As a nurse, Sara Mills could possibly function to the extent of applying a band-aid to a cut, and yet that was the title Cal Jarvis would confer on her if she came through the job interview well.
At the age of forty-one, Cal had never gotten over his passion for nurses. There was something about the rustling of their crisp white uniforms that never failed to arouse him sexually.
His lust for nurses began at the age of eighteen when he, was lying in a hospital bed in his private room playing with his stiff young tool. He was so intent on what he was doing that the nurse walked into the room and caught him in the act. He expected a terrible scolding, but instead, the nurse merely smiled as she walked to the bed where he had hastily pulled the sheet up over his middle.
"My, what a naughty boy you are," she said with a smile as she pulled the sheet off him. "And with your bad arm too. It isn't completely healed yet, you know."
With that, she sat on the bed beside him, reached for the top of her smock, made a few quick adjustments to her clothes, then spilled out a massive and beautifully firm pair of tits.
"Here Cal, you go ahead and play with these while I finish up what you started. I've got a better way of doing it that I'm sure you'll like."
Stunned, he managed to get his hands into action and rub the lovely big boobs, while she reached down to find his little pecker.
It had gone limp when she caught him, but the sight and feel of the beautiful big tits brought it back to full strength in a hurry. Her hand playing in his crotch completed the task.
"Do you like tits?" she asked.
"I never saw any before," he admitted, "but these are great. Do you often let kids touch them?"
"Only kids I really like, Cal, like you. Now you give each of the nipples a nice sucking, then I'm going to give you a real treat, one you'll never forget."
She pulled his face to her and pushed one big nipple into his mouth. She urged him on, and he soon had the nipple big and hard. She pulled it out and showed it to him.
"Did I do that?" he asked in amazement.
"Sure you did, Cal. A woman's teat is like a boy's cock. Just a little sucking and it grows like mad. Let's see what you can do with the other one."
Manfully, the boy went for the mate of the breast he had just sucked. It felt great as she pressed the silken pillow hard against him and held his head from behind while he sucked like a greedy baby.
"That was nice, Cal, now you lie down on your back and I'll show you what I was talking about. You really won't ever forget this."
Pulling up the hem of her smock and slip, she knelt astride him and threw her clothes high over her back. The boy was suddenly surrounded by expanded white nylons, naked thighs, suspenders and amply filled panties around the edges of which he could see portions of round, full cheeks.
Even what her .panties covered was not hidden from him. Through the white nylon, he saw the outline of her dampened vagina and the valley between her massive buttocks.
"Do you like what you see, Cal?" she asked. "I sure do."
"Then go ahead and play with it. You may pull my panties down if you like."
At once, he took her up on the offer. Bent as she was, it proved difficult for the boy. She helped him by getting off him and stripping naked. Before doing that though, she peeped out into the hall, then hung the "Treatment" sign on his door to ensure that they would not be disturbed.
"Well, Cal," she smiled and held her arms out and open, "this is what a bare naked woman looks like. In minutes, this one is going to give you a first-class blow job."
"What's a blow job?" he asked.
"You really don't know?"
"No."
She told him what it was all about and saw him tremble with excitement.
"Of course," she went on, "the guy has to do it for the gal too."
"How? You don't have one."
"Not one that shows like yours, I haven't, but inside these nice warm lips, there, is one and it's nice and hard now. You just have to press your mouth to my pussy and get your tongue inside. When you find it, you just lick on it until you hear me groan and feel me jerking and twitching all over. After that, I'll go down on you."
After she had taken up her position, the nurse gave Cal a conducted tour of her crotch and showed him with his finger where her clitoris hid out in the warmth of her slit.
A minute later, Cal was nervously going down on her. It took a minute to get accustomed to the aroma of woman crotch, but he soon mastered that and began to enjoy licking her canny while his hands had a field day with her thighs and buttocks.
Before long, he had her bucking like a wild bronco, her big thighs rubbing and smothering him as she held him captive in her crotch. It was hot and wet, but it was also exciting. While she was climaxing, she loosed a loud, long sigh, and this was a new thrill to him. In fact, if he'd had breath enough, he would have offered in return the moan that was building within his chest.
"Oooh, Cal that was a good one. Momma feels real good now, and all ready to gobble your stiff little joint. Sit up on the edge of the bed. I'll kneel on the floor to do it so you can watch. Most guys like to watch when a woman is blowing them."
Trembling, he sat on the edge of the bed, his legs wide apart. Seconds later, her big fleshy melons bouncing, the nurse was on her knees. Smiling, she ran her tongue between her lips, then bent and guided the head of his young cock into her mouth after she had pulled the foreskin well back to show the red head.
He watched, fascinated, as her lips slid right down to the base of his little bone. She had the whole thing inside her mouth and it felt like a wet and warm vacuum, drawing, devouring.
"Wow!" he exclaimed, "this is sure a lot better than pulling myself."
She didn't reply, but her eyes smiled at him as she began to suck him off in earnest.
When Cal felt himself getting ready to shoot, he gave a little groan. The nurse, working her tongue, clutched the cheeks of his ass and really devoured the throbbing young pecker.
He groaned more loudly then as he felt his juice squirting into her mouth and listened to the greedy sounds she made as she sucked his little balls' dry and left his cock nothing but a limp and spent noodle.
After resting for just a minute, he wanted to explore more of her, so she rolled over onto her stomach on the bed and told him to kiss her bum, not just the cheeks, but the whole length of her crack and her hole as well. Cal was a very obedient boy and he did a good job of it.
As a result of all he had done to arouse the woman, she had him lie on his back, then crouched on his face and had him dive her again. Once again she enjoyed a delicious orgasm as she massaged his face with her crotch, slick with love juices.
Only then did she get up and begin getting dressed.
Before she left the room, she gave him a warm kiss on the mouth. As she retrieved the "Treatment" sign from the door, she winked at the boy and quipped, "Some treatment."
"Yeah," he replied with enthusiasm.
Since he was released from the hospital next morning, Cal did not receive any more treatments from her, but the first had made a deep impression on him.
There had been other such treatments for Cal the young and the mature man, but now his thoughts were filled with the task of appointing a woman to the official position of house nurse and hostess.
His wife, after all, had been dead for two days, and Cal was not one to waste time. The brain tumor had freed him from the nagging and whining of the woman and filled him with delight.
Divorce from her would have cost him an arm and a leg. Her death meant he got a carload of candy without having to spend a pickle. With fate having been so kind, he reasoned, it would be a shame to waste time.
Sarah, the applicant, was thirty-three years old, but with a figure that looked ten years younger. In the course of the inventory, she had removed her dress and half slip without protest. For the money he was offering to pay, she would have agreed to the removal of a couple of eye teeth.
She had caught his eye while he was dining with one of the many dolls he kept on a string. Her uniform was not quite topless, but it was cut so that the wearer would have to have a real set to get away with it.
Now, he was about to find out how real a set she did have.
"I think we can do without the bra, Sarah," he told her as he removed his hands, which had been fondling the black lace cup.
He had been in no hurry to get her bra off, since she was stunning in the matching black lace, nylon panties and bra, as well as -black garter belt and sheer nylons. In fact, she was more than just stunning as the throbbing bulge in the front of his pants confirmed;
She stood with her feet braced well apart, strong, smooth, shapely legs supporting a body that a lesser man would dismiss--such as being too big. She wasn't, by Cal's standards.
Sarah stood a mere five-ten and weighed a very good-looking one-forty-five.
"I like, Sarah, I like mucho. Hand me your bra," he said as she removed the garment and twisted her body so the lush melons did an exciting dance. "I saw a pair like that when I was thirteen years old."
"What did you do about them at that age?" she asked with a grin as she kept the dance going.
"I sucked her nipples, then went down on her and licked her all the way to heaven."
"Do you still like to muff dive?"
"Love it. Whew, thirty-eight-D. If you're going to have 'em; have 'em good, I always say," he commented as he stopped looking at the label and dropped the garment. "Come sit on my lap, Sarah, baby is hungry. It's way past feeding time."
Her lush, surprisingly firm breasts bouncing, she walked to him and pressed her panty-clad butt down on his lap. When he reached for the breast she turned and fed one into his warm mouth. He sucked greedily.
"This seems like quite a job you're offering, Mister Jarvis. What title does it have, private whore?"
"Far from it, my dear, but would you accept it if that were the title involved?"
"I'd be a fool not to," she said as she rubbed the aroused nipple over his face.
"I'm glad to hear that. We shall take your panties off in a minute and get down to business, but first I want to tell you your title, if I decide to employ you, will be private nurse."
There was a squeal of laughter and her generously curved ass squirmed on his lap.
"I couldn't nurse my way out of a hangover. The only thing I know how to nurse is what I'm sitting on."
"That's what the job involves, Sarah, and you've nursed it into getting nice and hard."
"Now there's something I'm very good at. I also happen to enjoy my work."
"One more thing, I said private nurse, but I don't mean it, really. I'll bring home friends, men and women, some of them will like you, and I happen to be a generous man. Do you follow me?"
"All the way."
"It doesn't frighten you? Not even the part about other women?"
"If you mean do I play nibble the pussy, sure, once in a while. I prefer men, but if a chick catches my fancy, I'm ready to play the magic number game with her."
"Then you've just about passed the test," he said as he helped her to her feet. "Tell me all about the last chick you played with while I get undressed."
Cal undressed without hurrying while she told him in vivid detail about her last lesbian experience. He left his shorts until last, and when he pulled them down Sarah saw that he had plenty to nurse.
"Man, you've really got one. Have you ever measured it?"
"Sure, doesn't every man? It's seven inches and change."
"Not every man has that, and I want it."
"It may be strong, Sarah, but I don't think I can poke it through nylon panties."
When she would have tugged her panties down in a hurry, Cal stopped her. Sitting, he pulled her close to him so that she stood in profile between his parted legs.
"Allow me," he said.
"Be my guest," she replied with a smile. Sarah liked having a man take her panties down for her. It wasn't that she was lazy, she just liked it better that way.
Cal liked it that way too, and pulled them down very slowly, baring and admiring a little at a time. By the time he reached up to pull the panties out of the warmth of her crotch, he had completely bared a spectacular pair of firm, silken buttocks.
"I'll spend hours playing with these," he told her as be. rubbed them fondly.
"Are you a bum man, Cal?"
"I'm an everything man, but I do have a special fondness for a nice bum. Have you been spanked?"
"A few times."
"Can you take it?"
"If you mean spank and not whip, sure."
"I only use my hand. When a woman gives it to me, I like hand, hair brush, strap, the works."
"I really want this job then," she said, her eyes glowing with excitement. "I do dig making a man submit, and hearing him cry like a baby."
"I thought you would, Sarah, you have that look about you."
"What kind of look?"
"Who's to say? It's just a look. I saw it in the restaurant when a guy was giving you a hard time. That's why you're the first to be interviewed."
"First? Are you going to interview others?" He saw a look of apprehension on her face.
"I don't think so, Sarah. Let's just get your panties off and find out for sure."
"You know I'm going to do my best to impress you," Sarah told him as she raised one foot at a time and he slipped the panties off. "How about the garter belt and nylons, on or off?"
"On. I like that. You have beautiful long legs and the nylons do something nice for them even though they don't need any help."
"The couch?" she asked simply.
"I've just changed my mind. You got me worked up talking about spanking. My bedroom is better equipped."
"Ooh, lover," she sighed as she reached to rub his buttocks, "momma is really going to give it to her naughty little boy."
"Let's go mummy, little Cal has been very bad."
"Isn't there anyone around?" she asked as he walked with her to the door.
"Just the maid and my son."
"And we're going like this?"
"Sure."
"You run a very strange house, Cal."
"Let's call it different," he said with a grin.
CHAPTER TWO
As they walked along the hall, their arms around each other, a door opened and Sarah saw a teen-aged boy looking her over.
For a moment she cringed instinctively, then relaxed as Cal greeted the boy.
"This is Sarah Mills, Carl. She may be coming to live with us."
"I sure hope so, dad, and I hope you spend a lot of time at the office."
"My," Sarah commented as they mounted the steps, "what a horny son you have. Do you share all your women with him?"
"Not all."
"I take it you're what the head shrinkers would call a permissive parent."
"Could be. I'm sure they have plenty of names for me. I have a lot of interests. I think I could shock the Doctor Gerda Mundinger."
"Funny you should mention her. I'm just reading one of her books now, and I'd bet against you. By the way, does Carl dig the spanking bit?"
"Not as much as I do, but he'd take one to get into your panties."
"Lovely. I've never spanked a boy. I think it would be a real ball."
"The two of you can work it out later. You'll find he's not very shy."
"So I noticed. How old is he?"
"Sixteen."
"Yummy."
Cal pushed the door open and ushered her into his bedroom.
"I've seen smaller dance halls," she told him as her eyes swept around the lavishly appointed room.
"It's a playroom as well as a bedroom. I like lots of room when I play. From time to time, I have parties here as well."
"That's sounds nice. I just love bedroom parties."
"Would you love a drink also?"
"Right again. My God, what a bar for a bedroom," she gasped as she noticed the fully stocked bar for the first time.
They went to it and Cal poured a pair of drinks for them. As he did, she noticed that his pecker was relaxing. It didn't bother her though. She would enjoy a chat and a drink with the man, but when she wanted it to get hard and strong again, she was confident it would soon rear its lovely head. I wonder if it will go for my lovely rear, she grinned at the thought. If he was a dedicated bum man, she reasoned, then it was a possibility.
The thought didn't frighten her. She had taken a few shots up the bum and had enjoyed them almost as much as when she took it in the quim or the mouth.
"When and how did you get interested in the spanking bit?" she asked as they squatted on the big circular bed.
"I was thirteen at the time."
"My God, at that age most kids dread spanking as punishment."
"That's the way I got it." He went on then to tell her about the nurse in the hospital.
"When I got home, I wanted more, so one day I went to the maid's room and told her I'd like to go down on her. I got the first spanking of my life that day."
"Tell me about it," she urged.
"My father was dead, but mother was strong enough to take his place. She gave me hell as she dragged me into her bedroom and took my pants and shorts down. There was a bit of a scramble getting me over her lap, and her dress and slip got pulled up so that I was lying right on her thigh. I could feel nylon and bare skin.
"The feel of her thighs under me made me feel horny. I was afraid of the spanking at first, but she only used her hand and once she got started, I was surprised to find it didn't hurt as much as I'd feared."
"You mean you liked it right from the start?"
"Pretty much. While she spanked, I did a lot of squirming on her thighs and felt myself getting a pardon."
"Didn't she notice?"
"If she did, she didn't say anything about it"
"What happened then?"
"It was quite a long spanking, and when she stopped and told me I could get up, I had to twist and turn fast so she wouldn't see the rod I had developed.
"While I was pulling my pants up, she warned me that any time I bothered the maid or any other woman in such a dirty way I would be spanked again."
"And that was like telling you you would get a bag of candy?"
"Right. I went right to the bedroom then, bared my butt, and admired it while I felt the warm glow and the tingling. I jerked my self off and it was the best ever."
"And after that?"
"Just a .couple of days later, I caught the maid bending over and ran both hands up her skirt. Before she could get away, I gave her panties a nice rubbing. She ran to mother and I got another spanking."
"She must have caught on to what you were doing. Didn't she mention anything?"
"Not directly. Sure she knew what I was doing, but I'm positive she enjoyed the game as much as I did. There were times when I felt my bone rubbing her. She wasn't stupid. Also, after a while, she began raising her skirt and slip and making me lie across her thighs. I always hesitated a little so I could get a good look at her nylons and thighs. She had damn good legs. Then rd surrender my bare bum to her for a nice spanking."
"How long did it go on?"
"On a regular basis, until I went away to college at eighteen."
"Regular? You mean she did it later?"
"The last time, I was twenty-four and married. After she spanked me, she told me to stand with my pants still down. She took it in her hand and did it for me until I went off in the air. Later, she told me we had to stop playing our game. We did too. She died a few months later."
"But you went on enjoying the game?"
"Enjoying isn't the word. I couldn't live without it."
"Are you finished with your drink or do you want another?" she asked seriously.
"I'm finished."
"That's nice, Cal," she said, her voice trembling a little, her hand brushing his pecker which came to life instantly as the man understood what she meant.
Getting up, she walked, her lovely buttocks rotating excitingly within the frame of her garter belt and suspenders, to the dresser. She examined her reflection in the mirror, Cal's heart gave a little jump that was matched by his cock. Not since he was thirteen years old had any woman looked so thrilling in the role of dominant punisher. Her eyes flashed, and told him that he would be well and truly spanked and that he would cry as he had not cried in a long time. In her hand, he sensed, the brush would be more painful that a strap in the hands of a lesser woman.
He switched his gaze from her thighs and bum to the three brushes she found on the dresser. She hefted each until she selected the one she wanted.
She turned then and walked toward the bed where he sat.
"You have been naughty again, Cal, and now Mummy is going to take you over her lap and spank you on your bare bum. Have you anything to say for yourself?"
"No, Mummy. I'm sorry. I won't be bad any more." Both his voice and his tone became very little-boy-like, and he saw her tremble with arousal. She was a natural for the role, he knew at once.
"Tell me what you just did to the maid that made her cry," she said firmly but without anger.
"I ... I hid in the bathroom and watched her pull her panties down and pull her dress up. When her big bum was nice and bare, I rubbed it with both hands and made her scream."
"She should have knocked you down and peed all over you. It would have served you right. Since she didn't punish you, I am going to."
She sat on the bed beside him then and turned to show him the brush in her hand.
"Kiss the back of the brush, Cal, then get up on my lap with your bare bum in position."
He pleaded tearfully, his sobs sounding genuine, but she was strong and he soon kissed the smooth back of the brush and bent meekly over her lap.
Still she did not commence to spank him. Instead, she gripped him around the waist with her left arm and patted his buttocks lightly while she scolded him for having looked at and felt the maid's bare bottom.
SLAP ... the smooth back of the brush set a fire in his right buttock. SLAP ... she hit the left. The arm around his waist tightened, and she began spanking in earnest.
Everything he had guessed about her was right. No woman had ever spanked as efficiently, not even his mother. Sarah proved to be even stronger than he had guessed, so that every spank set a new fire raging, until his entire butt seemed to be consumed by flames.
In the beginning, he had pretended the crying, but before long it was very real as was. the kicking of his legs and his sobbing protests that she was hurting him.
She hurt him plenty, but when he was allowed to scramble off her lap and stand with his hands rubbing his inflamed rear she saw that his cock was stronger looking than it had been before.
Dropping the brush, Sarah threw herself down on her back with her long, lovely legs up and open, her burning cunt seeming to stare hungrily at him.
"Get down and lap me off unless you want another spanking," she commanded.
Without pausing, Cal dropped to his knees beside the bed, reaching for her hips with both hands, and, still sobbing, buried his face in the steaming heat of her crotch. As he lapped her with his tongue well into her hot, wet slit, Sarah heard his muffled sobs and the wet sounds of his mouth as it worked at her puckering, lava-drooling quiet.
"I'm coming," she screamed. "I'M COMMMMIIINNNNGGOGG"
When she was able to talk again, Sarah told him it was. the biggest explosion her "bod" had ever experienced.
"Then get it ready for another one, because I'm coming in for an explosion of my own."
"Oh lover," she sighed as she opened her legs in welcome, "you're big and strong and you're going to be so good. Don't be easy on me, ram it in and drive it hard." Dropping into the nest that awaited him, still hot from his mouth and the orgasm he had triggered, Cal grasped his stiff tool and rammed it into her crotch. The first time, he missed her slit and made her cry out.
He reached to guide it with his hand, pressed the swollen head between the wet, hot lips, then drove it brutally into her. It required a few more strokes to get the whole length of him inside, and each one was hard and beautifully brutal.
Just as he had been delighted at the pain she had caused him, so was Sarah ecstatic at the way his immense rod hurt her sensitive twat. Panting and groaning, she told him so and he continued to be very rough.
"You like it rough, baby ... uh .. that's how you'll ... uh ... get it ... uh ... like this ... uh ... and this ... and this ... uh."
It was the way she had talked when spanking his rear. This time though, instead of slapping, he was driving thick meat home, stretching it and filling her womb; he was ramming the walls of her vagina with thrilling sensations.
"Oh ... oh what a fuck," she panted. "Oh lover, fuck the ass off me ... oh that's good ... more ... oh ... oh ... oh ..."
Cal could have allowed himself to go off then, but it was too good to allow it to end so soon.
Sarah had gone insane with lust, and her nails raked his back, drawing blood. And then she began slapping his ass with both hands, hard slaps that drove him wild.
The spanking was too much though, and triggered what he had been holding back. He felt her nails digging into him again and heard her wild cry of completion. As her body jerked up in the first spasm, he met her with a mighty lunge.
His cock went in to the hilt, he crushed her into the mattress, then he was jerking and rubbing against her as he fired spurt after spurt of his hot sperm farther up her belly than any man had ever done.
"Oh my God," she panted, "I can taste it. You're shooting it right up into my mouth. I'm drowning. More ... more."
With her fingers digging into his burning backside, she kept tugging at him. The muscles of her cunt gripped his cock until it hurt, but still her lustful, greedy body demanded more and more of what he had given.
He had to use force to break free from her at last and roll off her sweat-polished body. Whose, sweat it was didn't matter to either of them; it looked and felt good, that was what counted.
"I've been fucked before, Cal," she panted, "but none of them count now. They must have been just make-believe. This was the first real fuck of my life."
"There will be a lot more of them in the future, Sarah," he told her, his voice as weak and shaky as hers. "I've done more than my share of screwing over the years, but, I've never had a woman who could begin to compare with you.
"Oh, my wonderful lover, Cal. Something big happened to me today, and I'm never going to forget it."
"Then that makes two."
"Shall I stay a while? Will you be ready again? I'll blow you when you're ready."
"Stay-by all means. I'll be ready."
Tiredly, Cal got up and staggered to the bar for fresh drinks.
"I'm going to have to have the bar moved closer to the be," he told her over his shoulder as he reached it. "It was never such a long trip before."
"How far is it?" Sarah laughed clearly.
"Twenty-four miles." He had counted the distance before as twenty-four steps, but in his present condition, it seemed like a very reasonable measure.
The return trip with the drinks was a little shorter, he told her, only twelve miles.
They had a lot of things to talk about, including the uniform she was going to wear. Over black lingerie, she would wear two types of nurse-style uniforms, both mini in length. One would be sheer white nylon, the other white satin. The hems would be just one inch below the tops of her sheer black nylons.
To complete the uniform, she would wear a nurse's cap, and high-heeled white pumps. She promised him she would get busy on the uniforms the next morning.
After a little while, she had him aroused again, so he lay back while she forced the head of the massive cock into her mouth and sucked him off. He gave her a refreshing drink.
In a little while, Cal estimated that he was strong enough to walk downstairs to where they had discarded their clothes.
"Man, it sure sounded great to me," Carl commented with a grin as he met them in the downstairs room.
"Were you listening outside?" his father asked casually. "Sure thing. It sounds like Sarah knows how to use that luscious body of hers." His eyes did an inventory of her as he spoke.
"She does. If you don't believe me, take a look at this." He turned to display the brilliant red and purple of his naked buttocks.
"Of course, Carl," Sarah said with a warm smile, "that was eavesdropping, and that is a very naughty thing."
"Is that a fact? What happens?"
"The naughty boy who does it gets his bare bum spanked."
"Do you use your hand? I can't take it the way Dad does."
"I use my hand for the first few times. You'll learn quickly. I'm a good teacher."
"When do the lessons start?"
"I'm too tired today. Tomorrow, if it's all right with your father."
"It's all right," father and son assured her at the same time.
"Then right now, I'm going to take Suzi to bed and bury this bone before I get my pants wet." As he left the room, he enjoyed a quick feel of her lovely bum.
"Who's Suzi?" she asked Cal.
"The maid. She's a pleasant little lay."
"Yes, Cal, you run a very strange house. I know I'm going to like it," she said as she picked up her panties.
CHAPTER THREE
As young Carl was walking down the hallway toward Suzi's room, anticipating an hour of heaven in the little maid's hot bed, the front doorbell rang. He opened it to find his school chum, Tim Walker, standing there, his motorcycle helmet hanging loosely in his big black hand.
"Hi, Carl," Tim Walker said, trying to put a note of sadness in his voice. "Heard about your mother. Just wanted to stop by and say how sorry I am. Couldn't make the funeral, I had that shittin' math class. to go to. And you know how Miss Matches gets her panties all up in a bunch if I miss the damn class." Tim was a huge seventeen-year-old black boy, the only black in the entire school, as a matter of fact.
