Christine Hammonds was a hawkshaw, a gumshoe, a private eye. Not a private dick. Only a man can be a private dick. PI's lead glamorous lives only in the movies or on TV. In real life, much of their work is dull or boring or just plain distasteful.
She didn't have a secretary. When she went out, she simply locked the inner door to her private office and left the hall door leading into the waiting room unlocked. So far, it seldom made any difference. Somebody had been waiting for her only a few times. More important, nobody had ever stolen her sparse furniture.
The name on her office door and in her phone book ad was Chris Hammonds. Men seldom hired a female private eye. Women were just as bad. By the time men found out she was a woman, they were more interested in what they were looking at than who. Her voluptuous body had that effect on them.
She looked up when a man walked into her office. "Good morning," she said cordially. "May I help you?"
"Yeah, I'm looking for Chris Hammonds."
"I'm Chris Hammonds." She stood and held out her hand.
"Yeah, and I'm a monkey's uncle." He ignored her hand.
"Well, you could be, but I'm Chris Hammonds."
"The private dick? I was expecting a man."
"No, I'm not a private dick. That slang term applies only to men. But I am Christine Hammonds. Something wrong with a woman being a private detective?"
He didn't answer right away. His went slowly up and down the five-foot frame of exemplary, well-built woman standing in front of him: the auburn hair, the sparkling green eyes, the voluptuous figure. There was no way, no matter what name was on the door, anyone could ever mistake this stunning creature for a man.
"Well," he said slowly, finally bringing his eyes back to hers, "it's very obvious that you aren't a man. I... "
"I said that," she interrupted. She didn't like to be on the defensive with a potential male client. Better to get the first shot in and let him know that he couldn't run over her.
He grinned and said, "I don't see anything wrong with a woman being a detective. If she's any good."
"I'm very good," Christine threw back at him, then realized how her remark sounded. She let it hang. Maybe he hadn't caught it.
"I'm sure you are. Are you also a good private eye?" He tried to keep a straight face, but there was a twinkle in his eye and his mouth was twitching with a smile. He liked this feisty woman. She would make a very interesting conquest.
"Are you here to hire me?"
"Why else? I didn't know you were a woman, so I obviously didn't wander in here to ask you to dinner."
"My fee is four hundred dollars a day, plus expenses. I get a thousand dollar retainer up front. The retainer is my minimum fee, regardless of how long it takes to do the job."
"Fair enough," he responded without batting an eye. He took a large, solid gold money clip from his pocket. He peeled off twenty one-hundred dollar bills and tossed them on the desk.
She separated the bills into two equal stacks and pushed one back across the desk. "I said one thousand."
"Honest, too, huh? Been in this racket long?"
"About five years."
"How did you get into it?
"I studied criminal science and psychology in college. I wanted to be a police woman, but I'm too short. Sounds ridiculous to me, but I guess they have to have some sort of physical requirement. It's been my experience, though, that how tall one is has nothing to do with how much smarts a person has. My husband taught me the private detective business. I got the business in the divorce settlement when he skipped out with his hot young secretary."
"Making a good living?"
"Now, you're getting personal."
"You took my money to do a job. I don't mind paying for what I get, but I do want to get what I pay for. If you're making good money, then you must do good work."
"I don't quality for welfare or food stamps. Now, maybe you ought to tell me who you are and what you want done."
"I'm Carl Barker. What I want you to do is find out if my wife is fuc...seeing another man. Or other men."
"Why don't you give me her name and address and tell me why you think she's seeing other men?"
He wrote down his home address. "Her name is Lily. Not as sexy as you, but she isn't bad."
Christine let his remark pass. "Do you want evidence for a divorce action? I ask because it sometimes makes a difference in what kind of information I gather."
"No divorce," Carl said quickly. "You get everything as if that's what I want. You know, photos, dates, times, names, what she does, that sort of thing."
"Mr. Barker, I don't care to go into a case blind. If you don't want a divorce, what are you after? If you plan on taking some sort of drastic action, find another agent. It isn't good for my PR, such as it is, for information that I've gathered to end up in a court case with my client charged with a crime."
"Oh, nothing like that, honey. I just want to know what she's doing. She doesn't have much to do during the day, and I think she's playing around just to fill her time. What I really want is to face her with the evidence and make her understand that she ought to be very discreet. I don't want to get a bad name in this town."
"Don't call me honey. This is a business relationship, not a social affair. You can call me Ms. Hammond or Christine."
"Not Chris, huh?" His eyes twinkled with mirth. "Okay, I'll call you Christine, and you call me Carl. I don't stand on formality."
"Are you running for political office? I haven't seen your name in that connection."
"No, I'm not running for political office. I have my pride and I run a pretty big business in this town. You sound like you don't want to take the case."
"Oh, I'll take the case. As I told you, I just want to know what I'm getting into before I start. Have you discussed this with Lily, Carl?"
"No. I don't lead a celibate life myself. I want to have the hard evidence in my hands before I say anything."
"Then you only want to use whatever information I get to stop your wife from playing around? Assuming she is. You don't plan to take any action against her or anyone with whom she might be involved."
"I don't want her fucking any of my big customers or my friends," Carl said firmly. "I don't want to have to look the bastards in the face every day. I have my pride, after all."
"Very well, I'll start tomorrow morning. I assume you're usually home at night, so I don't have to worry about that time."
"That will be fine," Carl said. He made no effort to leave. He looked her directly in the eye. "You sure are one hell of a fine looking woman. What are they, about 38?"
"You certainly are direct!" Her hand unconsciously stole up to rest under one the superb globes. "You walk in here, a total stranger, and a few minutes later start asking me what size my...uh...breasts are." She liked to call them tits. She nearly did now.
"That's how people get to be friends. You're too fine a woman to remain a stranger to me. What about it?"
"What about what?" She rubbed the underside of her tit. A terrible ache permeated her pussy.
"Did I guess the size right? What did you think I meant?" He knew very well what she thought. And it wasn't going to take him long to get around to that question, either.
"Well, if you must know, my bra size is 38."
"Uh huh. And the cup size is D. Right?"
"F, actually," she answered before she could stop her tongue. She squirmed in her chair as juice flowed from her pussy, soaking the crotch of her panties. "Just what the hell are you after?" She cupped a tit in each hand. Her fingers stole up to rub her nipples. She wasn't wearing a bra, and the thin material of her blouse made it easy to feel the big buds harden.
Her unconscious behavior was a dead giveaway. "You know what I want," he said softly. He watched her play with her nipples for a few seconds. "I want to fuck you."
He got up and went behind her desk. He held her by the shoulders and lifted her to her feet.
"Well, I never... "
"like hell you haven't!" he laughed.
He put one arm around her and pulled her to him. He put his other hand under her chin and tipped her head back. His mouth met hers. His tongue speared between her lips and dove into her hot mouth.
She attempted to struggle for barely a moment. Then his tongue got to her and she quieted, resting in his arms as he devoured her lips and mouth. She could feel his cock stirring in his pants. It already felt like a baseball bat, and it was barely hard. Wriggling her hips, she ground her pelvis against the unbelievably immense lump.
