Regina Abbott felt all shaky inside, tremulous as any schoolgirl about to leave on her first date. But it wasn't her first date, and she was far from being a girl any more. She was, up to now, a respectable married woman thirty five years old, with children of her own.
Now she was about to take the irrevocable step that would turn her into a cheating wife. She knew it and Chuck knew it, and once she screwed Chuck Baker, there was no turning back.
But she wanted to lay the husband of her best friend, she had to lay Chuck, or go out of her mind. And it was worse because she knew he wanted her just as passionately, and had, for a long, long time.
And it wasn't as if she was just any discontented slut, ready to take on any man who made himself available to her whims and fancies. Regina loved her own husband, loved him truly and well, and their sex had always been very good together. But of late, their love making had been turned into a habit pattern, more a routine than spontaneous excitement.
Regina drew a deep and steadying breath. She had never been screwed by another man, not in all her life. She had been a virgin when she married, she'd never, never cheated on Bill before. And not yet, she thought, glancing nervously at the kitchen door. There was still time to give Chuck a call, to back out of the thing that had been building so intensely between them for so long.
And yet there was no time at all, for if she didn't make the move now, she might never get up the nerve again, and Regina wanted so badly to be fucked by another man, especially by Chuck Baker. She wanted him with a desire that had built itself into an obsession; now she was about to gratify that awful yearning.
Regina ran her hands over her hips, smoothing down the hostess gown she wore for the occasion. It was slinky, and clung to her tall, willowy body with insinuating folds of translucent material. Her body was good, she admitted, tall and sleek, and her breasts stood high. Regina was glad she'd taken such good care of herself, after having the kids.
Chuck adored her body; he'd whispered that in her ear at the last party, when he'd taken on enough liquor to break down the barrier that stood between them--the fact that they were both married. To which other facts could be added: they both had teenage children; they were good friends with each other's mates; they lived right next door to each other.
She jumped when she heard his steps on the back porch, and swallowed hard. He was here, and suddenly she wanted very much to run, to hide herself in the rec room--anywhere. Regina was afraid.
He made it better for her when he slipped quickly through the kitchen door and closed it behind him. "Regina, you look beautiful as ever; no--more so, even."
"Th-thank you," she murmured, and felt the flush of her face, the tingles that raced over her skin at the sight and the nearness of him.
Her lover-to-be, Regina thought, and knew the quickening of her heartbeat, a swiftness of her pulse. She was young as her daughter just now, eager and excited, the blood racing in her veins.
Chuck said, "We've waited such a long time, Regina. And it's not often that both families are gone like this. All afternoon, darling; we have one whole afternoon to ourselves."
She looked at him, at his dear face and the compelling maleness of Chuck Baker, his lean and rangy body and the red-brown hair touched over the temples with grey. His green eyes held hers, and she dropped her gaze to his strong mouth, to the moustache there. "We--we'd better not waste any of this precious time, then:" she said.
He moved toward her, but she drifted away from him, down the lower hall to the safest place she could find in her own home, the bedroom of her son. Dale was at the beach with the other kids, and if by some odd circumstance should come home ahead of the rest, he always went first to the kitchen and clattered about there, assuaging his ever-present hunger.
His mother had a hunger of her own now, a burgeoning need that filled her body and shook her mind, so that her head spun and her knees went weak. Inside her son's room, she turned helplessly, her mouth soft and her eyes damp.
"Chuck--here--this room--I--I wish--"
He came to her and folded her close, pulled her against his hard body.
"I know, I know, dear. I wish it could be some magic mountain top, too.
But we don't have the choice, and I'm so glad for this much."
She felt his organ against her, his breath warm in her ear and along her throat. Shivering, she thought: another man's prick; she'd never even seen another one, much less felt it shoving against her belly like this. So long, she thought; so very rigid.
His hands were moving over her, sliding and caressing, knowing the dip of her waist and the small of her back. Deliciously, she trembled into him, lifting the eagerness of her mouth, and as his strong lips closed upon hers, Chuck cupped both her breasts. She gave him her mouth, surrendering completely to the hot probing of his tongue, realizing the strong clash of his teeth against her own. Oh, but he was so male, and yet so tender, his palms mashing her boobs only to allow them to spring up once more, their nipples hard for the fondling of his fingers.
Oh lord, she thought; her legs were giving way, and she could only cling desperately to Chuck Baker, shaken and suddenly afraid. He moved her backward to the bed, her son's bed, and he was gentle with her there, bending her down and placing her upon the sheet with care. Regina closed her eyes and bit into her lower lip, feeling his hands as they unzipped the hostess gown, feeling the air upon her naked flesh as he peeled the dress back and away to expose her body.
Regina was shamed; no man had ever seen her like this before, only her lawful wedded husband. She bit down upon her guilt and leaped convulsively as Chuck's face found her breasts and nuzzled there. His hands were on her waist, her belly, and his mouth--oh lord, the hot wetness of his mouth!--was kissing over the mound of her tit, then locking suction upon the nipple. She couldn't stand it. Her hips bucked and her ass twisted, and before Regina realized what she was doing, her fingers were locked into the richness of his hair and pulling his mouth harder over her tit.
Chuck groaned into her skin, and suddenly she knew the entire shape of his prick, the length and the roundness of it against her hip. Slowly, with little frightened movements, her fingers inched down to touch it. The head was velvet soft, yet packed with a threatening kind of strength, and her fingertips trailed exploringly along the flanged glans, feeling the ridged outline and the cunning bluntness of its point.
There was a warmth on the tip, an interesting wetness that slid jelly-like between her fingers, and Regina realized that it was his pre-seminal fluid. A shock raced through her, and she quickly withdrew her hand. When her husband was young, he had gotten that excited, so much so that his cock leaked in urgency. But that had been quite a while back, and now she was feeling that slippery fluid from another man!
He was going to--they were about to--shuddering, Regina breathed deeply and raggedly, her body turned complete traitor to her mind, betraying all the solid years of wifely duties.
Chuck's hand was moving down her belly, now, and her thighs opened willingly to receive its caress. He took her mound in hand, his palm making her labia tingle, his fingers thrilling the ridge to her ass and the soft inner skin of her thighs, his thumb probing for the tender hood standing guard to her clitoris.
"Oh darling," he panted, "oh, baby; I knew you would feel this way, all soft and wonderful. You're so beautiful and so sexy--I've envied Bill for years, because he could hold your cunt like this, and kiss your tits like this--"
She was so needed, so wanted and appreciated; his need made her more of a woman, made her more giving and adoring. She stroked his hair and sighed as his finger eased carefully into the dampened lips of her pussy. A strange probing, this, a different kind of feeling about, pushing so delicately and lovingly into the liquid warmth that now was her receptive vagina.
His cock, she thought, was new, his darling cock! Suddenly and breathtakingly swift, it was nestled, throbbing in her grasp--Chuck's prick, his love tool, veined and pulsing with his male hunger. It was heavy and long and solid, and below the shaft were the balls encased in the softly wrinkled sac and the thick, springy covering of hair.
This was the prick she desired, the cock that was going to take the place of her husband's within her pussy. This was the prick that her best friend had been fucking for years and years, but now within seconds, Regina was going to also know the richness of it.
His wife would never know, and neither would her husband. And it wasn't as if they were depriving someone else of sex; they weren't. She and Chuck were just--just taking something for themselves. If that was being greedy or sneaky or whatever anyone wanted to call it, okay. They'd gone too far to drop it now, even if they wanted to.
And they didn't. She clutched the powerful meaty rod as he fingered her cunt, and her ass heaved in anticipation. Pulling him to her by his joint, Regina urged him to mount her. She spread her knees and lifted them, and there he was between them, lowering his body as she tugged insistently at his cock, as she guided the swollen head of it into the quivering wetness of her pubic hair.
"Regina," he breathed, "Regina."
And that was all then, because with one strong shove of his hips, he thrust the length and breadth of his prick up into her hot body.
"Oooh!" she cried out, impaled upon this strange cock, nailed by his different, loving prick. It was thick and long, and she rolled her ass to fit it even more firmly within her sheath, knowing the pressure of his balls in the crack of her ass. It was more than good--it was wonderful, thrilling her so deeply, penetrating to her belly.
Regina wiggled upon it, wrapped her arms around his neck and drew his face down to hers, meeting his mouth with a violence, a savagery that surprised them both. Her belly hammered up at his, and her pubic mound tried to enclose his. Tilting far back, so that she was on her shoulder blades, Regina hiked up her lower body.
That way, she could take it all, every fucking inch of the precious meat, take it clear to the cup of her womb and revel in the way it filled her clenching pussy. She rocked back and forth on Chuck's plunging cock, and hooked her heels behind his knees so she could hang on to him as he fucked.
As they fucked--sweetly and with hunger and long deprivation. His prick worked in and out of the hot, juicy vagina, and she met it stroke for stroke, grinding upon it, rubbing her pelvis into Chuck's, now tearing at the skin of his back, now biting his neck, his chest.
"Baby," he grunted, panted, "oh baby--you're so hot and tight and slick! Oh Regina--you beautiful, hot piece of ass!"
She said it into his chest hair: "Fuck me, darling! Oh, stick that lovely cock away up inside my pussy and fuck me until I faint. Put it in me hard, Chuck--hard! I'm not fragile and I won't break, so fuck me hard!"
He picked up the pace, ramming it to her cunt with additional power, pounding it home and pulling back for more strong lunges that rocked the bed on its legs and made the head of it bump the wall. Just as the head of his prick was bumping her womb wall, and Regina felt the crazy good wondrous feeling burst forth from her ecstatic clit to spread throughout her heaving, surging pussy, to flash throughout her belly, her body, her mind.
"Chuck--oh Chuck! I--I'm coming, coming!"
He fed the meat to her steadily and powerfully, cramming it deep and drawing it out shallow, plunging it balls-deep once more. Regina shuddered and melted in the throes of her overwhelming orgasm, hunched convulsively upon the still-hammering cock and felt her legs sliding down his sweaty back.
Then Chuck stiffened out, his rhythm broken, the long prick gone still as the head of it expanded. Regina could feel the glans ballooning, and suddenly she knew the spurting of his come, the hot, saturating explosion of his semen as it bombed against her womb and came showering back to flood the trembling walls of her pussy. So thick, so slippery; so hot and gushy--and it seemed as if Chuck meant to drown her in his ejaculation, for the creamy stuff continued to flow.
"Ahh, baby," Chuck sighed, "it feels so great to let my come go inside your gorgeous cunt. I've wanted to fuck you for a long time, and now at last I've done it. I don't ever want to stop."
She kissed his throat, his cheek, his mouth. "And I don't ever want you to stop screwing me, Chuck. It's so terrific, so wild. My dear, my darling--ooh--when I wiggle this way, your cock slides around inside me and tickles like crazy."
He stroked it slowly and sweetly within her for a while longer, then began to lift his weight from her body. She wouldn't let him go, but held him tightly to her, kept him buried inside her, and forced him to roll over onto his side.
"I wasn't going to quit," Chuck said. "I just have to catch my breath. I want to do it all to you, Regina--to fuck you and eat you and turn you every way but loose."
"Oh, yes," she breathed, "oh yes--let's just do everything."
And then Regina remembered that she didn't know how to do everything, that she had in actuality led a very sheltered sex life. Her husband didn't experiment. Bill was strong and mostly willing and he just loved to do it to her straight, but he had never even kissed her belly as far down as the navel, and of course, she'd never dared to suggest she perform oral love upon him, either.
She had only heard of other things, and didn't even know if she really wanted to try them. For the moment, she ought to be content just to have this extra love, this extra special screwing by a man she'd wanted for just about forever, it seemed. And even if they never got the opportunity again, here and now they could fuck until they would have to part later in the afternoon, when the families came back from the beach.
Regina reached down between their legs to fondle Chuck's balls. She wouldn't tell him how naive she was, she thought; whatever he started, she would simply go along with, as if it was old stuff to her, and hope that she wouldn't make an idiot of herself.
Funny, she thought, but she didn't feel at all guilty about this; maybe that burden would come later, when she'd had time to think over her infidelity. But the golden chance was here, with her lover, and she meant to make the most of it.
"Oh darling," she whispered, sensing rather than feeling the slight softening of his cock, clenched within the lips of her pussy, "I've always envied your wife, too. Stella is so lucky, to have you whenever she wants you."
Chuck wiggled against her, slid his pubic mound over hers and the shaft of his prick nudged her clitoris. Regina was amazed to feel how wet her thighs were, from both his release and her own juices. He said: "That's not very often, any more. Stella is--was--a hell of a lay, until she got bored with it all. Maybe it's my fault; I don't know. I only know that I'm happier here between your legs than I've been in a long time."
"Me, too," Regina admitted. "I suppose I shouldn't think about your
wife, or my husband, but I--"
He cut in: "I know what you mean. Somehow, they're mixed up in this. It isn't just you and me, but Stella and Bill, too."
"This is a hell of a note," Regina said. "Here we are, all coiled together with your penis up me, and all we can talk about are our spouses."
"All right," Chuck said. "No more talk--just action." And with that, he withdrew himself from her pussy, sliding his long cock out with a deft movement that caused a wetly gulping sound from her labia.
Gently, he urged her over onto her back, and Regina felt a quick thrusting of renewed anticipation, a tingle of the new and unexpected. He was going to do something else to her, she thought for sure he couldn't be ready to screw again so quickly.
"You have such lovely tits," he said, "high and firm and round. They're bigger than Stella's, and one of these days, I'm going to have you squeeze them together around my cock. But right now, I have something else in mind."
He began at her throat, nipping the skin and kissing down to the valley of her breasts. His mouth slipped from one erectile nipple to the other, biting tenderly, sucking hungrily. Then he moved down to her rib cage, his breath hot and provoking, his tongue leaving a fiery trail across her sensitive flesh.
Regina shivered, her hands straying down to touch his hair, while her hips made pendulum movements. So tantalizing, she thought, so very sensuous--like nothing that she and her own husband had done before. Chuck's face was lower on her body than Bill's had ever reached, and the excitement was indescribable.
Wet and warm, his tongue darted into her belly-button, and Regina's cheeks knotted together in a spasming reflex as her ass clenched. His hands wandered over her hips, her belly, back up to fondle the moundings of her swollen breasts, and she thought that this must be some special kind of heaven.
A gasp broke from her mouth as Chuck suddenly dipped his face down into her pubic mound. It was all wet there, she thought in some crazy kind of rationalization; her pussy was still drippy from the recent fucking, still oozing the residue of Chuck's semen. But he didn't seem to mind; his tongue flicked down to lap the lips of her cunt, and Regina thought then that she would certainly go mad.
But there was even more to come--the sharp biting of Chuck's teeth as he forced the labia wider for his assault, the spreading of her thighs by his strong hands as he readied her pussy for his meal.
His mouth was against her labia, and his tongue--oh lord, his wildly exciting tongue!--slipped right on inside her vagina as if it was truly meant to be there. Regina flinched, and her pelvis thrust in reflex against his chin, his mouth; her thighs came together to caress his cheeks.
Chuck ate her then--chewing and nipping and licking hotly into her quaking cavity. Waves of boiling sensation poured over her body, and Regina was conscious that her hips were swinging, that her ass was hunching. She had her fingers dug into his hair, and was somehow attempting to thrust his face ever deeper into her cunt.
He clung to the cheeks of her ass and gobbled avidly at her pussy, sucking the lips into his mouth, worrying them with his teeth, licking and pulling until Regina knew she was going out of her head with the delight of it. When he reached up and in to find her clitoris, she did flip out--moaning and gasping and bouncing insanely upon the bed.
"Ooh! Oh Chuck--my darling--eat me--oh, eat me! Please--do some more--oh God--ohmygod--my clit is splitting wide open! Oh, ahh--Chuck! My pussy--"
Chuck was pulling on her clit, rolling it between his teeth, sucking-- sucking!--on it and in it, and she was going to come. She threw her cunt up to him and pushed his head down into its wet and hot hairiness, and let the good feelings roll over her body.
Her orgasm flared from the clit to the vagina to the womb and burst through her belly to tighten the ring of her asshole, to make her thighs quiver and her teeth clench together as she threw back her head and hunched her wet cunt to his mouth.
Chuck moaned into her vagina, and she could feel the vibrations of the sound far up in her soaking cave. Now he was sucking on her cunt as if it were a ripe fruit, drawing the flow of her love lotions into his mouth and down his eager throat. His fingernails bit into the cheeks of her ass, and his teeth were almost savage against the lips of her vibrant pussy.
She fell apart, came apart in little, sighing pieces as every joint in her body unhooked and as her flesh dissolved in warmly loving bits. Nirvana could be no better, Regina thought vaguely, and paradise would simply have to wait. This thing that Chuck had done to her, this gift he had presented her, was no perversion, but heaven. There had been a lot of wasted years not knowing this.
As she drifted in flowered warmness on a stream that wandered among lotus blossoms and emerald lillypads, Regina thought that she should do something in return, that she ought to place dear Chuck upon the altar where he had put her. And she would, she decided; she most certainly would.
But the hands upon her hips were urging her to move, to let go the swanboat in which she was riding, and so she did. Chuck was turning her over, moving her up and away from him, and she didn't really want to go.
Then she was on top of him, lying limp and flaccid upon his long, lean body, feeling the new rigidity of his sex organ as it grew hard between them. His mouth found hers, and she gave willingly of her lips, gladly of her tongue, even though she knew that the exotic flavors he was passing to her were the tastes of her own pussy and of his semen.
There had never been such an intimacy for Regina, and she wallowed in it, tongue and lips and the unremitting pressure of her nude body upon his. The body of her lover, she thought--the naked man-body of the only male she had ever screwed since she married Bill Abbott. The only person she'd ever fucked, besides her person, she corrected; she had heard of lesbian affairs between women, but she would never go so far as to even consider anything like that.
She was content to be a wanted, loved woman, fucked and eaten by a man who had long desired her, a man who appreciated the fact that she was still a lovely and sensual woman. Chuck was such a lover, so adept and not bound by tradition. As her kids would say, he really turned her on.
Regina squirmed upon him, and when her slickened labia nudged the renewed bulb of his cock, it was only natural for her to make adjustments so that it would work inside the lips. She was going to be fucked twice in one day, with that marvelous, stimulating oral love spaced between the screwings. It was more than she had expected, since her own husband didn't get it up again, after the first time.
But Chuck's long, firm prick went slipping into the vagina so receptive for it, and the lips of her pussy closed over the round shaft with a feeling of contentment. Seated upon him this way, she could lift her upper body and lean back, and that would seat his cock deeply, solidly within her sheath. Regina did it, smiling as she felt the wonder of the penis within her body.
Still, as she fucked the man, she couldn't help thinking of her husband, and what his reaction would be, if somehow he knew.
CHAPTER TWO
She moved through the day in a rosy haze, not really thinking about the daily chores she did through habit, her mind in a whirl from events of the day before. The day she had been so thoroughly fucked by her lover; the magic time when Chuck had gone down on her, when a man had actually eaten her pussy as if he was starving for it.
Maybe he had been starving to taste her pussy, Regina thought, standing in the living room and looking about herself in a warm, loving glow. She felt giddy and young; she felt so adored. Chuck had turned her on, and she could close her eyes now and feel him between her thighs, feel his long, hard cock sliding into the wet grasping of her labia until it reached full length inside her cunt.
Shivering, Regina lifted both hands to touch her hidden tits, to feel the rising of their nipples through the thick terrycloth robe she wore. Where was Chuck now, and what was he doing? Was he also remembering their wildly joyous fucking?
Climbing the stairs, Regina thought also of her own husband, of faithful, staid Bill Abbott, the father of her children. She knew a twinge of guilt, but also a delicious sense of daring, a renewed thrill of excitement. She'd cheated on Bill by screwing another man, by taking another man's stiff prick into her avid vagina. And she would do it again, the very first chance she got.
The window of her son's bedroom faced across the walkway and almost matched the window of the Baker boy. She'd sometimes heard them yelling across at each other. Regina smoothed the bed cover, her fingers tingling as she touched the places where semen must have spilled, places where her ass had swung so violently when Chuck was pounding that lovely prick into her.
What if the boy over there had been staring into this room, seeing every detail of the sensuous things his father had been doing to and with her? Regina shivered again, and went to stand close by the window, peering hard into the other shadowy room. She couldn't see anything there, but that didn't mean the process couldn't be reversed.
And suppose someone else saw her, the next time she and Chuck screwed-- his son, her son; the two young girls; their respective mates? Divorce, she thought--a messy, terrible scene between them all. Logic said calmly that she should drop this entire affair right now, and be content with the stolen sweets she had already known.
But she wasn't being logical. She was hot and eager for more fucking from Chuck, and if she had to gamble her marriage to get the screwing she so desperately needed, then she would be a gambler. Pressing her thighs together, Regina knew she had to continue with her lover, and she wished--
There was a face at the other window!
She tried to move back and stumbled against the bed, fell back, sat up again to stare wildly across the hedged alleyway where she saw him -- Chuck!
His voice carried to her, intense and commanding. "Stay right there, darling. I'm coming over."
She wanted to say that it was too dangerous, that someone from either family might come home at any minute. She wanted to yell back that they hadn't planned out this meeting, and it was crazy for them even to consider it. But of course, she didn't say anything; she only sat with her knees tightly together and her hands clenched, trembling.
Her kids--out in town somewhere on this summer day. Her husband--gone to buy something for the car. Yes; the house was clear--at least her house was, but what about Chuck's? It must be, she thought dazedly, or he wouldn't be trotting over here now.
She turned as feet banged on the stairway, her breath catching in her throat, her heart beating out of control. Chuck loved her, couldn't wait to be with her, needed as badly to fuck her as she needed to be fucked. Helplessly, her hands went to her hair, tugged at her robe, and then he was in the room.
His hands caught at her as she rose to meet him, and his mouth found her own. Hotly, wetly, his tongue probed deeply into her mouth, over her tongue; his breath was heavy, panting. Regina fumbled at his jeans, her body humping blindly, urgently against his to find the wonderful hardness of his erect cock.
Chuck wiggled from his jeans as she tugged them down, kicked away his low boots, and that gorgeous stiff prick leaped out into her hand.
They dropped together onto the bed, her robe falling apart to expose the riches of her willing body to him, her legs going wide and her pussy throbbing with need. But then a thought blazed through her, and she turned aside, badly as she craved the thrusting of his prick. She wanted something else more, and tore her mouth free to begin it.
"Darling--" Chuck's voice was puzzled, and his hands dropped reluctantly from her tits as she slid down, moved her mouth down his throat to his collar bone.
"I want to do this to you," she said thickly. "Do the same thing you did to me yesterday--eat you. I want to eat your cock, lover. But I've never done it before--not to my own husband, not to anyone--so if I make mistakes, you'll have to tell me what I'm doing wrong."
Now she was slipping her mouth into the hairs of his chest, drawing a trail of fire with her tongue, tasting the excitement of him and feeling the rapid rise and fall of his rib cage. His nipple--she discovered his mannish little nipple and found it to be standing as stiffly as her own. Regina licked at it, and was rewarded by the sudden arching and twisting of his body.
Using both hands on him, urging him onto his back across the bed, Regina was on top then, biting gently at his nipple, worrying first one, then the other, before dipping her gasping mouth down the center of his chest to the trembling of his belly.
Nuzzling into the line of hairs, she touched the end of her tongue into the indentation of his tummy, and when Chuck squirmed, pushed wetly into his bellybutton as he had done to her before. Regina thrilled as he did, reacted in almost the same way when he shuddered and bucked.
Her hands were on his hips, sliding down to fasten their thumbs into the joining of his thighs. Up very close like that, the head of his prick seemed enormous, and she stared entranced at the glisten of pre-seminal fluid upon its blunt tip. Dare she taste that?
She did, with a swift flicking of her tongue that drew the droplet of precious liquid back into her mouth. Regina tasted the slippery fluid and found it good, so good that her lips moved out and down of their own accord, to kiss that pulsing knob. And the kiss was preliminary to the open-mouthed adoration. She didn't realize that she had the head of Chuck's prick in her mouth until it was sliding over the rolling of her tongue.
One hand hefted his balls; one set of fingers caressed the veined shaft of his cock, and Regina went farther down, so that the head of his rod slipped over the roof of her mouth and reached into the fevered cup of her throat.
Hungrily, she licked at his prick, laved the knob with her darting tongue, sucked on it until her cheeks dipped in, used her tongue to push into the little slot. Chuck groaned and reached out to fasten his fingers into her hair.
"Oh darling, darling!" His voice was strained and his crotch lifted to her as his prick made gentle thrusts into her suctioning mouth. "Oh, Regina--you're just perfect! So hot and wet--suck me, darling. Eat my prick--eat me!"
"Ummm!" she murmured around his flexing cockhead, and redoubled her efforts, loving the way his belly hiked and the way his ass drew taut when he stroked into her face. She had a man's prick in her mouth, knew the feel of its head bumping against the back of her throat, knew the marvelous, inimitable closeness of oral love.
Sliding her mouth up and down on his throbbing cock, she ate him, pushed and pulled and sucked, licked and nibbled and pumped, adoring the taste and feel of it all, wishing madly that she could get every inch of him in her mouth. She wanted to draw all of him down her throat, head and shaft and balls, so she could truly devour him.
"R-Regina!" he gasped. "I--I'm coming, darling--coming!"
Blindly, passionately, she sucked harder, clenching the hairy root of his prick and almost gagging on the hot flesh that reached so far into her throat. She felt him stiffen out, knew the swelling of his cockhead, and moaned in sheer delight as she realized what was happening. Chuck Baker was about to ejaculate into her mouth, let go his load of semen into her throat. And she wanted that, wanted it insanely.
Boiling, bubbling, his come exploded into her mouth, flung itself against the velvet cavity of her gasping throat, all sticky and slippery, all thick and creamy.
Regina swallowed the oysterlike fluid, gulped down the hot spurts that continued to burst forth from the head of his prick in lessening jets. The stuff flooded her month, oily over her teeth and greasy upon her tongue; it slid butterlike down her throat and into her stomach, where she would truly digest this vital, living part of him. A part of Chuck Baker would remain with her forever, absorbed into her flesh, eternally surrounded by her.
Ah, how she adored the slippery, salt-sweet taste of his come, the caress of his cockhead deep within her mouth. She bathed the slowly shrinking head with her still avid tongue and continued to suck tenderly upon it, trying to urge yet more of the man juice from it.
Sighing, Chuck lowered his crotch, and she followed it down, playing with his hairy balls, fondling the root of his prick. They lay quietly for a while, and she slipped her hands palm-up beneath the cheeks of his ass, wanting to keep him fed into her mouth, wanting to lift him so she could get one more sweet, stiff inch of his fabulous prick deeper into her throat.
"Regina," he murmured, stroking her hair. "Dear Regina--nobody has to teach you anything about eating a cock. You're born to it, and I don't know why you never did it to Bill."
Slowly, she lifted her face, drew her lips lingeringly along the shaft of his pole, gave it a final lick of her tongue, and sat up so she could look at him. "I never had the nerve to try, and my husband never wanted me to."
Chuck said, "I can't believe that old Bill is that uptight about oral sex; maybe he just doesn't know anything about it. You didn't--before yesterday--and you're for it."
"Yes," she whispered, "oh yes, yes," and saw with something like dismay that she had done perhaps too good a job upon him, because his prick was softening, drooping a little to one side.
He said, "When I saw you up here, I just couldn't stay away. I had to have you again, darling; you're in my blood now. But I didn't expect you to drain me so quickly, so I can't fuck you right away. I can eat you again, though--and I will. Come here, Regina; just straddle my body and slide up onto my face, then just sit right down on my mouth. I'll devour you, darling."