A slight smile sneaked across Carl's face with the mention of the math teacher, Miss Matches. Many a joke had circulated among the boys about how her name really fit her, for she was surely a "MisMatch" for the job she held. "She should've been a go-go dancer, not a teacher," Tim Walker had once said.. "The way she comes in class in the morning and stands by the steam radiator and throws her dress up over it in the back to warm that pretty ass of hers! Hmmm. Like to shove my big black dick right up her pipe, that'd warm the beautiful bitch!"
There had been other jokes too, about the size of Tim Walker's enormous prick, nine inches long and thick and meaty. The locker room had often resounded with laughter when Tim would try to cram it all into his short-short basketball trunks. The thought gave Carl an idea.
"Thanks for dropping by, Tim. The funeral isn't until tomorrow. But listen, would you like to meet a chick who's just about Miss Matches' twin sister? Little and cute just like her. She's our new maid. Her name's Suzi."
"What the hell I want to meet anyone like Miss Matches for? One white bitch like that is enough!" Tim said.
"I think I can give you some good reasons why," Carl grinned. "Follow me."
Tim followed Carl to Suzi's room. The maid was lying on her bed in her panties and bra, and rim was surprised to see that Carl didn't even bother to knock on her door before entering.
"Suzi, say hello to a friend of mine from school. Tim, this is Suzi. Didn't I tell you she looks like Miss Matches?"
"Dunno," Tim gulped, gaping at the. gorgeous little maid. "Ain't never seen Miss Matches dressed ... err ... undressed like that ... Err, hiya, ma'am."
Carl closed the door behind Tim and then went over and sat down beside Suzi. "Listen, Suzi, know that feather game you was teaching me? The one where you stroke my balls and all with the feather and get a guy so hot he goes bananas? I'd like you to teach my friend Tim here that game. And Suzi, wait until you see the length of cock this dude's got hanging on him. I think maybe it will be you that goes bananas! Show her your prick, Tim.
"Huh?" the black boy said, dumbly, but there was a giant rise in his jeans as he ogled the girl on the bed.
"The feather bit, hmm?" Suzi sighed. She reached for the long feather, that lay on the night table beside her bed. "How about you? Or do you just want to play watcher today? Oh my God! Look at that!" Suzi was staring at the huge penis that had sprung out of Tim's By. "Hmmm, goody! Come let Suzi play feather-feather with that, young man!"
Carl sat down -in the chair to watch, a big grin on his young face, as Tim dropped his jeans and moved slowly toward the feather in Suzi's little hand. She was waving it teasingly. The king-sized brown cock with the purplish head was bobbing high in the air, and Tim's muscled stomach was breathing in and out.
Suzi licked her lips and ran the feather down between Tim's strong thighs, tickled its point up gently into the boy's ass, then wisped it slowly over the throbbing head of his penis. Tim stood beside the bed, his head looking up at the ceiling and his legs quivering. She ran the feather down his dark legs and then back up to his balls, just a wisp of a touch here and there. Tim knelt on the bed beside her, and his breath was raspy.
"Jesus, man! Where'd you get this one. Unggggg!"
His big black hand kneaded at her white-white tits as the feather did its work. Tim's lip's. were trembling now, and Carl was on the brink of laughing out loud Tim was kicking off shoes, tearing his T-shirt off over his head, and the feather never stopped stroking. Naked, his big brown eyes stared down at the maid, who now looked a bit frightened.
Tim seemed to be going wild with lust.
Suddenly he jerked upright, almost throwing her off the bed. A primitive urge shocked through his body with the force of an electric current. He flung himself off the bed and grasped her body, pinning her arms to her sides. The feather floated out of her grasp as she stared at him, wide-eyed.
"The hell with this fancy play!" he croaked, his eyes blazing, his voice harsh. "This goddamn feather stuff."
"Let go of me, damn you!" she panted, straining away from him. "Let go, you slob!" The boy was strong, rough. His grip tightened. "Just fuck, girl, fuck! Let's be old-fashioned ... let's forget tree climbing and sixty-nining and the shittin' feathers! Right now!"
He almost flung her on the floor, throwing his hard brown nakedness on top of her. Forcing her legs apart with his knee, he pinned one arm over her head and with his free hand pushed his meat between her legs. He was panting now, his eyes glinting, his mouth hot. He bore down on her and with a sound that was almost a shout; he rammed his prick into her with all the force of his savage emotion.
She twisted her head and cried out, her eyes rolling wildly, her body writhing under his force. He thrust and rode, thrust and rode brutally, the spring within him coiling tighter and tighter as he fucked her wildly, his hot black dong diving in and out, in and out of the small girl. And then the maid was moaning with him, and so was Carl, who had been jerking off over in the chair. Carl shot his hefty load up into an arc and down onto the rug, before he stood up anti said, "You can find your own way out when you're through, Tim, old buddy. I'm going downstairs and leave you two lovers to your fun and games."
Tim never answered, for his fucking of Suzi was now reaching room-shaking proportions and the Swiss maid was no longer complaining of the rape-like tactics, but instead screaming for more.
* * *
Young Carl walked down the hall using a handkerchief to wipe his dick dry.
Although Carl didn't know it at the time, he was never to see his friend Tim Walker again, for the following week his mother was to yank the black boy out of the all-white school and move him back to a black neighborhood, where he would be "treated with more justice," as she put it.
Downstairs, Carl headed directly for his father's well-stocked bar. He needed a drink. Bad, "Suzi must have been great, son," Cal Jarvis smiled, entering the room. "She shook you up so much you've taken to the bottle, eh?"
"Just needed a drink, Dad," Carl said, shaking his head.
"I understand the feeling," his father offered.
"How about you?"
"I'm the grief-stricken husband. I need something to console me in my sorrow."
"Rules, rules, rules," Carl grumbled, but he was laughing as he poured a two ounce shot of vodka for himself and eyed the healthy shot of scotch his father poured.
Their close relationship was relatively new. It had begun when Cal's wife went into the hospital to die. When the doctor assured him there was no hope and that it was only a matter of time, Cal had a long talk with his son.
Other fathers have talks on sex with their sons, but this one was different. It centered on the joys of sex and the importance of always getting enough. Using pictures to illustrate various points, he talked about all the delightful variations that were available.
For advanced lessons, he bought a raft of stag movies and screened them for the boy, who turned out to be an eager student.
They had always been close, but their new friendship blossomed at once. There was no friend more important to Cal than the son who idolized him.
As a gift to his son, Cal discharged the unattractive maid with a generous allowance, and hired Suzi, a Swiss maid of twenty-five with a lush figure and a healthy sex drive. Without telling Cal, he arranged for the maid to take his son to her room the first evening and teach him everything she knew.
Sitting in an adjacent room, Cal watched the entire performance through the keyhole of the antique door that had cost him three hundred dollars but more than paid for itself during that, one show.
Suzi was a real honey. She began by kissing the boy, then allowing him just a little at a time. They had been at it for almost an hour before she allowed him to remove the little triangle of black nylon and lace through which he had been fondling her bum and pussy.
He was naked, and his tool waved madly with excitement as his trembling fingers pulled the panties down while Suzi stood bending with her back to her apprentice lover.
She still kept him playing for a while before she gave him permission to look into the secret of her crotch. Then she stepped up the pace of Carl's education as she had him kiss and lick her bum, including a spirited session of tonguing her asshole.
From there, she put his mouth to work on her twat until he licked her to an orgasm while her silken thighs rubbed his face.
When she decided she was ready, Suzi told him to stick it into her slit and fuck her. It was definitely a quickie, but, as she told him, he would learn as he got older and more experienced.
By that point, Cal was so aroused that he hurried into the room and gave Suzi a screwing that caused plenty of kicking and howling.
Suzi was telling Sarah all about the incident as they chatted while waiting for Cal and Carl to return from the funeral.
"I'm curious about one thing, Suzi," Sarah said during a lull in the conversation while they poured drinks. "Since we seemed to take to each other right from the start, I'm going to take a chance and ask you something."
"Go ahead, Sarah. I did like you from the moment I saw you walking naked with Cal yesterday."
"Thanks. When Cal was interviewing me, he made a big point of finding out whether I like making out with chicks as well as guys, I got the impression that any gal who worked for him would be expected to."
Suzi's tinkling laugh lit up the room. "Do you mean, do I eat pussy?" There was a charming trace of an accent to the word pussy, as if she would spell it pussy.
"Yes, that's it, I'll tell you first, I do when I'm in the mood and I dig the chick."
"It's the same with me, Sarah. I think I could dig you, if you understand me."
"I understand, and I'd just love to get you out of your little panties and into mine."
It was obvious to both that they had reached an instant understanding and that they would be lovers, part time at least.
They agreed to chat for a while and let it build up. They compared sizes, raised their skirts to compare thighs, then each told the other of her first lesbian experience, then about her first time with a male.
Suzi had experienced it both ways by the age of sixteen. Sarah had been a slow starter with her first man at seventeen, and her first woman at twenty-one when she was on the rebound from a fractured romance.
Gradually though, talk drifted in the direction of action as they exchanged more and more touches. Sarah signalled the beginning of the game when she pulled Suzi's skirt up to stare at and fondle her lovely thighs. To make it easier, Suzi raised her hips off the couch and pulled her short skirt right up before sitting again. In addition to her thighs, she showed the softly rounded bulge of her mons veneris and the tangled black foliage of it around the edges of her sheer black nylon panties.
While Sarah busied herself there with her eyes and her hands, she felt Suzi unbuttoning the white blouse she wore, and pulling it open to gasp in amazement at the size of her breasts.
"I can't wait to see them and get my hands on them," Suzi whispered. "I only caught a quick glimpse of them yesterday."
"Then I guess you'll just have to take my blouse and bra off."
"I guess I will," Suzi agreed as she began to do it.
"My God," she stopped abruptly, the discarded bra still in her hand, "I did not know that there could be such big and beautiful tits." She pronounced it 'teets.'
"Thank you Suzi, I guess they are quite a mouthful at that," Sarah admitted as she hefted them with both hands.
"Your nipples alone will be almost a mouthful for me," Suzi observed with admiration in her tone.
"You won't be sure until you try, Suzi."
"Oh, you are so 'right," Suzi squealed as she pushed Sarah's hands away and tried to cover the silken white melons with her own small hands.
Suzi stood just five-one and was built proportionately, like a Dresden china doll. Her hands looked small and child-like on the hills of flesh they rubbed and patted on their way to the jutting pink nipples.
"They are so beautiful," Suzi sighed as she caught both nipples at the same time and began to rub them to life between finger and thumb.
"Do you love to suck?" Sarah asked.
"Yes, I love to. Sometimes I like to think of sucking a woman who has milk."
"I know what you mean. I've thought of it too, and a lot of guys I've talked to feel the same way. I never met one who did though. Have you?"
"Yes. A man who fucked me when I was sixteen told me what it was like sucking milk from the fat tit of an Italian woman. Her baby was sucking her other tit at the same time."
"Christ, that must be something."
"He told me that he got so worked up that he jerked off all over her while he was sucking her tit."
"I guess she didn't like that."
"No. She made him lap her cunt three times before she let him go."
"I don't blame her. I'd make him suck my ass as well."
"Do you like asshole sucking too, Sarah?"
"Yes. I love having mine tongued and sucked, and I've done it to a couple of chicks. I don't like male holes though, they are usually too hairy."
"I know what you mean. I had a woman who loved to dress me up as a little girl, spank me and make me cry, then stick her tongue up my ass and beg me to fart so she could put her nose there."
"Oh baby," Sarah enthused, "You are going to play little girl for me one day soon. Speaking of that, I want to see that little ass of yours."
At once, Suzi pulled up her skirt and draped herself over Sarah's lap. Strong hands pulled the little nylon panties well down and revealed a luscious pair of nicely rounded, firm buttocks.
Sarah played with them, parted the cheeks, admired the sweet-looking pink ring, then gave Suzi a few light spanks which produced a pink glow on the white skin.
"I think you could spank much harder than that," Suzi commented with a grin as Sarah turned her over for a look at her pussy. "I heard you spanking Cal. yesterday."
"Don't worry, Suzi baby, I will spank your bum hard enough many times, though never as hard as I did to Cal. You really have to lay it on a guy to make him feel what you want him to."
And then both women knew that the time for increased action was approaching and that it could not be delayed much longer.
Getting up then, each watched the other as they stripped naked except for garter belts and nylons which they agreed to leave on.
Sarah was so delighted with the perfectly formed little breasts of her new friend that she took her onto her lap and sucked them greedily until the hard little nipples were sore.
After that Suzi demanded equal time, so Sarah lay back on the couch and Suzi's wet, warm mouth began to suck with an exciting greed.
"I don't think I can wait much longer, Suzi," Sarah panted. "My cunt feels like it's just about ready to catch fire."
"Lie back, Sarah; that's it," Suzi urged "Open up nice and wide for little Suzi. I'm going to eat your cunt right up before I finish. Oooh, it's a nice one. Your whole crotch is so nice."
Suzi stopped talking then and Sarah's long legs began to kick wildly as the young woman's mouth fastened on her hot red gash. Keeping the preliminaries to a minimum, Suzi pushed her tongue into the slit and began sticking as her hands stroked at Sarah's heated body.
"Oh Suzi baby," she sighed, "You're good. You really eat pussy with style. That's it, baby ... that's the way ... eat baby, eat me up and spit me out"
The eager little mouth never stopped working and just as Sarah was sure that the little darling was going to get her entire face into her slit, she felt herself going into orgasm.
Knowing what was happening, little Suzi began to suck even more greedily. Sarah went off, not with a bang but with a series of them that shook her right down to her toes.
While Sarah recuperated from the trip around the sun, Suzi was content to remain kneeling with her face resting in the hot silken crotch until Sarah moved and told her to get up and get her cunt ready for a blast
"It is ready, Sarah. I may go off before you have time to get your tongue in."
"If that happens, then I'll give you a second one. If I do, you'll think that your asshole is falling out when you come the second time."
To Suzi's surprise then, Sarah pulled her onto the couch with a strength that was surprising and exciting. "What are you going to do?" Suzi asked, startled but not complaining.
"Have you ever been sucked off upside down?"
"But no. I do not understand, but I do not mind either as long as I get your mouth and tongue between my legs."
"You'll get that, Suzi, but in a brand-new way."
"Tell me before you do it. I want to hear."
"I'm going to turn you upside down and pull you right up to my face with your legs over my shoulders. I'll pull your crotch right around my face."
"Can you really do such a thing?"
"Watch, baby, just watch and see what I can do."
Sarah was gentle, but she was able to handle Suzi like a toy as she picked her up easily, turned her like a toy, and upended her. In seconds, Suzi felt her face rubbing in the tickling foliage of the woman's cunt, then her crotch was being pulled up onto Sarah's mouth.
Sarah first kissed the warm, sensitive lips of the sweet twat, then wrapped her arm around the slim back of the young woman. Her other hand moved over the miniature, fully rounded bum, then she ensured that Suzi would stay in place by inserting a long finger into her asshole.
But more than just holding Suzi, the finger caused her to squirm delightfully so that her silken crotch massaged Sarah's face and she slipped her tongue into the moist slit and began lapping.
She ate pussy like a pussy cat lapping milk from a saucer. The motions she felt on her shoulders told her that Suzi was kicking wildly in excitement.
But then, for all her planning, Sarah felt Suzi adding a new twist to her game, one that she had not planned. Following the urging of the small hands on her thighs, she opened her legs wide.
Instantly, the lovely little face moved into her crotch and while she was being held upside down, Suzi fitted her mouth to the hot cunt of the woman and began lapping her.
Suzi was first to come, but Sarah, still tingling from her earlier orgasm, was not far behind. Only after they had both been completely satisfied did Sarah release Suzi from their vertical sixty-nine.
"I've heard of going down on a woman," said a voice from the doorway, "but I've never seen anyone going that far down."
There was a scrambling on the couch, then the two naked women looked up to see Cal and his son. Each had his prick out, and both were very stiff.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Really, Carl," the man said with mock seriousness, "don't you find this flagrant display of lust to be quite shocking?"
"I do dad, especially, considering that the household is in mourning at the passing of one who was so dear to us all."
"True son, true. I fear that although we shall find the task difficult and painful to us, we must chastise these two naughty children for their naughtiness."
A true son of his father, Carl picked up the style of the game easily and instantly, and the two discussed how the women would be spanked. They decided too that it would be a pity to soil their clothes with perspiration in doing so, so as they talked, they undressed.
Sitting on the couch together, Sarah and Suzi tried to, go along with the game by not smiling, but it was not easy. "You take Suzi to a chair, Cart, while I look after that terribly sexy nurse on the couch. I trust you will be. able to deal with her in an appropriate manner."
"I shall indeed, Dad."
"Remember she has sinned, so don't make it easy on her, no matter how she cries."
"Don't worry, Dad. I'll paint that pretty little bum a nice shade of red."
"And while you're doing it, I'll be doing the same to that beautiful big one. There's a lot of ass there and I'm afraid it will be a tiring job coloring those big cheeks."
"Be brave, Dad, it has to be done."
"Right son, let's get on with it."
They walked to the couch and each helped one of the women to her feet. Taking Suzi by the hands, Carl pulled her to him, slipped an arm around her waist and, fondling her bum with one hand, led her to a comfortable armless chair only a few feet from the couch.
Looking over Suzi's shoulder, Carl saw his father taking Sarah across his lap and positioning her beautiful big ass carefully. The boy admired the ease with which Cal functioned and hoped he would do as well with Suzi.
He was thrilled at the excitement of spanking a woman for the first time, but for the time being he was content to go on fondling Suzi's pretty little ass with both hands as he watched his father commence spanking Sarah, and, as he spanked, he scolded her for sucking a woman's cunt at the time he was attending the funeral of his dearly beloved wife.
Deciding then that Suzi would think he was afraid to get started, he sat on the chair and ordered her, in a stem tone, to get over his lap for her spanking.
"Aren't you afraid I'll break that?" she asked, pointing to his stiff prick.
"Don't worry about that, little girl. After I've finished spanking your little ass, I'll show you how strong it is."
"Oh please, Daddy." Suzi sobbed nicely, "don't spank my little ass. I'm sure that would make me cry."
"Yes, Suzi," Carl thrilled at his role, "it will make you cry and will turn your pretty little bum all red and hot, but I caught you sucking Sarah's cunt and I must spank you."
They went on playing the game for a while, then, sobbing excitingly, Suzi laid herself gingerly across his thighs and although she still protested and begged, submitted her round little bottom to him.
Looking toward the couch, Carl saw that his father had a good lead on him and that while Sarah cried, his big hand was slapping fires into the big, smooth cheeks which bounced and bucked over his lap.
Taking a firm grasp on Suzi's waist, Carl raised his right hand, stared once more at the waiting buttocks, then brought his palm down sharply to cover one shivering cheek.
It felt so good that Carl feared he was going to go off then and there, but he held back. After the first few spanks, he knew he was under control and that he could go on spanking her without fear of blowing his load.
Suzi rubbed him maddeningly as she squirmed over his lap, her firm ass cheeks gradually turning from the initial pink to a delightful red. Each time he delivered a spank, his hand held against the surface as if not wanting to leave, but each time, it went back up to pay a thrilling visit to the other cheek.
The sound of her crying aroused him even more, and he knew that she would receive a lengthy and painful spanking before he finished with her. He knew, too, that the moment the spanking ended, the fucking would begin.
Sounds from the couch caught his attention after he had given Suzi what he guessed must have been close to a hundred. spanks. Looking, he saw that his father and Sarah were kneeling up on the couch, the woman with her wriggling ass up and her head down as his father prepared to spear her from behind.
The sight proved to be a kindness for Suzi, as Carl discovered that he wanted to do the same thing to the woman he was spanking.
Helping her off his lap, he told her what he wanted. Having been spanked more than enough, Suzi hurriedly went down on all fours on the rug.
Despite his anxiousness to bury his aroused cock into the soft warmth of her twat, the sight of the lovely red arched ass stopped him as he knelt behind her. She still sobbed and her bum twitched and writhed enticingly.
Using both hands, Carl fondled and rubbed it for more than a minute before he took his pecker in his hand and moved into position.
He had to fumble in the warm cave under her ass for a few seconds, but then he found her slit. With his fingers, he found moisture inside, and spread it around the lips so that he would not hurt her.
When Carl was sure she was ready for him, he slipped the head in and, with a few pleasant pushes, buried the length of his tool inside her receptive little cunt.
On the couch, Carl saw, Cal was still banging away lustily at Sarah's big red ass, his cock stroking with the strength of a piston, a very well lubricated one.
Taking a similar grip on Suzi, the boy put his hip muscles to work and began spanking her bum with his belly, his prick slipping in and out smoothly. Suzi soon picked up his rhythm and worked with him.
Carl loved the feel and sound of his belly slapping her ass at the end of each stroke. It was his favorite position for screwing, but this time it was made better by the hotness of her ass cheeks against him.
"Suzi, baby," he panted, "I'm going ... to want to ... spank your bum ... a lot ... from now on ..."
"Just give it ... to ... me ... lover boy ..." she panted in reply. "You can do ... anything ... ooo ... you like. . . just fuck me good."
Carl was both delighted and surprised at being able to hold back his charge so long. At first he had feared he would go off before he was able to get his cock completely into her, but the pressure had eased.
When she cried out that. she was coming, he began to stroke faster, his belly slapping her arched ass more loudly.
He came with a roar of his own to accompany Suzi's delightful little cries and sighs. While he spurted his load into her, he pulled her rear up tightly against him. Her face fell to the carpet and she pushed her bum back eagerly, causing it to rub hotly against him as the muscles of her educated cunt fought to drain even more from his balls.
"Well done, son," his father called from the couch.
"That boy of yours surely does know how to fuck, Cal," Sarah commented. "I just can't wait to have him mount my ass"
"It looks like you will have to wait for a while. It looks like Suzi even drained the fluid out of his knees."
"He also knows how to spank," Suzi contributed with a rueful grin. "My bum feels like it's been spanked with a red-hot frying pan."
The four settled down then to a pleasant evening of naked fun and games. When it was time to eat, they ate sparingly of food, but generously of each other.
Later, when the males showed signs of recovering strength in their tools, Sarah and Suzi became inspired and helped in every way they could.
"Could I fuck Sarah this time?" Carl asked his father.
"As a general rule," Cal answered, "Sarah is here for me, but since this is a special day of celebration, I guess it will be all right. I'm sure Suzi can look after me well enough."
"I sure can," she giggled as she hurried to sit on the man's lap.
"Of course, Carl," Sarah said as she patted the cheeks of Carl's ass, "you know the price of admission to get between my legs."
"Yes," he admitted.
"And you're willing to pay?"
"Yes."
They took their time, and in a little while Carl cried as Sarah's right hand collected the price of his admission to her cunt.
When Carl knelt behind her plump ass to give it to her, dog-style, he displayed a well-spanked rear, but enjoyed a magnificent fucking.
CHAPTER FIVE
While looking around for something different to add even more spice to their game, Sarah and Suzi decided to have a try at getting their men to play transvestite.
When Carl returned from school that afternoon while his father was still at the once, they told him of their idea. To their delight, he admitted that he had long felt a fondness for lingerie and nylons, and that a few times in the past, when he was alone in the house, he would borrow a pair of panties, girdle or garter belt and nylons and dress up in them.
The three hurried to Suzi's room where Carl was soon stripped naked. They found his cock stiff, as they expected, but ignored it in their hurry to make a girl of him. Sarah went to her room and returned with a garter belt of black satin and a pair of dark, sheer nylons that she knew would be long enough to fit him.
After looking him over, they decided that Suzi's panties would be more appropriate than Sarah's. They agreed too, that pink would be a nice color.
In a few minutes, they admired the way he looked in panties and nylons. Carl hurried to his room for a close shave while the two women worked at planning the remainder of his costume so that he would be ready when his father got home.
When Carl returned, they took him to Suzi's vanity and began making up his face. Not a detail was missed, including a careful combing of his long hair and the tying in it of a bow of pink ribbon to match his nylon panties.
"We must get him a nice wig soon," Suzi enthused.
"You're right, Suzi, and one for Cal too, I hope."
"Oh, yes," Suzi agreed, her excitement mounting, "I do hope he goes along with it."
"I think he will," Carl ventured. "You know how Dad is, anything for kicks."
The women finally decided that a padded bra and a flimsy white negligee would complete his outfit. To their intense disappointment, none of their bras would fit around his athletically developed chest, so that item was added to the list of things to, be purchased in the near future.