He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. "You want me to fuck you. I see it in your eyes. I won't disappoint you."
"That's what they all say," she muttered.
"I've never left a woman unsatisfied since the first time I learned what fucking was all about. And that was a long time ago."
He lifted her skirt around her waist. He eyed her tiny bikini panties and smiled. He easily tore them apart and tossed them aside. He held her loosely in one arm and swept one end of the desk clear, ignoring the crashing sound as he shoved everything to the floor. Wordlessly, he lifted her onto the desk. He fumbled with his belt and zipper with one hand. The other hand went between her legs and cupped her pussy mound, rubbing up and down in the forest of auburn hair.
"I like your thick pussy hair," he muttered. "The color turns me on."
She spread her legs wide. She was as eager for his cock as he was to fuck her. "You're already turned on," she whispered as she helped him open his zipper.
His pants fell around his ankles, and she yanked his shorts down to his knees. She stared at his long, thick cock. Both hands automatically went to it, hefting it, playing with it. She fondled his heavy balls and stroked his shaft, impatient to get it hard enough to go in her.
He put the flaring head of his big cock against the lips of her pussy. She leaned back on her hands, staring at her crotch and the poised tool that was about to penetrate her. Her flesh tingled and goose bumps covered her body. Agitated sensations coursed through her as she watched him fit the large head of his prick into the puffy, flaring lips of her pussy. She nudged her hips at him, motioning him to push into her hot hole.
With a flip of his hips, he drove into her. A low whimpering gasp of pleasure bubbled from her mouth as he gored her. His burly rod easily penetrated the wet flesh and nosed into her cunt. Her passion rose higher as she watched the thick head disappear into the slick, heated tunnel. She took the initial shock of the big head boring into her with a deep sigh and looked at him with adoring eyes.
He grinned as he pushed his hot cock into her. She took him with ease, which pleased him. Some women shied away when they saw the size of his joy stick. He had been right. She was one hot number, who loved to fuck. Visions of time yet to come, times when there would be plenty of time to do it right.
"My God," she hissed. "Your cock is made of iron! And so hot! So fucking hot!"
"Talk to me, baby. I like for you to talk to me while I fuck you. Tell me what you feel and how much you like it."
"Oooh, fuck me!" she groaned. "Fuck your cock up my cunt!" She shuddered with expressive lustiness as she took the big tool. "My God, I'm so hot for it. So fucking hot! Aaahhh, I can feel it stretching my tender little pussy open! Make me cum, Carl! Fuck me! Make me cum!"
"I will, baby, I will. You want it fast and hard or slow and easy?"
"Fast and hard! I want to cum!"
"Yeah, okay, baby, it won't take long," he grunted. "Damn, you're hot! And so tight. like a fucking virgin." All of his senses were in the end of his hard cock, or he would have realized there couldn't possibly be such a thing as a fucking virgin.
She stared at her crotch, fascinated by the sight of the massive shaft sliding in and out of her oily hole. It felt extraordinary! She was getting ready to soar-ready to fly away to the never-never land of total orgasm. Every time he thrust into her, she went a little higher. The relief she craved so badly was only moments away. The first stirrings were beginning deep in her cunt.
His solid, swollen cock pushed deeper and deeper, penetrating her cunt to its full depth. She wanted to cum fast, and he meant to oblige her. "You ready, baby?" he muttered.
"Yes! Oh, yes, make me cum...want to cum...gotta cum now! Now!"
"Here it is, baby. Take it! Take it all!"
He grunted deeply and slammed into her with such force that her ass skidded back on the back. He followed her, pounding away, battering her womb with the tip of his huge cock. That was all she needed.
"I'm there!" she moaned. The moan became a squeal. "I'm there! I'm cumming! Fuck me hard!"
He did, and he also loaded her cunt with his jism. Gritting his teeth with effort, he pounded her pussy as hard as he could. His cock spewed cum deep into the sex-crazed woman's hot twat. He knocked her back on the desk, pulled her forward, knocked her back, pulled her forward, not missing a stroke, until his cock was empty and his legs were shaking.
Gathering her in his arms, he fell back into her chair with his cock buried in her spasming sheath. Her head fell to his shoulder. A deep, grateful sigh bubbled out of her dry throat.
"God damn," she muttered. "You really fucked me good."
"Next time, I'll eat your pussy and then fuck you."
She raised her head and looked into his eyes. She smiled and kissed him. "Promises, promises," she snickered.
CHAPTER TWO
Christine parked across the street from Carl's house and settled down with her camera and note pad to watch. Stake-outs in a car didn't present the hazards that climbing fire escapes and trees did, but they were a hell of a lot more boring.
The first day brought only two repairmen to the house. Neither one stayed very long. Using a telephoto lens, she took pictures of the men and recorded the names on their vans.
About nine o'clock the next morning, a sewer and drain repairman spent about ten minutes with Lily. Christine made a record of the man and truck. A half-hour later, one of the repairman from the day before returned. He left about two hours later. That afternoon, the air conditioner repairman who had been there the day before returned.
She sure has a lot of repairmen coming and going, Christine mused to herself. But she hasn't gone out once. Carl must be wrong about her playing around. If she has a boyfriend, or boyfriends, they must come here.
Then it dawned on her what was happening. Lily was using the repair services as a source of ready cocks! She called the repairmen to give her an estimate on something or other. But Lily was the one really making the estimate. If she liked the looks of the man, she would tell him to come back the next day at a specific time. Then she used his cock instead of his repair skills. That had to be it! Who the hell would suspect what was going on?
Neat, Christine thought. The neighbors don't pay any attention to repairmen coming and going. She winced at the horrible pun.
Grabbing her camera and pad, she hurried across the street. She ducked into the shrubbery along the edge of the lot and made her way to the rear of the house. When she came to the windows of the master bedroom, she struck pay dirt. Lily was standing in the room, stark naked. Then the air conditioner repairman came into the room. The little patch over his right shirt pocket said his name was Peter.
How appropriate, Christine thought.
She checked the lighting and focused her camera. A flicker of movement in her peripheral vision caught her attention. A young woman wearing a maid's uniform was hiding behind the partially open closet door. She was fingering her pussy as she watched the couple in the bedroom.
Christine took 36 pictures of Lily and Peter fucking and the maid fondling her pussy and tits. She hurried back to her car and drove home as swiftly as she safely could. She put her car in the garage and went inside.
"Whew, that was some session! I've seen lots of people fucking over the years, but, for some reason, watching Lily really turned me on. That young maid hiding in the closet doing herself added something extra."
She had to get her emotions under control before she could develop the film. She stripped off her clothes as she headed for the bathroom. Hot water helped relieve the kinks from squatting outside the window. She wanted to cum so badly it hurt. Sometimes, the hot water playing over her clit would bring her off. Not today, however. And she didn't want to take the time to masturbate. Not that it did much good. Usually, it left her wanting a hot, hard cock pounding her pussy. A burst of cold water jerked her senses back to nearly normal.