Tingling all over, her skin gone tight and prickly, she did as he said, placing one knee on each side of his body and moving bit by bit up to where she was poised above his upturned face. She looked down and saw him staring up into her dewy crotch, saw the expectant dampness of his mouth, and a deep shiver racked her body. It was so thrilling, just to be here with him, naked and sensuous and not really giving a damn about taboos.
Lowering herself gently, she felt his hands slide up and take hold of the cheeks of her ass, knew his tender fondling there. She flinched when his breath stirred into the humid pubic hairs, and jerked a little when his tongue reached up to dip swiftly into and along her trembling pussy lips.
He might be smothered, she thought, and was happy she wasn't heavily built, that she was willowy and slim in most of the right places.
His mouth blazed against her labia then, and she forgot everything else, swaying like a wind-blown reed and trying to keep some sort of balance. He lapped into her pussy, delved deeply into her cunt, and she lost the struggle to remain upright. Weakened, her head whirling, Regina leaned back and back, her hands seeking blindly for some kind of support. She found it upon his hips, and clung there as her crotch rolled and heaved.
She heard him groan and felt the vibrations within her vagina. He ate into her cunt then, chewing and using his tongue as well as his lips. Chuck pulled her labia into his teeth, only to push them back out with his powerful tongue; then he sucked hard upon her pussy, and she seemed to turn inside out. It was so stimulating, so penetrating that she could only flow with the maddened emotions.
Rocking back and forth upon his face, Regina also swung her ass in slow gyrations, rubbing her cunt all over his open mouth, smearing her warm juices over his chin and his cheeks, knowing the feel of his nose like another tongue, or another cock. She was fucking his mouth, screwing his face, and she loved the sensation of being in control, of being the one in command.
Her lover ate into her cunt, sucked her, gulped her liquids as she flowed heavily down upon his siphoning mouth. She felt the rapture climbing up her calves, sliding through her tensed thighs, and hunched her pussy violently upon his teeth. He had her clit then, pulling at it, drawing it into his bite.
"I'm coming, Chuck," she announced throatily, swinging her crotch in circles, wiping her cunt into his mouth, her clit throbbing so savagely that it was threatening to explode. "Oh Chuck, my darling, my lover, my horny, sweet man! I'm coming, COMING!"
She let it go then, rode with the smashing waves of hot joy that broke inside her vagina. Her tits swelled and she dug her fingers into his hips as her thighs clenched on his face. Regina's clitoris thrummed and expanded, and the tremendous orgasm thundered throughout her body, splashed brilliant streaks of hot light in the corners of her soul.
Her upper body rose of its own volition, swung up and over and her head dropped, so that her long blonde hair purled down free and golden. She couldn't stop; it was as if the bones had melted and run out of her some way, and she was limp inside and out. Over she went, and over some more, until her hard-nippled tits brushed the bedspread. Then Regina rolled to the left, his head still trapped between her thighs, and curled her legs over his shoulders.
She died. She reached paradise as a houri and had jasmine rubbed into her skin.
Starry-eyed, she looked out over her new kingdom, and saw the flutter of something at the far portal. She blinked and her lover stirred his mouth against her cunt. Not the portal, but a window--a window across the alleyway, where a face was pressed against the screen and staring intently at them wrapped nakedly here upon the bed!
CHAPTER THREE
Regina cowered in the bathroom while her lover snatched at discarded clothing and got the hell out of the house. She waited for what seemed an eternity, clutching her robe about a body that had suddenly turned shameful.
Someone in Chuck's family had seen them eating each other; somebody in the other house had stared at them while they made oral love, as they writhed naked and panting upon her son's bed. Someone had watched them, but who?
Had it been Stella Baker? Regina drew her robe closer, feeling chilled. Chuck's wife could have been the one staring through that screen, sickened and upset. And damn it--Regina really liked Stella; they'd been close friends for years, sharing confidences and gossip. But not sharing the news that Regina was screwing Stella's husband.
Maybe it hadn't been Chuck's wife. It could have been his son Carey, just turned sixteen but already quite an attractive young man.
Or possibly the watching face belonged to Judy Baker, who improved upon her father's reddish hair and had copied his green eyes. Judy was fifteen, and a doll-like beauty in her own right.
Three other Bakers; three possibilities, and Regina didn't really want to think about any of them. How could she face Stella? What would the kids think of her--and of their father?
She slunk from the bathroom and hurried to her own bedroom, doubly thankful that her husband and kids were out of the house. Mind in a whirl, she flung herself across the bed and bit into her pillow to keep from crying. It was all so awful now, so mixed up and terrible. She wanted to fuck her lover, needed badly to be fucked by him, eaten by him. And now she had known a new experience, that of going down on a man's prick and swallowing his semen. She simply couldn't turn herself back into the sexually bored kind of drab housewife she had been steadily turning into.
But neither did she want her new sex life exposed, held up to scorn and ridicule. Maybe Stella and the Baker kids would hate her, sever all relations with her; maybe Stella would even go so far as to ask for a divorce.
No, she thought, oh no! For the same thing could happen to her, if the witness in the other house told the story to her own husband. Facing Bill would be very difficult, especially when she would have to admit that she had sucked another man's cock, an act that Bill had never approved of.
Clenching her fingers into the pillow, she squeezed her eyes tightly shut and tried to make all the unpleasantness go away. But of course it didn't, and she had finally nerved herself to sitting up when she heard the footsteps in the hall.
Was it Chuck, come swiftly back to tell her who had seen them? Not so soon, she thought, and rubbed the back of her fingers across her lashes to hide any wayward tears.
The boy came quickly through the door and kicked it shut behind him. He stood there, every muscle in his body tensed, breathing hard as he stared at her.
Carey Baker--and she couldn't hold his eyes; her own eyes slid away and she made fists in her lap. So it had been Chuck's son at the window, and here he was to hurl the accusation in her face, here to call her bitch and home wrecker and all the vile things his young mind could conceive.
He said, "I saw you and my father. I saw what you were doing with him."
Regina's voice sounded thin and squeaky: "Yes, but Carey--please listen and don't blame me, don't blame us too much--"
Moving toward the bed, toward her, he said, "You were riding his face, but only after you gave him a head job."
"Carey," she said, "that sounds so--so raw. It wasn't--it isn't like that at all."
He was beside her, standing too near, towering over her although he was slim and very, very young. But Regina's eyes widened as she saw the telltale bulge in his tight jeans, the swelling that announced his passion as his cock bulged against the material. She could only stare puzzled at the boy's rod, unable to comprehend the meaning of it all.
Until Carey made it clear by saying, "Mrs. Abbott, my father didn't see who it was. I ducked out of the house and around back before he could find me. But you know and I know, and if you don't want anybody else to know--my mother, your husband--then you'll have to do exactly as I say."
Her mouth worked, but strange sounds came out, nothing that was words, and Carey repeated his threat. "I'll fink on you, if you don't take me on, too. I--Mrs. Abbott, I've been horny for you for years, watching the way that crazy ass moves under your skirts, seeing the way your fine tits bob up and down, and when we all go swimming together, I go out of my head seeing all that bare skin."
She said at last, "C-Carey--I don't--look, you're just a boy, younger than my own son, and I--"
"You have to," he said, that hard bulge in his jeans only inches from her face now. "You have to fuck me, or I'll tell on you and my father. You don't want that, Mrs. Abbott."
"No," she agreed, "no, I don't want that."
He pushed forward on her, eager beyond control, and lost balance so that they rolled together on the bed. Regina felt her robe fly open, felt the brush of her bare thigh against the boy's leg.
Carey ripped at his clothes, kicked and wiggled and tried to hold onto her at the same time. She wasn't really resisting, though; she was far too stunned for putting up a fight. And the boy had the power over her; he could tear up two marriages by reporting what he'd witnessed. But Carey--Chuck's son?
Squirming, panting, he was naked then, and his skin was smoothly warm; he had his mother's coloring, an olive skin and dark eyes, and she felt the anxious prodding of his slim prick.
It was hot against her bare skin, against the tenseness of her skin, and Regina flinched at the touch. He was just a boy, and so young--so very young.
"You have to screw me," he said. "Don't forget, you have to; it doesn't make any difference that I never fucked before. You can't laugh at me because I'm a cherry, because you have to screw me."
A virgin, she thought; a boy virgin desperate for his first sexual experience, needing a woman in the particularly intense way novel to those upon the threshold of discovery. Carey was a cherry, and he wanted to have her for his first piece of ass, needed her so feverishly that he'd resort to blackmail to have her. That was sweet, she thought, and felt wiser, far more experienced.
"Here, Carey," she said, softly. "You like my tits--here, kiss them."
He was laying half atop her, and his head darted eagerly down at the breasts she exposed for him, dipped hungrily to press his lips against the tender flesh. Once he found the erectile nipple, Carey pulled it avidly into his mouth and worked it over with his hot, wet tongue. Then he settled down to sucking on it, while kneading both her sensitive mounds with his hands.
So sweet and innocent, she thought, so young and anxious to taste everything sensuous, to know and to be all. She stroked his hair and found that her hips were making movements. Running one hand down the smoothness of his back and around to his flank, Regina slid her fingers to find the stiff and throbbing length of his prick. It was very hard, not nearly so thick or long as his father's cock, but a lovely prick, too.
For one startled moment, Regina thought how terrible it was for her to be comparing cocks, especially those of father and son. But she had compared Chuck Baker's rod with that of her husband, and now she was about to totally feel the difference, if there was any, in Carey's vibrant prick.
She was taking another lover, just about to fuck a boy who was younger than her own son, and instead of being repelled, instead of being horrified by the event, Regina was excited. She squeezed the boy's cock and he responded with a moan around the nipple of her tit. Better not play with him too much, she decided; he would probably go off in her hand, and she didn't want all that thrilling stuff wasted.
Gently then, she urged his quivering body up on her own, being the teacher, doing the guiding for his first real act of love. She found herself shuddering in anticipation, all other considerations fleeing her mind. Of course, there had been fleeting thoughts about where she was, about the possibility of someone discovering her with the boy. But since she really had no control over the situation, she accepted the dangers.
As she was accepting the poking of the boy's cock. Regina helped him with it, used gentle fingers to steer the impatient head of his prick into the softly receiving lips of her pussy.
Carey gave a strong hunch and buried his cock in her, shoved it home with one long and driving stroke that brought his balls into the crack of her ass. She gasped as the hardness made itself felt throughout her cunt. Her clitoris quivered with delight as the meaty staff slid over it, and Regina bent her knees then, lifted them so that she could spread her thighs better, so that she could take this delicious young boy into the hot, wet gripping of her vagina.
She was jolted by the feel of him inside her, shocked by the fresh young savagery of the boy. But it was good, very good, and a new excitement raced in her flesh. Carey slammed his shaft deep, drew it back immediately and pounded it to the root once again. He knew only that he had to fuck her hard and fast, and she couldn't stop him now, even if she had wanted to. She met his thrusts, ground her hairy crotch into his and rode the strokes of his inexperienced cock, knowing that this first time couldn't last, realizing that he would very soon explode his virginal load of semen into her suctioning hole.
It was too quick for her, and she wouldn't reach her own orgasm--yet; but this boy was young and strong, and he would be ready to fuck again, almost immediately. Regina would see to that.
He was panting hard now, gasping as he fed his strong slim prick into her excited pussy, and she reached around to take the hard cheeks of his sleek ass in her hands, helping him to ram it into her body.
"M-Mrs. Abbott--oh, uhh! I'm going to do it, Mrs. Abbott! I'm going to shoot off inside your pussy, let go right in your fabulous pussy! Here it comes--oohhh! I'm coming, Mrs. Abbott--I'm coming in you!"
She clutched the cheeks of his boyish ass and felt them contract; she also felt the upward leap of his balls as the semen hurtled from them. Grabbing desperately for his lips with her hungry mouth, Regina thrust her tongue deep into his mouth as his cock gave a final stabbing movement.
Then the beautiful rush of fluids geysered deep into her receptive vagina, packed itself thick and creamily against the pulsing of her womb. His first load, she thought; the boy's first ejaculation into a cunt, and she was on the receiving end of the exquisite showering. Foamy and torrid, the liquid roared through her pussy, bathing the flexing walls of her vagina with hot juices. It was lovely for her, enchanted as the sensation was for him, and Regina was ecstatic that she had shared this scintillating moment with the boy.
He tore his mouth sobbing from hers, and his hands bit into her taut breasts. "Oh, Mrs. Abbott--I love you, love you!"
"And I love you, Carey," she said, drifting her fingertips into the crack of his ass, feeling the little tight ring there, making him flinch forward an impossible inch to reach into the greasy confines of her filled pussy. "Just hold on, darling, and we'll fuck some more."
His prick remained stiff inside her snatch, but the rest of his body went limp, temporarily drained of strength by the tremendous release of him come. His lips were against her throat now, and he whispered, "I'm not sorry I made you screw me, beautiful Mrs. Abbott. You'd never have done it any other way, and I'm glad I saw you and my father going down on each other."
She stroked the cheeks of his ass, rolled her hips slightly so that his thoroughly slippery prick would work around inside the clenching of her cunt muscles. The thicker base of his stiff cock passed over her aching, swollen clit. Regina said, "I'm glad, too, darling. It's wonderful, having your little-boy prick in my cunt. I never fucked anyone but my own husband until your daddy and I screwed. And now I've been fucked by you."
He kept his face hidden in her neck, but his hands were straying over her willing body, feeling, caressing, touching her hips and the inner softness of her belly at the connections of her thighs. "Can I screw as good as them? As good as my father and your husband?"
"Of course," she comforted him. "You're young and strong and very eager. The size of a man's cock doesn't have much to do with how much enjoyment a women gets, darling. Just so long as you use it well--and you do. Feel around inside my cunt with that sweet cock, Carey; isn't it hot and juicy? It's all slidy and greasy with your come, darling."
"It feels terrific," he said, touching the tip of his tongue to her throat, moving his seeking hands between their bellies to finger tenderly among her curling pubic hairs. "Is it okay to just keep screwing, to do it again, without even taking out my prick?"
She hiked her ass, moved her crotch so that his fingers were dipping into the upper edge of her labia, feeling into the hood where her inflamed clit stood throbbing. "Feel deeper, baby," she breathed huskily. "And move your cock in me. There--oh, there! Yes, that's right, my lovely boy with the hard prick--that's so right! Feel into my cunt and fuck me at the same time--oohh! OH!"
His ass backed off, moved forward, and as he fingered into her wet, steaming cavity, Carey Baker was fucking again, sliding his well-oiled young prick steadily into her overheated pussy. Regina lifted her legs and crossed them over back clamped this marvelous smooth body between her legs and fucked him back, grinding her crotch in sharp circles, bumping him with her furred pelvic bone. His prick was thrilling within her saturated cunt, stimulating her clitoris and making her gasp with raw delight at every thrust.
Sweet and hot, strong and hungry, Carey screwed her bouncing onto the mattress, rattling the bed against the wall as he shoved it home in a quickening rhythm that was bringing her swiftly to her delayed climax,. Regina held off coming as long as she could, reveling in the act of fucking itself and wanting it never to end.
But the provocative stroking of his cock was too much for her, and the splendid feeling poured over her clitoris, radiating from that seat of passion to burn every tiny bit of her pussy. She wiggled and humped, rotating her cunt on the goodness of his hammering prick, trying to make her muscles bite down on the shaft, clamping hard upon the spongy head of it.
She forgot herself and bit the boy, nipped him with her teeth and he flinched, but didn't break the pace of his fucking. Digging her fingernails into the cheeks of his ass, Regina urged him deeper and harder into her juicy cunt, squeezing him with her legs and arms.
Head rolling, eyes gone blind with rapture, she moaned it at him: "Oh Carey, lover! Oh you sweet young boy! Fuck me, fuck me! Ram that wonderful prick up my pussy and fuck me until I can't breathe, until I pass out."
He grunted his answer, responded by ramrodding his cock like a runaway piston, feeding it into her twisting pussy until the mad waves of ecstasy dimmed for her, but only faintly. For then his screwing her wet, sizzling cunt brought him back to the climax he'd had in there before.
With his own semen turning buttery around his plunging shaft, with his own come and her lubricants turning to beaten froth in the intensity of his efforts, Carey Baker came again. This second eruption was only a little smaller than the first, Regina thought, and luxuriated in the spurting of the slippery jelly as it overflowed her palpitating cunt.
CHAPTER FOUR
She cooked a terrific dinner, working very hard at the preparation in order to keep her mind away from what she had been doing the rest of the day--sharing oral sex with Chuck Baker, and being fucked by his young son.
It was difficult maintaining normal discussions with her own husband, but Regina managed by keeping everything on the level of food and kids and what they were going to do for the rest of the summer.
From time to time, as she bustled about the kitchen, Regina cast sidelong glances at her husband, feeling a stranger to him for the first time in many years. He was still a good-looking man, tall and fair, with deep brown eyes and chocolate brown hair. Bill was only 38, and she wondered why he had cooled toward her sexually.
Was it the burden of habit, a too well-known set of responses that had turned into boredom? Probably, she thought; it wasn't that she didn't love Bill any more; it was that with Chuck, there was the flaming excitement of newness, of romance.
Bill might even feel the same way, with some other woman. With Stella, then; Regina set the table and thought about using Stella to divert her husband. It would ease the pressure all the way around, make Stella not so watchful over Chuck and probably prevent her from discovering the other liaison between her son and Regina.
Bill said, "You're looking great, baby."
She almost jumped, but fought her tensed body into stillness. "Thank you, Bill."
He came close to her. "It's not a new hairdo, and even though that dress looks great on you, it's not new, either. I can't figure just what it is about you, but I'd swear you look years younger--and sexier, too."
She manufactured a quick smile for him, brushed by to arrange the table setting. "Oh? It's nice of you to notice."
This was something she hadn't even taken into consideration, the fact that her husband might suddenly turn sensuous and want her again. How could she screw Bill, without thinking of those torrid sessions with his best friend--and with that horny sixteen-year-old boy?
Lifting her voice to forestall any other advances by Bill, she called out: "Come and get it, kids! Dinner's ready."
She thought she read disappointment in his eyes as she rushed back into the kitchen, but there had also been a heightening of interest. Regina sensed that she would have to steel herself to being laid by her own husband this evening, although the marks of her other fuckings that day hadn't had time to wear away yet.
Their kids saved her from further introspection, bouncing in to the table and kidding each other the way they usually did. Serving the steak, Regina looked over her children, seeing them with newly speculative eyes, since her sweaty coupling with one of their contemporaries.
There was Dale, seventeen years old with a beautiful tan that set off his blond hair and green eyes. He was nearly as tall as his father, but slimmer, with that arrogant slouch of the young male. Did her son have hot eyes for some older married woman, like Carey Baker had? Would her own son blackmail that woman into sexual relations with him, as Carey had?
No, Regina thought, shaking her head as she brought out the baked potatoes and trimmings of sour cream and the like. Dale wouldn't go so far; he was still just a kid--but older than Carey. He must have some of the same powerful sex pressures within him, then. She bit her lip and refused to think any more along that line, because the image that came to mind was one of her golden boy in a leggy tangle with none other than Stella Baker.
Then there was her daughter Monica, only sixteen, but already a raving beauty with dark honey hair and liquid brown eyes, a tall, lithe girl fond of swimming and sports. Could Monica possibly have some of the same ideas about screwing, or could she already be getting laid by one of her boyfriends?
Regina glanced at the pert breasts lifting against the thin, almost see-through blouse her daughter wore, and wondered. But that was a terrible thing to think. Just because she had been fucking two different lovers was no cause to blame her children for things they hadn't done.
Or had they?
Somehow, she got through the dinner, accepting their compliments on the cooking, and somehow she ate dessert and smiled when the kids cleared the table and stuffed the dishwasher for her. But her mind was leaping here and there like a terrified rabbit, reliving her recent sins and wondering how she was going to handle the upcoming screwing with Bill.
He barely gave the heavy dinner time to digest before making his first move. The kids had been gone for an hour then, and Regina had desperately changed channels on TV and gone to the bathroom and everything else to keep him from getting seriously passionate. But he wasn't to be put off any longer, and she didn't really want to avoid screwing him. That might make him suspicious, since she had always been responsive to his needs.
So when he reached for her, she sank onto the couch with him, sliding her arms around his waist and turning her face for his kiss. His tongue lightly touched hers, and she surprised herself by the violent answer she gave it.
"Hey," Bill said, "something has really turned you on. Like I said earlier, you look different, act different. And I'm not knocking it, baby."
She kissed him again, before he could ask any questions or come to any conclusions. Having sex with other men had brightened her, made her more receptive, warmer and softer. Now if she could only fuck him well, without feeling guilty--
Her hand was moving of its own accord, delving into his pants and bringing out the familiar prick with its knobby head. It felt hard and eager on her fingers, and she drew her nails along the bottom of his shaft, scratching gently into the hair that thickly surrounded his balls.
Sighing, Bill cupped her tits in both hands while she played with his cock, and she knew a twinge of frustration as they were falling into the same old pattern. Deliberately breaking it, she suddenly leaped up and whipped her dress over her head. Following with bra and panties, she was naked in a moment, and Bill stared at her, disconcerted.
"Regina--what if the kids come home early?"
She was back beside him with one flowing movement, tugging at his pants and urging them off. "They won't--but if they do, that's too damned bad."
"Look, baby--we can go on upstairs as we always do--"
"No," she said sharply. "We're not going to do anything the way we always do. There are no rules to screwing, nothing that says we have to do it this way or that way. I'm pretty damned tired of all that, Bill."
He could only stare at her as she pulled down his pants, but he lifted
his ass so she could work his shorts over his legs. "What's gotten into
you, Regina? I thought we were kind of happy; slowing down some, of
course, like all old married couples, but--"
"I'm not old," she said, and pushed him back upon the couch, a little amazed at her own temerity, but also tasting the heady wine of a new power. "And anything I want to do with you or to you is right, Bill. Do you understand that--right?"
He lay back as her face approached his belly-button. "I-I don't know."
She'd gone this far, and the pushing was doing something to her, besides blotting out any sense of guilt she might be carrying. Maybe she'd make her husband angry, or upset him so much that he'd reject her, but that was a chance she was simply going to have to take. Regina kissed his belly and ran the tip of her hotly questing tongue down the line of crisp hair to his navel.
"Regina! What the hell are you--"
Paying no heed to the shock in his voice, nor to the reaching out of his hands for her head, she licked swiftly down to his pelvis, and when Bill jerked at the touch, wrapped her tongue around the thick base of his veined cock.
"Baby--oh baby, no! You can't--"
Cupping his balls with one hand, grasping the root of his prick with the other, she whispered fiercely, "The hell I can't!" and ran her mouth, nipping the length of his shaft. When her lips came to the purplish head, she opened them wide and fitted them cupping over it.
"Regina!" His hands tugged at her hair, but she would not let go, refused to remove the hotness of her mouth from around the head of her husband's prick. It was the first time for her to ever taste it, the first time for Bill to know an oral caress from her, and it was long past time for them both to know the pleasures.
Her tongue raced over it, dipped into the little slot, picked up a sample of his pre-seminal fluid, and she thought how silly it had been of them to avoid this through the years. She felt his fingers tighten in her hair, but he stopped trying to pull her away, and was only holding on. Regina began to suck, to draw his head deep into the back of her ready throat, as she had learned by eating another man's prick. Suck it in, push it back out with her tongue; draw it deep and lick it shallow. It was nice.
"Oh," Bill panted, "oh good lord, baby! I--we never did this before--I--you--"
She answered "Ummm," raking the head of his cock along the roof of her mouth, and along her dormant tongue. He tasted different from Chuck, but she couldn't compare the flavor of his prick with that of Carey's, because she had not yet sucked the boy. But she would, she promised herself, she certainly would. She got a special kick from making men squirm like this, and she adored the matchless intimacy of eating prick.
Her husband writhed and bucked his belly, his thighs trembling spasmodically. She clung to his balls and bobbed her head up and down on his cock, sucking and licking, pulling and pushing.
Bill gasped: "Baby--let me take it out--oh please baby! I'm going to come--I'll come in your mouth, if you don't let go!"
She hummed "Ummm!" again, and worried the flexing bulb of his prick with her teeth before applying wet suction once more. She felt the powerful rise of his semen as it came throbbing through the veins of his cock, felt the expansion of the head as the come gathered there.
"Let go, Regina!"
She only sucked harder, her long hair making a coverlet across his heaving belly. The semen couldn't be held back for another moment, and came rushing out the tip of his prick in a hot torrent. Hissing along her tongue, the come was thick and creamy, tasting strongly yet sweetly of man's essence and his love.
Bill groaned and bucked, driving the length of his cock into her mouth, bumping the head against her throat. She had been expecting that, so it didn't make her gag. But when he tried to relax, she continued to siphon him, swallowing every slippery drop of his come and licking hungrily across the head of his prick for more.
Lovingly, she nibbled his softening cock, lapping it and rolling its head around inside her mouth. When at last she allowed it to slide from her lips, she dropped her mouth beside the pulsing shaft and sucked one of his balls.
His hands shuddered upon her head, then one of them slipped down to stroke her cheek, to finger adoringly over an eyebrow. She had him, Regina thought happily; she had shocked her husband and stunned him beyond anything that had ever happened to him before, but she had also captured him in a stronger web of flesh and lust than that which had held them together in the past.
"Oh baby," he said softly, wonderingly, "that was great."
"You can do it to me now," she said. "Make it great for me, too."
As she crawled up his body, kissing first his rib cage, then the tautness of his nipples, she could sense his withdrawal, his reluctance to go down on her in turn.
Bill said, as she was biting tenderly at his throat. "I never did that, Regina; you know I never did that."
She told a white lie: "I didn't, either. But you liked it, didn't you?"
"Yes," he admitted. "I--it was so different, like nothing that ever happened to me. And because you were doing it for me, it was better.
But I don't know if I can--I mean, my mouth on you like that--"
She kissed his lips, and knew that he did not realize he was getting a taste of his own semen. Tonguing him lightly, prompted by her newfound sexual freedom, Regina said, "Sure you can, and you will." Then she kept right on going up his body, rubbing the dewy hairiness of her pussy lips up his belly, then across his chest.
Her thighs held his head pinned into position, and she stared down at his mouth, at his chin only inches from the eager wetness of her mound. "Love my pussy, Bill; use your mouth to love my pussy, as you've used your prick so often. Make me squeal and wiggle, darling; make me come."
His hands were on her thighs, trembling a little, and he tentatively kissed the inner surface of her thighs, his breath stirring into her pubic hairs.
"I don't know how," he said, but no longer shocked, no longer repelled.
"But if you'll tell me what to do--"
That was what young Carey said: tell me what to do; show me how to fuck you, Mrs. Abbott. And his father had already known how, all she had needed with Chuck was the opportunity. Now she had to teach her own husband the things one of her lovers had shown her, and that was all right, too.
"Just lick me," she said, pushing the curly bronzed hairs of her cunt closer to him, lifting her ass slightly from his upper chest. "Lick my pussy lips as if you're a little puppydog. And when you're ready, shove your tongue right on inside me. You know where the clit is, darling-- that's where you do most of your eating."
With that instruction, Regina pushed her cunt right into his face, brought it down to cover most of his face with her crotch. She placed her hands on top of his head to brace herself, and felt the hot lapping of his tongue as he followed her directions. When her husband shoved into her labia, spreading them with the thickness of his tongue, she shivered. It was a wild feeling, to have him eating into her snatch for the first time, after all the years they had been married, after all the fuckings they had shared, without oral love.
