Most of us lead two lives-real and fantasy. The housewife imagines herself leading a life of luxury, surrounded by jewels and furs. The businessman imagines himself away from the rat race, painting or fishing by a quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of becoming a famous athlete. And then there are sexual fantasies-wild dreams that we seldom expect to come true.
Is it best to suppress our desires and fantasies, or to bring them out in the open and act on them? Does their repression lead to sickness, or does their fulfillment bring shame? No one has yet been able to answer these questions satisfactorily.
In this story the characters have decided not to repress their sexual desires and fantasies - and for some of them they must suffer the consequences, while others find ultimate happiness.
MOM WAS BEST - a story that deals with a sexual dilemma that confronts us all in one form or another. We cannot pass judgment on the solutions of others. We can only look at them with an open mind, seeing how some members of our society face the problem.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
His huge cock stood out of his loins like a billy club, throbbing warmly with its engorgement of blood. Hank Sealy, a tow-headed, eighteen-year-old high school football star, lay naked on his bed in his room upstairs. His massive prick oozed cum onto his fingers. He was beating his meat, thinking about his mother's cunt.
He knew what she was doing down there, he thought cynically. His mother was with his friend Mike, whom he'd invited to dinner earlier that night. She was showing him pictures from the family album! What a joke that was!
At eleven at night? Why did his mother have to wait until her children had gone to bed to show a bunch of dull snapshots to a boy she hardly knew? Hank knew she was planning to fuck him. Hadn't she practically been drooling all over him the second he'd come through the door? Hank had already lost count of his high school friends his mother had fucked.
A sound from downstairs disturbed him. Still holding his hard-on in his fist, Hank leaned over the side of the bed and turned his ear towards the floorboards. There was a sigh, followed by a gasp of exclamation. Triumphantly, falling back onto the sheets, Hank, stroked his enormous, cum-logged prick harder than ever.
Yeah, she was going to fuck him all right, just as she had fucked so many of his friends. His dad had been dead less than a month before Hank was convinced his mother had turned into the town slut, with a noted preference for teenage boys. Boys young enough to be her son. Now the groan that came through the floor was louder and unmistakably his mother's. Hank grimaced and flogged his stone-hard prick, watching milky cum ooze from the slit in the fat, bulbous cockhead. He could hear them clearly now, and he'd keep jacking off as long as his mother fucked. The worse part wasn't knowing that she was a whore. It was how badly he wanted to fuck her himself.
Downstairs, Irene Sealy turned a page of the family album.
"Now this is another one of our honeymoon pictures," she said. She wiggled her ass closer to Mike on the living room couch and smiled at him Mike secretively. "We were at Niagara Falls. I always liked the way I looked in this one. Don't you agree?"
"I sure do, Mrs. Sealy!" Mike exclaimed. Hank's tall, long-haired, lanky friend squirmed next to her and looked at her with innocent adoration. "You were a really foxy lady, if you want to know the truth."
"Why, thank you, Mike!" Irene said, pretending surprise and moving even closer to him on the couch. "What a wonderful thing to say!"
Smiling affectionately, Irene returned to her narrative concerning the picture album resting across their laps. But even as she spoke it was difficult to restrain herself from glancing at the boy's thick cock through his pants. Irene's pussy was burning. She was dying for a fuck.
If she had known what her son Hank thought of her, which she didn't, she would have had to admit that all his suspicions were true. Irene had been incredibly horny since her husband's death a year earlier, and she had shown an immediate preference for youths young enough to be her son.
Mike had been no exception. As soon as Hank had brought him home for dinner, Irene had known she'd have to feel his stiff teenage prick thrusting into her pussy. It had been difficult to keep him so late, when he'd only intended to stay an hour, but she managed somehow.
Irene thought her children were too innocent to guess what she was doing, but she couldn't have stopped herself even if she'd been aware of Hank's thoughts. Her cunt had started juicing while she'd been serving the casserole, just thinking about the bulge of Mike's cock in his jeans. Now it was nearly midnight, and she was only minutes away from what she hoped would be this handsome teenager's first fuck.
And she knew he wanted her too. Irene was thirty-seven, but her short, brown hair was unstreaked with gray, and her lovely face was smooth and unlined. And her body was still incredibly, mouthwateringly stacked.
How many times that night had she caught young Mike looking at her long, shapely thighs and plump little ass, amply revealed in the clinging black dress she'd decided, with seeming innocence, to wear at dinner?
And her tits. The best part of Irene's body were her enormous, firm tits with fat nipples that protruded through even the strongest-supporting brassieres. Boys his age always seemed to have a thing for big tits, she reflected, and Irene's were as big as they came.
"How about this one, Mrs. Sealy," Mike said, pointing at a photograph. "You sure do look happy here."
The photo showed an eighteen-year-old Irene standing in a bathrobe in front of a door, hugging herself and smiling ecstatically. Irene recognized the shot and giggled mischievously. She remembered the picture well, and she remembered the smile, and she realized that the perfect way to seduce Mike would be to explain its significance.
"That was taken in Buffalo, New York," Irene replied. "We stayed at a motel there before going to Niagara Falls. It was the morning after my wedding night. Now do you understand why I looked so happy?"
Mike looked at her curiously. Chuckling, Irene moved even closer and let her fingers slide up his thigh before again laying her hand across the photo album.
"That was the first night my husband made love to me, Mike. Now do you understand?" Irene sighed and stared wistfully at the ceiling. "I'd been a virgin until then. I'd never even played with my pussy before that, let alone felt a man's big cock going inside me. I couldn't get enough after that, of course. Honestly, I think he fucked me ten times a day."
Irene shrugged her shoulders, making the cleavage of her enormous tits jiggle spongily in the low-cut dress. She smiled at Mike ingenuously. A hot blush spread through the teenager's cheeks, accompanied by a swelling of his cock in his pants.
Hornily, Irene stared down at the tenting lump in his jeans. "Why, Michael, it looks like you're getting a nice hard-on. Don't tell me I've turned you on."
Mike glanced fearfully at Hank's bedroom door up the stairs and squirmed away from her on the couch. "Uh, it's getting pretty late, Mrs. Sealy. I mean, my mom was expecting me a couple of hours ago. I got practice tomorrow. I was supposed to be in bed at ten, and here it is eleven already, and, you know .�"
Still stammering, Mike handed the album to Irene and rose unsteadily to his feet. Irene's smile only broadened. The front of his pants was completely uncovered now, and she could see that his prick was both very large and very stiff. It thrust down the inside of his pants leg, twitching and jerking with excitement. Young Mike was obviously much more aroused than he was willing to admit.
"I didn't mean to embarrass you, Michael. I'm glad I made you horny." Giggling, Irene raised her arms and squeezed his bulging cock through his jeans. "Mmmm, your cock feels so nice and stiff. I haven't felt a hard-on like this since my hubby passed away."
Mike shuddered and did nothing to pull away from her. Skillfully, anxiously, Irene unzipped his pants and pulled them down his thighs with his cum-stained boxer shorts, revealing the bloated cockshaft of his throbbing prick.
"Mmmm, Michael! Your cock is so big!" Irene wrapped her fingers around the steely, pink cockshaft and stroked it firmly but tenderly, smiling as she watched the cum slit open to let several drops of jism ooze onto the purplish, shiny-skinned knob. "And it's so stiff, too. You need some relief. Wouldn't you like old Mrs. Sealy to give you a nice, juicy blow job?"
"N-n-no, Mrs. Sealy," Mike whimpered, again glancing fearfully up the stairs. "I mean, Christ, you're my best friend's mother. We're gonna get in trouble."
Ignoring him, Irene clasped her hands around his firm, hairless ass cheeks and drew the boy toward her as she sat on the couch until his spongy cockhead twitched against her chin. Then she began to kiss wet, tantalizing circles around the knob of his prick, giggling as the pressure of her lips and tongue made his cock twitch anxiously for relief.
"Does that feel nice, Michael?" she purred. "Wouldn't you like me to suck your prick for you now? That feels even better."
Mike only groaned. Opening her mouth wide, Irene took the first several inches of his long, slender cock down her throat. A contented gurgle came out of her throat as she felt the heart-shaped crown of his prick thrusting onto the roof of her mouth. His oozing jism was delicious. She could hardly wait to gulp down the hot squirts of his cum.
Withdrawing one hand from his hard ass cheeks, Irene wrapped her fist tightly around the blue-veined base of his cock. Her lips compressed in a tight, sucking circle around his cockshaft. Then she feverishly started sucking his prick, laving her tongue repeatedly around the head.
"Ungghhh! Mrs. Sealy! Oh God, oh fuck it . ungghhh!" A lewd grimace distorted the teenager's boyish expression as his cock succumbed to the wanton pleasure of the blow job. He relaxed as his big prick swelled stiffer in her buttery throat, and thrust his fingers in her short, brown hair. "You're getting me horny, Mrs. Sealy! Unh! Oh fuck, that's so good! Suck my cock harder! Make me cum!"
Whimpering as her pussy burned and juiced with excitement, Irene slurped noisily on Mike's twitching cock. Her little fist began to pump up and down on his bursting hard-on, stroking the loose flesh, beating his cockmeat into her mouth. Wet, gurgling, smacking sounds filled the living room as she hungrily sucked.
"I'm gonna cum, Mrs. Sealy!" Mike gasped. His balls throbbed, tightening at the root of his prick as the twin globes prepared to shoot their load of jism down the housewife's hot throat. Mike held the back of her head and frantically jerked his hips, fucking her face with his iron-hard cock.
"Suck it harder, Mrs. Sealy!" he pleaded obscenely. "Oh fuck it, my prick's never been this stiff before! You gotta keep sucking it! You're making me shoot!"
Irene could tell by the extreme stiffness of his cock that he was close to cumming, and she was sure the high school cheerleaders he'd dated had never sucked him off like this. She wanted to give her son's friend the best blow job of his life.
Shamelessly her free hand dropped between her legs under her dress; as she sucked his prick she rubbed her pussy furiously through her panties. Then Irene started sucking harder than ever, until her cheeks were flushed with the driven intensity of the blow job.
Her pursed lips moved farther down his pink cockshaft, until she had nearly half of his jerking, pulsing hard-on inside her wetly clinging throat. Irene panted through her nostrils and began to pucker and bellow her cheeks, rhythmically jacking him off and increasing the suction around his burning cock.
"Unghhh!" Mike's cock twitched violently as his balls prepared to spurt. "Oh Christ, I can feel it now! Suck my cock, oh yes, oh fuck . ahhhhhhh .�"
At the last minute, Irene pulled his swollen cock out of her mouth. She grabbed the long cockshaft in both hands and wantonly jacked him off as hard as she could, staring intently at the cum slit. As anxious as she was to drink his jism, she was even more eager to watch the hot cream spurt from the tip of his cock.
It came, in gushers. Mike groaned as the torrent of jism flooded out of his cockhead, emptying his balls of their load like a hydraulic pump. White jism rained onto Irene's face, splashing luridly onto her cheeks and chin and hair.
Still she had to have more. Holding the still-gushing cock tightly in her fist, Irene popped the knob back into her mouth. Then she sucked his cock harder than ever, groaning with satisfaction as the last spurts of cum flooded deliciously down her gulping throat.
For nearly a minute she continued to suck his cock, lovingly nursing the last drops of salty cum from the hairy, wrinkled sac of his nuts. Then she reluctantly let his prick slide from her lips.
Mike sighed and looked down at her in a daze. His prick was still stone-hard, rising like a battering ram out of the curly bed of his prick hairs. One of the best things about fucking teenagers, Irene reflected hotly, was that it took a long time for their hard-ons to soften after a good cum.
"I can't believe you just did that to me, Mrs. Sealy," he whispered breathlessly. "I mean, I've been with other chicks, but none of them ever made me cum like that!"
Irene giggled. "That was just the warm-up, darling. I'm horny too. Now don't you want to fuck me?"
Mike glanced at his ravaged cock, obviously wondering if he could retain his hard-on after such a ball-racking cum. Smiling knowingly, Irene reached behind her back and unzipped her dress to the waist. She was still confident of the cock-raising voluptuousness of her incredibly stacked body. The sight of her tits alone could keep any man turned on.
Mike looked down at her silently, slack-jawed as he watched the older woman undress. With the dress bunched around her hips as she sat, Irene reached behind her for the clasp of her bra. Then the lacy white D-cup fluttered to the floor, leaving her naked from the waist up.
Her tits were huge, like spongy, creamy-white, harvest-time melons rising from her chest. The nipples were shell-pink and as large as silver dollars, capped by protruding, rubbery tips that were now stiff with excitement. Irene smiled and wiggled her shoulders, making her enormous tits jiggle and sway salaciously.
Mike's Adam's apple moved noticeably in his throat as he stared at the older woman's luscious tits. Instantly his half-softened prick swelled with fresh blood, again standing stiff and straight out of his cock hairs.
Kicking off her high-heeled shoes, Irene lifted her ass from the couch in order to wiggle the dress over the rounded, peach-shaped cheeks. Finally she pulled off her hose and panties, leaving herself completely naked.
Her pussy mound was soft and thickly-furred, framing the swollen, pouting lips of her cunt slit. Irene pushed her ass into a comfortable position and splayed her long legs wide, planting her heels onto the edge of the couch, spread-eagling the curly-haired lips of her juicy cunt.
"Your prick is stiff again, lover," she purred. "Do you see something you want?"
Mike only groaned and sat beside her on the couch. Slipping his hand between her spread, slender thighs, he cupped her steaming pussy in his fingers. Then he bent his head and wrapped his lips tightly around her fat nipple, sucking it as hungrily as a nursing baby.
"Unhhh, that's good!" Irene gasped. "Suck it, lover! Oooh, you're making me hot!" Grabbing his wrist, she drew his fingers between the gushing lips of her moistened cunt. "Finger me now, Michael! Play with my pussy!"
Chewing and drooling on her stiff, pink nipple, Mike slid a finger into the burning wetness of her fuck hole. The boy groaned as he realized how tight her pussy was, as he felt the slippery sheath contract around his finger. Swiftly he moved it in and out, fingerfucking her juicing cunt.
"Unh unh unh .�" Biting her lip, Irene grimaced and shook her head back and forth as the adulterous pleasure built in the sopping depths of her pussy. "Harder!" She began to bounce her plump little ass cheeks needfully off the couch cushion, fucking her cunt all over his hand. "You're making me horny, lover! Oh please, suck my cunt!"
Pursing his lips to deliver a last, tantalizing suck to her swollen nipple, Mike withdrew her tit from his mouth and slid down her body. Burying two fingers in her curly-haired cunt, he planted wet kisses on her hips, thighs and slender waist, pausing to thrust his tongue teasingly into her navel.
Irene shuddered and bucked her ass more energetically than ever, humping so furiously that Mike could barely keep his fingers inside her dripping cunt. Finally the teenage boy knelt on the floor in front of the couch and buried his head between her spread, sweating thighs.
His hands thrust under her legs and dug into her ass cheeks, holding her humping ass in position. Mike sighed as he glued his lips to the fur-fringed slit of her pussy. Eagerly he started sucking, laving his tongue up and down the pouting, swollen lips.
"Ungghhhh!" Irene winced as she felt the pressure of his tongue on her aching pussy, as her clit stiffened and rose with wanton lust. "Suck me now!" She grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face onto her wet bush. "Ummm yes, make me cum too! Oh, you fucker, suck me, I want to cummmmm!"
In spite of his youth and inexperience, Mike was a natural cunt sucker. His lips caressed the flowering folds of her slit as his tongue thrust deeply into her fuck tunnel, making Irene buck and whine every time he brushed her clit.
Mike withdrew his hands from her ass cheeks, realizing that it was impossible to restrain her frenzied humping and bucking. Sliding his fingers up her creamy thighs, he again buried two fingers into the enveloping heat of her pussy. Then he began to jack off her cunt as he sucked it, moving his lips closer and closer to the rigid bud of her clit.
Delicious, pulsing waves of pleasure coursed through Irene's luscious nakedness, swelling her mammoth tits, making her skin tingle and flush. Even her rubbery little asshole puckered in and out, in time with the waves of ecstasy shooting through her drenched pussy.
"Getting off now!" she shouted. Twisting her head and grimacing, she pulled Mike's shaggy hair and arched her ass hard off the couch. Then she pistoned her jiggling ass cheeks like a dog in heat, frantically fucking her cunt all over his face. "Unh! Oh shit, Michael! Unggghhhh! Cumming now! Awww suck me, suck my pussy! Unh unh unh cuuummmiiinnnggg!"
Irene groaned loudly as the sweet spasms gushed through her throbbing cunt, smearing the boy's lips and cheeks with her gushing fuck cream. Mike kept his mouth on her pussy and hungrily sucked out all of her juice, swiping his tongue gently back and forth on her twitching clit.
When it was over, Irene fell back with a gasp and lay panting and naked on the couch, savoring the tingling sensations that always pleasured her body after a good cum. When she looked at Mike she had to giggle; his face was shiny and wet with her fuck juices, and even his hair was matted with the juices that had oozed from her cumming cunt.
Then Irene saw his prick. The long, slender cockshaft was even stiffer than it had been while she'd been sucking it. Fresh wetness flowed through her pussy as she stared at the boy's pulsing cock. She had to feel that lovely prick pushing into her cunt.
"Ummm, lover, you've still got a hard-on!" Smiling, Irene slid her hand between her thighs and shamelessly fingered her pussy inches away from his face. "Don't you want to stick that big cock where it belongs?"
Groaning, too horny to speak, Mike rose to his feet. His big cock twitched straight before him with a painful hardness; Irene knew he wouldn't be able to fuck her for more than a few minutes before shooting his wad in the buttery tightness of her pussy.
Wiggling her ass to the edge of the couch, Irene spread and raised her long legs until her knees touched her shoulders. Her pussy was wide-open now, so that Mike could see into the dripping, dark-haired cunt.
"Fuck me, lover," she hissed. "Go ahead and ram it into me! I want all of your cock!"
Mike crouched over the couch, planting his hands for support onto the cushions on either side of her shoulders. The seat was high, several feet off the floor. He would not have to bend over far to get his cock inside her.
"Stick it in me, Michael!" Irene pleaded. Anxiously she looked at his blue-veined prick, impatiently watching the bloated cockhead pulse against her pussy mound. "Oh please, don't tease me like this! Just ram it into my pussy and start fucking me, as hard as you can!"
Mike twisted his hips, angling his cock until he managed to fit the cum-drooling cockhead between the pouting lips of her small cunt. Irene shuddered hard as she felt the first touch of his cock an her pussy. Then the teenage boy started pushing downwards, and the shudder turned into a groan as she felt the meaty inches of his cock boring into her cunt.
It was a thicker cock than she'd guessed it to be; she could feel the fat shaft stretching her pussy tunnel as he buried his prick to the hilt. Unbearably anxious, Irene started humping her ass before he had half of his cock inside her, rhythmically thrusting her cunt onto the satisfying, invading shaft of his long prick.
"Fuck me, lover!" she panted. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she started to buck her ass as hard as she could. "Ungghhh! Oh yes, you've got a big cock! It feels so good inside me! Fuck me with it! Awwwww, make me cum!"
Mike pushed his cock in slowly, wincing as he felt her strong pussy muscles sucking wetly around the bloated hardness of his prick. His cock was so stiff that he was afraid he would blow his wad before he ever had a chance to fuck her. It was almost a minute before he felt ready to slide his cock all the way into her cunt.
Then he paused for several seconds, looking down at her hairy pussy bush, sighing as he saw his blood-logged cock captured by the clinging slit of her pussy. Irene whimpered and continued to frantically buck her ass. Slowly Mike pulled back, withdrawing his swollen cock until only the heart-shaped knob parted her burning fuck slit.
"Fuck meeee!" Irene shouted. She clawed his shoulders and scissored her ankles needfully around his back, trying to pull his delicious cock back inside her. "Don't torture me like this! I've got to get off! Fuck my cunt!"
Mike's cum-gorged balls slapped the crack of her humping ass as he thrust his hips forward, again slamming his cock to the hilt into the juicy heat of her pussy. Then he started fucking her, biting his lip as he struggled to suppress his cum, rhythmically pumping his long cock in and out of her cunt.
"Unggghhhh!" Irene smiled wantonly and shook her head back and forth in helpless pleasure, as her pussy throbbed to the familiar in-out thrusts of a man's hard cock into her cunt. Now she lifted her ass to meet his rhythm, pushing her pussy onto his cock every time he rammed it into her pussy. "That's right . now you're fucking me . oh God, love your cock so much!"
"You're so tight," Mike panted. Harder and faster he reamed out her pussy, obviously surprised that a woman old enough to be his mother could have such a wet, clinging cunt. "Oh Jesus, Mrs. Sealy! My prick is so stiff! I can't hold my rocks much longer!"
"Keep fucking meeeee!" Irene squealed. Her cries of ecstasy were nearly loud enough to wake up the neighbors, but she was oblivious to everything, even her children sleeping upstairs, thinking now only of each jarring thrust of her young lover's cock filling her cunt deeper with every stroke.
Grunting, Mike dug his fingers into her shoulders and held them for support. Then he started fucking her as hard as he could, hammering his throbbing hard-on into her cunt so savagely that the couch skittered on the floor with the driven fury of their humping.
"Awww, Michael!" Irene shrieked. She writhed deliriously as he fucked her, moaning as her huge tits shook and swayed and bounced on her chest. "That's right, now you're doing it! Harder, lover, you're making me cum!"
Dropping his hands, Mike wrapped his fingers around her enormous tits. Lustfully he squeezed them, feeling the nipples stiffen as they rubbed on his palms. Irene gasped and humped her ass harder than ever. Already she could feel the tingling heat building in her belly as her pussy prepared to cream.
"I'm cumming now, Michael!" she shouted. Arching her ass nearly a foot off the cum-stained couch cushion, she twined her legs as tightly as possible around his mid-section, to force him to keep all of his prick buried in her hairy pussy. "Unhhh! I feel it now! Oh fuck, oh shit, cuuummiiinnnggg, it's so good, unggghhhhh cuuummmiiinnnggg!"
Furiously the sweet spasms ravaged Irene's cock-filled pussy, stiffening her clit to the bursting point, making her asshole throb and her nipples ache, forcing her cunt muscles to contract convulsively around Mike's cock. Mike couldn't take the pressure on his rock-hard prick. His prick rapidly swelled to total stiffness inside her gurgling fuck hole, and his balls ached with their load of jism.
"Ahhhhh, Mrs. Sealy! Ahhhhh .�"
Mike fell between her wide-spread thighs, slamming his cock into her pussy as far as it would go. Salty droplets of jism flooded from his cockhead, splashing the inner walls of her pussy in a torrent of cum.
It was an even bigger cum than his first had been, the kind of load Irene knew could only be delivered by a constantly horny teenage boy. Again and again the viscous jism shot and spurted from the tip of his prick, emptying his balls of their load. Irene felt his jism filling her pussy, dripping out of her hairy pussy and puddling obscenely on the couch.
Mike grunted and continued to fuck her, even after his cock began to wilt inside her cunt. Irene wrapped her legs around his waist and tightened her pussy muscles, hoping to milk another hard-on from his prick.