She got out of the shower and dried, mulling the possibility of inserting her Ben Wa balls. She discarded the idea as quickly as she thought of it. They were fun, but only as a prelude to fucking. She needed something else now. She went to the bed table and got the small vibrator that fit comfortably inside her pussy. She was so wet that she didn't need any lubrication for the little buzzer. She kinked her knees and inserted the slender tool part way. She turned it on low and pushed it the rest of the way in. She took a couple of steps and realized how foolish the idea was. The damn thing fell out of her oily hole too easily.
She threw the vibrator on the bed in disgust. She could simply leave the film until later and use her big vibrator that took care of her G-spot and clit at the same time. But she had promised Carl the photos as soon as possible, and a promise was a promise.
Then she remembered the new device she had purchased a few days before and hadn't used yet. It was a neat little gadget that fit over her mound and was held in place by straps around the upper part of her thighs. It should work very well while she moved around. She got it out of the drawer and put it on. She nestled the main part containing the vibrator over her clit, hung the battery pack on one of the thigh straps, and turned it on.
"Oh, yeah!" she breathed into the empty room. "You've hit on the right thing, Christine. Now you can get on with your work."
She thought. Her first orgasm hit before she made it to the door of her darkroom. It ripped through her with such force that she almost fell to her knees. She did have to put her hands on the wall and lean forward until the pleasure waves subsided.
"God, this thing is outstanding if you don't want to do anything but cum. I'll never get that damn film developed and the photos printed if this keeps up. The photos have to dry so I can take them to Carl in the morning. But I need to cum, too. Well, I'll just have to do the best I can to accomplish both."
She turned the control to a lower setting and tried it again. She had only one more orgasm before she got her darkroom work done. Fortunately, it didn't interrupt her. She hung the prints to dry, turned on the overhead light and stepped back to survey her work. The full-color, vivid scenes in the photos did wild things to her imagination.
She turned off the darkroom lights and went back to her bedroom. Her big vibrator was there, the one with the special curve that reached her G-spot and the knob near the base that worked on her clit. It wouldn't be as good as a cock, but it certainly would be better than nothing. The ache in her pussy hadn't gone away. If anything, it had intensified. She stripped off the little cum machine and got on the bed with her big vibrator.
Lying back on the bed, thighs spread wide, she drove the big tool into her cunt, vigorously rubbing her G-spot and clit. She set it on the highest setting, where it would work back and forth and wiggle around as she pumped it in and out.
"Aaahhh! Ooohhh! God, it feels good! Need to cum! Get me there, Chris, get me there!" She called the vibrator the masculine version of her name. She didn't know why. She just did.
She had several good orgasms in a matter of minutes. Not great ones, like the ones she got on a hefty cock, but good enough for the time being. Maybe the next day would bring her better fortune in the way of a big cock.
She rolled onto her side, clamped her hands over her pussy to keep the big tool buried deep in her cunt and went to sleep. Visions of glorious cocks, in all their rampant glory, haunted her dreams.
She awoke the next morning with the vibrator still in her pussy. The batteries had run down during the night. She made a mental note to buy some more. Her pussy still ached for a cock. An ache she wasn't sure when she would be able to take care of.
Well, that wasn't entirely true. She had to take the photos to Carl. What he had hanging between his legs wasn't anything to be sneezed at. He didn't hesitate to fuck her in her office, so she saw no reason why he couldn't fuck her in his office.
She showered and dressed. She called Carl's secretary and made an appointment to see him that morning. She ate a light breakfast, then drove across town.
CHAPTER THREE
"You work fast," Carl said. "I told you, I'm good," Christine replied. She sat on the couch in front of his desk and tossed a large manila envelope on the coffee table. The secretary served them coffee and gave Christine a peculiar look on her way out.
Carl sat beside Christine and dumped the photos on the table. He went all the way through them rather quickly, then started over, taking extra time to look at selected ones. He seemed almost as interested in the shots of the maid as he did those of Lily and Peter.
"Teri is some little gal, isn't she."
"I wonder if Lily knew she was hiding in the closet."
"Who knows?" Carl said. "At least Lily isn't running around spreading her legs where she shouldn't. Those guys don't move in my circles under any circumstances. The closest they come is buying liquor from one of my stores."
He spread the photos out over the coffee table and stared at them. Christine could see a bulge forming in his pants as he looked at the evidence of how his wife had spent the previous afternoon. The photos made her hot, too. The crotch of her panties was soaked. She couldn't tell what he was thinking. She kept quiet, knowing that he would engage her in conversation if he wanted to include her in his thoughts. After a while, he stood.
"I need a drink," he said. "Fix you one?"
"Please," she replied, her voice cracking a little.
He gave her a sly grin and went to the wet bar. He knew what was happening to her. The same damn thing that was happening to him. Which was just fine with him. He wanted some more of her pussy. The couch probably wouldn't be big enough. The floor would. And the carpet was nice and thick.
He gave her a drink, then wandered over and stood at the picture window with his back to the room. He wanted to think, but the only things going through his mind were the visions of Lily, Peter and Teri, and the more vivid images of Christine tumbling around on the floor with him. His cock stiffened more.
Christine drank her highball, unable to take her eyes off the photos spread all over the coffee table. The longer she looked, the hotter she got. Without conscious thought, she lifted the hem of her dress into her lap and slid a hand between her legs. Today, she had worn panties, only because she had worn a bra, and the panties were part of the set. She preferred to go without either. She often had to wear a bra when working, so her tits wouldn't bounce so much if she had to run. She didn't notice that Carl had turned around and was watching her.
She opened her legs very wide, her eyes glued on the photos. She pulled the narrow crotch of her panties up into her wet slit, exposing the outer lips of her pussy and most of her cunt hair.
Carl was totally mesmerized. This was going to be easier than he thought. She was doing all the preliminary work for him. His mouth watered as he eyed her enticing snatch. Watching a woman play with herself really turned him on. He licked his lips several times, the drink in his hand almost forgotten.
She finally noticed him, saw his eyes riveted on the display of charms between her beautiful legs. She decided she might as well have some fun and give him a little show before she let him fuck her. She slid one finger between her cunt lips and dipped the end into her soggy hole. She slipped her wet fingertip back up her slit and played with her love bud. She meant only to tease Carl a little. She got carried away when her fingertip settled on her clit. It felt so damn good. The fact that Carl was watching her was icing on the cake. She had a strong streak of exhibitionism in her, and was proud of it.
Her finger wiggled between her hair-lined lips. Her nails scraped lightly over her distended girl penis. She stared at Carl, her eyes going from his eyes to his crotch and back again. Her mind, however, was directed to the one place that mattered the most right now-her throbbing clit.