"Eat it," she said breathlessly, "oh Bill, my darling--eat my cunt!
Bite into it, lick it, suck it. Oh yes, suck my pussy, Bill!"
His fingers dug into her thighs as he did exactly that, drawing her cunt lips into his mouth, pulling in the soft inner membranes and applying pressure to them. His tongue darted hotly in and out, caressing the intense feeling of her clitoris. Bill got the knack of bringing out the little nubbin, and when he got his teeth around it, she hunched violently against his mouth, rolling her ass and feeding him her pussy.
"Chew me up and swallow me!" she ordered, pressing on his head to force his gasping mouth ever deeper into her inflamed cunt. "Eat my pussy, Bill--suck me and gobble me--oohh! Oh, darling--that's so good--so good!"
He was into it now, burrowing his nose and mouth into her undulating cunt, running his tongue full length and sucking the clit into his teeth. She rode his head, fucked his face and clamped it between her knees, put pressure upon it with her thighs, being the bitch goddess, the masterful cunt. And her husband loved it, luxuriated in her dominance, gulped and ate her cunt for all he was worth.
She couldn't hold it back, nor did she try. Moaning and shaking, Regina gripped his head and pumped her pussy savagely over his mouth, wetting his chin and his cheeks, grinding and humping as the orgasm built to magnificent proportions within her body.
He growled into her flexing cunt, bit deep and drew madly upon her vagina as she pounded her crotch upon his face. White hot stars shot across her eyes, and a rapture so keen as to be almost a pain, broke within her pussy. Her thighs quivered, and she knew again the compression of her asshole, the streaming flow of her inner juices. She came, and she came, and for a few crazy seconds thought that perhaps she would come forever.
Bonelessly, she slipped from his greasy face and melted beside him, sliding down his heaving chest to press her tits there, to blend her well-sucked pussy into the new hardness of his revitalized cock.
"Oh Bill, Bill," she breathed against his ear. "That was so wonderful for me."
"For me, too," he admitted. "Never thought I'd enjoy eating a woman's cunt, but I did. Makes us seem a lot closer, doesn't it?"
"Yes, darling." Even as she answered, she was wiggling nearer, rubbing the juicy dripping of her labia over the swollen shaft of his prick. "It makes me so hot I can hardly stand it. I'm ready to go again-- aren't you?"
And without waiting for his answer, she took his prick in one hand and guided the spongy head of it into the oily lips of her cunt. A twist and a hunch, and the hard shaft pushed deeply into the wet velvet of her vagina, where it thrilled her turned-on pussy.
Slowly and eagerly, she fucked him, or rather, they fucked together, reveling in the easy screwing, in the wetly lubricated inner surfaces of her cunt, in the manly stiffness of his prick. They moved together with the long familiarity of people who had repeated the selfsame act a thousand times or more, and the tender fitting of cock into pussy was good.
But, Regina thought, it wasn't really the same as always, for a new life stirred within her vagina, and a new hardness enlivened his cock. She had aroused them both to fever pitch by first going down on him, then practically forcing him to eat her in turn.
There was a new awareness of themselves as individuals, a difference to their lovemaking now. He seemed to treat her body with respect that bordered upon awe, his fingers stroking over the cheeks of her ass, his mouth tucked now into the musky valley between her tits.
And she found she was enjoying him much more, that her introduction to oral sex had brightened all her senses, made them sharper. Maybe her affairs with the Bakers, father and son, had ripened her body, made it hotter and wetter and more giving, therefore more capable of receiving love.
Grinding slowly with her husband, feeling his prick reach around in the clinging confines of her pussy, Regina wondered briefly what Bill would do, how he would react, if she suddenly announced that she had fucked the Bakers, that she had eaten Chuck's prick and swallowed his semen.
He would be jolted to his wisdom teeth, she thought; he might even turn to her, beat the hell out of her. And quite possibly she would deserve it--not for the fucking itself, nor the exchanges of mouth upon cunt and mouth upon cock--but for blurting out information like that.
It was possible that she might never be able to tell him, but she couldn't help wondering how long she would be able to keep her secret from her husband. And from her kids, and from the other Bakers who weren't yet in on it--Stella and Judy.
She moved with him, grinding her pelvis into his, riding the long, lingering thrusts of his prick, enjoying to the fullest the sensuous feelings of fucking. Bill fondled her ass and kissed her neck, licking along to find her ear and wiggling the tip of his tongue into it. She quaked violently, and her cunt bucked on his prick.
"Fuck me long and fuck me deep, lover," she whispered, realizing that she had never spoken so openly to him before. She also realized that she would never be able to stop screwing Chuck Baker, and even if she tried to put him off, young Carey would be back for more ass. She'd have to do something, and pretty soon, maybe convince Bill he should go on a long vacation alone, but that would still leave her kids in the house.
"Take this cock, baby," Bill said. "Ride it because you love it, you hot-cunted bitch."
She was that, she thought, beginning to gyrate wildly upon his cock-- she was certainly a hot-cunted bitch, and she meant to stay that way.
CHAPTER FIVE
She was trapped in the garage, ambushed there as she was starting to get into the car. He came out of the shadows swiftly, and before she could do more than gasp, was in the seat beside her.
"Carey! What--"
He threw an arm around her neck and pulled her face to his. His lips were warm, his tongue a fiercely demanding probe, both wet and hurried. Her tits came against his hard young chest, and even though she struggled to push him away, the nipples lifted in anticipation.
"Carey--what's the matter? Everyone's home now, and we can't--"
"We have to," he whispered. "I can't stand it any longer, Mrs. Abbott;
I have to fuck you again, right away, or go out of my head."
"But not here, Carey--we can't--somebody might come into the garage at
any moment, and--"
His hands were at her breasts, fondling and squeezing, and he was pushing the slim stiffness of his rock-hard prick against her thigh. Despite herself and the logic that said she should try to convince the boy to leave right away, Regina was aroused by the desperation of his need, the boyish urgency that could not be without her.
It was wonderful to be wanted and needed this badly, that he would face the chance of discovery rather than do without screwing her for another minute.
His hands moved from her breasts to her thighs, and one thrust hungrily between them. She spread them for him, feeling a tingle in her belly as he cupped her mound, even though it was constricted behind nylon panties.
She said, "Carey, can't you wait just a little while? I'm supposed to be going shopping now."
He was nuzzling into her tits, his breath coming warm between them, penetrating the thin silk of her blouse. "No. I cant wait; I waited all night, going crazy, jacking off, even; and if I can't fuck you right here and right now, I'm going to come in my pants. Just touching you does that to me; you're so beautiful and warm and sexy."
She stroked his hair, and before she knew it, was lifting her ass so he could work the panties down over her legs. But in the car, here in the garage where anybody might pop in? It had to be, the chance had to be taken, because it was too late now for backing out, and her pussy was throbbing with damp eagerness. It was nice, to be so desired, to be so important to someone, especially to a boy as young as this and just coming into manhood.
His finger slipped into her cunt, and Regina twitched in response, her ass hiking itself and her pussy lips spreading in readiness, going all greasy and hot. She kissed him, pulling his head up and his face away from her tits to do it; she ran the length of her tongue into his mouth, trying to reach the back of his throat. He gasped and his finger worked in her pulsing cunt.
Then she pulled his tongue into her own mouth, where she sucked on it. The feeling must have freaked the boy out, for she felt him flinch and heave, felt his finger jerk within the folds of her pussy. Regretfully, she broke the kiss, but only to swing her leg up and over him.
"Pull down your jeans and open your legs," she said. "I'll lift up and straddle you; that way we can work your lovely young prick up into my cunt. I'll just sit down on it and force your meat right into me. But we'll have to fuck fast, darling. Someone could see us."
Carey Baker was too busy for talking; he was taking a grip on the smooth cheeks of her ass as she straddled his body and took hold of his cock. Guiding it deftly into the opening of her hairy slot, Regina slid downward as the head penetrated, and felt the length of his hard young shaft ease into her vagina. She came to rest tightly against his pelvis, and he hunched up at her pussy as she ground on his prick.
Her tits were against his face, and he mouthed damply at them through her blouse. But she was beyond caring about the appearances as she wiggled on his delightful cock, as she lifted her ass and drove it down again. Her fingernails dug into the boy's shoulders, and she screwed him more savagely than she had before, really fucking him hard and dirty.
Carey matched her thrusts, driving his prick up into her as she gyrated her ass and clamped down with her vaginal muscles. She was juicy inside, and his rod slid thrillingly in the oils.
He went uh-uh-uh! and she felt him stiffen out, felt the telltale expansion of the head of his prick, and hurried her own stroking to catch up with his orgasm. Carey let go in her pussy, fired out a jet stream of semen that hissed boiling against her womb and drenched the walls of her cunt.
His cock jerked and bucked, letting out the discharges, spitting one burst of come after another. Regina slithered her cunt in the greasy stuff, wiggled and squirmed, and felt her own climax bursting deep within her vagina, felt her clit flex and quiver.
"I'm coming, darling!" she said into the top of his head, into the soft hair waved darkly there. "Oh, you gorgeous boy! What a wonderful young cock--oohh, Carey! Ohh!"
It was good, tearing softly at her snatch and squirting hotly through her belly, making her thighs snap taut and her ass clench its cheeks. Carey clung to them, held her ass close as if he was afraid to ever let go.
Sighing, she realized it was up to her to break it up, or this young stud would try to fuck her all day long. Prosaic though it might be, she still had shopping to do. So she put weight upon her feet and lifted; his prick came sliding creamily out, and she knew there was semen on her mound, wetting the hairs, and drawn in a sticky trail down the inside of one thigh.
"So quick," he breathed, and she said, "Sorry."
Whipping up her panties, she blotted at her wet mound with them, let them snap into place and hoped her skirt would hide the stains. She said, "Carey, you're a doll and I love you, but you must leave now. I'll try to see you tomorrow."
"That's a long time off, and my father will probably get to you first."
She sat behind the wheel again and patted his cheek. "Pull up your jeans, darling, even though it's a shame to hide such a beautiful young prick. And don't be jealous of your own father--or of my husband, either. I have enough hot sex to go around for all of you. It's just a matter of juggling it all around and finding time for everyone, without letting at least two of them know. You and I know that we're fucking, but your father and my husband don't know. You know that I'm also screwing your daddy, but my husband doesn't know that, either. And for now, I'd like very much to keep it that way."
He adjusted his pants and tucked in his tee-shirt. "I just wish we didn't have to hide and sneak, that we could all fuck you whenever we want."
Regina said thoughtfully, "So do I, darling. It would be so much easier on us all, and it would be honest. I wonder what we can do about it."
Carey Baker got out of her car, but leaned his forearms on the window and said, "Maybe we could get my mom to go for your husband."
Regina stared at him. "Your--mother? You wouldn't mind that, knowing that your very own mother was fucking another man?"
He looked away, his cheeks turning red. "No, I guess not. The idea kind of turns me on, even. And if Mom did screw Mr. Abbott, then my father couldn't get mad about it--since he's screwing you."
"That's right," Regina said slowly. "In fact, that's a very good idea, Carey. Your mother is a beautiful woman, and I imagine that my husband has been eyeing her for some years now, but without ever getting up the nerve to lay a hand on her. Yes, I think that Bill could very easily be seduced by Stella--but she would have to take the initiative; he doesn't have the guts to start anything with her."
He said, "I guess you have to start it off. Maybe you could talk to Mom, or something."
She whistled soundlessly. "That's a big order. If Stella blows up--" but she thought of what would happen if Stella accepted the idea enthusiastically, if she took on Bill and left Regina a free field with Chuck and Carey. That was trading one for two, which wasn't a bad deal.
And if Stella Baker did raise hell and possibly make Chuck move out of the neighborhood, that wouldn't stop Regina from having dates with the Baker males. It would just make them a bit more difficult, but it would also cut down the chances of discovery by her own family.
"Darling," she said, "I'll work on it. Meanwhile, be careful as you can, and Carey--thank you for being so sweet and so horny."
She shopped in a daze, picking things from the gourmet shelves, overlying her guilts with goodies for her family. If she didn't get Bill into screwing with Stella, Regina's family would all be fat. It was funny, she thought, how she didn't feel at all jealous of her husband now that she had strayed from the marital path herself. She could picture Bill and Stella fucking away, and not get angry.
Checking out at the counter, she thought that the contrary was true, that instead of getting mad at Bill, actually seeing him screw her best girlfriend would turn Regina on. She could imagine them naked together, Bill's brown pubic hair blending with Stella's curly black pussy hair. Shivering, Regina took her grocery cart out to her car. The very idea was making her hot, even though she had been fucked only a few minutes before.
She drove home slowly, turning plans over in her mind and discarding them when she saw the holes in them. There was really no other way than to approach Stella directly, or rather, while she had a few drinks in her. Stella was always looser and easier, when she had downed a few.
That afternoon, Regina decided; she could go over and con Stella into drinking with her, make up some story of a new unhappiness or something. Then she could spring the idea of husband-swapping on her friend and see if it took.
Later on, Stella could discover that Regina had also been fucking her son. Regina pulled her car into the garage and thought: son. It was right here that she'd crawled on top of Carey Baker for that last quick but delicious screw. Would her own son be thinking about Stella like that, horny for the dreamed-of chance to get into an older woman's cunt?
Maybe Dale was just as hot to fuck something; maybe he was also a cherry, a virgin boy eager to spill a load of young semen into some experienced pussy. The idea shook her and she sat with her thighs pressed together to still a weird throbbing deep within the tissues of her mound.
Oh no, she thought; it was impossible for her to be imagining anything like screwing her own son. No way; never. That was incest of the worst sort, and she would not even consider it. She'd gotten tangled in her thinking, matching Dale with Stella; it had only been the admittedly exciting imagery of picturing him with her friend that had turned her on. She'd gotten the same excitement thinking of Stella and Bill, hadn't she?
Sliding from behind the wheel, Regina took two grocery bags and grunted into the house with them. When Dale came drifting through the kitchen to lift them from her arms, the brush of her son's hand across her arm was a physical and psychic shock.
Covering up, she said, "Thanks--and there are two more bags in the car." Not looking at him, she was very conscious of his nearness, of his young vibrant manhood.
Piling things helter skelter into the refrigerator and cupboards, Regina hurried to get out of the kitchen, out of the house, before her son somehow managed to touch her again. She was too tense for that, too involved in a maelstrom of emotional planning. Once she got the mate-trading underway, a lot of the pressure would be off her, and she could go back to thinking more or less conventionally.
Scooping up a fifth of gin on the way out, she crossed the back yard and ducked through the hedge fence that separated the Abbott and Baker properties. Rattling the kitchen doorknob, she opened the door, stuck her head in and called "Hey, anybody home? Stella?"
A voice floated from the interior of the house. "Regina? Grab a cup of coffee; I'll be there in a minute."
And after they'd had two drinks, Stella said, "What the hell is this all about, boozing it up in the daytime? Not that I mind something to break the monotony, understand; I'm bored out of my skull."
That would help, Regina thought, splashing more gin over the ice in their glasses. She'd been feeling the same way herself, until this woman's husband had begun an affair with her. She looked at Stella now, and knew that they had shared the same prick. It gave her a peculiar feeling, sitting close to her best friend and wondering how to start the conversation that would lead to better things for them both.
"I know what it's like to be bored and lonely," she said. "I guess it
happens to all marriages sooner or later. I mean, we love our husbands, but it's the boring routine--"
Stella sipped her drink. "And the lack of boring, when there should be, if you know what I mean. Or maybe women are just more sexed than men?"
Regina smiled, thinking of Chuck's eagerness for a new pussy and the strength, the power of his fucking. She looked closely at Stella and saw the beauty of her friend, the small loveliness of body and face, the olive skin and the midnight black hair that curled appealingly in a shag.
Bill would go out of his mind with this gorgeous little woman stripped and waiting open-legged for him on a bed. Regina leaned over and poured more gin. "Stella--what would you say if I told you I'm having an affair?"
Stella blinked dark eyes at her. "I'd say wow! And that I envy you for having the nerve. Who is it, Regina? Do I know him?"
Regina nodded. "You know him very well. But I don't know if I have the nerve to tell you who he is. I mean--look, Stella--I never want to lose your friendship; I love you, and--oh hell. This is even more difficult than I thought it would be." She gulped her drink and made a face. She was feeling the gin now, knowing its warmth, and it was giving her courage to continue. Taking a deep breath; she said: "How would you like to swing with another man, too?"
"I'd like it fine," Stella said without hesitation. "but there's always
a hang-up. With me, it's the fear that word will get back to Chuck. I
don't want to lose him, but I do feel a need for romance, and if I was
certain that the guy would be discreet and tender and wouldn't open his
big mouth--"
"I'm sure this one wouldn't spread gossip around," Regina said. "The only trick is to seduce him, and you can sure as hell do that, if you put that fabulous little body to work on him."
Stella lifted a dark eyebrow. "You're serious, aren't you? And just who is this paragon of discretion you want me to seduce?"
Regina said it quickly: "Bill."
"W-who?" Ice rattled in Stella's glass.
"Bill, my husband. He's been staring at you for years."
Stella downed her drink swiftly. "I--Regina, I don't understand--"
Regina took the plunge. "It's really a matter of trading, since the affair I'm having is with Chuck."
Stella stared, and the silence drew taut. Then she said, "Well--I'll be damned! So, that's where his energy's been going. Chuck and you; I should have known it would happen sometime. But you--him--"
"He's a great lover," Regina said. "With me, anyway. And I'm sure Bill will be rejuvenated with you. You'll be very good for each other."
Stella laughed. "Sure we will. Why the hell not?"
CHAPTER SIX
Stella was slightly smashed, but there was a hot glow in her eyes and a dampness to her lush mouth. "Never thought I'd be discussing my husband's sexual prowess--or lack of same--with you, Regina. But here we sit, getting loaded and I'm not ripping your eyes out. In fact, I'm kind of tickled at the whole thing. I'm excited, too. It's all so wild and crazy."
Regina reached out and touched her friend's hand. Stella's skin was like olive-colored velvet, that soft and smooth. She said, "Stella--it is wild and wonderful, and you'll just about go out of your head with Bill. Haven't you ever wondered how it would be with him, if he would screw any different than your own husband?"
The other woman held up her glass for a refill. "Yes, I have. I envied you, because Bill always seemed so attentive, and I thought: lucky girl--she's getting all the laying she wants. Oh damn; I'm getting myself all mixed up, too. Maybe I'm just scared. I never--never screwed anybody else since I married Chuck, and only two boys before him. I--I don't know--"
Regina squeezed her hand. "You'll be perfect, and Bill will be the luckiest guy around. You may have to push it at first, make it really plain that you want him to fuck you right away, but once he gets started, there'll be no stopping him. And Stella, darling--he doesn't know about Chuck yet. I'll tell him after he screws you, so he won't be able to be self-righteous."
Stella laughed. "Regina," she said, "you are really a bitch."
"I know," she answered, "and isn't it fun? Let's have another drink, darling."
They drank some more and got silly; they made plans and discarded them, but finally came up with one that seemed to be reasonably sensible. The kids would all be sent out to movies, and supplied with enough money to feed them afterward. Regina was to get Chuck aside and make him, no matter how scary he got.
That would leave the field clear for Stella and Bill. Dressed in her sexy best, Stella would get Bill to lay her, over here in her own house. It would be a hurry-up thing, the first time around, a quick screwing because Bill would be worrying about his wife and her husband, only next door.
But after the first dipping of his cock, Bill would be trapped, drawn into the web of swapping as Stella was being brought in. And Chuck? He had no choice, they said; not unless he wanted to give up his newfound romance with Regina's willing pussy.
Going back home later, lightheaded and giggly, Regina thought that the only thing she hadn't been honest about, was something that would have hurt. Stella didn't have to know that her son was fucking Regina--not yet, anyhow. There'd be time enough for that later, after dear Stella had adjusted to being screwed by a strange cock.
Into the house, Regina headed for the bathroom. She needed a long soak in a hot tub, and time to think what a great, swinging affair was coming up. Both men had a big surprise coming, and she couldn't help wondering how they would take it. Climbing into the steamy tub, she also wondered if Bill would go down.
Evidently Stella was familiar with oral love, and if she was really turned on, would teach Bill to do it. Smiling to herself, Regina soaped her good body thoroughly, rubbing her tits until the nipples stood tall and hard, then running a hand over her mound until the bubbles drifted over wet and golden curled pubic hairs.
She was highly excited, turned more passionate by the idea of her husband fucking her best friend, and seeing some vague imagery beyond that immediate picture, a shadowy scene of the four of them getting together. It was so wild that she could barely restrain herself from slipping a finger into her aching cunt.
Gritting her teeth, she gripped the side of the tub and forced the heat to subside. She wanted to save herself for the coming evening, for the exchange of fucking that might very well turn into an orgy. A real, live orgy, she thought. Four naked people screwing and sucking each other, and whatever else four naked and lustful people could do with and to each other.
She shivered in anticipation and slipped farther down into the hot water, making waves that tickled her nipples, hiding her pulsating cunt beneath the surface. She relaxed then, stretched her long legs and was happy with the wet, shining modeling of them, with the way they tapered and with their sleekness. All three of her men adored being wrapped in them as they fucked her.
Climbing from the tub, she toweled herself well, loving the roughness of the towel against her flesh. Still, she supposed that men dug little legs, too--like Stella had. They were very shapely and somehow reminded Regina of a little girl. Men must like the idea of screwing a little girl.
She stared wide-eyed into the full-length mirror. If she had known fleeting thoughts about laying her own son, might not both Chuck and Bill have had the same kind of ideas--throttled of course--about their own daughters?
Regina shook her head and hid her face from view. It was all very weird, such thoughts no doubt brought on by a combination of things-- the sudden and crazy increase in screwing she had recently had, and the unusual amount of gin she'd consumed that afternoon. She'd have to go light on the sauce tonight; she sure as hell didn't want to get smashed and pass out, spoiling the party for everyone.
Dabbing on a goodly amount of musky perfume, she wrapped the towel around her body and peeped from the bathroom. Nobody was in the hall, so she scurried down it to her own room and inside. Just a robe, she thought; until she got the ball rolling. Then she'd choose a slinky gown and wear it with nothing underneath. Chuck would dig that, and it was probably the same thing his wife had in mind.
Deliberately picking her shabbiest robe, Regina pulled it on and went downstairs to make arrangements without getting anyone suspicious.
The kids were happy to get the windfall, and were immediately on the phone to the Baker kids next door. Watching her daughter call, Regina couldn't stop herself from wondering about Monica now that Carey Baker knew how to fuck. Would he try to get into the girl's panties? Not very likely, with her brother along, Regina decided, and gave them her blessings as they scooted for the door.
"Hey," Bill said, "what was that all about?"
"About a little party over at the Bakers," she said. "For adults only."
"Sounds good, but can we come home early? After that ball we had, I think I'd like to get to know my wife better. In bed, that is."
She went over and kissed him, her robe falling open to expose the round golden mounds of her tits. "Sure, Bill. But I promised Stella we'd have a few drinks over there."
He caressed her tit, but when his hand slipped down to fondle between her thighs, she laughed and stepped away from him. "Come on now. I promise you'll get all the pussy you can handle tonight--and more."
So he followed her obediently when they crossed the yard to the Baker house. She wore the black dress, a frothy thing the length of a mini, and with almost no back. The front dipped low, too, and she felt deliciously evil, not wearing a bra or panties.
Stella welcomed them effusively, as if they hadn't been around for months, wearing a pale grey gown touched with a vivid splash of red that set off her olive skin perfectly. It also called attention to the fact that she had a very shapely ass and tits that stood high without benefit of bra.
Putting her lips close to Regina's ear, Stella whispered, "Oh, I'm so excited. Do I look okay? Do you think he'll notice me?"
Regina said, "If he doesn't, he's blind. Hit him with a couple of doubles and you'll be on your way, darling. And good screwing."
"Oh!" Stella gasped, and skipped away, her cute little ass swinging. Glancing suddenly at her husband, Regina saw his eyes following the motions. Good, she thought; Bill was interested, and they'd see to it he was more so as the evening wore on.
Chuck was a bit too proper, somewhat awkward around her, until Regina got an opportunity to whisper: "I'll fake an emergency with the lights at my place. You know how helpless Bill is with electricity, so that'll give us a chance to be together over there. I'm hot for you, darling."
They danced and drank, and danced some more. From the corner of her eye, Regina saw that Stella was really rubbing it into Bill, that he was trying to hold off, that his face was flushed and sweaty. She kept Chuck busy so he didn't notice.
When she pulled her lights-out routine and asked Chuck to come help, her own husband protested weakly, but she could tell he wasn't at all interested in going with them to "fix" things. He was too intrigued by the sudden attention Stella Baker was paying him, and Regina thought that Bill was also somehow hoping for a miracle that would carry her allure farther. Bill probably wasn't really believing that himself, but he was in for a severe shock, because his little hot dream would very soon be coming true.
Going across the back yard, she felt his hand cup one cheek of her ass, and Chuck said at her ear: "How'd you manage this? I know Stella is high, but what about Bill?"
"Let's not worry about him, darling," she said, letting them into the kitchen, but not turning on the light. She turned to him instead, pressing the length of her body against his and feeling the immediate rising of his prick between them.
"There's time," he said softly, fondling her tits, then dropping his hands to her buttocks so he could yank her hard to him while he ground his staff into her belly. "There's time, if we hurry."
She smiled in the darkness, kissed him and fed him her tongue, then pulled back to say: "Have you ever fucked a woman on her own kitchen table?"
"Damn," he whispered in awe. "You are something else, baby."
His strong hands caught her around her slim waist, and Regina was lifted to the table top, her legs going wide. She hiked her dress high, got it crumpled up past her hips and exposed the hairy mound of her pussy for his caressing hand.
In the dark, in the spicy, exciting dark, she kissed him savagely, biting at his lips and running her tongue all the way back to his throat. She thought of what must be already going on next door, of her husband and his wife in each other's arms. It was so thrilling, just the concept, the sneaky-inciting feeling of everybody taking something, of everyone receiving something, too.
Her cunt blazed, softened and turned juicy. She bucked it up against the heel of his hand, and his thumb rode along her labia, up to her pelvis. "Oh Chuck! Fuck me. Please hurry and fuck me, before I go right out of my mind."
"Yeah," he panted, "we have to hurry, in case they get suspicious over there. I'll just drop my pants and get my cock out of my shorts--ahh, Regina--your pussy is soft and warm. Your cunt hairs are tickling the head of my prick. Feel it there, darling--feel it?"
"Oh yes, yes. Shove it on in, Chuck--ease it up into my pussy. Oh yes--
yes, that's it, baby! Yes, fine, fine--ahhh--"
She knew the glorious sensation of his entering knob, the spongy-hard pressure that separated her labia and forced the way for his shaft. Regina lifted to the challenge, drew up her knees and brought her feet into contact with his back, then to the crack of his ass.
Digging in her heels, she drove him deeper into the wet grasping of her pussy. Chuck burrowed in until his balls came to rest against her slit, and immediately he began to stroke, to thrust back and forth into her vagina, stimulating her clitoris with every sensuous movement.
"Beautiful hard prick," she gasped. "Wonderful stiff cock. Feed it to me, Chuck. Screw me hard and mean; fuck me, oh--fuck me!"
He answered by stepping up his pace, by cramming his hard prick almost brutally home into her suctioning cunt. Pounding it deep, pulling back for another savage stroke, Chuck had his hands on her waist to keep her from sliding off the table as he fucked her.