She knew that Mike would probably tell his friends about her the next day in school, and she knew that hordes of teenage boys would probably be bothering her for a cheap fuck for months to come. Irene didn't care. If anything, she looked forward to it. She would fuck all of them, she thought; there was nothing that could satisfy her lust for teenage boys.
She'd tried to be good for a short time after her husband's death, but it had been impossible. All Irene cared about was fucking and fucking and more fucking. So she eagerly continued to rock her ass off the couch, unmindful of everything except Mike's prick, certainly too distracted to notice the soft click of a door shutting upstairs.
Chapter Two
Hank couldn't take it. Hanging a rope out his bedroom window, securing one end to the foot of his bed, he climbed stealthily down to the gravel pathway beside his house. Even after jacking off twice in a row, his big prick was still unbearably hard. He had to have some cunt tonight.
Sneaking out of his room to the top of the stairs, crouching there, watching his mother fucking his friend Mike, watching her plump little ass hammer off the couch as he fed his cock into her pussy . what he'd seen while spying on them had nearly driven him mad. Never before had he guessed his mother had such a slim, voluptuous body. All he could think about was filling her pussy with his own prick.
He had to relieve himself. Naked except for his jockey shorts, shivering in the cold, Hank straddled the fence and headed across the garden to the back door of the house next door. It was the Hennessy home, peopled by local components of the all-American family. Hank was confident that Mrs. Hennessy would be more than willing to welcome his aching cock into her cunt.
He'd fucked her before, of course, just as he'd fucked many of the horny, lonely housewives in his neighborhood. Recently he'd tried to cut down on the habit as he put it to himself, restricting himself to the fucking of eager girls closer to his own age. But there weren't any girls available at nearly one in the morning, and Hank knew Mrs. Hennessy would serve well in their stead.
Opening the back door with the key he knew she hid under the geranium pot, Hank entered their house. All he heard was the wind, punctuated by the occasional sigh of one of the children sleeping downstairs. Cautiously, afraid only of waking her husband, Hank crept up the stairs and pushed open the door of the master bedroom.
Husband and wife lay side by side under the covers on a king-size mattress, sound asleep, in a room illuminated only by the moonlight piercing through the drapes. Gilda Hennessy, a pretty, shapely, but inconspicuous-looking woman in her late twenties, lay on the side nearest the window.
Hank felt a stab of lust and pity as he studied her sleeping form. Endowed with a much higher than average need for fucking, her desires had only been made worse by a bad marriage to an indifferent man who threatened to beat her whenever she mentioned divorce. Hank had fucked her for a week over a year ago, a time she had readily admitted was the happiest of her life.
Then this was her lucky night, Hank thought. On tiptoes he crossed the rug, moved around the bed and knelt on the floor beside her. Gently he shook her shoulder, hoping to waken her without disturbing her husband.
"Mmmm?" Gilda murmured sleepily. "Whassat?"
"It's me, honey. Hank."
"Hank?!" Gilda opened her eyes wide and stared at him in shock. For over a year they'd exchanged only the usual pleasantries over the back fence in passing, afraid of making either her husband or his mother suspicious. "Hank, good God!" Nervously she glanced at her sleeping husband. "What do you think you're doing up here?"
Hank chuckled. "I guess I got horny."
"Hank, you get out of here!" Gilda whispered. "You know I'll fuck you any time you want! What if you wake up my husband?"
"Aw, he's a sound sleeper. Besides, I want to fuck you now."
"Hank, what's gotten into you? You must be out of your .�"
Hank cut off her words by slipping his hand under the sheets and touching her body. Gilda was practically naked, wearing only an ass-length nightie that was now rumpled around her waist and completely exposed her pussy.
Gilda sighed in spite of herself. So did Hank, sliding his fingers up her soft, firm thigh, patting the rounded cheeks of her ass. Then he pushed through her fleecy cunt curls and fondled the dry but rapidly moistening slit of her pussy.
"Oh Hank, please don't do this to me," she moaned. "My husband . he's right here . he'd beat me to within an inch of my life if he caught us."
"Aw, he sleeps like a log. You told me so yourself. Come on, Gilda. All I want to do is fingerfuck you a little. I promise I'll stop if we make too much noise."
Gilda didn't believe this any more than Hank did, but she was too horny to think. Whimpering resignedly, she raised her leg as she lay on her side so he could have free access to the hairy mouth of her cunt.
"Oh Hank, you bastard," she whispered. "Why'd you have to come see me now?"
Chuckling, Hank moved his finger up her thigh under the covers until it touched her curly pussy hairs. Gilda shuddered as she felt it slide into the reeking wetness of her fuck hole, separating her pussy walls as he pushed it to the knuckle in her hungry cunt.
"Oh Hank, oh you fucker . oh God .�"
Carefully Hank slid off the sheet with his free hand, so he could see her body. Gilda's tits weren't nearly as large as his mother's, but they were still quite big, and the sight of her stiff nipples through the nightie made his prick ache and pulse in his shorts.
Hank began to move his finger in and out of her already sopping cunt, steadily jacking her off. His other hand closed around her large, full tit and milked it tenderly through the nightie.
"Unhhhh!" Gilda shot a quick look at her husband over her shoulder, then squeezed Hank's wrist and began to lightly rock her ass, thrusting her pussy onto his finger. "That feels so good," she whispered. "Do it harder, oh please, you're making my cunt so hot!"
"I can't do it real hard, Gilda. Unless you get off the bed."
Unable to help herself, Gilda slid off the mattress into Hank's arms. Wantonly they kissed on the floor beside her sleeping husband, needfully thrusting their tongues into each other's mouths. Hank kept his finger buried in her dripping, clinging fuck hole. Anxiously Gilda thrust her hand in his underwear and squeezed his big, rock-hard prick.
"I'd forgotten what a huge cock you've got. Oh Hank, it's so hard, too. You make me so horny. You're so much bigger than my husband."
"The bathroom, Gilda. Let's go down there."
Rising to their feet, the two adulterous lovers crept out of the bedroom and moved down the hall. Gilda opened the door and flicked on the light, illuminating an elaborately furnished bathroom. Hank shut the door behind her.
Now that they were in the light he could admire her body through the negligee, and see by her expression how horny she was for his cock. Gilda hadn't even looked at his face yet. She was too busy staring at the jutting lump of his prick.
Putting his hands on her shoulders, Hank coaxed her to her knees on the bathroom floor. Then he slid down his jockey shorts, revealing the massive, throbbing cock she needed so much.
"Suck it, honey," he whispered. "Just to warm you up."
"Oh. Hank!"
Gilda moved her hands up his hairy thighs, cupping and kneading the wrinkled sac of his big balls. She wrapped both hands around his big cock and squeezed it hungrily, whimpering under her breath as several drops of jism drooled onto the fat, rosy knob.
Leaning forward, extending her tongue, the horny housewife licked wet circles around the tip of his cock. Hank groaned and thrust his hands behind her head. Unable to hold off any longer, Gilda opened her mouth wide and took the spongy knob of his cock deep down her throat.
"That's right, Gilda." Hank smiled down at the obscene spectacle of his cock stuffing the older woman's mouth. "Suck it for me now. Make Hank cum."
Flaring her nostrils for air, Gilda immediately began to suck his cock with a wanton intensity, tightly compressing her lips in a wet, suctioning circle around the center of his prick. She'd always been an avid cocksucker, Hank reflected happily. Once she'd told him she could live on the sweet cum she nursed from his beautiful cock.
Now a year had passed since her last meal, and Gilda was doing her shameless best to make up for lost time. Hotly she bobbed her head up and down, fucking her face with his iron-hard cock. Her right hand moved rhythmically along the base of his dick, jerking his prick off into her mouth.
"Unggghhh!" Hank jerked his ass as she slurped and gurgled, thrusting more of his cock into her buttery throat. "Harder, Gilda! Oh fuck, my cock's really growing stiff! Make it cum now! I want you to drink my cum!"
"Ummllpppp," Gilda gurgled. Her cheeks were flushed obscenely with the feverish intensity of the cock-sucking. Panting through her nose, she slobbered all over his prick as she struggled to take all of it into her mouth.
Finally it was all the way in, deep-throated to the hilt in her hot throat. Hank stared in amazement at the housewife's lips, stretched to bursting as they circled the root of his aching cock. Gilda started sucking his fat prick harder than ever and toying with his balls with her fingers.
"I'm gonna cum, Gilda," he said warningly. "You better stop now. I didn't come here just for a blow job."
Gilda needed desperately to be fucked, but at the moment she was even hornier to gulp down Hank's shooting load of cum. Ignoring his request, she puckered her cheeks and sucked his cock as hard as she could, violently trying to coax the jism out of his balls. Hank had to push her several times before she would withdraw his cock from the suctioning pressure of her lips.
"That's enough," he panted. Now his huge cock rose like a crescent out of his prick hairs, covered with Gilda's spit and his drooling cum, so gorged with blood that the knob twitched and slapped against his stomach. "Get on your hands and knees, honey. I'm gonna ram my cock up your pussy where it belongs!"
Whimpering, Gilda moved into the dog-fucking position on the throw rug on the middle of the bathroom floor. Reaching behind her, she grabbed the hem of her nightie and knotted it around her waist. Then she spread her knees far apart, exposing the hairy slit of her wet pussy beneath the soft curves of her creamy ass.
With his prick throbbing before him, Hank knelt on the rug between her spread thighs. Gilda squealed and arched her back. Hank held his meaty cock in his fist and leaned forward, rubbing the rosy crown all over the pouting, swollen lips of her gushing fuck hole.
"Ungghhh, Hank, oh Haaaank!" Immediately Gilda began to buck and hump impatiently, dying to feel his thick cock going inside her. "Fuck me, Hank! Oh shit, I can't wait anymore! I want to feel your cock in my cuuunt!"
The housewife's girlish whimpers brought Hank's lust to the boiling point. Hunching over her, he pushed his cockhead onto her fleecy pussy bush until it entered the hot, slick, wet slit of her cunt.
Gilda squealed and started humping her ass like a bitch in heat. Hank held her hips for support. Then he pushed down and forward, ramming inch after inch of his swollen cock into the tight, clinging sheath of her pussy.
"Ungghhh, Hank!" Gilda cried. She jerked her ass even faster, biting her lip so she wouldn't scream with the pleasure of his hard young cock pushing inside her body. "More, lover, more! Feed me your prick now! Awwwww! Fuck my pussy, fuck it haaaard!"
Gilda had an extremely tight cunt, but her pussy was so wet that Hank was able to ram all of his heavy cock in with one thrust. For several seconds he paused then, with his prick buried to the balls in her sucking hot pussy, savoring the way her cunt muscles contracted around the veined stiffness of his cock.
Slowly, almost painfully, he pulled his twitching prick out of her pussy, stopping with the knob inside her cunt before again slamming its whole length into her belly. Then he started fucking her, thrusting his bloated cock in and out with increased fury, fucking her cunt fast and hard.
Clawing the strands of the throw rug, Gilda pumped her ass to meet every satisfying stroke. Then they were fucking in rhythmic unison, gasping together every time Hank buried his cock to the hilt in her drooling, dripping cunt.
"Making me cum now!" Gilda cried. Grunting, she slammed her pussy up to meet a particularly deep thrust of her lover's cock. "Oh, do it harder, Hank! Ungghhhh! I can feel it, all the way up my pussy! Oh shit, you're making me cum!"
Hank slid his hands under the nightie and wrapped his fingers around her full, swaying tits. Gilda whined as he kneaded the spongy globes, pinching the stiffened nipples in time with the convulsive thrusts of his cock in her pussy. Then Hank felt her cunt tunnel contracting, and she started humping beneath him so feverishly that it was hard to keep his cock inside her.
"Cuummiinnggg!" she squealed. "Awww, fuck me Hank, fuck me harder! Unggghhhh! Oh Jesus, yes! Your cock is so fucking big! Fuck me with it! Unh! Unh! Cuuummiiinnnggg!"
The spasms gushed violently through Gilda's cumming fuck hole, exciting her so much that she nearly passed out from the pleasure ripping through her pussy. Hank felt every clasping contraction as it shot through her cunt.
The sensations were exquisite, and it took all of his self-control not to shoot his wad deep inside Gilda's pussy. But Hank managed to restrain himself, holding his burning cock deep inside her cunt as the cum swept through her body. Then he slid his cock wetly out of her fuck hole, already looking forward to the hole he'd be invading next.
"Aw, Hank, that was so good," Gilda squealed. "My hubby never fucks me like that. It's been so long. But what's wrong with you, lover? Why didn't you cum?"
"I'm planning to, honey," Hank chuckled. "I just didn't want to shoot in your pussy, that's all."
Hank pushed her down until she lay flat on her belly on the rug. Then he separated her plump ass cheeks with his fingers and hunched over her, aiming his twitching cockhead at the pink, puckered ring of her asshole.
"Hank! What are you doing?!"
"I'm gonna fuck your little asshole, sweetheart," Hank said lewdly, centering his spongy knob on the rubbery asshole. "It's been a long time for me too."
Hank grunted and bucked, forcing the rosy crown of his dick into the incredibly tight and hot sheath of her ass tunnel. Gilda squealed fearfully and tried to pull away from him.
"No, don't fuck me there! You know it hurts too much! You'll make me scream, Hank! Your cock's too big for my ass!"
"Aw, be a good girl, Gilda. You know you always dig it once we get rolling."
Gilda knew this, but she was still afraid of the initial pain of Hank's fat cock stretching her asshole. Whimpering, she lay shivering and helpless beneath him, too desperate for his body to refuse his request, waiting for the agony to begin.
Hank's bloated cockhead dripped and oozed jism continually, lubricating her asshole. Grimacing, he adjusted his position on top of her until he knew his throbbing prick would spear straight into her ass. Then he began to hump rhythmically, gradually stuffing inch after inch of his cum-swollen cock into her sucking ass tunnel.
"Ungggghhh!" Gilda moaned. She flushed deeply as she felt the massive hard-on pushing into her, as the narrow walls of her asshole stretched and tore to admit Hank's thick cock. "Aw, you fucker�-�you're hurting me! Take it out! I mean it, I'm just not ready for it tonight!"
"Just be patient, honey."
Hank sighed with over half of his cock inside her, delighted by the constant pressure of her asshole muscles as they milked and kneaded his blue-veined cock. Then, unable to control himself, he began to fuck her savagely, pounding his prick in until the root rested between the jiggling cheeks of her ass.
"Ungghh! You fucker! You're killing me! Take it out! Please, take it out!"
Gilda's expression was contorted obscenely in pain, but Hank was too horny to pay attention. Slowly, carefully, he pulled out his pulsing dock until only the head separated her sucking asshole. Then he rammed it in again, and then, just as before, started fucking her, filling and emptying her ravaged ass tunnel with long, driven strokes of his aching cock.
"Unggghhh!" Gilda shuddered with the sensations of asshole fucking and bit her forearm to repress a scream. "Oh Hank, oh Christ . your big prick . unhhhh .�"
"Do you like it now, Gilda?" Hank asked. He panted and fucked her faster, making her ass cheeks bounce and jiggle with every jarring thrust. "My big prick feels good up your ass, doesn't it? You want me to fuck you harder, don't you?"
"Oh . oh, yessss .�" A soft, helpless groan escaped Gilda's lips. Slowly, almost shamefully, she started humping beneath him, lifting her blushing ass cheeks for more of his driving cock. "You're right, Hank! Oh shit, I love it now! Fuck me harder, lover! Fuck my asshole!"
Grinning triumphantly, Hank started to ream out her asshole as hard as he could. His cock was swollen to the bursting point, and his balls felt like lead. With every thrust, Gilda's tight, hot ass tunnel clung violently to his cockshaft, as if reluctant to let it out of her body. Hank knew he couldn't keep his load of cum much longer.
"Fuck me harder, Hank!" Gilda begged. Completely excited now, she thrust her hand under her body and groped for the moistened curls of her pussy mound. Then she wantonly jacked off her cunt as they fucked, rubbing her swollen clit with her fingers. "Unggghhh! Feels so good, feels so good inside my asshole! You're getting me off, lover! Fuck my asssss!"
Gilda humped her hot ass in a frenzy of lust, tirelessly pumping up her asshole to meet the thrusts of his cock. She flexed her inner muscles, forcing her ass tunnel to clamp with an almost painful pressure around his cock.
Hank moaned as his balls pulsed and throbbed. Wrapping his hands around her tits, he squeezed the swollen globes hard for support. Then he fell on top of her, slamming all of his big cock up her burning asshole as the cum churned deep inside his balls.
"Ahhhhh .�"
Cum shot and gushed madly from his throbbing cockhead, deluging Gilda's stretched asshole with a salty stream of jism. Hank kept fucking her, furiously working his spurting prick in and out of her puckered, rubbery asshole. The load of cum filled her asshole completely, dripping down her shivering ass cheeks and staining the rug with cum.
"Cumming, Hank!" Gilda bucked and humped uncontrollably as the second cum spasms shot through her loins, stiffening her clit under her massaging finger, opening and closing her asshole around Hank's fuck-wilted cock. "Awwunnghh!! Fuck me, you bastard! Unh unh�-�cumming�-�I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg!"
Hank managed to keep his prick half-stiff until the last contractions of cumming had swept through Gilda's pussy and asshole. Then he pulled it out with a lurid popping sound, wiping the slimy knob off on the inside of her thigh.
"When're you coming back again, lover?" Gilda whimpered, looking at him anxiously over her shoulder. "I need someone to fuck me like that every day!"
"When I get horny enough," Hank replied, and realized, shamefully, that he'd been thinking about his mother's pussy in the middle of his cum.
Chapter Three
The boy standing on her doorstep a few days later was a slight, flaxen-haired teenager who glanced nervously in every direction as he waited for her to answer the door. Irene smiled as she studied him out her bedroom window. She could tell by his demeanor that he'd heard about her from Mike, that he'd come in the hope of fucking her.
That was fine with her. Turning from the window, Irene scanned her wardrobe for an appropriately casual but seductive outfit. She'd been horny all day, as usual, and her children wouldn't be home for several hours. This was a perfect time to initiate a horny teenager into the illicit joys of fucking.
"Coming!" Irene shouted, when the doorbell rang again. "I'm dressing! Just a second!"
Thinking quickly, Irene picked a pair of blue jean cut-offs and an old blue cotton shirt from the laundry hamper. The shorts were very tight and high-cut, revealing all of her long, slender legs. She knotted the shirt under her enormous, braless tits, which wiggled like two restless puppies every time she moved.
Irene had to giggle at her reflection in the mirror.
It was an innocuous house-cleaning wardrobe, but the boy would probably cum in his jeans when she opened the door.
"Coming," Irene shouted, when the bell rang a third time. Pausing to give her aching pussy an encouraging rub, she trotted down the hall to the door.
The boy wore jeans and a T-shirt; upon closer inspection, Irene saw he had peach fuzz growing on his cheeks and over his lip. The first thing the boy looked at when she opened the door was her huge, freely-swinging tits.
"Hello there, young man," Irene said huskily. "What can I do for you?"
"I'm . uh . that is . I'm selling magazine subscriptions," the boy stammered, obviously making up his excuse for the visit as he went along. The words were spoken to the outline of her fat nipples, bulging through the sheer cotton of the shirt. "If you have, uh, have a minute, I'd like to come inside and, uh .�"
"Of course," Irene said, opening the door for him. "I could use some magazines, particularly from a nice young man like you. What's your name?"
"Tony," the boy stammered. He entered the living room and, after Irene gestured for him to sit, chose the same couch she'd seduced Mike on a few days earlier. "That's good thinking, ma'am. Magazines are really nice to have around."
Irene chuckled and sat next to him, so close that a hot blush spread through the boy's cherubic cheeks. "Is that what you tell all your customers, Tony?"
Tony's blush deepened. "Well, uh, no. You know. Just if it comes up."
"What magazines are you selling?"
Tony raised his head and studied the ceiling, as if drawing titles from the sky . which, in a sense, he was. "Uh, Popular Hot Rodding. No, you wouldn't be interested in that, I guess. Uh . Better Homes and Gardens? Field and Stream? We've got Redbook. My mother reads that."
Irene suppressed a giggle. "Do you have a catalogue I could look at?"
Tony fidgeted nervously, still staring hungrily at her enormous tits. "Uh, no, well, see, I didn't bring it along. My little sister flushed . uh, well, she flushed it down the toilet, and, uh .�"
Irene felt it was time to bring the horny boy out of his misery. "Now tell me the truth, darling. You aren't really selling magazine subscriptions, are you?"
Tony gulped embarrassedly and averted his eyes to the floor.
"Did a boy named Mike tell you about me? Tell me the truth, Tony."
Tony gulped and nodded his head.
"What did he say? Be honest."
"He said . well, he said that you were . you know .�"
"He told you what a nice body I have, didn't he?" Irene said coaxingly. "And that I'm very, very horny, and that I like to fuck teenage boys. Isn't that what he said?"
"Y-y-yes," Tony stammered, as his stiffening prick turned the crotch of his jeans into a tent.
"What do you think of that, Tony? Do you think Mike was telling the truth?"
"I-I-I don't .�"
"He was, darling. I'll bet I'm even hornier than he said I am. My pussy's positively dripping right now."
Moving with teasing slowness, Irene undid the knot holding the work shirt under her breasts. Then she shrugged it off her shoulders, exposing her huge, naked tits and their stiff, pink nipples.
"Do you like my tits, Tony? You've been staring at them since I opened the door."
Tony's jaw slackened. His stone-hard cock lurched up and down in his jeans. "Oh . oh fuck, Mrs. Sealy. I . oh God .�"
"You're a virgin, aren't you?" Irene looked at him sweetly as she unbuttoned her cut-offs. "You've never fucked a girl before?"
Tony had trouble answering as she slid the shorts over her firm, rounded ass and down her tapering legs to the floor. She was naked now. He could see her hairy pussy triangle, the moist slit of her cunt. "N-n-no," he stammered. "I never have."
"Well, I'm going to show you how, lover. Don't worry about that. But I'm going to teach you how to be a good little fucker too. And the first thing you have to know, if you really want to turn a girl on, is how to eat pussy."
Splaying her legs wide apart on the couch, Irene dropped a hand onto the wet curls of her pussy bush. Then she hotly began to fingerfuck her burning cunt before the virgin boy's eyes, smiling as she saw Tony's prick throb and buck in his jeans.
"Do you see my pussy, lover? See how wet it is? That means I'm horny. Very horny. And what I want you to do is lick up all of the wetness, because that will make me even hornier than I already am."
The pungent, unmistakable scent of cunt filled the air. Tony was beside himself with lust. He was afraid to act without her permission, but he bent over and stared intently at her cunt, as if savoring the scent of her fuck juices.
"Lick it, Tony." Gently sliding her hand behind his neck, Irene pulled his face towards her pussy triangle. "Be a good boy. Clean my cunt with your tongue."
Sighing, Tony lay across the couch with his head buried between her thighs. He extended his tongue and made a tentative swipe up her pouting pussy slit. Irene grunted and squeezed his neck encouragingly.
"Ungghhh, lover! You're getting the hang of it already." She spread her thighs farther apart as she sprawled on the couch, allowing him complete access to her dripping fuck slit. "Get on your knees now, lover. That way you can give my pussy a really good sucking and help me cum."