Her fuck finger directly on top of her erect love stud sent myriads of electrical jolts stabbing through her. She held her finger against her clit for a moment, then began to rotate it gently. She moaned out loud as waves of stunning pleasure washed over her, bathing her in a torrent of carnal rapture. Her brain boiled with wild images-Carl's big cock throbbing in her cunt, Teri getting herself off, Lily and Peter fucking their heads off.
Her body rocked and rolled in the timeworn tempo of copulation. She was conscious only of her fingers in her cunt and the pictures flashing on and off in her mind. She forgot everything else but the incredible pleasure. Waves of scintillating heat washed through her gyrating body. Her buns jiggled and rippled beneath the explosive stimulation in her groin.
Her juice-soaked fingers stabbed into her pulsating hole. She writhed in unabandoned self-fucking. She put her heels on the edge of the couch, giving her fingers greater freedom as they ranged over the tormented bud of turgid flesh at the top of her slit. The posture also gave Carl an excellent view of her hairy twat and what she was doing to it.
Her hands played in her seething pussy. Claps of thunder exploded in her brain. She felt as though she was on fire, every inch of her flesh scorched with burning excitement. Deep groans gurgled in her throat.
"Oh, I'm cumming!" she whined, her voice wavering with emotion. "I'm cumming so hard!"
She could feel her cunt juice cascade throughout her vaginal depths, rushing like a storm-swollen river along her rippling sheath. Images of shadowy nude figures, fucking with the fury of a tornado, bombarded her brain. Her legs thrashed in total abandonment as her hot, steaming orgasmic fluids flooded over her busy fingers.
She came down slowly, like a glider settling gently to earth. She looked at Carl. He had undressed, and was slowly stroking his inflamed, fully erect cock. She beamed brightly. Her fingers had been fine, and she had enjoyed the wonderful feelings, but she wanted more. She wanted that beautiful cock in her pussy.
"I like a kiss after I cum, Carl. Bring that lovely cock along and give me a big kiss." She put her feet on the floor, lifted her hips and quickly pushed her wet panties over her feet. She put her feet back on the edge of the couch and spread her legs wide again. "Just keep doing what you're doing and come on over here. Give me a big kiss and fuck me good."
"That's the only way I know to fuck," he chuckled.
He leaned over and gave her a sloppy tongue kiss. He knelt, aimed his cock into her wet snatch, and eased the head in. She pulled at his hips, making him sink the long, thick shaft into her depths. He seated his dick to the hilt, then paused to remove her blouse and bra and toss them aside.
"Breathtaking tits," he croaked. He lowered his head and caught a nipple into his mouth. The position wasn't to his liking. He picked her up, swung her around, and put her on the floor. "There, now I can fuck you the way you deserve."
She put her hand behind her knees and pulled them up, nearly to her chin. The road to her goodies was wide open, inviting him to travel along it as he pleased.
"That's the way," he whispered. "Spread your knees so I can suck your tits while I fuck you."
"Yes, yes!" she breathed, opening her knees. Her tits stuck up in the air, ready for his mouth.
Shaking with lust, his nuts burning to empty themselves in the waiting female receptacle, he caught a big distended nipple in his lips as he shoved his cock into her expanded sheath. The sweet hot feel of pussy around his phallus drew a moan from his lips. He pounded into her and hit bottom.
"Ooohhh, God!" she hissed. "Fuck me deep! Fuck me hard!" Her nipple rose in his mouth, becoming even harder and thicker.
"You've got a wonderful cunt, honey," he murmured. "The absolute best!"
"Fuck it! Fuck it a long time. I love it. Love to fuck. You're so big and hot! Want to cum!"
"I'm going to make you cum so much you won't be able to walk, baby."
"Promises, promises," she wailed, enchanted by his big dick. "I know how to crawl! Don't make promises, fuck me!"
He pumped in and out, pausing on the backstroke, teasing her, then shoving back in as hard as he could. He straightened up so he could watch his prick go in and out of her cunt. Her hairy crotch captivated him. "I like to watch my cock go in and out of you," he whispered. "Your bush is so thick and such a beautiful color."
She was approaching another climax. She stayed on a high plateau after getting herself off, and his huge cock quickly brought her back to the peak again. Her moans and shivers became more dramatic. Her tight twat ate his prick, sucking it in, squeezing it fiercely.
"Aaahhh, I'm almost there!" she panted. "Make me cum! Get me off! Now!"
He gave her a few more deep thrusts, rocking her body with the force. She released her thighs and locked her ankles behind his neck.
"Get ready to cum, baby."
He rode a little higher in the saddle and rubbed her clit with the upper side of his cock. He dallied in her pussy, enjoying the sensations, the cling of her tight flesh around his hard meat. Juice flooded out of her hole and wet his nuts. He knew she was no longer a spring chicken. He couldn't tell it by the way she fucked. She was as hot and tight and as active as any young woman he had fucked.
The swift hot shaking of her ass and thighs, the juicy slap of her snatch against his groin, said more than words could have. Her eager panting turned into a fierce moan of delight. Her cunt tightened and vibrated in concert with her body. His plunging prick jangled her nerves. One or two more good thrusts and she would explode.
"There! There!" she muttered. "I'm there, I'm ready. Fuck me hard. Fuck me! I'm cumming! Fuck me! Fuck me! I'm there!" she yelled. "I'm cumming!"
He rode out the storm, holding back his own orgasm with clenched teeth and straining muscles. He promised her that she would cum until she couldn't walk, so he had to hold back and deliver. He continued to pound her cunt, fucking her through this orgasm, knowing that another would soon start.
She bucked and twisted and twitched, aware of nothing but the delicious sensations washing over her body. She kept on cumming and he kept on fucking. Her next climax rolled over her, pushing her back to heavenly heights. Before she came down from that one, the next one started. Then the next. And the next. She lost count of the number of times she came. Not that quantity mattered. All that mattered was that she get complete relief. She slumped under him, the energy wrung from her body by his superb fucking. She reached between her legs and let her fingers trail along his rigid shaft as it worked slowly in and out of her.
"Your cock is still hard," she panted. "You didn't cum yet. Don't you like to fuck me?"
"Shhh," he whispered, kissing her mouth. "I wanted to hold off. Wanted you to cum so much you couldn't walk, remember?"
"Gawd, I couldn't even crawl right now. You've fucked me so well, I'm destroyed. But you have to cum. I can't leave you hanging." Her breathing become a little steadier, but by only a slight degree. Her body was still vibrating, humming with its paean of pleasure. But she was too tired even for the muscles of her cunt to squeeze his rampant rod.
Carl chuckled softly. "You're not going to leave me hanging." He withdrew his cock from her slack twat and sat down. Pulling her head around, he pushed her face toward the stiff shaft, wet and glistening with her cunt juice.
She stuck out her tongue and licked the underside of his throbbing cock. It pulsed in response to the touch of her tongue. She licked it like a lollipop or a stick of candy. Her tongue went up and down the shaft, cleaning her own cunt juice from it.
"You like that, don't you?" Carl asked. "like the taste of your own juice. Bet you like to eat pussy, too, don't you?"