He managed to get his feet into a pair of Sarah's high-heeled pumps, but his feet were not comfortable in them. Still, anxious to go along all the way, Carl put up with the discomfort and took lessons in walking.
Catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror, he turned to look and was thrilled at the appearance of his legs and ass, sheathed in nylon and moving gracefully as he walked. He liked, too, both the look and the feel of the tight nylon panties caressing his stiff prick and his balls.
From the way the women caressed his cock and balls, it was obvious they liked the effect as well.
"Damn it," Carl complained then, "I need a fuck so bad it's beginning to hurt."
"Poor baby," Sarah consoled him as she took him into her arms. "One of us will fuck you if necessary, but I do wish you could stay hard until Cal gets home. He told me he would come home early today."
"I'll try," he promised.
To help him take his mind off his cock, Suzi pulled her dress up and allowed him to take her panties down and give her a spanking. He spanked more lightly than he had done before, and made it last longer.
Since it seemed to be such a good idea, he lowered Sarah's panties as well and spanked her too. Because her ass was so much bigger than Suzi's, he decided it was an even more enjoyable one to spank.
He was still spanking her when Suzi looked out the window and saw Cal's car pulling into the driveway.
"He's here," she squealed in delight.
At once, Carl helped Sarah to her feet and pulled her panties up snugly over her nicely pinked ass.
They helped Carl into the negligee, and checked his hair and makeup which were still satisfactory; then the three of them waited for his father. When the man called to them, they told him where they were.
That all three were in the maid's room told the man he should be prepared for something different, but the look on his face as he stopped in the doorway indicated that the presence of another woman was not among the things he had considered.
Carl stood with his back facing the door. Through the transparent white negligee, his nylon-sheathed legs, thighs and ass looked big and appealing, since the young man had almost no hair on his legs.
"Who's the doll?" Cal asked eagerly, "And where did she come from?"
"I came from heaven, Daddy," Carl simpered as he turned a little shakily on his high heels. "I'm an angel."
For a moment there was stunned silence, then the man broke into gales of laughter as he recognized his son in drag.
"To think," Cal fought to control his laughter, "when I first saw this doll, I decided I was going to bend her over and give it to her from behind instead of shaking hands."
"Well," Sarah laughed, "there is a hole there I suppose."
"Not with that thing of his," Carl sounded horrified at the suggestion.
"After that shock," Cal said, "I think I need a drink. Let's all go to my room, the other bar is too far away."
In the spacious room, the three divided their attention between pouring drinks and admiring Carl, who continued to walk around the room displaying his new-found femininity with pride.
All agreed that their new woman was a real beauty, and the two women began coaxing Cal to go along with their idea. They met a little resistance at first, but gradually they wore him down to the point where. he agreed, first tentatively, then with what seemed almost eagerness.
"How about a little undressing around here?" Carl spoke up as he tried to keep his voice high-pitched and girlish. "It makes me feel silly to see the rest of you all dressed up while I'm just in my lingerie."
"Hell, Carl is right," Cal agreed as he put his glass down and removed his jacket.
Agreeing, the two women removed their dresses and decided that bra and panties would be right for a -little while. The sight of the two rampant cocks assured them that their panties would not stay on much longer, though.
"How does it feel?" Cal asked his son.
"Great. Later I want to try it with a nice tight girdle."
"Sarah will buy everything you want tomorrow, and some for me too. I haven't worn panties and nylons since I stole a set from my mother when I was about your age or a little younger."
He paused to take a sip of his drink, then his eye brightened as he thought of the news he had for them. "We're going to have house guests for the weekend," he told them.
"Swingers, I hope," Sarah commented with just a trace of a frown at the thought of having to appear respectable during an entire weekend.
"That's the only kind of guests I ever have. You should know that much about me."
"Tell us -about them, dad," Carl urged
"Well, Bill and his wife Eva are friends of mine. I've known them for about five years and we often visit each other. They're bringing a friend with them. He's a movie photographer. I've never met him, but they trust him and that's good enough for me."
"And they all swing?" Sarah asked.
"Guaranteed," he said in an excited tone, "and remember, that means two extra cocks and only one extra woman."
While they drank, Cal told them about visits he had enjoyed with Bill and Eva in the past and how the two of them went every way when it came to having fun.
"The only thing about them you could call special," he said after a brief pause, "is that they both like to be pissed on, especially Eva. I think she would be happy to drown in a sea of hot piss."
"I've never even seen that done," Sarah commented.
"Neither have I," Carl said, "but I'll sure be happy to do it for her. I think I'd really go for the idea of pissing all over a naked woman."
"When I was in Geneva," Suzi contributed, her eyes sparkling, "there was an old man, a business man. He was so old and tired that he could not get a hard-on, but he would pay well to have me strip and let him piss on my tits and watch the pee run down my belly and legs."
"Were you a hooker?" Sarah asked.
"A hooker? Oh, you mean like a whore. No, not really. I love to be fucked so I could never charge for that. I did make very much money entertaining at parties and doing special things."
"What kind of things?" Carl wanted to know.
"Oh, so many things. I would get up on a table and kneel to have a big dog fuck me. At other parties I would make love with another woman. Also, I would be fucked by a big negro from Algeria. He had a thirteen inch cock that was as big as a post. He was so strong that he would pick me up by the waist, stand with his feet wide apart and his cock up, then push me down with my cunt around it and move me up and down until he went off in me."
Not only was Carl impressed by that, but so was Cal, who had seen and done many things in his lifetime but had never witnessed anything of that nature.
"How does it feel to get it from a dog?" Sarah wanted to know.
"I loved it. They fuck so fast it makes you very dizzy and it really warms up the cunt."
"I'd love to try it some day," Sarah said dreamily.
"I'll check around," Cal promised. "I'm sure I can come up with one, and I'd like to watch."
"Do you really think you can find one?"
"With money, my dear, you can find anything. I once bought a twelve-year-old virgin."
"How did you do that?"
"Her mother not only sold her cherry to me, but she also undressed her and held her down while I got into her."
"I'll bet she squealed," Sarah said in an excited tone. "God, I'd love to see a guy with a big cock raping a girl and slapping her around."
"I didn't slap her around, but when I felt myself coming, I dug my fingers into her ass and got one up her hole. There was plenty of screaming though."
"How did her mother take it?"
"She got so horny that when it was finished, she stripped naked and fingered herself off. I was young and stronger then, and the sight of it got me so aroused that I got another hard-on."
"Did you screw the kid again?" Carl asked.
"No. The moment the old woman saw it, she grabbed it and stuck it in her mouth. It was a honey of a blow job, I'll tell you. Damn near sucked the balls off me."
"I think," Suzi observed in a quiet tone, "that we shall have a very big fucking weekend, but I cannot wait for that. I want something now, something to cure this itch of mine, something like a nice stiff cock."
She got her nice stiff cock, but she had to wait for it. Sarah decided that she wanted to spank Carl, and her wicked smile revealed how much. He went over her lap with his negligee over his back and his panties down.
Aroused by the girlish cries of his son as Sarah slapped his bare ass smartly, Cal took Suzi over his lap, took down her little panties and gave her chubby little bum a very brisk spanking.
As he stood sobbing gently and rubbing his hot behind after the spanking, Carl was pleased at the thought of screwing Sarah again. He remembered with excitement the feeling of her lovely big butt against his belly.
Still, when his father took Sarah to the oversized bed to fuck her, the boy was not at all unhappy about taking Suzi by the hand and joining in.
CHAPTER SIX
Bill, Eva and Hank arrived shortly after four o'clock on Friday afternoon. Sarah greeted them wearing her new uniform, the white satin mini. The way all three looked at her, she was sure, indicated that they would be interesting guests. She led them into the room where the others awaited them.
There was a furry of introductions during which Cal kissed Eva passionately while running his hand up the back of her dress to fondle her ass through her panties.
She was a tall, sophisticated-looking blonde. Except for her breasts and buttocks, she was not big. The other striking thing about her was the length and beauty of her nylon-sheathed legs.
Despite the fact that Bill and Hank had not met Sarah and Suzi before, they kissed them passionately and gave the two women a reasonable going over with their hands.
As they gathered around the bar, Bill told Cal and the others about the movies Hank had shot of various parties .since their last meeting. While Bill talked, Carl boldly stood close to Eva and fondled her body, first through her dress, then, at her invitation, under it.
"I like young guys," she told him. "A couple of weeks ago, I lured our fourteen-year-old paper boy into the house and got him into my panties."
"I'll bet he liked it," Carl suggested.
"There was a little while when he cried," she told him. "That, was when I sat on his face and made him lap me, but he got over it and really enjoyed it when I allowed him to stick his stiff little prick into me. He had never seen a naked woman or girl before."
"I won't cry when you sit on my face," Carl told her in a confident tone. "In fact, I'll cry if you don't."
"Thank you, Carl," she said as she unzipped his fly and reached inside to grasp his pecker. "I'm looking forward to feeling your face between my legs. I've got a big, sensitive clitoris and I suspect you know what to do with it."
"Next to my father," he said with pride, "I've got the most talented tongue in town. You may think I'm just a boastful kid, but I'll show you as soon as we get a chance."
"Honey," she told him, "I don't think you're any kind of a kid at all. That's a man's cock you've got," her hand squeezed it as she talked, "and as far as I'm concerned, that's the measure of a man."
"I'm glad to hear it, thanks."
"You know, one of the best fucks I've ever had was from a midget. He was just over four feet tall, but he had a nine-inch cock. When it was hard, I expected him to tip over, but when it was up my cunt, I was the happiest woman in the world."
Bill and Cal left then to get the projection equipment ready, and Carl then dutifully offered to help. He was pleased when his father told him it wasn't necessary, since it left him free to go on talking and playing with Eva. The fact that she was the wife of an older man thrilled him and told him that he too was a man.
Before long, the projector was set up and Bill suggested that drinks be refreshed. It was obvious that he meant none would be able to turn away from the screen once the film got rolling.
Carl thought and decided to skip that round, but he poured one for Eva. He wanted to go easy on the drinking since there were other more enjoyable things to do. Besides that, Eva had asked him to sit with her during the show, and that meant his hands could be put to more interesting uses than holding a glass.
Just before he flicked the switch to bring the projector to life, Bill gave them a quick rundown on the people who had been photographed at play, and the circumstances under which the film had been shot.
And then the light hit the screen, Bill adjusted the focus, and a few seconds later they saw a room in which what appeared to be a dozen people were clustered around a bar. Most of them were only partially dressed; two men were naked.
At the sound of a zipper, Carl immediately turned to see that Eva was opening her dress. As she stood, he helped her out of it. The way she filled her bra and panties! She whispered to him again and he began undressing. Elsewhere in the room, other people, he saw and heard, were also taking their clothes off. He stripped naked and returned to the couch with her.
They watched scenes in which people stripped and played casually with each other until arousal steered the playing into various forms of fucking, cunt lapping, cock sucking and a few special acts thrown in.
In one of them, a woman lay on her stomach while another knelt astride her. There was also a naked man lying over her legs with his face just above her ass.
The man held her buttocks apart and, after the camera zoomed in for a close-up of her hole, the woman began pouring the syrup into her crack. As fast as she poured it, the man lapped it up.
When the syrup was gone, he pulled her up onto her knees, took his stiff cock in his hand and, fitting it between the cheeks of her bum, pushed it all the way home and gave her a brisk bum fucking.
Later in the film, Carl saw a fine example of the peeing his father had told them about. In his arms, he felt Eva tense with excitement as, on the screen, he saw her climbing nude into an empty bath tub.
Four naked men lined up by the tub and, one after another, each man urinated on her. They were considerate in not wetting her hair, but every other portion of her was generously wetted. The most favored areas seemed to be her face and breasts, but when the last man had, finished and she stood . rubbing her body, she was completely drenched and clearly ecstatic.
"That's really something," Carl then whispered to her. "How does it feel?"
"Like nothing else in the world. After a while, you're going to take me to a bath tub and do it to me. If you like, I can do it to you later, then we can shower and come back to the party."
"Great. I never thought I'd want to be peed on, but now I know I'd love to look up and watch you peeing. I'll bet it must be warm."
"Very warm, Carl, and very exciting."
The film finished and the lights came back on. There were more movies to show, but they agreed to space them out over the weekend.
"How about that," Cal commented with a grin as he came to the couch where Eva was feeding an aroused titty into Carl's eager mouth. "My own son steals the woman I had my eye on."
"I'll give her to you when I'm finished, Dad." he replied, holding the big cone in readiness for more sucking.
"You're all heart, son," he chuckled. "Make sure you don't wear her out."
As Carl eagerly took the tit back into his mouth, Cal and the woman exchanged winks and the man turned toward Suzi, who stood alone at the bar.
"I'm getting very hot, Carl," Eva whispered urgently. "I'd love to have you go down on me and work me over with your tongue."
"Sure thing. Do you have a favorite position?"
"As long as there's a face in my crotch, I'm happy."
"Would you like to sit on my face? I'd love to do it that way."
"By all means. Ready."
"Ready."
In a moment, Carl quickly moved onto his back, licking his lips as the woman hovered over him, paused for a moment, then slowly squatted over his face.
"You're beautiful," he panted as her big ass came down to meet him.
And then her cunt was brushing his lips and, as his hands rubbed her body excitedly, his tongue darted into the hot slit and he was lapping, greedily. It was easy to tell how much she was enjoying it; her body kept twitching, and exciting sounds broke from her throat.
Her enjoyment stimulated him to lick and suck even more greedily and so they went on, each inspiring the other while a searing lust wrapped over them.
Because Carl smartly had already prepared her, Eva was crying out in her orgasm even before he expected it. He held her tightly against his face until the spasms passed, then it was he who sighed and moaned as she moved around on him, her wet cunt bathing his sweating face.
"You were good, Carl," she told him then. "You are a very good man."
The boy glowed at her words of praise and told her in return that hers was the most beautiful crotch that had ever sat on his face.
"You have a turn coming now, Carl. Are you ready for it?"
"I'll say I am."
"Then just lie as you are, I'll do the work for you since you were so good to me."
Eva moved to squat beside him, then leaned over and took the head of his pecker in her mouth. She sucked the head nicely, then licked the whole length of his bone.
"It feels very hard, Carl," she whispered. "I love young men with really hard cocks."
Eva got up then, knelt astride his body, and began to lower herself toward his rampant prick. When he felt his cock rubbing in her crotch, he saw her rest her weight on one hand while the other came into view between her thighs, positioning his cock.
He felt the hot wetness of her slit as she guided it in, then she was pushing down. It was only the work of seconds before he was in her to the hilt and he felt the silken weight of her, grinding down on him and driving him wild.
"Don't try to hold back for me, Carl," she told him as she turned her body so that her lovely breasts swayed. "I'm not fussy about a come this time. Just let yourself go and enjoy a nice fucking."
And a very nice fucking it turned out to be. Eva knew the position well, he saw, because she rode him with the grace and poise of a schooled equestrienne riding a well-trained show horse.
She obviously had strong muscles, since she was able to ride slowly with long smooth strokes, taking his prick deeply into her slit, then releasing just enough of it so that he did not slip out of the slippery chute in her wet crotch.
Each time she came down, her ass hit him again and each time, it was a new thrill for the boy, who had never before been fucked that way. He reached up and grasped her swaying tits.
"Damn it, I'm going to come," he panted.
"Let it go, baby," she told him. "Relax and let me drain your balls."
At that moment, relaxing was out of the question for the boy. The tension within his balls built to an excruciating point, then exploded. She pressed down, squirming on him, and he groaned weakly as the muscles of her cunt closed and opened around the length of. his cock and she was pulling the spurts of semen right out of his balls until he thought he was going to faint.
"Was it good, Carl!"
"Good? It was the greatest ever. Your cunt must be different in some way."
"It's a perfectly normal cunt, darling," she smiled, "just better trained than most, that's the whole secret of a woman being a great lay instead of just a good one."
For Carl, as for the others, it was just the beginning of a long and very exciting evening. It also became a very tiring one.
Shortly before ten, while Carl lay back on the couch so that Sarah could try to bring. his cock to life in her mouth, he fell asleep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Carl suddenly felt smooth hands shaking him, and heard a gentle voice urging him to wake up. He knew he was not in his bed, but could not understand where he was or why. And then, he began to snap out of it as he realized that he had fallen asleep at the party where so many exciting things had happened.
He began to apologize then for having fallen off, but he heard Eva giggling joyously, her mouth close to his ear. "It's almost two o'clock in the morning, darling," she told him, "and everyone else is asleep."
"You mean it?"
"I mean it. There are fucked-out bodies all over the joint."
"Crazy." He sat up, looking a little less stunned.
"But I'm not fucked out. I had a nice sleep and it refreshed me and made me hungry for your strong young cock again."
"I've got a feeling the rest did me some good too," he said, grinning broadly. "Shall we get at it?"
"I've got a better idea. Come on with me.".
Together, they walked from the room and went upstairs to the bedroom where Eva had put the suitcase she wanted. As she opened it and bent to rummage through it, Carl grinned, enjoying a delightful view of big rump and, by crouching and looking up, thrilled at the sight of the now familiar crotch. As he did, his cock went rock hard.
"Well," Eva said with a smile as she turned and saw his erection, "you can look up my crotch any time you like if it does that to you, lover."
"It does it real fast," he told her proudly as he stood and waved it for her.
"Let's sit on the bed," she told him. "I have some pictures here that I think you'll enjoy looking at. I'm ready to bet that they are going to make that strong young cock of yours even stronger."
It was a big manila envelope, and from it she withdrew a stack of eight by ten pictures and held them face down. "Do you like pictures?" she asked teasingly.
"I do if they're the right kind."
"I think they are."
"Then hurry up and show me." He reached for them, but she drew them out of his reach.
"Naughty, naughty, darling. I'll show them to you, but you must be patient."
When Carl finally settled down, she turned over the first one, and showed him a picture of her sitting naked with a man lying equally naked over her lap as she spanked his behind with a paddle.
"You look like you're enjoying yourself," he commented.
"I always do when I'm beating a man. In fact, when it works out right, I can come while I'm beating him without my cunt ever being touched."
Carl then saw her hand trembling as she reached to turn the next picture over for him. When she did, he shuddered at the sight of it.
A young man with smooth skin and large, smooth buttocks was leaning, bent from the waist, his hands pressed against a wall. Eva, clad in black bra and panties, with long sheer nylons caressing her legs and thighs, was delivering a cruel lash of a short whip.
The vicious-looking whip was just making contact with his buttocks. Above that were the marks of previous lashes. His face was partially turned toward the camera, which caught the grimace of pain. His mouth was open wide as if screaming.
"He's just twenty years old," she told him in a husky whisper, "and cries like a girl. I came while I was whipping him, then when I finished I used the handle of my whip as a cock and fucked myself to another come."
"Didn't he want to?" Carl asked.
"He couldn't. I gave him a bit too much and he was too weak."
"I don't think I'd dig that," he said with another little shudder.
"Don't worry, I have lots of men who are glad to submit to my whip. I never force anyone."
Through the remainder of the pictures, Carl saw that she enjoyed beating both men and women, and that in addition to the whip she also seemed to enjoy spanking with various implements and strapping.
Turning back to the suitcase then, Eva brought out a number of punishment implements to show them to the boy. Among them was the whip he had seen in her pictures, and also a martinet with a longer handle and five thin thongs., "A whip?"
"Not a whip dear. It's called a martinet."
"It looks like a whip to me."
"The martinet was designed in Europe centuries ago for the correction of girls who were too sensitive to be whipped, yet required painful punishment."
"It still looks like a whip and I'm afraid of it."
"You disappoint me, Carl. Just when you had me convinced you were a man, not a juvenile."
"Aw, cut it out, Eva. Whips tear the skin and draw blood. That's going too far."
"Silly boy. I've used this on dozens of asses, male and female, and I've never drawn a drop of blood. That's the beauty of the martinet, it paints bright red lines, but does not break the skin."
"Is that the truth, Eva?"
"I wouldn't lie to you, Carl. I like you a lot, more than just a friend or a sex partner, if you know what I mean." As she talked to him, her tone deepened and filled with sincerity, she held his face between her hands and rubbed it gently. He felt himself melting under her spell. With a shudder, Carl knew then that he would bend to her will and submit his naked ass to a beating with the martinet.
"I know it will make me cry like a baby," he was close to sobbing.
"Of course it will, darling, but that's the purpose of it all. It is thrilling to see and hear a man crying and begging me for mercy, but it will be even more exciting with one as young and smooth-skinned as you. You will submit to me, won't you, Carl?"
"Yes," he heard himself say.
"Wonderful. You won't be sorry, I promise.". "Do you want to beat me now?"
"No dear. That would be a mistake. It is thrilling to watch you and see your nervousness and fear. When I beat my twenty-year-old partner, I sometimes make him wait as long as two hours before I give it to him."
"I guess you really know this game, Eva. How long have you been doing it?"
"Since I was eighteen. I was turning the odd trick as a part-time pro. A guy in his fifties took me to his house and paid me a hundred dollars to whip him while his naked wife watched."
"Weren't you nervous?"
"Just the opposite. That was the first time I ever had an orgasm while giving a beating."
"How about his wife?"
"When I finished with him she almost ripped my panties to pieces getting them off me. She went down on me and gave me my second come of the evening. While she was driving me, her husband jerked himself off all over us."
"Does Hill let you beat him?"
"That's how I met him. A mutual friend sent him to me. I gave him a beating with the martinet, then we sucked each other off. Two months later we got married. Now I'm rich, happy and have all the asses I want to beat. We have a lot of friends like your father and the girls."
"I hope I'll get to meet them some day."
"You will, Carl. I'll be anxious to show you off to . my friends."
While they talked, Eva kept glancing at her watch and telling him how much time there was to go.
"Fourteen minutes to -go, Carl, before I start beating you. I'm getting hot, dear; give my cunt a nice wet kiss" Rather than just kiss it, Carl pulled her crotch hard against his face and lapped her until she climaxed.
"Six minutes to go, Carl. Turn over and let me play with your smooth bum."
Raising him a little, she covered both cheeks with wet kisses.
And then time ran out and she was getting up off the bed and preparing it for him. One thick pillow was piled on top of two others, and Carl knew he would lie with his midsection on them to elevate his bare ass for the biting kiss of what he still considered a whip.
"Lie down with your bare ass up now Carl," she told him as she stood swishing the martinet. "It is time for me to punish you and make you cry."
As the critical moment arrived, he began to sob. He wanted to ask her to let him out of his promise, but the desire to be considered a man in her eyes was too strong, so he meekly crawled to the mound of pillows and draped his trembling body over them.
"You are trembling, Carl; are you afraid?"
"Y-Yes."
"You should be afraid, Carl. I am going to beat your ass as punishment. It will hurt you. Are you ready?"
"Yes."
"But. I am not. Watch me prepare my whip so that I get a good grip."
He twisted his head to look, and saw her standing, her feet braced wide apart. Parting the lips of her cunt with the fingers of her left hand, she inserted the leather handle into her slit and pushed it up until he saw her grimace.
Still not content, she worked it back and forth in a fucking motion which started slowly, then gradually quickened.
"I'm going to fuck myself with it until I'm almost ready to come, Carl," she panted. "Then I'll jerk it out and start beating you. rll be wild with desire then and I'll set your rump on fire. Ooh, I'm starting to get close, Carl ... I'm getting there ... get ready ... you may as well start crying now, Carl ... oooh ... ooohhhh ... now!"
There was a blur of motion, the handle was jerked out of her slit, there was a swishing sound, then . . . SPLAT. Although the martinet had only five thongs, Carl was sure he felt five times that many fingers of fire along the surface of his buttocks and well under the skin.
"Readdddyyy ... now!" she hissed, and again the cruel little fingers wrapped around one buttock, the tips cutting into the sensitive skin along the slope of his crack. He screamed out loudly and jerked his ass high in the air as his fingers dug into the bedclothes.
As if she expected it, Eva brought the martinet down just in time to meet his butt on the way up.
"Oh what a lovely bum ... what a sweet ass ... SPLAT ... Yes Carl, scream ... I love your screams ... SPLAT ... oh those beautiful red lines ... SPLAT ..."
She said many things as she went wild with aroused lust. She covered both cheeks of his butt with vivid lines while he screamed and plunged on the bed but did not attempt to turn his ass away from her slashing martinet.
And then she dropped the whip and threw herself on top of him, her arms holding him tightly, her thighs and belly rubbing his flaming bottom.
"I'm coming ... I'm coming ..." he heard her scream through the sound of his crying.
Her body rubbed quickly a few more times, then just pressed and jerked as she went off bumping against his butt.