Tony's cock was so stiff that it was hard for him to get off the couch. But he managed, and fell to his knees on the floor with his head buried eagerly between Irene's creamy white thighs.
Irene wiggled her ass to the edge of the cushions, pushing her pussy onto his lips. Hungrily Tony glued his mouth to her steaming cunt. He thrust out his tongue and lapped up the gooey wetness that shone on the inner walls of her pussy.
"Unggghhh!" A wanton grimace contorted Irene's expression as her pussy warmed to the virgin boy's ministrations. "That's good, Tony!" She curled her fingers in his long, lank hair, pulling his face more deeply between her thighs. "Really lick it now, darling. That's what turns a girl on. Suck out every drop!"
Lustfully Tony ran his hands over her gorgeously voluptuous body, finally digging his fingers into the sides of her wiggling ass cheeks. Then he began to lap and kiss her cunt in earnest, rhythmically swiping his tongue up and down the hot pink slit.
"Ungghhh, Toneeee!" Irene panted as her cunt began to burn and throb. She knew she should lie still so the teenage youth could suck her pussy more easily, but it was impossible. Uncontrollably her ass humped off the springy cushion, hornily fucking her cunt onto his lips. "More, Tony! Ooooh, you're making me hot now! Suck it�-�suck it all up!"
Tony looked up at her anxiously. "But it's making my cock so stiff, Mrs. Sealy. Can't I fuck you now? My balls hurt so much I can hardly stand it!"
"Later, darling!" Grabbing the back of his head, Irene pulled him forcibly back to her pussy. "Just keep sucking me! You're making me cum!"
Obediently, Tony glued his lips to her gushing fuck hole. Now he licked and sucked it like a starving dog, thrusting his tongue deeply between the pouting, swollen folds of the aching slit.
Irene squealed with pleasure. "More!" she gasped. "Get my clit now! Suck it, oh Christ, you're making me cum!"
Tony drew closer to her twitching clit with the long swipes of his tongue, but he didn't know what it was, and Irene knew she had to show him. Grabbing his wrist, she placed his hand on the swollen bud at the top of her cunt.
"See that, Tony?" she gasped. "That . unh . that little thing? Please suck it for me, oh God, suck it right now! That makes me so hot!"
Confused but willing, Tony wrapped his lips around her throbbing clit. Instantly Irene bucked as if she'd been shot. Pulling his hair, crying out with pleasure, she lifted her knees to her shoulders and humped her ass so frantically off the couch that she later considered it a miracle she hadn't broken his nose.
"Oh Toneeee! Oh God, that's so wonderful!" Wincing, she twisted her head back and forth as his tongue licked the tip of her clit. "Fingerfuck me, lover! Jack off my cunt!"
Catching on, Tony slid two fingers into the plump, hairy mouth of her fuck hole. Irene shuddered convulsively from head to toe as she felt them going inside her, thrilling her pussy as he pumped them in and out.
She could feel the ecstasy building dramatically in her loins, making her little asshole pucker and pulse as the cum prepared to explode deep inside her belly. Irene grabbed Tony's free hand and pulled it onto her huge, jiggling tits. A wanton moan escaped her lips as he rubbed them without her having to ask, lustfully kneading and milking the enormous, spongy globes.
"That's right, Tony!" she whimpered. "Play with them�-�feel my titties! Ungghhh! Oh yes, I'm going to cum now! Unh, I can feel it�-�unh unh unh!"
Tony's lips clung to her clit, as if to suck it out of her body. Fast and hard his fingers thrust into her sopping cunt. His hand moved from one big tit to another, pinching the fat red nipples until they were as stiff as little rocks. An intense burning sensation shot through Irene's cunt. Digging her fingernails into Tony's neck, she arched her back and humped her blushing ass cheeks off the couch as fast as she could.
"Cumming, Tony!" she shrieked. "Suck me, awwww you fucker, suck off my pussy! Ungghhh! Oh fuck, oh shit! It's cumming, cumming, cuuummmiiinnnggggg ahhhhhhhhhh .�"
Wildly the spasms pulsed through Irene's hairy fuck hole, ravaging her pussy with pleasure again and again. Irene bucked and jerked in the throes of passion for nearly a minute, cumming so hard that she nearly blacked out.
When it was over, when the spasms finally subsided, she fell with a satisfied groan onto the couch. Tony withdrew his head from between her sweating thighs. His cheeks were covered with the slick sheen of her fuck juices, and stray cunt curls hung from his lips.
"I got to fuck you now," he said hoarsely. His expression was a portrait of unbearable need. "Please, Mrs. Sealy. My cock's never been so hard. You got to show me how to do it. I got to put it in your cunt."
Panting, Irene lowered her eyes to study the bulge of the boy's cock. Never before had she seen a prick twitch and throb so obscenely in a pair of pants. He was obviously as excited as he said he was. Even if she hadn't wanted to, Irene knew she owed him the relief of her wet pussy and a good, hard fuck.
"All right, darling." Irene turned sideways on the couch and threw one leg up over the back rest, putting herself in position for the invasion of his cock. "Take off your pants and lie on top of me. I'll show you what to do."
Eagerly Tony pulled his jeans down his hairless thighs and over his tennis shoes, dropping them to the floor. The front of his jockey shorts was completely soaked with his drooling jism, and his cock stretched the fabric to the bursting point. Irene was shocked that a teenager could have such a large, fat prick. It looked even bigger than Mike's.
"Oooh, darling, you're very well-endowed," she said huskily, playfully snapping the hem of his shorts. "Take these off and show me what I'm going to be screwing."
Almost painfully, Tony slid his shorts over the throbbing length of his hard-on. Out thrust a big, warmly pulsing cock, covered with blue veins and boasting an oversized, purplish cockhead that was leaking cum onto the floor.
"Why, Tony! Your prick really is big!" Irene raised her arm to squeeze it hungrily, making Tony grimace with lust as she pinched the spongy head.
"Get on top of me now. I'm going to put this lovely hard-on where it belongs."
Clumsily, so nervous and horny that he was trembling, Tony climbed onto the couch between Irene's spread thighs. Helplessly he stared down at the naked voluptuousness of her ripe, big-titted body, like a starving man confronting a banquet he didn't know how to devour. Irene giggled as she watched his oversized cock twitching up and down.
"There, there. It's not so hard, lover." Clasping his cock, she pulled it towards the sopping lips of her hair-fringed fuck hole. "You'll catch on right away."
Holding his cock in her little fist, Irene rubbed the knob lusciously all over her drenched pussy. Tony shuddered and bit his lip to control himself. Irene fit the tip of his cock into her cunt, whimpering as her pussy muscles instantly clung to the fat, bloated cockhead. Then she arched her back so he would be able to stab his cock all the way up her hole.
"Push it into me now, Tony," she said, with a note of pleading in her voice. "Please, I'm all horny again too. Doesn't it feel good? Push it into my cunt!"
Tony was panting and shaking. He paused for a moment to put himself into position, half-kneeling, half-lying across Irene's stacked body. Then he delivered a tentative thrust of his ass, and moaned happily as several inches of his prick disappeared into the hot, wet, snug tunnel of her cunt.
"Unhhh, Tony!" Irene felt his cock going into her now, felt her pussy walls stretching apart to cling hungrily to his invading cock. Helplessly she started humping, lightly grinding her pussy onto his prick. "More, lover! Put it all the way into my pussy! Doesn't a woman's cunt feel good around your prick?"
Tony was gasping and whining with pleasure, and his cock felt stiffer than ever. Dropping his head between her huge tits, the horny boy pushed his ass down hard, sinking the last inches of his big hard-on into the buttery wetness of her cunt.
"Unggghh!" Irene wrapped her thighs around his waist and flexed her pussy muscles, making them contract around the blue-veined stiffness of his cock. "You're doing it now, lover! You're fucking me! Do you like the way it feels?"
"So goood," Tony moaned deliriously. "Your pussy . unhh! It's so tight, Mrs. Sealy! I know I'm gonna cum."
"I want you to, lover. But first you have to fuck me!" Irene started to hump her ass again, grinding her hairy pussy onto the root of the boy's cock. "Move your cock in and out, Tony. You know how. Fuck me with it�-�do it hard!"
Eagerly, awkwardly, Tony pulled his juice-soaked prick out of her clasping cunt tunnel. He sank it in again, sighing as his cock returned to the enveloping wetness of her pussy. Then he began to pump his prick in and out, rapidly catching on to the rhythm, fucking her cunt with long, hungry strokes of his cum-gorged cock.
"Unhhh, Tony!" Irene squealed. A lewd smile of pleasure spread across her face as she felt the first pistoning thrusts of his cock in her gurgling pussy. She tightened her thighs around his waist, drawing another half-inch of his cock into her ever-hungry cunt. "You're doing it right now! Harder, lover! That's what a girl likes! Fuck me haaard!"
Panting, fucking her faster by the minute, Tony turned his head until his lips touched the swollen, silver-dollar-sized nipple of her right breast. He took the goosebumped cap into his mouth and sucked it hungrily, nipping the spongy, milk-white flesh with his teeth.
"Awww, Tony, you're making me hot!" Delirious with desire, Irene clawed his ass cheeks and pulled them down as he rammed his cock into her fuck hole. "You're making me cum, lover! Oh shit, fuck me with your prick! Harder�-�as hard as you can!"
Grunting, Tony reamed out her pussy with all the boyish energy he could muster. By now he was already well-practiced in the delicious rhythms of fucking; Irene felt as if her pussy were being filled by a man who'd been doing it all his life.
In and out his cock sawed, making a slurping sound as it clove through the wet sheath of her sucking cunt. Irene shrieked and clawed his shoulders with her fingernails, wincing as he sucked her rock-hard nipple harder than any man had ever sucked her tits.
"I'm gonna cum," Tony moaned hoarsely. His big prick was bloated to an incredible length and stiffness. His balls, clotted with jism, slapped the crack of her ass with every bone-jarring thrust into her cunt. "Oh fuck, Mrs. Sealy. Your pussy feels so good. I can't hold it back much longer!"
"Keep fucking me!" Irene demanded. She lifted her knees to her shoulders, whimpering as the new position allowed another half-inch of his steely prick to sink into her cunt. "I'm getting off too, Tony! Awwww, I love the way you fuck me! Fuck me harder�-�as hard as you can!"
Tony's features contorted in a strangely determined expression. Releasing her jiggling tits, he concentrated on fucking her as hard as he could. Up and down his lithe ass bounced, slamming his stone-hard cock deeper and harder into her cunt with every thrust.
The pressure his savage fucking created on her clit was unbearably intense. As the couch shook on the floor beneath them, Irene shrieked and lifted her ass nearly a foot off the couch. Then the spasms gushed through her fuck hole, and her cunt muscles contracted spasmodically around Tony's prick.
"Fuck meeeee!" she shouted. "Oh fuck, Tony, I'm getting off now! Ungggghhhh! It feels so goooood! Harder, harder, unh fucking, unh-fuck�-�fuck�-�fuck�-�cuuummmiiinnngggg!"
As the tide of her orgasm pumped through her pussy, Irene felt her cunt deluged by an incredible quantity of liquid. The stream was so heavy that she wondered for a moment if Tony was pissing inside her. It took her a second to realize that the liquid she felt was cum, that he was actually shooting off that much jism inside her.
Veritable torrents of cum squirted madly out of his cockhead, splashing her inner pussy muscles with one boiling, salty shot of jism after another.
Tony sank on top of her with a satisfied groan, letting his cock drain its load completely into the buttery sheath of her cunt.
When his cum was finally over, Tony lifted his hips to withdraw his still-twitching prick from her hairy cunt bush. One glance at the cushions beneath them told Irene that they'd have to be replaced before her children returned for dinner. There was no way she could ever scrub off that much cum.
Chapter Four
It was unusual for any woman to have Irene's constant need for fucking, but it was even stranger that a thirty-seven year old would have such a perverse attraction for teenagers. Irene recognized this predilection in herself, and sometimes felt ashamed of it. It embarrassed her to give her pussy to boys young enough to be her sons.
But it was easy to see where the fetish had gotten its start. At the age of twenty-four Irene had cheated on her husband, beginning an adulterous liaison that lasted over a year. Her partner in crime, so to speak, was a teenage delivery boy at the corner grocery store.
Irene remembered their first get-together well. It was a Friday afternoon, and she'd spent most of the morning crying because her husband was away on a business trip. Irene loved him very much, and she felt lonely being in the small, newlywed-special cottage all by herself, with no one to speak to except her two infant children. That hadn't caused the tears, though. She hadn't been that lonely.
She was horny. Even at twenty-four, Irene had had an extremely strong need for sex. She'd been a virgin on her wedding night, but every night afterwards her husband had fucked her at least once, and generally several times. The weeks of his absence had taken its toll on her pussy. Irene had fingerfucked herself whenever she was sure her children couldn't watch her, but no amount of jacking off could take the place of her dear husband's stiff, thrusting cock.
When the delivery boy arrived she was sitting in their small, sunny kitchen in a loose bathrobe, crying her eyes out as she rubbed her burning cunt furtively under the kitchen table. She'd made no attempt to compose herself, and she hadn't bothered to change out of the flimsy bathrobe that showed so much of her incredibly voluptuous body. Instead she just sat smoking cigarette after cigarette, daydreaming miserably of her husband's cock.
The knock on the back door startled her. Irene rose to her feet, brushed the tears away and opened it, expecting that one of her neighbors had dropped by for a cup of sugar. She was very surprised to see a tall, handsome teenager in a white uniform, bearing a grocery bag under his shoulder.
"Is this the Sealy residence?" the boy asked. He was unusually handsome, Irene thought, and the body under the uniform was big and strong for his age. An expression of concern appeared on his face as he saw that Irene had been crying.
"Yes," Irene muttered. "What�-�what do you want? I'm busy."
"I brought by your ice cream."
"Ice cream?" Irene sniffled and self-consciously tightened the sash of the bathrobe, realizing that the boy was looking at the cleavage of her huge, braless tits. "You must have the wrong house. I didn't order any .�"
"No, no, Sealy residence," the boy interrupted. He pulled a receipt out of the bag, checked it and handed it to her. "Your son called, I think. He sounded awfully young. He said that you wanted him to order a gallon of Rocky Road and that you'd pay for it when I got here."
Irene managed to laugh in spite of her misery. "Oh God, that's Hank for you," she sighed. "You'll have to forgive me. My six-year-old . he's awfully precocious. He must have watched me dialing your number for a delivery once and guessed he could try it himself."
"You mean he .�"
"The little so-and-so. He's taking his nap right now or I'd make him come out and apologize. I guess you'd better come in. I'll get my pocketbook."
Irene held open the door, gestured for the boy to sit at the kitchen table and ran for her purse. She was too distracted to notice that the bathrobe sash had loosened again. The halves were almost completely apart by the time she returned to the kitchen, exposing most of her frontal nakedness.
"Here," she said. Ignoring the boy's wide-eyed look, she sat on the chair next to him and fumbled through her purse. "How much do I owe you?"
The boy was too busy staring at her luscious body to answer. Irene glanced down at herself and flushed hotly with embarrassment. The bathrobe was so far open that the sides of her shell-pink nipples were visible. The boy could see all of her slender, shapely legs, even the curly hairs of her pussy mound.
"Oh God, I'm so sorry," Irene stammered, re-tying the robe as fast as she could. "You'll have to forgive me. I didn't know you were coming. Please, how much for the ice cream?"
"Dollar ten," the boy said distractedly. He continued to stare dazedly at something between her body and the floor. The sight of her mouthwatering nakedness had unnerved him completely.
Irene fished a dime and a dollar out of the purse and put it on the table. The boy didn't seem to notice. A quick glance at the crotch of his uniform pants revealed an enormous hard-on, throbbing and twitching as the thick cock stood stiffly along his inner thigh.
A second passed. Irene stared at his hard cock and shuddered, thinking again of how good it would have been for her husband to be home, how good it would feel to have his long, fat prick stabbing deep inside her buttery cunt tunnel. Then the desire became suddenly so unbearable that she started crying, holding her head in her hands and sobbing hot tears onto the table's linoleum top.
"What's the matter, Mrs. Sealy?" the boy asked nervously.
"I'm so . I'm so . I'm so fucking horny!" Irene wailed. All thoughts of propriety were forgotten; she had to reveal her need to someone. "My husband's gone. I just can't stand it anymore! Oh God, I'm so horny I could just die!"
"I'm horny too," the boy murmured.
He had obviously made the statement thoughtlessly while looking at her body, and his cheeks blushed brightly the moment the words were out of his mouth. But Irene had heard him, and she looked instantly at his cock. It was stiffer than ever, she saw, and it looked extremely large for a teenager. Even bigger and thicker than her husband's cock.
"I'm sorry," the boy said quickly. "It just popped out. I didn't mean to say it. Please don't tell my boss, okay? I really need this job .�"
The boy's words trailed off as he saw how intently Irene was studying his big, hard prick. There was a long pause. Irene felt her nipples swelling stiffly under her bathrobe, felt the wet flow of her fuck juices filling her hairy cunt.
Suddenly she seemed to forget everything�-�that she was married, that she had two small children sleeping in the house�-�Nothing mattered but her lust. Irene slid off the chair and knelt on the floor between the boy's legs. Her hands slid up his muscled thighs, cupping the bulge of his hard-on. Frantically, impatiently, she fumbled with the zipper.
"Oh, Christ!" the boy gasped.
"I want your cock," Irene said. Her voice was hard and demanding, revealing the intensity of her lust. "What's your name? No, don't tell me�-�I don't care. Just give it to me. I want your cock."
"Phil�-�it's Phil," the boy replied, sighing as she unzipped his pants and groped in the opening for his hard-on. "That's my name�-�Phil, ahhhhhhh God .�"
Irene tugged the root of his cock out of his underwear, for the first time revealing his big, naked prickshaft. Immediately her pussy throbbed with hot cuntjuice. The only man she'd ever fucked was her husband. This was the biggest prick she'd ever seen.
Like a length of iron pipe it rose out of his cock hairs, warmly pulsing and jerking with its load of cum. The hard pink cockshaft was covered with pale blue veins, leading to a rosy, spongy knob that was dripping jism freely onto the floor.
Irene's eyes widened as she wrapped both hands around the enormous, swollen prickshaft, squeezing it very hard. Her mouth watered. She wanted to suck his cock. Her husband had shown her how to give a good blow job on their wedding night, and Irene had taken to the practice like a duck to water. She enjoyed frenching a cock almost as much as she loved being fucked by one.
Extending her tongue, Irene licked a wet circle around the crown of his hard-on, lapping up the cum that oozed from the slit. She wanted to prolong the teasing, to make the blow job that much more exquisite, but she had no self-control. Sighing, she opened her mouth wide and popped the first three inches of his cock deep down her throat.
"Oh, fuck!" Phil gasped as he looked down at his cock, at the obscene spectacle of his slimy, pink prickshaft stuffing the beautiful housewife's wetly-pursed lips. "Jesus, Mrs. Sealy! Oh, that's good! Oh shit, oh fuck!"
Irene was too horny to acknowledge his groans of pleasure. Instead she simply sucked and sucked, tightening her lips around his delicious, salty cock-stalk as much as she could. Feverishly her tongue swirled all over his cockhead, faithfully licking up every drop of cum that drooled from the tip. Her cheeks puffed and bellowed and puckered and sucked, increasing the pressure around his bone-stiff prick.
"Oh God, I can't stand it!" Phil gasped. Wildly excited, he undid the buttons of his pants and pulled them down to his knees, revealing the base of his fat prick and the hairy, wrinkled sac of his balls. "Play with my balls," he begged. "Oh shit, they're so swollen. They'll explode if you don't!"
Irene slid her hand between his hairy thighs and cupped his balls. Tenderly she fondled them, sliding the twin, cum-congested globes between her fingers.
Phil grunted and started to rock his hips off the hard chair seat, thrusting more of his prick down her throat. Irene wrapped her fist needfully around the base of his cock. Furiously, she jerked him off, just as her husband had taught her, milking his delicious hard-on between her lips. Her head bobbed up and down, fucking her face with his enormous prick.
Weeks of abstinence made Irene deliver the best blow job she'd ever given a man. Her sucking was incredibly hard and noisy, so loud that the slurping, gurgling, lip-smacking sounds of the blow job might have been heard by her children if they hadn't been napping. Harder and faster her head bucked, until she was taking nearly all of his cock between her lips on every downward stroke.
"I'm gonna cum," Phil grunted. He winced as the burning stiffness built in his cock, as his balls churned with their load of cum. "Oh fuck, Mrs. Sealy, you suck my cock so hard! I can't take it! I'm gonna cum buckets!"
The promise of creamy jism prompted Irene to suck his cock harder than ever, until her cheeks were flushed red and obscene with the intensity of the frenching. Kneading his balls with her left hand, violently beating his cock with her right, she sucked his cockhead so energetically that her drool ran down the veined shaft of his cock and mingled with the short, curly hairs around the root.
"Oh fuck, Mrs. Sealy!" Phil grimaced. He writhed on the seat, grabbed her head and pulled her face onto his wildly throbbing cock. "I'm cumming now!" Frantically his hips heaved off the seat, violently fucking her mouth with his tingling, juicing hard-on. "Suck it! Suck it! Ah! Ah! Ahhhhh .�"
Gushers of hot, salty jism flooded out of his cum slit, filling Irene's buttery mouth with one torrent of cum after another. Irene tasted his delicious jizz and happily whimpered as she started swallowing, lewdly gulping down every drop.
His big prick was still stone-hard long after the last reservoirs of cum had shot up from his balls. Irene's lips were smeared obscenely with traces of his jism. Shamelessly she withdrew his fat cock from her mouth and licked it, adoringly, as if worshipping the altar of his cock.
"You're going to fuck me now," she mewled hotly. Taking his wrist, she pulled his hand between the halves of her robe and placed it on the creamy swell of her enormous tits. "Feel my tits, lover? Aren't they nice and big? I'll let you suck them all you want to. But first you're going to fuck my cunt, nice and hard."
"Ohhhh, God." Phil shook his head dazedly as he looked at her beautiful body, unable to believe his good fortune. "Oh, Mrs. Sealy. I don't believe this is happening to me. Ohhhh .�"
Irene threw the robe apart, completely displaying her huge, firm, cherry-capped tits and the mound of her pussy. She lay on her back on the floor beside the delivery boy's chair, then spread her legs wide to reveal the dripping pink gash of her fuck hole.
"Fuck me." Raising her knees to her shoulders, wiggling her hot ass on the linoleum floor, Irene fingerfucked her aching cunt before his eyes. "Please, darling, don't make me wait! Get on top of me and fuck me right through the floor."
Phil slid from the chair, with his pulsing, jerking cock sticking straight before him. Irene felt a wet heat clawing the depths of her cunt as she looked at the cockshaft that would give her so much pleasure. His big cock was soaked with his cum, mingling with the spit her lips had bestowed while sucking his prick.
Kneeling on the floor between her slender thighs, Phil clumsily tried to fit his spongy cockhead into the curly-haired slit. Irene grabbed his cock and drew the tip into her pussy. A loud gasp of pleasure shook her nakedness as she felt the crown of his cock pushing greasily into her cunt.