Regina held to him by the shoulders, kissed him, tongued him, panted into his open mouth. Her heels helped him to rock in into her smoothly, kept him from backing his shaft too far out of her snatch. She rode the driving cock blissfully, twisted and turned upon the impaling length of it, took it far up into her vaginal cup and knew the bumping of its head against her womb.
It was good for her, highlighted by the stray thoughts that perhaps her husband was slamming his own hard prick into Chuck's lovely wife, just as she was coming on Chuck's cock. She hunched and shuddered, and was coming in ecstasy, moaning and clawing at his back while his prick continued to slam into her oily hot pussy.
Chuck came a few strokes later, and she wrapped her legs around the small of his back as he did, reveling in the hot gushing of his semen, in the splatter of the near-blistering come that inundated the walls of her vagina. Oh, how she loved to fuck this man, how she adored every small wiggle of his cock within her pussy, how she loved each quiver of his ass.
Slowly, her legs eased down, slipped off his hips and hung over the edge of her kitchen table. Incongruously she thought that breakfast here would never be the same again, that she would always remember the fucking that had happened on the table. How could corn flakes compare with that?
Chuck pulled his cock from the reluctant lips of her cunt, and some slippery liquids followed it outside to puddle in the crack of her ass. He said, "That was great, darling--but we'd better hurry back to my house, before our spouses get all upset at us being gone so long. And by the way, what light was I supposed to have fixed?"
She climbed down from the table and made smoothing motions across her dress, wondering if any leaking semen would spot through, but then deciding that she didn't really give a damn. She wanted to wear the wet stain of his come as a badge of joy, as a proud sign of her happiness.
"You fixed the kitchen light," she said, "the one over the sink. But you know what? I don't think anyone is going to ask about lights. I have a pretty good idea that our loving spouses are doing just what we've been doing--loving."
Chuck stopped dead in his tracks. "What do you mean? You think that
Stella--Stella--"
In the dark, she turned to him and found his face with both hands, found his stiff body with her own pliant one. "I know Stella is making it. If Bill isn't too chicken to let her seduce him, that is. I'm betting he isn't that scared, not with your wife pushing that gorgeous little body up to him the way she was doing, even before we left the party."
"Wait a minute," Chuck said. "My wife--"
"And Bill's wife," she reminded him. "Or would you rather give me up?"
"I didn't say--but I can't believe that Stella would make it with Bill--I mean, she's so withdrawn, so wrapped up in her kids--I--oh hell; I don't know what the hell I think!"
She took him by the hand, led him gently back out through the kitchen door. "Don't think, then--just react, darling. I don't know about you, but I know that I'm turned on by the idea. They'll make a lovely couple, fucking."
"Oh damn," Chuck muttered, but allowed her to lead him into his own yard and up to the back porch. She felt his resistance there, and he still hung back a little as she dragged him to the doorway of the living room.
Her breath caught in her throat as he saw them in the lighted room, saw their naked bodies intertwined in the embrace of love. She'd been right; they were a beautiful couple.
Stella was straddling Bill, and her back was to them as they stood transfixed and watched. Regina could see the polished red shaft of her husband's cock sliding in and out of the black-haired cunt lips, see the slow movement of his balls. Mostly, she could see the spread thighs and rounded ass cheeks of Stella Baker.
Regina felt Chuck's hands clench hers so tightly that she was hurt, but she made no sound that carried over the muffled beating of her heart. She knew what Chuck was feeling, for the same violent emotions were racing through her own head, her own body. They were both seeing their mates fucking someone else, actually witnessing the frenzied screwing of a man and woman who meant so much to them.
But Stella was grinding sensuously upon Bill's upright prick, and Bill was stroking her hips gently as they fucked, so Regina could not help but feel the love that flowed from the interlocked bodies. The sex was strong, too--the lust and lasciviousness that hung about the fucking pair like an aura.
Regina had never been so turned on, and she felt every pore of her body, each hair and crevice and tender part of skin and flesh and tissue. Her eyes were wide and a pulse beat insanely in her throat as she stared at the man she loved and the woman who was her best friend.
Stella lifted her ass and the greasy rod was exposed; she lowered it gently, twisting, and the long cock was buried in her richly-haired pussy.
Beside her, Chuck whispered tensely: "Look at her ride his cock. She fucks slow like that, grinds and squeezes her tight pussy on a prick; she's still almost as tight as a girl, and she loves to fuck. You can see that she really loves to ride his meat."
As quietly, she said to him in turn, "Does it bother you, seeing another man's meat in your wife's cunt?"
"Yes," he said, "but not the way I always figured it would. It's--it's kind of like his cock was mine, and like I want him to see and feel and know what a wonderful fuck she is. I'm proud of my wife, and how else can my friend really know how wonderful she is, unless he fucks her?"
Regina nodded and let go of his hand so that she could reach to find his prick, hidden in his slacks. It was rock-hard and bulging, even though he had released a tremendous load of semen only minutes before. She caressed his cock, zipped down his fly and took it out into her fingers, cuddling its velveted iron warmth.
"That's right," she said, "I feel very much like that, as if I was sharing something very precious. Not losing anything, but enriching it through the sharing."
His hand lifted from around her waist and cupped her tit. "She's giving him a long, slow fuck. The inside of Stella's cunt is like hot satin now, all slippery and slidy around his prick."
"Yes," she breathed in answer. "And by the way she's shaking that lovely little ass, she's close to coming. Bill, too--if you watch how his balls are beginning to jerk up and down."
"Wow," Bill murmured, "a guy's prick just about to go off inside my wife's sweet pussy. I may cream in your hand, Regina."
She stopped masturbating him. "Save it, darling. Oh look--look!" And then they both fell silent because the others were talking.
Stella Baker cried out: "I'm coming, Bill! Oh you nice hard bastard--
I'm coming!"
And Bill Abbott answered, "D-darling--me, too! My prick is letting it go--here comes my cream, Stella. I'm coming in your hot snatch--pumping you full of my come!"
They blurred together then, twisting and hunching, and Regina heard the slap-slap of her husband's balls as they bounced up to bang into the gyrating crack of Stella's polished ass. Bill's fingers dug into her waist, and his mouth lifted up to suck in the dangled offering of her tit. Sloshing noises rose from their crotches, and their moans were background to the liquid pounding.
Regina squeezed hard on Chuck's stiff cock; together, they watched their mates shudder to completion, his wife and her husband in the throes of orgasm, coming grandly and in wild spasms. It was beautiful, she thought; it was lovely.
CHAPTER SEVEN
She didn't quite have the nerve to just walk in on them; the shock might have been too great for all concerned. Regina had wanted to do it, very much. She had balanced for a ragged moment upon the precipice, needing to just leap naked into a tangle with Stella and Bill, and to drag in Chuck, also.
But of course, that wouldn't have worked at all. Not yet. There could have been complications--guilt and shock and embarrassment. Backing away, she had saved them all that, spared them the agonies of indecision.
"Come on," she hissed to Chuck, and still holding him by the prick, led him tiptoeing past the collapsed pair on the living room floor. Since she knew their house almost as well as her own, Regina steered Chuck into the nearest bedroom, one right off the hall where they could peep out at their spouses and not be seen themselves.
"Lie down here with me," she said softly. "I'll put one leg over you and we can lie here side by side, screwing while they recover their strength. Since they didn't hear us come in, and since your wife knows I'm fucking you, she won't be worried about the length of time we're gone. Of course, we'll have to break up this good screwing before all the kids come home, but there's hours until then."
With the head of his prick at the wet entrance to her pussy, Chuck Baker said, "Stella knows I've been laying you?"
"Sure--that's how she and I set you two guys up tonight."
"That's sneaky," he said, and gave a sudden thrust that forced his cock inside her damply willing cunt.
With an answering wiggle of her crotch, Regina said, "So is that. Let's just lie here and fuck quietly, until they get it on again out there. They will, before too long; they're just getting to know each other-- like we did, in the beginning, remember?"
Chuck worked his shaft inside the clinging hotness of her well-lubricated pussy. "That was only a couple of days ago, baby. Hey-- they're beginning to stir around; Stella's climbing off him now, and man--look at his cock, all slick and gleaming--still some come drops on the head of it, too."
Regina watched every move of the other couple, wishing that they could be side by side, even touching. A shudder rippled through her then, as she imagined the wildest thing ever--all four of them fucking happily away, and changing partners back and forth.
Her cunt gripped Chuck's prick and massaged it; rolling her hips, she pulled his thrusts deeper into herself, grinding her pelvis into his while he fondled her ass, while he nuzzled her throat.
He said, "She's kissing him, lying on top of him and playing with his cock. Stella does that sometimes, usually when she hasn't been entirely satisfied and means to go down on me--on him, now. Man, man; that's it! She's going to eat your husband's prick."
"How nice," Regina said, squirming on his prick. "This will be another first for Bill--he's never been eaten by another woman. In fact, he's only been eaten once, by me; but he's learned to like it."
Chuck stroked into her, his cock hard and long, bigger around than her husband's tool, bigger and longer than his son's penis. Guiltily, she remembered Carey and the boy's sex hunger for her. And maybe for someone else, she recalled, but put that out of her mind for the moment. There were too many things going on right now for her to be dwelling on future possibilities. One way or the other, young Carey Baker would get all the fucking he could handle.
Chuck said, "He'll have to eat her cunt, too. My wife really digs doing sixty-nine. Has he ever gone down on you, Regina?"
"Yes," she said, "just once, and I had to practically force him into doing it for me then. But once he got going, Bill stopped being uptight about eating pussy and did a great job."
She fell quiet then, watching the tableau before them, seeing the attractive darkness of the other woman, the small and sexy body that was so determined to swing with her husband all night. Stella was busily kissing down Bill's belly, and he was arching his back, trembling visibly at her caresses. It wasn't until she had reached his pelvic area that she crawled around with the lower portion of her trimly rounded body and poised astraddle his head.
"There she goes," Chuck breathed. "I knew she couldn't just go down on him without getting in on the goodies herself."
There was an entirely different feel to it, Regina thought, lying there and being fucked by one man, while watching another woman kiss the shaft of her husband's cock. It was far more stimulating to see sex and to feel it at the same time, and when the watched sex was someone she loved, the sensations were heightened considerably.
She saw Stella's black-haired crotch, dripping from its fucking, lower to cover Bill's face, and a sharp stab of rapture flashed through her. Her eyes were half-glazed, and she used them to see Stella's hungry mouth cover the head of Bill's cock. Stella's ivory cheeks dipped in as she sucked on the knob, and Bill's ass rolled against the carpet in a new ecstasy.
"They're sucking each other off," she murmured. "They fucked, and now they're eating each other." She gave a twist of her pelvis that made Chuck's slowly thrusting cock rub more violently against her sensitive clitoris.
"Beautiful," Chuck said, ramming his prick home a little harder, a little faster. "Never thought I'd get a kick out of seeing my wife's lips wrapped around another man's prick, but I do--I sure as hell do. Look at her sucking him--look how he's eating up into her hot pussy!"
"Uh!" Regina grunted. "Oh--uh!" It was so good, so thrilling, knowing the slide of his prick in her pussy, watching his wife and her husband do a sixty-nine.
She fought to hold her eyes open, when they wanted so much to close in rapture, and she ground her pussy savagely onto Chuck's lunging cock while she pressed her tits hard into his chest, rubbing the nipples back and forth to further stimulate him, and herself.
It was wild and it was intense, and the orgasm burst madly within her vagina before she knew it was coming. Regina shuddered and heaved, snapping her cunt down on Chuck's pounding shaft as she came. It was terrific, a pinwheeling of hot flashes and a strobelight scattering of feelings both violent and tender. Her ass trembled, and she felt the gentle intrusion of Chuck's little finger, without remembering when he first started prodding softly at her asshole.
That tickled, too, and Regina bucked crazily in the throes of her climax, slammed her crotch against the pole that was fucking, fucking into her blazing cunt.
Chuck said aloud: "Oh! Oh baby--coming, coming--COMING!"
The come blew from the end of his imbedded cock, hissed hotly into the gulping of her hole, spewing its thick and creamy boiling liquid throughout her vagina. His balls jerked against the crack of her ass, and his fingertip slipped into the tight little ring itself.
Gasping, Regina dug her nails into his back and rotated her pelvis furiously against his hairy crotch. Then she sighed in completion, rocked gently with the subsiding waves of warm love that flooded her being. Her eyelids fluttered, and with an effort, she focused upon the two naked people in the other room.
She saw something different. She watched in amazement as Stella lifted her siphoning mouth from Bill's upright prick, just at the moment of ejaculation. Stella had fingers wrapped around the thick base of the cock, and was fondling it, but her mouth backed off at the very second he began to come. But she didn't lose a drop, Regina saw; she caught all the spurting white stuff as she would drink from a squirting fountain, letting it spit up into her open lips.
Her fingers played up and down his shaft, stimulating him to greater discharge, and Bill responded by gushing more hot juice into her mouth. After the second pulsing of come, Stella lowered her mouth again, and Bill's cock all but vanished from sight.
Why, thought Regina, the other woman must have the head of that prick all the way in her throat. Stella's cheeks dipped hollowly again, and she was sucking, pulling, drawing, every single droplet of semen from the stiffly throbbing prickhead. She was good at sucking off a man, Regina saw; Stella was truly an expert, and one who obviously loved her work.
And her husband Bill--he was wiggling with happiness as she blew him, and as he worked her pussy like an orange, sucking and lapping avidly. Stella groaned around his cock, and her trimly modeled ass heaved up and down. She was coming then, reaching a fantastic orgasm, her clit shivering and pulsating while Bill nipped it, rolled it between his teeth. Regina saw and felt it as if her husband were doing it to her, instead of to Stella Baker.
But she didn't begrudge Stella the ecstasy; she really didn't. She was thrilled that her husband could enjoy giving such pleasure to the lovely woman who had so marvelously reciprocated by sucking his prick.
They moved apart as she watched, Stella lifting, crawling aside on her hands and knees, Bill lying there relaxed and supine, his well-worked cock still stiffly erect, but drained of all semen for a while. His balls had turned out two huge loads of come in a short time; they must be working overtime now, catching up, replenishing the supply.
Stella crawled farther, came nearer, and Regina felt Chuck stiffen against her, felt his prick suddenly whip out of her snatch, and before she could do more than take a deep breath, her lover was gone, scared away by the approach of his wife. Regina came to a kneeling position, her tits jutting proudly out, Chuck's semen frothy upon her pubic hairs.
Stella stayed on all fours, her own fine tits hanging down. Through a curly tangle of black hair, her dark brown eyes peered at Regina. "Thought I heard somebody in here. Chuck was with you?"
"Was," Regina answered. "He got frightened away."
"Tell him not to be scared," Stella breathed, coming up to her knees, staring sultry-eyed at Regina. "You're a beautiful woman; no wonder Chuck's attracted to you."
"You're lovely, too," Regina said. "Bill and Chuck both are very lucky guys."
Stella's smile was bright. "Regina--"
"In time," Regina said. "What we have to do now, is to get everybody together, and make this affair a real, swinging one. Don't you want it that way--all honest and above board, with the four of us screwing together, making love together?"
Stella nodded. "Of course, I do. I could go for that right now, but the men--" she turned her head. "Look! Bill has scooted off, too."
Regina held out a hand and the other woman took it. Together, they
stood up, staring deeply into each other's eyes, possibly seeing into
each other's souls. Regina said then, "It's a little late tonight, and
the guys are probably pooped out. But tomorrow, if we can get rid of
the kids--"
"Sure, Stella said, and stepped close, standing tiptoe so that her nipples could reach Regina's tits. A spark shot through Regina at the merest brushing of nipple to nipple, and she said huskily: I'd better go find Bill. You can talk to your husband."
"I will," Stella promised, and held up her lips to be kissed. Regina could not resist, even though she knew those same lips had just a moment ago sucked all the come from her own husband's prick. Stella's mouth was soft and knowing, filled with treasures and promises, and Regina realized only the hot whiplash of the other woman's delicate tongue before breaking away with a gasp.
"Oh, wow! I--I'd better go right now, before I get mixed into something I don't even understand--and before the kids come home."
Petulantly, Stella said, "Oh, screw the kids! But I guess you're right, darling. Tomorrow will be better all the way around. Goodnight for now."
"For now," Regina agreed, and thought how close Stella's remark about screwing the kids had come to reality. She hurried from the house, wondering what Stella's feelings would be when the other woman learned that Regina was already being fucked by her son, by young Carey Baker. Would there be anger, the outraged mother blazing forth? Would there be shock and disgust--or even jealousy?
None of that would be very good for their new and swiftly blooming relationship, but if Stella understood, if she even approved of her son being taught sexually by Regina, then all would be smooth, for everybody.
She went into her own house and flicked on the kitchen light, sparing a grin for the table where she had been fucked by Chuck Baker. Bill wasn't in the living room, so she climbed the stairs and found him in their own bedroom.
"Hi, darling."
He rolled over on the bed, covered by a sheet. "Did you actually watch me making it with Stella?"
"Sure, and you were both great. Especially during the sixty-nine act; you really learned oral sex in a hurry."
Bill said, "Damn it! You set it up with Stella in the first place; she told me so. She also told me that you've been screwing Chuck. Is that right?"
She sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled off her wrinkled dress, working it up over her head. "Yes, that's right. I enjoy fucking him as much as you dig fucking his wife. Does that make us both some kind of monster? Or rather, does it make all four of us perverts or something?"
He looked away from her. "I--it's kind of different, for a man."
"Like hell," she said. "You should have seen how turned on Chuck got, seeing you put the meat to Stella. When you ate each other, he was fucking me in the next room, and we both watched you two make it, until we came ourselves."
He bit his lips. "That's a weird way to talk to your husband, describing how you and another man screwed."
She reached over and placed her palm flat on his lower belly. "Don't act like such a prude, when you're really not. I can see that you've got about half a hard-on under that sheet. Surprising, isn't it--how you can get your prick up after coming twice, just a little while ago?"
"Regina--"
Leaning over, she kissed him softly on the mouth, and thought for a fleeting second that she could taste the vaginal flavors of Stella's pussy. Maybe it was only her imagination, but the idea excited her tremendously.
She said, "You like it, darling, so admit it. You get a kick out of thinking about me taking another man's cock in my cunt. I can feel your cock rising in my hand right now. Here--I'll pull back the sheet and lie down beside you, and I'll tell you all about it, tell you exactly how I felt tonight when I was fucking Chuck Baker. Or would you rather hear all the details about the very first time we screwed?"
He buried his hot face between her tits, and his hands sought the warm comfort of her hips. Bill's voice was muffled when he replied: "The first time. It was the first time you ever fucked anybody else, wasn't it?"
She stroked his hair and pushed her belly closer to his. "Yes, dear. Just a couple of days ago. I never screwed anybody but you, before then."
She could barely hear him when he said, "Tell me all of it, how his prick felt, everything."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Her voice slow and easy, Regina described her first marital misstep to her husband, gently massaging his erect prick as she did so. After two recent ejaculations, he would not come again soon, if any more that night, but she could make it pleasantly erotic for him.
"It was a shock, really--feeling his prick enter my pussy for the first time. He's a little bigger than you, dear, as you'll see very soon. That didn't make much difference, though; what did, was the knowledge that he was actually fucking me, that another man's cock besides yours was really in my pussy. I almost came with the very first stroke."
His lips closed over one of her nipples, and around it Bill asked, "Did he kiss you a lot first, feel your snatch and play with your tits?"
"Yes, darling. And we fucked quickly, I think. I know it didn't seem to last long enough, and then--Chuck taught me how to go down on him."
His voice was a mumble "You sucked him off? What--how did you handle
the--I mean--"
She stroked his prick, fondled his head. "Did I swallow his come, you mean? Yes, I did. I swallowed every hot, thick drop of Chuck's semen, darling."
He shuddered against her and his mouth pulled hard on her nipple. She continued to tell the story, describing in vivid detail every move, every word and response of her first sexual encounter with her husband's best friend. As she talked, he got more and more excited, and so she simply rolled him over onto his back and mounted him.
"There, dear--isn't that better? You can keep your prick in here where Chuck had his twice tonight? Did I tell you that he fucked me on the kitchen table, that I wrapped my legs around him while he rammed that big meat pole up my cunt? It was after that, we sneaked back over to their house and saw Stella riding you like a horse. Well, almost--she was bouncing up and down on your prick, though."
He thrust up into her, his prick delightfully stiff now, and she said, "Do you feel anything different inside my cunt? It should be a lot more slippery, what with Chuck's semen in there. Two loads of his creamy juice, he left in me. It's still there, isn't it--except for the little bit that leaked out on my legs?"
Bill moaned in answer, and worked his prick around in her wet vagina, stroking and wiggling it, backing it down and punching it up with force.
"You really like that," Regina continued. "You're really hot, feeling his come in there on your prick. You'd like to fuck me right after he does, to feel it fresh and bubbling."
"Regina--you bitch--you hot-assed bitch!"
She ground sensuously upon his shaft. "Or maybe, you'd dig it better to help him fuck your wife. How about if he screws me and then you get between my legs, and then Chuck goes around to where he can put his cock into my mouth? Would you enjoy that, darling?"
Moaning and panting, he clamped his hands viciously into the soft flesh of her ass cheeks and fucked her harder. She luxuriated in her new mastery of him, in this new and most intimate knowledge of a side of her husband he had never before exposed. It was fun, riding him, holding him down, pinning him into place with her strong thighs.
She took one of his hands, drew it back from her haunch and guided it to the cleft of her steamy ass. "Here, Bill--use your pinkie--feel the little ring? Yes--oh yes, right there, baby. That's what Chuck did to me once--shoved the end of his finger in there while he was fucking me, and it made me come that much wilder."
He pushed brutally, and his dry finger hurt her as it shoved into her asshole, but she held herself from flinching, and wiggled her ass until her natural inner lubrication eased the pressure. It felt good to her then; it felt very good.
"We can do it," she said. "We can do anything we want to do--maybe you can stick your meat into Stella, right after her own husband has screwed her, or put it in my mouth while Chuck screws me--anything."
"UHHH!" he grunted loudly. "Uhhh--Regina--oh, shake that hot pussy, you
passionate bitch. Rub it all over my prick--all that slippery juice
from his cock--"
She rocked in rhythm upon his jerking shaft, feeling the squirt of his come, the lesser explosion that was all the more precious to her because it had been nearly impossible to precipitate.
"Come, darling," she soothed. "Come in mama's pussy, right in on top of
the other man's semen. Mix it all up, darling--that's right--oh, Bill,
you're sweet and wonderful--"
And before she knew it, she was reaching her own orgasm, talked into it by her own sexy voice and the things she had been saying all this time. She was also worked into coming by the intense and erotic penetration of her husband's cock.
Bending in the middle, she collapsed, dropped her tits forward and pillowed them upon his face. His finger slipped out of her asshole, and she only dimly remembered when he had put it in there. She was heavy upon him, and that worried her, so she carefully lifted off his quickly softening prick and dropped bonelessly to one side, her arm across his belly.
When she could talk again, she said, "That was wonderful, Bill. That was freaky and crazy and thrilling, and I adored every voluptuous second of it. How about you?"
"Terrific," he sighed. "Who would ever have believed that I could get my balls off three times in one night? And every time I came, it was like the first time--big and heavy. I don't know what the hell to say, Regina. I guess we're both learning something about the other guy, after all these years we've been married."
"We are," she agreed, "and that part of it is wonderful, too. We're being honest and not hiding anything. We're just finding that love doesn't mean owning each other, that it can mean giving the other guy free rein to be happy, to have all the fun out of life he can get. And since that seems to also mean that we want to fuck other people, why not? Why the hell not, Bill?"
He said slowly, "I'm not arguing. I'll admit now that I'm damned glad you and Chuck started fucking. Not only for your happiness, but because you felt you had to set me up with Stella. I've been dreaming about getting into that sweet, hot little ass for many years--ever since we've known the Bakers, but I never had the nerve to try, and probably never would have."
"Good," she said. "I felt the same way about Chuck. And I think we can all swing together, sharing and fucking and getting it on in any way we like. We're really going to have a ball, Bill. It's going to be magnificent."
He turned over and they kissed. Bill said, "I know it will, and I'm excited as hell about it. But right now, I'm about to pass out. Good night, Regina."
"Good night," she murmured, and almost immediately heard the deepening of his breath as he began to fall asleep. He was tired, she realized, drained of semen and strength, and she wasn't too far behind him.
Turning over, snuggling her ass into his pelvis as she often did when they were going to sleep, she thought that her kids weren't even home yet, that they had screwed away the night early. The adults had screwed, not the kids.
Or had they? Carey Baker had almost a constant hard-on, and Monica Abbott was a cute girl, a little older than Carey, and very sexy looking. That was weird, Regina thought; she'd never before classified her daughter as sexy. Pretty, vivacious, girlishly appealing, yes--but never sexy. Yet she had to say now that Monica was just that, with high, firm tits and a saucy little ass that swung alluringly when she walked.
Carey wouldn't miss an opportunity to get into that, if he possibly could. Unless he was only turned on by older women. Nonsense; cunt was cunt to a horny boy like that. Monica could probably take care of herself; kids were pretty smart these days.
Besides, the four of them were together, and there was protection in numbers. Maybe. There had been four people over at the Bakers tonight, and look what happened. Four young, sexy and good-looking kids could do worse. What was she fretting about, anyway? What was sauce for the geese could be juice for the goslings, if it came to that.
Regina turned again, her eyes opening and staring up at the dark ceiling. A lot of ideas and scenes were wheeling around inside her head: Carey screwing her daughter Monica; her son putting his young prick to Judy Baker; the kids changing over so that brothers were fucking sisters--
She shook her head and tried to get comfortable on her pillow. She had a wild imagination these days, and it was running loose now. The kids probably would do no more than share a few kisses after a hamburger and coke. And if they actually got somewhat more involved with each other, what was so terrible about that? At least, today there was the pill.
All right, Regina said to herself. So what if they fucked? That would be okay, too. Who the hell was she to decide at what time in life her own children could experience the joys of sexual release? If they were big enough, they were old enough, somebody once said, and Carey Baker proved the point. He was a horny boy with a fine, hard cock always eager to be soaked in a woman's pussy. Would her own son Dale be any different?
And how about Monica? Didn't the same genes stir in her finely-formed young body, the same powerful genes that made her mother and now her father so sexy? Turning again, Regina snuggled closer to her husband. There was so much for them to do yet, without involving any of the kids--if that was at all possible.
Carey was already involved, and might get himself in even deeper. She suspected that Carey had more than a casual eye for his own mother. He'd suggested getting her into the affair with Bill. What could be more likely than some form of blackmail on his part, to make Stella spread her legs for him? He'd already proved himself capable of blackmail.
Regina was glad he'd forced her into screwing him. She really enjoyed her sessions with young Carey, feeling marvelously dirty by fucking a fourteen-year-old boy. She had a lot to teach him, too--such as the sixty-nine position his mother was so fond of. She'd really get a kick out of eating that eager cock.
She had told no one about Carey, not yet. Bill was ready to learn of her other lover, but maybe Chuck wasn't. That left some possibilities open, of a swinging triangle between her husband, herself, and Carey. That would be far out and exciting--if the boy didn't get scared off by the very idea.
Slowly, sleep came to Regina Abbott, and she relaxed into its warmth to dream of being fucked by her three men. But there was another in the shadows, so she couldn't see his face, only his prick. His prick was long and strong.
She came awake gently, in a calm and rested lassitude. Stretching, she smiled and became conscious of her body again, a sweetly responsive body that had so recently been turned on, brought again to the arousals of sex. Her thighs rubbed together, and her nipples brushed the sheet; she tingled.