She didn't respond. She would answer that question when the time was right. His cock jerked and spasmed with life, standing stiff and proud, begging her to take it in her mouth.
She did. He savored the sensation of her loving lips and tongue worshipping his pride and joy. Her hungry mouth slurped and sucked so vigorously and enthusiastically that saliva spilled from her mouth, dribbling down her chin and spattering on his scrotum.
She ignored the saliva and anything else that might distract her. She knew he wanted her to suck him off. It was the least she could do after he fucked her superbly. She held his cock in her mouth and wiggled around to straddle one of his outstretched legs. Her auburn hair spread over his thighs, the ends lightly brushing across his flesh as her head bobbed up and down.
He played with her dangling tits, squeezing and pinching the nipples, making them stiffen and redden. He tried to reach her snatch, get his finger on her clit, but it was too far away.
She rubbed her soppy cunt and down the top of his leg, smearing her fuck juice over his thigh, his knee and his shin. She mashed her open gash on his knee and gently wiggled her shapely ass. She couldn't cum again right then, but she savored the feel.
He leaned back against the couch and watched the sexy, beautiful woman gobble his dick. Her mouth felt wonderful, and the visual delight of watching her nude body wiggle as she sucked his cock was an added erotic treat.
She felt his cock stiffen and pulsate against her tongue. Gripping his shaft by the base, she held it firmly in her mouth, sucking harder and harder, urging him to empty its contents into her mouth. She liked to suck cock, to feel a man's hot cream squirting down her throat.
He groaned with pleasure as he came. Her cheeks went hollow as she sucked the semen spurting from the head of his prick. His body went rigid, straightening, lifting his hips off the floor, shoving more of his tool into her mouth. She continued to suck coercively, draining the full load of hot cream from his prick. Her throat muscles worked rapidly as she swallowed. His ass fell back to the floor as the last drop of his cum dribbled into her mouth.
She stayed with him, still sucking his prick as it softened. She sucked his skin flute in her mouth long after he stopped cumming, leaving it as clean and slick as a whistle.
He was totally drained and fully satisfied. He relaxed against the couch, his chin resting on his chest as he waited for his breathing to steady. She spit out his limp dick and it fell against his thigh. She rolled onto her back, body sprawled out beside him, her eyes closed as she rested from her exertions.
"You do that as well as you fuck," he said, his pleasure evident in his voice.
"Glad you liked it. It was the least I could do after you fucked me so beautifully. I could easily become addicted to you, you know."
"Don't expect me to do anything to stop you. You're one fantastic piece of ass."
"Oh, come on," she chided. "You must have pussy stashed all over town. And what about Lily? From what I saw yesterday, she could keep you busy all the time. By the way, do you know what you get when you turn a piece of ass over?"
"No," he said lazily. "What do you get?"
Christine stretched like a contented pussy cat. Which she was. "A pussy," she snickered.
Carl chuckled. "I like a woman with a ribald sense of humor. Some women take fucking too seriously. It's supposed to be fun. And I'll change my statement, since I haven't had your ass yet. You have a fantastic pussy."
"Is that the problem with you and Lily? Has all the fun gone out of your sex life? I mean, you like to fuck and so does she, at least she seemed to yesterday. I was just wondering why the two of you don't like it with each other any more."
"Yeah, I guess that's part of it. Maybe we've been together too long."
"Bullshit! There are lots of ways to keep the fire burning. Does it bother you to see another man fuck her?"
"No. Those photos turned me on as much as anything has in a long time."
"Does she get upset knowing that you fuck other women? She has to know, since you don't seem to pay her much attention."
"I don't really know. She's never said anything."
"Why don't you talk to her? It probably wouldn't make things any worse. Might even make them better. You might be surprised what a little conversation will accomplish. Go to an orgy together. Hell, even have your own. You like my thick bush. Have you ever told her that you would like her to let hers grow?" The photos clearly showed that Lily's mound was clean shaven.
"I've thought about it, but I can't seem to find a way to start."
"Take her to dinner, you big lug. Tank her up on wine or champagne and then just say it, however you can. What do you have to lose?"
"Nothing, I gue... "
CHAPTER FOUR
The door opened and a young man walked part way into the office. Far enough in that he could see Christine spread out on the floor, naked as the day she was born. He hesitated, unable to take his eyes off the luscious body being displayed for him. Well, not specifically for him, but certainly in such a way that he could see all of it.
Carl looked up, anger clouding his face. "What the hell are you doing in here?" he demanded gruffly. "I left specific instructions with Penny that I was not to be disturbed for any reason short of a fire or a national emergency."
"I'm sorry...excuse me...I'll...uh... "
Christine didn't bother to look. She didn't care , if a parade passed through the place. "Who is it, Carl?" she asked softly.
"Bob Wells, my young assistant," Carl said. He pierced the young man with a steady gaze. "Well, I'm waiting for an answer. Didn't Penny tell you to stay out of here? If you can't follow orders, I'll get rid of you."
"Uh, she wasn't at her desk, Carl. Your door wasn't locked, so I...uh... "
He stared at Christine, licking his lips and swallowing hard in an attempt to get rid of the wad of cotton in his mouth. A bulge appeared in his pants. He had heard stories about Carl's sexual prowess. He had even met a few of the women, but never when they were nude, sprawled out on the floor, obviously well-fucked.
"All right!" If Christine wasn't embarrassed, he saw no reason to be. Maybe the young man had something important on his mind. "What the hell do you want?"
"Don't be an old bear," Christine said. She rolled on her stomach, propped her chin in her hands and looked at Bob for the first time. "Maybe he would like to join us. We could have a little threesome, couldn't we?"
Carl looked at Christine, then at Bob, grinning broadly. "I knew you were a woman after my own heart. I'm game, but I don't know about Boy Wonder. He always seems kind of shy. I'm not even sure he-likes girls."
"Well?" Christine asked Bob. "Do you want to just stand there gawking at the goodies, or would you like to sample them?"
Bob looked at Carl, still not sure his boss agreed. Christine's fantastic body and bawdy invitation overcame his shyness, but he didn't want to lose his job over a piece of tail. Carl kept grinning and nodded his head.
That was enough for Bob. He started tearing at his clothes.
"You're the boss," Christine told Carl, also grinning. "You pick the end you want and Bob can have the other. This day is turning out better than I expected." She eyed Bob's cock, happy to see that it wasn't so tiny it wouldn't be any fun. It wasn't as big as Carl's-few were-but it was certainly big enough to enjoy.
Bob watched as Carl knelt between Christine's splayed legs and lifted her hips off the floor. He held his semi-erect cock in one hand and ran the head up and down her slit. He hefted his own cock and stroked it slowly.
Christine got on her hands and knees and rocked back at Carl. She stared at Bob, smiled mischievously and licked her lips. She could feel Carl's cock gaining strength as he rubbed the head up and down her juicy crack.
Bob moved closer to get a better view of the action. He could see the pouting labia of her pussy and the abundant forest of auburn hair covering her mound and spreading into the cleft of her ass.
