'll do it but we'll find a way to convince her, you can be sure of that!"
I had by this time worked most of the cum out of my body and had spread it all over his prick, his balls and the lower part of his belly, as well as over my own pussy and lovemound. When I got off him and turned around, the sight of that youthful crotch overwhelmed me with passionate approval and I scrambled into the sixty-nine position with an almost unseemly haste. I wanted to devour him, to eat him to total distraction and, if at all possible, to make his manly cock well out even harder with lustful excitement and to have his big balls grow so full of rich, virile cum that they would again deluge me with hot, liquid lust.
I therefore attacked his loins with all the vigor I could muster. At the same time he began eating me too, running his lips over the tops of my thighs in such a way that I could feel my womb immediately being clenched by a giant fist that tightened it into a ball of quivering tension. I soon lost all consciousness of his mouth's work, however; the taste and feel of his huge cock was so all-dominating that I seemed to become nothing but a mouth, eagerly intent upon forcing every inch of that tremendous tool down my throat. I wanted nothing more than to make him cum again and even though I was not successful in that effort-which is not surprising, considering the violence with which he had earlier shot his seed into my body-I managed to get myself so excited that I had a long, quivering series of climaxes against his mouth. True to his word, he ate me with a violent passion and worked his mouth over every part of my pussy. The fact that my slit was covered with the residue of our abandoned fucking session did nothing to dissuade him; in fact I am certain that he sucked me even more heartily than he had earlier done in the kitchen, when my pussy had been wet only with my own excited oils.
"Lord, I can't take any more!" I groaned at last, after it had become clear that he would not be able to mount another climax any time soon. "I'd love to be able to keep sucking on you the rest of the afternoon, Jeff, but you've just about wiped me out! I'm going to have to rest awhile before I can goon!"
He put up no objections, since he had had a good run at me and had been able to satisfy several of his deepest desires, and we rolled apart. After resting for a few moments we again turned back to Carol. I wanted her to be able to enjoy him to the fullest extent, just as I had been doing, and I knew that it would probably take only a minimal effort in order to get her turned on to sexual pleasure of the most advanced varieties. Judging from what I had seen between her and Jeff on the back porch that afternoon-already it seemed years ago!-I believed that she had a great deal of sexual potential. If this could be unlocked, if her true nature could be brought to the surface and allowed free rein, I knew that she would make a most satisfying lover for my nephew.
"Maybe I could arrange for her to talk to you sometime," Jeff suggested. "I know she's real impressed by you; she was telling me the other day what a totally cool-looking woman you are."
"All right, that sounds good to me," I agreed. "If we could get together some afternoon when we could have some time to ourselves I might be able to lead the conversation around to some topics that might interest her. I'll do my best, you can bet on that!"
We left it there, with Jeff promising to work something out. Meanwhile, I set some wheels of my own in motion. Elaine and Ted had already been at me to prolong my vacation and, seeing another week packed with excitement beckoning to me, I agreed to see what could be done. As I had expected, I found no difficulty in getting my boss to agree to another week away from the office for me and when I hung up the phone after talking with him I felt elated enough to turn cartwheels in the nude. Elaine and Ted both chuckled happily when I told them the news. Jeff, who was in the room at the time I told them, got a very red expression on his face when I looked over at him; I could see that he was extremely happy to know that he would have another week in which he could exercise his brawny cock inside my cunt and mouth. The prospect had a great deal of charm for me too, though naturally I did not mention this to his parents.
True to his word, Jeff arranged for me to be at the municipal park the following afternoon when he was playing tennis. He had also agreed to meet Carol there after he had finished his matches and when she saw me she came over to join me on a blanket I had spread beneath a shade tree near the courts. We exchanged a greeting and talked aimlessly for a few minutes. Gradually I managed to edge the conversation around to the subject I most wanted to discuss with her, sex.
"Watching all those guys cavorting around without shirts on is making me horny," I told her after making sure that she was not averse to talking about my favorite subject. "Maybe I've been away from my boy friend too long!"
She asked me a few questions about Charley and I answered them, giving her the clear idea that Charley was a masterful lover-which he truly is-and that I enjoyed making love with him in a great many different ways. I reached into my purse and brought out my billfold to show her his picture and she agreed that he was a charming devil. I debated whether to show her the full-length shot of him nude which I kept in an inner pocket of my billfold, one showing his lovely cock rearing out like a bar of hot steel, but decided that she might not be quite ready for that kind of treatment. I didn't want to frighten her off and thought that she might take offense if I were to being showing her photographs of naked men, though I for one could look at them all afternoon and most of the night.
"What about that fellow playing against Jeff there?" I asked, nodding toward a tall, lithe youngster who was wearing a racing-type swimsuit and nothing more, except for a pair of sneakers. "It certainly looks like he's got just what every woman needs most!"
The closely fitting pair of racing briefs molded his loins with exciting exactness, displaying a very prominent bulge which was making my clitoris do all sorts of leaping and jumping about within the tightly compressed lips of my pussy. I'd been imagining myself peeling those briefs down to expose the big bulging mound of flesh under them and the thought had been enough to make my pussy very sensitive indeed, especially when, by drawing up my legs, I could tighten the way in which my panties pressed against the tingling slit.
"Oh, he's not so much," Carol told me. "At least, that's what I hear, not that I've ever done anything with him. That's Mack Winton-he used to be in real tight with a girl friend of mine and she told me all about him. He was always trying to ... well, to get her to do things to him."
"Oh? What sort of things? Mmm, I can think of some things I wouldn't mind trying with somebody built like that!"
"Gee, you know, things like ... well, he wanted her to go down on him! And he wanted to do it to her too, except that Julie, she wasn't about to have any of that stuff!"
"Hey, where's that girl's. sense?" I asked, feigning great surprise. "So what's wrong with going down on a guy? Especially when he wants to do it back to you? Hell, I thought this younger generation was really out on the edge of things and here you're talking like they're still a bunch of old maids!"
That really set her back on her heels for a moment. She wasn't prepared for anything like that from me; I think she was rather surprised at my forwardness in mentioning sex at all, especially in an approving way, and when she found that I wasn't opposed to people sucking each other off she didn't quite know what to make of it. I could see that I might have gone too far in my vehement defense of cocksucking and pussy licking so I decided I'd better backtrack and try to solidify my position with her.
"But then I guess maybe I'm expecting too much," I went on. "I can remember when I was fourteen and fifteen, I guess, and the idea of eating a fellow was a little bit much for me then. It wasn't until I was a little older that I really began to see how it could be a love act, going down on a guy and taking his cum in my mouth. I'm probably expecting too much of you kids."
"Wow, you mean you really do it like that?" she asked, fixing me with a wide-eyed gaze. "You really ... well, do it all the way to a guy?"
"Honey, there are times when I'd rather give a fellow a good, rousing blowjob than do anything else with him!" I said with a gentle laugh. "Sure, most of the time I'd rather do it the regular way, but every once in a while I just can't help myself-I've got to get a load in my mouth or it seems like I'm missing out on something that I certainly don't want to miss out on!"
"And the rest of it, the other way around, I mean," she whispered, edging closer to me. "You do that too?"
"Huh? Oh, you mean letting the guy go down on me?" I asked. When she nodded her agreement I smiled broadly and told her exactly how I felt about that. "Carol, that's one of the all-time pleasures in my book, especially when the guy really knows what's going down. You mean to tell me that Jeff never ate you? He never ran his tongue up your cunt, never licked your clitty until you creamed all over his mouth? Is that what you're telling me?"
"Gee, I thought that's what girls did to each other!" she whispered, getting a very uncomfortable look on her sweet young face. It occurred to me that she was intensely interested in having her pussy eaten but that somehow she had gotten the idea that this was a devilishly lewd, perverted practice and that she must not succumb to it, whatever the temptation. "Are you for real? Do you really like for guys to do that to you? It's not just girls that do it?"
"Honey, it's not just girls that do it, believe me!" I told her. "Guys can do it too and you'd better know it! Some of the horniest, most masculine guys I've ever seen were just ape about doing that to a woman and they didn't care how wet or juicy her twat was when they started! It's a lot of fun, I can tell you that, and you can have yourself a fine old time and never get anything but your boy friend's face between your legs!"
Instead of having the effect for which I had hoped and convincing the girl to become more frank and open with me, my essay into sexual frankness had just the opposite effect. She became very withdrawn after that and hardly responded to any of .my conversational leads. It wasn't that she was turning against me, I think; there was nothing hostile or unfriendly in her attitude. It was more an impression of having learned something which she wanted to digest at her own pace, a new outlook which she needed to consider by herself before committing herself to it.
After a time I gave up on trying to make a convert out of her; on that afternoon and turned my attention to Jeff and his tennis partner. Mack wasn't concentrating wholeheartedly on his game and as a result was taking a shellacking from Jeff; they were both capable players, I could see, but on that afternoon all Mack's shots were going awry. He darted occasional glances our way and at first I thought that he might be concentrating partly on Carol, who was wearing a very attractive halter and a pair of short shorts which left very little to the imagination. After she had withdrawn into her shell and had wandered away from the tennis courts, however, Mack continued to look my way and then I realized that he was also interested in me!
I found this observation confirmed when they finished their game and came over to me. Jeff introduced us and I found myself being ogled as I have rarely been ogled before in my life. Fortunately Mack was handsome enough that I did not find his attention unwelcome, though I could see that Jeff was becoming somewhat embarrassed by it. We returned to the blanket I had spread for myself under the shade tree and sat down for the boys to get over their exertions. As we sat there another of their friends came up and I was introduced to Benny Benson, a lad of their age and evidently part of a close-knit group. Like Mack and Jeff, Benny was tall and slender; I would have given Jeff a slight edge for being the most handsome of the three but this might have been simply because of the unusual intimacies we had already shared. Certainly all three of them were fine-looking specimens of young, virile masculinity and I could hardly sit still for thinking lewd thoughts about them. Mack was the worst, in terms of exciting me; those absurdly tight briefs of his were flagrantly exciting, I found, and had a strange ability of making me wildly curious to examine the contents of that exciting-looking bulge in the front. I restrained myself, however, and did nothing to show my true feelings about any of them.
Jeff remarked upon Mack's interest later, as he was driving me home. He said that Mack was one of the school's most notable cocksmen and had worked his way through a wide variety of girls, always confining Iris attentions to the most eligible young females available. I told him what Carol had said and he agreed that Mack's prick was not the largest in the world, though this certainly did not stop him from wielding it with the utmost freedom.
"You wouldn't have any trouble getting it on with him," he said. "He'd go down on you in a minute!"
"Maybe that's the answer," I said, after allowing his remark to soak in and set off a chain reaction of thought which suddenly illuminated a hitherto obscure landscape. "Yes, that might be just the solution to our problem!"
"Huh? What are you talking about?" he asked.