"Oh, yuh yu yesssssss!" Irene grabbed Phil's shoulders and feverishly started bucking her rounded ass, rhythmically driving her cunt onto his prick. "Stick it in me, lover! Unggghhhh! All the way into my pussy�-�oh please, fuck me hard!"
Phil seemed to hesitate. He obviously had very little sexual experience, and the pressure of the gorgeous, older woman's slickened pussy slit around his cock was so delicious that he was afraid he might spurt his second load before he ever started fucking her.
For a long time he poised himself on top of her, making Irene squeal with impatience as her cunt muscles nipped the tip of his cock. Then the boy pushed his ass down, and the meaty inches of his big prick bored wetly into the slurping, sucking tunnel of her cunt.
"Ahhhhhhh, yesssssss!" Irene hissed. A delirious expression of sexual ecstasy contorted her innocent features as she felt her pussy being stuffed with the thick, thrusting prick she'd craved for so long! "I love you, Phil!" She threw her arms around his neck lasciviously, grinding her ass as her cunt separated to suck wetly around his invading cock. "Drill me now�-�kill me with your cock! Fuck me haaaard!"
Phil collapsed onto her nakedness with a happy gasp, sinking his cock to the balls in the syrupy furnace of her sucking cunt. Every inch of his prick was encased by her pussy, titillated by strong, secret muscles that kneaded and milked and pressured the blue-veined hardness of his swollen cock.
He lifted his cock until only the cockhead parted her swollen pussy slit. More quickly this time, he rammed his prick back into her cunt. Then he started fucking her, grunting for breath, steadily slamming his big prick in and out of her pussy.
"That's right!" Irene cried. "Oh you fucker�-�you fucking bastard�-�harder, make me cum!"
She wrapped her long, silky legs around the center of his back, tilting her peach-shaped cheeks so that another inch of his long cock would pierce the hairy, sucking mouth of her cunt. Then she started fucking beneath him like a dog in heat, oblivious to her whereabouts or her married status, feverishly driving her pussy onto his charging cock.
"Does it feel good?" she moaned. "Unggghhh, Philip, I love your cock inside me! Oh Jesus, you're making me cum! Harder now�-�push it! Does it feel good? Ungghhhh!"
It felt more than good�-�so delicious that Phil couldn't do more than grunt a reply. As many times as he'd jacked off, nothing had ever satisfied him like this.
Their short, curly hairs slithered together with every pummeling thrust into her pussy, lubricated by the flow of fuck juices oozing from her ripe, pink cunt. Phil could feel her cunt tunnel grasping his cock harder as they fucked more and more violently, as if her pussy was intent on sucking another load of cum out of his ravaged balls.
Their naked bodies became hot and slippery with sweat; they grunted together for air as they fucked. Phil's hairy balls slapped the crack of her wildly humping ass every time he rammed his cock to the hilt.
Shuddering with pleasure, the young boy dropped his head and cradled it between her two very large, spongy tits. A stiff, rosy nipple brushed his lips. Phil opened his mouth and sucked it, wrinkling the creamy flesh as he sucked the rubbery little bud as hard as she'd sucked his cock.
"That's so goooood!" Irene grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled down hard, grunting as she tried to force more of his cock into her gushing fuck hole. She could feel the burning, tingling sensations shooting through her cunt now, as her pussy prepared to cum on his hammering cock.
"Keep fucking me!" she begged. "Oh Phil, I can't stand it anymore! Your prick is so good! Fuck meeeee! Cumming now, oh Christ . mmmm . unh unh unh unh cuummiinnggg!"
The spasms of ecstasy pumped through the gurgling fissure of her pussy, making the pouting lips suck and cling to Phil's thrusting dick. Phil moaned like a wounded animal as he felt his prick stiffening to unheard-of dimensions as it bathed in the teeming fuck juices of her hairy, buttery cunt.
Irene kept cumming beneath him, writhing and humping madly on the hard kitchen floor. Phil delivered three short, jabbing thrusts into her gushing pussy. Then he collapsed on top of her, sighing as the second load of his fuck cream erupted violently from the tip of his cock.
Repeatedly the white jism spurted from his cockhead, filling her fuck hole with a torrent of cum. As her own cum subsided, Irene felt Phil's cock finally going soft inside her. His jism ran back out of her curly-haired pussy, dripping down her sweating thighs onto the floor.
"Oh God, Mrs. Sealy." Phil took his wilted cock out of her cunt and looked dizzily at the slimy, rubbery shaft, glancing between it and the fur-fringed pussy lips that had given his cock such intense pleasure. "I never came that hard before. God, you're the best fuck .�"
Phil continued to praise her pussy and her gorgeous body, but his words fell on deaf ears. Irene was finally coming to her senses now that she'd cum. She was a married woman, with two children in the house who might awaken from their nap at any time. She'd just fucked a teenage delivery boy whose boss was probably wondering where he was. That wasn't just adultery, it was statutory rape.
"Phil, you've got to get out of here." Pushing him away, she tried to wipe up the jism stains on the floor with the hem of her robe. "Please�-�I don't know what came over me. I'll fuck you again some other time. You'd better go .�"
Phil watched her as she mopped up the cream of their lovemaking. His eyes were glued to the curly-haired slit of her pussy.
Irene gasped with surprise as Phil stretched out between her legs and sank his face onto the matted, dripping, salt-scented fur of her cunt bush. Eagerly he started sucking her pussy, running his hands up her shapely thighs to cup the cheeks of her ass.
"No, Phil!" Irene looked anxiously at the door and made a feeble attempt to push him away.
"Please, not now. My children might come in. I'll let you suck me some other time."
But Phil was not to be dissuaded. He was obviously intent upon lapping up her fuck juices, as if aroused by the idea of sucking out the jism his massive cock had just unloaded in her cunt.
Soon, in spite of herself, Irene felt her cunt responding to the rhythmic, sucking swipes of his tongue on her pussy. For a moment she tried to control herself. Then she fell back onto her elbows, spreading her thighs as far apart as they would go.
"Oh, lover!" She stared at his head between her thighs and grunted feverishly as fresh pleasure coursed into her aching cunt. "Oh yes, go ahead�-�suck my pussy! I don't care anymore! Suck my cunt as long as you want."
Phil licked and sucked and kissed her burning cunt, digging his fingers into the cheeks of her ass. Irene lightly ground and humped off the floor, pushing her pussy onto his mouth. Already she'd discovered her fetish for teenage boys. Already she knew she would continue to fuck and suck Phil as much as he liked, even though it meant committing adultery.
"Am I doing it right?" Phil asked. "Oh Mrs. Sealy, your pussy tastes so good!"
"Yes, darling!" Irene grabbed the back of his head and humped her ass more insistently off the floor. "Suck me now! Oh darling, suck my cunt!"
+ + +
"Fuck me, Tony!" Irene squealed. "Oooh, do it hard now! It feels so good! Make your prick nice and wet with my juices, so you can ram your big prick up my asshole!"
They were in the dog-fucking position now, having moved from the living room to her bedroom. Tony wrapped his hands around her huge tits and pistoned his cock through the sticky wetness of her pussy. Thirteen years later, a still beautiful, still horny thirty-seven-year-old Irene humped her ass to meet every thrust of another teenager's beautiful cock.
They weren't going to be pussy-fucking for long, though. Tony was only getting his prick covered with her fuck juices, and getting Irene turned on enough to be ready for any kind of sex. Now that Tony had experienced her cunt, Irene wanted to go all the way. It had been too long since her asshole had been fucked by a man's big, throbbing cock.
Tony grunted and fucked her harder, obviously in love with the way her wet, warm pussy clung to the stiffness of his prick. Irene had trouble controlling herself. With his cock hard and pumping in her pussy, it was hard to imagine that anything could feel better than taking another load of his jism into her cunt.
"Oh-okay, Tony," she whimpered. "Take it out now. That's enough. The Vaseline, lover. Rub it all over your cock."
The container of Vaseline, which Irene used frequently in her fuck sessions, was open and ready on the nightstand next to the bed. Tony picked it up, withdrew a thick dab of the jelly on his fingers and rubbed it all over his pulsing, upthrust hard-on, liberally coating the cockhead.
"That's good, darling. Now get my asshole!" Impatiently, Irene reached behind her and spread her rounded, shapely ass cheeks wide apart. "Rub it in good!"
Tony stared at the first sight of her small, hairless asshole ring, sighing as he watched the puckered little hole throb obscenely with her excitement. He took another dab of Vaseline and smeared it lovingly onto her asshole, making Irene squeal with pleasure as he thrust his finger up her rubbery ass tunnel.
"Oh, Tony, I love it! Fuck me now!" Irene bent her head and rested her cheek on her folded arms, wiggling her hot ass in expectation of Tony's invading cock. "Easy now! Stick your cock in my asshole, lover�-�fuck my ass good!"
Crouching over her, the naked teenage boy held his cock in his fist and carefully pushed the cockhead onto the puckered circle of her asshole. Then he pushed down, stabbing the first several inches of his swollen cock into the incredible tight, sucking heat of her ass tunnel.
"Awwww, Tony, fuck my ass!" Irene shouted. She winced with mingled pain and pleasure as she felt her asshole stretching, felt the ass walls separating to admit his big cock. "More, lover�-�keep pushing it! I want all of your cock!"
Again Tony slid his hands up her torso, cupping her enormous, stiff-nippled tits. Then he began to buck and jerk behind her, gradually forcing inch after inch of his pulsing cock into the suctioning grip of her asshole.
"Unggghhhh! Oh, Tony! Ungggghhhh!" Irene collapsed on the bed on her belly, still holding her ass cheeks apart so he could stuff all of his prick into her asshole. "Fuck meeeee! You're making me cum! It doesn't hurt anymore! Fuck my asshole as hard as you can!"
Tony's thick cock was throbbing and oozing cum, and Irene could feel every centimeter as it bored gradually into her asshole, giving her the most filled-up sensation she'd enjoyed in weeks. Then it was all the way in, buried to the balls in her tight, stretched ass tunnel. Irene clawed the sheets and humped her blushing ass as fast as she could.
"Fuck me!" she shouted. Her cries of ecstasy were loud enough to be heard by the neighbors, but she was too horny to care. They all knew she was a slut anyway. "Fuck me, Tony! Oh fuck�-�kill me with your cock!"
Tony's hands tightened around her enormous tits. Swiftly he started fucking her, sawing his bloated, blue-veined organ in and out of her Vaseline-slicked asshole.
Vise-like muscles seemed to grip his cock, milking and kneading and sucking it every time he slammed his cock into her asshole. Tony was overwhelmed with pleasure. Soon he was fucking her ass as hard as he could, making her milk-white cheeks jiggle obscenely as he packed his cock up her ass.
"I'm cumming, Tony!" Irene thrust her hand through her pussy curls and shamelessly began to jack off her cunt, rubbing her clit under her thumb. "Unggghhh! Your cock feels so good to me! Fuck me, lover�-�ahh ahhhh harder! I'm cumming now�-�I'm cuuummmiiinnngggg!"
The spasms of shooting off ripped through her loins, simultaneously making her pussy juice and her asshole muscles clench around Tony's hammering cock. The inexperienced young boy couldn't take the pleasure. As his cock grew to total stiffness, he slammed his wildly throbbing cock as far up her asshole as it would go.
Gobs of jism flooded out of his prickhead, bathing Irene's asshole in squirt after squirt of his creamy cum. Irene whimpered as she felt every gusher shooting out of his cock.
Yes, there was nothing like fucking a young boy, she thought. She only wished she could find one as handsome as her own son.
Chapter Five
Mary Sealy, Hank's sister, Irene's teenage daughter, jiggled as she walked home from high school. Her whole body jiggled�-�her long, blonde hair, bouncing on her shoulders; her large, full tits, swaying braless under her leotard top; the supple cheeks of her plump, little ass, jiggling as her long legs carried her down the sidewalk. Mary had inherited all of her mother's beauty and voluptuousness. She'd been jiggling since she'd reached puberty when she was thirteen years old.
It was a bright, sunny day in suburbia, and Mary had just been elected homecoming princess for the second year in a row. But she wasn't happy, and her soft, pouting lips were turned in a pretty frown. She was too horny to be happy. A week ago she'd broken up with her boyfriend, the only boyfriend she'd ever had. Her pussy had ached unbearably for the past seven days.
All day long in school the boys drooled over her, getting big hard-ons as they asked her for dates and ogled her big tits. But her boyfriend had been the only person she'd ever fucked, and now that they'd split Mary found others his age unattractive. She didn't know what she was looking for in a man, but she had to find it soon. Her pussy slit was getting raw from fingerfucking her cunt so much.
"Oh, Mar-eeee! Mary, is that you? Would you come over here for a minute, dear?"
Mary turned towards the voice and sighed humorously under her breath. Ralph Mitchell, a slender, rather feminine man in his middle-forties, was leaning out of his front door and gesturing towards her excitedly.
"Please, Mary, come here right away!" he cried, in a giddy, foppish voice. "There's something I have to show you!"
Sighing, Mary turned on the sidewalk and walked up the flagstone path to the open door of the handsome, split-level house. Good old Mr. Mitchell, she thought. He'd been a fixture in the neighborhood for as long as she could remember, and for as long as she could remember he'd been the butt of countless jokes. He probably wasn't gay, but he could have acted the part in any show in Hollywood.
"Hi, Mr. Mitchell," she said, in a tired voice. "What's new?"
"I have some pictures to show you, that's what! Hurry! They've just come out!"
Mary entered Mitchell's dusty living room and waited for him to shut the door behind her. He wore a maroon smoking jacket and silk trousers that would have been extremely conspicuous on anyone else but him. In his hand he held a packet of snapshots.
"I'm kind of in a hurry, Mr. Mitchell," Mary yawned, lying. "My mom's expecting me home for supper pretty soon."
"But you've just got to see these!" Mitchell handed her the packet and rubbed his hands exuberantly. "Honestly, I've never been so thrilled in my life!"
Mary opened the first packet and glanced at the first photo. Then she stared at it, and then she flipped through the rest, studying every one with growing interest.
They were all of her, and they'd all been taken unawares, though she would have consented to a posing session if he'd asked her. Photos of her walking home from school, of her talking with friends in the yard, playing volleyball in gym class, waiting for a bus downtown. Mary realized incredulously that this strange old geek had been following her around for months to collect such an album.
And nearly all of them had sexual overtones. The suggestions weren't blatant�-�none of the photographs were obscene�-�but it was there all the same, and the hint grew as she looked at more pictures. Mitchell seemed to prefer taking pictures of her in her skimpier outfits, when her long legs flashed under short dresses and her very large, firm tits swung tantalizingly under halter tops.
"Do you like them?" Mitchell asked excitedly. "The later ones are better, of course. It took me a while to learn my way around a camera."
Mary returned the photos to the packet and looked at him meaningfully. "Mr. Mitchell, what's the deal here?"
Mitchell was flustered. "Why nothing dear! I thought you'd be delighted. You're such a pretty young thing. I simply had to pay tribute to you with my camera!"
There was a long silence. The giddy expectation returned to Mitchell's face, as if he was sure she would fall to her knees in gratitude at any moment. After a while Mary was shocked to realize she was getting turned on.
Something about the situation . it excited her. Mitchell was an old man by her standards, with an average body and an average face and nothing in his forty-odd years to make him desirable to a seventeen-year-old Lolita like herself.
But there was no denying the growing stiffness of her large, dusky-pink nipples or the aching, burning wetness that was pulsing through her cunt. It was his age, Mary realized�-�the fact that he was old enough to be her father. Somehow this situation was turning her on more than anything else in her life.
"You know something, Mr. Mitchell?" she said softly. "I guess I do like your pictures. Why don't you get your camera? I'll pose for some more!"
"Oh, goodie!"
Mitchell clapped his hands delightedly and strode out of the room. Mary hesitated. Then she unhooked the straps of the leotard and pulled it down to her waist, nakedly exposing the big, jutting, spongy globes of her tits.
"It's got a fresh roll of film, Mary! You're really going to .�"
Mary turned toward him as he returned, feeling her big knockers jiggling as the stiff nipples seemed to meet his stare. Mitchell gasped and let his arms fall to his side. A growing bulge was immediately detectable in the crotch of his flower print pants.
"What's the matter, Mr. Mitchell? Don't you like what you see?" Smiling vixenishly, Mary walked toward him until her swinging tits nearly brushed his chest. "Go ahead and focus."
"Oh Mary, I don't . I don't know .�"
Stammering, Mitchell raised the camera with shaking hands and started to adjust the lens. Mary smiled as she stared at his crotch. His prick was completely stiff now, and it was obviously much bigger and thicker than her ex-boyfriend's. It was hard to believe that a flit could be so well-hung.
Moving even closer, Mary dropped her arm and lightly brushed his protruding cockhead with her fingers. "You seem nervous, Mr. Mitchell. Are you having trouble concentrating?"
"Pl-pl-please don't do this to me, Mary. I-I didn't mean any harm," Mitchell stammered, still fumbling with the lens. "I just wanted to take pu-pu-pictures�-�that's all."
"But you can't take pictures when you're horny, can you? Here, Mr. Mitchell. Let me help."
Falling to her knees, Mary slid her hands up his thighs and cupped the swollen shaft of his cock. Mitchell shuddered, put down the camera and did nothing to stop her. The slacks were held together by a draw string. Mary untied it and watched the pants fall to the floor, revealing his cock.
"Oh, Mr. Mitchell! Oh God!"
His cock was huge. Long, thick, hard as stone, the veined prick rose from his curly hairs and stood straight before him, throbbing and twitching with its engorgement of blood. Mary's eyes bulged as she saw how fat and bulbous the cockhead was, how jism dripped from the cum slit onto the floor. Never before had her urge to suck a cock been so overwhelming. She was dying to drink his jism, to swallow his cum as it shot down her throat.
Mary was panting now, and her cheeks were flushed. Sliding her fingers down his rosy cockshaft, she gripped it in both hands and squeezed hard, sighing as more jism oozed from the tip. Then she extended her tongue and lapped hot circles around the cockhead, tasting the pungent saltiness of his juices.
"Oh, Mary, you don't know what you're doing to me!" Mitchell gasped. His cock grew even bigger and stiffer as she jacked him off, as if the enormous hunk of cock would spray the entire living room with cum. "Oh, we're going to get into trouble. You're too young for me. I can't help myself anymore. You make my prick so stiff."
"I want to suck it, Mr. Mitchell." Mary looked up at him with wide, doe eyes as she clutched his throbbing hard-on, mouthing the words as her lips caressed the rosy sponginess of his cock crown. "Your prick is beautiful to me. I want to suck your cock all the time from now on. Every day when I come from school."
Opening her mouth wide, Mary dropped her head onto the pulsating length of his hard-on. Her lips closed in a hungry, sucking circle around the center of his prickshaft. Feverishly she started sucking his cock, caving in her cheeks sharply to increase the wet suction in her throat.
"Ungghhh!" Mitchell's delicate features contorted as he felt the tantalizing pressure of the blow job. "Oh, Mary!" His hands moved behind her head, curling in her long, blonde hair. "Suck it, little girl. You've made me so horny! Oh please, suck on my cock!"
Mary slurped and slobbered and sucked, drooling saliva down her chin as her lips nursed the delicious length of his burning prick. Her cunt was aching and so dripping with her fuck juices that the crotch of her bikini panties was completely soaked. She wanted to give Mitchell the best blow job of his life.
Up and down her head bobbed, fucking her face with his enormous cock. Mary panted through her flared nostrils and forced her lips to stretch farther apart, even though her mouth was already stuffed to bursting with the thickness of his cock. She pushed her head down hard, forcing her buttery throat to admit another two inches of his pulsing prick.
"Ungghhh!" Mitchell gasped and started to grind his small, flabby ass, thrusting his tool between her clinging lips. "That feels so good, Mary! Oh yes, I can feel it in my balls! You're making me cum!"
At the mention of his balls, Mary knew she had to fondle his big, hairy balls. One hand left his cockshaft, moving between his legs to the sac that was so swollen with juice. Tenderly she milked and rolled the twin globes between her fingers, loosening the load of cum that clotted his balls.
"Ungghhh! I'm getting closer, honey!" Mitchell dug his fingers into the nape of her neck, unable to stand the extreme stiffness that burned through every inch of his swollen cock. "Keep sucking it, honey! Oh Christ, harder�-�suck my cock as hard as you can!"
Mary's other hand moved energetically up and down his cock, stroking the loose flesh, rhythmically beating his prick. She took a deep breath through her nose and applied her last energies to his bloated hard-on, sucking his cock until her whole face was flushed red with effort.
"Oh, Mary!" Mitchell's cock grew to total, twitching stiffness between her lips; his balls throbbed in her hand. "I'm cumming now! Oh suck me�-�suck my cock! Unggghhh! Oh, fuck it! Ahhhhhh .�"
A torrent of cum squirted from the shiny-skinned knob of his cock, shooting down Mary's throat in a river of jism. Mary tasted the saltiness of his jism and nearly came in her panties. Her throat muscles worked. She kept sucking harder and harder, slurping as she swallowed down every drop.
But the cum kept shooting from the reservoir of his balls, as if Mitchell hadn't popped his wad in a month. As desperate as she was to drink his jism, Mary couldn't swallow it all. Cum filled her cheeks, running obscenely down her chin onto her big, stiff-nippled tits.
Mary withdrew his cock from her lips and continued to lick and kiss it long after his cum was over, lapping up the cream that coated his cock, continually nursing the cockshaft to make sure there was no jism left in his balls. Then she simply held his cock and looked up at him with happy, shamelessly-adoring eyes, grateful for the pleasure his cock had given her.
"Thank you, Mr. Mitchell. I never enjoyed giving a blowjob like that before. Your cock is so big, and it tasted wonderful to me. I meant what I said. If you want I'll come by every day and suck the cum out of your cock from now on."
Mitchell looked down at her speechlessly, shaking with a mixture of guilt, fear and the lust that still racked his body. Mary was surprised that his big prick had lost so little of its stiffness. It was still half-hard, and it seemed to be growing all over again, as if the thought of fucking her was enough to arouse him to a second cum.
"Oh, Mr. Mitchell, your cock is still hard!" Mary gushed. "You want to keep going, don't you? I hope so. I'm so horny I could die!"
Mary rose to her feet, wrapped her arms around his shoulders and gave him a long, tongue-sucking kiss. Hotly she ground her pussy onto his cock, feeling her cunt burn as it was touched by the cockhead through her jeans. Mary took a step back and fumbled with her belt.
"Look at my body, Mr. Mitchell. That'll keep you stiff. There's a lot more to me than just my tits!"
Mary undid her jeans and seductively slid them over her small, plump ass cheeks, down her long, tapering legs to the floor. Now all she had on was a leotard hanging from her waist, covering the thick-haired triangle of her pussy. Mary pulled it off slowly, delighted when Mitchell groaned at the sight of her dripping cunt. Then she lay on the floor on her back and spread her thighs wide, letting him look at the pouting lips of her horny fuck hole.
"Look at my pussy, Mr. Mitchell! Doesn't it look nice and juicy?" Mary slipped a hand between her milk-white thighs and shamelessly began to fingerfuck her aching cunt, thrusting a finger in and out of the clinging pink cunt slit. "My pussy's super tight, too. Why don't you suck it for me? Then your cock will get nice and stiff, and you can fuck me as much as you want."