Carl pushed the ridged glans of his stiff tool between the succulent lips of Christine's seam. Bob watched Carl's big cock nose into her hole.
Christine didn't care which cock went where as long as she got both of them at the same time.
Having two cocks available and not get them simultaneously would be such a terrible waste.
Her cunt lips rolled inward along Carl's hard shaft as he stuffed it into her. Inch by inch, slowly and steadily, he fed his long, thick rod up her hole until his pubic hair was scrubbing against her upturned buttocks. His balls dangled below her pussy, swinging freely. Bob stood by, slowly stroking his own prick.
Carl began to fuck Christine, moving his hips back and forth, taking his time, aware that it would take a while for him to cum again. But his plowing prick was turning her on again. It wasn't going to take her very long to cum. Her tiredness disappeared when Bob stripped off his clothes and she saw what he had to offer.
She bounced and jerked lasciviously, savoring the full effect of having her pussy stretched to capacity while another man watched. The expression on her flushed, lusting face clearly revealed that the big prick was getting very deep in her, rubbing against her womb.
Carl was getting hornier and hotter, too. Christine's sucking cunt was bringing him to a fever pitch much faster than he had anticipated. When Bob started to move into action, he shook his head, silently telling the young man to wait. He could tell that Christine was close to cumming, and he wanted to get her off.
After a few minutes of lusty fucking, Christine arched her back and drove her hips backward. Her inner muscles squeezed and clasped in a spastic motion. She sighed and moaned. The moans turned into sharp intakes of breath, and then changed again to squeals as she started cumming. She spasmed several times, deep in the ecstasy of orgasm.
Carl kept up his steady, powerful fucking. As soon as Christine roared through her orgasm and started easing off, he withdrew his cock and moved aside. Motioning Bob over, he crawled in front of Christine's head. His wet, hard cock stuck out from his loins like an iron rod. He enjoyed the way she sucked him off, and wanted her mouth again. Finding good pussy wasn't all that hard. Finding a woman who really knew how to suck cock wasn't nearly as easy.
Bob was more than ready to get a little of Christine's nooky. Unable to restrain himself, he fell on his belly and stuck his face in her quim. He simply had to taste her before he fucked her. Running his tongue up and down her seam, he licked and chewed for a few minutes, giving her , an added thrill. She quickly rose to the occasion and was about to cum again when he raised up on his knees and shoved his cock into her.
Carl offered his cunt-soaked cock to Christine as Bob's prong disappeared into her tight sheath. Mouth ovaled and tongue flicking, she took the offering. She laved Carl's cock, wantonly satisfying both men at the same time. Bob was banging away like a rabbit. The change of pace from Carl's slow fucking brought her right back up to the edge once more. She humped her ass back at him, urging him to blow his wad into her while she sucked the cum out of Carl's big rod. She wanted them to spew into both ends at the same time, filling her mouth and cunt with their hot loads.
Carl started first, healthy spurts of cum pouring from his cock tip. This time, he did something different. Just as he started cumming, he pulled his dick out of her mouth and let the first spurt splash over her lips and chin. Then he shoved his spurting prick back into her mouth, letting the rest of his cum shoot down her throat.
Bob grunted out loud and unloaded into her spasming love tunnel. He shoved his prick in a as deep as he could get it, held her hips in an iron grip, and emptied himself into her.
Christine cleaned Carl's cock, moaning and grunting. Her body writhed and shook as her cunt and mouth gulped cum. Bob fell away from her ass and sat down beside her. She flopped onto her belly and rested her head on one of Carl's thighs.
Carl nodded to Bob and jerked his thumb toward the door. His part in the party was over. Bob put on his pants, gathered up the rest of his clothes and left.
"Oh, God, I'm beat!" Christine muttered, rolling over and sitting up. "But that was fun. The whole morning has been loads of fun."
"Don't tell me that you have to leave," Carl objected. "Stick around. We might find some other way to make things interesting."
"You might find some other way to kill me, too!" she laughed. "I can't even get up off the damn floor!"
He picked her up and sat her on the couch, then went to the bar and fixed two drinks. He gave her one and sat on the couch by her. He enjoyed the sight of her nude body, but was too tired to do anything about it.
"You're quite a woman," he said, raising his glass in a salute. "Is there anything that turns you off?"
"Sloppy personal hygiene and pain," she answered immediately. "I don't mean pain like now, when my jaws are tired and my pussy is sore. I mean the kind of physical pain that really hurts, that's inflicted on purpose."
"I'd never hurt you," Carl said. "You do seem to like it when you're fucked real hard, though."
"Oh, that's totally different. Sometimes, when I'm really horny, when I want to cum and cum, I like it that way. You picked up on that right away. Thank you. There are other times, though, when I like it gentle and slow. Just depends on what mood I'm in." She paused, then looked at him, her expression serious. "See how easy it is for us to talk? Surely it's just as easy to talk to Lily. You two have been together a long time, haven't you?"
"Yeah, more years than I like to think about at times. Not because I'm tired of her, but because it means I'm getting older. We've been through a lot together. Maybe that's part of the problem. I haven't always made a lot of money. I started with one little liquor store on a corner downtown. We both worked our asses off making that place pay. When I got enough money together, I bought a distributorship. And opened more stores. Now, I do business in several states. But Lily and I have just drifted apart." He sounded a little sad.
"So? You seem to want to stay together. Maybe you spend too much of your time making money and not enough making love to your wife. She was an important part of your life once. Now, she does what, sit at home, waiting for you? Maybe she just feels left out by your success. Why don't you show her that she's still important to you? Make time for her. You have all sorts of help around here. Let them shoulder some of the responsibility." She paused. "You won't have any trouble with Bob, will you? Maybe I shouldn't have invited him to join us. I don't want to cause trouble."
"He'll be okay. He's a good guy. If I had thought he would try to take advantage of the situation, I would have shooed him out no matter what you said. Won't get much work out of him this afternoon, though." Carl chuckled. "He'll probably spend the rest of the day chasing his secretary around her desk or beating a hole in his couch with her ass. But, what the hell? He's a damn good worker. Does more than he's paid for, actually."
They finished their drinks, neither saying anything for several moments. Christine picked up one of the photos of Lily and Peter, one showing Lily's pussy clearly.
"If you like a thick bush, why did Lily shave her pussy?"
"I don't know. Guess she thought it would be something that would make me notice her. You're right. I don't pay enough attention to her. Not the right kind of attention, anyway."
"A bald pussy does look kind of alluring, you know. Sort of sexy, in its own way. Is she bi?"
"You know, that's something I'm not real sure about. I've never asked her about that, either, and she's never expressed herself one way or the other. I suspect she is, though. I think she might be getting it on with Teri. She doesn't really need a maid. Didn't want one in fact, but I insisted. Status, I guess. Anyway, she just went through the motions of interviewing different ones until she met Teri. Then she made up her mind in a hurry. Must have seen something there that interested her."