Putting out one hand, she found that her husband was already up and gone, his spot in bed cooled off. Regina's smile widened; Bill himself certainly wasn't cooled off. He was more randy than he had been since they were first married, and he was truly excited about their mixing in with Stella and Chuck in a swinging foursome.
Out of bed, she stood awhile in the freshness of the day, standing naked and at peace with the world. In the shower, she soaped extravagantly and rinsed for a long time, changing the water from hot to warm to cold. Gasping, her nipples standing straight out and her skin turned pink, she toweled briskly and looked at herself in the mirror.
A younger, newer Regina Abbott, one with the blush of excitement in her cheeks and a readiness for love in her thighs. She looked good, felt good, and was ready for just about anything the world might have on hand for her this gorgeous day.
She found the kitchen empty, although smells of breakfast lingered there; Bill and the kids had let her sleep, and gone off somewhere. She drank orange juice and coffee, had a bowl of yogurt and some toast, the euphoria growing inside her. A bright day, she thought--a shiny day waiting to be used.
Looking at a spoonful of white and creamy yogurt, she saw the table top below it and giggled. Her ass had been just about there, when Chuck Baker poured the prick to her last night, when he had released semen into her that looked very much like what she was holding in the spoon. Regina licked at the stuff and chuckled again, wondering if any housewife with nearly grown children had ever thought such attractively evil thoughts over her breakfast table.
She was tidying up the sink when she heard someone behind her. The hands touched her ass gently, lovingly, and the breath stirred into the short curls at the nape of her neck. Instinctively, she leaned back into him, wiggling her tail, lifting her tits for the cupping of hands that would surely come.
"Wow, Mrs. Abbott--I couldn't wait any longer."
Carey Baker. She turned suddenly, a bit disturbed. "Carey, damn it! You
can't come sneaking over here every time you get a hard-on. It's too
dangerous. I don't know where my own family is, or when they'll be
back--and you know damned well that your mother is in the habit of
dropping over for coffee--"
He pressed against her, his prick hard against her belly, burning through the thin, translucent material of her robe. "I didn't think we could fuck right away. I just couldn't stand not feeling you, or seeing you."
She touched his cheek, let him play with her tits for a moment. "You're a very sweet boy, Carey, but you have to be more careful."
He said, "It went pretty good last night, huh? Did your husband really fuck my mother?"
"Yes, he did. And your father and I made it in the same house, watching them screw. But they didn't see us. Next time, we'll fuck together, all four of us."
His eyes went wide. "I'd really like to see that."
"Maybe you will," she said, then: "Carey--have you ever screwed my daughter Monica?"
Carey blinked rapidly. "No. I'm too young for her, she thinks. I tried to get into her a month or so ago, and she slapped the hell out of me for just touching her tit. Why? Were you worried about that?"
"Not really," she said, surprising herself with the truth of that. "I just wondered."
"She's not a cherry," he said. "I know that much. Neither is my sister, but neither of them make a habit out of screwing guys. Just one or two, the way I hear it."
Regina digested that information, and when Carey pushed an exploring hand between her thighs, she simple spread her legs so that he could fondle her pussy as he wanted. Monica fucking, and the Baker girl, too.
"And Dale?" she asked.
Carey grinned and stroked his fingertips along her labia, feeling, exploring. "Oh, sure. At least, he claims he's screwed a girl."
For an instant, Regina felt an unreasoning stab of jealousy, and bit her lips. Then she said, "You're going to have to help us, you know. By keeping the other kids away as much as possible. That may mean you'll also have to stay away from me, but I can manage some time for us. If--
"
"Hey," he said. "I can't dig that. I thought--"
"I haven't told my husband, or your parents about you and me yet," she cut in. "I don't know if they're ready for that kind of information. But the kids have to be steered away from what we're all doing, or the entire affair may explode in our faces."
He slid away from her. "I hear Mom coming across the yard. I'm going to duck into the storage closet over there and listen, and after she leaves, you and I have to screw some more. Then we'll talk about what to do with the other kids, okay?"
"Go on," she said, pushing him at the closet.
The door had barely closed--or almost closed--behind him when his mother came into the kitchen. Regina had to force herself to look Stella Baker in the eye and smile.
"Hi, Stella--you look great."
"I feel great," the other woman said. "Let's pour some of that good brandy into our coffee this morning, and discuss all the fucking we did last night."
CHAPTER NINE
They were chatting, but not casually. There was a fiery undercurrent in their words, an excitement flaring in the breaths they took. Regina was generous with the brandy, needing its settling effect as they talked about the previous night. From time to time, she cast quick glances at the closet door, at the thin crack where Carey Baker was peeping at his mother and listening avidly to every word they said.
It must be driving the boy up the wall, she thought, and imagined him crouching there with his taut young prick in his hand, playing with himself as he heard the juicy, intimate details. Just knowing that he was there also stimulated Regina, and she found herself gulping at her heavily-brandied coffee.
"It was really kind of crazy," Stella said. "I figured that you and Chuck would come back before long, but I just had to go down on Bill, right after we fucked. And I just had to have him eat me, too."
That should have jolted Carey right to his balls, Regina thought; now he could think of his mother sucking a man's cock, of his mother getting her cunt eaten by someone besides his father. He was probably beginning to jack off.
She said, "Yes, Stella. I know how you felt. I screwed Chuck over here on the table, then at your place. Tell me, did you two do much talking after we left?"
"For hours," Stella answered. "It was the damnedest thing--us lying there bare-assed, both fresh from screwing someone else, and discussing all our sexual hang-ups. It seems that Chuck really got high, watching Bill fuck me."
Regina nodded. "The same with Bill. He'll go along with the four of us making it together tonight."
"Chuck is real anxious," Stella said, draining her coffee cup and
holding it out for more. "So am I, and Regina--I really have to thank
you. I'm so glad that you and Chuck started screwing, so that Bill and
I could get in on it. It's a wonderful thing, to feel so free and easy,
to be able to talk about it. And while I'm about it, I think your
husband is a wonderful lover; he's so eager to please, and his prick
stays so hard--"
Regina gulped. "Y-yeah, but he was softening with me. Until now. Last night, we screwed again after we got home, and he wanted me to tell how it felt when Chuck laid me."
Stella grinned. "Chuck and I played sixty-nine. He said watching me suck off Bill freaked him out. I think we've got ourselves some rare guys Regina, my love."
Regina knew what was coming next, felt it in her flesh as well as her mind. Looking quickly at the closet, she tried to cut Stella off. "More than you know."
But Stella was wound up, high on her memories of the far-out sex she had shared last night, and getting higher by talking about it to the wife of the man she had screwed and gone down on. She rushed on: "Oh Regina, I almost went out of my head, when Bill first stuck his nice, hard cock into me. It's been so very long since I had any other prick but Chuck's."
Regina poured more brandy for them, not bothering to add coffee this time, splashing the potent liquor straight into the cups. She needed more courage, since she knew that Stella's son was taking in everything his mother said, hiding there in the closet and no doubt jacking off by now. She considered telling Stella about him--later, of course, when Carey was out of earshot.
It was such a delicate subject, though, not like telling Stella that she had been screwing Chuck; that had been fairly easy, when they were both pretty well smashed. But clueing in Stella about her son, letting her know that Carey had been fucking her best friend--
Stella was looking at her with one eyebrow raised, and Regina said, "I know the wild sensation. It was the same when Chuck laid me the first time. Stella--what are we going to do about the kids, yours and mine?"
"Send them to summer camp? That would be a fine idea, get them out of our hair so we could just fuck and fuck."
Carey would never stand still for that, Regina knew; not since he had tasted--figuratively speaking--his first pussy. He wasn't about to settle for a kids' camp, when he was so intent upon a woman's cunt. But maybe the others?
Regina said, "I don't know. My boy is older than yours, and feels he's beyond such things as summer camps."
Stella giggled over her drink. "Then get him a girl and a motel, keep him gone for at least a weekend."
Laughing with her friend, Regina said, "Now there's an idea. How about your own children?"
"Them? Little Carey and Judy? I'll admit that they're real good looking kids, but they're very young. Too young, I'd say. They still chew bubble gum."
Regina looked at the closet and wondered what Carey thought about that opinion. Stella was in for a shock, no doubt. But who was going to tell her? Regina was fast losing her nerve, and Carey wasn't going to pop out of that closet to confront his mother.
She said, "Oh, I don't know, Stella; kids grow up fast these days, and as mothers, we just don't recognize that fact. We try to keep them babies, when they're actually young adults."
"Here's to young adults," Stella grinned, "and to old kids like us. We'll keep shipping the real kids to movies or whatever, or leave them home and go to a motel."
Regina finished her brandy and made a face. "Wow! If I don't knock off this stuff, I won't be much good by evening. And Stella--" she paused, not knowing exactly how to go about the next thing she wanted to say, but it needed to be said, all the same. "Stella, about that little moment between us last night--I never--well, I never felt that way about any other woman before. I never even imagined it."
Dark and beautiful, Stella's eyes held hers for a long, penetrating moment. "I know what you mean; I never did, either. I've only heard about it, and I swear it never seemed to hold any interest for me. Until last night, when I was so hot, so stirred up and ready for even more loving."
Nodding, Regina said softly, "There was a--a pull, a tenderness. We're not queer, not lesbians, but at that moment, I wondered what it would be like to--to hold you and love you."
"Me, too." Stella breathed. And I'm getting eager right now, bringing
it out into the open like this. Regina--"
She'd almost forgotten the kid in the closet, but Regina remembered him just in time. "Darling--there's something I have to do first; really. Tonight; I promise you, we'll do something about that tonight, when the guys are worn down. Will that be all right, Stella?"
"Sure," Stella said, not sounding sure. "If you'd rather not--"
"Oh darling, I do want to! It's just--" desperately, Regina winked and grimaced, made a motion toward the closet. "--just that I think someone else is in the house right now. We don't want to spoil anything."
Stella winked back and stood up, wobbling a little. "Oh, I get it.
Okay, dear; I'll hold you to your promise tonight. Your place or mine?"
"Over here," Regina answered quickly. "I'll have something to eat, some
rum punch--"
Drifting near, Stella put her hands upon Regina's hips and looked up into her face. A smaller woman, her breasts didn't reach nipple-to-nipple with Regina's, but she pressed the conical mounds into Regina's rib cage, and managed a caress with the tops of her tits against the bottom of Regina's tits. The touch of them was a jolt, and so was the pressure of Stella's soft mound against her thigh.
"Kiss me," Stella murmured.
Her lips were very soft and mobile, and the wet brushing of her tongue was a damp flame. Regina put her arms around the other woman and drew her tightly to her body, kissing her fiercely and hungrily, their tongues blazing together, their teeth raking, clashing. Regina rubbed her pussy into the small, vibrant body, and had it rubbed back.
Gasping, Regina broke the embrace and stepped quickly back, holding on
to the edge of the sink for support, her head spinning and her eyes
gone suddenly hazy. "H-hey! That was too much. If we don't--don't break
this up now, I'm not sure we ever will. Stella, please--"
"Okay; all right, darling. I'll go now. I just wanted to be certain you felt the same way, had the same kind of fever raging in your belly. You do. So I can wait until tonight. See you then, pretty woman."
With that parting shot, Stella was gone, leaving behind her a disturbed woman, a strangely aroused Regina Abbott who didn't know which way to turn. She hadn't really considered having sex with another woman, but now she was confused, teased into wanting something totally different.
Carey was standing beside her before she realized he had left the closet. "That was something else! I always knew my mother was hot to trot, but I never figured she'd go for a woman, too. Oh wow, I almost came in my hand, just watching you two."
"Carey," she said, "you're going to have to help. I wanted to tell her about you and me, but I just couldn't. You--you know my son pretty well; how do you think Dale would react, if you told him he had a chance to blackmail Stella, the same way you put the pressure on me, at first?"
He stared. "Me--get Dale to screw my mother?"
"Why not? I'll bet he's been eyeing her; she's lovely enough to attract men and boys of all ages."
"Yeah," Carey breathed. "That's for sure. But--yeah; I'll tell him. We can work it out, Dale and me, and I'll back him up, in case he gets scared or something. Then nobody will try to ship us all off to camp, right?"
"That's the idea," Regina said. "Think you can find him this afternoon?"
He moved close to her and she saw the hard bulge in his jeans; if he had jacked off in the closet, he was ready again. "Right after you fuck me, Mrs. Abbott. I can't stand it any longer, hearing you and Mom talk about fucking each other's husbands, then listening to you, watching you, kiss each other and get ready to make it tonight. My cock is about to split, it's so hard."
Regina edged away. "Damn it, we can't! I don't know where Bill is, or when the kids will come home, or--okay, Carey. Let's duck out into the back yard, and I'll take the edge off you."
Behind the barbecue pit was a lilac bush, thick now with leaves and blooms. Leading him to it, she went down on her knees, turned where she could face the house and know when anyone came in.
"Come on, darling," she said. "Take it out of your pants."
Wide-eyed, he stared down at her, his hand fumbling with his zipper.
"You--you mean--"
She helped him, unhooked the top snap of the jeans and drew them far down his slim legs. His prick jumped out like a flagpole, neat and purple-shiny on its eager head where the drop of clear, slippery juice trembled in the sun.
"I'm going to suck your sweet cock," she said, fondling his lightly haired balls and using her fingertips to caress the pulsating shaft. "I'm going to eat your prick, Carey. It's the first time for you, isn't it--the very first time you're putting your prick into anyone's mouth?"
"Yes," he said, "y-yes, ma'am. But you--I--you--"
She shut him up by bringing her face forward and kissing the droplet of pre-seminal fluid from the tip of his prick. He gasped in sudden shock, and she put both hands around to take the boy by the smooth cheeks of his slim young ass, so she could hold him in position. Then Regina put her tongue to the throbbing bulb, tasting the wetness, the sponginess and the inner hardness there, tasting the very essence of the boy.
Sucking the knob into her lips, she worried it some with her teeth, delighted to hear him moan above her, joyous at the movement of his crotch and the hands that came gently down to caress her hair.
Regina drew his cockhead deeper, pulled it over her tongue and across the roof of her mouth, bringing it back to touch the velvet cup of her throat. A shudder ran through the boy and she dug her nails into his ass to hold him up; for a second there, she thought his knees were going to buckle and let him collapse.
Sticking the tip of her tongue into the slot of his prick head, she pushed it deep as it would go, then drew it out to run hotly and wetly around the circumcised rim. As she slid her mouth back, Carey kept trembling, but gave a little wiggle of his crotch that told her he was picking up the rhythm, getting the idea.
He loved it, adored the way she used her lips and tongue on his slippery cock; she could tell by the panting, the uncoordinated movements of his pelvis and the way his delicious young prick bobbed inside her mouth. Regina began to suck it then, dipping her cheeks in, then puffing them back out, pulling his cock deep, then shoving it back with her tongue.
Her hands were busy, too--one of them cupping his balls, squeezing and tickling, the other toying with the base, the shaft, playing with it as she continued to suck. Carey jerked uncontrollably, held to her head and started to actually fuck her face, pumping his cock into her throat, pulling it to him in preparation for another long and lunging stroke.
She rode with him, biting sometimes, lapping sometimes, always drawing his beautiful prick as deep as she could possibly take it. Regina caressed his ass, trailed her fingers into the cleft, brought them around to his balls again. The speed of his thrusts increased, and she closed her eyes, waiting, helping, hurrying along the sky-rocketing burst of semen that was swiftly building to release.
It came with tender violence, in a fountain of come that gushed hotly into her throat, passing over the roof of her mouth and sliding greasy along her trembling tongue. It came with a hissing ejaculation that bathed her inner cheeks with the treasured juices of his balls, and Regina lost herself totally in the gulping of the precious stream.
Faintly musky, slightly sour and slightly sweet, the semen was thrilling in the exotic blending of its flavors, delicious as it oozed down her straining avid throat. She drank it lasciviously, siphoning for more and more, until at last the quivering spurts diminished into nothingness.
Still, she clung to the boy's ass, chewed lightly upon his prick and licked at a drying head. Regina had forgotten that she'd led him out here under the lilac bush to get rid of him quickly, before he could compromise her in her own home. She forgot everything except the fantastic intimacy that eating a cock brought her, the feeling of both dominance and passivity.
Only when Carey Baker wavered and held to her head for support, did she let up on him, allowing his prized shaft to slide from her reluctant lips. It made a plopping sound, and she couldn't resist moving her lips along the pole to nuzzle briefly into the shaggy blackness of his pubic hair.
Carey's crotch hair would be the same color as his mother's, she thought, and probably of the same general texture. Breathing deeply, Regina sat back from the boy and knew a moment of envy for her husband. Bill Abbott had already tasted the honey of Stella's mound, through both his tongue and his prick. Tonight, she thought--tonight.
"Mrs. Abbott," Carey sighed, "that was--it was so great, so far-out--I wanted to cry and yell and faint, kind of."
She stood up. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, dear. Your daddy gets a big kick out of it, too. He taught both your mom and me how to do it, you know--how to eat prick."
For some reason, she wanted to hurt him just a little, and by the stricken look on his face, she had succeeded. Maybe it was because he was going to get her own son into a situation where Dale could also fuck Stella Baker. Was she jealous of her own son, too?
"Hey," she said contritely, "I didn't mean that badly. Before very long, we'll all be swinging together. Maybe you can make it with Bill and me, or your father and me."
"I--I'd like that," he said. "I think."
She watched him closely as he pulled up his shorts and jeans, as his still-rigid prick was tucked safely from sight. "But you'd rather fuck your mother?"
Carey flinched visibly, and dropped his eyes. "I--I didn't say that. I
mean, after all, she's my mom, and just because I helped you and my
dad, and Mr. Abbott--"
She said it softly, wonderingly, because now it was very plain to her:
"You want to fuck your mother more than anything in the world."
He swallowed and his face went red. "She--one time I got to see her do it with my dad. It was--it was crazy, and I hid in their bedroom closet and jacked off three times while I watched his prick slide in and out of her beautiful, beautiful pussy. Three times I came, and it was like I hadn't come at all, because when she moaned and shook that gorgeous little ass, when she told him how good his cock felt, it was like I could go over and pull him out from between her legs and fuck her myself, all night long, fuck her over and over and over, rolling around in that wonderful cunt until I just died."
Regina touched his face tenderly. "Poor darling, to need so much, to suffer so much. I'll help you. Honest I will. One way or another, you'll get to screw your mom, and soon."
CHAPTER TEN
Breathlessly, Regina waited, being a peeper again, but with a vast difference this time. Now she wasn't screwing anyone; she was crouching in the hallway of the Baker home, waiting for Stella to come out of the bathroom into her bedroom.
Her son Dale was already in the bedroom, jittery and pale, but with a set to his jaw that meant he was determined to carry this event through to the finish. Regina's heart beat very fast, with him and for him, and her fingernails dug into the wood of the door through which she peeped.
Carey Baker had been very fast, finding Dale down at the drugstore and setting the whole thing up within an hour. She couldn't believe it had taken only that long, when Carey called her on the phone to tell her he had Dale in the house. She'd better come right over, he said, because his mother was in the shower and nobody else was home yet.
He'd stand guard below, and keep anyone from coming upstairs, he said-- if she wanted to be in on it. And of course, Regina had wanted to be in on it, wanted to see and hear it all from the very beginning. She had run across the yards and through the kitchen and practically leaped up the stairs past a shaky boy at the foot of them.
And now she saw her son standing slim-hipped and a little scared, standing almost as tall as his father, but slimmer and with her own coloring.
He looked golden in his teeshirt and jeans, his hair long and wavy, the profile of his face like something from an ancient coin. Regina knew a dart of pain in her belly, an uncertainty, an envy that made her mouth bitter. Stella would have this beautiful young man; Stella would take him on the bed there, feeding upon his bronzed beauty.
She came from the bathroom with a fluffy towel around her hips, her firm, high tits bouncing, their nipples not yet erect, but ripe as olives. When she saw the waiting boy, Stella stopped in mid-stride and tried to make the towel cover the rest of her freshly scrubbed, lithe body; it didn't make it. One breast was still exposed, and one thigh gleamed darkly.
"Dale! What--what the hell--"
He said it rapidly: "I--I know you've been making it with my dad, and I can prove it. Do you--I mean--I can show Polaroid pictures to your kids. And you--you wouldn't want that."
Staring through the crack in the door, Regina watched Stella's shocked face and realized that the woman was still about half-smashed from the brandy they had downed earlier. When the first surprise faded from Stella's eyes, it was replaced by a hot, calculating glow.
"No," Stella said, "I guess I wouldn't want that. So why did you sneak into my bedroom and tell me? Do you want money?"
He shook his head, his hands clenched at his thighs. "No; n-no money. I
want--I want--"
Stella smiled, a feral and wet smile. "Me? I'm your payoff, Dale? If you want me, go on and say it."
"Yes," he managed. "Damn it--I want you, Mrs. Baker. Very badly. If there was some other way--but there isn't, and I don't care what I have to do, to make you swing with me. I want you that much."
Stella let the towel drop to the floor, and the boy's eyes followed it only so far down, then fixed upon the furry blackness of her pubic mound. She said, "That's nice, Dale; being wanted that much, so much that you'd dare this. Is it just because I've been screwing your father, and you think I'm a pushover?"
He shook his head, and Regina felt very sorry for him. "No," he said. "I've always wanted to--to screw you, Mrs. Baker. It's been one of my dreams."
She was purring now, taking one slow gliding step after the other toward him, "Nice; I like that. I really like that. And you don't have to threaten me, Dale Abbott. I've been watching you for a long time, also. Only I had no idea how to go about making you; none at all. That's solved now, isn't it?"
She was against him, her tits boring into his chest, her hands sliding over his hips, her own lower body making a slow, sensuous motion.
"I guess so," he sighed, his hands going around her, dipping like golden swallows for the round hummocks of her ass.
She walked him back the couple of steps to the bed, and they went down on it together. Regina's breath caught in her throat as she watched the near-savage attack Stella was making upon her son. The woman had the boy peeled from his clothing in a matter of a few panting seconds, and was wiggling all over him. It was only when they rolled side by side that Regina got her first look at Dale's prick.
It was long and round; it was white as the strip of untanned skin around his ass, but it was lovely. The head was purple, the veins artistically placed around the pulsing shaft. Beautiful, Regina thought, modeled to perfection, as were the golden-haired balls below it. Her son's cock; not his dingle or his peepee, but his prick; his male, man's organ called a prick.
They were kissing hungrily, and Regina could catch swift glimpses of Stella's tongue as it darted into Dale's open lips. She saw his hands cupping the woman's round tits, saw his pelvis hunching at her belly, and watched the gleaming length of that stiff prick sliding across the tender skin of Stella's groin.
"Take him!" she hissed. "Take him into your cunt and fuck him!"
Her heart was threatening to run away, her pulse pounding erratically in her throat, nearly choking her, and Regina knew such excitement that it was dizzying. She leaned her shoulder against the door frame and braced her suddenly weakened legs, but she would not stop looking, could not.
Stella slid deftly beneath Dale, positioning herself in the age-old stance of the female ready for the male to mount. But even though Dale was trembling all over, he didn't immediately crawl on top of the woman. His face reached down and found the conical hills of her tits, rubbing his cheeks into them, rubbing his nose back and forth over the stiffly erect nipples.
Then he licked at one, pulled it into his mouth and sucked. His hands were running all over Stella's lower body, and she crooned to him, petting him as he felt the hills and valleys of her flesh. Dale's hand eased between her shapely thighs to find the rich warmth of her mound, and Regina saw the slow smile that spread upon Stella's lips.
"That's right, Dale--feel me, taste my tit, love me. I want you just as wildly as you want me--you're such a handsome boy. I need someone young and virile, someone strong to fuck me. Slip your finger into my pussy, Dale--ahh, that's good. Oh yes--wiggle it around and find the clit. It's up under the little hood, darling--ahh!"
Now her son was moving between the spread and knees-up legs, his beautiful prick standing straight out, the purple head of it gleaming. Regina stared breathlessly as the cockhead approached the thickly-bushed cunt, as it settled into the scarlet labia. She saw the tightening of her son's naked ass, saw the steady penetration of his prick as the knob slipped into Stella's well-lubricated cunt-lips.
The length of his cock disappeared, and his golden balls swung down to nestle lovingly into the cleft of Stella's uptilted ass. He had a good grip on her thighs and kind of hung still for a long, loving moment before backing out his prick for another stroke, and his shaft glistened with the woman's cunt juices as he did so.
"Wonderful, wonderful," Stella said, her arms around his neck and her tits crushed tightly to his chest. "Oh Dale, your prick is so hard and wonderful. Fuck me deep, darling--fuck me strong and deep and for a long, long time!"
Regina sucked in some air, held it in her lungs to steady herself. Her own cunt was throbbing insanely, and her tits ached. Her son was fucking Stella Baker, screwing her with powerful, bottom-touching thrusts; her son, and she was jealous. She wanted, craved, that lovely young cock for herself, and be damned to whatever moralistic nonsense that said no.
Stella gyrated her entire lower body, shook her ass and hunched her crotch up to the steadily-stroking prick. She bit the boy's throat and lanced his back with her fingernails, moaning and gasping as she did so.
"Oh darling, darling! Stick it to me, sweet boy--pour that prick to me, stuff my cunt with it, ram it home to the balls. Oh, Dale--oh, you lovely, stiff-dicked boy!"
The words rang familiarly in Regina's head, and she recalled that she'd said something of the kind herself, to another boy--to Stella's son Carey. Tit for tat, or ass for ass, but that wasn't what Regina needed now. She needed the same cock Stella was getting, the very special prick that was ramrodding Stella's fortunate pussy.
"Mrs. Baker--Stella--you're so hot and slippery inside, so tight-- narrow as a girl's pussy--feels so good, so good."
The pace was fast and furious, their bodies blurring, twisting sweatily together in sinuous coilings and uncoilings. They kissed, their mouths glued together, but their groans of rapture escaped anyway. They couldn't keep it up, Regina thought, it was impossible to keep up that kind of fucking without--
"Coming," Dale panted. "oh--oh wow!--I'm coming!"
"Me, too! I'm coming, too--darling, darling! Shove that prick to me, fuck me--ohhh! Fuck me!"
Regina clawed the door, bit her lower lip until it threatened to bleed, and knew a moment of incredible lightheadedness. Maybe she reached a quick orgasm, a fleeting climax; she could never be certain. She knew that she somehow identified with the lovely woman, squirming upon her son's prick, that Regina seemed to become Stella for a bright slice of time.
It was over as quickly, even while Dale's balls were still leaping upward to hurl the volcanic eruption of his semen into the clenching cunt around his embedded prick. She was herself, once more Regina Abbott, but never truly again the same Regina after witnessing her son fucking a woman.
Had she always had this morbid desire for Dale? She didn't think so, at least, not until a few years ago, when he stopped being a baby and started to turn into a man. Regina stared awhile longer at the two of them curled on the bed, at the exquisite sinking of her son's cock in the loving caress of Stella's hot pussy.
Then, with an effort, she straightened and turned away from the door. Her legs moved awkwardly, stiffly, to carry her along the hallway and down the stairs. She made it out into the yard and through the hedges, but then her legs failed her and she collapsed to sit upon the edge of her own barbecue pit.
That was where Carey Baker joined her. His face was red and there was a stunned look in his eyes that almost matched her own glazed expression. He said quietly, "That was something, wasn't it? I couldn't take it any longer, just standing guard, so I took the ladder around to the side of the house and climbed up to peep in the window. Man oh man, but Dale really put the meat to my mom, didn't he? She didn't look like she was resisting any, shaking her ass and yelling like that for him to fuck her, fuck her."