Mitchell's cock grew longer and harder as he studied the mouth-watering curves of her teenage nakedness. Falling to his knees, he stretched out between her legs and thrust his hands under her thighs, cupping the peach-shaped cheeks of her ass. Then he groaned and dropped his head, burying his face in the pungent wetness of her cunt bush.
His tongue extended tentatively, touching the curly brown hairs that fringed her slit. Mitchell sighed as he tasted the unmistakable, cock-stiffening scent of cunt. Hungrily he started eating her cunt, swiping his tongue lovingly up and down her steaming pussy.
"Unggghhh! Yes, Mr. Mitchell! Oh yes . nnnggggg!" Mary's breathing quickened, and her head began to turn from side to side as his tongue brought pleasure to her pussy. "That's good now. You're making me horny! Ungghhh! Oh suck it�-�suck off my cunt!"
Mitchell's fingers tightened on her ass cheeks, kneading and milking the twin globes until the creamy flesh reddened under his hands. He moaned as he tasted her fuck juices. The wet pressure of his tongue made fuckjuice ooze from her pussy and mat the curly, fleecy hairs fringing her cunt.
One hand moved from her shivering ass cheeks, caressing her slender waist and belly, closing around the globe of her very big, firm tit. Mitchell milked it hard, rubbing his palm across her dusky-pink nipple until the rubbery bud stiffened against his skin. Shuddering, Mary began to hump her ass hotly off the floor.
"Awwwww, good, Mr. Mitchell! Suck my cunt!" She grabbed the back of his head and started bucking her hips much faster, grinding and fucking her cunt all over his face. "My pussy's so wet! Unggghhh! I can feel it, you're making me cum!"
Mitchell lapped her pussy eagerly, as if starved for the sweet-scented meat of her fuck hole. His big cock, completely stiff now, pulsed and throbbed between his stomach and the floor. His hand left her tit and dove between her thighs. Mary grunted as she felt his fingers enter the gushing slit of her cunt.
"Oh, that's right�-�fingerfuck me!" She wiggled her ass in unbearable ecstasy, repeatedly pulling his hair to draw more of his head between her spread-eagled thighs. "Ram `em in my cunt! Jack me off! Awwnnggghhh! Suck me haaard!"
Burying two fingers to the knuckles in her steaming pussy, Mitchell jacked off her cunt fast and hard. Mary whined as the wanton, tingling pleasure built deep inside her juicy cunt. Then Mitchell moved his lips to the top of her open pussy slit, teasing her aching, throbbing clit.
"Ohhhh, yesssss!" Mary gasped. As his tongue swiped her clit, she started humping her ass as fast as she could, grunting and squealing and hammering her blushing ass cheeks off the floor. "That's right, Mr. Mitchell! Eat it�-�eat my clit! Ungghh! Oh shit, oh fuck�-�cumming now�-�keep sucking me! I'm getting so fucking close!"
Mitchell glued his lips to her stiff clit and sucked it avidly, repeatedly rubbing his tongue over the ultra-sensitive, tip. His fingers dived in and out of her sopping pussy, massaging the inner walls of her cunt.
Mary humped her ass so hard that the thudding sound of her bucking filled the room. Then the spasms burned through her cunt, and she lost all control. Digging her fingernails into Mitchell's neck, she arched her back a full foot off the floor and thrust her hairy pussy onto his lips.
"Unh! Suck it! Unghhh! Suck my cunt! I'm cumming, Mr. Mitchell! Ooooooooh, shit, unggghhhhhhhh�-�I'm cuuummmiiinnnngggg!"
Furiously the spasms ravaged her teenage nakedness, making her groan and hump so deliriously that she nearly blacked out. Mitchell kept his face buried between her thighs, fingerfucking her as he continued to drink the pungent fuck juices that burned from her gurgling cunt.
When it was over, Mary collapsed in a sweating, satisfied heap on the floor. For a long time she lay there without thinking of anything, conscious only of the soothing sensations of after-cum that pumped luxuriously through her naked body. When she opened her eyes, it took her a moment to see that Mitchell was now crouching between her legs, his pulsing hard-on aimed at her buttery fuck hole.
"I'm going to fuck you now, Mary," he said hoarsely. His ordinarily urbane, effeminate features were composed in an expression of utter lust, more intense than Mary had ever expected to find in a such a man. "Please, Mary. You've made me so horny! If you don't let me fuck you, I'll have to jack off every night for a month!"
Mary giggled, spread her thighs farther apart and wiggled her ass into a good fucking position on the rug. "You don't have to worry about that, Mr. Mitchell. I'm not that kind of girl."
Wincing, Mitchell rotated his hips until the spongy cockhead of his drooling hard-on fit between the swollen, red lips of her pussy. Then he contracted his ass cheeks, gradually sliding the shaft of his cock into her enveloping cunt tunnel.
Mary became incredibly horny all over again as she felt his stiff cock sinking into her cunt. Her pussy was extremely sensitive after such a hard cum. She could feel every inch of his cum-swollen hard-on stretching her pussy walls as her cunt was stuffed with the warm, throbbing cock she craved.
Mitchell rammed his cock to the balls in her gushing pussy, sighing as he felt her fuck tunnel tighten wetly around all of his prick. Then he started fucking her, moving his ass, reaming out her hairy pussy slit with long, smooth strokes of his blood-engorged cock.
"Unggghhhh!" Mary half-shut her eyes and began to moan with pleasure as she felt the pistoning rhythm of his cock opening and closing her pussy with every thrust. "Oh, Mr. Mitchell. You're making me hot again. Oh Christ, oh yes . nnnggggg! Fuck me, Mr. Mitchell! Fuck my cunt!"
Mary pumped her ass eagerly off the floor, encouraging him to increase the intensity of his fucking. Her long legs came up, scissoring around the center of his heaving back. Skillfully she undulated her lithe hips to meet every satisfying thrust of his cum-oozing prick.
"I can't stand it," Mitchell groaned. "My balls . they're so full of cum. You've got the tightest pussy I've ever fucked."
"Harder, fuck me haaaard!" Mary clawed his shoulders and bounced her ass madly off the rug, consciously tightening her pussy muscles to increase the sucking pressure around his charging cock. "Please, I want you to make me cum again! Awwww, Mr. Mitchell! Love your cock so much!"
Grunting, Mitchell started fucking her as hard as he could. The jism oozed continually from his fat, spongy cockhead, mingling with her fuck juices to line the walls of her pussy with lubricating cream. Mary heard the smacking, gushing sounds as he poured his prick to her cunt, and they made her even hornier. She cried out in ecstasy as she pumped her little ass off the rug.
"Fuck meeeeeee!" she shrieked. Clutching Mitchell's torso, she lifted her ass off the floor and ground her cunt convulsively on his cock, feeling the shaft penetrating every pore of her pussy. "I'm cumming again! Keep doing it to me! Your cock is so big and thick!"
Mitchell pounded his cock heavily through the gripping walls of her fuck hole, moaning as his balls slapped the crack of her ass with every thrust. Mary tightened her thighs like a vise around his midsection. Their bellies slapped sweatily together as they fucked.
"I'm gonna pop my rocks," Mitchell whispered excitedly. "I can't hold it back any longer."
A gusher of cum flooded from Mitchell's swollen cockhead, instantly deluging her cunt tunnel with juice. It was followed by spurt after spurt of his salty white cum.
Mitchell humped her madly, pounding his squirting cock through the pouting lips of her hairy pussy. Mary moaned as she felt streams of jism splashing against the walls of her cunt. Then she was cumming too, humping and bucking and shrieking as the spasms burned deep inside her aching pussy.
"Fuck me, Mr. Mitchell! Oh yes, I love your cock�-�it's squirting in my pussy! Unggghhh! Oh fuck, I feel it now! Fuck me harder! Unggghhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh goddamn, nnnggggggggg! Cumming�-�I'm cuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmiiiiiinnnnnngggggg!"
The naked lovers fucked feverishly until Mary's cum subsided, and the load of Mitchell's cum had run out of her pussy onto the rug. Then they collapsed together in a happy, sweating heap, finished with fucking for the day.
Mary's body was filled with tingling, throbbing pleasure. Never before had she enjoyed such a delicious fuck. It was because he was older, she realized�-�it was almost like giving her pussy to her dear, departed father. Mary knew she'd be fucking many more middle-aged men from then on.
Chapter Six
"Why Doug, did you really like my casserole? What a wonderful thing to say! Here, give me a kiss!"
Doug was a tall, handsome, eighteen-year-old-halfback, well known around the high school for his athletic prowess. He was shy, however, in spite of his reputation. Nervously he glanced between Hank and Irene as she approached him for the kiss.
If Irene noticed any hesitation on his part, she ignored it. Wrapping her arms around his brawny shoulders, she tilted her head to meet his lips. There was no mistaking the meaning of the kiss. Hank could see her frenching him, thrusting her tongue in his mouth as she ground her stacked, cock-stiffening body onto his.
The three of them�-�Hank, Irene and Doug�-�were standing next to the kitchen table, having finished dinner. Hank had made the mistake of inviting him to supper. Now, as he watched him being ensnared in his mother's tentacles, he had trouble concealing his disgust. It was one thing for his mother to seduce his friends, but another thing entirely for her to do it in front of him.
She didn't have any shame anymore, he reflected. As little as a month ago Irene had at least had the decency to hem and haw before making a pass. Tonight she'd practically thrown herself at Doug while Hank was introducing him. All during dinner she'd kept it up, patting his thigh, showing off her body, kissing him just to be friends. It was a miracle Doug hadn't shot his cum right in his pants.
Irene finally broke the kiss, pushing herself away and smoothing her skin-tight black dress over the lush curves of her body. Her cheeks were flushed�-�a sure sign she was horny. Hank wanted to chuckle as he saw the hard-on throbbing in Doug's jeans.
"Well!" Irene stammered. "That certainly was an interesting dinner, wasn't it, boys? I wonder what we'll do now."
"We haven't played Monopoly in awhile," Hank suggested dryly.
"Lord, my back is killing me!" Irene winced as she rubbed an imaginary ache in her hip. "All that bending over a hot stove. I wish I could find someone who could give me a massage."
"I'll give you a massage, Mom," Hank said mischievously.
"No, Hank, you're just not .�" Irene interrupted the sentence to smile at Doug meaningfully. "Why don't you give me a massage, Doug? With those beautiful hands of yours, I'll bet you have a marvelous touch."
"Sure, Mrs. Sealy," Doug said, again glancing nervously at Hank. "Anything you want."
"Then follow me, darling. I swear, my back is simply killing me!"
Taking Doug's hand, Irene led him from the kitchen towards her bedroom. Hank watched them go and stood silently in the kitchen for several minutes, trying to distract himself with thoughts of school and football. But it was impossible. All he could think about was his mother fucking, the lust that made his cock ache with its stiffness along the inside of his leg.
Hank hesitated a moment longer. Then, cursing himself under his breath, he walked out of the kitchen door into the cool evening air. Another housewife lived nearby, Teresa Stone. Hank hadn't seen her in six months, but he could work off his balls in her pussy while he dreamed of his mother's cunt.
Meanwhile, Irene was with Doug.
"Mmmmmm, darling, you have a marvelous touch," Irene purred. "Rub a little lower, hmmm?"
Obediently, Doug moved his hands to the small of her back. His fingers trembled as he kneaded her feminine musculature; Irene could feel the shaking through his wrists and arms.
A wanton, secretive smile curled her lips. She was lying on her stomach on the bed, with Doug standing over her; she couldn't see his expression, but she was sure it was a mask of lust. She would have no trouble getting this young stud to fuck her.
"Am I doing it right?" Doug asked nervously. "I haven't done this much before."
"You're a natural, darling," Irene murmured. "Honestly, you have no idea how good a massage can make a woman feel. I'm hot and tingly all over."
Doug's hands trembled anew at her suggestive admission. Smiling, feeling her cunt burning with anticipation, Irene wiggled her ass irritably from side to side.
"Oh, this damn dress. It's too tight. Unzip me�-�would you, Doug? You can't really give a good massage through clothing, can you?"
"Uh, oh-okay, Mrs. Sealy. Sure."
Doug pulled the zipper down to the small of her back, then helped Irene wiggle out of the shoulder straps, bunching the dress at her waist. Now she was naked from the waist up except for her lacy white bra. Her tits were flattened as she lay on her belly. He could see the spongy flesh of the enormous globes bulging out on the sides of the cups.
"That's much better," Irene sighed. "Rub me some more, darling. It was feeling so good."
Doug's shaking hands returned to the now-naked vee of her ivory-skinned back. Irene purred and stole a quick glance at his pants. He had an enormous hard-on, she realized, and felt her pussy growing even wetter as she looked at it. It seemed that all of Hank's friends had exceptionally big pricks.
"Doug? Maybe you'd better unsnap my brassiere. I think it's getting in the way, too."
Doug undid the back clasp of her bra, then watched hungrily as Irene raised up to slide it out from under her enormous tits. He groaned softly as he saw the sides of her huge, spongy tits, and got a glimpse of her silver dollar-sized nipples.
"That's much better." Sighing, Irene rested her cheek on her folded arms. "Go ahead, darling. I can't tell you how nice and warm your hands make me feel. All over."
Doug massaged her back distractedly for another few minutes, obviously having trouble as his big cock throbbed and twitched painfully in his pants. Suddenly, without warning, Irene rolled on the bed. The next thing Doug knew he was staring directly at her huge, naked breasts.
"Do my front awhile, okay?" Smiling up at him, Irene took his wrists and placed his hands directly on her tits. "I get sore there, too. My breasts are so large, as you can plainly see. Sometimes they really hurt. My husband used to rub them down with oil once a week."
His breathing noticeably faster, Doug wrapped his fingers around her enormous tits. Tenderly he milked and kneaded the creamy-white globes, reddening as he felt her nipples stiffen against his palms. Irene whimpered unashamedly with need.
"Mmmmmm, Doug, that feels so wonderful. I don't know if I should tell you this, but you're beginning to make me extremely horny."
Doug was too flustered to say anything. For the first time Irene let herself stare directly at the huge bulge of his swollen cock.
"Why, darling! I see this has made you horny too! What a big hard-on you have!"
"I'm s-s-sorry," Doug stammered, blushing crimson. "I can't help it, Mrs. Sealy. You know how it is."
"There's nothing to apologize for, darling. A teenager has extreme sexual urges. You should have told me earlier. The least I can do is give you some relief."
Irene moved her hand slowly up his thigh, until her fingers touched the outline of his bloated cockhead. Doug shuddered and stopped rubbing her tits. Turning on her side, Irene squeezed his prick through his pants and pulled down the zipper, reaching into the opening to withdraw his naked cock.
"Why, darling, what a big cock you have!" Irene's eyes widened as she studied the naked cockshaft; she bounced and jerked with excitement as she squeezed his cock in her fist. "And it's so stiff, too! Look at the way your cum is dribbling out of the tip. Honestly, I'd think a magnificent boner like this would really hurt!"
Doug could only groan as his massive prick throbbed hotly in Irene's enveloping fingers. Giggling, Irene stroked her hand up and down the cock-shaft, watching more jism ooze from his dilated cum slit as she lightly beat his cock.
"Oh, lover, you really do have a huge cock," she purred. "My pussy's getting all wet just from stroking it. Don't you want me to do something to relieve you?"
"Y-y-yes," Doug stammered. "Please, Mrs. Sealy."
Giggling triumphantly, Irene rolled over and sat on the edge of the mattress. Doug stood before her with his purplish spongy cockhead twitching near her lips. Irene took his prick in both hands and rubbed it much harder, sighing as his cum lubricated her palms
"Don't worry, lover. I'll take care of your hard-on," she whispered. "Now it's time for me to massage you."
Rubbing and squeezing his stone-hard cock, Irene bent forward and rubbed the sensitive cockhead all over her face, sighing as the plentiful jism slicked her cheeks and chin. Then she extended her tongue and licked his fat cockhead, thrusting the tip of her tongue hard onto his cum slit.
"Ungghhh!" Doug grunted, his features contorting with lust. "Oh Mrs. Sealy, you don't know what you're doing to me! Unghhh! Oh, fuck!"
Irene pursed her lips on his cum slit, kissing the tip of his cock. Then she pushed her head forward, gradually widening her lips as she took the cockhead and inch after inch of the cockshaft into her wet, buttery mouth.
His cock tasted delicious to her, long and thick and as hard as iron. Irene swirled her tongue repeatedly around the sensitive flesh of the cockhead, lapping up the jism that drooled from his cum slit. Her nostrils flared, so she could breathe with his throbbing hard-on stuffing her throat.
Her lips pursed in a tight, suctioning circle around the center of the cockshaft. Irene started sucking Doug's cock extremely hard, puckering and bellowing her cheeks to increase the syrupy pressure around his aching prick.
"Unghh! Oh fuck, Mrs. Sealy!" Groaning with pleasure, Doug thrust his hands in her thick, dark hair. "That feels so good!" Helplessly he rocked his hips, thrusting the rosy stalk of his prick in and out of her lips. "My cock's never been this stiff! Suck it�-�oh Christ�-�suck my cock hard!"
Irene obediently intensified the pressure of her cock-sucking, caving in her cheeks sharply around the swollen thickness of his prick. Her fist tightened around the base of his cock; she jacked him off as she sucked on the cockhead, milking and tugging more of his prick into her mouth.
The more she sucked his prick, the hornier and wetter her pussy got. Irene had always loved giving blow jobs. She could practically feel the juices foaming in her hairy slit, as her cunt throbbed in expectation of the fucking she craved.
"Do you really like it, Doug?" Withdrawing his cock momentarily from her drooling lips, she rubbed his pulsing prick shamelessly all over her huge, jiggling tits. "Does that feel good, darling? I give good blow jobs, don't I? Do you want me to put your big prick back in my mouth and suck it some more?"
Unable to control himself, Doug took his cock in hand and jammed the cockhead back into her mouth. "Suck it," he pleaded. There was a desperate note in his voice, as if he couldn't bear the burning stiffness coursing through the cockshaft. "Aw, shit, Mrs. Sealy, you got me so horny. Please suck it. You got to make me cum."
Giggling triumphantly, Irene again engulfed his bursting cock deep down her throat. This time she sucked it harder than ever, wantonly allowing the gurgling, slurping sounds of a hot blow job to fill the bedroom. Her head bobbed, fucking her face with his aching cock.
"I'm gonna cum now!" Doug warned. He shuddered as he pulled his head closer to him, as he felt his load of jism churning in his nuts. "Oh Jesus, I can feel it now! I'm gonna pop my rocks! Suck my prick!"
Now Irene was dying to drink his cum. Smoothly beating his prick with her right hand, she dropped her left between his thighs and cupped his bloated balls. Tenderly she fondled the hairy sac, rolling the globes back and forth between her fingers. Her lips wetly massaged the veined shaft of his cock, sucking harder and harder, slipping her tongue around the knob to slurp up the juices burbling from his cum slit.
"Oh fuck it, Mrs. Sealy!" Doug gasped. His expression contorted as his cock swelled to total, wildly throbbing stiffness, and he felt the explosion of cum welling up in his balls. "Any second! Oh fuck . fuck it . ahhhhhh .�"
An incredible stream of jism gushed from the tip of his prick, shooting like a fountain down Irene's throat. Doug moaned and convulsively pistoned his hips. The first shot was followed by squirt after squirt of his salty, milky cum.
Irene tasted the first explosion of jism and immediately started sucking, frantically working her throat muscles to gulp down every drop. But she knew that there was nothing like a horny teenage boy for cumming buckets.
Again and again the jism spewed from the twitching, jerking cocktip, until it seemed impossible that his balls could hold so much jism. Irene couldn't slurp down so much cum. It filled her mouth and puffed out her cheeks, dribbling out of the corner of her lips around his pumping hard-on, running luridly down her chin.
"Oh, Douglas!" Irene gushed. When the last of his cum had oozed from the knob, she took his cock out of her mouth and stared adoringly at the rubbery, slimy shaft of cock. "You really were horny, weren't you? I don't think I've ever swallowed so much cum!"
"I couldn't help it," Doug murmured. "It felt good."
"Oh, lover, don't apologize," Irene cooed. She continued to tug and milk his half-stiff cock, unable to give up the feel of his rubbery prick on her fingers. "A woman loves a man who shoots a big load. It just amazes me that you had so much cum down there to give me. Don't you ever jack off, darling? It's not healthy for a growing boy to keep his needs bottled up inside him."
Doug muttered something unintelligible and bowed his head, obviously too embarrassed to admit how little sexual experience he'd enjoyed with girls his own age. But his cock swelled in excitement at Irene's lewd language. Soon his big prick was again as hard as a rock, throbbing stiffly with its engorgement of cum and blood as she held it in her fist.
Irene's hairy pussy mound was instantly deluged with fresh wetness. All she could think of now was taking this boy's massive hard-on into the snug depths of her cunt. Rising momentarily from the bed, she stripped the dress off completely, exposing her lithe hips and long, slender legs, leaving herself naked except for her panties and high-heeled shoes.
Doug stared at her voluptuous body with wide, hungry eyes. Irene stretched out on her back on the bed, spreading her legs so he could see her pussy curls peeking out from the sides of her panty crotch. Then she skinned them down her shapely, creamy thighs and kicked them to the floor, baring the hair-fringed fissure of her dripping, horny cunt.
"Fuck me, Doug," she said evenly. Irene spread her legs wide and planted the stiletto heels onto the bed. She slid her hand between her thighs and wantonly fingerfucked her aching pussy as she waited for his cock. "Don't you see what you've done to me? My cunt's so wet and hot. Why don't you make it feel better and put that fat prick of yours where it belongs?"
Doug managed to pause long enough to strip off the rest of his clothes, making Irene's pussy burn harder than ever as she studied his lean, muscled nakedness. Then he climbed onto the bed and crouched between her sweating thighs, lowering his hips until he felt the mushroomed cockhead press into the slit of her pussy.
"Unggghh! Oh yes, Doug, oh yes! Unggghhh!" Irene bit her lip and twisted her ass, trying to help his cockhead into her pussy. "Shove it into me, lover! Awww, don't make me wait! Ram that cock up my cunt!"
Doug took a moment to calm himself, panting as he felt her pussy lips sucking wetly around the tip of his cock. His cockhead went into her cunt, then several inches of the cockshaft. Then he gasped and started bucking on top of her, slipping the meaty inches of his hard-on into her squeezing, buttery cunt.
"Oooooh, lover!" Irene squealed as she felt his stiffened prick boring into her and felt the walls of her fuck tunnel separating around the invading cockshaft. Tossing her long legs around his back, she humped her ass off the bed in a wanton frenzy of desire. "Your cock feels so good inside me! Fuck me with it, fuck my cunt!"
Doug kept humping, groaning every time another inch of his prick was encased in the juicy, steaming sheath of her clinging pussy. Soon he had all of his cock buried inside her hairy fuck hole.
He paused on top of her, letting her pussy muscles knead and milk his throbbing prick. Then he started fucking her, fast and hard. His lean ass cheeks contracted rhythmically as he rammed his bloated hard-on in and out of her cunt.