The three spectators who stood in the doorway then saw Carl push her off quickly, turn her over roughly and throw himself between her legs. It was obvious to them that both participants in this bizarre meeting had reached the pinnacle of insane lust and had not only no control over what they were doing, but perhaps even no knowledge of their emotions and actions.
He rammed his prick into her, brutally, then went on to give her as rough a fucking as she had ever experienced. It was a brief fuck, but a memorable one, one that the three silent spectators would not forget for a long time to come.
When Carl collapsed onto the suddenly still body of the woman, the man who had been watching turned and went in search of a drink. Sarah and Suzi took one look at each other and hurried to the bed. In moments each had her face pressed greedily into the crotch of the other and they were filling the room with loud, wet sucking sounds.
While Sarah and Suzi went on sucking, Eva and Carl recovered enough to tell each other how good it had been. To her delight, Carl admitted it had been so thrilling, despite the pain, that he would want to do it again with her.
"Oh, you darling," she whispered into his 'ear so that he could hear above the squeals and groans of ecstasy from the other two in the bed, "you are so wonderful that for the rest of our stay here, you may do anything you want with me. Anything, just name it."
They got off the bed then and went in search of a drink. As they walked from the room, Carl wore his bright red badges of courage proudly and thrilled to the tingle that promised to continue for a long time.
Carrying their drinks with them, they found an empty bed and claimed it as theirs for the remainder of the night. In spite of all they had been through, they lay in a warm embrace talking for a long time of all the things they could do to thrill and delight each other.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Carl sleepily opened his eyes, looked at .the lush body of the woman who slept beside him, then remembered the events of the previous night. Moving cautiously so as not to disturb his sleeping companion, he edged to the floor and walked to the dresser.
There, positioning himself in front of the big mirror, he turned and twisted so that he could examine his behind. His buttocks presented a lacework of thin lines, not the bright red they had been, but still colorful and exciting to see.
He noted, too, that Eva had kept her word and had not broken the skin at all. There was not even a suggestion of blood to be seen.
"Pretty, isn't it?" she mumbled a little sleepily from the bed and pushed herself into a sitting position.
"Yes, Eva, but not as pretty as you."
"What a lovely thing to hear first thing in the morning, Carl. Do come and kiss me, I'm barely awake and already I'm horny."
It was just the kind of command he was in the mood to obey, so he hurried to the bed and took her warm, relaxed body into his strong young arms. They locked into a full-length embrace and kissed passionately. Even after their kiss ended, their bodies were still rubbing and telling silently of passion re-aroused in both of them.
While they were talking about the best way of starting the day, Suzi drifted into the room carrying a tray containing orange juice spiked with vodka, and Bloody Marys for those who preferred vegetables to fruit at that time of day.
"How's your bum this morning?" she asked Carl with a smile that was surprisingly bright considering that she and Sarah had been diving each. other in the middle of the night.
"Take a look," he said as he turned to show it to her.
"Oh, yummy," she "sighed as she ran her hands over the lines and expressed surprise that the skin remained smooth and unbroken.
"Would you like to try it later?" Eva asked warmly. "It can be fun. Ask Carl."
"I may at that, but later when I'm good and horny. I know how much Carl enjoyed it. I've never seen a man so wild with lust. He was like an enraged animal."
"You're telling me. I've never been fucked better in my life. Talk about blowing your mind, I blew my whole damn body, I think."
"And Sarah and I got so worked up watching that we did a pretty good job of blowing each other. I think I have tooth marks in my cunt. If I don't have, I should. For a while, I thought she really was going to eat it right off."
While they laughed, she picked up her tray and continued her errand of mercy. Watching her walking away, her pretty buttocks bouncing in the sheer cover of black nylon panties, Eva mused aloud her hope that the maid would take a beating from her later that day. When she told Carl just how determined she was to flay the pretty bottom, he promised to help her get Suzi horny enough, then hold her in position if that would help.
"Not only would it help, darling," she ensured him, "but it would be so exciting to watch that you would probably go off in the air."
"All over her ass while you're still beating it," he said with excitement.
Reaching to clasp his prick in her hand, Eva found it terribly enlarged, but not as hard as she remembered it.
"What's with you?" she asked. "You're even bigger than I remember, but not very hard."
"It's strictly a pee hard," he explained. "I'm afraid my bladder is going to explode any minute now."
"How interesting," she sighed. "You must have quite a lot stored up. Enough to give a girl a nice hot morning shower."
His eyes went wild with excitement as he realized what she was saying.
"Do you mean it, Eva?"
"I always mean- what I say, Carl. Especially when I am with a strong-cocked young man who is full of piss, in the very best sense of the term, that is."
"And this is the first time I've ever been pleased to hear someone tell me I'm full of it," he laughed in reply. "If you're ready, we'd better get going. I'd hate to waste it all on the floor on the way."
Their hands joined, transmitting excitement to each other, Carl led her down the hallway to the nearest bathroom. This time he wanted privacy with his partner, so he locked the door behind them.
At once, Eva made for the tub and bent to put the plug in.
"Don't you let it run away?" he asked.
"No. I like to feel my ass in it. If you won't want me to pee on you, I'll do it first so there will be more in the tub. What do you say?"
"I say save it. I've never actually watched a woman peeing, the idea of watching it from below and feeling it on me sounds pretty good to me right now."
"It's better than pretty good, Carl, it's great. Like the greatest." Only then did the woman notice that she still wore her garter belt and nylons. "I better take these off," she giggled, "they feel like they've been on for a week."
To his surprise, the boy found her words exciting. He bent and unfastened the suspenders from one leg while she did the other. When both nylons had been removed, he picked them up, balled them in his hands and carried them to his pose where he breathed deeply, inhaling the odor and trembling with an unexpected delight.
Losing control fast, he stuffed the nylons into his mouth and closed it tightly. His excitement was infectious so that Eva felt fires igniting in her crotch and fanning out through her body. With a little groan, she threw her arms around the boy and kissed his mouth passionately as their naked bodies rubbed in a kiss of their own. He felt her nipples growing hard against his body.
"Where did you learn that?" she asked in a tone of open admiration.
"Right here, just now," he said with a mixture of pride and confidence at having so impressed this mature, experienced woman.
"You really are an amazing young man, Carl. I have the panties I wore on the trip. They're in my room. Shall I save them?"
"Better, wear them again, as much as you can. We can save them for the night before you leave. I'll take them off when we go to bed."
"I'll be doing quite a bit of fucking between now and then, Carl, they'll be pretty gamy."
"So much the better. When the guy pulls his cock out, put them right back on."
"Ooh Carl, you are a man. I'm going to borrow you as an interesting house guest if your father will let me have you."
"He will, and I'm all for the idea. I want to meet all the people I can and learn as much as I can. I want to be a man like my father and I want to do it fast."
"You can't miss, darling. How does your bladder feel now?"
"Ready to flood the room. Are you ready?"
"Here I go then, you stand at the end of the tub and get that fire hose of yours ready. I'm aflame and it's up to you to put out the fire for me with your lovely hot water."
"To the rescue, madam. Where do you want me to direct the hose?"
"Do you have a preference, Carl?"
"You're beautiful all over, Eva. Just tell me where you want it."
"Well, if you do my face first, I won't be able to see so well. It. would really be better for me if you worked on my tits and belly for a while, then, when you're almost finished, work up to my face. Give me time to close my eyes, that stuff burns like hell when it gets into your eyes."
"Are you ready, Eva?"
"More than I've ever been for anything in my life, dear. Give it to me."
Carl took his tool in his right hand, exerted his muscles, and almost cried out when nothing happened.
"Don't worry," she told him in a light tone. "Just relax and it will happen all by itself. It's like having to do it in a doctor's office. The more you try, the harder it gets."
Her easy approach did the trick, and Carl soon felt the dam breaking and surging through his cock. He aimed it down just barely in time so that the yellow stream hit her on the throat, just grazing the bottom of her chin.
Quickly then, he moved the stream down into the smooth valley between her thrusting breasts. He had just begun, and already she was making animal sounds interspersed with a stream of the vilest, most exciting obscenity he had ever heard.
Controlling the stream easily, he moved it out of the valley and began coursing over the big cones. He gave a little grunt of satisfaction when he scored a direct hit on a nipple and caused a wider splash of his warm urine.
Her louder cry at that moment told him that she was as pleased as he.
"Drown me, you cunt sucking, ass-fucking, prick licking son of a whore, drown me," she cried as the hot stream went moving over her body. "Piss all over me or I'll cut your girlish rear to ribbons with my whip, you shit: eating cocksucker."
On and on she went until Carl felt himself reeling and feared he would faint from the excitement of it all. He didn't, though, and kept moving the stream up and down until he sensed that the end was approaching.
"Close your eyes, Eva," he told her, "here it comes on your beautiful face."
He hit her on the cheek first, then began to move the stream around. He stopped when she opened her mouth and began to drink it. It only lasted for about three seconds, but it was three seconds of ball-tearing delight as he watched the lovely, horny woman drinking his piss.
"My God," she panted as the final dribbles fell onto her feet, "you really are full of piss. Full of hot, salty great piss."
"Was it good?" he asked eagerly.
"Good? It was so fucking great I thought I was going to die before you finished."
"I want to find out what it's like, Eva. I want to look up and see you pissing on me. I want to see the stream right from your crotch."
"Get in the tub, lover man," she said as she struggled to her feet to make room for him. "You're going to think that someone just heated and colored Niagara Falls and you're at the bottom of the Gorge."
Twice, Carl almost fell before he got into the position he wanted. Under him, the bottom of the tub was very wet and slippery so that it was not easy to achieve his goal sitting upright, leaning back just a little so that he would have a clear view of the woman's crotch.
At last, he achieved it and told her so. It was her turn then to adjust her position. When she did, Eva gave up her plan to tease him by keeping him waiting. She was more than ready to release the flow and she couldn't make herself wait any longer, she had to find out how the young man was going to react to his first pee shower.
With a groan, she let it go and hit him on the chest. It was not as easy for her to change the direction of her stream as it had been for' him, with his more accurate male equipment, but by daringly moving her feet on the slippery tub, she managed to shoot urine down his chest, belly, and crotch, then bring it back up until she sprayed his face.
Just as she had caught the final portion of his stream in her mouth, Carl felt impelled to do the same with hers. He drank fast, and while he did not really enjoy the taste, there was a wild excitement in the realization that what he was drinking came right out of the crotch where he had put both his mouth and his prick during the previous twenty-four hours.
Wiping his eyes with his fingers, he looked up to see the final droplets as they fell.
Eva looked as weak as she felt as she clambered tiredly out of the tub and stood beside it.
"There are bath towels in that drawer," Carl said urgently as he fought his way out of the slippery tub. "Spread a bunch of them on the floor."
He almost broke his neck by admiring her gleaming wet ass as he got out of the tub, but he survived and was in time to help her make up their bed on the hard floor. It would be uncomfortable for her, he knew, but he sensed that she wouldn't mind it since she wanted to fuck as much as he did at that moment.
"Come on, Carl," she cried. "I'm dying for it."
"So am I," he told her, breathing deeply as he dropped to the floor, cock in hand.
Within moments,. he was driving his prick deeply into her hot, wet slit and they were withering together, their wet bodies rubbing and mingling sweat with piss as he began fucking her.
Unmindful of the hardness of their makeshift bed, Eva bounced her ass lustily up and down and threw her long, wet legs around his body as he got into the rhythm of ramming his aroused pole in and out of her hungry twat.
Carl missed timing his come with hers by about four seconds. In their wild withering and bouncing on the floor, his spurting prick slipped out of her slit and led a long series of spurts all over her crotch and belly.
When he realized what was happening, Carl raised himself and watched his semen shooting all over her. It was the first time such a thing had happened to him, and he decided that far from being a tragedy, it was something he would want to do again.
Later, while they showered away the results of all their fun, he told her about his idea.
"You keep coming up with great new ideas, Carl, and this one sounds like a honey."
"Then you'll go along with it?"
"Damn right. First though, I'll want you to bring me right to the edge. Then you stick it in me and go like hell. If we time it right, you can pull out just when I'm well into my come, and we can watch you squirting cream all over me. With your pressure, I may even be able to catch some in my mouth, if I'm lucky."
"I'll make sure we're both lucky," he told her.
While they toweled after the shower, Eva had trouble convincing herself that her wonderful, exciting lover was still a month short of being seventeen years old.
"Carl," she told him' with feeling, "by the time you reach the age of twenty-one, you are going to have revolutionized sex completely."
"With you as a teacher, Eva," he fielded the compliment graciously, "I can't miss."
They stopped on the way to pick up Eva's panties, then went in search of the others.
CHAPTER NINE
One of the developments of the weekend visit was an agreement to write a script for a professional movie to include Bill and Eva, as well as Cal's household. As soon as all was in readiness, they would hold a few rehearsals under Hank's direction, then produce a real movie.
Another was that Carl would leave with Bill and Eva to visit them and their circle of interesting friends for a week. At first, Cal was reluctant about allowing his son to take off a week from school, but he relented in time and agreed as both Bill and Eva kept pressure on him.
It was a four-hour drive to the city where Bill and Eva lived, and it allowed plenty of time to talk about what they would do during the following week.
"Of course you will sleep in our bed with us," Eva told Carl, smiling.
"Sounds great."
"Well dear, you are our guest and we wouldn't want you to be lonesome."
"It may get crowded," Bill observed, "when I invite the maid to join us, but I'm sure we'll find some way to work things out if we apply ourselves to it."
"Sure, certainly," Carl contributed, "like maybe sleeping on top of each other. I sure hope Bill will let me sleep on top of you a lot while I'm there."
"You can be sure of that, Carl. Mind you," Bill went on, "there will be times when Eva will be tired and the maid will be busy and we'll have to look after each other."
"You mean," Carl paused, "you and me?"
"Sure. You don't mean, you haven't tried it that way yet, do you?"
"Well ... no, I haven't."
"If you're going to be a swinger, Carl, you have to go all the way and swing in all directions. Most of our friends do, and you won't want to look like a hick from the country."
"I don't know," Carl fumbled, lost for words. "I guess it's just that I never thought of it."
"Let's not worry about it now, boys," Eva interceded and pulled the hem of her dress well above her stocking tops as she spoke. "We have a whole week to talk about specifics. For now, I'd much rather have a nice strong hand on my legs. I think I'm getting horny."
"Getting horny?" her husband laughed. "You started getting horny at about the age of three and haven't stopped since."
"Is that a complaint?" she asked, pretending to be offended at his comment.
"No, and you bloody well know it. Go ahead, Carl, give her a little feel and let me know when you two want to get into the back seat. I'll pull over."
At the touch of Carl's strong hand on her thigh, Eva sighed and opened her long legs wide. With his free hand, Carl pushed her dress higher so that he was able to stroke the belly and crotch of her panties. She was wearing a fresh pair for the trip, since the ones she had worn since Friday had been made much too wet by Carl's mouth earlier that afternoon when he chewed and sucked on them after he had taken them off her, balled them, and stuffed them into his mouth as planned.
"Ohh, that feels good, but we need more room," she said almost sadly.
At once, Bill reduced speed and guided the car to the shoulder of the highway. Almost before it came to a stop, Carl quickly opened the door and stepped out. Moments later, the car started again with Bill alone in the front seat.
The woman and boy were sprawled on the back seat with Eva's dress pulled above her waist. While Carl fondled her thighs and panties, she opened the front of her dress and unfastened her bra.
There was still enough daylight to permit vision, so Bill adjusted his mirror to see the back seat. He saw one of Eva's legs over the back of the front seat, while Carl then was quickly getting into position to bathe her thighs and panties with kisses and licks.
"Oh lover," she panted, "I think you're going to make me come with my panties on. Do it, then take them off for me."
By that time, Carl had easily slipped both his hands under her bum and raised it up off the seat.
"Oh that's it, Carl lover, you're so big and strong. Handle me. Kiss me."
She had warmed up fast, Carl saw, and already she was red hot and raving with lust. Sweating profusely, Carl bent her other leg and raised it over her. Her crotch was wide open then and he pressed his face into it.
Already, her panties were filled with woman odor and as he inhaled it he felt his brain sending frantic signals to his cock, which was receiving them loud and clear as it throbbed strongly in his pants.
More and more, Carl then knew, and thrilled at the thought as he mouthed her crotch through the sheer nylon, he was going to come to love the odor and taste of panties. Not fresh, perfumed panties, but well worn ones, rich with the strong aroma of sweat and cunt juice.
He would, he told himself, have women wear panties for a long time while doing strenuous physical exercises, then he would fondle and lick the crotch to make it wetter, before taking the delightful garment off to inhale and suck in his mouth.
While the boy was still sucking, the car overtook a slow moving truck filled with young men and women probably returning from a Sunday picnic.
Acting on impulse, Bill brought his car even with the truck, then matched the speed of the other vehicle. There was an almost instant roar of approval and excitement from the group in the truck. Bill flicked another glance at the minor to see what they were seeing.
Not only were they being treated to the sight of a boy kneeling to kiss and lick his wife's crotch, but she made a more impressive sight as she fondled her naked tits and jiggled them up and down for all to see and admire.
Knowing how his wife loved to have an audience when she was horny, Bill guessed that she would reach an orgasm very quickly. Even as he thought, he heard her first moans and cries and both saw and heard her legs kicking as much as the relative confinement of the big Lincoln permitted.
Spotting a car coming toward them, he was forced to step on the gas and get into his own lane ahead of the truck. The crowd waved wildly, but he wanted to get home. I'm tired, he thought, and she had had her little fun. Besides, he knew, Carl would be more than capable of keeping her amused.
But there was another reason for his wanting to get home. He had seen pretty Carl in his female attire, and it had been his idea to have the boy visit them. Eva had helped by working on Carl's father, but while the boy would be free to use Eva's body all he wanted, that was not the main reason for the visit.
Bill enjoyed romping with women, and did it well every time out, but there were times when he wanted the thrill of a male body in his arms and under his body. The thrill was even greater if the male was young and smooth skinned, like Carl was.
He reduced the speed of the car so that he could drive safely while he pictured his good-looking guest. In that picture, the boy was wearing his negligee and lingerie and was smiling sweetly.
As the fantasy progressed, the negligee was gone and Bill then was fondling firm, smooth buttocks through filmy nylon. And then, Carl was kneeling while he knelt up behind, close behind. The panties were down and he held his prick in his hand, stiff and anxious, the satiny cheeks were parted ...
He had to cut sharply in response to the blasting of a car horn. The oncoming car was forced onto the shoulder, but Bill made it safely back into his own lane. It had been close, too close. He swore to keep his mind off the boy and on his driving.
Turning the radio on, he found music and tried to concentrate on that. It wasn't easy, but it was something he had to do, or he would allow his mind to drift and kill them all.
He did not know whether or not the other car had held the road, but that didn't matter to him. There had been no other cars in sight, and if the car did go off the road, it would be strictly the driver's word, if he was alive, that he had been forced off.
In the back seat, young Carl had slipped Eva's panties right off and he had his mouth in her crotch again. Her sighs and groans told the driver that his wife was getting ready for yet another orgasm. That, of course, didn't surprise him. Eva, he had learned years before, was not like other women who eventually reached a saturation point in sex. With her, as long as it was possible to stay awake, she was always in the mood for one more come, regardless of how it was done, as long as it was done.
"I swear your entire life is centered in your cunt," he had once told her after a particularly strenuous weekend session.
"Of course it is, darling," she had smiled. "And if I have a soul, it's there too. Maybe that's what there is about me. I have my soul there instead of an ordinary clitoris. When I get fucked or sucked, I'm getting it body and soul." Laughing, she had then gone on to hum a few bars of the song of the same name.
The slurping sounds from behind him told Bill that soul or no soul, her body was being well handled, and that sweet Carl, despite his youth, was an excellent match for her wild lust.
He ignored them for a while, and the next time he looked back Eva was bent in two and Carl hotly had his eager face pressed hard between the cheeks of her ass, reaming her asshole.
"Oh, Carl darling," she panted in a muffled tone, "you're so good. Your tongue is right up my dirt chute. Go, lover, go."
Doing some mental arithmetic, Bill checked his watch and calculated that the pair had been at it for just about an hour. It was still almost a two-hour drive to their home. He made a game of trying to predict when or whether she would tire of her romp in the back seat boudoir.
Any time limit he -may have established would have been a wrong one. When he rolled the car into the garage and turned to look, he saw Eva lying in Carl's arms while he sucked a tit and fingered her slit.
CHAPTER TEN
Carl opened his eyes sleepily, and again wondered where he was. It was fast becoming a habit, he realized, not to know where he was when he awoke.
And then he knew as he heard the sounds of a whispered argument beside him. Closing his eyes again, he listened.
"Goddamnit, Eva, I don't care how horny you are. You can finger yourself if you have to, but before any fun and games, we are all going to have something to eat."
"You won't change your mind?" she asked, defeat showing in her tone.
"No, I won't."
When it was obvious that the argument was over, Carl gently put a hand on one cheek of Eva's ass, and gave it a little rub to let her know he was awake.
She rolled over quickly and kissed his mouth with all the passion he remembered from the previous evening in the back of the car.
"That mean husband of mine won't let us have a quickie before breakfast," she pouted.
"Isn't he mean," Carl winked at Bill over Eva's smooth, bare shoulder.
She had slept between the two of them, and while it was a bit crowded, it had been a delightful arrangement as far as Carl was concerned.
Still, fatigue had kept him from taking full advantage of the situation. He had only vague recollections of feeling the silken warmth of breasts and buttocks through the veil of sleep which surrounded his brain.
"All right, everybody out of bed," Bill called in his best drill sergeant voice.
"What's the hurry, darling?" Eva persisted.
"I'm going to be a bit late getting to the office to make sure my serfs are working, but I don't want to overdo it. Besides, I intend leaving them in between."
"That's what I want," Eva said with a laugh as she got up, "something done in between. Between my legs, that is."
"You're going to get something before I leave, all right," her husband told her, "but you won't find out what it is until after breakfast, so get a move on."
Eva tossed young Carl a robe and told him that would do, then followed her husband to the master bedroom after she laid out his clothes for him. It surprised Carl suddenly that the woman who seemed so completely devoted to sex could also ,be practical and efficient when the time came.
Less then twenty minutes later, the three went downstairs for breakfast. Bill was fully dressed, while Eva wore only a sheer negligee over her nudity. It didn't hide any part of her, and, in fact, made her look even more exciting, Carl decided as he watched her legs and full, round buttocks as she walked ahead of him.
When the maid walked smiling into the dining room, Carl was sure she had been hired for her looks rather than her ability as a maid.
Big breasts jutted firmly against the black rayon uniform she wore. Flaring out from a trim waist, he saw promise of a well, in fact generously proportioned bum. The skirt of the uniform was so short that he was able to see the lower portion of her nylon tops.
Carl hoped she would bend to pick something up while her back was turned to him. If she did, he was sure, he would have a nice look at her bum without hindrance from the skirt.
She didn't drop anything, but as she bent to serve him, Carl enjoyed a delightful look down the front of her blouse where the soft white slopes of luscious tits caused his cock to stiffen even more than it had already done.
When he looked at her pretty face, he saw- that she was smiling warmly at him.
"Nice," he said returning her smile with a boldness well beyond his years. "Very, very nice."
"Do you mean the food?" she asked teasingly.
"Yes, I'm dying to start eating and holding the food in my hands."
Giggling, the maid returned to the kitchen while the three laughed at the little exchange.
They chatted easily through a light breakfast. Much of the conversation was about Jenny, the twenty-two-year old maid. She had not been a virgin when she came to work for them, but had very little sex experience.
"When everything else was settled," Eva went on with her story, "I calmly told her that I would double her salary if I was sure she could do everything I wanted. You should have seen the look in her eyes."
"Did she agree right away?" Carl promptly asked.
"No. I told her to take a few minutes to think about it. She wanted to know what she would have to do, so I told her that Bill would like to undress her, play with her, suck her tits and her cunt, and of course fuck her.
"While I talked to her, I told her what nice breasts she had and touched them through her blouse. When I got a little more bold, she started to shrink away, so I reminded her how much salary I was offering.
"She sobbed a little when I unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. It was the same with her bra, but she began to melt when I started sucking her breasts after I had rubbed them up."
Eva went on to tell how the young maid had removed the rest of her clothing by herself, and how she had gone down on her and found her to be sweet eating. By the time Bill returned home that evening, she told, Jenny was ready and proved to be a first-class lay who enjoyed it thoroughly.
"And now she's really trained," Carl then pointed.
"Now, believe it or not," Bill commented, "she's every bit as horny as that horny wife of mine."