"Look, suppose you and Carol were out along that road where you took me that first afternoon," I said, growing more convinced every second that I had indeed stumbled onto something of the greatest potential importance. "You know, out looking for a spot of your own so you could get her panties off and start plowing her twat for her. And then, instead of finding the place you wanted, you came up on Mack and me balling-what would she say to that?"
"Wow, it'd blow her mind!" he mused, sobered at the thought. "But I don't know what else it would do. You know, she's always sort of wanted to see what it looked like-you know, when we were going at it, she's wondered what we looked like from another angle, You know, it just might really get her curiosity worked up and ... gee, I don't know what would happen!"
"But it sounds like an interesting possibility though, right?"
"You know it!"
"And Mack, he wouldn't mind putting on a show for your girl?"
"Not if it meant that he could get that hot, tight cunt of yours up against his mouth," Jeff replied. "I mean it-he's wild about eating girls and he'd jump through fire to get a chance to go down on you, I'm sure of it!"
We agreed that Jeff would explore the possibilities with his friend and that if the possibilities looked good enough they would arrange something in order for us to attempt the experiment. I felt good enough about it that I wanted to have him then and there and might well have done so, except that I had told his mother we would be back early. Since neither of us wanted to do anything to get her suspicions aroused, we decided that it would be best to forgo our pleasure for the moment.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jeff had no difficulty in persuading Mack to collaborate in the plan we had worked out; Benny also proved to be very agreeable to cooperating too. Thus I found myself fixed up with a pair of the handsomest young men any woman could have wanted. Looking back on it in retrospect, I must admit now that the whole idea seems somewhat cold-blooded, though I can assure you that neither of us felt that way about it at the time. My overriding concern, or at least the purpose of which I felt more conscious at the time, was Carol and Jeff: I strongly believed that they would both benefit from our machinations and that they would both be better people for it. At the time that seemed to be a justifiable motivation and I still believe it to have been so.
Ostensibly, the idea was for Jeff to give me another tour of the rolling, heavily wooded area to the north and west of Milton. I had already expressed my fondness for country drives and thus the ground was well laid for another trip into that region. We held our breaths for a moment, Jeff and I did, when I suggested another outing, but Elaine had matters of her own to attend to and did not offer to come along with us. Her presence would of course have wrecked the entire scheme; I only hope that my feeling of relief was not too obvious when she said that she could not go with us.
Jeff drove me over to a preselected spot where he was to meet Mack and Benny. We had to wait a moment before they arrived, at which time I moved over to their car. Jeff pulled away, off to collect Carol and carry out his part of the mission. Mack and Benny, I found, were somewhat more subdued now; evidently they found it a trifle intimidating to be with me, especially since Jeff had already told them of my interest in them. No doubt it was one thing to take out a relatively naive high school girl and quite another to escort a mature woman of thirty-five, especially when they knew that she was every bit as interested in fucking and sucking as they themselves were.
I decided to play it cool and to do nothing to make them more ill-at-ease. I therefore sat quietly between them and said nothing as we drove out of Milton and headed up into the hills. Both the lads were extremely conscious of my bare legs, I found; I had worn another of my short dresses and sitting there in the car, the hem had hiked up so that a very generous proportion of my thighs showed. Both Mack and Benny edged far away from me, as if they feared that touching me might somehow set off a chain of events which they did not want to occur. Gradually they got over their Self-consciousness, however, and by the time we turned off the blacktop and onto an unpaved country road they were considerably more at ease. Mack continued to keep both hands on the steering wheel but Benny had put his left arm along the top of the seat. As we turned a sharp corner I was edged closer to him and he allowed his left leg to rest comfortably against mine.
After having followed that circuitous, bumpy road for several miles and getting further back into the woods, we came to a halt. By that time the lads had loosened up considerably and felt much more at ease with me. I welcomed this change on their part; in view of our purpose for being there this free and easy attitude made everything much simpler and I told them so.
"Well, usually when you take a girl out, you know, you figure on having to go through all that rigmarole about working her up and stuff like that," Mack told me. "Geez, it's a little odd to start out knowing that ... well, that it's going to happen!"
"Sure, but that's because girls have mostly been taught that that's the way they've got to play the game," I explained. "I think that if they were honest, most girls would come right out and admit that they're looking for a good time too. Well, maybe I should be more explicit, since we shouldn't beat around the bush; I think that most girls who have their head together like to fuck as much as most guys do. That's supposed to be one of the best signs of maturity in a guy, you know: when they begin to realize that their girl friends like it as much as they do!"
"Hey, that's pretty good!" Benny exclaimed. "But is it really so? Is there really anything to it?"
"I think there is," I replied, "but I don't know of any way I could prove it to you. I mean, I could prove it as far as I'm concerned but then you might still think that I was different. And remember, I'm a lot older than the girls you guys know, so I've had a lot more time to get myself put together and I know that I don't have anything to lose by asking for what I want."
"Okay, what do you want?" Mack asked, taking a deep breath before asking the question.
I replied by extending both hands outward, bringing them to rest over the youths' pricks and squeezing them firmly. They were both already hard and the feeling of those stiff cocks, young and randy and hot with virile excitement, caused my pussy to flame up with a quick, decided burst of sensual emotion.
"That's what I want," I said. "Those! God, I could hardly keep from asking for it yesterday down at the tennis courts! I probably would have, except that Carol was there!"
"You shouldn't let her stop you," Benny told me as he placed his left hand over my right thigh and began stroking it lightly. "She's got a hot little ass on her, from everything I've heard, and I guess she wouldn't mind if you let it all hang out!"
"Shit, I doubled with her and Jeff one time," Mack snorted. "I was out with Betty Barnes and you know what an animal she is! I was sticking it to Betty in the front seat and all of a sudden I heard this howling from the back seat, sounded like somebody twisting a cat's tail! I guess that Jeff was getting himself some kind of lay that time!"
His remark reminded me of my own youth and of various double dates I had had. I well recalled feeling an added surge of excited lust when, as I accepted my own date's advances and guided him on to better things, I could hear the sighs, grunts and gasps of excited, youthful lust from the couple in the other seat. I had always found that the best fucks in a car were to be had when another couple was engaged in the same delicious activity; even when I could not see them the mere knowledge of their presence, together with their sounds, was enough to make my pussy throb and burn with a special kind of fire.
"I've already found out a little about Carol," I told them. "They slipped up one afternoon, just after I'd gotten into town, and didn't know I was in the house so they had themselves a little party out on the back porch. I was trying to take a nap but they woke me up; when I looked out the window of my room I really got my eyes full!"
I proceeded to tell them all about the marvelously exciting scene between Jeff and Carol that afternoon, the scene which had so aroused my own interest in Jeff and which had led to so many other stimulating and satisfying developments. Naturally I said nothing of the latter, since I did not want either Mack or Benny to know at that time that I had been making love with my own nephew. I related the discovery to them in such a way that I managed to convey my deep interest in what the couple had been doing and my approval of it; I said nothing about the subsequent relationship which had so happily sprung up between Jeff and me.
"Wow, I bet Carol'd die if she knew that!" Mack mused. "Yeah, she's really a hot ass, you know, but she's still all hung up about it. I mean, like she can't get enough prick but she still wonders if maybe her mom wasn't right when she told her about how she oughtn't to let guys get into her panties!"
"I know the conflict," I told him. "Almost every girl goes through a situation just like that one. But believe me, if she keeps on balling Jeff long enough, or some other guy, then there'll come a time when she's going to have to decide which is right-her pussy or her mother."
"And you don't have much doubt about which way it'll turn out, huh?" Benny said, leering significantly. "You figure you know what she'll decide when she asks herself that, huh?"
"The way she was turning on to Jeff and carrying on when he was balling her, I don't have any doubt at all," I assured him. "She was digging it all the way, every bit of it, and any girl who likes to ball that much, who feels it as strongly as she did, is going to decide that her mom wasn't so right after all!"
"I think you're right," Mack agreed. "Man, I wouldn't mind being around when she makes the big plunge! Wow, that Jeff's hung like a young bull but I don't know if even he could satisfy her, once she really decides to start balling for real! That little girl, she's really put together!"
I smiled at that, since at least one reason for my being there with them could have been construed as convincing that pair that young Carol was perhaps not the hottest piece of ass around. I had kept my hands on their pricks all the while we had been exchanging these comments, of course, and I could tell they were as excited and aroused as they had ever been. Even though the thrust of our conversation had been to direct their attention toward Carol and Jeff, I still had hold of their stiff young cocks and could remind them of my presence in a very forceful, direct way. I did so at that moment, squeezing them both and rubbing my hands back and forth in a way that was as suggestive as I could possibly make it.
"Hey, what did you do while you were watching them balling?" Mack suddenly asked. "I'll bet that turned you on a little, huh?"
He could not have asked a question which fitted in more neatly with my own plans. I smiled and admitted that I had been powerfully affected by what I had seen Jeff and Carol doing and by what I had heard between them.
"If you like I'll give you a demonstration," I said, giving him a very arch smile which suggested that the "demonstration" might itself be very exciting. "Or maybe you'd be offended if I were to do that?"
"I'll bet that I'd really like it," he said, returning the smile. "Yeah, Benny and I both'd really go for that, I'm sure of it!"
"Okay, suppose we get out of the car and take the blanket over to that spot we were talking about?" I suggested. "Here, I'll leave my dress here, just in case it might blow away or something. That would be better, wouldn't it? I'll show you what I was talking about when we get over there." Benny got out of the car and I followed him. Standing there beside it, with the door still open, I unfastened my dress and slipped out of it. Since I had deliberately avoided wearing either bra or panties, the removal of the dress meant that, except for my sandals, I was standing naked before them. I showed no concern at being undressed in their presence and even fluffed up the dark, curling V of hair over my lovemound in a way which could not have been more suggestive. They were spellbound by my display, if I do say it, and gaped incredulously at my nude body. After a moment I moved away from the car and sauntered over to the spot Jeff and I had agreed upon, leaving them to follow as they wished.
Jeff had described the spot very precisely to us. To get there I had to walk along a hedgerow for a short distance, perhaps thirty yards, and then make a sharp right-hand turn when the ' hedge also turned. There I found myself in a sheltered, shady comer of the meadow stretching out before us. I would never have believed, if Jeff had not previously assured me, that we were only about a hundred yards from the spot where he and I had fucked so enthusiastically only a short time before. The hedge separated me from that location but there was, he had told me, a gap in the hedge so that, if we had wished, we could easily have gained access to that very spot.
When I got to the location he had described for me, I stopped and turned around. Mack and Benny were hard on my heels, each carrying a big blanket. They hurried up and spread their blankets side by side. I then stepped out of my sandals and onto the blankets, motioning for them to sit down in front of me. They did so and, sucking in a deep breath, I began my demonstration.