Regina unclenched her hands and looked down at them in surprise. "No, Stella didn't resist. If you'd been there earlier, you'd have heard her say that she's been watching him for years, hoping for some way to get together. Well, she sure got together with him. You saw how fast they were screwing. It didn't last long, but it was hectic while it did. And nobody has come back down yet; they're probably fucking again--or else your mom is teaching my son the joys of oral sex, going down on him."
Carey said, "They're probably still fucking. I know if I had my prick in my mother's pussy, I'd never want to pull it out again. She's a really hot piece of ass, my mom; she's beautiful and sexy and she loves to be fucked. I only hope she'll fuck me, soon."
Regina put her hand over the boy's. "I'm sure there'll be a way. We'll work it out."
"How'd you dig it?" he asked. "Seeing your son screw my mother?"
"I--I enjoyed it," Regina answered. "I really did. It kind of shook me up, but I--well, maybe I realized something, watching them fuck so wildly."
"Like you want to fuck Dale, too?"
She nodded. "Something like that. But my husband mustn't know. He's all wrapped up in sharing me with your daddy, but I'm not at all sure how he'd feel about his own kid sticking me. I'm not sure how I feel about it, either. I mean, I want him, want to screw him, to feel that marvelous young prick in me--but will I actually do it? I don't know."
"Maybe my mom is thinking something like that," Carey said. "Worrying about my dad and all. She might be wondering how it would be, to fuck me. I hope so. Oh man, I hope so."
Regina squeezed his hand. "You're an attractive, horny boy, and I'm sure she's thinking of it. I'll help you, Carey. Now I have to help you get into your own mother, so the opportunity will come for me, too. I'll get to her when she's--all hot and excited, and we'll talk about you, about Dale."
"Tonight," he said. "Try to make it tonight?"
"I will," she promised. "And maybe you can sneak Dale into the house, the two of you see what goes on between both sets of your parents? That way, he wouldn't be so scared of me."
He grinned and put a hand between his legs. "We'll be there."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
They had the lights low, and two shakers of icy martinis, and the stereo going softly in the background. Regina looked around at the way Bill had helped her arrange the couches facing each other, with nothing in between. It looked good; in fact, it looked perfect, and she was happy to know where the two girls were--over at a friend's house for the night.
The boys would be watching from over there somewhere, through an opening left in the window curtains. She glanced that way now, and knew an additional thrill, because they were probably already in place and anxious for the show to get underway.
They'd be seeing their mothers and fathers screwing, watching them change over and share, eyeing the oral sex that was sure to follow the first frenzied releases of passions. And after that, what? She had promised Stella there would be time for them to know each other, when the men were too worn down to object. She and Stella would make love, however two women did it.
That should turn everybody on, the men and the hidden boys, and maybe there would be some mixed-up sharing then. The poor boys would just have to sweat it out, until possibly later. If not that night, then there was always tomorrow.
She smoothed her thin dressing gown and lifted her nipples against the material, standing tall and sleek, hoping that her son was getting a good view. When she moved, she allowed the robe to fall back from her smooth thighs, showing off her long legs to best advantage.
Bill wore a robe, too; it was his white terry-cloth, and he looked good in it, his hairy legs muscled and stocky. They had decided on robes as the best to wear, since they were the easiest to get out of. Regina had called the idea to Stella, who agreed.
She hadn't yet said anything to Stella about screwing Dale, and she wouldn't, until sometime later in the evening. Then she'd also have to confess to fucking Carey. By then, it shouldn't matter, and since each of the women now had three lovers, there was no good reason they shouldn't add a fourth.
Wild, Regina thought, wild. Fucking two men and two boys, with one of the boys her own son; if that wasn't a bizarre arrangement, she didn't know what could be. And the setup would probably get even more strange later on. She had no intention of stopping now, no desire to pull back without tasting all the ecstasies she could gather.
She smiled at her husband. "Ready, darling?"
He flipped back his robe and she saw his prick erect, the bulbous end glowing, the shaft thick and heavy. "Yeah," he said, "I'm ready. I've had a hard-on for an hour."
Regina touched it. "Nice, Bill; have you thought of what we ought to do first?"
He snorted. "No plans; just whatever comes naturally. Or whatever isn't natural. I don't imagine Chuck will want to fuck his own wife first, though. Here--have another drink with me."
"Sure, but let's not get too much of a head start on the Bakers, though." She accepted the cold martini and took a gulp from the glass. It helped key up her own courage, as had the others she'd downed before. And if she wasn't mistaken, Stella Baker was belting the juice pretty good about now.
The door sounded and they both jumped. Bill retained presence of mind enough to yell "come on in!" instead of going to greet them. They were friends and neighbors, and if any of them felt awkward now, it wasn't the time to show it.
Stella was stunning in a scarlet robe, a new one she must have dashed out to buy; it was long and slinky, touched with fake white fur that set off her midnight hair and opened when she walked to reveal the flawless olive skin of her legs. Her tits made the thin material stand out, and the twin cones of her nipples showed plainly--if anything about Stella could be called plain. Even her hairdo was special, piled high and exotic, and she wore false lashes.
Chuck hung back some, wrapped in a Japanese yukata and wearing rubber scuffs on his feet. Regina went straight to him, holding out a martini, locking eyes with him before she kissed him on the mouth.
"Well," Stella laughed, with that huskiness in her voice that said she
was already high, "if that's the way it's going to be right from the
start--"
She held Bill close when she kissed him, and her tongue flashed wetly as it worked in and out of his mouth. Her hips rolled suggestively beneath the filmy red robe, showing the modeling of her ass, and she pressed her body into his.
Over Stella's shoulder, Bill lifted his eyebrows, grinned and shrugged. Chuck grinned back, and the ice was broken. They had a few drinks and the music urged them to dance. Regina had almost forgotten the hidden onlookers as she glided smoothly with Chuck, feeling the bulge of his erection beneath his robe.
It was a mutual movement, a silent agreement that sent them drifting toward the couches. Bill sank down with Stella, and Regina floated down with Chuck. They did things to each other, feeling and caressing, kissing and fondling, but each couple watched the other.
Regina was first to drop her dressing gown, and as it disappeared, Chuck was at her tits, first with eager hands and then with a hungry mouth. Stroking his red-brown hair, Regina looked over at the others and smiled sensuously. She slid down as Chuck nibbled her tits and cupped her damp mound, stretched beside him so that she could take his prick in hand and show it to the on-lookers.
Stella wasn't to be outdone; she grabbed Bill's ready cock and stroked it, bent swiftly to kiss it, and Regina heard her husband's gasp of shock. But Stella didn't mean to suck him off then; she pushed him back upon the couch and placed one knee on each side of him, still fondling his hard cock as she smiled down at him, then over at her husband and Regina.
The other woman eased her furry crotch down upon Bill's upright prick, and as the flanged head slipped into her pussy lips, she said: "Look, Chuck--isn't this what you wanted to see--Bill fucking your wife?"
"Yeah," Chuck grunted, and Regina felt his cock reaching blindly for the entrance of her labia, searching and prodding for the slippery cleft so he could also fuck.
She guided it in for him, turned so that she was under his body--as Stella had done earlier that day, to fuck young Dale--and so they could both watch the scene on the other couch. Only a few feet separated them, only a short distance between the two men and the women they were beginning to fuck. The fun part was that the wives and husbands didn't match, that technically they should only be screwing their legal mates. And seeing anyone else put his prick into the cunt of another man's wife was an unthinkable sight.
But there it was, and here they were, and as Chuck's prick sank thrillingly to the haft inside of Regina's oily pussy, across the way Stella slid all the way down on Bill's meat pole.
Regina ground her cunt on Chuck's rod, felt it slide in and out and gripped the soapy shaft with the muscles of her vagina, bearing down whenever the meaty club slid over her pulsating clitoris. It felt better somehow, more daring, more exciting, because her husband was watching her roll her ass, because her lover's wife was staring at the way Regina was eating up the hard cock with her pussy lips.
"Fuck her, Chuck," Stella said. "Put it to her good, darling--because I'm getting a--oohh!--wonderful prick here. It's away up in my pussy, Chuck. Look, darling--Bill has it in all the way up to his balls."
And Regina answered, "Your husband's cock is adorable. See it slip in and out, Bill? Look at the way Chuck shoves it to me, how he's screwing this cunt you always considered your personal property. Oh, Chuck--keep fucking me, baby!"
Only then did Regina remember about the eyes staring entranced through the far window, and hoped that the lights were bright enough for the two boys to make out every detail of the erotic action. She knew that Carey Baker must be concentrating upon his mother's movements, and that her own son was devouring her with his eyes, this second, seeing his hot mother with another man's prick pumping in her snatch.
Was Dale going out of his head with desire? Did he want to leap into the room with his prick in hand, to take turns with Chuck Baker? He did, she felt; oh, he did!
The idea turned her on more with Chuck, made her really put on a show for them all. She shook her ass and humped her pelvis, rolled her hips and made her belly do grinding tricks. Her hands cupped the balls that swung with increasing speed into the wet crack of her ass; her hands stroked Chuck's buttocks, ran light-fingered over his back to his neck, and as her eyes turned glazed in the throes of her heat, she nibbled down the hairy, heaving chest and found one of his hard little nipples to bite upon.
Chuck shivered violently, and pounded his cock into her pussy, hammered it in there like a pile driver gone amok, and she loved his roughness, loved the animal brutality of it. Her head bounced with every thrust, and she got one foot off the couch, onto the floor so she could brace her ass for the continuing assault.
The other foot waved in the air, lifted of its own volition, flapping back and forth with the driving rhythm of Chuck's strokes. Now she was really being fucked, and the sensation drove everything else from her mind--her staring husband and Stella riding his prick, her son and Stella's son at the far window--everything fled except the tom-tom beating reality of the fucking that Chuck Baker was giving her.
"Uh!" she grunted, and "Ummm!" she moaned, when she had been trying to make words, but no words came out, only the animal noises of rutting.
She was faintly conscious of the other couple, saw the sporadic movements of them on the couch, but they registered only as naked blurs in her mind. She fucked her lover back with all the power at her command, with the strength of her cunt and the gyrations of her ass and the attacks of her pelvis. She took his strokes and turned them back on him, grinding on his shaft, trying to pinch the head off his cock.
Her nails were raking into the cheeks of his sweaty ass, and she heard the slurp-slosh! noises of his prick hammering into the juicy, suctioning hole of her pussy. Somehow, her panting mouth found his, and somehow she managed to get enough air, even as she tongued him and bit his lips.
"You bitch!" he gasped. "Oh, you hot-assed bitch--lay it up to me, Regina, you prick-crazy woman--come on, come on! I'm about to come--to--come--AHH!"
And the molten lava of his prick burst like a shower of wet sparks into the farthest reaches of her flexing vagina, rained thick and creamily upon the gaping mouth of her cervix, and began to soak, burrowing into the walls of her pussy.
She bucked upon the stilled rod of his cock, twisted her pussy in near-agony upon the deeply seated prick and knew the moment of glory when the universe wheeled about her head. She came, and her legs straightened out to shudder. She came, her asshole twitching and her belly in knots.
At the far rim of reality, she heard the moaning of Stella Baker, and the words the other woman was using to lash Bill into a furious screwing, too. Eyes closed, Regina lay limply with Chuck's throbbing cock buried in her pussy, knowing one ripple after another of bright and searing rapture as it pinwheeled out from her clit, out through her trembling vagina, out to the reaches of her belly and the racing juices of her entire inflamed body.
Oh, she thought; it was marvelous to come so violently that the world was lost in the orgasm. It was fantastic to come so completely that the world centered itself in the joys of her cunt.
Deep breaths wracked her body almost like sobs, and two fat tears went sliding from beneath her lashes to speed down her cheeks. Only truly well-fucked women could know what it was to cry for happiness, she thought. When the tears were gone, she turned her head once more, and peered at the other couch as the waves of her climax subsided for the moment.
She saw them relaxed, Stella flopped over upon his chest now, but with the base of his prick still protruding from the steamy ring of her cunt lips. The other woman's ass was so smooth, so faultless, and it contracted so beautifully, smoothed again in such a lovely fashion.
Chuck lifted himself carefully from her supine body, pulled out his cock with a gulping sound and sat back, sweat pouring down his chest and hairy belly. He felt around and found the remains of his last martini.
Regina sat up, too, blowing hair out of her eyes, still a bit dizzy from the far-out experience. Putting her feet on the floor, she breathed deeply for another long moment before standing up. The martini pitcher seemed very heavy, but she managed to pour herself one, and was grateful for the icy tang in her mouth, for the jolt of gin in her stomach.
She felt a hand on her hip, and turned to look her husband in the eyes.
He was intent, his face shining. "Regina--that was terrific, but I
want--I want you now. Can we--"
"Give me a second," she said. "I'm a little wobbly, but I'm certainly willing. Are you ready to go again, so soon?"
"I will be," he said, "if I can get around a couple of drinks. What a sight you were, darling--fucking like the proverbial mink, screwing so fast that your ass was a blur."
"Yes," she said, "Chuck was really savage this time. Did you fuck Stella the same way?"
"Best I could," he said, downing a martini in three swallows. "She's a lot of little woman."
Smiling, Regina toasted the other couple with her glass. "I'll drink to that--and to the upcoming orgy."
Behind her, she could feel eyes boring into her naked back; the boys were watching and yearning, but she could do nothing for them--yet.
CHAPTER TWELVE
It was only a little strange, Regina thought, for the four of them to be sitting at the bar naked, eating and drinking with almost the same composure they would have maintained if they had been fully clothed.
She looked at Stella's bare tits, and the half-hard pricks of both men, and served the snacks without a bobble. She'd decided on light snacks for replenishment, rich stuff that wasn't heavy, depending mostly upon the liquor to keep the party rolling--the gin, and the urgent lust they were all displaying, plus the interest they all obviously had in each other.
Regina thought of the boys, and hoped they were making out all right. If they hadn't already jacked off, they would before long, because what she had in mind next would run any watcher up the wall. She wanted both men to work on her, or on Stella--and if their strength held out, for the four of them to somehow tie it all in together.
Changing tapes on the stereo, she mixed another pitcher of drinks and moved the snack trays out of the way. One by one, she kissed them all, Chuck, Bill and lastly, Stella. Lingering upon Stella's lips, she murmured, "I'll take them both on, if that's all right with you."
"Go ahead," Stella said. "I'll get mine later--and I'm not forgetting your promise for you and me."
Regina kissed her again, and this time dared to cup Stella's tits, feeling the warm satin of them, feeling the nipples rise at her touch. "I remember, darling."
Turning to the men, she said, "All right, gentlemen--which of you gets which end of me? I want both of you in me."
They glanced quickly at each other, her husband and her lover. Bill's face turned pink, and Chuck wore a sheepish grin when he said, "Husband first, I guess."
Bill said quietly, "I'd like to fuck her, and maybe change over after. She's carrying your fresh come in her pussy, Chuck, so I'd like to feel it on my prick."
"Okay," Chuck answered. "Then Regina can blow me at the same time."
Glancing at his wife he said, "You'll be okay, Stella?"
"Sure," Stella said. "I'll just watch, and join in when I can. It's all very exciting, dear."
Rolling her hips, Regina walked from the bar and to the center of the room. She took a pillow from the couch and placed it on the floor, then stretched out to put her head on it. Holding up her arms and spreading her legs, she said to her husband: "Come on, Bill--put that cock in me; climb on top of me and get between my thighs and shove your prick into my cunt. Chuck just fucked me a little while ago, and he left some jelly stuff inside my pussy."
Bill was trembling when he knelt between her legs, and his cock was now standing stiffly out, the head of it swollen and reddish lavender, beginning to leak just a bit. His hand touched her dewy cunt, felt gently over the curly pubic hairs and caressed the damp labia. She smiled hotly up at him and rolled her ass, ground her pelvis to show him how eager she was, and how ready to accept his cock.
He prodded her mound with the head of his prick, rubbed the knob up and down her soft lips a few times before guiding it into the opening and giving a long, hard push. Bill's shaft slid into her vagina, and her pussy lips clung lovingly around it, her cunt walls closed adoringly upon it, and she gave a little sigh of affection as he pushed the head of his prick all the way home.
"That's nice, darling," she said. "I'm very sensitive in there, so soon after being screwed by another man. Do you feel Chuck's come in me, darling? Am I hotter and juicier?"
Bill groaned in answer, and pushed his palms under the cheeks of her ass so he could lift her pelvis to him for another long and penetrating stroke. She looked beyond him to where Chuck Baker stood, his pole in hand and his hairy thighs spread apart to show the sac of his balls.
He moved slowly around them, until he stood above her head. She stared up at the jutting shaft above her, at the furry sac and the powerful legs. A new thrill shot through her when her husband continued to thrust feverishly into her clinging pussy.
Chuck lowered himself carefully, spreading his knees as he squatted. His prick came down, down, and she looked up wide-eyed at the writhing network of veins beneath the rounded trunk, at the glistening head that had only a few minutes before been buried in her cunt.
Tilting her chin up and her head back, Regina reached for the male shaft, took it in her fingers and drew the knob of it down until she could kiss it.
She murmured, "Oh, how lovely it is. Look, Bill--I'm kissing Chuck's prick, touching the end of my tongue into the slot, licking at the juice there. Oh, it tastes so good, so sexy! Watch me, my husband, while I take the head of this beautiful cock into my mouth and suck on it."
She felt her husband's prick cram itself to the balls as she opened her lips to the cock above her face. Chuck lowered himself, bent at the belly so that she could take his cock into her mouth. She did it gladly, hungrily, lapping furiously at the spongy head and around its rim, then sucking half the length of the cock itself down her throat. Her teeth were gently teasing around the stem, and her cheeks sucked in from the pull she exerted upon it.
Chuck fed the meat into her mouth, into her throat, and it was a different sensation from the other time she had sucked him off, because now his prick was upside down.
She came immediately after her husband, hunching wildly to bruise her clitoris against the stem of his prick, swinging her ass madly in the ecstatic throes of her orgasm. And of course, Regina sucked crazily on Chuck's rod, pulled and licked and nibbled, and just as her own climax was fading, he loosed another boiling stream of come into her body.
The musky taste of it, the male flavor of the seminal river, turned her on all over again, and she gobbled noisily on the prick as it continued to ejaculate in slowly ebbing spurts of passion.
One cock in her mouth, another in her cunt; one blast of come in her pussy, another sliding greasily down her throat--it was mind breaking, a tempestuous roaring of color and sight and sound, a flaring of all things hot and all things tickly.
Bill pulled his prong out of her, backed it from the clench of her jealous cunt, and her legs moved weakly as he did so. Then Chuck took his prick from her lips, and a leftover dribble of semen ran down her chin. She had barely gotten her eyes open again when the men had reversed positions. Bill was now at her head, and Chuck at her belly.
Quickly, as eagerly as if neither of them had fucked in a month, they stuck the pricks to her. Laxly, her mouth took in her husband's cock, and she realized it was strongly flavored with her own pussy oils. Without resistance, her labia parted wet and greasy to let in Chuck's rod.
Prick in her pussy, cock in her mouth--all over again; the same, but different. Her cunt responded to the new feel of Chuck's shaft by flexing hotly around it, and her clit thrummed with additional life. She licked the head of her husband's cock, licked the oozing semen and the taste of her personal inner lubrication.
Someone was fondling her tits, and a finger was working tenderly into the convulsive ring of her asshole. The prick moved with sensuous rhythm within her vagina, and the prick slid with insistence within her mouth.
They held her ass and they held her head. They fucked and she siphoned, and Regina didn't think she would be able to rise so quickly to yet another climax, but she did. She came suddenly and violently, her pussy sloshing with the hot lotions of the come, that had already been deposited there. She felt liquid, felt turned into milk or honey or cream.
Tiring, she slacked off on working over her husband's prick, but Bill didn't slow up. Thrusting the head of his cock far back into her lax throat, he screwed her mouth with the same dedication that he had applied to her pussy. And when he came, the rush of searing juice almost choked her, but she swallowed it all down.
And when Chuck exploded his next release of semen into her overworked pussy, Regina only moaned with happiness and felt the overflow drip from her cunt to puddle stickily in the crack of her ass.
She went weak and floating, and in a stage of semi-sleep, knew dimly that the men were removing their shafts from her listless body. One of them helped her to a sitting position, and the other held a glass of cold martini to her lips. Gratefully, she drained the glass, swallowing this chaser of gin behind the double shots of semen she had downed.
A little stronger, she was lifted and balanced upon her feet, then led to the bar where they helped her to climb upon a stool. Stella Baker refilled her glass and said, "That does it for the night, with these guys. They'll never manage to get it up again; not after coming three times each."
"I--I'm sorry, Stella," Regina breathed hoarsely. "I didn't mean to cut you out of more fun. It just happened."
Stella caressed her cheek. "That's all right, darling. You and I don't have to raise hard-ons; that's a nice thing about being a woman. We can swing just about any time we want."
"And we will," Regina promised. "I'm kind of dragged out just now, but give me another drink and a breather, and I want to make it with you, Stella. I really do."
"I know," Stella said. She poured drinks for the two men who were now sitting limply upon stools, too. "You guys had your ball, and before long, I'm going to have mine--with Regina. What do you think about that?"
Bill nodded. "I think it's fine."
Chuck said, "You and Regina--like lesbians?"
"Like lovers," she corrected him. "Like fucking."
"Sure," Chuck said. "It just didn't register with me at first; kind of a shock. I never knew you felt that way about women."
"I didn't either," Stella said, lifting her glass and peering into its depths. "And I may not feel that way--except for Regina. Besides, it will open up all sorts of new things for us, different possibilities."
"Yeah," Bill Abbott breathed, almost with reverence.
Regina finished her drink and started on another one. Her lips were slightly numb and her head was buzzing, but she was beginning to feel good again. She looked over at the strip of darkness between the curtains at the far window and wondered how the boys had taken that last wild scene.
How did Dale feel, seeing his mother suck one man's cock while his father fucked her? And when the men had changed over, so that she ate his dad's prick and Chuck screwed her--had that driven Dale out of his skull? She wondered what he thought of the motherly image now, if he considered her to be a complete bitch.
That's how she wanted it, wanted her son to see her as she was, a hot, passionate woman who had finally kicked off all her hang-ups and wanted to fuck.
Dale could take it from there, if he had the guts to approach his own mother with his prick in hand. If not, she would do the approaching.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Rousing enough to mumble assent to her husband's idea of taking the girls to the beach for the day, Regina fell asleep again almost immediately. She was warm and snug in bed, and it was hours before she woke again.
Then she was still snug, but now alert to the fact that it wasn't her own bed, that she had slept in with Stella Baker last night. She pressed her tits into the other woman's back, and her mound into the trimly delightful shapings of Stella's ass. Swift images of the previous night flashed through her mind, pictures of what she had done with both men, then the more vivid, truly ardent scene she had made with Stella.
It had been something else, that intertwining, that soft seeking, that gentle stimulation that led finally to a marvelous orgasm, the crowning emotion of the entire night. And it had also been the last arousal, because Regina simply melted, after that. She barely recalled being helped up to bed, and she'd fallen right into a dreamless sleep.
"Mmmm-oh hi," Stella said, turning onto her back and fluttering her lashes, those sooty lashes so thick and black. "Morning, darling--you, look terrific, as always."
Regina slid an arm across Stella's tummy. "You look better than that; you look delicious."
"Do I? I feel kind of sticky." Her eyes found Regina's and turned warm.
"Last night--oh, darling."
"Yes," Regina said, hugging her friend, her lover. "I know what you mean. It was wonderful for me, too. Maybe it really takes a woman to create the sharpest climax in another woman. Oh, I go crazy over the others, too--but what we did to each other was something pretty special."
Stella's lips were ripe and near; she brought them closer for a kiss. Her tits turned and pressed into Regina's; both sets of nipples turned hard, and Stella said, "I never did it with a woman before, and I know you didn't either. So both of us were sort of cherries for each other."
"That's a pretty way to think of it. Shall we start the day right?"
They turned the kiss into a searching one, and their tits moved back and forth, fitting into their valleys, compressing, releasing. Their cunts met and blended as their tongues were blending, and the heat began to spread from their minds to their increasingly active bodies.
"So sweet," Regina murmured as her teeth raked gently over the other woman's. "So fiery and laced with honey."
"You're fabulous," Stella sighed, and her hand was the first to sneak between their bellies and find a crotch. Her finger slid into Regina's labia to feel around, to tantalize the damply hot cleft.
Regina couldn't wait to get her own fingers into that juicy, clinging cunt, and soon they were blissfully finger fucking each other, building their heat to a more blazing core, rubbing their vibrant clits into a more tingling awareness.
By mutual consent then, they withdrew their fingers and moved across each other, bodies at first diagonal, then once again longitudinal, but then ended head to foot. Regina kissed the small and shapely feet, then licked them as Stella wriggled and groaned. She felt a hot tongue on her own toes, and they kept pace with each caress, licking along the ankles and calves, spreading their lips to cover a kneecap, nipping the satiny insides of a quivering thigh.
Breath clotting in her throat, Regina stared hungrily into the thick black fur that grew so lushly over Stella's cunt. She saw the outer lips, and beneath them, peeping coyly, the inner labia of scarlet.
Regina went up into that forest of curly hairs, her tongue reaching through the tasty brush to taste the cunt lips already turning steamy, already glistening with that honeyed moistness.
Into the labia her tongue went, pressing on into the hidden folds, on into the cavity itself, and her teeth came against the cunt lips. The flavors were rich and heavily scented with the special musk of Stella's body; the taste was exquisite, succulent, and Regina began to eat.
Her hands cupped the slim asscheeks above her head, one fingertip tracing its way to the palpitating asshole. She drew the trembling clitoris into her teeth and sucked upon it, reveling in the flexing and heaving.
And the identical thing was happening to her as Stella's tongue tapped intriguingly against her clit, as Stella's hot mouth and teasing teeth worked over her cunt lips and delved into her vagina.
For a while they squirmed together, matching movement for movement, tingle for tingle, but their individual emotions got out of hand, and they veered off into sizzling little byways of exploration on their own.
Stella used her finger on Regina's ass, used her teeth to nip almost painfully, then sucked the clit deep into her lips and worked on it.
Regina ate deeply into the other woman's sweet pussy, burrowing, nosing, rubbing her mouth around in slippery circles, luxuriating in the spiced oils of Stella's cunt, then turned on the target of the clitoris with nearly savage intensity.
They hiked their asses and drove them wriggling down again; they ground the crotches and bumped like strippers, and as the sensations got better and better, growing more searing with each passing moment, their movements turned more spasmodic.
Regina mumbled into the hot folds of flesh and felt, rather than heard, the moan as Stella responded. Then the dams broke within them both, and the foaming liquids came tumbling, rushing out to flood their souls with fire.
Regina came in a series of twisting motions, in a lascivious, orgiastic plunging of her cunt upon her lover's mouth. Wave after wave of glorious feelings splashed within her pussy, and she sucked that much harder upon Stella's clit, bringing the other woman to a shuddering climax, too.
It was a hell of a way to say good morning, Regina thought.
Sometime later they pulled apart, and went into separate bathrooms to tidy themselves up, showering and brushing their teeth, combing hair and scenting their bodies. They met in the hall, and held hands going downstairs to breakfast.
Over coffee, Regina said, "I remember Bill coming into your bedroom this morning, and saying something about taking the girls to the beach."
Stella nodded. "With Chuck; I heard them."