"Then she's really something special," Carl smilingly replied, impressed at all he had heard about her, and anxious to find out for himself.
"I hear a lot of talk about how horny I am," Eva wore a pained look, "but I don't see much action. It's as if I'm stuck with a man who is too old and a kid who isn't old enough to do anything about a horny woman."
"Are we going to let her get away with that?" Bill asked Carl Jarvis with a wink.
"I don't think we should," Carl responded eagerly, arousal mounting as his joint pushed a bulge into the front of his robe.
"Neither do I," Bill said as he pushed his chair back and glared menacingly toward the woman with whom he had worked out the plan they now followed.
Jumping to her feet, Eva began to run, but got only as far as the next room before her husband caught her around the waist.
As Carl eagerly joined them, laughing, Bill was stripping the negligee away and Eva was naked.
"Now we shall teach you some manners, young lady," he said as he sat on the edge of the couch, pulled her down on his lap and began to spank her thrashing ass.
Although Bill spanked briskly, it was not long before he decided she'd had enough. Both cheeks of her butt were a warm shade of red and she was wriggling it nicely as he held her over his lap while he talked to Carl Jarvis and fondled the hot cheeks.
"This horny little lady has been begging for cock all morning, Carl. I think it's just about time we arranged for her to get some."
"I go along with that."
"But I think that to make it interesting for us, and a bit of punishment for her, we should give her something other than the fucking she expects."
"Sounds interesting. What do you have in mind?"
"I'm thinking what fun it would be to tease her cunt, by giving her a cock up the ass."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. I haven't got time to undress and dress again, so why don't you do it for me?"
"Are you sure she won't mind?"
"Not at all. When she's in the mood, she likes it that way and so do I. This time though, we'll do it whether she's in the mood or not. That will teach her to make smart-asked cracks at us."
"All right, Eva," he told her, patting her pink bum lightly. "Do you get down on all fours now, or do I spank you again?"
"I'll get down, darling." So saying, she clambered off his lap, turned to face young Carl as she rubbed her tingling ass, then gave him a big wink.
Seconds later, she was kneeling on the carpet on her hands and knees, her big, arched ass a maddeningly exciting target. Her husband crouched beside her and, using both hands, drew the massive cheeks apart to show Carl Jarvis what was his to have and to hole.
"Get with it, Carl," he urged as the boy began to undo the sash of his robe. "It's cute and it's tight and it doesn't have teeth, so it cannot bite." He delivered the line like a grade-three student reading poetry.
Dropping his robe, Carl quickly got down on his knees between the widely parted legs of the woman and kissed both cheeks of her ass. They were silky smooth and pleasantly warm from the recent spanking.
"It's just as easy as it looks, Carl," her husband urged. "Stick it in and take her for a ride. Give her every inch of it and make her squirm."
Bill knew his wife had taken bigger bones up her butt before, including his, but he knew she would make a great act of it since that was the way they had planned it to set Carl Jarvis up for a first-class buggering later when Bill returned from the office.
Trying to look confident, Carl strongly pushed the head of his pecker between the parted cheeks and steered a true course for the delightful pink ring the man was holding exposed to him.
The first time he pressed, nothing happened. He began to sweat in fear that he would make a fool of himself. "Push, baby," Eva hissed over her shoulder. "My little pink hole is hungry for cock. Fill my ass and ride me until I drop."
Wild with desire then, and with the need to know how it would feel to bury his cock in an asshole, Carl firmly pushed for the second time as his hands gripped her hips. This time he was rewarded as the head shot through the ring and into her asshole.
He liked the feeling instantly, but the taste only made him want more. Gripping her tightly and pulling her back to meet him, he pushed and stroked until he was in to the hilt.
Her bum was warm and added to the excitement he felt as it pushed back and rubbed against his belly.
"You did well, Carl," the man encouraged him. "From there on, it's just like fucking a woman in the cunt when you do it dog-style. Help yourself boy, and keep her big pink ass squirming. She loves it."
While Eva joined in encouraging him and telling him how good a fucker he was, Carl then pumped in and out bf her bum, spanking her with his belly and loving both the sound and the feel of it.
The fears he had held about bum fucking and being bum fucked were vanishing fast.
"It makes me jealous," Bill told him. "Now I wish you were driving your hard tool up my ass instead of hers. I want you to bugger me tonight, Carl. Be sure to save a stiff one for me. My asshole is tingling at the sight of the way you ram her."
Carl Jarvis kept battering her ass for a full five minutes, then realized that he was on the verge of shooting. This time, he did not try to hold back as he usually did when screwing a woman. He felt much too good to do anything but let go, so he did!
While he spurted strongly into her bowels, she rubbed her ass against him and told him how great it was 'and what a magnificent fucker he was in every sense of the word.
After a few more minutes, Bill had to leave for work. Before going, he promised to return not later than three so that they could all have a ball.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
To his surprise, Carl Jarvis found that Eva did not show any raging sexual appetite after her husband left. When he told her how anxious he was to have a crack at the maid, she gave him another jolt by telling him it would be better to allow Jenny time to get her work done first.
"After all, darling," she reminded him, "it won't be all that long before Bill is back home. Things will really take off then."
They spent most of the morning in the well-stocked library alternating between reading and looking through the many well-illustrated books devoted entirely to erotica.
"It's probably one of the most extensive collections of erotica in America," Eva told him proudly when he commented on the number and quality of books lining the shelves.
"Where did you get them all?"
"All over the world, dear. Bill has agents in every country constantly reporting on new books and scouting rare old ones. The last big score we made was a collection of what seems to be the complete works of Roger Charlton and Andrew Miller."
"I think we have some of their books at home."
"Yes, they are available here now in paperbacks, but these are the originals. Worth a fortune, I'd say." From books, they turned to erotic movies and again Eva assured him that they had an extensive collection and that they did not bother with 8mm, but held out for the generally better quality 16mm.
"Can we look at some?" he wanted to know. "I really dig those horny movies. They're so real, especially the really good ones."
"I know what you mean dear. In a little while, I'll pick out some of the most exciting, and after lunch we'll run off- a few when Jenny can watch with us. She can't resist fingering herself while she watches them, the horny little bitch."
They looked at each other then and broke up at the fact of Eva calling any other woman horny.
A little after twelve, they ate a light lunch and Jenny joined them. During and after the meal, the maid gave young Carl so many teasing glimpses of breasts and thighs that he found himself with a magnificent hard-on.
"I'm sure going to want do something about this before long," he said to Eva, but looked at Jenny as he did so.
"Naughty, naughty, darling. Remember, we promised Bill we would be good and save our real fun until he can join us."
"Yeah," Carl Jarvis replied almost sadly. "I suppose you're right, but rd sure like, to find out what Jenny hides under that uniform."
"If you promise faithfully not to let yourself go off in any way, I'll let you undress her later, and you can play with her while we're watching the movies. Remember though, you have to promise not to shoot your load."
"It's a promise."
"Good, darling, and I know I can trust you to keep it."
"When do we got around to the movies?"
"How does fifteen or twenty minutes suit you?"
"Great. But why so long?"
"Because I never really consider lunch finished until I have a nice strong shot of Canadian Whiskey and water. I consider that a very civilized sort of thing."
"Mind if I join you?"
"I'll mind if you don't. In fact, Jenny usually does. Maybe I'll allow you to feel her up a little while we drink and get into the mood for the movies."
"Who needs to get into the mood? I'm there now."
"Now who's horny?" she teased as they got up to go into the spacious play room, as they called it, where the main bar and, the movie projector were.
"Me, that's who," he told her, laughing, as he fondled the seat of her dress and thrilled to the motions of her graceful walking.
Jenny was waiting for them behind the bar. She had poured a drink for herself and one for Eva.
"What will you have, Carl?" she asked.
"He decided to go along with Eva's choice and, after a sip, told her he liked it.
Eva sat smiling and began sipping her drink. Her dress rode up as she sat, and reminded Carl, in doing so, that a woman's exposed thighs clad in sheer nylon can be very much a thing of excitement, even when a man has seen and handled that woman when she was entirely naked.
He turned to look at Jenny as he heard the lazy sounds of a person stretching. He saw that she was stretching, her arms high above her head. The action pulled the hem of her short dress well above the beautifully expanded tops of her sheer nylons.
Between the contrasting blacks of dress and nylons, her thighs were stunningly white and excitingly beautiful. They were firm and silken looking, and Carl wanted to handle them.
Before her stretch and yawn finished, Carl reached with one hand to stroke the silken skin. Jenny rewarded him with a smile and moved a little closer. Putting his glass down on the bar, the boy used both hands then, one on each warm thigh as he moved up and down from nylon tops to panties.
"Your drink will go cold, Carl," Eva told him with a little laugh.
"Wouldn't that be terrible," he grinned back as he let go of Jenny's thighs and turned to pick up his drink.
The three chatted easily through about half the drink, then Jenny took her glass with her and went to set up the projector. Each time she bent to make an adjustment while threading the film, she gave another exciting show of thigh.
"I believe you like Jenny more than you do me," Eva told him with a hurt expression.
"That's not so, Eva. You know how much I like you and want to be with you all the time. I guess it's just that I can't resist looking at a woman showing her legs. Especially one I haven't seen before."
"I was only teasing, Carl. You've shown me in many ways how much you like me and how beautiful and exciting you find me."
"You had me scared for a minute," he said with a sigh of relief as he picked up his glass.
When Jenny announced that the first film was ready, the three refilled their glasses and adjourned to a wide couch. There, Carl discovered, Eva was able to use remote control switches to control the room lights and the projector.
"It is convenient," Eva replied to his comment on it. "I can even adjust the focus without getting up. There are times when that comes in very handy."
"Yeah, I guess it saves a lot of getting up and down."
"Not just that dear. After all, I often have someone in my cunt while I'm watching a movie. I hardly feel like getting up at a time like that to adjust the focus or turn the machine off."
"I guess not, not when your machine is getting turned on," he agreed.
"We'll get started now," Eva said, as she reached for the control panel to cut the room lights. "You and Jenny may play if you wish. I'll watch both you and the movie. I'm not sure which will be better."
While Eva flicked switches, Jenny snuggled close to Carl to let him know that she liked the idea of being played with as they watched the movie.
"Help yourself, Carl," she told him. "I love having a guy work me over while I watch a horny movie."
"Have fun, kiddies," Eva told them, "but if Carl blows his load there is going to be hell to pay."
The screen came alive then and, at the same time, Carl began opening the top of Jenny's dress. The sight of her lush young tits fighting to escape the half cups of the lacy bra was enough to draw his eyes away from the screen. When he tried, he discovered that they felt as good as they looked.
"Take my bra off and let them out, Carl," she told him in a whisper.
In a moment, her bra was off and the big silken beauties were nestled in his hands as he pulled her close against him.
"Ooh, look." she said.
Turning to the screen, Carl saw a man and woman embracing passionately. It was more than a kiss though, as he had her clothes pulled up and was fondling a shapely ass through sheer nylon panties.
The embrace ended abruptly, and the woman went to the door to admit a second man. She kissed him just as passionately as the other man watched and unzipped his fly.
Carl turned back to the young woman beside him then and pulled her skirt all the way up to expose the luscious thighs. He went for them with both hands and, at the same time, his lips closed around an inviting pink nipple.
From then on, he tried to alternate between the live woman in his arms, and the erotic action on the screen where the two men were naked, showing big stiff pricks, as they undressed the woman. While one took her bra off, the other pulled her panties down and pulled them over her feet.
They held her legs up and open so that the camera was able to capture an intimate view of her wide open cunt. After a bit of playing, the three stood and the woman bent to wrap her arms around one man who stood with his feet wide apart.
She took his big prick into her mouth and began to suck on it while the other man got up close to her arched ass, probed in her crotch with his cock, and slipped it into her cunt.
From various angles, the camera showed the woman getting fucked and sucking the other man off at the same time.
Carl felt his cock pressing so hard against his pants that he feared it would break. Just then, Jenny saved it by opening his fly and taking it out to examine it. She showed him how much she liked it by bending over and taking it into her mouth.
When he looked back to the screen, Carl saw that the woman was lying on her back being sucked off by one of the men, while the other knelt astride her pulling himself off and then shooting his load into her wide open mouth.
The three changed positions again. One of the men bum-fucked the woman while the other man played with her tits for a while, then stuck his rampant cock into her mouth and she blew him.
"Man," Carl panted, "I wish my cock could get stiff as fast as that."
"Don't put yourself down, Carl," Eva told him. "This is only a movie and they may have taken a week to shoot it. There's not a thing wrong with that lively prick of yours."
By then, Carl had pulled Jenny's panties down far enough so that he was able to get a finger into her slit. While he diddled her, Jenny's ass squirmed on the couch and her beautiful creamy tits bounced and danced all over her chest.
When the movie ended; Eva turned the lights on and went to the bar for another drink. The others still had their drinks untouched, but sat up then and began working on them. As he sipped, Carl took advantage of the fact that drinking required only one hand. He made good use of the other and kept Jenny hot and wriggling.
"I think I'm going to borrow jenny from you for a few minutes, Carl," Eva said as she put her glass down. "It's about this case of hot pants I've developed."
While Carl nursed his drink, the two women stripped naked and went down on each other. They provided an even more exciting brand of entertainment than the movie had done.
After both women had howled through their orgasms, they got up, both licking their lips, and then rested. Carl kissed them both in turn, and savored the delicious taste of cunt in their mouths.
While Eva went to change the film, Carl lay back on the couch and had Jenny, naked except for garter belt and nylons, sit on his face. Holding her ass and fondling her thighs as he did so, Carl lapped her all the way and felt her washing his face with her hot, wet crotch as she came. "Are you two ready?" Eva asked with a smile.
When both told her they were, she flicked the switches, they all picked up their glasses, and looked at the screen. A man dressed in the garb of a minister was sitting watching as a well-built woman in her late thirties scolded her teen-aged daughter.
Sobbing and pleading, the beautiful girl picked up the hem of her dress and slip and pulled them up to her waist. Her panties were brief and sheer and displayed a lovely, firm looking young ass.
Calmly, the woman pulled the panties down, and the camera showed both the front and back of the girl before the woman pulled her over her lap and began spanking the beautiful rounded young bum cheeks.
While she spanked and the girl cried and kicked, the man adjusted the front of his pants to make his obvious erect cock a little more comfortable.
Seeing that, the woman smiled at him and winked as she went on spanking her daughter.
When the spanking ended, the girl was made to stand with her back to them, holding her clothes up and with her panties caught between her knees and stretched fully.
The woman went to the man and they began to whisper. As they did, she squeezed his cock through his pants and he ran both his hands up under her dress, one feeling her cunt, the other rubbing over her big ass.
The scene switched suddenly and the girl was stark naked. She stood with her feet wide apart, bent from the waist with her hands gripping the arms of a chair while the man strapped her heaving, twisting ass with his doubled belt.
While he was strapping her, his pants slowly fell. He wore no shorts, so that his stiff cock danced before the eyes of the startled mother. Instantly, she began undressing and did not stop until she was as naked as her daughter.
Calling to the man, she threw herself down on the couch. He came to her, played with her big tits for a moment, then threw himself into her crotch and began fucking her with an insane lust.
The naked girl rubbed her bum with both hands as she watched the man fucking her mother lustily.
The next scene showed him coming, and her facial expressions indicated that she was coming with him. He pulled his cock out, wet and spent, then turned to the girl.
While the woman got off the couch, the man pushed the girl down onto it, opened her legs to admire her cunt which was so beautifully presented, then went down on her and lapped her pussy until her mouth opened wide and she seemed to be crying out in orgasm.
When the man stood, his cock was stiff again. He pulled the girl's face down onto him and she forced the swollen head into her mouth and began to suck him.
While the girl was blowing his joint, the man called the woman to the couch and had her kneel up beside him so that he could play with her ass and cunt while being blown.
In the final scene of the movie, the woman and girl were locked in the sixty-nine position on the couch while the man stood beating his limp meat and trying to bring it back to life.
"I'd go to his church any old day," Jenny grinned as the lights came on again.
"I'll bet there would be some swinging Sunday services," Carl grinned in agreement.
"I don't know what I'm going to do with you two," Eva said with a frown.
"I can tell you what to do," Carl told her as he held his stiff cock in his hand and waved it at her. "You could take this in your mouth or your cunt and make it feel a lot better."
"Tomorrow, darling," she told him in a warm, gentle tone, "Jenny and I will screw you until your balls shrink to the size of peanuts. In fact, we'll start on that this evening, but for now, you're just going to have to hold on."
"Damn it all, I'm not sure I can."
"You will have to, dear. I promised my husband I would keep you strong and horny until he got home. I just can't break my word now, can I?"
"No, I guess not," Carl agreed sadly.
"Let's watch another movie, dear," she said as she gently stroked his cock. "It will take your mind off fucking me."
While they all laughed at that, she threaded another film into the projector.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"All right, kiddies," Eva said, looking at her watch and guessing that her husband would be home soon. "Your movie matinee is over."
"It is?" Carl asked. "What do we do now?"
"We go to your room, dear, and get you all nicely dressed up for a party."
"Dressed?"
"Yes darling, in that exciting costume you brought with you. After all, Jenny hasn't seen you in it. When she does, I'm sure she will by dying to have you fuck her."
"And will you let me do it?"
"In a little while. Not more than an hour or so from now, I'd guess."
"Then let's go."
As they were about to leave the room, Eva decided it would be more fun for Jenny to stay in the play room while she and Carl went upstairs to get ready.
Pouring herself another drink, Jenny settled down to wait for whatever surprise was in store for her. Watching the strong back and legs of the well-built boy as he walked away from her, Jenny opened her legs and gave her cunt a little rub.
"Just be patient, little pussy," she told it aloud. "You are going to get a nice big bone in a little while and it will give you a nice drink of warm cream."
When her twat didn't answer her, she terminated the one-sided conversation and poured herself another drink. "What's going on anyway, Eva?" Carl asked as they reached his room.
"Come sit by me dear, I'll tell you all about it. I know I can trust you not to tell Bill that we've talked about what was supposed to be a surprise."
"Sure," he assured her.
"All right then, dear," she slipped an arm around him as she began to tell him what was in store. "Remember when you bum fucked me this morning? It was nice for both of us, wasn't it?"
"It sure was great for me."
"And for me too. Now Bill also likes to ride a tight bum. He often does it to Jenny and me, lots of our friends do it to each other."
"You mean guys with guys?"
"Why not? An asshole is an asshole and a bum is a bum, isn't it?"
"Yeah, I suppose," Carl conceded weakly.
"Well, Bill knows that you have never taken it up the bum, and the thought of being the first to give it to you that way excites him."
"But doesn't it hurt?"
"Did I seem to be in any pain this morning when you pushed yours into me?"
"No," he admitted.
"It doesn't hurt, dear. It feels different the first time you feel it, but it doesn't hurt. You'll see that I'm telling the truth."
"I don't doubt you, Eva. It just seems strange doing it with another guy."
"You disappoint me, darling. If you want to be a real swinger, then you have to try everything, not just the things you like."
"I guess that makes sense," he admitted.
"Of course it does, dear, and I knew you would see it. In addition to being such a good lover, you're also a very bright young man."
"Can you explain what it feels like?" he asked.
"It isn't easy, Carl, but I'll try. The first time I took it up the bum, the boy's cock really stretched my hole. I thought he was going to split me in two. It wasn't pain, mind you, just this sensation of being stretched."
"I guess I understand. Go on."
"Then he kept shoving until he was all the way inside me. It really felt good then. I had the feeling that I was going to pop, but when I told him, he only laughed And told me it always felt that way."
"Can you really feel it when it slips in and out?"
"You sure can, lover. I have almost as much feeling in my hole as I have in my twat. You can feel it when the cock goes off too. It's warm and feels like a river inside your guts."
"Thanks, Eva. You make it sound so good that I'm not afraid now."
"That's what I wanted to hear, Carl. Kneel with your head down and your bum up and I'll give you just a little sample of it."
The boy obeyed, and after she had fondled his buttocks a little, Eva parted the cheeks and slowly inserted a long, strong finger up his hole. When it was well inside him, she wiggled it a little, then moved it back and forth up his hole in a fucking motion.
"That doesn't hurt, does it, darling?" she asked. "No-no," he panted. "In fact, I guess it feels kind of good."
"Of course it does. The only difference is that a cock is bigger and stretches you more. A better difference, though, is that a cock shoots cream up your ass and my finger can't do that."
Removing her finger then, Eva rolled him onto his back on the bed and, pressing the sharp, sweet points of her tits against his chest, kissed him passionately, her whole body pressing and rubbing on him.
"After Bill is finished with your bum, dear, you can take Jenny and stick that lovely prick of yours into her. She has a sweet little cunt and many men have told me she is a lovely fuck."
"I'll bet she is, Eva, but I know you are. You're the best ever for me."
"How sweet of you, dear. I hope you say that to every woman you fuck. Women love to hear men say things like that to them. Come now, let's get dressed."
Carl Jarvis gathered up his lingerie and she helped him make the transformation from male to female. The special new bra that Sarah had found for him was just what was needed.
She had found a theatrical supply house which did as much business with transvestites as with actors, and they had everything she had wanted. The bra was of black lace, but it was what was in it that counted.
It contained not just padding, but a pair of artificial tits that were so real they were beyond belief. Enlarged pink nipples and areolas peeked through the lace, and the breasts themselves fitted so well against the chest of the wearer that it was almost impossible to detect that they were not actually growing there.
Between the cups and above them could be seen the smooth white slopes of breasts and the shadowy valley of cleavage. There had been a variety of sizes available, so Sarah had chosen a lively thirty-eight-D model.
As he posed before Eva wearing it, as well as panties, garter belt, sheer nylons and black high-heeled pumps which he had become accustomed' to, the sight he presented caused her to tremble.
True, the shape of his erect pecker bulged through the sheer panties, but that served to make it all more exciting for Eva. He became two persons in one, a male and a female.
"You walk so gracefully, Carl," she told him as he walked back and forth across the room, obviously enjoying his role to the fullest. "I just love the way you wriggle your pretty ass like a whore drumming up business."
They both giggled at that, then she helped him into the sheer white negligee which was the perfect thing to show the black lingerie to best advantage.
The two went to her room then, and Eva slipped into a matching red bra and panty outfit to welcome her husband. She also wore a garter belt, sheer nylons and pumps. As they prepared to leave, Eva picked up a light spanking paddle and slapped herself on the bum with it a few times as if testing it.
"Ah yes," she said aloud to herself, "this will be just right."
Taking his hand then, she began to lead him out of the room to show off his pretty costume to Jenny.
"Who's going to let spanked?" he asked.
"Probably all of us before we've finished," she told him, "but you will get it first. Bill likes to have a red, tingling bum against his belly when he buggers."
"Will you give it to me? I'd rather get it from you than from him."
",That will be up to him, dear. Sometimes he wants to do it, but other times he wants to watch while I do the spanking. It doesn't really matter, he spanks as hard as I do, but no harder, really."
Just before they left the room, Eva stopped to make sure his blonde wig was properly adjusted.
"You look beautiful, darling," she-told him excitedly as she took his hand and began walking with him. "Does it feel as good as it looks?"
"Oh yes, Eva. When I get my nylon things on and my face made up, I get, so excited that I can hardly, keep from going off in my panties."
"You'll go off soon, darling, and often. We all shall. It is going to be a divine afternoon and evening for all."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"Holy fucking mackerel!" Jenny gasped as she leaped to her feet at the sight. of Carl. Jarvis . walking into the room hand in hand with Eva.
"Eva, is that really Carl?"
"No dear, it isn't. This is really his twin sister Carline. You will notice though that she has a lovely big prick just like her brother."
"Oh Canine," she squealed, "I want to hug and kiss you and go down on you and suck your cunt."
"You'll have your chance, darling," Eva told her, "but not just now. She is beautiful, isn't she?"
"I'll say. Get a load of the fits. They feel so real I want to suck them."
"They really are perfect. I've never seen anything to compare."
"Neither have I, darling." .
They were still admiring Carline's breasts and general appearance in lingerie when they heard the door open and close. A moment later, Bill called to them.
"In the playroom, darling," Eva called. "Do come and join us."
Bill had seen Carl Jarvis become Carline during the weekend party, but seeing him again was as big a shock as it had been the first time. He stopped in the doorway and uttered a loud gasp of amazement as Carline took a few steps toward him, then turned and walked back to provide an exciting rear view through the sheer negligee.
"What a beauty you are, Carline," Bill said as he tossed his briefcase onto a chair, kissed his wife, then hurried to take Carline into his arms for a passionate kiss.