Irene swiftly fell into the rhythm of his fucking, wildly humping her ass to meet every stroke, feeling their bellies slap every time she lifted her cunt to his driving cock. "Harder, Doug!" She held onto his shoulders, digging her nails into his back muscles to spur the intensity of his strokes. "Unh unh�-�feels so good now! Unh�-�fuck me�-�unh harder�-�oh Doug, harder�-�fuck my cunt as hard as you can!"
Entranced, Doug watched her huge tits dance and jiggle with the rhythm of his big cock driving into her pussy. He fondled them as he fucked her, pinching the nipples and rolling the spongy, milk-white globes under his palm.
Irene squealed with fresh pleasure. Her tits were extremely sensitive, but it was awkward for Doug to suck them in the missionary fucking position. And it had been a long time since she'd fucked with the man on the bottom.
"Roll over, Doug," she panted. "I want to get on top of you."
Doug was too horny to stop fucking her for even an instant. "But Mrs. Sealy .�"
"I said roll over!"
Irene twisted, forcing Doug onto his wide. Obediently the teenage boy flopped onto his back, taking Irene with him. The next thing she knew she was over him, with her knees on the bed to either side of his hips and her curly-haired pussy stuffed with the thick root of his prick.
"Oh, Doug!" In her new position even more of his cock seemed to fill her cunt; she could feel all of his prick throbbing hotly deep inside her body. "Unhhh, Douglas!" Irene began to grind her hips again, rhythmically pumping her drenched pussy up and down on his cock. "Your prick feels even bigger than before! Ooooooh, you're making me cum too! Fuck me, lover! Move your ass!"
Fascinated, Doug watched her enormous tits sway and bounce over his chest. His hands moved up her slender torso, palming the free-swinging tits in either hand. Again he bucked between her thighs, thrusting up his cock to meet the frantic downward strokes of her engulfing cunt tunnel.
"Haaarder, fuck me haaard!" Irene pleaded. Every inch of her pussy was throbbing now, burning and oozing fuck juices as the pink cunt clung to Doug's big cock. "Your prick's rubbing my clitty, lover! Awwww shit, it feels so good! Please keep fucking me�-�you're making me cum!"
Irene bent over him, so that she could slam her hot ass more swiftly and nimbly on the satisfying length of his cock. Her pendulous tits swung over his face. Doug caught one fat, stiff, rosy nipple between his lips and started sucking it hard, making Irene groan with fresh pleasure.
Then he grabbed her ass cheeks and helped her in her humping motions, forcing her up and down on his drooling, twitching cock. Irene panted and pistoned her ass in a blur. Then they were fucking as hard as possible, jarring each other's bones as Doug's swollen cock sank deeper into her clinging, sucking pussy with every stroke.
"It's coming up again, Mrs. Sealy," Doug groaned. "Can't . unh . can't hold my wad any longer!"
"Cum in me!" Irene shrieked. "Ahhhhh lover�-�your cock is so fucking huge! Cum in me, fill my pussy with your jism! I'm cumming too!"
Returning his lips to her stiff nipple, Doug sucked it so hard that his teeth cut into the pillowy white flesh of her tit. He delivered short, savage lunges into her gushing pussy, until his cock was lodged to the depths in the madly-sucking sheath of her cunt.
A second load of jism blasted out of his cockhead, pumping her pussy full of cum. It wasn't as big as the first load he'd squirted down her throat, but Irene could tell by the way the spurts splashed inside her cunt that it was still exceptionally large.
Furiously the white gushers spewed from his cockhead, filling her pussy and dribbling out of the hairy slit around his pumping, squirting cock. Irene felt that familiar itch tingle and burn deep inside her loins. Then she was cumming too, feverishly fucking her cunt on his cock.
"Cumming now!" She was so excited that her asshole throbbed as the cum swept through her pussy. Violently her cunt muscles contracted, milking the last reservoirs of jism from Doug's balls. "Ungghhh! Oh God, you fucker! Nnnnnngggg cumming, Doug, fuck me, kill my pussy with your cock! Mnnn! Oh shit�-�oh, fucking�-�unh�-�unh�-�unnnnnnnn�-�cuuummmiiinnngggg!"
Irene had an incredible capacity for fucking, but this cum was so intense that even she couldn't take it. She blacked out, shutting her eyes and losing all conscious thought as her body continued to move in overdrive, slamming her hairy, gushing pussy onto his cock.
When she came to a minute later, she lay on her back in the middle of the mattress with her legs spread wide and Doug's cum dripping out of her cunt slit. Doug had taken his cock out of her pussy. He now knelt between her thighs, hungrily lapping up the fuck cream that dripped from her ravaged pussy.
"Oh, Douglas, you don't have to do that," Irene whispered groggily, blinking her eyes. "You already made me cum so hard. You can rest."
"I want to," Doug murmured. "It tastes good!"
Cupping her ass cheeks, he went back to his sucking. Irene sighed, kept her legs spread and relaxed on the bed. She was too tired to feel anything at first. If Doug wanted to eat her cunt, she could let him have his way while she rested.
But Doug was very good at sucking pussy, even though he couldn't have had much training at his age. Eagerly his tongue swiped up and down her pink, pouting pussy slit, tickling her stiff clit with every stroke. Then he thrust two fingers into the depths of her cunt, jacking her off as he licked her clit.
"Ungghhhh!" Irene opened her eyes and smiled wantonly, beginning to respond to the pressure of his cunt sucking. "Oh, Doug .�" Her ass began to wriggle and grind, thrusting her pussy onto his tongue. "You're good at that." She grabbed his hair, pulling his face into her wet, reeking pussy.
Doug looked up at her with a proud smile. "I'm pretty good at it, aren't I?"
"Just suck me," Irene demanded, pulling his mouth back onto her cunt. "Unggghhh! That's right, do my clit! Oh fuck, Doug! Unhhhh! You're making me cum!"
Doug glued his lips to her clit, sucking it hard. Irene started to think guiltily of her children, as she often did when fucking a boy in her house. But the intense pressure on her clit made her forget. Whining, she held Doug's head and bucked her ass furiously, fucking her cunt all over his face.
Chapter Seven
Teresa Stone was an attractive woman for her forty years, a short, big-titted redhead with only a few laugh lines marring her otherwise lovely face. But like Gilda�-�like all housewives Hank had fucked in the suburban neighborhood�-�she was desperately horny and lonely.
Teresa had been married for fifteen years to a husband who had given her a nice home and two children in their early teens. Unfortunately, this husband was now past fifty, and his idea of a hot sex life was a lackadaisical fuck performed once a month.
Teresa was as horny as Gilda, even hornier in many ways. Hank hadn't fucked her for months, but she'd been after him constantly since then for a fuck session. He thought, as he walked to her house, that she would sacrifice anything for another taste of his prick, no matter how outlandish the request.
He found her in the kitchen when he arrived, washing the dishes of a late supper. Her long, red hair fell about her shoulders. She wore an apron over an ordinary house dress. Her husband and children were playing cards in the dining room, less than ten feet away, on the other side of the door.
Hank entered silently through the back door. With his stiff prick leading the way, he tiptoed across the kitchen's linoleum floor and stood behind the unknowing Teresa as she apathetically scoured a pot. Then he put one hand over her mouth so she wouldn't scream. His other hand covered the front of her apron, hungrily squeezing her tits.
"Hi, Teresa. Surprised to see me, huh?"
Teresa started to squeal in surprise, but Hank wouldn't let her go until she calmed down. Finally he released her, and stood back grinning as she spun to confront him with a flushed, nervously excited face.
"Hank! Oh my God!" Teresa shot a quick glance at the light on the other side of the door. "What are you doing here now?! Don't you know my husband and my children are out there this moment?!"
"Aw, what's the matter?" Hank asked mischievously. "I thought you were so horny you wanted to fuck me any time I could make it."
"Not so loud!" Teresa hissed, though he had only whispered the words. "Hank, why did you have to come now? You've got to get out of here. My husband would kill me if he .�"
"Aw, Teresa, don't you want my cock?"
Smiling knowingly, Hank rubbed the swollen bulge of his hard-on through his pants. Teresa immediately faltered, as he'd known she would. Lowering her eyes, she stared with helpless hunger at his enormous prick.
"You know you want it, Teresa. Think of how big and stiff my cock is. Remember how you used to love to suck it? Why don't we go into the laundry room, honey? I'll let you give me a blow job until you drown in cum."
"Hank, you've got to get out of here," Teresa repeated. But even as she spoke the words she was staring straight at his hard cock, and Hank knew he had his battle won. "My husband . oh God, why do you have to do this to me? Why couldn't you have come at another time?"
"Let's go to the laundry room, honey," he said and pulled his zipper halfway down. He wore no underwear. Teresa's eyes widened as she saw the curly hairs surrounding the thick, hard root of his prick.
"I . I've got to do the dishes," Teresa whispered. Her nipples had stiffened noticeably. She rubbed her thighs hornily together as she stood before him. Hank was positive he could smell her moistening cunt. "You . you've got to get out of here. They'll catch us. You know they will .�"
Hank pulled his zipper all the way down, reached into the opening and pulled out his huge, naked, pulsing cock. Teresa actually started panting at the sight of it. Her mouth sagged open, as if she were in a trance. Repeatedly she moistened her full lips with her tongue.
"Look at my prick, honey. See how big it is? I think it's grown since the last time you sucked it." Hank wrapped his fist around his oversized cock and started jacking himself off. "Mmmmmm, that's nice. My cock feels so hot and stiff. Don't you want to give me a nice blow job, Teresa? I'll bet my cock would grow even more if you sucked it."
Her husband's laughter from the den startled Teresa out of her reverie. Quickly she glanced at the kitchen door, then returned her smoldering eyes to Hank's enormous prick. She was shaking visibly, he saw, as if her inward struggle would tear her apart.
"You fucker," she whispered hoarsely. "I hate you, you fucker. I hate your goddamn guts!"
Then she lunged at him, opening her mouth in a shameless attempt to bury his prick down her throat. Hank muffled a chuckle and backed away from her. He practically had to race her to the laundry room before she could get her lips on his prick.
The laundry room was a small, windowless, cement-floored cubbyhole at the rear of the house, just behind the kitchen, filled almost completely by an expensive new washer and dryer. A huge pile of freshly washed clothes, blankets and sheets sat under the left wall.
Hank fell backwards onto the pile of clothes, simultaneously pulling his jeans down to his ankles to completely free his rock-hard prick. Teresa kicked the door shut behind her and dove at him like a wild woman, immediately taking his swollen cock deep down her throat.
"Jesus, Teresa, take it easy!" Hank said humorously, looking down at her bobbing mane of red hair. "I'll let you suck it, don't worry. You don't have to make me cum in the next thirty seconds."
But Teresa was not to be dissuaded. Now that she had made the decision to suck his cock, risking discovery, divorce and assault in the process, she was determined to yield completely to the cravings that had tortured her for so many months. All she wanted to do was gulp down the cum her lips would make gush from Hank's balls.
Feverishly she sucked his cock, wasting no time in teasing licks or strokes. One second she took his cock into her mouth and the next she was sucking it as hard as she could.
Her lips clamped violently around the veined stiffness of his cockshaft, puckering her cheeks so sharply that golf balls could have fit into the indentations. The pressure of her wet mouth around his hard-on was almost unbearably intense. Glancing down, Hank saw the flushed, horny, single-minded expression that had contorted her face. She whimpered like a hungry baby as she wantonly sucked his cock.
"God damn, Teresa!" Hank felt the hardness building in the root of his prick, felt more jism churning in his big, hairy balls. Wincing, he began to pump his hips, fucking her face with his rigid cock. "Jesus, can you give me a blow job! Unhh! Oh yeah, keep sucking my cock, just like that! My prick's so fucking hard! You're gonna make me shoot!"
Teresa only slurped and gurgled and gulped and sucked in response, so frantically that Hank wondered if the wet sounds of her delirious blow job might be heard by her husband in the den. Her mouth was so wet with spit that it ran freely from the corner of her lips, mingling with his drooling cum until even the root of his cock was slick with juice.
Sucking with a constant, savage pressure, Teresa pushed her head farther down. Hank watched in fascination as inch after inch of his cock pushed down her throat. Her lips were stretched to bursting as they engulfed the steely stiffness of his cock.
Then it was all the way in, the base of his prick pulsing between her lips, her nose nestled in the curly hairs of his cock. Teresa tightened her throat muscles, pressurizing every inch of his prick at once. Hank winced as his balls ached with their growing load of cum.
"Unhhhh, Teresa! That's right, suck on it! Ahhhh! I'm gonna blow my wad! Suck, uh, suck unh unh unh .�"
Pulling her hair, Hank began to violently fuck her face with his cock. It was an act too brutal for most women, but he knew Teresa would love it, and she did. Gurgling and moaning, the horny housewife bobbed her head to meet the pistoning thrusts of his cum-oozing prick.
He fucked her face for nearly a minute, until Teresa's full lips were chafed and raw from the tireless energy of her cock-sucking. Then she dropped her hands between his thighs, determined to make his jism spurt. One hand fondled his aching balls. The other twisted between his ass cheeks and thrust deep inside his asshole, wantonly massaging the rubbery tube.
"Teresa, you cunt!" Hank groaned. His body shook convulsively on the pile of laundry. His asshole gripped her finger, and his prick spasmed violently in her mouth. "Unh! Oh fuck, honey, here it cummmsss .�"
Gobs and spurts of hot cum cascaded out of his cockhead, spraying Teresa's mouth with jism. Teresa tasted the saltiness of his jism and feverishly sucked his cock harder than ever, working her throat muscles to gulp down every drop.
It was a very big cum, racking Hank's prick and balls as spurt after spurt of jism flooded from the bloated, pulsing cockhead. But Teresa was horny enough to swallow it all. She refused to release his cock for nearly a minute afterwards, swirling her tongue repeatedly around the still-stiffened flesh to see if she'd missed even a drop of his cum.
"Come on, let it up for air," Hank muttered. "That's enough, Teresa. It's starting to hurt."
Reluctantly, Teresa let his throbbing prick slide with a wet, popping sound from the grip of her lips. Now that she no longer had his prick in her mouth, Hank could see by her expression how truly horny she was. She looked like she'd kill just to get his cock in her pussy.
"You're going to fuck me now, Hank," she said, in a soft steady voice. "Right here, right on the laundry. My hubby will be wondering what got his nice sheets so dirty. God only knows, I never get them dirty with him."
"Teresa, you are such a horny bitch!"
Reaching under her dress, Hank rubbed her pussy through the crotch of her pantyhose. Though he knew how hungry she was for a fuck, he was still shocked to find it so sopping, reeking wet. Her fuck juices had soaked her hose half way down her plump thighs.
"Aw, Hank, fuck me!" Teresa pleaded. Shamelessly she dry-humped her hairy cunt mound on his hand, simultaneously milking his prick to keep it hard as stone. "Don't make me wait anymore. We don't have all day. Just fuck me hard and make me cum."
"Then get on your hands and knees, honey. And pull off those fucking hose."
Squealing delightedly, Teresa swiveled quickly into the dog-fucking position on the laundry. She lifted her dress and apron to her waist, exposing the soft, rounded cheeks of her ass. Then she started to pull down the pantyhose, but she wasn't fast enough for Hank's tastes. He grabbed the elastic and simply shredded them from her body, ripping them to her toes and pulling off her shoes and tossing the rags into a corner, leaving her naked from the waist down.
"Hank, for God's sake! That was a new pair."
Holding his throbbing hard-on in his fist, Hank crouched between her thighs and aimed his cockhead toward the drooling lips of her hairy, swollen pussy. "You know you don't care," he whispered.
Teresa started to squeal another protest, but her words died the moment she felt Hank's spongy cockhead on the slit of her cunt. A violent shudder passed through her body. She stiffened and quivered in the doggie position, waiting impatiently for the invasion of his prick.
Teasing her, Hank rubbed his rosy knob up and down the gushing mouth of her fuck hole. Teresa whimpered and started to hump her ass. Then he fit it into her, and then he rammed forward, stabbing all of his prick into her buttery cunt in one thrust.
"Unggghhh!" Teresa gasped. Her cheeks flushed brightly as she felt her pussy being invaded, stuffed to the hilt by Hank's huge cock. Then her lips curled into a lascivious smile of utter lust and relief. "Oh, Hank! Oh God, your cock really has grown! It's huge now! It feels so good! It's been so long . fuck me, Hank . fuck me hard .�"
Clawing the sheets she had worked so hard to wash and bleach that morning, Teresa started humping so fast that her ass became a blur, rhythmically pumping her pussy onto Hank's cock. Hank sighed as her cunt muscles clasped tenderly around the blue-veined stiffness of his prick. His prick was growing even harder inside her pussy. Already she was bringing him close to another cum.
Hank tore open her blouse, thrusting his hands under the apron top to wrap his fingers tightly around her big tits through her bra. The nipples were large and very hard, protruding through the lacy white cups. Then he started fucking her, contracting his ass cheeks and pounding his throbbing cock deeper and deeper into her cunt.
"Awww, Hank!" Teresa squealed. She started to cry out in ecstasy, but bit her lip so her groans and whimpers wouldn't be overheard by her husband. "Keep fucking me!" Expertly she pistoned her hips, meeting every stroke of his cock with an upward thrust of her hairy cunt. "Oh Hank, don't ever stop! Your cock feels so good inside my pussy! Ungghhh! Harder, you're making me cum! Fuck me haaard!"
Suddenly Hank felt hornier than he'd been in months. The utter power he had over this lonely, sex-starved housewife, the knowledge that he could make her do anything for a taste of prick . Hank's cock swelled enormously, until the cockshaft was as stiff as iron and his balls were bloated painfully with cum.
Tightening his grip on her tits, Hank started fucking her as hard as he could. Teresa grunted obscenely as her pussy was pleasured by the intensification of his fucking speed. Hank felt the fuck cream pouring out of her cunt, lubricating his massive cock as he viciously reamed the pouting, pink lips of her burning fuck tunnel.
"Haaarder, Hank!" Teresa cried. Her voice was nearly loud enough now to be heard through the house, but she was past the point of caring. Sweat glistened on her body as she frantically tried to hump fast enough to meet her young stud's fucking thrusts. "You're making me cum now! Aw Jesus, love your huge cock! Fuck me with it! Unh unh unh unh unh .�"
Hank could feel the pungent wetness gushing from the depths of her cunt, the contractions of her pussy muscles that told him she was about to cum. Milking her ripe tits, he slammed his cock into her pussy with all the energy he had left, making her ass cheeks jiggle with the jarring thrusts into her buttery cunt.
"Cumming, Hank!" Teresa moaned. She squealed and grunted and bucked madly, pistoning her hips as if she lived only for the delicious, penetrating stiffness of his cock. "Unggghhh! It's coming up now�-�oh yes, it's so fantastic! Fuck meeeee! Unghhh! Oh Jesus, oh shit . nnnggggg . cuuummmiiinnnngggg!"
The spasms coursed violently through her ravaged pussy, making her nipples ache and her clit throb and her cunt tunnel tighten with an intense, spasmodic pressure around Hank's big cock. The tightness of her cumming pussy was so exquisite that Hank nearly dropped his load. But he managed to hold it in, savagely fucking her cunt as the spasms pumped through her fuck hole again and again.
When her cum finally subsided, Teresa was whispering as deliriously as if she'd been in shock. Hank pulled his cock out of her, wincing as he felt the painful, tingling hardness shooting through his cockshaft.
Teresa was too exhausted to protest as he pushed her flat onto her belly on the sheets. His hands dug into her soft, plump ass cheeks. He spread them wide apart, revealing the pink, puckered ring of her asshole.
"Oh Hank," Teresa murmured drunkenly. "What's the matter, lover, didn't you cum? You want to fuck some more?"
"Sure do, honey. I just want to do it a different way this time, that's all."
Hank held his pulsing hard-on tightly in his fist.
Then he lowered himself slowly, until the knob pushed directly onto the rubbery circle of her asshole.
Teresa whimpered but did nothing else, too tired and happy after fucking to guess what he had in mind. Then Hank buried his spongy cockhead into the wet heat of her ass tunnel. Opening her eyes wide, Teresa immediately tried to wriggle out from under his body.
"No," she whispered. There was fear in her voice, and Hank remembered the pain she'd suffered the last time he'd fucked her in the ass. "Please, Hank, you know I don't like it that way. Put your cock back in my pussy where it belongs."
Hank ignored her. He was intoxicated by the power he had over her, thrilled to realize that she would willingly become his slave for sex. He could fuck her asshole as often as he liked, or make her give him ten blow jobs daily. She might protest, but she'd do whatever he asked if he'd keep on feeding her his prick.
Now her puckered asshole lips felt tight and good around the bloated knob of his cock. Hank paused for a moment, mercifully allowing her ass tunnel to adjust to the size of his meat. Then he started pushing down, bucking and grinding his ass, forcing inch after inch of his blood-gorged cock into the furnace-like heat of her asshole.
Teresa's cheeks flushed brightly. Her expression contorted obscenely with pain. "Hank, stop it!" Desperately she writhed and shook beneath him, trying to free herself from the stabbing impalement of his cock. "Awwww, you fucker, you're killing me with it! Take your cock out of me! It hurts!"
"You know you're going to love it, Teresa. Just like last time. Remember?"
Hank kept bucking, sighing as he felt her deliciously tight asshole enveloping more and more of his prick. Then it was all the way in, buried to the balls between her jiggling, peach-shaped cheeks.
Teresa groaned and stopped protesting. Biting his lip, Hank pulled out his prick until only the mushroom-shaped crown separated the ravaged lips of her asshole sphincter. Then he sank it all the way back in again, and then he started fucking her, reaming out her little ass tunnel with long, steady thrusts of his meaty cock.
"Unhhhh," Teresa moaned. Her agonized expression changed slightly, until Hank could see a growing pleasure on her face. Her hips rocked almost imperceptibly, lifting her asshole for more of his cock. "Oh, Hank . hate you, you fucker. Stop it . nnnnn . oh yes, take it out .�"
"You like it now, baby," Hank replied knowingly. "Why don't you just admit it?"
Again squeezing her tits, Hank fucked her asshole as hard as he could. Teresa stiffened and buried her head in her hands, as if desperately trying to suppress the growing pleasure she took in his sodomy. Then she gave up and started fucking him back, humping her ass in time with the downward thrusts of his cock.
"Hank, you bastard!" she whined. "Fuck me, ohhh God, you're right, I love it! Harder, you fucker! Unggghhh! Kill my asshole, kill it with your big, beautiful prick."
Panting, Hank fucked her asshole harder with every stroke. His cock was sinking more deeply into her now; the puckered, rubbery lips of her anal sphincter were stretched as they sucked his pistoning cockshaft. He could feel the jism building in his hanging balls. Within the minute he was going to shoot.
"Keep fucking me!" Teresa squealed excitedly. "Oh Hank, you're right, I love it up my ass! Nnnngggg! You're making me cum again, lover! Your prick is so big! Kill me with your huge cock!"