"Could be. Teri looks pretty sexy doing herself. Look at the lust on her face. Maybe you've got all the makings for a small orgy right there at home, and don't realize it."
"Yeah, Teri ain't half bad, is she? Wonder if Lily would go for that? A little threesome sometimes, I mean."
"Stud, you might be surprised what Lily would go for. Guess the ball's in your court, so to speak. Up to you what you do about it."
"Been thinking about that. In the last few minutes, anyway. About time I got off my ass and took care of the home front, huh?"
"Try it. You might even find out you like it," she teased. "Now, I've got to be on my way. Can't make a living sitting here without any clothes on."
"Oh, don't be too sure. I don't mean it as an insult, but if you ever decided to sell your ass, you would be a millionaire before long." He grinned broadly and tweaked her nipple.
"Hands off, Buster!" she teased back. "You'll get something started again, and my poor little old pussy's just too sore."
"What about your jaw? Is it rested?"
She punched him playfully on the arm. She stood, leaned over and kissed him deeply. "By the way, stud, you haven't shown me what you can do with your mouth and tongue. Don't think that is going to go on forever." She moved out of his reach quickly and dressed.
"Next time I see you, for sure," he said seriously. "I'll eat your pussy until you cum all you want."
"Promises, promises," she teased. She blew him a kiss and left.
On her way out, Penny gave her a long, searching look and a big smile. She wondered if Carl was getting any of his secretary's pussy. She would have to ask him the next time she saw him. Maybe there was the making of another threesome there, one with Penny and her. She looked sexy enough to be fun.
CHAPTER FIVE
Christine Hammonds, Private Detective, had a rather simple approach to life: she didn't want to make all the money in the world. Just enough to live a comfortable life. And she did that. Beyond that, she did her best to be honest with herself and her clients. And to have fun. Being honest with clients was the easy part. Being honest with herself was another matter.
She wasn't a superwoman, and didn't pretend to be. At times she let her dreams, her wishes, get in the way of reality. Most of the time, however, she didn't forget who and what she was.
She lay in bed Saturday morning, letting her mind wander as she drank her coffee and pretended to read the morning paper.
As she told Carl, she decided early in life that she wanted to be a policewoman. She went to college with that goal in mind. After graduation, she found that she had been living with false hopes. Although she passed all her tests, including the physical performance portion, she wasn't tall enough. There was nothing she could do about that. She had simply stopped growing too soon. At least, she had stopped growing up too soon. She hadn't stopped growing out. Her breasts hadn't anyway.
When she took the physical ability portion of the tests for the police academy, the gym had been packed. The men and the skinny women wanted to see how a woman who was so damn top-heavy would handle the physical performance test. Christine smiled as she thought of the push-ups. That had been easy. Her breasts touched the floor long before her arms were completely bent. In that way, at least, she had a distinct advantage.
Her smile faded as she recalled the snide, even nasty, comments most of the men had made. Not to her directly, but loud enough that she could hear them when they punched each other in the ribs with their elbows and snickered as she went through the test.
She held her temper in check, set her mind to her task, and aced the test. For all the good it did her. It had been tempting to face down the men and give them a piece of her mind. Prudence was the better way, she had decided. Showing them that she could do all the things they could, and do them as well, if not better, was the more intelligent thing to do. A piece of her mind wasn't what they wanted anyway.
And that thought brought to mind to the other part of her life she had finally come to grips with. Her sexuality. Far a long time, she tried to suppress her lusty nature. When she was growing up, her parents and society taught her that lusty women lived outside the rules. Only after years of struggle had she allowed herself to explore that aspect of her character and face the truth. From that day forward, she resolved to be what she was, without excuses to anyone. People could accept her for who and what she was, or they could go to hell.
She wasn't promiscuous in the sense that many people understand the term. She didn't accept every offer that was made to her. If she had, she would have spent her entire life fucking. She was highly selective, turning down a lot more offers than she accepted.
Her ex-husband said he couldn't accept who and what she was. Then he ran away with his secretary who, if anything, had hotter pants than Christine. She no longer cared. She had a wonderful son and a highly successful detective agency. It hadn't been when she got it in the divorce settlement. She had to work her ass off to make it so.
Lately, she had one overpowering thought. She wanted to fuck her son. There it was, stripped of all the imagine words. She didn't care what others might think. She wanted what she wanted.
And that thought brought to mind to the other part of her life she had finally come to grips with. Her sexuality. Far a long time, she tried to suppress her lusty nature. When she was growing up, her parents and society taught her that lusty women lived outside the rules. Only after years of struggle had she allowed herself to explore that aspect of her character and face the truth. From that day forward, she resolved to be what she was, without excuses to anyone. People could accept her for who and what she was, or they could go to hell.
She wasn't promiscuous in the sense that many people understand the term. She didn't accept every offer that was made to her. If she had, she would have spent her entire life fucking. She was highly selective, turning down a lot more offers than she accepted.
Her ex-husband said he couldn't accept who and what she was. Then he ran away with his secretary who, if anything, had hotter pants than Christine. She no longer cared. She had a wonderful son and a highly successful detective agency. It hadn't been when she got it in the divorce settlement. She had to work her ass off to make it so.
Lately, she had one overpowering thought. She wanted to fuck her son. There it was, stripped of all the imagine words. She didn't care what others might think. She wanted what she wanted.
In the past couple of years, she tried to get her son to pay attention to her sexually. Not openly, but subtle ways designed to let him know that she was very receptive to some undercover action he might not be getting from the girls he dated. She hadn't cared then, still didn't care, that he was her son.
Sean was a twenty-two-year-old, six-foot hunk, handsome enough to attract attention from a plethora of girls. But not so handsome as to be a pretty boy. His deep brown eyes, curly brown hair, and muscular build marked him as a desirable target.
He had something else, though, that wasn't immediately evident. He had a thick cock, at least eleven inches long. She knew about it. She had seen it often enough while he was still at home. In fact, she had become very adept at spying on him when he came in from a date. It was easy for her to tell when he had been out with a teaser.
His mood was an instant clue that he hadn't gotten in the girl's pants. At those times, he usually went to his room and masturbated. And Christine had managed to watch. Her mouth had almost watered as he displayed that big cock. She had not, however, ever been able to get him to let her take care of him, something she was more than willing to do however he wished. Not that it had done her any good. Either he didn't notice, or he chose not to notice. Which amounted to the same thing in the long run.
She wished Sean would come for a visit so she could carry through with her fondest wish. As if on cue, the phone rang. Dragging her mind back to the present, she picked it up and identified herself.
"Hi, Mom. You up to a visit from your long-lost son?"
"Sean! How nice to hear from you. Of course, I'm up to it. Where are you?"
"Across town. I drove all night. Thought I might spend a day or two with you, if you aren't too busy."
"Don't have a thing on for the next few days." She looked down at her body and chuckled. She didn't have a thing on, period.
"You at home or the office?"
"Home. Got the phone on call forwarding. Saturdays are usually pretty slow unless I'm working on a case."