"These tits are just too much," he said to his wife as he fondled Carline's boobs avidly.
"That's just what we were talking about when you came in," she told him. "Now let's have a drink and give you a chance to get out of those working clothes and into something else." As she said it, she and her husband exchanged knowing glances since that something else was, in this case, Carline's smooth behind.
While his wife poured him a drink, Bill began undressing. Even before reaching home, his prick had been stiff from the anticipation of bum-fucking the lad, but now, seeing him dressed for his Carline role, he felt his rod throbbing so that he found difficulty in getting his pants open in front.
He managed though, and the rod threatened to poke right through the silk briefs he wore as his pants fell and he stepped out of them. Eva passed him the glass and he paused for a drink before handing the glass back to her to push away Jenny's hand that had been fondling his silk-covered cock, and step naked out of his briefs.
Knowing what was ahead for him, Carl decided that a drink might strengthen his nerves. He had made up his mind not to worry about the buggering, but it wasn't quite that easy, he discovered.
While the four sipped their drinks, Bill heard about how they had spent the afternoon.
"I noticed Carline doesn't have a hard-on," he said to his wife and fixed her with a suspicious stare. "I hope you kept in mind what I told you this morning."
"Of course we did, darling. The poor dear must have developed a terrible case of lover's nuts, but he didn't spill a drop."
"That's true, Bill," Carline told him, "but you can thank Eva for it. I sure as hell tried to get into both of them, especially after watching those movies."
"Good for you. In a little while, you'll find out why I wanted you all heated up when I got home. After that, you can fuck the ass off both of them and off me too, if you wish. Damn, but you do look like a horny bitch. Come a little closer."
Carl Jarvis walked over to the bar to stand beside him. Bill soon demonstrated how excited he had become as he fondled the firm cheeks of Carline's ass through the negligee and panties.
"Does it feel good when I play with you like this?" Bill asked.
"Yes. I guess when I'm dressed like a girl, I react the way a girl would when a man feels her up."
"That's what I like to hear." His hand moved around one of Carline's thighs to rub the front of his panties where he felt the young prick getting hard again. "Let it get nice and hard, Carline," he told him. "It's going to get a lot harder in just a little while. Put your hand on mine and play with it. Get me really worked up."
Never before had young Carl fondled a man's cock, but he was surprised at how easily he could do it and how it thrilled him to feel the strong bone twitching in his hand. More and more, he saw, he was able to adopt the female role when dressed in his pretty lingerie.
"Why not take your negligee off, Carline?" the man asked. "I've had a good look at you that way, now I want to get down closer to bare facts."
Putting his glass down on the bar, Carl Jarvis brushed the man's cheeks with his well-coated red lips, then, with the seductiveness of an experienced woman, he unfastened the sash of his negligee and took it off in a manner that caused Bill's rampant cock to jump again.
While Eva and Jenny watched, Bill began to go into the smooth routine of seduction as one hand moved gently over nylon and bare skin as he strove to strengthen Carl Jarvis's mood, and build his own to even greater heights.
Gradually, the light touches became more intense. Jenny and Eva had moved a little away from the two men to observe without interfering in any way. It was as if they were spectators at a very interesting movie, an interesting and very erotic one since, just as most males love to watch lesbians in action, so do most women like the idea of seeing two men making love in their own way.
"It won't be long now," Eva whispered to Jenny. "Notice how his attention is centering on Carline's bum. I know Bill pretty well by now, when he starts feeling not just bum cheeks, but poking at the hole, he's ready to start doing his poling with his prick."
"I think you're right," Jenny whispered her reply. "I really get hot when I see two men at it, especially if it's an up-the-bum-job. It's more thrilling to me than watching one blow the other."
"Oh, I know what you mean, dear. It's going to be even more so today with Carl Jarvis looking so feminine and beautiful."
"May I take your panties off, Eva?" Jenny asked in an intense whisper. "I know I'll want to rub your pussy when I see them in action."
"Of course, darling. I only put them on to greet Bill. It's a sort of family tradition, I guess. He likes to see me like that when he comes home."
Bending, Jenny pushed the little panties down Eva's long legs, then helped her step out of them. They began to play with each other as they watched the two at the bar.
And then, Bill slipped an arm around Carline's waist and led him away from the bar.
"Come to the couch, Carline," they heard him tell the boy. "I am going to take your panties down and see more of your sweet beauty."
Carline was every inch a beautiful young woman as she walked to the couch with the man who fondled the seat of the clinging nylon panties and felt the exciting motion of each step, firm buttocks rubbing through their nylon sheath against his eager palm.
While the two women watched intently, Bill scolded Carline for having been naughty and having played with and sucked his wife's cunt during the day. They heard him announce that he was going to have to punish his naughty girl for doing such a thing.
After a few more preliminaries, Carl Jarvis was lying across the man's lap, the little panties dangling around his bent knees, his smooth ass bared just to the right of Bill's right leg.
The spanking began then and rang loudly through the quiet room. Before long, the clear slaps of open palm on smooth, bare buttocks was accompanied by the sounds of the boy's crying. Her husband spanked well, but Eva already knew that, as did Jenny. Both had submitted often to spankings from him, and knew that he was a master of the fine art of coloring and setting fires to sensitive female bums. And at the moment, Carline was just as feminine as either of them and obviously delighted in that role even though he cried loudly and kicked over Bill's lap.
If further proof was needed, they found it in the fact that for all his crying, Carl Jarvis retained a strong-looking hard-on that did not even threaten to go down no matter how loudly he cried.
"Have you had enough now, Carline?" Bill brought his palm down in a stinging spank.
"Yes ... yes."
"How do I know you mean it, Carline?" he asked as he slapped again and caused a firm cheek to joggle a little.
"I ... I'll do ... sob ... anything, only please don't spank my poor bum any more," Carline cried in a plaintive tone of abject surrender.
"Are you sure of that, Carline?" Again Bill brought his palm down in a stinging spank.
"Yes ... yes . . tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it."
"All right, Carline," Bill said as he stopped spanking and began rubbing the red, hot-looking cheeks with the hand that had spanked so hard, "get off my lap now and kneel down on the carpet on all fours."
Wiping tears from his eye, Carl Jarvis did as he had been told.
"What are you going to do to me?" he asked between sobs as his whole body trembled and his pecker continued to stand erect and hungry looking.
"I'm going to press my belly against your hot bum," Bill told him, "and give you a very nice fucking with my big prick."
"But you're too big, you'll hurt me," Carline protested in his best girlish tone.
"Sure I'm big, Carline, but you need a big cock to really stretch your hole and make you feel very good. I'm going to give you a glorious fucking, Carline, one you will never- forget as long as you live." As he looked down at the kneeling boy, Bill held his cock in his hand, moving the foreskin back and forth along the stiff shaft. It was obvious to the women watching that he had forgotten all about them.
To Bill at that moment, there were only two people in the whole world. He was one, the other knelt on all fours, bare ass arched and red, waiting for the feel of his strong cock between the smooth cheeks and deep inside the tight hole.
Dropping to his knees, Bill placed both hands on the glowing, hot cheeks and moved them apart. He saw the hole deep inside the shadowy valley and felt his cock jump with excitement and anticipation at the sight of it.
With his right hand, he brought his rammer up into the ready position and pushed it between the red cheeks into the target area. As he did, his knees moved and he came closer to the ass which was still giving off a heat that he could feel quite clearly.
The end of his pecker touched the hole, and he gave a deep sigh. Tensing himself, he pushed, but nothing happened.
Watching, Eva remembered what she was supposed to have done, and hurried to get the jar of vaseline. Moments later, she was applying it to the boy's hole and seeing the angry glare her husband directed at her. Later, she knew, he would spank her for not having prepared Carline's asshole in advance.
Still, that thought did nothing to lessen her enjoyment of what was happening. Bill, she knew, would spank her any time he wanted to, whether there was a reason or not. When she was sure the boy's asshole had been well prepared for the invasion of her husband's cock, she stepped back and indicated that she was finished.
Carl Jarvis pressed his hands hard against the carpet as he tensed to wait for the battering from behind that would drive the big, stiff cock up his ass. For just a moment, he wished that he could get out of- it, then the feeling passed. He just had to know the feeling of a stiff cock driving madly up his ass. Only then, he told himself, could he understand how a woman felt when a man stuck his cock into her cunt and fucked her. For some reason he couldn't understand, Carl just knew he had to find out what it was like.
In spite of himself, surprised, he gave a little gasp as the head of the man's tool stretched his asshole terribly and lunged into his bowels. As Eva had promised, there was no real pain, just the feeling of being stretched more than he would have believed possible.
He felt strong hands gripping his hips, then the full length of the man's cock was being forced more and more deeply up his ass. This is it, Carl Jarvis told himself with a joy that surprised him, I'm being bum-fucked at last. I'm not a boy now, I'm a beautiful girl and a big strong man is fucking me and I love it.
"Fuck me!" he cried out loudly in a feminine voice. "Give it to me. Drive it up my ass. Fuck my cunt." He didn't know what he was saying, but he didn't care either.
Bill had buried- his rod right to the hilt and was pulling the kneeling boy back against him so that he could wallow in the thrill of feeling the silken skin of the hot, red buttocks rubbing him.
"You've got a lovely ass, Carline," he panted, "and so tight a hole." As he talked to the boy-turned-girl, his hands stroked warm thighs and reached around to find and caress the stiff, throbbing cock that seemed so out of place.
"I'm going to really fuck you now, Carline," he panted. "Listen to my belly' spank your pretty bum."
Kneeling up straighter then, Bill tightened his grip, drew his cock partly out, then rammed it all the way back. There was a slapping sound he had promised when belly met bum. As for Carl Jarvis, he could find no words to describe the supreme joy of feeling the big, hard prick pistoning in and out of his asshole while the strong hands held his hips and the belly kept slapping his buttocks which still tingled deliciously from the spanking that had filled his ass with pain and pleasure at the same time.
But there were other sounds as well to thrill the two women who watched man bugger boy. Each time the cock drove into his ass, Carl Jarvis would make little oh ... oh ... oh ... sounds. Above and behind him, Bill kept groaning in ecstasy as the tightness of the boy's hole strangled his fully enlarged prick in a pain-pleasure grip.
"I can't hold," Bill cried out. "I can't hold back ... I ... I ... ooh ... ooh ... oooohhhhhhhhh aaaahhhhhhhh "
The women saw his hip muscles working like steel cords, and saw him pull the red ass back against his belly. While the two bodies rubbed and pressed, they knew he was firing a long series of spurts up Carl Jarvis's ass.
But if they hadn't known it, they would have as the boy screamed with joy at the delicious infusions of hot cream he felt in his ass.
For a little while, Bill rested with his cock fully up the fight asshole. Then he sighed and slowly pulled it out. As he did, his wife moved to him hurriedly. Dropping to the floor, she reached for his spent prick and took it into her mouth.
Whenever possible, Eva hurried to take her husband's prick in her mouth after he finished fucking either a cunt or an asshole. He loved to have her do it, and she liked to please him. There was, too, the fact that she enjoyed doing it since the mingled tastes she 'found on his prick made her a part, retroactively, of the fuck she had watched.
Jenny hurried to Carl Jarvis then as he pulled his panties up and told her of how great it had been and how he would want to take it that way often in the future. After a little while, the others came to join them.
"Why Carline," Eva exclaimed in mock surprise as she felt the front of his panties, "You have a hard cock just like a man. Why don't you lay Jenny down and fuck her?"
"Will I ever!" he exclaimed.
"Wait, dear, I'll help you get ready," Eva told him as she adjusted his panties a little and took his cock out. "We shall leave your bra on as well. It will be exciting to see a woman fucking another woman with a stiff prick."
Carl Jarvis liked the idea as much as she did, and decided that when he returned home, he would have Sarah get him a pair of panties with a slit in the front so he coin wear them while fucking her and Suzi.
Rubbing her hot cunt in excitement, Jenny spread herself out on the couch, her legs up and wide open, her moist, pick twat seeming to wink in invitation.
As he walked toward her, his pink bum cheeks straining the clinging panties, his erect pecker swaying with each step, Carl Jarvis made it very clear that he was all in favor of accepting the invitation of her juicy cunt.
While Eva and Bill moved closer to watch, Carl Jarvis presented an incongruous sight, his big tits over-filling the lacy bra, panty clad-ass, smooth and glowing from the spanking, as he got between the welcoming legs of the beautiful young woman.
There was no time for playing, he had waited too long and his cock was crying for relief. Her wet slit was easy to find and he drove his cock into it with one strong lunge that brought a cry from Jenny.
Still, he knew it was not a cry of pain. Her hands came around him to fondle his nylon sheathed ass, and he began to fuck her at once. He stroked strongly, his body slapping her with every stroke, his strength crushing her into the couch and causing her to cry out for more and more.
Carl Jarvis smiled, as he knew that her plea for more was not a comment on the length of his prick, but praise of his strong fucking and a desire that it would go on and on.
But that was asking too much. He had waited too long and his pressure had built too high to be delayed. With a series of groans, he felt his whole body twitching and he fired his hot spurts deep into her belly as she withered and crushed him with her arms and legs until he collapsed on her wet body.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
It proved to be a memorable week for Carl Jarvis, as his host and hostess ensured that there was never a dull moment. When he was too tired to keep his eyes open, he slept, but when he woke he was always ready to go again and there was always an eager partner to go with him wherever he wanted and by any route he chose.
When they had company, Carl Jarvis loved to go to his room with Eva and become Carline. He never tired of the looks of surprise and admiration he drew.
As he expected, the guests were generous with their bodies. Most of the women liked the idea of romping nude with a boy of less than seventeen. They found that there was nothing he wouldn't do to excite and satisfy a woman.
The visiting men liked him too. More than a few had the pleasure of fondling Carline's tits and girlish bum before slipping his panties down and shooting a long strong prick up his tight asshole.
In fact, during that week, young Carl reached the stage where he could not decide whether he found greater pleasure in fucking a woman, or being a female himself and taking it up the bum from another male. Although he wrestled with the problem often, he decided it was a lovely problem to have.
On Tuesday, Carl Jarvis, dressed as Carline, went shopping. It thrilled him wildly to be in public in his female role. His body tingled with excitement as he walked gracefully into women's washrooms in stores and restaurants. Eva had helped teach him female mannerisms, and he learned quickly both from her, and from watching other women.
During his first trip into the city with Eva, he was sitting on the can of a restaurant washroom playing with himself when a woman entered the adjacent cubicle. His heart pounded as he saw the legs of her tight pants go down below the bottom of the partition.
He knew it was dangerous, but he was unable to resist bending to peek. He took time to admire a smooth thigh and her lowered panties before he pulled his face away. His prick was stiff with excitement so that he considered pulling himself off.
While he was wrestling with that temptation, he heard her tearing paper. It meant, he realized, that she was going to wipe herself.
Quickly, he put his face below the partition again and looked up to see her carefully wiping her big bum which was raised well off the seat to give him a magnificent view.
She did it three times before she stood and pulled her white nylon panties up. Because her pants were so tight, it required a lot of wriggling of her ass and tugging before she got them in place.
Carl Jarvis knew what he had to do. Standing, he drew his dress up, took his cock in his hand and began jerking himself off.
He came with a rush and squirted his semen all over the door where it trickled down in sticky streams with some dripping over the floor.
The next woman to use the place, he told himself, was going to know that a man had been in there before her and that he had jerked off and left the evidence. He wondered if she would be some nervous Nellie who would be so terrified that she would be afraid to take her panties down for fear that the man was still around.
As he wiped his. cock and tucked it back into his panties, he pictured some well-dressed matron being so terrified at the sight of male juice on the door that she would be afraid to pee. As a result, she would stand, numb with shock as her bladder let go and she pissed in her panties. In his fevered imagination, he saw and heard the stream trickling down her legs and forming a pool around her feet.
When he returned to the table and told Eva what he had done, she rocked with laughter.
While they talked in excited whispers, they noticed a girl in her late teens going to the washroom. They watched her return in a little while, saw her bend close to her girl friend and whisper excitedly.
Their attitude told that the girl had gone into the right cubicle. A little later, the other girl went to the washroom to see, Carl Jarvis and Eva knew, the trails of cream he had left there.
"Still, Carline," Eva told him later as they walked along the sidewalk, "I don't want you to do that too often. Remember you have to service both Jenny and me, and there is a limit to how much cream your balls can produce."
"Don't worry, dear," he assured her in a low feminine voice, "I gave up pulling myself a long time ago. This was just for kicks."
"I have to admit it was a kinky thing to do. I'd give anything to have heard those two kids. I'll bet they both had hot pussies."
But there were other ways of displaying his female charms that Carl Jarvis found equally exciting. In restaurants, he always sat in a position so that some male could see him, then gave a display of nylon tops and bare thigh above that caused more than one man to get a hard-on.
He and Eva would whisper to each other while both showed their thighs to panting males.
"So help me, Eva," he told her as a couple of teenaged boys looked up her legs, which she kept crossing and re-crossing. "One of these days, I'm going to walk to up to a guy who has been staring at me and getting horny. I'll pull my skirt up and wave my cock at him. Wouldn't that be something?"
"My God, Carline," Eva choked with laughter. "You have the most delightful and depraved mind I've ever known. If you're that bad now, think of how you'll be in ten or twenty years."
"Thank you darling," he sighed, "you say such lovely things. When we get home, I think I'll take your panties off and suck your cunt to show you how much I love you."
Together, the two discovered that there was even more fun to be found in the parks. There, they could sit or lie on the grass with calculated carelessness and really give the passing males a show.
Eva had become as much of an exhibitionist as Carl Jarvis, and they caused many a man and boy to walk a little bent from the waist to hide a hard-on. A few males, a little more daring than most, would slip a hand into a pocket as they paused to stare boldly into one or both crotches.
On their second day in the park, one man, a young-looking businessman, passed back and forth opposite them a half dozen times before making a tentative approach. They greeted him warmly and invited him to join them.
Encouraged by their attitude, he found the courage to tell them that what he had seen had excited him.
"You knew I was looking, didn't you?" he asked, his voice trembling a little.
"Sure we did," Eva told him with a smile. "We're a couple of horny wenches. We like getting guys look up our legs and get a roaring great hard-on. We see some of the guys go into the bushes and know they're jerking off."
"Keerist, you're really something. Don't you get pretty worked up doing it?"
"Sure we do."
"What do you do about it? Do you finger yourselves or something?" They saw his cock twitching in his pants and knew the conversation was exciting him wildly.
"Oh no, that's for little girls. We go home and either go down on each other, or invite a couple of guys over to fuck us."
"You're kidding," he panted, making no effort to hide the rod in his pants.
"No we're not," Eva told him seriously. "I see you've got a real bone in your pants. If we were at home, I'd get Carline to suck me off, then have you ram that, thing up my cunt and screw the ass off me."
"There's got to be something screwy about this, but I'm doing all my thinking with my cock right now. I know a good spot in the bushes here. Want to come?"
"We could, I suppose. How do you know about the place?"
"I've used it a few times. Every once in a while, I find some old maid who still has a couple of good fucks left in her. After I give her the eye for a while, I talk to her, give her the old charm bit, then into the bushes we go."
"You mean it? Total strangers?"
"Sure. A lot of older chicks come to the park hoping that some guy will take them into the bushes. Some of them walk the paths day after day hoping for some guy to grab and rape them."
"How do they usually act? Are they good fucks."
"They're usually great. I had one last week. I'd say she was about forty-five or a bit more. She had a pretty good shape, a bit on the big side.
"I could tell she was crying for it, yet when I kissed her and rubbed the front of my pants against her belly, she began to get scared. They're often like that."
"Did she back out?"
"No way. When I get a chick in the bushes, she gets her cunt full of stiff cock before she pulls her panties back up.
"You excite me. Tell us more about the last one."
"I kept feeding her the old charm about what a strong cock I have and how I love fucking dignified, more mature women. As I talked, I unzipped my fly and took my tool out. It was right up and looked at her in the eye. In a minute, I had her hand wrapped around it and she was telling me she had never seen a better one.
"Keeping my voice low and romantic, I told her how much I wanted to slip it into her pussy and give her a lovely, strong fucking. Before she knew it, my hands were under her dress and pulling her panties down."
"Did she try to stop you?" Eva asked.
"No. When she felt my hands on her bare ass and right on her cunt, she trembled so much I had to help her down to the grass. I just rubbed her twat enough to get to good and wet, then I pushed it into her. Man, she was as wild a fuck as I've had in a long time."
"I think we'd better go to the bushes," Eva told him then. "I've got a fire burning in my crotch and it will take a nice big hose to put it out."
They got up then and, with the strange man leading the way, they went into a path that led deep into a wooded area. After they had walked for about three minutes, he led them into a narrower path that was almost hidden by brush. The man stopped in a grassy clearing then and indicated that they had reached their playground.
At once, Eva took Carline into her arms and the two shared a passionate kiss. When they moved, apart and turned to face the man, they saw that his cock was sticking out. It was as big and strong looking as he had said it was.
Reaching for Carline, he closed his hands over the big, firm breasts and squeezed them firmly. "Am I hurting you, dear?" he asked.
"No. I like to have them squeezed hard. It doesn't hurt at all," he simpered in a convincing tone.
Awaiting her turn, Eva opened the front of her dress and pulled her big tits out. When the man saw them, he went to her and began sucking and rubbing them. While he did it, Carline opened his pants and pulled them and his shorts all the way down.
The man had a quite hairy ass which the boy did not find at all interesting. As they got down on the grass, the man asked them to go down on each other while he watched.
"I don't feel in the mood for muff diving today." Eva told him, "but.-Carline can go down on me if she likes."
"I'd love to, darling," came the reply. "Ask the nice man to take your panties off for me."
The nice man thought that was a great idea, but he took his time about it, fondling her bum and crotch through the warm nylon before pulling them down to bare her.
"You've got a sweet one, baby," he panted. "I'm going to fill it up with cock after this doll laps it a while."
"That sounds fine to me, but I want to give you a warning. You can do what you like while she dives me, but you are not to touch her panties. If you do, even once, the whole deal is off."
"It sounds screwy," he told her, "but I'll keep my hands off the panties. She's got a lot of nice stuff to play with anyway."
As Eva lay back, Carline came to her and began fondling firm, smooth thighs and trailing her fingers through the curly hairs of her mons veneris while he whispered intently of how he was going to get his mouth right into her crotch and-suck her until she came.
And then it was her lips that grazed the thighs as Eva called the man to play with her. tits. He was quick to oblige. As he did, he stretched to look between the upraised thighs where Carline was making loud sucking noises in Eva's cunt as her bare ass squirmed madly.
"Keerist," the man groaned as if in pain, "this is the most. Suck her baby, eat, eat, lap it up ... oooh baby ... suck that juicy cunt."
Carline did not require any encouragement. The thrill of lapping Eva while a strange man watched was wild. Never had the sucking of a cunt been more exciting.
Carline felt Eva's thighs rubbing smooth cheeks and knew the woman was kicking her way to a come. She sucked harder, and was rewarded by the sound of her friend. coming and trying to keep the sounds to a minimum. Her darting tongue made that difficult for Eva, and that merely added to the thrills which were sweeping Carline's body.
"Baby," the man panted, "you sure do know how to eat a cunt."
"I'll bet I could do just as good a job with your cock.. Are you interested?"
Carl Jarvis had never tried sucking a prick, but all of a sudden, he wanted to. He had to know how a cock felt in the mouth, and to savor the unknown feel of thick cream spurting into his mouth and throat.
"I'll say I'm interested. I haven't had a blow job for months. Do you swallow?"
"Of course. I wouldn't want to waste anything as valuable as your nice hot cream. You stand up and I'll kneel so I can hold your bum while I gobble you."
The man was breathing with difficulty, and Carline saw his knees trembling as she knelt in front of him, licked the dark knob, then pushed it into her mouth and began sucking as if she were eating an ice cream cone.
Her eyes wide with surprise at this new facet of the surprising boy, Eva felt new arousal sweeping over her as she watched the man's cock being stroked with a. hand and sucked at the same time.
Standing beside the man then, Eva inserted a long finger into his asshole and playfully moved it in and out, which caused him to push his cock farther into Carline's mouth. When it threatened to gag her, she moved her head back until only the swollen knob remained inside.
"I'm coming," she heard him pant in a broken tone as he shivered and tensed.
Clutching. his buttocks tightly with both hands then, she sucked more greedily and felt the hot cream splash into her mouth. The man gave her a long, rich drink and she was careful not to lose a drop. Her intense sighs were muffled by the meat in her mouth, but it was obvious that she was in a state of ecstasy.