"I hadn't meant to snoop on them," I explained as a beginning, "and it was a real surprise to me when I looked out the window there and saw them. Carol was the loveliest little thing, so pretty and so passionate, and I could tell right away that they were up to something. Yes, I could also tell what they were up to. The longer I watched them, the more I became excited by it all. In the end I couldn't stand it any more and I started ... well, doing it to myself.
That elicited a quick and marked reaction from them. I decided at once that they had never before seen a girl masturbating, or if so, had not seen it often enough to have their deep curiosity satisfied, and I launched out into an even more detailed demonstration than I had planned. Before getting very far into that phase, however, I suggested to them that I would find it much easier to conduct my demonstration if they too were to disrobe. I suggested that total, all-around nudity would be the fairest way to proceed and that I would very likely become even more aroused if I could feast my eyes on their naked bodies as I fingered my pussy.
They leaped up and skinned out of their clothing in short order. When they resumed their seats I had already seen enough to tell me that I was going to have a most interesting afternoon of it. As Carol had said, Mack's prick was not especially noteworthy, certainly not to anyone who had become accustomed to Jeff's king-sized tool; it could have been perhaps seven inches in length and of an average circumference but was not outstanding in any respect. Benny's cock was another matter. Though it was no longer than Mack's, it was one of the thickest tools I have ever seen. The girth of the mind-bending rod was at least that of Jeff's and, owing to the shorter length, looked even thicker. I felt a shudder of anticipation, together with a slight twinge of unease, darting through my pussy when I looked at Benny's unusual prick; already I could feel my cunt's mouth being stretched to the utmost and made to surrender the most decidedly sensual feelings of which it was capable.
I made no effort to disguise my deep interest in their cocks, a fact which pleased them. At the moment, though, I had other things on my mind and concentrated on them. I moved until I was facing both lads and spread my feet rather wide apart, making it possible for them to look directly at my pussy. I then reached down with both hands, used my index fingers to spread the fat, lust-swollen lips apart-the pressure of doing so was deliciously pleasing and sent a shudder of fantastic delight ranging through my loins-and thrust my hips forward in a lewd gesture of rampant sensuality. Benny's face assumed a rapt expression; a broad, leering smile broke out across Mack's face. Both of them looked at me closely as I worked the lips of my pussy open and shut for a moment or two, rocking back and forth all the while.
"I was doing it like this," I whispered in a thick, husky tone that adequately conveyed the passionate excitement I felt bubbling within my loins. "And I was pressing my nipples up against the wall as I looked through the window; that made me feel even better. I could hear them moaning and gasping as he worked his cock back and forth in her cunt; I could even hear the squishy sounds it was making as he fucked her, she was that wet and hot for his prick. God, he's got a stud-horse prick on him, but Carol was taking every bit of it! I could see her ass shaking when he'd ram it in with a quick stroke; I could hear her grunting out with joy when she felt all of that big rod go plunging up that tight little cunt of hers! Mmmm, it was the sexiest thing ever! After a little while I ... well, I got so turned on that I just creamed all over my fingers! '
"Go on! Show us how you fucked yourself into a cum!" Mack urged. "Let's see you work yourself up till you cum again!"
That was no difficult request to comply with, I assure you. I was already quite horny when I had begun the demonstration and the sight of them sitting before me, pricks openly displayed and full of erect, throbbing life, was enough to push me the rest of the way into the waiting climax. I gave a soft, wailing cry of anguish when I felt the cum erupt from deep within my cunt, sweeping out to infect my midsection with its all-pervading joy; I fucked into my hands with quick, shuddering thrusts and brought myself the rest of the way to the peak of orgiastic feeling. Again and again my cunt and womb throbbed heavily, emitting thudding shock waves of cataclysmic sensation that sapped my thighs of most of their strength; I managed to support myself only by the most strenuous exertions. After I had passed the peak of my feeling and the sensations were ebbing away, leaving me weak and listless for the moment, I rubbed my right hand over my pussy and straightened up.
"That's the way I did it," I told them weakly. "Mmmm, it was such a wonderful cum I had, almost as good as Carol's, I think!"
"Oh, wow, and you're about to get another one!" Mack chortled, leaping to his feet in a sudden burst of enthusiasm. "Yeah, whenever you want it, baby, I'm ready to sock it to you all the way!"
"Hey, me too!" Benny cried out in anxiety. "Don't forget me; I got a stiff cock too!"
"Don't worry, I can take care of both of you at the same time," I told them. "Just give me a minute to get myself pulled together, huh? And then I promise I'll take you both at the same time!"
"Huh? How are you going to do that?" Benny asked. "You haven't got but one cunt on you!"
"No, but I've got a cunt and a mouth," I replied. "Surely one of you young animals wouldn't mind getting a blowjob, would you? ONE OF YOU CAN FUCK MY CUNT AND THE OTHER CAN FUCK MY MOUTH! I love it either way, so neither one of you will be getting shortchanged! I'll make it good for both of you, I can promise you that!"
"Wow, a double fuck!" Mack exclaimed, rolling his eyes with wonder. "Yeah, I can dig that; it really sounds good! Okay, I'm willing to let you go down on me. Benny, you ready to get that tool of yours primed up so you can plug her snatch up for her?"
"Man, it's been ready for a long time!" Benny muttered tensely. "Sure, I'll put it anywhere she asks me to!"
I momentarily considered asking him to shove that tremendously broad thing up my ass but immediately set the request aside. True, I was extremely ready for an anal fuck, not having had any serious action in that area for some time, but I felt that I dared not submit myself to a prick the size of his. I therefore shelved any thought of anal fucking with Benny. Mack's prick was more the size of tool I wanted for that kind of operation and I made a mental note of raising the subject with him later.
For the moment I was fully satisfied to give Mack a blowjob and to have Benny shoving his thick-shafted tool up my well-lathered cunt. I would have to have him in the dog-fashion position, most likely, and the added sensitivity which that fashion added to my cunt would certainly give me all the stimulation I could handle. I glanced at my watch and noticed that it was somewhat earlier than I had anticipated.
"Look, that cum really knocked me out," I said to them. "We can go ahead with it now but if you really want to have yourselves a good time, why can't we wait fifteen or twenty minutes to get it on? You know, give me a little time to get my strength built back up, so I can really lay it on you good when we start balling for real!"
They protested at that but I reiterated my proposition, trying to suggest that I would be able to serve them much more effectively if only they would give me the extra time I had requested. To be quite frank, I did not need the time for exactly that reason; my true reasons will become apparent later. I was counting on their not knowing very much about a woman's recuperative powers, though, and felt pretty sure I could carry my point without a great deal of bother. I decided that I would add to the weight of my argument and motioned for them to come closer to me.
"Look, I'll just play with you a little while," I told them, reaching out to grasp their cocks in my hands and pulling them closer. "Maybe I could French both of you at once for a little while-I'll bet that'd do a lot to get my strength back in a hurry!"
They looked a little uncertain at that but I tugged harder at their pricks and soon had them both standing very close to me as I knelt upright on the blanket. Stripping back their foreskins, I began kissing first one and then the other of those stiff, hot rods. They didn't want to stand very close to each other and I was not able to lick and suck at both simultaneously, an act which can be highly stimulating to a woman who likes that sort of thing-I am definitely that kind of woman-but I contented myself with alternating the oral action I was giving them.
By paying attention to one and then the other, I was able to build their emotions higher but also to move from one to the other so that neither became so highly excited that he came in my mouth. They both had a good deal of self-control and were much better at holding back their cum than was Jeff, a fact which helped me considerably; I noticed, though, that Mack's prick was beginning to exude a few droplets of a thin, clear fluid which tasted very much like sperm without actually being the real thing.
"God, I love to get a fellow so hot that his prick dribbles that stuff!" I murmured, squeezing the bulbous head of his cock so that the droplet stood out more clearly. "Mmmm, that really turns me on all the way!"
"Yeah, and watching you eat that stuff gets my balls hotter than ever," Mack grunted. "C'mon, let's hurry up and get down to the good stuff!"
"Just a little bit longer," I pleaded. "I can feel my pussy getting hotter every minute; it won't be long till I'm ready. Then I'll show you what sucking and fucking are all about! Oooohh, I hope you're both loaded with cum; I feel like I could take a lot of that stuff today!"
"I've got it for you," Mack promised. "Honey, I haven't shot my load since Monday night. My balls are so full of cum they feel like they're going to split wide open! I'll drown you when I start shooting off; I'll shoot cum so far down your throat you won't ever stop tasting it!"
I could well believe it. His balls were as large as any I had ever seen, being far out of proportion to the size of his cock, and the bag was thickly congested with passionate arousal. He gave every indication of being able to ejaculate with a truly stupendous profusion, which is of course one of the qualities I prize most in a lover. Benny seemed to be almost as well endowed; his balls were large, though not of the monumental size of Mack's, and he said it had been a couple of days since he had emptied them. I thus had access to a pair of highly primed studs, it appeared, and I determined that I was going to enjoy it to the utmost. After giving their pricks a few more caresses with my lips and tongue, I released them and pitched my body forward so that I was kneeling on the blankets they had spread for our pleasure.
Mack sprawled out before me and lay back with an arrogant kind of indolence. He was very clearly out to enjoy himself to the utmost and seemed to be daring me to do my best to bring him off. I was fairly certain that he had never been subject to the kind of treatment I contemplated; after all, there probably aren't many high school girls who have the aptitude for eating pricks that I possess!
"Here, let me get myself set just right," I said to Benny, who was adjusting himself at my rear and getting ready to sink that swollen, lust-warmed cock of his in my tingling, throbbing slit. "Mmmm, you're so fucking big! I don't think I ever had a guy before with a cock the size of yours! You're going to have to be careful when you start driving that thing up me; it's so big it could , tear me apart!"
"The only girl I could ever screw dog-fashion was Suzie Flynne," Benny muttered. "And she's got a cunt big enough for two or three guys to get into!"
"I've been told that mine is pretty tight," I reminded him.
"Yeah, I can tell that already!" he said, working a finger into me with a tentative, seeking gesture. "Wow, that's as hot a cunt as I ever felt! And tight? Man, she's going to peel the skin right off the head of my dick!"
"Just don't split it wide open," Mack urged. "I've got a feeling like I might want to get into that snatch myself later on-that is, if she doesn't suck all my prick away the first time!"
"Mmm, I'll leave enough to fuck with," I promised him. "I'm just going to suck you enough to get that honey out of your balls; I'll leave plenty for later!"