Thrusting her hand under her torso, Teresa shamelessly fingerfucked her dripping cunt. Hotly her thumb rubbed his distended clit, as her finger sloshed through the swamp-like wetness of her open, hairy cunt. The pressure on her pussy made her asshole suck madly around his cock. Hank felt the cum churning, and knew he was getting off.
"Oh shit, Teresa." Shuddering, he collapsed on top of her, slamming his throbbing cock to the hilt in her buttery asshole. "I'm popping my wad, honey." His big cock pulsed violently deep inside her ass. "Ah yes, here it cummsss .�"
Gusher after gusher of cum shot from the rosy crown of his prick, flooding her asshole with salty, white juice. Hank couldn't control his spurts. They kept gushing explosively from his open cum slit, spurred on by the sucking pressure of Teresa's asshole as the powerful muscles contracted around his twitching, jerking cock.
"I'm making it, Hank!" Teresa cried. She humped her ass like a bitch in heat, grunting as the spasms shot through her pussy and asshole at once. "Fuck me, you bastard! Unnghhh! Fuck my asshole! Oh God, Hank! Ahhhhhhh cumming�-�I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg!"
Hank lay on the cushion of her spongy ass cheeks, keeping his huge hard-on buried in her asshole as the cum ravaged her nakedness again and again. But he was not happy, even though his balls were completely drained of cum.
There was no denying it anymore. All the women he fucked�-�the older, lonely housewives who would mortgage their homes just to suck his dick�-�they were just substitutes for the woman he wanted most. His mother.
Chapter Eight
A month passed. Irene continued to spread her legs for the teenage boys she craved, seducing paper boys and delivery boys to fill her need for young, stiff cock. Hank angrily continued to satiate his lust with horny neighborhood housewives, desperately suppressing the incestuous fantasies he considered too depraved to turn into reality.
His sister Mary, however, did more fucking than either of them. Now that she realized her attraction for older men, she wanted to give her pussy to as many of them as she could. The cums she experienced with them were incredibly intense. It was like she was fucking her own dad.
Nearly every day she stopped on her way home from school to suck Mr. Mitchell's prick, just as she'd promised. But she also fucked the mailman, a mechanic, a traveling salesman, even a real estate broker who picked her up hitch-hiking. Mary didn't care if she earned a slut's reputation. Nothing felt better than a mature man's big, fat cock pumping in and out of her little cunt.
One of her favorite fucks was her high school English teacher, whom she'd seduced one day after class. Walter Kindrell was a slender, studious-looking man in his mid-thirties, with a pair of horn-rimmed glasses that always fogged whenever he buried his face between her thighs to suck her cunt.
Walter seemed to have a special appetite for licking hot teenage pussy, and he also had a cock that was exceptionally long and thick. Mary enjoyed fucking him more than any of the other men she knew. They got together regularly in his classroom, and a couple of times they'd fucked in his apartment on the other side of town.
But he'd never sucked or fucked her in her own bedroom, nor had he ever suggested that they fuck there when her mother and brother were out. For that reason Mary was doubly surprised when he paid her an unexpected visit there one late Friday night.
It was midnight or so, and Mary lay under the quilt on her bed, studying the moonlight that pierced the darkness of the small, pretty bedroom she'd lived in for as long as she could remember. She was practically naked under the covers, wearing only a transparent negligee that barely covered her pussy hairs. When Walter entered, she was busily jacking off, sighing as she fingerfucked the moistened lips of her cunt slit.
Mary fucked and sucked nearly every day, but she still enjoyed fingering her pussy too much to give up the habit. Every night she did it to herself before she went to sleep, thinking of the cock of the man who turned her on the most. Tonight it was Bobby, a skinny, wire-haired forty-year-old who owned an ice cream parlor downtown.
Mary hadn't fucked him yet, but she wanted to.
"Sock it to me, Bobby," she whispered, over and over again as she humped her ass off the mattress and pounded her fingers in and out of her pussy. Mary liked to talk dirty to herself whenever she jacked off.
"That's right, Bobby," she purred. "Of course I'm a virgin. Isn't my pussy tight enough? Don't you want to make me a woman?"
Her pussy was pulsing now, oozing so much fuck juice that the insides of her soft, shapely young thighs were damp. Mary rubbed her swollen clit with one hand and kneaded her big tits with the other.
"Oh, Bobby, what a big cock you have. I never would have guessed you were so well endowed. Do you want me to suck it for you? Oh, Bobby, you're so impatient. All right, if you insist. You can fuck me . yes, Bobby . fuck me as hard as you want .�"
Madly excited by her soliloquy, Mary humped her ass so feverishly that the bed groaned and creaked. She was just about to cum when an unexpected voice broke her concentration.
"Bobby, huh? Don't tell me you're cheating already, Mary. Or isn't my cock enough to keep you satisfied?"
Yelping with surprise, Mary turned her head toward the voice. It was Walter! His torso was silhouetted in the window, illuminated just enough by the moon so that Mary could see his lustful, toothy smile. Apparently he'd climbed the rickety flower trellis to her second-story window.
"I couldn't help myself," Walter said, answering the unasked question as he climbed through the window into the room. "I was all alone, and I got to thinking about you, and my cock got so stiff I couldn't stand it anymore. Jacking off isn't good enough. Not when I could have a beautiful young thing like you."
"But, Walter, my Mom might still be up," Mary replied, smiling at him as he crossed to the bed. "You don't want to be caught, do you? Remember my age."
"We won't make too much noise, honey. Besides, I'll risk a statutory rape charge any day for a sweet pussy like yours."
Flinging the covers to the foot of the bed, Walter stared hungrily at Mary's stacked, teenage nakedness. Mary giggled teasingly and crossed her arms over her big tits. But the hem of the negligee was matted to her wet cunt hairs, and the smell of pussy permeating the room told Walter that she'd been jacking off.
"Why, you've been masturbating, haven't you, little girl?" Walter climbed into the bed with her, crouching between her thighs. Mary could see his big hard-on pulsing through his slacks. "You'll have to be punished for that .�"
Walter pushed the nightie up to her tits, completely exposing her rounded ass cheeks and the hairy triangle of her wet cunt. He groaned at the sight of her pouting, pink pussy slit, glistening with her fuck juices, waiting for his tongue. Then he simply buried his head between her thighs and started sucking her cunt like a hungry animal, thrusting his tongue deeply between the lust-swollen lips.
"You're gonna get me all excited, Walter," Mary said warningly. "I'll start screaming. You know I always do that when I'm horny."
Walter didn't care. He'd crossed town, risked arrest and a broken leg to climb the trellis to her room, just for a taste of her cunt. They'd only been fucking for a few weeks, but he'd already confessed that he loved the taste of her sweet young pussy more than anything else in the world.
Sloppily he tongued her fur-fringed cunt, swiping his thick tongue quickly up and down the small, tight slit. Mary shuddered as the wet heat started to throb and grow deep inside her fuck hole. She humped her ass lightly off the mattress, hearing it creak as she ground her burning cunt onto his lips.
"Oh, Walter, you really know how to get to a girl, don't you? Unggghhh! Oh fuck, that feels so good. Keep sucking me, Walter! You make my pussy so wet. Suck my cunt."
Walter was too busy eating her pussy to acknowledge her request. Thrusting his hands under her ass cheeks, he dug his fingers tightly into the small, spongy globes. He tried to hold her ass down to restrain her humping movements, but it was impossible. The more he sucked, the more Mary bucked, feverishly fucking her pussy all over his face.
"Ahhh, Waaaalter! You're making me so hot!" Her cheeks were flushed now, her expression an obscene grimace. Mary held her English teacher's thinning hair and shook her head mindlessly back and forth. "Ungghhh! that's right, do it on my clit. Lick it for me . oh Walter, you're so good at that! Ungghhh! Oh suck it�-�eat me you bastard, unh unh unh unh unh .�"
Mary writhed on the mattress, making her big tits jiggle and bounce on her delicately framed chest. Shamelessly she grunted and panted for more of Walter's tongue.
Walter gave it to her, thrusting it deep inside her juicing pussy. His hands left her ass cheeks and roamed her voluptuous body, squeezing her tits and patting her soft, milk-white thighs.
Then he slipped two fingers of his right hand into her swollen cunt slit, feverishly beginning to jack her off. Mary gasped and shook and humped harder than ever. Walter's free hand parted her cheeks, probing the rubbery ring of her small, teenage asshole.
"Nnngggg!" Mary's groans became almost unintelligible as she felt her pussy and asshole throbbing in unison. "Unggghhh! Suck me, fucker! Nnnngggg, Jesus, you're making me cream! Eat my pussy, love my cunt hunh unh Walter hun un un un .�"
Walter wriggled his tongue on her stiff, aching clit, rhythmically jacking off the clasping slit of her pussy. His probing finger thrust slowly up her ass tunnel, massaging the walls of her ass tunnel. Mary squealed and arched her back as she felt herself starting to cum.
"Eat my pussy, Walter!" she shrieked. Her voice was loud enough to be heard next door, but both of them were far past the point of caring. "Feels so good! Unhhh! I'm making it! Eat me, suck meeeee nnnnnnngggg cuuummmiiinnnggg!"
The spasms exploded deep inside Mary's burning pussy, making her asshole clamp around her teacher's finger and her hairy cunt gush cream onto his lips. Walter kept sucking her slit long after the spasms had subsided, obviously in love with the aroma of her pussy, willing to use his lips to bring her one cum after the next.
But Mary was still horny, and she wanted his big prick thrusting inside her. "Take off those pants," she whispered. There was a note of real urgency in her voice, as if she would have raped Walter if he'd refused to comply. "Come on, do it! That just warmed me up, lover! Now you've got to give me a good fuck."
Licking the cunt cream from his lips, Walter rose to his knees between her spread-eagled thighs. Quickly he undid his pants and let them drop to his knees, allowing the rock-hard shaft of his prick to jerk out of confinement.
Mary's mouth watered at the sight of his big cock. Like an iron shaft it stood straight out of his body, throbbing warmly with its engorgement of blood. The cockshaft was thick and veined; the knob was rosy and incredibly fat. More than with most of the men she'd fucked, Mary loved to feel her teacher's big prick spearing into her cunt.
"Sock it to me, Walter," she said, repeating the playful phrase that she'd used in her fantasy a few minutes before. "God, your cock looks huge tonight. I want to feel it inside me. Come on, lover. Fuck my cunt!"
Crouching between her splayed thighs, Walter held his cock and pushed the bloated, spongy cockhead onto the small lips of her pussy. Mary sighed as she felt the knob going into her, felt her cunt slit stretching to admit his big cock. Then Walter released his cock and started pumping, slamming more and more of his cock into the buttery, enveloping wetness of her young cunt.
"Unggghhh!" Mary started humping her ass immediately, bouncing the blushing cheeks off the mattress with every thrust. "More, Walter! Awwww, give me all of your cock! It feels so good going up my pussy! Fuck me with it�-�fuck me haaard!"
Walter sank heavily upon her overripe young body, spearing his twitching prick to the balls in her wet pussy. Then he started fucking her, moving his prick skillfully in and out. The strokes were long and hard, just as Mary loved to be fucked. Her cunt was so wet that the swollen lips made slushing sounds as they clung to the steely hardness of her teacher's cock.
"Haaarder!" Mary grabbed his hairy ass cheeks and pulled down hard, dying for another half inch of his meat in her juicing pussy. "It feels so good when you fuck me like that! Awww Walter, need your big cock! Fuck me with it! Faster, harder, as hard as you can!"
Mary's big tits were flattened under his chest, the fat stiff nipples rubbing against his. Walter grunted and fucked her harder, gasping every time he felt the suctioning pressure of her small, teenage pussy gripping his pistoning cock.
"I'm gonna cum," he moaned. "You know how much ahhh . how much sucking your pussy turns me on. And it's so tight . oh God, all around my cock, sucking it. My balls are so full . I can't help it, honey. I'm gonna spurt."
"Keep fucking me!" Mary demanded. She wrapped her legs needfully around the center of his back, tirelessly humping her ass off the bed, lifting her fleecy-haired pussy for the invading thrusts of his cock. "You're making me cum too! Awww, just another minute! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeee .�"
Walter fucked her almost viciously, summoning up the last reserves of his strength to ream out her pussy with his thick, satisfying hard-on. Mary felt her cunt starting to tingle and burn as her loins steeled themselves for another one. Consciously she tightened her pussy muscles, encouraging Walter to ram his cock balls-deep in her cumming cunt.
"I'm making it!" she shouted. "Unggghhh, you bastard, fuck me harder, I'm cumming! Oh fucking yes, oh God, oh shit, I'm cuummmiiinnnggg!"
Walter delivered a savage thrust into Mary's spasming cunt, ramming every inch of his iron-hard cock into the enveloping wetness of her pussy sheath. His hugely-swollen prick pulsed wildly inside her. Mary flexed her pussy muscles around the giant cockshaft, milking the jism up from his balls.
"Ahhhh .�"
Cum spewed and streamed from Walter's rosy cockhead, deluging her pussy with salty jism. Mary whimpered with pleasure as she felt the hot spurts splashing the inner walls of her cunt, felt his load running out of her fuck hole onto the bed. Tirelessly she humped her ass beneath him, using her tight cunt to suck every drop of cum out of her balls.
It was only after they were done that she noticed the open doorway, and saw Irene standing in it, and realized that the entire fuck session had been witnessed by her mom.
Chapter Nine
Irene didn't know what to do or think or say. When she'd heard the frenzied groans and shouting she'd headed upstairs immediately, worried that her little Mary might be having another bout with intestinal flu. It had never occurred to her that her little girl had grown into a woman, and that she might catch her youngest child in the act of fucking.
But she had. The first thing Irene had seen upon opening the door was the thick shaft of Walter's cock, spearing with a wet sound in and out of her daughter's cunt. For a long time she had simply stood there, trying to believe her eyes. Her daughter's naked, lusciously voluptuous body, her moans of pleasure, the obvious eagerness with which she humped her ass . it had all seemed unreal to Irene, like a glimpse of a stranger's dirty home movies.
Then it had started to turn her on. By the time Mary finally noticed her, Irene's pussy was a dripping, throbbing swamp of lust. It had been all she could do to restrain herself from fingerfucking while she watched them. Now the urge was almost uncontrollable to fling herself on the bed and suck the man's running cum from her daughter's cunt.
"Mom! Oh Jesus . Mom!" Mary shrieked. "Oh, Christ!"
Irene watched her daughter's face turn beet-red with shame and embarrassment. Her lover looked at Irene, quickly appraised the situation and hopped out of bed.
"Uh, you must be Mrs. Sealy." Grinning nervously, he struggled into his clothes as fast as he could. "Uh, real sorry about this, Mrs. Sealy."
"What are you doing here?" Irene asked distractedly.
"Well, I can explain that. You've just got to give me a chance." Walter's grin spread as he hastily buttoned his shirt. "I'm . uh . look, I know it's hard for you to find out something this way. We were going to tell you, weren't we, Mary? It won't happen again, though. Honest. Never. Not in a million years."
"Million years?" Irene echoed.
"Billion years, then. A trillion. Look, it was real nice meeting you. I'd really been looking forward to it, and now, well, here we are. Except I've got to take off. So look, hope we make it again, okay? Take care."
Walter then seemed to simply disappear out the window, as if he'd leapt through it and vanished in thin air. It wasn't until she heard the flower trellis thumping against the side of the house that Irene realized he was escaping from her.
Slowly, Irene turned toward her daughter. Mary still lay on her back with her legs spread, as if she saw no point in trying to cover the evidence of what her mother already knew. Her pussy lips were raw and swollen; white fuck juice dripped from her slit, matting the curly blonde hairs.
"Well, you caught me, Mom," Mary sighed. She stared resignedly at the ceiling, apparently prepared for a beating. "What can I say? Your little girl isn't a virgin anymore."
"You certainly weren't acting like one."
It was a lame response, but it was the only thing Irene could think of to say. She was still in a trance. All she could look at was her daughter's pussy, and feel the wet heat pulsing through her own. Never before had she suspected that she had a lesbian bone in her body. The desire she now felt for her daughter's cunt was incredibly intense and almost impossible to control.
"I haven't been one for a long time, actually," Mary said, still directing her confession at the ceiling. "Couple of years at least. I hope it doesn't shock you. I just like fucking, that's all. I mean, even if you tell me to stop, I won't. Go ahead and throw me out of the house if you want. It feels so good, that's all."
"I love fucking too," Irene whispered.
Mary lowered her head and looked at her mother with a shocked expression. Then she saw how stiffly Irene's nipples protruded through her house robe, and then the meeting of their eyes told both women all they needed to know.
Shrugging her shoulders, Irene let the robe fall to the floor. Underneath she was naked. A fresh wetness coursed through her pussy as she saw Mary's eyes bulge at the sight of her huge tits, so much larger than even her own over-endowed tits.
Mary's eyes smoldered as they moved from her mother's waist down her long, shapely legs, finally centering on the hairy triangle of her wet cunt. Irene grew even hornier as she saw the arousal in her daughter's eyes.
"Oh, Mom .�"
Crossing the room, Irene stretched out on the bed beside Mary and threw her arms around her daughter's slender shoulders. They kissed hotly, entwining their bodies, thrusting their tongues in each other's mouths. The next thing Irene knew her finger was deep inside her daughter's hot cunt, massaging the wet, slick walls that had encased her lover's stiff hard-on only a few moments before.
"Oh Mom, that feels wonderful!" Mary smiled shamelessly and quickly started to grind her ass, thrusting her dripping pussy onto her mother's hand. "I guess I've always wanted to do this with you. Unhhh! Keep doing it, Mommy! You're making me hot!"
Irene still couldn't say a word. It was as if her brain had put itself into a trance, as if she could enjoy this sinful, incestuous contact with her child only by not admitting the reality of it to herself. All she could think of was the heat and wetness of her daughter's fuck hole, how good it felt to have another pair of big tits rubbing against her own.
"More, Mom! Jack me off harder!"
Giving in to the forbidden heat of their incestuous coupling, Irene slammed two fingers in and out of her daughter's pussy. A woman always knew best what turned another woman on; soon she had made Mary very hot. Mary's cunt was so wet and swollen that it foamed at the lips. Irene could hear the pussy lips slishing and slurping as they clung to the fingers penetrating her cunt.
"Awww, Mommy!" Bucking her ass frantically, Mary lowered her head and tongued the fat, red nipple capping her mother's huge tits. "Your breasts are big! I want to suck them! Just like when I was a little .�"
The last word died in Mary's throat as she engulfed her mother's mammoth tit, wrapping her lips tightly around the goosebumped areola. Irene shuddered as her cunt throbbed and tingled achingly with desire. The need was uncontrollable. She had to taste her daughter's pussy.
Pushing Mary's head away, Irene moved down her body. She kissed her daughter's tits, belly and thighs before rubbing her face on the blonde, matted curls of her own daughter's pussy mound.
Mary stiffened and spread her legs, knowing that she was about to feel her mother's lips on her gushing cunt. Irene pushed her head between her teenage thighs and smelled the rich aroma of fuck juices oozing from her hairy crack. Then she began sucking her daughter, thrusting her tongue deeply into the fur-lined mouth of her delicious pussy.
"Oh Mom, there's so much inside me!" Mary squealed, gasping and writhing on the bed. "I can't hold it back any more! Unhhhhh .�"
The load of Walter's jism poured out of Mary's pussy, flooding her mother's mouth with an ocean of cum. Tasting the jism from her daughter's cunt, the cum that had just been shot into her daughter's pussy, gave Irene the most exquisitely obscene feeling she'd ever had in her life.
Thick drops of cum glistened on the outer lips of Mary's swollen pussy. Irene lapped them up, then began to swipe her tongue up the damp slit to make her daughter even hornier. Mary's clit protruded from its protective hood at the top of her pussy. Irene sucked it hard, wriggling her tongue on the tip.
"Ungghhh! Oh, Mommy! Unggghhhh!" Mary bucked as if she'd been shot, grimacing wantonly as the pleasure bloomed deep inside her loins. Grabbing the back of her mother's head, spreading her legs as wide as she could, she humped her ass like a bitch in heat, rhythmically pounding her cunt all over her mom's face.
"Suck me, Mommy!" she gasped. "Ahhhhhh, shit, you're making me cum! Eat it, lick it, suck my cunt!"
Irene jammed three fingers into the depths of her pussy, stretching the throbbing lips wide. Eagerly she kissed and nibbled her stiff clit, until Irene was screaming and humping so hard that she nearly fell off the bed.
"Cumming, Mommy!" she moaned. Her peach-shaped little ass arched a full foot off the bed as the spasms of cumming ravished her pussy with juice. "Ungghhh! Oh fuck, oh shit, it feels so good! Uhhnhhh Mommy, Mommy, Mommy�-�I'm cuummmiiinnnngggg!"
Irene kept licking her daughter's pussy, holding her mouth on her pulsing slit until Mary finally stopped bucking and jerking off the bed. For a long time Mary simply panted deliriously, smiling as the tingling, relaxing sensations of sexual satisfaction washed over her naked body. Then she opened her eyes, and fresh lust showed in her expression as she looked at her mother's face.
"Oh, Mama, that was lovely," she purred. "I've never had my pussy sucked like that. I think that was the best cum I've ever had."
Irene tried to hold her daughter's eyes, but she had to turn her head away. She knew she'd just had intimate relations with her own child, and the realization made her ashamed in spite of her extreme horniness. Fucking the neighborhood teenage studs was one thing, but incest .
Then Mary started kissing her, moving her lips from her neck to her huge, swollen tits. Irene sighed as the needs of her wet pussy vanquished her inhibitions. Already she knew where her daughter planned to put her tongue.
"Open your legs, Mommy," Mary purred. "Now I get to suck you."
Submissively, still red-faced with shame, Irene stretched out on her back and spread her legs wide. Mary seemed preoccupied with her enormous tits. The horny girl continued to suck and kiss them, making her big nipples as hard as little rocks.
"Your tits are beautiful, Mommy. They're so big. It makes me feel all hot just looking at them."
Giggling, Mary buried her head between her mother's thighs. Irene waited impatiently for the first touch of her tongue, then quivered lasciviously all over as she felt it. Squeezing her thighs and ass cheeks, her daughter pushed her tongue deeply into the hairy folds of her pussy slit.
"Ungghhh!" Irene gasped. She began to twist and writhe on the mattress, just as her daughter had done a minute earlier. "Oh, Mary .�" Irene started humping her ass, grinding her wet pussy onto her daughter's lips. "Suck me, darling. I know it's wrong . so wrong, unhh! . to do this with you . but suck me . please suck me . make my pussy hot .�"
Mary slid her hands up her mother's slender waist, wrapping her fingers around the huge, jiggling mounds of her spongy tits. As she massaged her tits, she hungrily sucked her pussy, lapping up the pungent fuck juices that oozed from the swollen lips of her cunt.
"Ungghhh! Oh, Mary, that's right�-�that's so good!" Irene pistoned her ass frantically, smearing her daughter's cheeks with her cunt cream. "Eat it! Awwww, get my clitty! My pussy is throbbing so hard! You're making me cum!"
Nimbly, Mary flipped her mother over on the bed. Irene found her face covered by her daughter's hairy cunt mound, her lips glued to her daughter's slit.