"Baby," he panted when he regained his voice, "you blow like a real pro. I've never had it so good."
"Thank you for the nice drink," Carline said with a smile as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"I can see that you two are doing fine," Eva protested, "but I need a good fuck and you've. ruined that nice bone of his. What am I supposed to do?"
"Don't worry, darling," Carline told her. "I'll stick my stiff cock in your sweet little cunt and give you a lovely fuck."
At this, the man blinked in shock. "Oh, I get it," he said then. "You've got one of these artificial cocks in your panties. Is that it?"
"I'm all ready to fuck her, darling, take my panties down and see my nice artificial cock and balls."
The man hurried to do so as Carline raised the skirt. He jerked the panties down and almost fell over when he saw what was obviously a very real set of male equipment.
"Surprised, darling?" Carl Jarvis asked in his real voice.
"You're a guy in drag," he managed to gasp.
"Was it fun?"
"I don't know what to say. Sure it was fun. It was great, but my god, a man."
"Very much so, darling," he switched to the 'Carline tone' again, "now watch me screw the ass off this horny darling."
Kneeling between Eva's legs, Carl Jarvis was quick about getting his stiff prick into her wet, receptive slit and was soon banging her lustily while she groaned and cried for more and more of his fucking.
Having been really primed for it, Carl came with a roar before very long, but by then, Eva, highly aroused even before the commencement of the fuck, was ready to come at the same time. Locked together, they raised themselves right off the grass as their orgasms mingled and they cried into the mouth of each other.
For a little while, the three sat chatting -as the woman and boy enjoyed the continuing excitement and surprise evidenced by the strange man.
"I suspect you will remember this day for a while," Eva said, grinning.
"That's an understatement," he told her. "This is one I'll never forget. When I wake tomorrow morning, I'm going to have trouble convincing myself it wasn't all just a dream of some kind."
Before they left, Eva told the man that she would come to the park once in a while and that if they happened to meet, she would go into the bushes with him again.
He expressed regret that Carl Jarvis was only visiting and that he wouldn't be seeing him again.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
It was good to be home again with his father; Sarah and Suzi, but already Carl missed Eva and the others, and the games they had played.
As they sat around the play room that evening, naked and drinking, Carl was the star of the show as he related his experiences of the week.
The story of the man in the park caused them to roar with laughter as did the tale of how he had watched the strange woman wiping her bum, then jerked off on the door and left it for the girls to see.
"Son," his father said with admiration, "I thought I had done a pretty good job of training you, but I see that Eva and company provided you with a post-graduate course in just one short week."
"Thanks, dad,' Carl replied warmly, "but if it hadn't been for all you taught me, and later Sarah and Suzi, then I wouldn't have been ready to learn from Eva and. Bill."
"What else did they teach you?" Sarah asked.
Carl hadn't made up his mind on that point about telling of the bum-fucking he had received, but he suddenly decided to go all the way.
"Son of a bitch," Cal gasped as Carl described how his panties had been lowered and Carl had pushed his tool into his ass. "In addition to everything else, you also like to suck cocks and take it up the bum. Is there anything you don't enjoy?"
"Sure there is, dad, sleeping. It's such a fucking waste of time."
While the others roared with laughter, Carl went to the bar and poured himself another drink. There was no longer any thought of his being a boy. He considered himself a man, and the attitude of the others helped confirm him in that belief.
"I can't tell you how much we missed you, dear," Sarah said as she joined him at the bar. "You make a big difference in this place."
In addition to her words, her hand told him other things as it fondled his stiff cock. "I've been very hungry for this while you were away."
"What's the matter with dad, wasn't he able to take care of you two? He must be getting old." He spoke loudly to make sure his father heard.
"Any more smart-ass cracks like that, young man," Cal replied, "and I'll show you how old I am."
"How are you going to do that?" Carl teased.
"Maybe I'll warm your ass for you, or have Sarah do it for me."
"And then when my ass is nice and hot, would you kneel right up behind me and give me a bum shot?"
"The kid is a sex maniac," Cal observed to no one in particular. "Come to think of it, I think I would like that, but it seems like incest or something."
"Might as well keep it in the family, I always say," Carl retorted.
"It's a damn good thing you weren't born a girl, son., Had you been, you would probably have seduced me at the age of twelve and gotten knocked up."
"Wouldn't that be something?" Carl kept the game going. "You could suck one of my tits while my baby sucked the other. Crazy man."
"I'll crazy you, you horny little bastard," Cal snorted as he poured himself another drink.
Shortly after ten, they decided to call it a night and get a good sleep so that they would all be in good shape to commence the new week.
All four went to the circular bed in Cal's room and it was not long before Carl was holding the firm cheeks of Suzi's ass with both hands as he urged her eager crotch harder and harder against his mouth.
Beside them, he noticed, Cal and Sarah were lying end to end blowing each other. He added a little stimulus to their game by getting his finger up Sarah's ass for a moment before returning the hand to Suzi's bum cheek to go on with her lapping.
Not long after that, Carl drifted off to sleep. For a little while, it was a comforting half sleep filled with memories of the previous week, but in time, his body demanded more, and he began to sleep heavily.
Waking refreshed in the morning as Suzi brought him coffee, Carl reached to pull her into bed with him as his cock rose in eager anticipation.
"I can't, Carl," she protested as she fought him off. "I have to get to the kitchen and get breakfast organized. Your father, wants to get to the office early this morning."
"Hell, Suzi, just a quickie. I just want to dip my wick."
"Then dip it up your ass," she laughed as she ran to the door. "When I get a man's tool in my slit, I won't settle for just a quickie. I'll see you after school."
Having been left alone with a hard-on and a cup of coffee, Carl rejected the half temptation to jerk himself off. When he decided it would be a waste of good pressure, he turned his attention to the coffee. It was hot and strong, just the way he liked it, especially first thing in the morning when a cup of good coffee was the next best thing to a good piece of ass.
Before class that day, Carl mingled with the other kids. Each time he got close to one of the more playfully inclined chicks, he would give her a fast feel on the thigh, bum or tits, depending on position and taste at the moment.
Just as they were swarming into the room, Carl caught a nice handful of bum cheek and caused the girl to jump. He noticed that his teacher, a well-stacked woman in her late twenties, had caught him in the act.
While she looked startled, he slightly parted his lips, moved his tongue a few times in a lapping gesture, and smiled when she turned away in confusion, a brilliant red flush suffusing her face.
It told him that she knew what it was all about, and caused him to wonder, how often she had felt a tongue licking her slit and whether that tongue belonged to a male or a female.
Through the remainder of the first class, Carl paid more than his usual degree of attention to his teacher. Still, he heard little she said and learned nothing at all as far as school work was concerned.
He stared at her body as she moved from the desk to the blackboard, saw fullness of breast and buttock and felt his prick rise strongly at the thought of stripping her.
In his mind, he saw her walking to the blackboard clad in clinging black nylon bra and panties with long sheer nylons caressing her firm thighs. In his fantasy, she would present a problem to be worked out and the first student who achieved it won the reward of taking her panties off and going down on her in front of the entire class.
After he blew her box, he would bend her over her desk and mount her ass dog-style. He would give her the fuck of her life and the entire class would break into a cheer with every girl in class joyed and put away when it was over.
It became more than just a fantasy, a compulsion to make the teacher. Making any woman was great, he reasoned, but the thought of stripping the teacher naked, fondling her body and getting her so worked up that she would scream and beg him to fuck her.
For a little while, he expanded the thought beyond the teacher to other women in specialized occupations. He thought of a nun with her long black robes. He was kneeling under her robes and feeling her ass and cunt while, she sang a hymn.
When she pulled her robes up, her body was whiter than any he had ever seen. He lapped her until she came, then she screamed at him and scratched his face with her nails as she demanded that he fuck her and take her cherry.
He did, and after that, he would meet her once a week in the church and fuck her there in a pew toward the back of the church while people prayed in front of them.
Having used up that fantasy, his mind moved into another area. He was in the office of a middle-aged woman doctor for an examination. She was a big breasted, dignified woman in a white smock.
In examining him, she closed her hand around his prick. It became hard at once and she became so enamored of it that she completely lost control of herself.
Passionately, she told him how terrible it was to touch and look at men's cocks all day and not be able to get one into her cunt or her mouth.
Taking pity on her, he told her to take her smock off so that he could make her feel better. Under the smock, she wore black nylon panties and a lacy black bra. Although she had a big ass and thighs, she wore only a garter belt.
"I usually wear a girdle," she told him, "but I knew that you were coming today and wanted to look good for you."
"Why?" he asked her.
"Because I've wanted you to fuck me for so long now. The whole city knows you are the best fucker around, and I'll just die if you refuse to fuck me. Do you find me attractive?"
As he undressed in his fantasy, Carl, always the gentleman, assured her that she was not only beautiful, but very desirable and that his prick leaped at the sight of her. Removing her bra and panties then, he, helped her onto her examining table and, raising and parting her legs, buried his face in her crotch and lapped her twat until she screamed and crushed his face as she came.
When she begged him to fuck her, he got up on the table and fitted his cock into her waiting, hot, wet slit. He was so intent on making it good for her that he went on fucking until she had five orgasms before he pulled an aroused tit into his mouth, sucked it, and fired his charge deep into her.
But then his mind went back to his teacher and in his aroused state, she became the most beautiful and exciting woman he had ever seen.
In that moment, Carl established a new project for himself. Before very long, he was going to be in a bedroom with her. He would take his time about undressing her and driving her wild with desire, then he would guide her on a conducted tour of lust during which he would suck her tits, her ass, her cunt and anything else that attracted him.
He would make her cry and beg for it before finally he stretched her out, got into her crotch and fucked her as she withered in an agony of lust under him.
It was no idle dream this time, he knew. He was going to fuck his teacher and all that remained was to lay out a well-planned blueprint of seduction.
While Carl continued to concentrate on coming up with a plan to get his teacher's clothes off and her legs open to be fucked, he still took an active part in the sexual life of the Jarvis household. In fact, when he was unable to find any plan that seemed workable, he turned to Sarah for help.
"What a devil you've turned out to be, darling," Sarah told him after he let her in on his secret desire concerning Miss Parker.
"Do you think I'm crazy to try it when I can get all the tail I want?"
"Far from it, Carl. Life is a game and the name of the game is S-E-X."
"I'm glad you agree," Carl said. with obvious relief in his voice.
"Suppose you do get into her panties," Sarah went on. "Think of how thrilling it will be to see her in school after that. She will be fully dressed, but you will be able to mentally strip her naked. You'll know what her body looks and feels-like. She can wear all she likes, but your hands will remember fondling her tits and bare ass, rubbing her hot cunt, the works."
"Now you've got me more anxious than ever. If I don't soon figure out a way to get at her, I'll just grab her and rape her."
"Steady, boy. There are things called jails. The sex life there is pretty dull except for full-time faggots. I think you should get that out of your mind."
"But how am I going to get her? I get so horny when I think about it that my mind won't function worth a fuck."
"That's a rather apt expression, darling," she laughed. "Maybe so, but I'm apt to grab her by the ass right in class one of these days if we don't figure something out."
"Okay, Carl, you just try to keep your pressure down until we work this out. I'll arrange to see your Miss Parker after school tomorrow."
"You will? Man, I can just hear it. Miss Parker, Carl is a horny little bastard. He wants to strip you naked and jump in bed with you."
"It won't be quite like that, dear."
"Then how will it be?"
"Let's just say I'm going fishing. I'm going to find out all I can about her. After that, it's just a matter of finding the right approach. If she turns out to be a virgin, then you can forget it."
"I don't think she is. It's just a hunch, but there's something about her body that says it's been used."
"Then we'll find a way to use it again. It will be your first real seduction. That reminds me, why aren't you getting some from the girls in school? A bunch of them must be laying it out for some guys."
"I don't know. Since I discovered women, I just don't feel much like bothering with girls."
"I can understand that, but for the sake of your education, you should widen your experience. You should take one out in the car some evening, get her hot from necking, then get her panties off. Most young chicks are not very good at screwing, but they're nice to look at and handle, and there is a hole to stick your cock in when you get raspy."
"Yeah, I suppose you're right. I know a couple who do give their all. I think either one would go out with me if I gave them a chance."
"Glad to hear it. You can tell me all about it later. In fact, we can even arrange for you to screw some school chicks somewhere in the house so we can watch you in action."
"Hey, that should be a real gas," Carl agreed eagerly.
"Right. Now you just keep your hands off teacher's ass. I'll try to see her tomorrow and get things rolling."
"Okay, thanks Sarah. Right now though, all this talk about fucking has got me worked up," he said, rubbing across the front of his pants where his pecker throbbed in arousal.
"I know what you mean. Let's see if Suzi is free for some fun."
"What do you have in mind, Sarah?"
"I'm in the mood for a game of mistress and slave."
"Great. Male or female?"
"Today, I'm in the mood for a male slave."
"Let's go," he said eagerly as he took her hand to go in search of Suzi.
"Oh yummy," the maid replied when they told her of their plans to play. "I have a few things to do, but I can break from time to time to do them."
On the way to the master bedroom, Sarah explained that Carl was to be the slave, she the mistress, and Suzi her visiting sister. Carl did not mind at all the fact that he would be the one with the red ass. He would enjoy the game as much as they.
In the room, while the women remained dressed for the time being, Carl hurriedly stripped naked before them. In doing so, he displayed a very stiff, hungry-looking prick to the women.
"Come to me, slave," Sarah spoke sharply. "I wish to examine your prick."
Carl went to stand before her as she sat on the bed with Suzi, trembling in excitement at the firmness of her tone. "What's this?" she asked with a frown as she wrapped her hand around the elongated shaft and felt the firmness of it. "How did you get hard? You did not have my permission."
"I'm sorry, Mistress. It was the beauty of you and your sister that caused it."
"How dare you, Carl. You are a slave. Do you dare to lust after my body or that of my innocent sister?"
"Oh no, Mistress, I would not dare."
"Then kneel before us and apologize for finding sinful lust in looking at our pure beauty."
Instantly, Carl dropped to his knees bowing deeply, and apologized in the most abject terms.
"While he is kneeling, sister dear," Suzi said sweetly, enjoying the demure role, "could your slave perform a service for me?"
"Of course, Suzi dear. What is it?"
"My little cunny has an itch. Mother told me it is a sin for a girl to touch her Gunny. Could he scratch it for me?"
"Of course, my dear. I must help preserve you from sin. It is my sisterly duty."
"Carl," she commanded, "scratch my sister's little Gunny, but be very delicate. It is a pure untouched thing."
Looking quite unvirginal, Suzi fell back on the bed and threw her lovely legs up and wide apart. The crotch of her black nylon panties was narrow and showed curling tendrils of pubic hairs around both sides.
"Shall I lower her panties, Mistress?"
"Shame, you filthy creature. A virgin does not show her precious cunt to a slave. Scratch through the panties, but be gentle, I warn you or your ass will pay."
Moving closer to Suzi's exposed crotch, Carl used three fingertips to gently massage the warmth of her inflamed crotch. After just a little of it, he saw and felt a circle of very hot moisture. He continued to rub and saw that Suzi was already withering under his touch.
"You may stop now," Suzi told him, not wanting to come so soon and fearing she would.
"Did he perform his task well?" Sarah asked.
"Well, he was a little too rough and he tried to get his fingers into my slit."
"I understand what you mean, sister, dear. Look at the hardness of his prick. The vile creature dared to enjoy himself in your innocent crotch."
"Surely you will punish him," Suzi suggested sweetly. "Indeed I shall. He will be well beaten."
"How wonderful," Suzi sighed. "I have never watched a man being. beaten. May I stay to see it?"
"Of course, my dear. First though, I must remove some clothing so that I have freedom of motion. Slave," she snapped at Carl, "remove my dress."
With due deference, Carl approached the woman as she stood beside the bed. His hands worked smoothly and quickly, and in a moment she stood before him in bra and panties, a sight which caused his prick to give a strong leap as it always did when he saw her lush body in lingerie. In seconds, she wore only nylons and high heels.
Sitting on the bed again, she commanded her slave to lie across her sleek thighs. In seconds, she had him positioned with his arched behind facing Suzi.
Sarah began spanking then and spanked hard right from the start. Carl presented an exciting sight as his ass rose and fell madly while Sarah slapped from cheek to cheek and soon turned them both a bright rosy red. As she spanked, she scolded her slave appropriately.
"Oh dear," Suzi said when Sarah paused in her spanking of the glowing ass, "it looks so exciting to spank the bare bum of a man. I should love to try it."
"Then by all means, you must, Suzi. I fear your little hand is much too tender, though. Get the hair brush from the dresser. It will do the job well and protect your hand too."
Helping Carl off her lap, Sarah ordered him to take Suzi's dress off. Still sobbing, Carl lid so with a show of efficiency that was surprising considering how his ass was burning.
Returning with the brush, Suzi took his prick in her other hand and led him to an armless chair near the bed.
"Yes dear, all men have such things. It is more than a handle though, it may be sucked to provide cream, or put into the cunt of the female to do what is called fucking."
"How interesting," she commented as she sat and drew Carl over her lap. "I must learn more of these things."
And then she was spanking him, the brush making loud ringing sounds with each slap to the accompaniment of his equally loud crying and his choked pleas for mercy.
When she finished spanking him, Suzi. gripped Carl's handle again and led him to the bed. Sarah ordered him to kneel beside the bed.
"Your sobbing annoys me, Carl," she told him. "Put your face between my thighs so that the sounds will be muffled."
Obeying, Carl inhaled deeply between sobs and thrilled to the odor of crotch as he always did. He listened as Sarah told her "virginal sister" of the many possible acts of sexual pleasure.
Since a demonstration seemed to be in order, Sarah had her slave remove her bra and fondle and kiss her tits until the nipples jutted hard and wet. Suzi professed great delight as she examined them with her eyes and her fingers.
"I would love to know how that feels," she sighed. "Then you must find out, sister dear."
Seconds later, the slave had removed her bra and brought her sensitive nipples to full arousal.
Sarah went on to explain then that the bum was another area that could be excited and aroused by the male. In order to explain her point, she had Carl remove her panties to fondle and kiss her bum cheeks, then lick up and down her crack, then tongue her asshole until she told him to stop.
Of course, Suzi wanted to experience that thrill as well, so Carl took her panties down and did the same to her. And then Sarah told Suzi about the joy. of having one's cunt lapped. Needless to say, she called on Carl to perform that act on her, and kept his mouth in her crotch until she had a strong orgasm.
Without discussion between the women, Carl was told to go down on Suzi and proved to be a most obedient and willing slave as he pressed his mouth to her aroused cunt and lapped her greedily until he made her howl with the ecstasy of completion.
After that, Suzi had to return to the kitchen for a few minutes. She did not bother dressing, since there was more of the exciting game to be played.
"Come slave," Sarah told him when they were alone in the room, "I need to go to the toilet and you will assist me. A lady cannot be expected to perform such functions without her slave to help."
He followed her meekly to the bathroom where Sarah soon decided that the seat was too cold for her sensitive bum.
"Raise the seat, Carl," she told him. "I shall squat and you shall hold my bum for me. Be careful to hold and position me, since you will clean up anything that misses the mark. If I become angry enough, you will do it with your tongue."
Trembling with arousal, Carl formed a toilet seat with his hands and felt the silken mounds of her chubby ass fit them nicely. He held her for a long time while she completed what she had come for.
"I am finished now, Carl," she told him at last. "You may wipe my bum."
It was the first time a woman had called on him to perform that task. He did it not just willingly, but eagerly, going back four times to make sure that he had done it well.
"Now do it with your tongue," she told him and he bent to do it at once.
While Sarah leaned with her hands resting on the edge of the sink, her slave knelt with his face buried in the valley of her ass, his tongue alternating between licking her crack and darting into her asshole.
Taking her slave back to the bedroom then, Sarah saw that Suzi had not yet returned. Understanding the importance of keeping the game going without a break, she had her slave lie on his back on the bed.
"I am going to squat over your face, slave," she informed him. "you will first lick my crotch thoroughly, then suck and lick my cunt until I come. When I do, I shall wash your face with my crotch; make sure it is very wet or I'll slash your back to ribbons."
Trembling with desire and arousal, Carl looked up to see the big butt and wide-open cunt above his face as she held there for a few seconds adding to his thrill before she slowly lowered herself on his face.
Remembering her instructions, he was careful to give her crotch a thorough licking before he pressed his mouth to the moisture of her cunt, inserted his eager tongue, and began to lap her.
To his intense delight, it was a long time before he heard and felt the woman coming. As her orgasm reached the absolute peak, Sarah pressed down hard on him, smothering him in the scented, silken heat of her roomy crotch. Rubbing jerkily, Sarah gave his face the washing she had promised. Carl so loved having his face washed by a wet crotch that he came close to going off in the air.
Sarah was just dismounting when Suzi hurried back into the room.
"O sister dear," she panted, "his face is all wet from the juices of your pretty cunt. May I taste him?"
"It hardly is the correct thing to do with a slave, my dear," Sarah replied, "still, I suppose it will be all right for once."
Hurrying to Carl, Suzi fell on him and kissed and licked his face as she tasted the strong perfume of the other woman's cunt.
"Really, sister dear," Suzi said as she got up licking her lips, "I have come to the realization that being a virgin is a terrible bore. Please have your slave take my cherry so that I may know what it is like to have my little cunt truly open to life."
"You know I can refuse you nothing, sweet sister. Lie on the bed and I shall assist in your defloration by my slave. Despite the fact that he is merely a slave, he does fuck quite well."
"You allow him to do it to you?" Suzi asked in surprise.
"Oh yes, frequently. I do enjoy having a cock in my ! twat."
"Then let us get started, sister dear. My poor cunt has been hungry for too long."
"I can see that, dear," Sarah said as she rubbed a hand between Suzi's thighs. "It is hot indeed, and the wetness of it tells me that it is more than ready to welcome a stiff cock into its depths."
"Oh yes, Sarah my darling sister, you speak the truth. You will have to show me how this fuck thing is 'done, though. I am so innocent and ignorant in such matters."
"Come dear, lie back and relax. I shall arrange your pretty legs so that your crotch is nicely opened."
"Now slave," she commanded, "bring that lovely peasant prick ,of yours into action and open up this virginal cunt."
The slave proved to be a willing one indeed as he hurried to the bed and got between the parted legs which Sarah held wide open.
"Be careful slave," Sarah cautioned him. "Remember my sister is a virgin. Do not cause her more pain than is truly necessary."
"I'll be careful," he panted as he lay atop Suzi and put his hand between them to guide his throbbing prick into her slit. In his hunger, he felt a magnetism between Suzi's hot, hungry cunt and his own fully aroused weapon.
He felt the touch of the head against wet lips, then he gave a quick lunge and drove his prick well into her. He was caught off guard by her scream.
"My cherry," she howled, "it's broken. I'm no longer a virgin. I am being fucked ... oh fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... I love it ... oh my cunt ... my cunt ..."
As he screwed her deliciously, and as they both went off at the same time, her legs wrapped strongly around him and She jerked her butt up from the bed, taking them both for a ride.
When they fell into a tangled, panting heap on the bed, Sarah leaned over them to massage Carl's still tingling ass as she commented on what a great game it had been.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
It had been a pleasant meeting from the start, and Sarah found herself liking Hilda Parker very much. More than merely liking the woman, she decided that after Carl had taken his best shot at getting the teacher into bed, she was going to try her luck as well.
Although it was an unusual arrangement, they left the school after Carl introduced them, and went to a quiet bar to chat. The fact that a teacher would accept such an invitation told Sarah that the woman had potential as a swinger.
For a little while, they chatted generally about the boy, and how his marks had gone down over the past few months.
Before long, Sarah guided the discussion into more general areas not connected with school activities. In the course of their chat, they discovered that neither had ever married.
During the third martini, Hilda admitted that she had enjoyed a few affairs with men, but that each time she had ended up with a broken heart and didn't feel inclined to try again.
Sarah told of some of her experiences, and went on to tell how she had solved the problem by going to work for Carl's father as his nurse.
"He requires a very special brand of nursing," she said with a wink. "It involves our both being naked. I think you follow me."
"Maybe the boy suspects what's going on and his mind is more on sex than study," the teacher commented.
"It isn't a case of suspecting," Sarah said with a wry grin. "The little bastard knows his old man makes out with me. A few weeks ago, he came home from school one afternoon and started feeling me up."
"What did you do?"
"At first, I tried to stop him, then I changed my mind. I was surprised to find out how exciting it is for a mature woman to have a kid blowing his cool about her."
"You let him go?"