I helped Benny guide his feverish staff into the juicy, passion-inflamed lips of my pussy. I lifted my hips high, partly to give him a better target at which to thrust but also to ease the angle of entry as much as possible. Knowing my own difficulty in taking men in this position, I knew that he would test my endurance to the utmost and I wanted to make the entry as easy as I could. He waited patiently for me to get the head of his prick seated exactly as I wanted it, though I could feel the excited trembling in his muscular body as I inadvertently caressed him while guiding his prick into place. Finally I had the big, bulbous head placed properly and felt ready to submit myself to the ordeal; the only reason I was willing to undergo the undoubted pain he would cause me as he breached the rim of my cunt was the certainty that that pain would at once be followed by a pleasure so intense, so beautifully pleasing and satisfying, that it excited me to the core just to contemplate it.
"All right, start working it in," I murmured. "But easy now! God, it feels like you're shoving your whole fist up my slit! Mmmm, I never had anything like that, not ever! Ugghhh! Ahhhhh! Oooohhhh!"
My cries of agonized pleasure were only partly put on; while I had taken cocks before that were probably the equal of Benny's, or so close to it in diameter as to make no noticeable difference, I wanted him to be as aroused as he could possibly be. I knew that putting on a big act was one way to flatter his male ego and make him even more eager to sink every inch of that big tool in my quivering, aching cunt; it would also ensure that his balls would erupt with all the power within his body when the time finally arrived for him to give up the love cream they contained.
"AURRGGHH! OHHH, WOW, IS THAT CUNT EVER SOMETHING!" he muttered tensely. "Damn, I never felt anything that tight or that hot before! Yeah, you're something else; you're really something else!"
As I felt that big, flaring head of his prick dilate the mouth of my cunt and spread it wide, as wide as it had ever been pressed, I felt, I bent forward and began mouthing Mack's prick. He was ready for me and drove his hips upward as I closed my lips around his hot, stiff meat. The head of his prick zoomed into my mouth and then down into my throat; he shoved every inch of it home at the first thrust and grunted loudly when he saw that I could take it all. The sight of all his prick disappearing into my mouth affected him powerfully and he responded in the only way he could.
Letting out a loud cry of exultant joy, he reared up again and thrust his hot, throbbing prick into my mouth with another shuddering heave of his loins. I worked my tongue around the stiff rod's shaft and gripped him as tightly as I could, sensing that he was already at the breaking point, and then felt that thick, meaty tool spring into sudden life with far more fury than I would have expected. The first jet of his cum shot far down my throat, almost gagging me; I withdrew in a hurry until I could fasten my lips just behind the flaring head of his prick. This allowed the sperm to blast out over my tongue and gave me a much more complete sense of sucking him to completion, since I could both feel and taste his seminal discharge much more acutely.
"Mmmm!" I groaned, working my face around his prick and making my tongue dart back and forth over the most sensitive parts of the tool's head.
He tried to ram the big rod home again but this time I was ready for him and evaded the thrust. His cum filled my mouth almost to the point of overflowing; only by dint of swallowing rapidly could I keep abreast of the frantic outpouring of love cream from his balls. At the same time Benny lunged forward and sheathed a goodly portion of his thick tool in my swollen, lust-congested cunt. Since the head had already breached the rim and had stretched the opening sufficiently for me to encompass his prick's girth with my cunt, the quick, brutal thrust did not cause me as much discomfort as one might have expected. There was a slight amount of pain, to be sure-after all, no one's cunt could be forced that far apart without some slight repercussions!-but as I had expected the pain was as nothing when compared with the feeling of fullness, the vast sensation of sensual pleasure which swept over my body as he filled me with his prick.
I leaned back against him and twitched my rump from side to side, seeking to bring him to the same state of elation which Mack was then enjoying. He rapped out a sharp oath of pleasure as I began fucking back at him and making my cunt tighten around his prick. He withdrew that meaty bludgeon slightly and again shoved it into me, piercing even deeper this time; I shuddered heavily as I felt him sliding into new territory and opening up new areas of that tautly stretched tunnel. My own excitement had made the inner membranes supremely sensitive and I felt his prick with every fiber of my being. At the same time, Mack's prick was still spitting out furious jets of cum, each one fierce and strong, and I surrendered myself to the inevitable.
My womb jerked suddenly and then erupted into violent , orgiastic tremors, making my midsection almost numb. The taste of Mack's cum inflamed my brain with delight, just as Benny's prick was turning my cunt and womb into pounding infernos of lusty joy, and I felt an all-encompassing sense of completion sweeping throughout my body. Just as it seemed that I was going to pass out from the sheer bulk of pleasure I was experiencing, I noticed a movement from the comer of one eye. Twisting about on Mack's prick, keeping it still in my mouth but turning enough to see, I noticed Jeff and Carol stepping through the opening in the hedge. They could not have been more than fifty or sixty feet away and even though my brain was reeling from the shock waves of pleasure passing through my nervous system I can still remember seeing the shocked, horrified expression on Carol's lovely young face when she recognized me and the boys I was with.
At that moment, the arrival of a marching band and the combined ladies' aid societies of Milton would not have been enough to have made me quit the deliriously satisfying work in which I was engaged. I continued sucking hard at Mack's bulging cock, swallowing rapidly as the cum continued to pour out, and swung my ass against Benny's loins with even more fervor than when he had first penetrated my painfully aroused cunt. Mack's prick gradually, lapsed into quiescence and the stimulating flow of cream tapered off, though I still tongued that incredibly arousing head as strongly as possible. He groaned and writhed about weakly, working the last of the orgiastic sensations out of his loins. Benny became aware of the arrival of Jeff and Carol at about that time and slowed his own furious fucking action to a standstill, though he left that excitingly swollen prick lodged deep in my cunt, to my everlasting satisfaction.
When I was sure that I had taken the last drop of Mack's cum I brought my face up from his cock and looked directly at Jeff and Carol. She had an expression on her face which I found hard to decipher: it looked as though she were both horrified and fascinated, as though she were being tom between a desire to stay there and watch me finish the act I had begun and a strong inclination to flee in the greatest possible haste.
CHAPTER NINE
"It looks like we've got company!" I said to Mack, who was still unaware of his friends' arrival.
He lifted himself up on an elbow and looked their way. At that Carol shrank back, clutching at Jeff's arm; she muttered something about how surprised she was and turned as if to go. Jeff took her wrist in one of his big hands and held onto her firmly.
"No, it's too late to stop them," he told her. "Let's stay and watch them fuck; it'll be a wild scene, honey!"
"Sure, I don't mind having an audience," I said, affecting a gay, carefree attitude. "Mack's already finished but Benny's still got his balls in working order and I think I might be getting him just about to the finish line!"
"Man, is she ever!" Benny exclaimed. "Jeff, this aunt of yours has got the tightest, hottest cunt I ever felt in all my life!"
"No, honey, I think we ought to split," Carol muttered to Jeff. "It isn't my kind of scene at all!"
"Sure it is," he urged. "Don't you remember how you always wanted to see what we looked like while we were balling? Here's your chance, Carol; you can watch Aunt Linda and Benny making it-they won't mind!"
"Mmmm, you're so right about that!" I blurted out. "Come on, stay here and watch! It's a lot better to ball a guy when some other people are watching; come on and we'll switch around a little so you can see everything!"
With that I detached myself from Benny by moving forward and sliding my cunt down off his brawny cock. I felt a sinking sensation of regret when I felt that massive prong slipping out of my cunt but, knowing that I would be getting it again in short order I did not mind the temporary loss so much. I rolled over onto my back and spread my thighs wide, bringing them up high at the same time and offering him another chance at my slippery, throbbing pussy.
Jeff had put his other arm around Carol and had begun massaging her pert young breasts as he held her there. I knew that he would be rubbing his prick against the cheeks of her ass and that the tool would be well on the way to total erection; they were both wearing cut-off jeans but I knew that she would easily be able to feel that big, hot tool even through the double thickness of blue denim. Her eyes became big and round when she saw me assume the new position and hold myself out so enticingly for Benny. Jeff urged her forward and she stumbled closer, coming up almost to the edge of the blanket. She had a stunned expression on her face, as though she could not well believe what she was seeing.
"Ahhh, this guy's got enough prick for two or three women!" I said, reaching down to fasten a tight grip upon Benny's big cock. "I can't wait to feel it going up my cunt again; I'm so fucking hot I don't know what to do with myself! Wow, that Mack almost drowned me with his cum; it shot out so big and strong I felt like dying!"
She became even more shocked when she learned that I had sucked Mack to a climax and had swallowed his entire load of cum. Jeff slipped his free hand under her teeshirt, still keeping hold of her wrist with the other, and began rubbing her breasts again. She looked as though the inner conflict were becoming even marked; there seemed to be a terrible struggle going on inside her. I decided to heighten her conflict if I could and reached out to take a firm grip upon Benny's cock. The tool was very slippery, having been extensively lubricated by my richly lathered cunt, and my fist slid up and down the broad shaft with the greatest of ease.
"Yes, I'll be doing this to him with my cunt in a moment," I purred. "See how it pulls the skin back and forth? That's what you do to a guy when you fuck him, you know; you're actually just jacking him off with your cunt! Ahhh, I love to fuck a man, it doesn't matter whether I'm using my fist or my cunt or my mouth! And he's loaded, too-when he starts to cum he's going to squirt that honey so far up my cunt I'll never get rid of all of it!"
"Ooohh, stop it!" Carol whimpered as she jerked about helplessly within Jeff's grasp. "You don't know what you're saying; this is terrible! I don't want to watch, you can't make me watch!"
"You don't have to watch, dear; all you have to do is close your eyes," I told her as I guided Benny's big cock up to the lips of my pussy and worked the swollen, turnip-shaped head between them. "MMM, HIS PRICK IS SO HOT, SO BIG AND HOT! I feel like I were fucking myself with a red. hot stick!"
Benny drove into my sweating, love-slick cunt with a sudden burst of sensual energy. I shrieked out in wild, animated delight as he plunged that massive implement squarely into the mouth of my cunt, bulging it out wide and bringing my sensitivity to a quick peak. I swung my legs up high around his body and locked my heels together so as to be able to exert the maximum amount of leverage upon him as he began working that incredibly arousing cock back and forth within the tight, overheated confines of my cunt. He drove half of his tool into my strained flesh at the first stroke, withdrew slightly-bringing a gasp of anguish to my Ups when I felt that huge prong slide out of my cunt-and then returned to the attack, slamming the rest of it home with a quick, brutal lunge. I cried out heartily as I felt my cunt being split to the very bottom by that ultra-thick instrument of sexual power. While a few men have penetrated me more deeply than Benny, none has ever surpassed his ability to make me feel well fucked; this was of course due to the immense girth of his prick, which stretched out my cunt until I was sure that the inner tunnel was going to split apart. I could feel his cock with every bit of my highly aroused sensitivity and the awareness of his masculine presence within me lent an added excitement to the savage act.