"Why just the girls, and not the boys?" Regina wondered aloud.
Then she knew; the boys had turned down the trip, and for very good reasons. Carey and Dale no doubt had plans of their own, and Regina had the certain feeling that she--and Stella--were included. It was time for complete honesty between herself and Stella Baker, once merely her best friend, and now the lover of her husband, her son, and Regina herself.
Stella said, "I don't know, but I guess--"
Regina cut in: "Darling, I saw you screw Dale."
For a stretched-out second, Stella didn't look up, but when she did, her eyes were wicked, "Was I good?"
"You were second at the boys," Regina said. "Carey pulled the same blackmail stunt on me, days ago. I had to go along with what he wanted, and now I'm happy I did. He is a very sweet, very horny boy."
Blinking, Stella asked, "Did--did Carey know about your boy and me?"
"He helped set it up," Regina admitted. "Your son not only loves you, Stella--he's also in love with you. He wants you very much."
"That's why he turned Dale onto me?"
"And suggested I trade you Bill for his daddy. Stella--he and Dale were at the window last night, watching everything we did with the men, and with each other."
Stella whistled softly. "They must have had quite a night, poor kids."
Regina looked down into her coffee cup. "Did you ever consider screwing your own son?"
Shrugging, Stella said, "Oh, sure. But I had no idea he was already old enough. I mean, I wasn't all that sure anything would ever happen; it was just a vague idea."
"It's not vague any longer, dear. I know about me; I want it. I want to fuck Dale so badly that my mound aches, just thinking about it. He's my son, my boy--but I want to feel his hard young prick in my pussy. I need to fuck him, and I will."
Stella stood up. "Then go on home, and send Carey over to me. I don't know what the hell the men have in mind, taking our daughters to the beach. It may very well be all innocent, but it can't stay that way very much longer. Let's you and I get a head start on them."
Regina got to her feet, too. "Thank you, darling--for everything."
"You're not going on a long trip," Stella smiled, "just a short vacation. Then we'll be back together, all of us. It might be real fun to go for a group right now, but I guess we'd better play it carefully, and let our boys get used to the idea first. A little privacy always helps incest along, from what I hear."
They kissed briefly, but Regina could feel the new excitement stirring through her lover's mobile lips--or was it her own emotionally-heightened sensitivity?
She hurried across the adjoining back yards, and was well into the kitchen before she slowed and looked around. The house was quiet, but she sensed life in it. She found them in the living room, sitting quietly.
"Carey," she said gently, "your mother wants you."
He looked up at her. "I've been waiting a long time. Does she really want me?"
"Maybe even as much as you want her," Regina said. "Hadn't you better go see?"
He leaped off the couch and ran past her, head down and legs pumping furiously. The back door slammed behind him, and Regina was left alone in the living room with her own son.
"Hello, Mom," Dale said.
She saw the clean young strength of him, the blond loveliness so masculine and dazzling to her eyes. "Hello, son. Did you enjoy yourself last night?"
He said, "Yes and no. I just about freaked out a couple of times."
"You're a strong young man," she said. "I know that, because I had the opportunity to watch you when you laid Mrs. Baker. And a strong young man should have been driven out of his head by what you watched happen last night."
He touched his tongue to his lips; his fingers curled around his knees.
"I jacked off twice."
She peeled back her robe, her rumpled one from the wild evening before. It glided down her body and she stood there naked before him, showing her tits, her mound, to her boy. "You don't have to do that now. Am I pretty to you, Dale? Am I sexpot enough for you?"
He drew his teeshirt over his head and pulled down the zipper of his jeans. "You're the most beautiful woman in the whole world; your tits are the roundest and heaviest; your pussy is the loveliest thing I've ever seen in my life."
She took a step toward him. "Then you want me? As a woman, as your lover?"
Dale yanked off his jeans and kicked away his shorts. He sat on the couch with his slim blond-haired legs spread wide, with his majestic young prick climbed high, throbbing from his head to the wooly fluff of his balls.
He said, "I want to fuck you, Mother. I want to do all the things to you that Dad has been doing to you all these years. I saw how hot you are, how they fucked you while you gave them head. I saw how crazy you got with Mrs. Baker. I want you to do that with me. I need my prick in your cunt, you beautiful, hot mother-bitch. Come here and straddle me. Come right over here and let me kiss those gorgeous tits."
She was almost numb, but tiny prickles of vivid excitement ran up her spine as her legs took her obediently to the boy. She held his head tenderly between her palms as he kissed her breasts, as his lovely mouth caressed her nipples. When Dale sucked on them, she flinched and her knee came into contact with his hard cock.
She was dizzy again, swaying back and forth, and he sensed her weakness, put his hands on her waist and guided her down to the couch. They sat side by side, and she was fondling his incomparable young cock while he caressed the steamy mysteries of her mound.
Regina wasn't the teacher she had thought she would be, for his tongue was lancing softly down her throat, his hands were deftly knowing. She thought hazily that he could not have learned so quickly from Stella, that one long, involved fuck session with the glamorous neighbor woman wouldn't have made this boy so experienced.
His finger was in her vulva, moving tenderly, and she moved upon it, with it, churning lightly upon this small intruder and shivering whenever it touched her clitoris. She kissed him back, sucked upon his tongue, and her fingers played over his cock from spongy head to sacked testicles.
He jerked his head away, took his mouth from hers. "Damn! I'm about to pop off in your hand, Mom. Lie back, sweet woman--lie back and snuggle down on the couch, and open your thighs for me. Open those marvelous golden thighs, because your son is going to climb in between them and fuck you."
"Oh yes," she murmured, "yes, darling--of course." And she fitted herself to the contours of the couch, opening all the portals of her body for the entrance of her best loved.
He was anxious now, the polished deftness gone suddenly, now only a young and eager boy on the verge of attaining his lifetime dream. Dale poised above her, tremors rippling his body. She helped him, because it was her desire and her duty to assist him. Regina took his iron-hard prick in one hand and steered the pulsing head of it to the hairy entrance of her pussy.
A strangled sound broke from Dale's lips, and he lunged forward, burying his cock into his mother's willing cunt with one long, driving stroke. His balls came against her ass, and he caught at her hips with both hands as she twisted, as she humped up at the tremendous power of his body. His prick in her, at last--at last!
She could feel the head of it driven home, feel the pulsing shaft as her vagina closed lovingly upon it, feel the caress of his scrotum. Regina was tender and she was adoring, moving with him as he backed his rod partway from her suctioning cunt, wiggling with delicious ardor as he slid it forward again. It was wonder beyond price, a superb sensation that permeated her entire body, and she fucked slowly with him, meeting his thrusts gently.
"Mom," he groaned, "oh Mother--Mom! I can't believe I'm really in your pussy. It's hot, and magic and--oh, Mother--love me and fuck me!"
"I will, dear!" she panted. "Yes--your loving mom will fuck you. Now I'm riding your little boy prick, feeling your hard cock in me--and it's fantastic! Oh, shove it deep into your mama's cunt, darling boy.
Feed your mama all that gorgeous young meat! Ahhh, baby--oohh,
sweetheart! Sliding in and out, your mother's pussy--my son's prick--"
And their mouths met again, this time with a primitive need that made their teeth clash. Their tongues battled in frenzy, and when one retreated, it was drawn back by sucking. Sweet and hot, their breaths mingled, and the tempo of his ass increased, the beat of his screwing speeded up. He was ramming it deep and strong, and she had to lift her legs, was forced to wrap his sinuous body within their grip, so she could make him stuff one more inch of enchanted flesh into her surging vagina.
She bit his mouth, dug her nails into his ass and tried to pull him bodily into the flaming maw of her pussy, attempted to devour him with the very cunt he'd sprung from. Her pelvis battered his, and she gyrated wildly, forcing his ramrodding prick to massage her clitoris with every eager thrust. It was sweet insanity and magic madness, and she went far out into some other universe as his cock continued to sledge into her overflowing vagina.
"Coming," she cried out. "Oh Dale--Dale--son--your mother is COMING!"
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Regina held to her son, locked her legs at the ankles across the small of his warm back and wiggled slowly, very sensuously, upon his buried cock. Dale panted and groaned, and lifted her ass so that his prick could slam home deeper into her vibrating pussy.
"Mom! Oh Mother--you sweet, hot bitch! I'm going to come in you--let go my load in your cunt. Here it is--here it comes--oh Mom, Mom!
She quivered inside and out when the wondrous ejaculation hosed into her clenching pussy, when her son's young, powerful semen came spurting and splashing over her womb. The walls of her vagina clamped upon his shaft, gone very slippery in the oysterlike discharge. She bit down upon him with all the muscles of her cunt, rolled her pelvis and made his prick slosh around inside the saturated cavity of her vagina.
Dale's come, she thought--Dale's hot semen was now inundating her pussy; her son's come sliding inside her body--and it was a joy beyond description, a rapture so intense that Regina felt it like pain. How fabulous it was, to be fucked by him, how superb to be screwed by this son she had borne and raised and taught. Now she was helping teach him more about love, in the classroom of her pussy.
She never wanted him to take out his cock; she wanted to keep it captive in her body forever, to get stuck to him the way dogs sometimes do.
He breathed softly into her ear, "Mother, darling--what a crazy piece of ass you are--all hot and tight and juicy, just the way I always imagined you would be, if I ever got lucky enough to screw you. And I always dreamed about fucking you, since I was old enough to raise a hard-on. Believe me, I raised plenty of hards just looking at you. Man oh man--but I dig the way your sleek ass moves when you walk, and how your tits bob up and down, and that bitchy look around your eyes."
"My baby," she said, stroking his back and moving her ass in tender small circles, sliding her hairy pelvis over his. "Darling--I never knew. I mean, there were times when the thought of having sex with you passed briefly through my mind, but immediately following that thought came the big taboo of incest. So I shoved the idea away. Now I'm sorry I did. Just think of all the fucking we could have had by now."
"We'll make up for it, Mom," he said. "We'll fuck all we want, all we can stand, and then we'll think of something else."
"Oh son, I love you," she murmured, stroking tenderly upon his imbedded prick. "I love you in every way now--as my boy, my baby; as my lover, my husband--as my hard young prick."
He kissed her, slid his tongue into her welcoming mouth, but only for a little while; then he said against her lips: "Once I got a picture of you through the bathroom window, just when you were about to step into the shower. You were naked, and I used to stare at your body in that picture, especially at this golden, fluffy hair on your pussy, and I'd play with my cock, pretending I had it in you. Whenever you'd get a little high and go to bed with Dad, then I'd think--they're going to fuck. I'd sneak up to your door and listen. I heard you moan and talk dirty to him. I heard the bed squeak and once--I even heard the sound his cock made in your pussy when you were all wet and squishy. It made me crazy."
"Poor darling," she whispered against the smooth column of his throat. "I'll make it up to you. Dale --Stella Baker wasn't your first lay, was she?"
"No," he said. "I was fifteen when I screwed my first girl, and I've had four others since. But you know--I always pretended they were you. I'd close my eyes and pretend that I was cramming my prick into the cunt I wanted most, your cunt."
"How sweet," she said, caressing his ass. "And you didn't hate me last night, seeing me do all those things with your father and Chuck; yes, and with Stella, too?"
"Hate you? How could I, Mom? That really proved to me you were everything I hoped--so hot you'd fuck anywhere; so wild you'd suck cock and so far-out that you would swing with a woman, and play sixty-nine eating her pussy. I want you so bitchy, you'll do everything with me, and so I can do everything to you."
She sighed tremulously. "Anything you want, darling; everything you desire. Tell me something else--did any of the girls you screwed--did any of them go down on you, eat that glorious prick?"
"No," he said. "They're kind of touchy about that."
"Then I'll be the first," she said. "I'd love that. Wait--not Stella, either?"
He shook his head, kissed her lips softly. "Not her, either. I was too worn out, after fucking her three times running. She said she was going to, though."
"After me, she will," Regina said. "I'm going to get at least one cherry from my own son."
And with that, she twisted out from under him, snapped his stiff cock from the clasp of her pussy with a practiced roll of her ass, and urged him over onto his back.
"There, baby. Just lie there and relax while your mother takes care of you with some nice oral sex."
He said, "Shouldn't I wipe off, or something?"
"No way," she said quickly. "I want to eat you just as you are, with your semen still on your cock, mixed with my juices."
She leaned over and kissed his mouth, running her tongue in and out while he caressed her dangling tits. Then she moved down to the base of his throat, and over to one of his little boy nipples, licking it and biting it gently. She gave the other nubbin the same tantalizing treatment, and left for the satiny planes of his belly.
Licking hotly, kissing and nipping, she tasted the flavors of his skin, the aroma of his flesh. There was a scattering of pale blond hair reaching to his navel, and she trailed the path of it with her wet tongue, knowing the excited squirming of her son's body as she aroused him more.
When she darted the end of her tongue into the indentation of his bellybutton, he grunted and his hands shot down to take her by the head. His pelvis heaved and she knew the tapping of his shaft along her cheek.
"So lovely," she breathed, "so male and beautiful. I adore your prick, Dale."
But she didn't take it into her mouth right away. Instead, she lapped down to his hairy pelvic mound, running her tongue through the pubic curls, drawing it tickling around the base of his throbbing cock. Cupping his enticing balls in one hand, she lifted them to the ministrations of her avid mouth, spreading her lips wide so that she could suck them.
"That's it, Mom!" he cried out. "Oh baby--that's the way to set me on fire!"
She eased his balls out between her teeth and turned her head so she could take the shaft of his prick between them, grating gently up along the silken skin to the flange of the protruding head. She kissed the head then, but only lightly, while her son jerked and sucked his breath in sharply.
Then Regina crawled between his legs, using her knees to spread his thighs wider. Slipping down, going to her elbows, she extended her legs behind, and ran both palms slowly, teasingly, over Dale's groin, fingering into his scrotum, handling the trunk of his cock.
Lowering her face inch by inch, she kissed the tip of his prick, savoring the exotic spices of the semen already there, knowing the intriguing flavor of his cock. Running her tongue around the flexing head, she teased it, wet it. Only then did she open her lips and put them around the spongy knob that had never appeared more beautiful to her.
She took her son's hard prick into her mouth, scrubbed the roof of her mouth over the velvet head with the firm core, drew it across her tongue, and moved her head down so that the bulb of his cock touched the cup of her throat.
Drawing in her cheeks, she sucked daintily upon it, pushed it away with her tongue, licked and lapped over the vibrant cockhead.
Meanwhile, Regina fondled his balls; squeezed the stem of his prick, played her fingertips like a butterfly up the shaft, moaned lovingly around the head and she sucked it deep and slid it out shallow. It was very good for her, this abject adoration, this humbling of herself to give the very utmost in pleasure to this marvelous young son of hers.
She enjoyed rolling his cock around inside her mouth, reveled in the texture and taste and feel of it, in the matchless intimacy it brought and the bond that their flesh so used would forever create between them. It was love and it was sex, it was lust and it was affection, and it was magnificent.
He said, "Mother--Mom--suck on my prick, darling. Eat my cock, mama-- oooh, that's right! Give me head, mama. I'm fucking your mouth, darling--I'm putting the prick to your face and I love it--oooH! I love it!"
She moved her head up and down, creating suction and then breaking it, caressing his prick with tongue and cheeks, stimulating him with the merest rakings of her teeth, feeling the tremendous pressure building up within his swollen shaft.
"M-Mom--I can't hold it back! I have to come--come--oh, darling Mama-- take it--take my come--swallow it, you cocksucking bitch!"
She gaped her throat wide and accepted the steaming fountain of semen that geysered from his prickhead. Thick and sweet, it sprayed up into the confines of her hungry throat, and she gulped at it, drank the copious discharge with eagerness.
Regina was taking the male essence of her son, draining the life substance from his leaping balls, and she loved the creaminess, ate the musky lotion, drank the liquids of his sex. Laving the pulsing head with her tongue, she coaxed forth yet more of the heady stuff, swallowing, pulling, sucking until the fountain ran dry and sere.
Even then, unsatisfied with what she had taken, Regina licked around the insides of her cheeks, ran her tongue seeking over her teeth, gathering the last escaped droplets of his fluids, devouring them as she would have liked to devour his young prick.
When she raised her head to look up into her son's passion-glazed eyes, she clung a while to the head of his cock, holding it prisoner between the circle of her teeth. Reluctantly then, she allowed it to go free momentarily, knowing in her heart that she owned his prick now, that it would, from now on, belong to her whenever she wanted it--and that would be repeatedly.
He said, "Oh Mom--Mother--thanks; thank you for giving me so much wild head. It was out of sight."
"I'm glad, darling," she said. "I want to make you so happy."
"You have," he said, "oh Mom, you have--and now, I want to make you just as happy. I've never done this before, but I watched how Stella and you did it last night, so I think I can turn you on okay. If I don't eat you right, then you just tell me what I'm doing wrong, and I'll change."
She ran fingers up his belly, kneeled there and stared fondly down at the beautiful nude body of her son. "You don't have to make trades with me, Dale. I'll do anything you like."
"I want to eat your pussy, Mom," he said. "I really want to see what it's like, to taste your cunt. Especially now that I know what it feels like to fuck it. I dig making you wiggle and moan, and if going down on this terrific pussy turns you wild, then it'll make me wild, too."
She said, "You're an adorable boy. Shall I lie down?"
"No," he answered, "just crawl up on top of me. Rub your pussy along my belly and over my chest, rub it slow and dirty, slow and greasy, mom. I really will dig feeling it slide over my skin, all hairy and wet. Then, when you get up close to my face, kind of lift that gorgeous ass and just sit down on my mouth."
"I'd love to," she sighed.
It made her indescribably sexy, rubbing her inflamed cunt over his satin skin, grinding her crotch upon the flawless body of the boy she had loved all his life. She made a real production of the trip up his shuddering body, sliding her ass back and forth, making certain that no part of his belly and chest hadn't been dampened by the juices oozing from her cunt, wetting him down with her own love lubrications and the residual leakings of his come.
"That's groovy," he whispered through set teeth. "Oh, that's real crazy, mother. Oh wow--I'm already a mother fucker, and now in a few seconds, I'm going to be a mother sucker."
"My darling," she murmured, "oh my darling, horny boy." On up his body she went, progressing slowly and sensuously, getting lascivious thrills out of making him squirm at the slippery fondling of her feverish pussy.
Then she was at his face, the blonde hairs of her cunt poised at his chin, so near his open and panting mouth, so near the eager tongue she could see flicking past his lips.
He breathed huskily, "Your cunt is lovely, all golden-haired and the lips are red, puffy from our fucking, and I can see the inner lips, all bright and shiny. Your pussy looks delicious, Mother."
Regina lifted her lower body, carefully placed her knees on each side of his head and stared down at his handsome face. She was going to feed her child her pussy.
She hesitated above him, poised for just an uncertain minute over his anxious face, and Dale said: "Oh, please--" so of course she had to go on, as she truly desired to.
Regina's crotch lowered, sank gently to meet the hungry upthrusting of his tongue. Thrill after hot thrill bombed through her flesh, lancing tendrils of mad sensation over her nerve ends. It was deeper, more sensitive, because it was Dale, because it was her son eating into her cunt.
He mumbled into her cavity, and the oils flowed from her as if a new well had been tapped, drenching his chin and cheeks, bubbling in his mouth and over that reaching, curling, searching tongue. She moved her ass just so, and Dale's hands found her cheeks, just as his tongue discovered the target of her clitoris.
She vibrated upon his mouth, convulsed and made a series of seesawing motions, wiggled and shook, smearing her pussy into his mouth, rubbing it over his face as she fucked it, as she screwed her son's mouth.
Dale hung on to her, ate into her blazing cunt and sucked mightily, making strange noises, teasing and worrying the clit with tongue and teeth, opening her secret places and sucking her like an end-peeled orange.
She came furiously, swiveling her hips and making her crotch do tricks on his mouth. She came with a roaring, spasming torrent of erotic, wanton adoration that ripped her apart inside, that melted her and turned her forever soft.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
She ate ravenously at lunch, putting away a platter of fries and a steak so thick, devouring a salad and three bottles of beer. Regina still felt a shade hungry when she stopped, but she also felt a little guilty, and smiled over at Dale across the table.
"All that sex makes me starved," she said. "I have to build up my strength if we're going to keep it up."
Her son reached for her hand. "That we are, Mom. Just like Carey and his mother, I'll bet. There hasn't been a peep out of the Baker house all day. They're probably still in the bedroom, fucking away like crazy."
Regina smiled. "We can't blame them. It's a glorious sensation, screwing your own son."
"And your own mother," he said. "Mom--what are we going to do about us, when Dad comes home--and my sister?"
"I'll just have to tell him," she said. "I don't think we can go through the seduction trap again, because there's just no way we can have little Judy Baker lay your father. It's not like it was with you and Stella, or me and Carey. We've hit a roadblock."
Dale looked thoughtful. "Maybe not. Judy is no real straight chick. I haven't gotten into her panties, but I know a guy who has."
"But what makes you think she'll do us a favor and screw your father? I
mean, she doesn't owe us anything, and I can't go up to Judy's mother
and say how about Bill sticking your daughter, so we can get us all in
the game. And come to think of it--that also means pulling Monica in
with us. Monica is--"
"No cherry, Mom; believe me. She's a lot like you, so cute and sexy that the guys follow her round with their tongues hanging out. Monica has been fucking her steady guy for a month or two now."
Regina frowned. It seemed all too casual, discussing her daughter's virginity with her son, but another mental look at the discussion made things more clear. Why be so phony, why be hypocritical at all, when the only way was to be honest--up front, as the kids would say?
"They'll be back from the beach before long," she said. "Maybe we should just sit down with Monica--all three of us--and have a talk. You'd lay your sister, wouldn't you?"
"Damned right," Dale answered. "Like I said, she's a real sexy piece, a lot like you. And Dad--well, she'd go for him in a second. I can tell that. As for him, you've got him so turned on now that he'll do anything you want, and he's sure not going to turn down a chance to put it to Monica's juicy young snatch."
Nodding, Regina said, "I think we'll all stay home tonight."
Dale helped her clear the table and put dishes into the washer. Slipping his arms around her waist from behind, he pressed himself into her ass and as she leaned back into him, lifted his hands to hold her breasts. She felt much adored, the young bride in the arms of her lover.
That's when the front door opened noisily, and Regina pulled guiltily away from her son's embrace, knowing a sharp flash of resentment at any intrusion that would move him away from her.
Her husband and daughter laughed into the kitchen, wind-rumpled and
scattering grains of beach sand. Bill swung the picnic hamper onto the
drainboard. "Hi, Regina--Dale. You guys should have been along; we had
a great time. Chuck and Judy tried the water, but it was just too
damned cold for me, and Monica stayed to fix the food--"
Regina stared through lowered lashes at her daughter, seeing her perhaps for the first time as a complete woman, sufficient unto herself. The girl's honeyblonde hair set off her liquid brown eyes to perfection, and her mouth looked just a bit smeared, as if she had been kissed hard, recently.
Monica looked back with a direct stare, and the set of her young mouth contained perhaps just a touch of arrogance. Was her daughter possessor of some new knowledge, some new wisdom that she wasn't afraid to flaunt?
Glancing away, Regina caught her son's eye, and Dale nodded. "Come on,
Monica--you have to listen to this groovy new tape I got today--"
His hand on hers, he practically dragged his sister from the room, so his mother and father could be alone for a few minutes. He'd sensed what was coming, she thought, felt the vibes in the air and was making things easier for them.
She opened a beer for her husband and one for herself, wishing for something stronger. Sitting at the table, he fidgeted a bit, swallowed some cold beer, and brought out his words with a rush: "Regina--I have something to tell you. You know this morning, while you were sacked out with Stella? Well, Chuck and me got this great idea, and you two women were so happy there together, that we decided to leave you like that and--and take the kids for a picnic. The girls, that is. You see, Chuck and me--well, we thought that since swapping wives was so damned much fun, that maybe swapping--ahh--daughters would be just as big a blast."
He ran out of breath, dropped his eyes and gulped beer. She stared at her husband. "And was it?"
"Was it what? Oh, yeah--a blast; yeah--sure, it was. You wouldn't
figure those kids--but they're so damned sweet and young and sensuous,
all at once. I have to confess that I screwed Judy Baker today. She's a
real redhead, too; the hair of her little pussy is like fire, but
curlier, and--"
Her voice was sly, smooth: "And how was your daughter?"
"Just great!" he answered enthusiastically. "Only sixteen years old,
and fucks like a mink! And when she starts grinding on your prick--"
Stopping suddenly, Bill looked down into his beer can again. "Okay; so we traded off, and fucked our own daughters. It was great, and I blew off more jism than I thought I had, once I got it into Monica's tight pussy. And Chuck--well, he didn't want to turn his kid loose. They kept screwing until we had to call a halt and get home. Look, Regina--you started all this fucking around stuff, so don't get all pissed at me because I took it a step farther, just a logical step farther. And it's not like either of those girls were cherries; they sure as hell weren't. Monica bragged that she's been screwing for almost two years now."
She said, "So has Dale--but he claims I'm the best piece of ass he ever had."
For a long moment, her husband didn't say anything, didn't move a muscle as the information sank in. Then his fingers clenched on his beer can and he banged it hard upon the table top. "Son of a bitch! And here I thought I was getting a step ahead of you." His eyes found hers and clung. "Fucking your own son, are you? And the Carey kid, too?"
"Him first, the way you screwed Judy Carey first. It's okay with Stella, though--she's made it with both the boys, too. I imagine that Dale is in his room now, breaking all the news to Monica, so the little bitch won't feel so superior."
His head jerked up, "Now wait--"
She said, "Oh, I meant bitch as a compliment. I'm not jealous of her;
I'm intrigued. Dale and I were planning on your fucking her, so nobody would have to hide anything from anybody else. That goes for the Bakers, too. I'm glad you screwed both kids, darling, that you broke the ice--if that's the proper phrase--with your daughter. Now we can all ball together. Each of us has four to fuck."
Bill said numbly, "You mean--Dale and Monica?"
She laughed. "Why not? Does that smack of incest?"
He shook his head. "Damned if I can understand anything that's going
on. Just a few days ago, I had this kind of nice, sometimes sexy wife,
and everything was going along--"
"Boring as hell," she finished for him. "Bill Abbott--are you going to tell me you'd like to have your sex back the way it was?"
He grunted, got up and popped the lids on two more beers. Handing her one, he said, "No way, baby. I never had so much fun in my whole life, and I'm not going to stop now."
"Then what's the argument about Dale and Monica fucking each other?"
He held up one hand. "The idea just shook me at first, that's all. Now I see that it's no different than me screwing her, or you laying him. You know, now that I think of it, it's a real wonder that the boy hasn't got into her pants before this. I've been thinking about fucking Monica for a long time, I just never had the guts to try."
She finished her beer and stood up to plant a wet kiss on her husband's lips. "I told Dale that we'd be staying home tonight, and since Stella is probably going through a showdown scene of her own next door, no doubt the Bakers will be unavailable this evening. Now lover man, if you'll draw the curtains and lock the doors, and take the phone off the hook, I'll go up and tidy myself. Maybe I'll break up anything the kids have gotten started. That's because I want them fresh in an hour or so, as fresh as they can be, that is. The Abbott family is going to have an orgy all its own."
His chuckle followed her up the stairs. She strode directly to her son's room and opened the door without knocking. They were on the bed, but rolled apart when they heard her come in. Dale was grinning, but Monica looked guilty.
Regina said, "Sorry to intrude, kids--but since we have this party
tonight--"
Monica said sharply, "What party? I have something else in mind, and--"
Clearly, Regina said it: "A fuck party. If you know of something better to do, please let me know. I'd like to join you."