"All the way, but he went my way. I made him strip naked, and take off my clothes a little at a time with a lot of feeling and kissing as he did."
"God, Sarah, go on."
Sarah did go on, and detailed vividly a hurriedly scripted seduction of the boy.
"... his tongue right inside my slit licking like there was no tomorrow ... face between the cheeks of my nook and licked my hole raw ... damn sturdy young cock on him and not small by any means ..."
"My God, Sarah," the woman was perspiring, "you really do have it made. Father and son and both of them go down on you as well."
"It really is great. You like being dived?"
"I'm ashamed to admit it, but I don't know. That's one of the joys of life that seems to have passed me by. From all I've read on the subject, I understand it's great."
"Great and then some. Being something of a swinger, I've gotten it from both sexes. Either way, it's like wow, 'Another woman?' I don't know if I could bring myself to do it with a woman."
"You're still young, Hilda. Give yourself time," Sarah encouraged.
"I'm twenty-nine now, Sarah. A woman's chances get fewer after the mid-twenties."
Deciding they had reached the proper point to drop the subject, Sarah steered the conversation in another direction. Not long after that, she suggested that since Miss Parker was the only teacher in school that Carl seemed to like or trust, it would be wonderful if she would arrange to have a chat with him.
"Of course, Sarah. I'll ask him to stay behind after classes tomorrow."
"That bothers me, Hilda. You see, the very atmosphere of school will cause him to freeze up. I don't think you would be really able to draw him out there."
"Where then?" the teacher asked, puzzled.
"Well, you could visit him at home some evening. No, better yet, if it wouldn't be a terrible imposition, I think it would be best if he visited you at your house or apartment."
"That's really unusual, Sarah, but I suppose I could. Still though, in view of his interest in sex, don't you think there would be a danger?"
"You mean would he rape you? Not a chance."
"I didn't mean that so much."
"You mean am I afraid you will seduce him?"
"Something like that, I guess," Hilda replied nervously.
"Considering what I did to him, I can hardly make moral judgements, dear."
"I don't know what to say, Sarah. I want to help him, he's a good boy. Still, I don't know how I would react if he started to make passes at me."
"As I always say, Hilda, follow the dictate of your heart in such matters. If you don't trust your heart, try checking farther down."
A little more conversation followed then, and it was agreed that Carl would visit the woman on Saturday at noon.
"Does his father know about his coming to see me."
"No, but it doesn't matter."
"He could cause trouble. I'm a teacher, you know."
"Hilda," Sarah smiled, "Cal is a horny beast, but he loves his son. If he finds out that anything you do makes Carl happy, he will want to kneel down and kiss your bum or anything else you have to offer."
There was a little more conversation after that, then the two women decided they had achieved enough. Sarah drove the teacher home and just before Hilda got out of the car, Sarah dropped a hand onto her thigh as she spoke to her.
"Do what you like on Saturday, dear, but keep in mind that a boy offers the perfect opportunity for fun without any emotional entanglement."
"Oh Sarah, you've got me so mixed up."
"Chin up, dear. Besides, he has the most educated young tongue."
As Sarah made the lapping gesture with her red tongue between her lips, Hilda Parker recalled Carl having done the same in class.
She remembered it not just in her mind, but also inside the crotch of her panties.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
As Carl punched the apartment buzzer, he realized he should be nervous, but was not at all so. Sarah had laid the groundwork beautifully so that, he sensed, it was the teacher who would be nervous, .not him.
When he heard her voice on the intercom, he knew he had guessed correctly. The door lock buzzed, and when he heard the click, he opened it and hurried to the elevator bank across the lobby.
A couple of minutes later, he was knocking lightly on her door and listening to the click of her heels as she came to open it.
"Hello Carl," she said in a way that told him she was fighting to control her nerves. "It's very nice to see you."
"Hello, Miss Parker," he replied. "It was nice of you to let me come."
He had hoped to find her in sexy lingerie, or perhaps bare naked. Still, he wasn't disappointed. As an afterthought, he decided it would be better this way. Dressed as she was, it would be a reminder that she was a teacher. It was going to be up to him to get her clothes-off.
As he followed her into the apartment, Carl was struck by the realization that her bum looked bigger and rounder than usual. Then he understood. In school, she wore a girdle. This time, she was obviously wearing a garter belt instead.
Being a precocious young man, he understood that a woman who planned to undress for a man, or be undressed by him, would not want to wear a girdle. The fact that she chose to wear a garter belt and nylons, he projected the thought, indicated that she wanted to look her best, her sexiest for him.
He accepted her offer of a cup of coffee. As he waited for her to bring it, he had more time to think of what could be ahead for him if he played if right, and of how great the reward could be.
Miss Parker had seated him on a comfortable couch, and after she placed the tray on a low coffee table in front of them she sat opposite him in an equally comfortable chair. When she picked up her coffee, she crossed her legs.
She wasn't particularly bold about doing it, and did not show him much above her knees. Still, what she did show was nice and promised to get nicer. He saw that her thighs were inclined to be big, but still firm and silky looking, much like Eva's, he guessed, and they had proved exciting to the touch.
While they sipped coffee, she asked him a few routine questions about school, his attitude toward it, and his falling grades. He answered each one with deliberate hesitation, as if he too were nervous. He wasn't, but it seemed to him to be the right way to play it in order to achieve maximum effect and get the show on the road.
"I've noticed, Carl, that in addition to your marks being down all along the line, they are down even farther in the subjects I teach. Can it. be that you don't like me, or in some way resent me?" she asked.
"Oh no, Miss Parker. I like you better than any other teacher in the school. In fact, you're the only one I do like."
"What is it, then"
Flicking a quick glance, Carl saw that the skirt of her dress had ridden up a little so that now he was able to see a portion of the expanding top of one nylon. It was getting better by the minute and he felt himself beginning to perspire.
Haltingly, he confessed that the reason for his poor scholastic showing was a growing interest in sex and a resultant lack of study and concentration.
"But surely, Carl, you must see that this is harmful to your education," she pointed out seriously.
As he flicked another glance, Carl noticed that he could see all of the top of the left nylon and just a suggestion of bare flesh above.
He kept his eyes focused on her thigh long enough to allow her to catch him. Still, he was thrilled to discover, she did not tug her dress down. It gave him reason to hope that he was really going to score.
She asked a few more probing questions about the direction and extent of his new interest in sex, and he continued to play the shy, nervous role as he gave her the answers which best suited his purpose.
"Tell me, Carl," she said in a warm tone then, "will it embarrass you if I ask even more personal questions in an effort to help you understand yourself?"
"I ... I guess not, Miss Parker. After all, I know you are trying to help me, so I guess the least I can do is go along with it."
"I'm pleased to hear that, Carl. It confirms what an intelligent young man you are."
"Miss Parker," he paused then before going ahead, "I don't mean to sound bold, but I think it would be easier for me if you would sit here on the couch so I wouldn't have to talk so loud. Would you mind very much?"
"Not at all, Carl," she said with a smile that dazzled him, "I'm just trying to make it easy for you. I'll be pleased to do anything I can to help."
The statement was loaded with double meaning, and the young man read it that way. Still, until he could be sure, he told himself, he would have to go on playing it cool. Just one slip. could ruin the whole thing.
As she uncrossed her legs to get up, Carl got one more good look at her thighs, the best one to that point. What he saw, made him want to see more, and he promised himself he was going to see a whole lot more before very long.
"One thing I should know, Carl," she said as she moved a little closer to him on the couch and drew her legs up under her, "is whether you have been doing more than just thinking of sex."
"I guess I have," he admitted with a nice show of shyness.
"How much more, Carl?"
"Well, quite a bit I guess."
"Have you gone all the way with a girl?"
"Not a girl. Some women."
"Women? You mean more than just one?"
"Yes. Quite a few, I guess."
"It's all right, Carl. I must admit I was testing you to see if you were being truthful."
"What do you mean, Miss Parker?"
"Well, Sarah told me quite a bit about you when she talked to me the other day. About you and about her."
"You mean she told you about the things I do with her and Suzi?"
She didn't mention anything about Suzi, but she did tell me some of the things the two of you do together."
"Did she make them sound bad?"
"Not at all, Carl. In fact, she made them sound very interesting, to say the least."
"Then you are not disgusted with me for doing things like that?"
"On the contrary, Carl. I was very impressed to hear that at your age you are already an adept lover and a man of the world."
"Thanks," he told her simply, stalling as he wondered whether the time had come to make his play for her. "Now, Carl," she moved a little on the couch so -that he had a quick flash of bare thigh and a continuing look at the way her big thighs strained the fabric of her dress, "I still wish I could find out why your marks are so low in my classes. You must have some idea."
The woman had given him time enough to make the decision. He was going to take his chances and go for her.
She looked ready, and he felt his composure beginning to slip.
"All right, Miss Parker," he heaved a deep sigh, "I'll tell you all about that."
"Don't be afraid, Carl. I'll help if I can."
"You see, Miss Parker, it's all because I like you so much."
"I don't understand, Carl, please explain it to me."
As he began to talk, he moved a little closer to her, his thigh brushing hers. When she pretended not to notice, Carl felt a surge of confidence, a moral second wind, as it were.
"I think you're more than just a good teacher," he told her, his eyes moving from her breasts up over her face. "You are a beautiful woman as well. An excitingly beautiful one."
"Why, thank you, Carl." There was a catch in her voice and Carl detected it.
"When you're in the room, I look at you, but I don't hear what you are saying. To me, you're not a teacher, just a woman. Your dress covers your body, but I know what's under it."
"Do you think I dress in a provocative manner?" she asked warmly.
"It wouldn't matter what you wore. I keep thinking that if I could take your dress and slip off, I'd see those big breasts, probably in a white bra. I'd see those lovely legs all the way up, right to where little panties hug your bum the way I want to hug it."
"Oh Carl, dear," he heard the edge of panic in her tone, "I don't think we should be talking like this. I'm a teacher after all and you're ..."
That was as far as he allowed her to go. Falling on her, he pushed her dress and slip up and pressed his wet mouth to the alabaster skin of firm, silken thighs. The sigb and touch of them was even better than he had dreamed it would be. In that moment, he decided that she was going to submit or he would rape her. There was no longer a choice for her.
One hand pulled her clothing a little higher over her thighs, the other slid around a firm, well-fleshed. hip to caress it strongly. He felt her beginning to squirm then and told himself that he would not have to rape her. She would, he sensed, permit him to seduce her. That was the way he wanted it to be.
It was time then, Carl sensed, to attack. Still holding the smooth firmness of a nylon-sheathed bum cheek in his right hand, he pulled her close as he raised his head and his mouth came down, hot and wet, to cover her red, seemingly swollen lips.
She groaned into his mouth and then her arms were around him, her mouth kissing back as fiercely as his. During the kiss, he took one of her hands and carried it to his crotch. After a second, he felt it probing there, feeling and squeezing his aroused prick and, he knew, wanting it out and bare in her hand for the time being, then driving and pounding inside her horny cunt.
"Oh Carl," she sighed as he drew her cheek against his, "what are we going to do? This must be wrong."
"It isn't wrong, Hilda dear," he whispered warmly into her ear. "We can't stop now, we don't want to. I am going to -undress you slowly, a little at a time. I'm going to cover your body with kisses. I'm going to lick and suck you all over until neither of us can wait another second"
"Yes ... yes, Carl. Then what?" she panted.
"I'm going to find your warm, wet lovely cunt that I've already sucked, and we are going to fuck. It will be good, darling, you'll see."
While, he talked, his hands had already opened the top of her dress. She moved her arms to help him strip it down to her waist and expose the more than fully filled cups of a lacy, flesh colored bra. Above and between the big cups rose the twin swells of promised delights, shading the wide valley between. He saw and felt that her tits were even bigger than Sarah's. He guessed too that they were every bit as firm and would offer delicious nipples to be sucked hard and shiny.
"Let me see you, Carl," she gasped as her fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt and failed.
"Would you like me to strip naked?" he asked her. "Yes."
"Promise you won't move?"
"Yes, Carl. Please hurry. Show me."
Standing before her, Carl undressed quickly. When he was bare to the waist, he saw her eyes move hungrily over his manly chest and well-muscled arms. Opening his pants, he pulled them down and gave her the bulge in his briefs to look at. He kicked his pants away and moved closer to the couch.
"You take them off for me," he told her in a husky whisper. "I love to have them taken down by a beautiful woman."
Her hands were trembling even more violently now, but she was able to pull the little garment down. Freed from painful confinement at last, his prick leaped out eagerly, standing up straight and proud before her face.
Surprising herself and the boy, she wrapped a hand firmly around the shaft, gazed at the bared head for a moment, then brought her mouth to it and kissed it lovingly with both her lips and her tongue.
"Oh Carl," she panted weakly as she looked up into his handsome, confident face, "that's the first time I've ever done that to any man."
"There will be a lot of firsts today, darling," he told her as he held her face in both his hands. "Stand up now and I'll take your dress off."
He gave her a steady hand and she took it and rose to her feet. Her tits rose and fell strongly as passion took complete control of her body and chased her mind far into hiding where it could do no harm.
Noticing that she wore a half slip, Carl pushed it down over her firm hips and buttocks with the dress until both fell at her feet. Her thighs flashed excitingly as she raised them to step out of the discarded clothing.
"Shall we go to the bedroom?" he asked her, knowing instinctively that she would want to rather than fuck on the couch.
She gave him her hand, and they walked together from the room. He was glad she left her high heels on. They did nice things to legs that were already beautiful, legs and thighs that would soon, he knew, be trembling under his hands as her entire body would tremble.
Not even the anticipation of his first fuck with Suzi compared with the thrill of this moment. Hilda was a big, mature woman, a teacher, a person of authority, and now he was going to strip her body naked, arouse it wildly; then, after she cried for it, he was going to fuck her.
They stopped by the bed, and Carl noticed that the covers had been drawn back in readiness. Turning to face his woman, he put one hand on her bum and felt her as she trembled under his touch. His other arm went around her, then she was in his arms and they were kissing with wild, urgent passion, their bodies rubbing, his . naked, Hilda's more exciting than naked in her filmy lingerie.
Sensing that the woman would be more comfortable and eager for love and lust in the bed, he eased her gently down onto it before he reached to unhook her bra. It was a big bra which required five hooks to hold the weight of her big tits, but he manipulated them with the ease of a man who has removed many bras in the past.
When he released the melon-like tits, he was thrilled to see that there was almost no sag despite their enormous size. The nipples were big pink beauties, and as he told of their beauty in erotic whispers, his fingers began to make them even bigger.
Her nipples responded quickly to his touch as her whole body squirmed against him. Bending his head, he took one into his mouth and sucked greedily. She moaned with passion as the boy held her firmly.
She moaned again when he moved to the other breast meat and gave it the same delightful treatment.
"Oh, Carl," she moaned, "I don't know what to do. It's so good, darling, tell me what to do."
"Just leave it all to me, Hilda dearest," he whispered, thrilled at her acceptance of his maturity and knowledge as a lover. "I'll do everything. I'll do every wild, wonderful thing in the book and I'll make you fly among the stars on a warm pink cloud."
With a deep sigh, the woman fell back and surrendered her body completely to his erotic ministrations. She could not believe that one so young could be so skillful a lover, and yet, the proof of that was consuming her entire body in a fever of raging Just.
His hands guided her as she rolled over. When they went under her hips, she raised them from the bed, knowing that he was going to take her panties off, and those the rear view for a start.
Carl pulled them down very slowly, they too were flesh colored, like her bra, but her own skin was lighter, whiter, much more exciting. When less than half the expanse of her gyrating bum cheeks had been bared, Carl paused in the act of unveiling to press a kiss into her wide crack. As his lips kissed, his tongue licked lightly and her butt pressed up and back against his face.
"Oh Carl," she gasped. "No man has ever kissed me that way."
"I am going to do many things that no man has ever done to you," he assured her as he resumed pulling her panties down.
"What an ass," he panted as the panties fell down to her knees.
Her head was clown on the bed, but he guided her to her knees so that her magnificent big white rump was high over him. When he returned to it with his mouth after fondling it lovingly with both hands and parting the pure white bum: cheeks, he attacked from slightly below, his tongue driving right for her asshole.
Hilda gave a loud moan of passion as she felt his warm tongue where no other tongue had ever been, where she never had even dreamed of a tongue being. With his hands holding her hips strongly, he buried his face in her deep, wide and hot crack, and tongued her maddeningly until she moaned a banshee wail which told him that he had made her come just by tonguing her hole.
Inspired by this achievement, Carl rolled her over on the bed and stripped her panties down over her feet. Before tossing them away, he balled the warm nylon in his hand and pressed a kiss to it before inhaling deeply. He ,saw Hilda shiver with lust as he did so.
He began to play with her thighs then as she parted and raised them for him. While he played, he told her how he was going to capture her throbbing cunt with his mouth, and how his tongue would go inside to lash her until he made her come again.
Even after she begged him to feel her cunt, to rub it and make her come again, he went on teasing by fondling and licking her lush thighs until he had teased himself to the breaking point.
His hands caught the backs of her thighs and pushed them over her body. Her butt came up off the bed and carried her hot, wet crotch high for him. With an animal roar, he threw his face into it and his mouth tasted the wet heat of her madly aroused cunt.
Holding her strongly, his hands digging into her flesh, he took the lips off her twat into his mouth and sucked them. Only then did he get his tongue inside. He found her big, hard clitoris at once and began to tongue it.
Hilda's second come arrived quickly and was stronger than the first had been. It left her weak and panting.
Carl allowed her only a little time to rest before resuming his arousal of her. Knowing that he would not be able to delay his own climax for long, he brought her close to the edge before he lay atop her and slipped his eager prick into the wet welcome of her burning cunt.
She groaned as if she were dying of ecstasy as she felt the full length of it inside her. Her muscles tightened and the walls of her cunt gripped him.
Pressing her arms down flat on the bed, subconsciously expressing his complete dominance of the mature woman, Carl took a nipple into his mouth and began stroking strongly, driving his cock like a piston in and -out of her cunt as her strong rear bounced madly on the bed.
"Oh darling," she gasped, "I've never been fucked this way ... oh fuck me ... drive it darling ... hurt me ... make me cry ... oh my cunt is in flames ... fuck me ..."
They were words Hilda Parker had never uttered before but this was a new Hilda, a mature, educated woman who was being led down new paths of lust by a sixteen-year-old boy, and who knew she would never want to return from the jungle into which he had led her.
He heard her scream that she was coming, and he was ready and waiting for it. He managed to hold back his charge until she was well into her lusty orgasm, then he rammed his body hard against her, squirming in her crotch, then let it go.
He went off strongly and her strong legs crushed him as she held herself high off the bed and screamed a hymn of lust and ecstasy. His hot juice burned in her cunt and belly. Never had any fuck even approached the glory of that moment for her.
After that, there was nothing to do but rest. For a long time, it was silent rest, then they began to whisper to each other of how good it had been for both of them and how glad both were that it had happened.
When they got up to see about food, Hilda obeyed when he told her to wear her bra and panties so that she would make him horny and his cock would recover faster.
They ate sandwiches and washed them down with beer as the boy told her of some of his sexual exploits. Before long, she found it impossible to believe that Carl was really only a boy of sixteen rather than a fully experienced man in his-thirties or forties.
Shortly after they finished their snack, Carl took his woman back to the bedroom. He turned the radio on and found the kind of music he wanted. He turned the volume up fairly loud.
Hilda was still wondering what it was all about when he sat on the edge of the bed, pulled her panties down almost to the tops of her nylons, then guided her over his lap.
She took her spanking nicely, better than he expected, and he made it a good one which painted both cheeks a nice rosy hue. Hilda was still crying gently as he helped her off his lap and onto the bed.
Seconds later, after he had guided her body again, he was looking up at the excitingly red cheeks as she hovered above him for a moment before bringing her crotch down onto his face to be sucked off again.
While he sucked, he had her lovely big butt to play with, so he took his time and made it a long, lovely lapping before she began squirming all over his wet face as she came with a weak cry.
But still he wasn't finished with her. After both had rested for a few minutes, he had her go down on all fours on the bed and, kneeling behind her so that he could feel the heat of her spanked ass on his belly, he slipped his cock into her steaming hot pussy from back and under, and gave it to her dog-style. She loved it.
He lasted longer this time, his belly slapping her pussy with a slow, delightful rhythm. When he felt his balls churning for the big explosion, he didn't try to hold back. She had experienced two more orgasms during the fuck, and he guessed that another would cause her to pass out.
Pulling her big bum up hard against him, he fired his charge and felt the muscles of her cunt gripping him so that she drained what he was sure was the last drop from his balls.
Later, they talked about spanking and he told of how he had been trained by Sarah to both give and take. Hilda told of her surprise at discovering that while it stung her bum, it had been at the same time exciting and pleasurable.
During the course of the afternoon, they talked only of sex and pleasure. Late in the day, they went to her bedroom where Carl selected a hair brush with a smooth wooden back.
Handing it to her, he told her that he had been a naughty boy. Since they had already discussed the various forms of scolding and spanking, Hilda knew just what to do to excite the two of them.
"God, this is exciting," she hissed as she adjusted the boy, who sobbed convincingly, over her thighs, then began to spank him. Before long, it was not necessary for Carl to pretend his cries. She used the brush well.
After the spanking, Hilda comforted him in her arms with his wet face on her big breasts as he sobbed his thanks for a nice spanking that had left him feeling so good.
It had also left him with a very stiff prick. Nervously, she asked him if he would like her to take it in her mouth to bring him to climax that way.
"Yes, I love it. We can suck each other off together." Falling back onto the bed, they played with each other for a long time before Carl told her he was ready for her to blow his joint.
Again, Carl took the lead in adjusting them so that, while he fitted his eager face into her hot crotch, she was able to wrap her lips around the head of his swollen prick.
Neither hurried, neither wanted to hurry at all. Each had a lovely mouthful and was content to let it last. When Hilda came, he gripped her back tightly and held her tight. After that, she resumed sucking his cock until she heard an excited groaning and felt his thick hot cream spurting.
For the third time that day, she drained him.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
It had been a long, thrilling and tiring -evening, and the Jarvis mansion seemed filled with people. Among other things, Cal Jarvis had delighted in watching his son strip and fuck the well-built school teacher who had come to the party with him.
Later, he too had gone down on her and fucked her, but even more thrilling than the act itself had been listening to her praise of his son as a lover.
I'm not knocking you, Cal," she told him after they had both come and he continued to lie on her with his spent prick still buried in her slit. "You're great and I see your son has inherited your talent, but the boy is unbelievable as a lover."
"You're right, Hilda," he said proudly. "I guess Carl gave you quite a surprise that first day."
"Surprise is hardly the word. I know Sarah had me pretty well set up for it, but it turned out to be more than I'd ever dreamed of. I'll remember that day until the moment I die. I know too, that thinking of that experience, I'll die with a smile on my face and a tingle in my pussy."
"That's quite a tribute, Hilda. A tribute to you as well as to Carl."
After that, they drifted apart as games continued to be played all over the house. When he was no longer able to keep his eyes open, Cal collapsed on a bed and fell asleep at once.
The dream came almost instantly. His wife was standing beside the bed, her thin lips pressed in the familiar line that he had learned to hate.
"Look what you've done to him," she snapped.
"What the hell are you talking about anyways, you frozen bitch?"
"You know what I'm talking about, Cal. You've turned my son into a depraved creature who lives only for the sins of the flesh."
"What would you know about flesh? Besides, he's my son. You're dead and rotting in the ground. I'm here with him."
"Yes, you're with him, Cal, and you will continue to pervert and corrupt him."
"That's right, I shall do just that. I'll do it well too, because that's the way we both want it. That way we are both happy as we never were when you were around."
"Why, Cal, why?"
"Because it pleases me, perhaps, to see him enjoy all the things you disapprove of. Perhaps also, I want him to know everything there is to be known about sex so that if he ever decides to marry, he won't make the mistake of marrying a frozen bitch like you. Who knows?"
"You'll burn in hell for this, Cal Jarvis," the dream voice told him solemnly in a tone that was familiar from long, unhappy years of marriage.
"To hell with your hell," he replied.
"Cal Jarvis," she cried out in burning anger, "you have turned our son into some kind of a sex apprentice."
"I see you're as stupid as ever, bitch," he snapped cruelly. "If you had any understanding of sex at all, you would know that Carl completed his apprenticeship when he seduced his teacher. He is a fully fledged graduate now."
The intensity of the dream woke him. There was a sour taste in his mouth. As he shivered, he told himself it was merely that he was cold and that a stiff drink and a piece of ass would fix everything.