Jeff moved Carol around to our feet as we lay there, fucking and heaving against each other like a pair of enraged animals. They knelt down on the edge of the blanket to watch his prick slithering in and out of my cunt, a sight which must surely prove arousing to Carol. I utilized my superior leverage to force Benny's loins away from mine, though the exertion required of me meant that my cunt necessarily gripped his prong all the more tightly; I shuddered with frantic delight when I felt his tool edging out of my slit and I generated a wide-swinging hip motion in order to swirl my cunt around his prick with the greatest possible authority. When I had forced him out of me, and only the very head of his cock remained lodged within the taut, muscle-ringed opening between the lips of my pussy, I relaxed my grip and allowed him to plunge inside once more. He sank every inch of that tremendously satisfying prick into my cunt with one long thrust that brought a bubbling, wailing cry of elation to my lips.
"Anngghhh-owwww!" I howled, tightening my legs convulsively and pushing him away from me once more. "Omigod, you're fucking my heart out; you're fucking me to death! Oooohh, my cunt! You're tearing my cunt apart! Unngghh, do it again! Harder! Ahhhhh!"
His immense balls rubbed against my asshole with incredible effect as he strove to shove every inch of his prick into my cunt. I could feel those big eggs brushing over the tender opening just below the tightly stretched rim of my cunt and suddenly wished that he were inside my ass, rather than in the more customary opening. It was too late to change, though; nothing on earth could have persuaded me at that moment to remove his prick from my cunt. I continued forcing his prick out of my slit with my legs, then relaxing them and allowing him an uncontested thrust into the uttermost depths of the fervently throbbing hole in which he sought to shove all his sexual machinery. Jeff told me later that he had never seen anything nearly as exciting as the way Benny's prick had worked back and forth in my highly aroused flesh; he also said that Carol had become so fully aroused, notwithstanding her protests, that she had had an involuntary climax as she, too, watched the intimate details of my strenuous fucking effort.
No one, not even the most jaded, sex-hardened lecher could have withstood the pressure which I was exerting upon Benny. He managed to generate five or six of those magnificently stirring thrusts before he gulped out an unintelligible oath and then stiffened his entire body as he held himself tightly against my loins. I writhed against him, crushing the lips of my pussy against the base of his prick and rubbing my strained, rock-hard clitoris into the base of his belly. I was already cuming in a general kind of way-that is, a feeling of the utmost sexual pleasure had spread all over my body and was, curiously enough, serving to sharpen my sensitivity even more. When his prick gave that first spasmodic gasp of agonized pleasure, however, and then began spurting out those savagely stirring bursts of scalding hot semen, I felt another kind of cum materialize within my loins.
This climax, very sharply defined and localized, affected only those portions of my cunt which were fastened around his cock. It seemed as though a massive fist had suddenly taken hold of that soft, inner tunnel and had begun "milking" it with a series of powerful squeezes; each contraction sent wildly stimulating bursts of orgasmic feeling shooting outward until my whole body was jerking about weakly in time with the pulsations of sensual grandeur. I have occasionally cum like that, always when I have been excited to the absolute limits of my endurance, and those climaxes have invariably lasted for several minutes. They increase in magnitude until it seems that my brain is going to be burned away in the sudden rush of violent sensation, then quickly ebb and leave me limp and gasping for breath.
On this occasion the incredible spasms lasted longer, it seemed; this was no doubt due to the exceptional quantity and violence of Benny's ejaculation. As he had said, his balls were indeed loaded full of cum and his prick seemed to go wild with exultant joy as the hot, passionate cream shot forth into my eagerly waiting cunt. Again and again his big rod leaped, swelling out to a truly magnificent diameter as it belched out those fantastically strong jets of boiling hot cream. I could feel every movement of his prick, naturally, and the spurts of cum too; I writhed and cried in agony as the steaming essence of his balls washed over the exquisitely aroused membranes deep within my cunt.
Finally his prick lapsed into silence and lay at rest within my flesh, though I could still feel the dying twinges of my own vast pleasure. We held each other tightly, grunting and panting lustily; gradually he relaxed and lowered himself down onto my inert body. We lay there in each other's arms for a few moments as we recovered our strength and then he made as if to roll off me. I grasped him again, muttering that he must not get off me yet, and he settled back into place with that wonderfully pleasing cock of his still lodged firmly in my slit. Even though he had cum with a fullness which I could hardly imagine, his cock still had all its original length and stiffness; once again I marveled at the incredible capacity of these youths to maintain their erections after having had orgasms of such fantastic violence. They seemed almost impossibly virile and the very thought of being able to fuck and suck on them as long as I wanted proved to be a thought of the utmost pleasure to me.
Benny and Mack played their parts perfectly. We had arranged for Jeff and Carol to arrive at that moment, naturally; Jeff had calculated the time very exactly and had promised that he would bring her through the hedge at eleven o'clock on the dot. This was why I had delayed Mack and Benny when they had been so impatient to begin the last stage of our sexual action, incidentally. Jeff had brought Carol to that spot by another route and she had known nothing about any of it until she had stepped through the hedge and had seen us lying on the blankets. Our idea was that, once she had seen me taking both Benny and Mack, she would become so aroused herself that she would be much more amenable to the kinds of suggestions which Jeff and I wanted to force upon her.
Unfortunately she was made of tougher stuff then we had expected. Most girls would either have run screaming from the lewd scene at once, or else have become so aroused that they lost all control over their emotions; Carol had been excited enough to watch and even to achieve a small but sharp climax as her eyes had remained focused, upon the rim of my cunt while Benny's big cock was plunging back and forth in it. She was not so far gone, however, that she would willingly allow Jeff to continue what he had begun. When he began trying to open her jeans and to slip his hand inside in order to being stroking her clitoris, she jerked away with a loud cry and tried to get up onto her feet. He pulled her down onto the blanket, of course; he was mad with lusty fervor by that time and was not about to let her get away from him.
"No you don't," he grated deep in his throat. "We came out here to fuck and we're going to fuck!"
"Oh, no, Jeff!" she whimpered weakly. "You know I want to do it, baby; I'm dying to fuck you! But not here, not in front of them! Oh, please let's don't do it here!"
"Huh? Hell, what's the matter with you?" Mack gruffly asked her. "We all know you've been making it with Jeff and nobody's ever put you down because of that, have they? Forget it, baby, just lay back there and have yourself a fucking good time!"
"Yeah, he's right," Benny added. "There's nothing wrong with making out, Carol. Hell' I'd try to fuck you myself if Jeff wasn't already hooked up with you!"
"What are you going to gain by going off somewhere else to have yourself a ball?" I asked her. "Mmmm, you might Find that your pussy's a lot more alive if you were to try making it here with us! I can tell you this, Carol; I never had myself a better cum than the one I had just now, when you were all watching!"
That was the exact truth but it did little to assuage the girl's fears. She continued to resist Jeff's attempts to get her jeans off. Finally he gave up in disgust and lay there beside her, still clamping her wrists together in his big hands and looking very disgusted.
"Here, why don't you watch me suck Benny now?" I suggested. "He's going to pull his cock out of my cunt and feed it to me; that's the kind of fun I like most of all. Mmmm, he's going to taste so good, all lathered up with cum!"
"Yeah, you might as well sit back and enjoy it," Jeff told her. "I'm not about to let you go, you can be sure of that!"
"You're all crazy! You're so horny you don't know what you're doing!" she protested. "Agghhh, it's crazy! You can't be doing this!"
"I just want to show you that a fellow's cum doesn't taste bad at all," I told her, trying to make my voice as kind as I could. "You saw me sucking Mack, right? Well, I took his load right in my mouth and swallowed every drop of it! Mmmm, it was so good!"
"She sure did," Mack agreed. "I thought she was going to suck my balls dry and then eat them!"
"And now I'm going to lick the cum off Benny's cock," I continued. "He's going to pull it out of my pussy and stick it right in my mouth!"
Benny understood that to be his cue, as I had intended, and sprang into action. He wrenched himself free of my thighs and slipped his massive cock out of my cunt; I instinctively reached down to grasp my pussy so I could bathe my fingers in his cum as it trickled out the bruised, battered Ups. He edged his way up my body and brought his prick to my mouth; I shuddered with hot, greedy anticipation as I saw that thick, cum-smeared tool coming closer. It looked so luscious I could not keep from crying out with delight and urging him to give it to me at once. He offered me his flesh, hot and wet from my cunt, and I began devouring him with an eagerness which was totally genuine. At the same time I plunged two of my fingers into the mouth of my cunt and thrust upward with my hips; an immense quantity of Benny's orgasmic spew welled out the slit and dribbled over the outer portions. I began rubbing it over the Ups and upper parts of my thighs, working it into the fur surrounding the opening and quivering with passionate approval as my fingers spread the thick, sticky cream over every part of my midsection. My fingers glided over my flesh, due to the lubricating quality of his cum, and added greatly to my rising pleasure.
The chief source of my delight, however, was in mouthing Benny's big cock. The tool had an incredibly erotic taste about it after having been bathed in my hot, ripe cunt, awash with his cum as well as mine, and I lavished the most extravagant variety of oral caresses upon it. The naked, swollen head glistened in the sunlight as it neared my Ups and I could see the thick, ropy strands of clotted sperm adorning its length. The cum had gathered especially thickly in that deep groove just behind the head and I concentrated on digging my tongue into that area. The salty, bittersweet taste of raw sperm had been leavened by the sweeter, muskier taste of my cunt's overflowing love oils; when combined, the juices had a fantastically powerful effect and were enough to make my entire body throb and ache with sensual arousal.
"See? She's really doing a job on him," Jeff muttered to Carol. "Look at the way she's eating his cock! Wow, there's cum all over his prick and she's lapping it up like it was honey!"
"Oooohh, it's making me feel weak!" Carol moaned, twisting about in his grasp as the lewd, sensual sight worked directly upon her brain and inflamed her young clitoris with new sources of desire. "Oh, Jeff, I do want to do it to you that way; I want to drink your cum! But not here, please don't make me do it here! Not with them watching me; I feel so awful with them watching!"
I had suspected that she would eventually come around to wanting his cum in her mouth; she had struck me as a highly sensual girl and exactly the sort who would want to share every kind of erotic experience with her lover, even the kind which had always before impressed her as wrong. Perhaps she had been devoting considerable thought to the ideas I had planted in her mind beside the tennis court during our intimate conversation-whatever the cause, she sounded sincere in her avowals and I knew that it would not be long before she was eating cock like a professional, keeping her mouth on his prick until he had blasted her tonsils with the hot cream that lay in his balls.
I devoted myself to Benny's cock and ate him with genuine passion. He was not able to get another climax, though I lavished my most telling caresses upon that bulging cock of his; I managed to fingerfuck myself into another cum, though it was not as exciting and satisfying as it would have been if he had been able to shoot his nuts off again at the very height of my enjoyment. Even without that added pleasure I managed to induce a very soothing, relaxed sensation into my cunt and to give myself a most satisfying amount of sexual pleasure. Jeff later told me that Carol had squirmed around to watch intently as I had rubbed my hot, lathered pussy into a perfect turmoil of sensual awakening; she had shuddered heavily when she saw me suddenly jab two fingers between the lips of my pussy and then bring my thumb to bear upon my outraged clitoris as my loins had erupted with erotic thunder.