Neither of them wasted a moment. Irene grabbed her little girl's ass cheeks and again fastened her lips to her delicious cunt. Mary wrapped her lips around her mother's clit, sucking it hungrily. Then they were sixty-nining together, writhing and humping in ecstasy as if they'd been doing it all their lives.
For an instant, Irene considered the consequences of their act. It was incest�-�with her teenage daughter�-�the worst sin a mother could commit. She knew she should stop, but she couldn't help herself. Her daughter's cunt tasted so good, and Mary's sucking lips were making her cum.
Giving in completely, Mary pursed her lips on her daughter's pussy. They would continue to suck and fingerfuck each other all night, until their cunts were raw from so many cums and their fuck juices had soaked the sheets of Mary's childhood bed.
Chapter Ten
Three nights later, at half past eleven, Hank sat in front of the television set in the den. His eyes were on the opening of the Johnny Carson show, but he wasn't watching it, just as he hadn't watched the variety shows and crime dramas and situation comedies that had trooped by on the screen for the past several hours. Hank couldn't concentrate. He had other things on his mind.
A half-emptied bottle of Johnny Walker sat on the table next to his easy chair. Hank rarely drank, but tonight he was quite drunk. Coldly, angrily drunk, like a convict steeling himself to commit a crime. His thoughts and nerves were deadened. The only part of him that felt alive was his cock, and that was bigger and harder than it had ever been in his life.
His mother, he thought flatly. A pretty girl appeared on the screen to hawk the latest in underarm deodorants, but Hank's eyes passed over her like a blind man's. His mother, his sister . what they were doing to each other . what they'd been doing all day. He was going to fuck them both. He didn't care if he raped them. He was going to fuck them both to death.
He didn't know when it had started, but for the past seventy-two hours he had known for certain what was going on. The first time he had heard them, groaning and moaning together in Mary's bedroom, he had felt shocked and horny, and wondered if he had made some kind of mistake�-�as if his sense of hearing had deluded him, as if he were hearing things that weren't there.
Then they had done it again and again, in every room of the house, it seemed, and he had known for sure that his mother and sister were sucking each other. off. It hadn't excited him so much anymore, at least not directly. Instead it had made him incredibly angry. What did they think he was, a virgin? As if he couldn't listen to his mother screaming to get her pussy sucked, and figure out what that meant.
Now his lust for his mother had reached the boiling point. For years Hank had suppressed his incestuous desires, but that had been before Mary started going down on her. Tonight he realized he was losing control. He had had at least two wet dreams each of the past three nights. His huge prick was painfully sore from spending the entire day with a hard-on.
Yes, he was going to fuck them. Willingly, by force, he didn't care. A man could only take so much. His sister first. His sweet little baby sister, with her sweet little cunt .
Hank took a long slug from the bottle, feeling the scotch burn down his throat. Then he stood up, kicked the TV plug out of its socket and stalked out of the den into the hallway, up the stairs to his sister's room.
The room was dark when he opened the door, and his sister was sound asleep. Hank stood at the foot of the bed and looked at her in the twilight, weaving slightly with his drunkenness.
She was wearing a child's pajama top that bulged in front with the expanse of her big tits. As she lay on her side in the fetal position, Hank could see all of her shapely thighs and rounded ass, even the pouting, hairy slit of her pussy beneath the peach-shaped cheeks.
It was the first time he'd seen her naked in years. Hank had had no idea Mary had such a luscious, well-developed body. His prick grew even harder as he looked at her, until his balls threatened to spray his load of cum in his underwear. "Can't stand it," Hank whispered to himself, as he swiftly stripped naked.
Mary breathed lightly in her sleep, smiling in the midst of a dream. Leaving his clothes on the floor, Hank joined her on the bed. His head was spinning with the liquor; his twitching cock was as hard as stone.
Holding her by the hips, Hank gently moved her into the dog-fucking position. Mary grunted without awakening. Then he held his throbbing hard-on and bent forward, pressing the spongy cockhead onto the inviting lips of his sister's cunt.
"Mmmnnn," Mary purred. Hank nearly came as he felt the wetness of her pussy on his prickhead, as the pouting lips spread to admit the thickness of his big cock. His hands moved on her hips, feeling up the ripe, soft cheeks of her ass. Then he pushed forward slowly but surely, slipping inch after inch of his burning prick into the buttery, sucking wetness of her pussy.
Mary smiled and wriggled in her dreams. Hank wondered why his cock hadn't awakened her, before realizing that her cunt was already very wet. They must have been sucking each other off before she went to bed, he realized, and the thought of his mother and sister together so recently made him both hornier and angrier than before.
The first several inches of his big prick were inside her now, and he could feel her wet pussy walls enveloping and contracting around the stiffness of his cock. Hank grabbed her hips hard. Then he began to buck his ass furiously, savagely ramming all of his enormous cock into her pussy.
"Ungghh," Mary murmured. Her eyes fluttered open; she turned her head dazedly. "Mmm . what's goin' on?"
Hank didn't want to talk. His hands moved up her slender waist, clawing the firm, oversized tits through the pajama top. Feverishly he began fucking his sister's cunt, pounding his rock-hard dick wetly in and out of her hairy, sucking pussy lips.
"Who is it?" Mary asked, fully awake. She turned her head to look over her shoulder, without making any effort to pull away. "Who's there? Why are you . ungghh! Your cock is so big!"
"It's your big brother, Mary," Hank whispered harshly. "I couldn't get to sleep, so I figured I'd fuck you awhile. You don't mind, do you? After all, you're fucking everybody else."
"Hank!" Mary started to scream, but Hank put his hand over her mouth. "Mmmpphh! You stop that! You're my brother, oh God, you stop that tight now!"
"You know you love it, Mary. You're such a little whore." Hank squeezed her tits with his free hand and fucked her faster, making sure his massive hard-on penetrated her pussy completely before withdrawing for the next stroke. "I know about you and Mom. Tell me, is it any good doing it with a man anymore? Isn't my cock big? Doesn't it feel good in your pussy?"
Mary squealed her protests, but there were horny moans mingled with the demands for withdrawal. Hank took his hand from her mouth, grabbing both her tits. He fucked her as hard as he could, sighing as he felt the dripping walls of her pussy clasp and milk his iron-hard prick.
"Ungghhhh!" Mary grunted. She started to protest, then thought better of it and simply continued to moan. "Ungghh . oh, Hank . what you're doing to me . unnhhhh . oh yes, oh Jesus . ungghhhh .�"
"Do you like it?" Hank panted. He thrust his hands under her pajama top and pinched her rubbery nipples, grinning as he felt how stiff and swollen they were. "Come on, little Sister, you know you love it. You don't care who I am. You just love getting fucked by a big prick."
"Fu-fu-fuck meeee," Mary mewled. Blushing with shame, she feverishly humped her ass to meet her brother's thrusting cock. "Oh yes, your cock feels so good inside me. it's so big and hard. Fuck me, Hank! Ungghhhh! Do it faster, make my pussy cream!"
Chuckling triumphantly, Hank worked his hips in a frenzy over her stacked teenage body. His sister's pussy was juicing profusely now, smacking wetly as the narrow pink walls encased his pistoning cock.
"I said fuck me, Hank!" Mary cried. She gave in completely, clawing the sheets and humping so frantically that her knees bounced on the springy bed. "Your cock is huge! It's so fucking long! Awww, you're killing me with your big cock! Hhhhharder! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt!"
"Do you like getting fucked?" Hank whispered. He continued to taunt her as he reamed out her pussy, excited by the idea of degrading his sister as much as he could. "I can fuck you all the time now, can't I? It's easy to get your brother's cock, isn't it? You can just come into my room every night and sit on it before you go to sleep!"
Mary only grunted in response, pistoning her ass cheeks like a bitch in heat. Hank felt the hot cunt cream gushing out of her fuck hole, felt the curly-haired lips spasmodically tightening and flexing around his hammering cock. Her face was red and contorted with lust.
"I'm cumming, Hank!" she shrieked suddenly. Biting her lip, flushing brightly, she bucked her ass so hard that the creaking bed threatened to break beneath them. "Awwww, I said fuck me�-�fuck me good�-�I'm getting off! Ungghhhh! Love your huge cock, brother! Unh unh, cuuummmiiinnnggg!"
Her cumming pussy sucked his cock, tightly encasing his throbbing prick as the spasms ravaged her cunt again and again. Hank continued to ream out her pussy for nearly a minute waiting until his young sister stopped bucking and humping beneath him. Then she relaxed, smiled and collapsed on the sheets, and he pulled his jerking, pulsing hard-on out of her cunt.
"Why'd you stop, Hank?" Mary murmured deliriously. "You fuck me so good . fuck me some more .�"
Hank ignored her. He rose from the bed, looked at his cock and smiled; the long, thick cockshaft was dripping with his sister's fuck juices, and it had never been so hard. Then, without even saying good-bye, he walked out of the room into the hall.
He'd heard her. While he'd been fucking his sister, while she'd been begging for his cock. Sounds in the bathroom, of a light being flicked on or off. His mother was still awake. Hank didn't want to cum until he had her too.
Chapter Eleven
Irene stood naked in front of the full-length bathroom mirror, admiring the curvaceous swells of her slender, big-titted body. She'd heard what sounded like a moan a minute before, but she'd thought nothing of it. Perhaps Mary was having a wet dream, looking forward to the next time they could suck cunts.
Irene wanted to suck her daughter's pussy again too. They'd overindulged since their first coupling three days earlier, eating each other out so often that their cunts had become red and sore. The only reason Irene didn't wake her now was that she wanted her daughter to be well-rested for school the next day. Besides, one night of jacking off wouldn't hurt her.
Irene smeared a transparent film of skin cream on her face, as she did every night before going to bed. Then she turned and opened the bathroom door. She didn't put on her bathrobe; she'd thought she was the only one awake in the house. But there was her son Hank, wearing a big smile and nothing else.
He was naked. Irene started as she saw him, standing on the other side of the door as if he'd been waiting for her to come out. Irene moved her eyes over his slim, hard physique, made taut and muscular by hours spent in football practice. When she saw his cock she gasped so hard she thought she was going to swallow her tongue.
"Hi, Mom," Hank said breezily. "A little late for you, isn't it? Having trouble getting to sleep?"
Smiling easily, Hank entered the bathroom and shut the door behind him. There was something dark and angry in his expression, and it was obvious that he was very drunk.
But Irene didn't notice. All she could do was stand there and stare at his huge, rock-hard prick. She hadn't seen her son's cock since he was a child; she had no idea it had grown so long and thick and stiff .
It was the biggest prick she'd ever seen in her life! Thick blue veins gleamed on the enormous cockshaft; the knob was even larger in circumference, bloated until the spongy flesh looked ready to burst. His dick was incredibly stiff, and he'd apparently just finished fucking some girl; his cock was completely covered with a wet sheen of fuck juice.
"Hu-Hank," Irene stammered. "What are you doing in here now? I thought you'd be . be .�"
"Asleep?" Hank strode towards her easily, with his blood-swollen cock weaving straight before him. "Why should I be asleep, Mom? You're awake, aren't you? It's just us, I guess."
"But you have school .�"
"I don't give a fuck about school, Mom. I'm thinking about something else."
There was a long silence. Groggily, staring at her boy's huge cock, Irene began to realize what was going on. He'd never come to her naked before, and never with a hard-on . such a stiff, throbbing, filthy-looking prick, dripping with cunt cream and his own oozing cum. That could only mean ...
"Mom, what're you looking at?"
Irene started with a blush and raised her eyes to her son's face. His grin had broadened. He stepped closer to her, unashamedly admiring the stacked nakedness of his mother.
"Why, Hank, I was . was just .�"
"You were looking at my cock, weren't you, Mom?" Hank held his hard-on momentarily and rubbed it hard, making thick drops of jism ooze from the heart-shaped knob. "You haven't seen it in a while, huh? It's a real big prick, isn't it? I'll bet I'm better hung than any guy in school."
Irene gulped and backed up until her bare ass hit the sink counter. In spite of herself, an irresistible wetness was coursing through her pussy, infinitely stronger than the lust she'd felt when eating her daughter's cunt. Hank was right. His cock was huge. Just watching it throb and jerk made her desperate for a good fuck.
"Man, Mom, I'm not the only one around here who's hung." Hank looked at her body and whistled appreciatively. "How old are you-thirty-seven? Christ, but you're stacked for a woman your age. Your tits are just unreal!"
Irene couldn't back up any farther. Hank moved so close that the knob of his pulsing cock touched her sleek thigh. Then he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and sank his head onto the milk-white cushion of her enormous tits. Taking his mother's shell-pink nipple between his lips, he sucked it feverishly, hungrily nibbling on the rubbery tip.
"Hank, no!" Irene struggled feebly to twist away, blushing fiercely as she realized her own son was making a pass at her. "For God's sake, you can't do this with me! I'm your mother."
"Cut the shit, Mom," Hank muttered tersely, mouthing the words around the rapidly stiffening bud of her nipple. "You want it and you know it. I know you've been fucking all the high school studs. I even know what you've been doing with Mary. Shit, I just finished fucking her myself."
Hank returned his lips to her nipple, sucking it harder than ever. His hand moved down her slender waist, slipping into the dark curls of her pussy mound. Before Irene could clamp her legs shut he had a finger buried in his mother's moistening cunt, fingerfucking her fast and hard. Irene felt his big cock pulse and throb as he shamelessly dry-humped her leg.
"I want to fuck you, Mom," he moaned hoarsely. "I want your pussy so bad. I want to put my cock in your cunt and fuck you all night."
"I'm your mother," Irene repeated desperately. Again she tried to twist away from him, but only succeeded in helping his finger to push farther up her swollen, juicing pussy. "Oh God, I can't believe this is happening! My own son! You've got to stop!"
But Irene was an extremely horny woman, and her boy was already winning the battle against her conscience. Her nipple was stiff in his mouth, and her pussy was dripping wet; he had to be able to feel the cunt cream lubricating the interior of her pussy.
And Irene was fascinated by the size of her son's gigantic cock. It had been ages since she'd seen a cock so big. She wanted to look at it again, to feel its hotly-pulsing flesh, to feel his thick cockshaft pushing deeper and deeper into her cunt.
"Right in your pussy, Mom," Hank moaned. "Right where I'm from."
Pressing against her, pushing her ass hard onto the counter, Hank held his throbbing cock in his fist and pushed the cockhead between her legs, searching for the pouting lips of her cunt. Irene knew he was trying to fuck her standing up, and she did nothing to stop him. Her cheeks were crimson with shame and lust. She was dying to feel her son's huge prick now, stabbing up her fuck hole, fucking her hard.
"Spread your legs, Mom," Hank demanded hoarsely. "Unhh . your cunt's so tight . can't get my cock inside you .�"
Silently, submissively, Irene spread her feet on the floor. Hank sighed with pleasure as the fat knob of his cock pushed into the greasy folds of her pussy. Then he started humping his ass, forcing inch after inch of his veined cock into her cunt tunnel.
"Your pussy's so tight, Mom," he whispered, stabbing his hard-on into her. "And it's wet too. Shit, you really do want to fuck me, don't you?"
Irene said nothing, but she knew it was true. She had to bite her lip to keep from moaning as Hank slid his massive cock all the way up her juicing cunt. It was so thick and stiff, penetrating her pussy deeper and filling her more than any cock she'd had in her life.
Cupping her ass cheeks, keeping his throbbing prick all the way inside her pussy, Hank turned her from the counter and eased her down until they were in the missionary fucking position on the bathroom's throw rug. Instantly Irene felt his cock pushing much deeper in her pussy; she couldn't repress a yelp of ecstasy as her cunt muscles sucked wetly around the rubbery shaft of his prick.
"Yeah, you like it!" Hank started humping her, bucking his ass rapidly between her spread thighs. "Come on, Mom, fuck me back! Move your ass! You know you love my cock!"
"Ungghhhh," Irene whimpered. She flushed, grimaced, twisted her head from side to side. "Oh, Hank .�" She began to grind her ass almost imperceptibly, lifting her hairy pussy mound for the rhythmic, invading thrusts of his cock. "What a prick you have. Oh son, your cock fills my cunt so much .�"
"Do you want me to fuck you now, Mom?" Hank asked tauntingly. "I can't make you cum if I don't know what you want."
"Fuck me, Sonny!" Giving in completely, Irene spread her long legs wide and scissored her thighs tightly around his upper back. Then she began to grunt and hump beneath him, pounding her round ass off the floor. "Yes, I want it now! Oh, Son, you're such a good fucker! Do it harder! That's right, fuck your mother, fuck my cunt!"
His mother's wanton obscenities spurred Hank's lust, making his prick swell longer and stiffer than ever before. Panting, he slammed his rock-hard cock in and out of her clinging pussy as hard as he could.
Every stroke packed her cunt completely, and every stroke titillated the stiff, ultra-sensitive nub of her clit. Irene was so horny that even her asshole throbbed. She could feel herself cumming already, gushing fuck juices all over her boy's cock. No man had ever turned her on as much as this.
"Awww, Sonny, fuck me haaard!" she squealed. Clawing his back with her fingernails, humping up madly to meet the sliding thrusts of his big cock, she grabbed his ass cheeks in a frenzied effort to pull even more of his cock into her cunt. "I'm cumming, Hank! Awww Son, love your huge cock! Fuck me with it! Fuck your mommy's pussy! Ungghhhh! Oh, Son! Cuuummmiiinnnngggg!"
The spasms burst deep inside her aching fuck hole, flooding her burning, swollen pussy lips with cunt cream. Hank felt the contractions of her pussy and fucked her harder than ever, helping his mother enjoy her cum to the hilt with the savage, hammering strokes of his prick.
Then he took his oozing, twitching cock out of her, grabbed her head and pulled her to his prick. "Suck it," he demanded furiously. "Come on, Mom. Give me a blow job. I want you to suck the jism out of my prick."
Dazedly, Irene looked at the rosy, bloated knob of his cock. The idea of being forced to give her son a blow job, of having his huge cock shoved down her throat . it was the most obscene thing she'd ever done, but Irene was too horny to care. She was dying to drink his cum.
Hank curled his fingers in her hair and pulled. Opening her mouth wide, Irene took his drooling cockhead deep down her throat. She clamped her lips in a wet circle around the cockshaft and started sucking it furiously, milking and puckering her cheeks to increase the suction around his cock.
"Oh, Mom," Hank sighed. He thrust his hips, fucking her face with his cock. "My prick is burning so hard. I got to cum. Suck it out for me, Mommy. Drink my jism."
Irene's pussy was juicing with fresh desire. Wrapping her fist around the base of his cock, she beat her son's prick like a machine, milking more of his cock between her hungrily slurping, smacking lips. Then she sucked his prick as hard as she could, laving her tongue all over the spongy head.
"Oh Mom, oh fuck it . ahhh .�"
Gushers of jism shot from his cum slit, shooting and spurting madly down his mother's throat. It was the biggest cum Irene had ever swallowed in her life.
It was as if he'd been saving it up for her, as if a year's worth of lust and frustrated desire had clotted his balls with juice. Repeatedly, rhythmically, the salty white cum shot from his cockhead, pumping into his mother's throat. Irene held his spurting prick and milked it wantonly, sucking on the cockhead. There was so much of his jism that she could hardly drink it all down, but she managed to�-�every single drop.
Chapter Twelve
"Smear on lots of the cream, Son," Irene whimpered hornily. "You don't want to hurt me, do you? My asshole is so little for a big cock like yours."
"Don't worry," Hank murmured. "I'll get it nice and slick before I even try to stick it in."
Dipping his fingers into the jar of cream, Hank covered his throbbing, up-thrusting dick with the lubricating gel. Irene knelt before him on her bed in the dog-fucking position, waiting to feel the cool, wet cream on her little asshole. When the touch of her son's fingers came she moaned and spread her ass cheeks with her hands, so he could rub the goo all over the puckered, rubbery ring of her asshole.
Twenty-four hours had passed. Hank had skipped school, and Irene had neglected all her housework. They had fucked so many times that Hank's prick was red and sore, and Irene's cunt slit was swollen and puffy-looking. But mother and son were still extremely horny for each other. Irene was dying to feel her teenager's huge cock invading her asshole.
"I can't wait anymore, Hank!" she squealed. Her huge tits swung and jiggled as she wiggled her ass in hot expectation. "Awww, just stick it in me! Fuck me, Son�-�fuck my asshole with your huge prick!"
Dropping the cream, Hank grabbed his throbbing, burning hard-on and fit the spongy knob onto the tightly-muscled ring of her asshole. Irene shuddered as she felt his big prick pushing into her ass tunnel, stretching the walls as he invaded her asshole with his enormous cock.
It was a much bigger cock than his father's had been, and Irene had already come to love every centimeter of it as it filled her pussy and mouth. Now over half of his cock was buried in her asshole, and it didn't hurt at all. Irene furiously started humping him, pumping her peach-shaped asscheeks to meet the thrusts of his swollen cock.
"I love it, Sonny!" she moaned. "God, you're hung! Fuck me all the way now! Ram it up my ass!"
Hank slid his hands up her torso, wrapping his fingers around the pendulous, creamy globes of her huge tits. He loved the size and fullness of her tits; he loved to suck them when they relaxed after a good fuck, nursing on her stiff, red nipples just as he had nursed on them as a baby boy.
Hungrily he kneaded her tit-flesh, making her nipples ache as they rubbed on his palms. Then Hank began to buck savagely, forcing the last meaty inches of his pulsing hard-on into her asshole.
"Fuck meeeee!" Irene cried. She thrust her hand between her legs and wantonly fingerfucked her pussy, grunting as she pumped them in and out of the wet, hairy slit. "I love you, Son! Oh please, fuck my asshole! Your cock is so big! It feels so good!"
Mauling her swollen tits, Hank pulled out his prick until only the cockhead parted her puckered asshole. Then he slammed his prick back in again, and then he started fucking her, reaming out her ass tunnel with long, driving strokes of his blood-gorged cock.
"Harder!" Irene shouted. She clawed the sheets, bouncing her knees off the mattress as she fucked her son as hard as she could. "You're making me cum, Son! Please fuck me�-�kill my asshole with your giant cock!"
Grunting, Hank intensified the rhythm of his ass fucking, feeling his cum-laden balls slap her spread thighs with every delicious stroke. Irene could feel his cock growing and drooling inside her asshole, continually massaged by the contracting muscles of her ass tunnel. She knew he couldn't hold his wad much longer.
"I'm cumming, Hank!" she moaned. The heat built deep inside her loins, making her cunt and asshole tingle simultaneously with incestuous lust. Frantically fingerfucking her dripping pussy, she forced her asshole muscles to suck her son's dick. "Oh, Sonny! I can feel it now�-�I'm making it! Fuck my asshole, Sonny! Harder, harder, I'm cuuummmiiinnngggg!"
The spasms ripped through her voluptuous nakedness, filling her pussy with cunt cream, making her asshole contract hotly around her son's driving cock. Hank moaned and rammed forward, burying his jerking, aching cock in his mother's cumming asshole.
Then he came too, gasping as his load of jism streamed from the tip of his cock. Irene whimpered happily as she felt his jism gushing into her, filling her asshole so completely that the white cum burbled out of her puckered ring around his cock. She continued to flex and contract her asshole muscles, milking every drop of jism out of his cock.