Her daughter gasped; her son laughed aloud and said, "See, Monica? I was going to tell you what a swinger mom is, too. While you were out making it with dad and Chuck. I was home screwing her."
"I--I don't believe it!" Monica said in a shocked voice.
"Tonight, I'll prove it," Regina said. "How about you two getting all showered and shaped up? I suggest the dress be scuffs and robes, with nothing underneath. You can get fucked by your brother then, dear--and have another go at your daddy."
She left them then, smiling to herself at how Monica's feline air of superiority had been punctured. The girl had thought herself preferred over her mother, and had been feeling a bit smug about it. She'd feel better tonight, with a couple of drinks down her to numb any inhibitions she might have left over. When Monica learned how to be open, how to be free with her fucking, she'd be happier.
The shower felt terrific, brightening and freshening her skin. The douche did something of the same for the inner woman, cleansing her of any lingering odor that might be offensive. Regina washed her hair and used a hand dryer on it, fluffing it out in a natural fall over her shoulders. She used a good perfume and picked her other good robe, the pale blue one that she could almost see through.
Feeling wicked, she didn't use her scuffs, but chose instead a pair of the new wedgies with the high soles and outrageously tall heels. They made her legs appear even longer and slimmer, and she pirouetted before the mirror to watch them.
For the first time, she thought of her daughter as she thought of Stella Baker. Would she, when the time came, make love to Monica, too? Regina wasn't sure about that, although the idea gave her hot tingles along her lower spine, Monica was a lovely, sensuous girl, young and new, and she shouldn't miss the tender ecstasy only another woman could show her how to share.
Leaving the bathroom, Regina thought that could come later, if at all. Sharp waves of excitement rose in her belly as she walked downstairs, her thighs making soft, kissing noises when they touched in passing. She would certainly fuck both her husband and her son, perhaps changing off on them, and she might become involved with her daughter.
It was going to be a highly interesting evening, she thought, and headed directly for the living room, for the little bar across one corner. As she walked over the carpet, she couldn't help flashing back to the glorious fuck scenes she had already experienced in this room, on the couch and on the carpet. But tonight would top them all.
She had two tall pitchers of rum cokes mixed, and was adding lemon when Bill came into the room. He was wearing his terrycloth robe, she saw with satisfaction. He said, "Making them a little weak, for the kids?"
Nodding, she pointed to one pitcher. "This one is; ours is double strength. They're a hell of a lot younger than we are, lover. We're going to need extra fuel, to keep up with them."
Helping himself to a glass, Bill poured it full and dropped an ice cube into the mahogany-colored mixture. "Oh, I don't know about that. I've been doing pretty good, for an old man. You know, I had no idea that I could fuck for so long and for so many times running. It must be all the new cunt I'm getting. Not that yours is old, baby--I was just too used to it. Now it's thrilling for me again, like getting married to you all over again."
"I know," she said. "I keep getting so excited that I can't stand still."
There was a squeal upstairs, and as their heads swung toward the stairs, they saw Monica come flying down them with her brother in close pursuit. Giggling, they skidded to a stop in the living room, but not before Regina had caught a glimpse of her daughter's exposed crotch when the robe flared back.
The girl had a beautiful mound, lightly haired in the color of her head, the shade of new honey. Her thighs were cunningly joined to her hips, in the precision work of a master jeweler; her tanned legs made the white strip around her lower belly more startling.
"We got to kidding around," Dale grinned, "and she snapped me with her towel. Good thing she didn't hit where she was aiming, or I'd be out of action already."
Bill had a tough time looking at his son, Regina noticed. He managed to smile, but it was weak around the edges. Monica no longer appeared to be sure of herself, so Regina took mercy and poured her daughter a weak drink. She pushed one across the little bar to her son, too.
"Here's to something," Dale said, and took a big swallow.
"Here's to us--and love," Monica said defiantly, and spoiled the effect by choking on her rum coke.
"Let's all relax," Regina said. "We'll have a few drinks and loosen up,
and then--"
It worked out just as she imagined, because it only took a couple of drinks to stand Monica on her ear, and Dale was almost as giggly. But as he danced with his sister and her robe insisted upon slipping open so that he could rub his stiff cock against her receptive belly, he got more and more inflamed, so that his playing turned serious.
Dropping her robe, Regina came around the bar to back in between her husband's legs. Bill couldn't shed his own robe fast enough, and she felt his erect prick shoved against her backbone. He cupped her tits and rolled the erectile nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, while his mouth worked hotly and damply at the base of her head, tickling the back of her neck.
Her eyes were on their children, their kids turned sexy and suddenly ripe for the fucking. Dale's mouth fastened to his sister's, and his hands swept the robe from her shoulders, dropped it from her taut body to fall in a heap at her feet.
Bill's harsh whisper hissed into Regina's ear: "There! Look at that beautiful little pussy, and wait until you see what she can do with it. That kid is going to get himself one fine piece of hot ass."
She watched her son's prick stand out, saw the tell-tale diamond of pre-seminal fluid upon its tip, and thought that Dale wasn't the only one who'd get a fine screwing.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Dale wasted no more time. He forced his sister back and down, dropping her upon the couch with her fine legs flashing. Regina saw that her daughter had good, solid tits; they were a bit small but would grow, and their cute little nipples were quivering.
Like her mother, Regina thought warmly--give the girl a prick rubbing against her belly, and she was ready for anything, anywhere. Indeed, Monica seemed to have forgotten there were on-lookers, she was so wrapped up in her brother. Her small hands were fluttering over his ass, and one of them found his hard cock.
Dale said, "That's right, baby--squeeze it, feel my prick in your hand, because in just a minute, you're going to feel it in your little pussy."
Head on the couch pillow, Monica simply arched her back and pulled him toward her spread thighs, holding him firmly by the shaft.
"Direct little bitch, isn't she?" Bill asked, his breath stirring the short hairs at Regina's nape.
"She's hot and hungry," Regina said. "You and Chuck stirred her up something fierce today, and now she's about ready to boil over. She's a very beautiful girl, Bill."
Dale dipped his face and found one of his sister's tits to suck on as she guided the head of his long, stiff prick into the squirming, humid mound. Shoving up against him, she made it easier for him to work his pole inside her snatch, and Regina could see the honey-haired labia stretching, coming elastically apart to allow entrance to the cockhead.
"Come on," Monica was muttering, come on! Hurry and put it in me. I can't stand waiting any longer, Dale. Fuck me!"
Bill stroked Regina's tits and she rolled her back into the flagpole of his cock. He said, "She sure sounds like her mother."
Regina stared avidly at the young people, and saw her son's rigid prick slide into her daughter's pussy. It was a lovely, unforgettable sight, she thought, and one that she would forever treasure. She heard the gasp from Monica's lips, and the sigh of delight from Dale's open mouth.
"They're fucking," she said softly aloud. "Our children are fucking each other, Bill. They're both so sweet, so luscious, that I could just eat them up."
"And you probably will," he said. "But yes--I see what you mean, I'm not jealous of the boy. I want them both to be happy, to fuck until they come."
Regina held to his thighs and wiggled her ass, her eyes glued to her kids as they screwed on the couch. Her husband couldn't take the teasing and great pressure any longer. Sliding off the barstool, Bill said: "I'll move the stool out a little, and you bend over it with your legs spread. I can get into you from behind. We can fuck while we watch the kids."
Obediently, she followed his orders, positioning herself belly-down across the seat of the barstool, her tits hanging down, and her hands taking a brace upon the foot rungs. It was truly a passive, subjugated position, and she had an idea that she was going to like it very much.
Across the room, Dale said, "Sister baby--oh shake that great ass! Grind your tight, hot cunt on me, sis! Take my prick up your pussy and fuck like a mink."
Monica answered, "Drive it home, brother dear! Cram that meat deep into my vagina and fuck me so hard that I'll pass out!"
Regina kept herself relaxed and soft, and knew a moment of impatience when her husband used his finger in her pulsing snatch, instead of his cock. But Bill did no more than feel into her juicy hole, before drawing his finger out again, and she wondered what the brief caress was all about.
She was gazing entranced at her screwing children when he said down to
her: "Something different this time, Regina. I'm using your cunt oils
to grease the head of my dick, and you can feel where I'm putting
what's left over--"
She flinched as she felt his fingertip at her uptilted asshole, when she felt her own pussy lotion being smeared into the rim. Before she realized what her husband was up to, he set his cockhead in place.
"Bill! Not in my ass! Wait a second--Bill--"
He had one hand on the end of her spine, and was using the other to help his cock push. "Be quiet, Regina, and watch them fuck. You're going to get it up your ass, because I always wanted to, and there'll never be a better time than right now. Relax, and it won't hurt; my prick isn't all that big, and it's all greased up right now."
She subsided, a strange new desire kindling within her body, remembering the fingers that had been shoved in her asshole while she was being screwed. That had felt good, and she wondered how much better a full-sized prick would be.
Grunting, her eyelids fluttered and she clenched the stool rungs when he put it in her as gently as possible, but with all the force necessary to make his knob penetrate the tight ring of her greased anus.
On the couch, Dale cried out: "Oh baby--oh wow! I'm going to come-- going to shoot off in your hot little crack, sis!"
And his sister answered, "Oh-oh-OH! I'm coming, too--ah, your prick is hard and long--longer than my guy's shaft--not as big as Daddy's cock-- but crazy, crazy! Feed that meat to me, dear brother--ahhh!"
Slowly, the head of her husband's prick made a passage into her asshole and Regina found that if she pushed back, she helped the ring expand to take him inside.
Once the head had eased itself beyond the circle, it slipped suddenly into the tube beyond, and with one long, easy thrust, Bill Abbott buried his prick to the balls inside his wife's ass.
Regina flinched and her belly went tight upon the bar stool cushion as a totally new sensation spread from her ass throughout her surprised vagina, as the wondrous feeling reached her clitoris and jolted it with an almost physical blow. She had a cock up her ass, and it was good.
Gently, Bill moved back, and she moved for him, making a little circle with the cheeks of her ass, and in so doing, rubbed her snatch into the edge of the cushion. He stroked forward again, his tool filling and stretching the narrow sheath of her anus. She felt as if his prick were reaching all the way up into her belly, and thought wildly that when he came, the semen might very well explode up through her stomach and along her throat to shower from her open mouth.
But she fucked him anyhow, taking care since he filled her so, knowing that she could easily tear the delicate tissues of her ass if she got too excited. And the very newness of what he was trying turned Bill on, the constriction of the rubbery sleeve around his embedded cock made him reach quickly for his mounting orgasm.
He let it go into her asshole, flooded the tube with his sizzling come and collapsed forward upon her upturned buttocks. Bill was gasping and she thought that his climax must have been a tremendous one. She came close to hitting a crest of her own, but held off deliberately, since he stopped screwing her.
When her eyes cleared, she saw that their kids were staring transfixed at what they had watched, a variation neither of them had ever attempted. Regina remained still until her husband backed his cock from her hole, drawing a trail of buttery liquid behind it. Then she swung herself erect with a feeling of triumph, because she had taken on a new dimension; she had experienced another kind of physical love, and now had touched just about all the bases.
Turning back to the bar, she had two drinks in quick succession, and felt the hot jolt of them in her belly. Then walking to the center of the floor, she lay down and held up her arms to her son.
"Ready to fuck your mother again, darling?"
Dale moved toward her, tugging his sister by the hand. "Lie down beside mom," he commanded. "Dad can mount you, while I top Mother."
Silently, Monica drifted down, and when her sleek young ass touched Regina's hip, their hands found each other. It was a comfort, Regina thought, a closeness finer than ever before.
Bill came stiff-legged over to stand with his reddened shaft out before him, some of his come leaking from its tip. Only a sexed-up tangle like this, with his daughter and wife and son, could turn her husband onto another piece of ass so soon, Regina thought.
And then the time for thinking was past. Her son climbed between her thighs and, without preliminaries, set the bulb of his greasy cock against the waiting lips of his mother's golden-haired pussy. Watching mesmerized, Bill Abbott saw his son slide a hard cock into his wife, saw his wife wiggle in far-out rapture as the rigid length of the boyish prick vanished into the wet gripping of her cunt.
Robotlike, he went to his own knees, and his daughter stared up at him, at the glistening cock-head that had just been removed from her mother's hole. Regina saw them come together, watched with intense concentration as her husband pushed the head of that prick into her daughter's eager cleft, watched Monica's feet lift higher and higher until the toes were pointing at the ceiling.
Bill's cock went in to the roots, and his hairy balls came to rest in the crack of his girl's shuddering young ass. Just then Monica squeezed her mother's hand, as if to say: mom, I've got your man's prick in me, and it's wonderful.
But so was Dale's cock, moving impetuously within the steamy nest of his mother's aroused pussy, and Regina squeezed back, as if to say: I understand, and bless you.
"Fuck me, Daddy," Monica breathed.
Regina said, "Fuck me, son."
Then they fell silent, the four of them moving sweetly together, sinuously together. Regina brushed her ass against her daughter's ass as she squirmed, and the contact seemed to bind them all even closer, to make a circle of them, so that their ecstasy was equally shared, so that their blissful fucking was spread throughout all their bodies at the same time.
Lifting to one elbow, reaching her face up and over, Regina made it a more perfect circle by making contact with her husband. Their mouths met, and Bill's tongue began to plunge back and forth into her gasping mouth in just the manner that his prick was pumping in and out of his daughter's fine, clenching pussy.
Dale continued to fuck, pounding his cock to the hilt with prideful thrusts that demonstrated to his father that he was just as much a man, that he could fuck his father's wife just as hard, just as pleasingly.
Bill groaned against her teeth, and she sucked upon his tongue. From somewhere, a soft hand came to fondle one of her aching tits, and she thought the hand was Monica's. Violent forces raged within her vagina, and her clit was threatening to tear loose from its moorings. Regina hunched to her son's cock and let herself go completely.
She would never know which of them reached the first orgasm. The tangle, the interweaving, was so blended that who came first did not matter. There were moanings and humpings, little glad cries of rapture and the panting sounds of lust run rampant. There were the noises a wetly hammering prick makes in a well-drenched pussy. There was a symphony of flesh upon flesh and the segue of skins.
Regina came in a crazy kind of grabbing, kissing, wiggling. She felt hot semen spatter the length and breadth of her insanely aroused cunt, and she felt the slash of teeth as a man's mouth locked into her lip. She knew the grip of hands upon her tender boobs, and she threshed in an orgiastic voluptuousness that made her brain expand.
Enmeshed in the tender trappings of legs and arms, held together by pricks and cunts and hands and mouths, they were, for an uncountable period of time, one object turned inanimate in the furnace of emotions that fused them.
Slowly, regretfully, they came apart. When Regina got back to the world, she found herself looking up into the serious face of her daughter.
"Mom," Monica said, "you're just boss, the very most. I love you so much."
Weakly, Regina touched Monica's cheek. "I love you, dear. We all love each other now--deeply and fully. It's going to be wonderful around here from now on. You'll get an idea of just how wonderful, as soon as we all catch our breaths. I want you and me to make love, darling."
Monica didn't hesitate. "Of course, mom."
Regina let her hand drop. In a minute, she would sit up and have another drink to put more fuel in her tank, although she could probably run the rest of the night on her stored-up energy.
She thought of the house across the yard, of four other people who were just as deliriously happy, who were exploring the heretofore forbidden mysteries of each other's bodies, breaking every taboo on the list, and reveling in the joy of the destruction.
Stella and Chuck Baker; Carey and Judy Baker--four lovely, sensuous people--would now widen the circle of love to include the Abbotts. Idly, warmly, Regina wondered what it was going to be like to have eight naked people in one room, doing all sorts of exciting things.
But that was for another time, she reminded herself, and opened her eyes to the now of her magically sensitized existence. She saw her son, his prick drooping only a bit--and her husband, with his cock bent in the middle, but only momentarily; she saw her lovely daughter, with the froth of semen gleaming on her pussy hairs.
It was going to be a long night, Regina thought, and a happy one.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
"We might have a little trouble keeping track of things and people," Stella said. "There are four on each side, if we look at it that way-- and that might not be a bad way to start this here swinging orgy."
Regina smiled at her friend, her lover. Stella was so much fun, even when she wasn't fucking somebody. They were all ranged around the Baker's living room, she and her husband and their children, the Bakers and their children.
She asked, "What way is best to start, Stella?"
"With sides," the small woman answered. "The Bakers and the Abbotts can meet halfway, lined up according to size or age, or whatever, and start fucking. In five minutes, we change over."
Bill said, "Hey--I don't quite figure that out; change over how?"
Stella answered, "Well, let's see--suppose we start in by you screwing me, Bill; Chuck can fuck Regina, my son Carey can put it to your daughter Monica, and my daughter Judy can get shafted by your son Dale. That makes one family fucking the other. Then when we change over, we'll fuck within the families. How's that?"
Regina crossed her long legs, amazed at the tremble that was setting up within her thighs. "Then after the switch, you and I should be screwing our own husbands, and the boys will be making it with their own sisters?"
"That's it," Stella agreed. "Everybody ready?"
Regina thought that she'd been ready for a long time, ever since she got started in the husband-exchanging, son-fucking maneuvers. Glancing around the room, as they all began sliding and wiggling out of their robes, she realized that there was only one she hadn't had sexual relations with--Judy Baker, the luscious little redhead with the seagreen eyes, the Baker daughter. She'd get to the girl later in the evening.
She stood up and shed her robe, stood proudly and sexily in a hipshot pose drawing the male eyes. She was happy with her re-awakened body, with its newly aroused facets, and would glory in its uses to both male and female. For she could love and be loved by both sexes, and that was more than she had ever believed before.
Holding out her arms, she sway-hipped toward Chuck Baker, and saw the rising of his prick as he advanced to meet her. A step to her right, her husband Bill was walking to Stella, and so on down the line. Four hardening cocks were pointed outward, feeling their way toward four anticipating cunts. Eight tits bobbed and jigged saucily, and as many hearts beat with heightened excitement as they all neared each other.
Happily, Regina went into the arms of her man, the husband of her best friend. She brought her silken belly up tightly to his swollen cock, and smiled as she kissed him. She flattened the nipples of her tits into his chest.
"A real family fuck," she said softly, running only the hot tip of her tongue in and out of his mouth. "All of us screwing each other, right out in the open where each of us can share the happiness, where we can all participate in the pure beauty of it all."
Chuck grinned his answer, and slid his hands familiarly around the cheeks of her ass so that he could pull her golden haired cunt up closer to his crotch. She ground it into him, let the warm and erotic feelings flow unhampered within her soul, within her vagina.
She drew him to the floor with her, one hand fondling his prick, her body going vibrant and her mound dampening in eagerness to receive his cock. She lay beside him on the carpet, their hands feeling over flesh and hair, cupping and stroking and trailing the pleasure-pain of fingernails into crevices that ached.
"Fuck me, darling," she asked her lover, and helped him steer the yearning knob of his shaft to the trembling wetness of her labia. Sliding one leg up and across his waist, Regina positioned herself for the screwing, settling her crotch upon the spongy-hard end. His glans shoved against her fleshy barrier and slowly, sweetly, began to penetrate.
Rolling her head to the side, Regina watched her own husband's prick plunging already, balls-deep, into the black furred cunt of Stella Baker. He was in the traditional position, between her small, sleek legs.
Stella coiled and uncoiled those legs, striking with the gentle surgings of her pelvis. Her pussy devoured Bill's cock so that only his balls seemed to keep him from being pulled completely inside her body.
And beyond her, Dale Abbot was drawing Judy Baker down upon his upright prick. The head of her son's cock shone like a lavender beacon as it reached for the red-haired pussy above it. A gorgeous little cunt, Regina saw, looking as if it was curled in crisp flames. It was probably as hot as it looked.
As she watched, Dale held to Judy's ass and the girl squatted to fasten the blunt point of his cock into her snatch, then ground down upon it with a corkscrew motion, slow and easy. The girl's face was shining, her pink-tipped tits quivering and Dale grunted with great satisfaction as his cock worked into her pussy.
One more set--and Regina had to crane her neck a little to make them out: her own daughter Monica--Monica with the hot suctioning cunt--and the boy Carey, who had lost his cherry fucking Monica's mother. That mother stared now as he approached her daughter from the back, as he urged Monica over onto her hands and knees in a dog-fashion pose. Carey had his prick in one hand, and was guiding it between the polished buttocks of the girl, aiming it into the honey blonde hair between the incredible softness of her rounded thighs.
Then they were all moving to their own rhythms, fucking at their own beat, grinding and thrusting, wiggling and humping as they felt like it.
The boys screwed the girls, and the men fucked their women. The fact that the girls' brothers were within arm's reach, meant only additional pleasure. The fact that the husbands of the women were brushing their hips, as they fucked, against the other woman, only meant sharper thrills to all concerned.
It was hypnotic, Regina thought, to watch the other pricks sliding into the lovely cunts, seeing their oily, polished shafts move within the jealous gripping of stretched and feverish labia. Their balls swayed and bounced softly, or swung wetly, or hung trembling in the cleft of an ass. So beautiful, she thought, so vividly provoking of highly erotic sensations.
Sweetly, hotly, she fucked Chuck Baker, giving him a tit to suck, changing over to nibble at his own flinching button. He worked his magic prick juicily within her pussy, felt it over her thrumming clitoris and massaged the walls of her vagina. He was a fine, thoughtful lover, the first man she had taken since she married, her first true lover. Chuck had taught her to suck cock, and how thrilling it was to have her own cunt eaten. She owed him so much, as she owed the rest of the Baker family.
She'd pay them all back, she thought, fucking steadily and greedily upon his shaft, rolling and clenching her ass in slow, sexy movements. She was in no hurry to come, and didn't rush it. It was wonderful just to screw, to ride this prick and think how magnificent it all was.
"Hey!" Stella's voice raised high, a little keen. "Hey, everybody, time to change over, to fuck the members of your own family--no matter if you've come already or not. And there's no hurry for that, you know. We have all night, and all this good sex to catch up on."
Reluctantly, they parted, pulling apart with lingering caresses and kisses. Chuck's cock slid from her cunt as hard as when it went inside. "Come back soon," Regina said, patting it.
She smiled up at her own husband, at Bill whose prick glistened from the hot inner juices of Stella's cunt. He came gladly to her, and she rolled over onto her back, spreading her knees wide to take him all in.
Bill said, "This is wild, baby--I always like to shove my cock in there after Chuck has just pulled his out, but this time he didn't come in your pussy."
"Maybe you will," she said, "and your son can fuck into your semen. That's almost as good for you, isn't it? You really do dig seeing Dale screw me."
"Yeah," he panted, fitting his cockhead into her wet cunt lips and pushing gently, strongly forward. "I damned near came, just watching that boy pump his prick into your hot snatch. Oh, baby--Regina darling--you're so slick inside, so steamy."
"Chuck stirred me all up," she said. "One of these nights, I want to take all four of you males on, fuck you all--with you the last in line."
"We'll do it," he promised, pumping his rod into her, feeding it a little faster now, getting more turned on with the picture she had drawn for him of the two boys and Chuck sticking it to her, each of them letting go their loads into her ardent pussy, then he crawling on to finish off the multiple fucking.
Beside her, she heard Stella moaning and hissing, and she moved her head around to watch Chuck bring his wife to a biting, squirming orgasm.
The good and the bad, Regina thought; good feelings in the foaming crest of the climax, sorrow because she had been forced to come when she had meant to last much longer.
And farther down the line, Judy Baker said sharply, loudly: "Oh--oh,
Dale! Your prick--oh, oh--"
Regina couldn't hear as her daughter was fucked by Carey Baker, but she could make out their scuffling over the sounds of the other people. All of them were tuned in, turned out. They were fucking happily, sensuously, not hiding anything from anyone.
Maybe it was emanating from her own head, but she thought she could see an aura of sorts, a glistening, halo kind of thing that moved with a faint purple shining throughout the room. Then she was busy, hunching madly with her husband as he pounded his hard cock into her grasping pussy.
They came together, he spurting and splashing; she with that extra sense of warm looseness, that special bursting of fires and a showering of stars. Her ass made concentric circles, and her pelvis interrupted those circles occasionally to bump gently against Bill's crotch.
"So fine," she whispered, "so wonderful."
And by the time he had partially melted within her, then backed his softening prick out of the grip of her cunt, she was so relaxed that she felt as if a major part of her body had turned to liquid and was soaking into the carpet.
Regina was in a state of half-awareness when the boy stood over her with his cock in hand. Peering up through lash-shadowed eyes, she recognized her own son.
"May I fuck you now, Mother?" he asked politely.
She arched her tits up to him, and when he kneeled between her semen-slicked thighs, Dale took both breasts in his hands to feel them tenderly, to stimulate their nipples into another erection. Taking hold of his hard young shaft, she fondled it awhile, enjoying the weight of his balls, fingering along the cord that ran from his testicles to his asshole.
Her son, her loving, horny boy, yearning to fuck his mother, even though there were gorgeous young girls about, one his sister. They would always have this farout need for each other, she thought, as she rubbed up and down the pulsing head of his prong.
Dale shoved his cock into her vagina, sloshed it into the sheath that was awash with his father's semen. It felt fabulous to her, electric and incomparable, and she wriggled sensuously upon the rod, passing her reawakening clitoris over the veined trunk, grinding and shaking.
He kissed her, ran his sweet tongue deeply into her mouth, and his hands cupped the cheeks of her ass to lift her throbbing crotch to meet his powerful thrusts. Slosh, her cunt went; whush, her pussy bubbled, and she clamped her vaginal muscles down upon this most voluptuous of all pricks.
They fucked steadily, with an intense dedication that closed out all the other moving bodies around them. They shut away all the sounds--the gaspings and moanings and the unmistakable noises of a prick moving wetly within a suctioning cunt.
Dale came a heartbeat before she did, hosing his precious semen copiously into her receptive vagina, pumping his creamy richness into his mother's pussy, hot and heavy. She had the feeling of being boiled inside, but her own heat blazed triumphantly forth and countered his. Cresting upon a lovely, permeating orgasm, Regina shivered and broke, arching her back and banging her cunt into his pelvis with an absorbing fury--then falling back as he impaled her cunt and let the swollen head of his prick stabbed at her womb.
She either fainted or fell into a soft and dreamless sleep. Regina didn't know which, but when she came warmly alert again, there was a new and zealous prick working within her snatch.
Carey, she thought, and held him calmly within the circle of her arms, responding only slightly to the workings of his boyish cock. She was the earth mother now, the all-mother, giving the comfort of her saturated pussy to all men, sharing her heat and love. The boy screwed with a swiftening, hurrying tempo that blurred his shaft into her cunt, a slim piston of eager meat that soon turned into a miniature volcano and erupted.
Lazily, she thought that now she had done it, that she had taken all four of these beautiful males into her pussy, and now all that remained for her this night was to take all of them into her mouth. And, to go on to the three women who also awaited her love. Stella, her friend;
Judy, her friend's daughter; and, of course, her own sweet young girl, Monica. If she could last so long; if she or some of the others didn't tire and fall asleep, or worse yet, lose interest.
Never, she thought, and broke her lethargy to sit up and look around her. Never would they fall into a rut of habit or duty or simply go through the motions of making love. They were like a many faceted jewel, able to catch the light and the heat from any sun. Together, they offered each other so many variations, a plentitude of erotic pleasures that could not pall.
Someone touched her upon the shoulder, and she looked up at the lovely red-haired girl, Judy Baker. Judy asked, "Ready, Mrs. Abbott--for me, I mean?"