As soon as I had fingerfucked myself to completion, and eaten Benny to his total satisfaction, thereby demonstrating my readiness to have a cock in my mouth as soon as it had been removed from my cunt, I turned my attention back to Jeff and Carol. As they had writhed about on the blanket and watched Benny and me wrestle with our own private act, Jeff had managed to get the front of her jeans open and to pull her teeshirt up around her armpits. Since she had worn no underwear that day, this meant that her lovely, pertly rising young breasts were fully visible and that we could get glimpses of her softly furred lovemound, though most of the latter was obscured by Jeff's big hand, since he was reaching into the jeans and strumming her burning clit with extreme diligence.
I knelt beside them for a moment, ignoring both Benny and Mack, and concentrated on my nephew and his lovely young friend. Carol's face was darkly flushed; her cheeks were a fiery hue of red and her breath whistled through her tightly clenched teeth as Jeff bent over to nuzzle one of her breasts and continued working his hand back and forth in the front of her jeans.. She had a dazed, blank expression on her face, one that I recognized as the mark of a girl excited into a state of near insensibility, and I knew that she was now ready for any kind of sexual action we might suggest. She jerked about against Jeff's cannily applied hand like a puppet on a string, totally at his mercy; I felt a sudden surge of erotic adventure and responded strongly to the sight.
"Get her clothes off!" I hissed at him. "Pull that teeshirt over her head; I'll get her jeans off, Jeff; she'll eat your cock and suck you all the way!"
"Oooohh, yes!" the girl whimpered weakly, lifting her arms to allow him room in which to slip the shirt over her head and arms. I almost cried out with pleasure myself when I saw the exciting way the movement made her breasts swell up-the nipples, hardened into small, maroon-hued cones of lusty flesh by this long period of excitement, lifted up at an even higher angle and topped off the small, very firm mounds of ivory flesh perfectly. "Feed it to me, honey, feed me your cock! Mmmm, shoot off on my face! Jack off in my mouth! I want to feel your cum shooting all over me! Ahh, my pussy's so hot; ahhh, I need to cum! Do it to me, baby, do it to me now!"
She fell back onto the blanket and Jeff quickly straddled her face, guiding his fiercely enlarged prick down onto her lovely red lips. She opened her mouth wide and took the big tool eagerly, closing her lips around the pink, lust-colored shaft and moaning ecstatically as she felt his meat pressing against her tongue. Left to my own devices, I reached out to pull her jeans down over her taut, firm hips so as to bare her hot little pussy completely. She cooperated magnificently and raised her ass off the blanket to let the garment slide down her thighs. I wasn't sure if she knew entirely what she was doing but I wasn't going to inquire at that moment, not that she would have been able to give me a coherent answer anyway. Benny and Mack looked on with fascination as I stripped the jeans off.
"Oh, man, that's eating stuff!" Mack whispered as he saw the full, naked glory of her exposed pussy. "Wow, look how she's turned on!"
Carol was so utterly engrossed in going down on Jeff that I doubt if she even fully realized that she was now displaying that incredibly handsome twat of hers to all three of us. I was at her feet and could look up between her long, slender thighs into the dark, wet maw of her slit. Most of her pubic hair grew over the mound itself; only a few wisps of golden-brown fur extended down beside the lips themselves, which had grown fully as dark as her nipples and glistened with her abundant moisture. I impulsively reached out to touch that fount of sensual delight and her thighs fell apart automatically, giving me an even better, more exciting view of her pussy. As she drew her thighs up slightly and pressed them wide apart, the pressure forced the outer lips to open up and revealed the puffy, lust-swollen inner lips in all their sullen beauty. The lips hung down like a piece of overripe fruit, enticing and juicy, and I felt myself being drawn to them like a piece of steel attracted to a powerful magnetic field.
I had not intended going down on the girl, I swear it. I have never eaten a pussy, or I had not before that time, and the prospect of sucking a woman off had never seemed especially pleasing to me. The sight of Carol's hot, ripe, eager young slit affected me differently, however, and before I knew what was happening I found myself advancing between her thighs and bending over so as to begin kissing that tantalizingly beautiful pussy. I touched her lightly at first, barely flicking the very tip of my tongue over the swollen, hot flesh. She quivered like a young colt at play and then lurched upward, jamming her pussy against my mouth. I immediately worked my tongue deep into her slit and lapped at the sweetly flowing juices which poured out of her cunt, reaching under her ass to clasp her firmly rounded buttocks as I did so. I lifted her ass off the blanket and brought her pussy up against my face, then rocked her from side to side as I licked her cunt clean. When she had begun climaxing-I could tell when this happened; the rim of her cunt convulsively nipped at my tongue-I withdrew my tongue from her pulsating hole for a moment to touch it to her clitoris and drew an even stronger thrust from her. I then lowered my aim and -rimmed her asshole with my tongue, producing an even more marked reaction; I then resumed tonguefucking her cunt and did not stop until I had driven her into total sensual distraction.
She was eating Jeff's cock with a steady, delirious fervor all the while. While I did not intend this as a result, my eating of her pussy had given a new vigor to her mouth and tongue and she went down on him with a furious intensity which he had never seen before, at least not from her. She succeeded in getting most of his cock in her mouth and her tongue went wild, squeezing and licking the big head and roaming up and down the shaft with complete freedom. Jeff had seen what I was doing and, far from being outraged at seeing me make a homosexual advance at his girl, had actually been inflamed with renewed passion. Thus he wasted little time in losing control of his passions; within a very short time he had pulled his prick out of her mouth until only the head remained in place. He had then begun masturbating, while she fondled his balls and continued stroking the ultra-sensitive head of his cock with her tongue. Between them they managed to bring his balls to a state of tingling, throbbing arousal and shortly afterward the big, sperm-laden eggs erupted with a mighty rush of sexual outpouring.
"Mmmmm! Nnnnggg!" Carol groaned when she felt Jeff's prick spring into life within her mouth.
Though her brain was befuddled by the myriad sensations which she was receiving from her clitoris and cunt, thanks to my animated efforts with my own mouth and tongue, she retained enough sensibility to be fully aware of Jeff's climax too. She never gave so much as a passing thought to removing his prick from her mouth; her resolution remained as firm as his prick itself and she continued sucking strongly at the big, trembling rod. The first jet of cum took her by surprise, since she had not expected that the outpouring would be so strong, but she quickly recovered and began giving him exactly the kind of treatment he most wanted. Knowing that he liked working his prick back and forth within her cunt when it was spurting out those violent bursts of scalding hot semen, she reasoned that he would respond equally well if she were to force her mouth and tongue to lavish especially ardent caresses upon his cock as it swelled and rhythmically pumped out those marvelously stirring bursts of lust-reeking cum. She therefore squeezed the bulbous, throbbing head between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, rotating her face around the quivering shaft as she did so. The combination of stimulations struck directly at the heart of Jeff's emotions and he cried out with abandoned delight as she sucked even harder at his cock.
I was far from idle at my-own station. Hearing her cries of elation and correctly interpreting them to mean that Jeff was shooting his cream into her throat, I pressed my mouth even harder against the girl's fervently pounding slit. She was moving from one climax to another; Jeff's cum had arrived at just the right time to propel her headlong into another cataclysmic upheaval of lusty approval and I helped along by working my tongue up and down her moist, hot furrow with all the energy I could muster. As she reached the very height of her second bout of sexual ecstasy, I sipped my right hand more directly under the cheeks of her ass, so that my thumb slid into the crack between those luscious, firm mounds, and then began pressing it down hard against her asshole. I did not exactly penetrate her anus but I exerted plenty of pressure on it, enough to add significantly to her overall stimulation. At the time I thought that she was climaxing so strongly that she probably would not notice the added stimulation my thumb was providing but she later told me that she had been very conscious of an added delight, though she had of been able to identify it properly. She was very surprised indeed, I might add, when she learned hat I had been thumbing her asshole. By that time, of course, her reserve had been broken down efficiently that she was no longer ashamed of expressing her sensuality in the most direct terms and it was not long after that that she began hinting to Jeff that he ought to try putting his cock into that opening.
Mack and Benny had at first sat back and watched in silent wonder as Jeff and I had begun working on the passionately aroused girl. They had been as surprised as anyone when I had started sucking her pussy; they had had no idea that I was inclined in that direction but they were entirely willing to watch as I started devouring that incredibly sweet, hot, juicy morsel of aroused girlish meat. Shortly after that, however, Mack rose up into a kneeling position and started jacking off. I could see him out of the comer of my eye and it at once occurred to me, naturally, that it would be a tremendous waste of hard cock if he were to waste a cum in such an adolescent pursuit. I started to lift my face from between Carol's shuddering thighs and tell him to crawl in behind me-I had my ass lifted high in the air and my pussy was gaping out between my thighs-when he got the same idea himself.
Scrambling into position, he sheathed his stiff, hot cock without further ado. I went down on Carol even more strongly once I felt that delicious length of stiff love-muscle dilating the mouth of my cunt and probing into the hot, congested tissues behind that tautly stretched opening. He fucked me with a slow, easy motion that was sensuality incarnate; I could not have wanted a better fuck than the one he started giving me. It wasn't the kind of fuck you get from a guy who is intent upon blasting his cum deep into your cunt; it was more a simple but highly effective expression of lusty arousal, the kind of fuck a guy will give you when he wants nothing more than to feel your cunt sliding up and down the swollen length of his prick. I loved the rocking motion he was using and gave myself over to it freely, knowing that the slow, rhythmical in-and-out motion would bring my passions to a throbbing, aching, quivering peak before they finally overflowed and poured out in a vast upheaval of sensual pleasure. I simply held my position, trying not to move my ass at all, and enjoyed the push-pull sensation of his cock. At the same time, of course, I lavished even more ardent kisses upon Carol's hot little slit.
Her cum, her pussy-drippings, her cunty oils, all had as exciting a taste as I have ever experienced. I sucked strenuously at the slit from time to time, seeking to drink that marvelously invigorating brew straight from her flesh, and occasionally alternated my tonguefucking motion with another style of cuntsucking which I knew from my own experience was highly effective. This involved sucking the lips of her pussy up into my mouth, pulling at them with every bit of energy I could muster, and gently biting at those ultra-tender lobes. I found that her reaction to this style of lovemaking was exactly like my own: she groaned wildly, though the groan was muffled by the mouthful of hard cock she was taking, and flung her hips from side to side with abandoned delight.
This of course made me all the more eager to repeat the experiment and thus I expended all the years of experience upon her during that first bout we had together.
Mack still had not fucked himself to a climax when Jeff and Carol finally ceased their vigorous orgasms. His prick still worked back and forth in my cunt and I was extremely aroused, though I felt as though I could continue that particular style of fucking for hours without getting myself a cum. I brought my face up from between Carol's thighs, looking down at her wet pussy with a great deal more fondness than the first time I had examined it, and heaved a great sigh of relief.
"Mmmm, that's better than I ever dreamed it would be!" I murmured softly. "God, I could feel you coming all the way down to my toes!"
"Then just think how I could feel it!" she replied as Jeff moved off her body to stretch out beside her. "Hey, you're getting it again! Don't you ever get tired of fucking?"
"Not when there are studs like these around!" I told her. "Mmmm, I could do this forever!"
CHAPTER TEN
We decided to take time out for a short break in order to allow Jeff and Carol time in which to recover from the furious spasms of lusty joy which had racked their bodies so heavily. Neither of them was able to continue with the pleasures of sex, though they were not so far gone that they were not willing to watch Mack and me working our bodies together.
After remaining humped over in the dog-fashion position for a short while longer, I suggested a variation to him, one which he quickly accepted. Keeping his prick firmly lodged in my cunt's tight, greedy clutches, we extended ourselves flat on the blanket and then rolled onto our sides. He was still behind me, clutching the cheeks of my ass to his belly, and his prick was spearing up between my thighs and working into the mouth of my cunt the same as before. We found that this new position was extremely comfortable and he proceeded to tell me so.
"Yes, and this way Carol can get a better look at how a prick works on a cunt," I added. "Isn't that something you've been wanting to see?"
"Is it ever!" she muttered tensely, squirming about on the blanket in order to feast her eyes on the ravishing sight; I cooperated by lifting my upper leg and making my prick-filled pussy much more visible to her. "Oh, wow, is that ever something to see! Mmmm, it's making me get all horny again! Come on, Jeff, get in behind me and do it to me like that! I'd love to get it on that way!"
Jeff protested that he was temporarily fucked out. Though his prick still had abundant stiffness, he said that her thorough blowjob had left the tool senseless and that he could not feel a thing with it. Carol's face adopted a pout upon hearing that, and she shook her head in exasperation. That, she said, was the gratitude she got for having sucked him so well!
"No, guys are like that sometimes," I told her, anxious to head off any sign of a quarrel between the young couple. "But if you're hot and really want some good fucking action, why don't you get it on with Benny there? He's got that prick of his worked up really well, it looks like, and I know he'd love to make it with you!"
She protested that she was Jeff's girl, the reaction I had expected. I proceeded to give her a lecture on the philosophy of swinging, explaining that there was a distinction, many people now felt, between fucking and lovemaking. Fucking was something you did with friends, I told her, but lovemaking was something which occurred only with one's lover. Jeff cooperated magnificently with my efforts, telling her that he had no objection to sharing her with Benny; after all, they were good friends and he could see no reason why she ought not to avail herself of his stiff prick, especially since he himself was in no mood at the present to satisfy her raging lusts.
"Tell you what, you get it on good with Benny," he urged. "Really give that cock of his a workout and after he's shot his nuts off good, then I'll be ready and I can get on you and give you another good fucking. You know how I like to fuck your cunt after it's already dripping with cum; I'll bet it would be just as good if I put it to you after Benny's worked you over good!"
Carol was plainly not wholly convinced either by my argument or by Jeff's seconding of it. She was powerfully aroused, however, and she could see that Benny's cock was extremely ready for whatever kind of sexual action might come its way. The raging hungers within her cunt were strong enough to overcome her natural reluctance to submit to another boy, especially in Jeff's presence, and finally she turned to Benny with a shy smile of encouragement, as though he had any need whatever for encouragement! I reached between my thighs in order to touch the tip of my finger to my clitoris, which had by this time risen out from the apex of my pussy's lips in full, erect splendor; I began masturbating with a delicate precision as I watched Carol lie back and prepare herself to receive Benny's big, stiff prick.
That girl had a truly amazing ability to bend her body into extreme shapes when sexual opportunities were at hand. On this occasion she lifted her legs high and folded them back until her knees were touching her breasts; she then spread her thighs far apart so that her sweet, hot, juicy pussy lay there like the choicest piece of beefsteak in a gourmet's paradise. I remembered the first time I had seen her fucking, how she had rested her legs on Jeff's shoulders, and I realized then that she had already discovered the unique, special pleasures available to those who adopt extreme positions while fucking.
Benny settled himself down at her rump and forced the head of his cock down into the lips of her pussy. Even though I had attempted to lick every vestige of cunty lubricant from that slit, it had of course become richly oiled in the short interval since I had taken my mouth away from it. Benny's bulging, massive prick easily spread the Ups, therefore, and nosed into the mouth of her cunt. In ordinary circumstances I would have felt a pang of concern for a girl so young being subjected to a cock of those dimensions but in this case I knew that Jeff had already fucked her enough that she would have no difficulty in accommodating Benny's extraordinary prick. Her cunt had often been stretched as wide as Benny's big, stiff tool would stretch it and had been opened up to a greater depth as well. If Carol could take Jeff's huge cock then she could take anyone.
Nevertheless she found her cunt being exercised strongly and she gave a low, whimpering moan of surprised delight when he started shoving his cock into place. My pussy became even more charged with electric sensuality as I watched him press more and more of his swollen tool against that tender, delicate, youthful slit. Mack was still pushing his own cock in and out of my cunt with that same utterly delightful rhythm which had so attracted me in the first place. His steady, gentle thrusting, combined with the added spark given me by watching Carol being fucked so masterfully, was enough to put a new twinge of vitality in my hips as I began thrusting back at him. I continued massaging my clitoris, naturally, and as he altered his position slightly in order to sink the entirety of his cock in my cunt I reached down to grasp his balls.
The big eggs almost filled their hairy bag to capacity. They felt as though they had been fully recharged with sperm; I shuddered deliciously as I brought them up snugly against the lips of my pussy and rubbed them against the highly aroused flesh. Mack held himself deep inside my cunt and allowed his prick to bathe itself in the flood of erotic lubricant my body was releasing. I was able to feel that lovely prick in its entirety, since all of my cunt was now painfully aroused and exquisitely sensitive. The sensations multiplied rapidly and I could feel myself edging ever closer to orgasmic heights which I desperately wanted to scale. Still the youth maintained his same even pace. It was as though he wanted not to cum, but only to fuck me to the very limits of my endurance.
The sight of young Carol swinging her beautifully formed ass up against Benny's driving prick proved to be immensely stimulating. I was not in a position to be able to catch more than an occasional glimpse of her slit as it worked around that stiff, thick shaft but even so the sight of their churning, driving loins and the sound of her excited gasps of pleasure were enough to make me very responsive indeed to Mack's steady fucking motion. His prick seemed to become much hotter and sent powerful darts of stimulation surging through my cunt as he steadily probed and pounded into my flesh.
"OHHHH, YOU'RE SO FUCKING BIG!" Carol moaned as she worked her pussy around the shaft of Benny's cock. "Mmmm, I didn't think anybody had a cock as thick as Jeff's! Owww! Agghhh! Oooohh, I feel it all over, it feels like you're fucking me everywhere at once! Ahhhh, your balls are up against my asshole! Mmmm, you're making me want to cum; I can feel my cum getting ready!"
"Let it cum!" Benny urged, anxious to feel her tumbling into the abyss of pleasure. "Yeah, I want to feel you cum! Get it all together, baby, and then turn that cunt loose!"
Jeff, by this time, had fully recovered his enthusiasm for fucking. Unfortunately for him there was not a cunt available and he began masturbating. The sight of his big fist plunging up and down the shaft of his cock, pressing the foreskin up over the big head and then peeling it back, affected me almost as much as the sight of Benny fucking his mammoth prick into Carol's hot young cunt. I felt an immediate urge to help him and at first conceived a desire to suck his prick as Mack fucked my cunt. Then another idea, one far more exciting, occurred to me; due to the vast sensuality which pervaded my body at that time I lost not a second in proposing my newer idea.
"Jeff, come over here and do it to me!" I told him. "You can fuck my cunt while Mack's fucking my asshole! You can give me a double fuck!"
That possibility honestly had not occurred to me before that moment. To be sure, I'd heard about women performing acts like that, had seen pictures of them doing so, but I had never even come close to duplicating such a feat myself. At that moment, though, when I could feel Mack's hard, hot prick shoving back and forth in my cunt and saw Jeff begin jacking off, the thought entered my mind and took total possession of my being. I could think of nothing but a picture I had once seen before, a shot of a lovely brunette girl lying on one fellow's belly, his prick spearing up into her ass, as another mounted her frontally and introduced his prick into her cunt. The prospect of having them both, simultaneously, struck me as exciting beyond anything I had ever imagined and I wanted them with a fierce, all-consuming power.
Mack stiffened when he heard my proposal, as did Jeff; they were immediately attracted to the idea, even though it was something they had never heard of. I saw that they were willing to attempt it and I began showing them how it could be done. Mack said there would be no problem to my lying on him; he was muscular enough that he could easily support my weight, particularly if he were to have the additional pleasure of thrusting his swollen cock into my asshole. I wasn't sure if he had ever fucked a girl in the ass before but evidently the possibility had occurred to him; certainly he showed no hesitation whatever in having me that way.
I stretched out on his belly, holding the cheeks of my ass wide with one hand and guiding his cunt-smeared, slippery prick into place with the other. He waited patiently until I had fixed the tool just right, then drove it into my ass when I gave him the word. I grunted loudly when I felt his tool opening up my anus-he was as large as anyone I'd ever taken in my ass and his cock gave me an anxious moment or two until I found the thick head sliding into place.
"Oooohh, it's going in!" I moaned, thrilled to my core by the penetration that touched me so directly and fundamentally. "Mmmm, you're fucking my ass!"
I quickly recovered and, cautioning Mack not to lose the advantage he had already gained, urged Jeff to come forward and get over me so he could start shoving that immense cock of his into my waiting, slippery cunt. He looked absolutely beside himself with lusty readiness-the prospect of joining with Mack in the unusual act I had proposed evidently excited him in the extreme-and was on me in a flash. I nosed the naked, flaring head of his prick into the lips of my pussy and shuddered as he pressed it home.
Mack's big, stiff presence in my asshole had squeezed my cunt together more than usual, thus making it more difficult for Jeff to get his own flesh into my cunt. It was a tight fit at best, and under these circumstances I thought he was going to rip me apart before he finally succeeded in getting the initial penetration. Once he had forced the head of his cock into place, however, he could not have been turned back, nor would I have attempted to do so under any circumstances.
The double fuck, I quickly learned, was far more than simply a combination of the separate pleasures, each of which I appreciated fully. Admittedly there was the pleasure of having a hard, hot cock being shoved inch by inch into my grudgingly yielding asshole, a pleasure of the utmost intensity and delight, as well as the more familiar sensation of a massive, lusty prick prying the mouth of my cunt apart and slipping into the passion-swollen tunnel behind it, but when I experienced both at once I found a new dimension of stimulation as well. The varied sensations emanating from my asshole and cunt fed upon each other and multiplied accordingly, uniting in new ways to create vistas of sensual delight whose existence I had not even suspected before.
I succeeded in getting Mack and Jeff to stop their actions for a moment, giving me time in which to recover my equilibrium somewhat and to get myself ready for the explosion I could see looming ahead. I had never expected the dual emotions to be so overwhelming and I could already see that I was going to be fucked almost out of my mind. Looking over to Benny and Carol, I noticed that Benny had already shot his balls off while I had been intent upon getting Mack and Jeff placed in my body. Carol was still shuddering and moaning as the last stages of her cum raced outward from her distended cunt but Benny had turned his attention towards us. It took him a moment or two before he realized what his friends were doing to me but when he understood a new, deeply sensual light of interest flashed into his eyes. He was wishing that he, too, could be there, perhaps forcing the rim of my asshole even further apart with his monstrously thick prick; at that moment I was very glad that it had been Mack whom I had selected for that honor-the thought of having both Benny and Jeff in my body at once simply passed all imagining!
Carol quickly fucked herself the rest of the way through her cum and then turned her attention towards me. She did not even bat an eye when she saw her boy friend atop me, preparing to sheathe the rest of his magnificently erect cock in my cunt; the fact that he was my nephew seemed to have no effect at all upon her. Nor was she especially startled to see Mack's prick going into my ass-she later told me that she had suspected that I would be strongly in favor of buttfucking ever since she had felt my thumb against her asshole as I had been sucking her hot little cunt and admitted that she had entertained fantasies of having a prick there. Far from being offended at what I had enticed Jeff and Mack into doing, she showed a great deal of interest.
At that moment, however, she still had her cunt stuffed to the brim with Benny's wonderfully filling cock. He had emptied his balls into her cunt, shooting off an enormous load of steaming cum, as I later learned, and she was already contemplating having his prick in her mouth. Once her restraint had been broken down, it went with a totality which you would have to see to believe: it was as though all the pent-up fantasies and suppressed desires she had been accumulating over the years came tumbling out all at once. I really believe that it would have taken a small army of men to have satisfied all her lusts that day, though the trio available were to perform near-miraculous feats of sensual prowess in attempting to give her all the action she wanted.
She whispered something to Benny and he grinned, then moved out from between her thighs and up her lithe, beautiful young body. I sucked in a quick breath of air when I saw him approaching her mouth with that beautifully oiled cock of his; I could almost taste it myself as he brought it closer to her full, red Ups. She put both hands between her thighs and heaved upward against them as her mouth made contact with the prick which had just fucked her so warmly. There was not even the slightest sign of hesitation as she began sucking his wet, spermy prick; I could hardly keep from crying out my own congratulations at the alacrity with which she accepted that utterly sensual morsel.
Her example put a new fire into my body and I turned my attention back to my own pair of highly aroused studs. Simply being in me had excited them to a very high degree and they were extremely ready to continue what they had begun. I squirmed about deliciously, entranced with the way even the slightest motion of my body made the big cocks dance about inside my body. Sandwiched between those sturdy, highly virile youths was without any doubt the most exciting thing I had ever experienced in my life.
"Mmmm, work it in easy!" I told them. "God, you're both so fucking big. I can't believe how big your cocks are! Agghhh, they're fucking me to death!"
My sudden renewal of my body's sensual motions provoked them into stronger displays of their own. Soon they were both pummeling my body and thrusting their cocks into me in ways that made my brain reel with erotic stimulation. Mack, having to support all my weight on his chest and belly, found himself considerably hampered and could not drive his prick in and out my asshole with all the freedom he would have liked, though even the slightest movement of his stiff, hot tool was enough to send shivers of sensual agony coursing through my midsection. My asshole was so sensitive I could feel every undulation in the surface of his cock and as the passion-warmed rod slipped deeper, prying the bowel apart, I knew that my body was preparing itself for an upheaval of the most dramatic sort.
Jeff had much more freedom, of course, and availed himself of it with a directness which took my breath away. As I have said, Mack's prick was inadvertently pressing the walls of my cunt closer together and making me much more sensitive in that ultra-tender region. My vast, powerful excitement aided too and when Jeff started forcing the head of his prick, so big and gorged with hot blood-lust, deeper into my flesh I could not restrain myself. It seemed that a huge bar of steel, white-hot from a blast furnace, was being shoved into my body. Every thrust of his hips increased the pressure within my loins and made my strained, enlarged clitoris pound even more fervently. I threw my arms about him and held him closely to me so that I could rub my lust-stiffened nipples into his chest, then fixed my heels into the hollows behind his knees. I did not worry about crushing Mack; it was as though I instinctively knew that he could survive, so long as he still managed to work more and more of his cock into my asshole.
"OOOOOHH! OH, HOW YOU'RE FUCKING ME!" I whimpered, writhing about in semi-delirious joy as they pressed their pricks deeper into my throbbing body. "Mmmm, you're killing me with cock! I'll never be the same after this; I'll never be able to fuck again! Annngghh-owwww! Aiieeeee!"
Carol, meanwhile, had completed sucking Benny and was now watching me with hot, passionate eyes. She found the sight extremely stimulating and continued working her fingers into her hot, cum-spattered pussy; she had already spread most of Benny's load over the outer surfaces of that delectable slit and was now intent upon bringing herself off once more. She worked both index fingers into the taut, well-exercised rim of her cunt and began rocking to and fro, fucking herself against her fingers and licking her lips with anticipation as she watched Jeff and Mack thrust into me again and again.
Suddenly Benny found his loins again flaming with desire. He moved closer to the girl and touched the head of his prick to her hip, moving it across that silky-smooth, lusciously curved mound. She jerked ferociously, as though a burning brand had been touched to her naked flesh, and then leaped up into a kneeling position. She kept her eyes locked upon us as she brought her knees under her trim, beautiful body and lifted her ass high.
"Ohhh, fuck me again!" she whimpered. "Fuck me from the rear; fuck me like a bitch in heat! Mmmm, I want it again and again! Ooohh, fuck my cunt and make me cum again!"
She could not have divined Benny's innermost desire more perfectly. Even though he had shot off with virile power only a few minutes before, her depraved sucking of his wet, hot prick had revived him somewhat and the sight of me taking both Mack and Jeff at once had further renewed his balls' vigor. He got into place behind her and fumbled with his cock before managing to get its big, purple head jammed between the lips of her pussy. I could see her face very clearly and marked the expression of utter sexual abandon which she adopted when she felt her hole again being dilated by that immense fucking instrument. She formed a silent, ultra-expressive "ohhh!" with her lips, closed her eyes and shuddered before wilting upon the rumpled blanket, bending forward to rest her weight upon her cheek and shoulders; she brought her hands up and began caressing her perfectly formed breasts. Evidently the thrill of having Benny's cock in her cunt once more was so ravishingly intense that she could not even watch me being fucked to within an inch of my life.
Neither Mack nor Jeff was in any big hurry to cum again; they had both had extremely violent climaxes only a short time before and, while they were very eager to begin fucking again, they were not so eager but what they could not go on for a long time without cuming. This meant that I was being fucked by a pair of virile, horny young animals who could push and thrust and grind away without having to worry about controlling their own rate of emotional excitement. They knew this and, since both enjoyed making me cum, devoted themselves to that end with an amazing dedication.
I could feel my belly knotting up in the old, familiar way, the inevitable signal of an approaching storm of lusty approval, and then it hit me with a quickness which I could not believe. One moment I was enjoying their fucking movements and the next I was beset with a cum which rocked me from head to toe, rolling through my womb, my cunt and my asshole and infecting all of my body with frantic, delirious throbs of sensual wonder. I fucked back at them and made it even better, but then another orgasm burst within my loins, one which sent its intoxicating fumes upward into my brain and released every bit of my sexual joy in a way that turned me into a shuddering mass of orgiastic flesh.
That orgasm unleashed a chain reaction of sensual beauty from deep within my cunt and asshole, a veritable rolling thunder of orgasmic throbs that pounded harder and harder until I was barely conscious of my surroundings. As my body went wild with sensual grandeur, the cum-fever gradually spread to my partners and they, too, began fucking more purposefully. They did not bother to coordinate their thrusts; they simply fucked themselves into a frenzy of lust. I could sense their growing passion and welcomed it, though by that time I was so far gone in my own erotic rapture that I could not do much to help them along. This was no handicap: fully possessed by their own sensual demons, they were content to use my body in the most direct, brutal way. Finally I felt Mack's prick begin spurting again; the jets of cream, hot and thick, rocketed into my asshole and made my body ache with joy. Jeff soon caught the orgasmic fever too, and when his massive, body-rending spike began belching out a thick fog of slippery, superheated love cream I knew that the ultimate moment had arrived.
I was so weak with lusty pleasure that I could do no more than lay there as their balls erupted and pulsed out those incredibly stirring bursts of hot cum. The pair fucked away, stimulating themselves by the friction of fucking, and finally fell back in a limp, dazed condition. They, too, had felt the stirrings of absolute sensuality and knew that they had been engaged in a very special kind of sexual act. Jeff lay on me for a moment, heaving and gasping for breath, and then pulled himself off with a sigh of relief. I toppled off Mack, paying no attention as his prick slipped out of my asshole, and lay there weakly and could not even move to catch the flood of cum which began pouring out of my cunt and asshole.
Carol was cuming again when I looked over at her. Benny had grasped her trim hips to steady her as he launched the final series of bull-like thrusts into her slippery cunt and threw his head back in an expression of exultant masculinity as he began to cum. The girl whimpered weakly when she felt his prick again spit forth a load of hot cream but she had been so pressed by her own erotic excesses that she could manage no more than a few halfhearted twitches of her hips as he emptied his balls.
Once Carol and Benny had separated their loins and stretched out beside us, we lapsed into a kind of sensual fog. No one had any heart for further excitement just then; all three of the boys had actually lost their erections, as I determined by raising up on an elbow for a moment to check. Their cocks lay limply across their bellies, still enlarged but very obviously devoid of that hot, throbbing stiffness which would be a prerequisite for further action. I did not worry about that, since I knew that a short rest would bring them around.
"I wouldn't have believed that I could cum like that!" Carol murmured after a time. "It just went on and on and on till I thought it wouldn't ever stop!"
"That's the way it is when you're really turned on," I told her. "But I think you'll find that you're going to like it a lot better with Jeff when you get it on with him again!"
"I know I will," she agreed. "Mmmm, I can't wait to let him fuck me in the ass; I just know that's going to be the greatest thing that ever happened to me!"