"Okay, Mom. See you in about half an hour."
Sean worked out of Kansas City for a national carpet company, selling to warehouses and distributors. His territory stretched across five states to the west, and he drove every inch of it. He spent more time on the road than he did in his apartment. Christine wished he would settle down in one place. Namely, in Denver, and join her in the detective agency. She needed help, and could teach him everything he needed to know. She had suggested it a couple of times. He dodged the suggestion rather clumsily. She knew he was a lady-killer and suspected that he thought she would cramp his style. If she had her way, she would show him that she would not only not cramp his style, she would add to his enjoyment of women.
She hurried to the kitchen, started a pot of fresh coffee, then went to the bathroom. She didn't bother to make plans of what they would do. She already knew. As she bathed, her pussy started tingling. Her son's cock was bigger even than Carl's not insignificant tool. Sean didn't know it yet, but she was going to have that beautiful cock in as many ways as she could imagine. This time, she would be as blatant as necessary to get what she wanted.
She put on a lightweight robe, one that wasn't quite transparent, and was tight enough to show off her alluring body to perfection.
Sean gave her a hug and a kiss on the forehead. She wasn't having any of that nonsense. She pulled his head down and planted a deep, longing kiss on his mouth. Her tongue darted quickly between his lips.
"Hello, son," she said softly, making no effort to leave the circle of his arms.
"Wow, that's some welcome!" His hands brushed her full, curvy ass as he slowly released her.
Whether his touch was by design or accident, she didn't know. She did know that it turned her on more. She rubbed against him, letting him get the feel of her firm tits and crotch. And telling him that she was nude under the light gown.
"Hungry?" she said teasingly.
"Yeah," he replied, at last moving back a step. "I don't why everyone says that truck stops have the best food in the country. I get heartburn every time I eat in one."
Okay, son, play your little game, but you won't get away this time. You don't stand a chance. "Why don't you take a shower while I get something ready for you?"
"Sounds like a good idea. I'll just park these bags first."
"Put them in your old room. I haven't turned it into a sewing room, or some such foolishness."
"As I remember, you don't sew," he said with a big grin.
"I'll bring you a cup of hot coffee. You know where the bathroom is."
She waited until she heard the shower running, then took a mug of coffee to the bathroom.
"I'll put your coffee on the cabinet," she called over the sound of the running water. She could see the outline of his nude body behind the frosted glass shower stall. She slipped out of her robe. "Find everything you need?"
"Yeah. This hot water feels good. I always feel so grungy after a long drive," Sean replied.
She slid the door open quietly and stepped into the shower. He had been soaping his groin, and his hefty cock was still lying in the palm of his hand.
"Mom! What the hell?" He was too astonished to move, to even turn loose of his cock.
"I always start my day with a shower," she said innocently. As innocently as she could manage, anyway. Her heart was pounding and her blood felt like molten lava in her veins. "This country is high desert, you know, and water is at a premium." She flashed him a big smile and reached out to take his cock in her hand. "Here, let me do that for you."
"Mom! Are you out of your mind? You're... "
"A woman," she finished for him. "And I've been wanting to do this for a while." She went to her knees in front of his and rinsed the soap from his cock. "Your cock is awesome," she whispered.
Her tongue swirled around the knob, sending delicate little shivers through both of them. Opening her mouth as wide as she could get it, she eased the massive head between her lips.
"Mom! You're... "
Releasing his cock, she said softly, "You're repeating yourself, dear. You must like it. Your cock does. It's getting hard." Taking the head of his prick back into her mouth, she sucked and tongued it eagerly, stilling his objections.
"Aaahhh," he groaned softly. There was nothing else he could say. Her mouth was pulling all his thoughts down into his rapidly stiffening cock.
He was deeply suntanned all over. There wasn't a lot of hair on the rest of his body, but his crotch was loaded with curly brown hair. She ran one hand through the pubic forest as she held the base of his cock in her other hand. As his cock got harder, it swelled until she had trouble holding it in her mouth. She was all shivery and excited and itching to ride the big tool. In the meantime, she would give him a good blow job just to get things started. And to quiet his objections. Once she had his cum in her mouth, he couldn't very well tell her no to anything else.
She pulled her head back from his cock and stared it. She reached between his legs and hefted his heavy balls. His dick waved gently back and forth a little, like a cobra rising out of its basket. This time, the snake charmed the flute player.
He pushed his hips forward, touching his mother's lips with the tip of his prick. A droplet of pre-cum hung on the end, glistening like a small pearl. "I figured it would come to this some day," he said. "You've been after me, I could tell."
"If you knew, why didn't you surrender?"
"You know how it is, Mom. It's kind of hard for a guy to admit that he wants to fuck his mother."
CHAPTER SIX
"Aha!" Christine exclaimed. "I knew it!"
Sean stared down at his mother as she rubbed his firm cockhead over her lips, her cheeks, through her eyelashes, and back to her lips. Stretching her mouth wide as it would go, she guided the massive bulb with her tongue as she eased it between her teeth.
"Oh, yeah, baby, get a good mouthful of my cock!" he moaned.
All of his earlier doubts dissipated. A hot, active mouth was a hot, active mouth, the fact that the same blood flowed in their veins notwithstanding. He wanted to cum!
She sucked the tip, lipped it like an ice cream cone. It was good. The taste of cock always stimulated her. He stood with his back to the water, blocking the strong flow from her face. Rivulets ran down his body, through his pubic hair and along his thighs. She worked her lips a little further onto the cockhead and caressed the rounded, blunt dome with her tongue.
"Mmmmmm," he muttered. "That feels good."
She slipped her tongue under his cockhead, then drew it across the tip. A drop of warm, slightly salty liquid oozed onto her tongue. She sucked it into her mouth and swallowed it. Forcing her jaws farther apart, she drew her lips back onto her teeth, inviting him to stick as much of his cock as possible into her mouth.
He knew the size of his cock made it difficult to suck. He caressed his mother's cheeks and eased a bit more into her mouth.
She tried hard, but could take only the head inside. It was simply too big for her to handle and suck in the normal way! Closing her lips around what she did have in her mouth, she slid her hand up and down the shaft, gently squeezing and releasing. If she couldn't suck him off the usual way, she would hold the head in her mouth, licking and sucking as she jacked him off. With a hard gulp, she sucked the head as her hand worked more rapidly up and down the shaft.
He had no objection to the way she was sucking him. Few women even tried to take him in their mouth, let alone figure out a way to suck him off. He lightly cupped her chin and let his cock rub along his fingers as it moved slightly back and forth. Her mouth was stretched as wide as she could get it, with only the head of his cock inside. She did manage to move her head some, giving him more of a sensation of being sucked off.
She sucked furiously, her lips tugging at the wedging bulb of his cockhead. Her hand moved faster and faster along the shaft. Her other played with his heavy balls. She stuck out a finger and tickled the area between the rear of his cock and his ass-hole. His cock swelled more, and she knew she was doing things right. He was going to cum soon, going to fill her mouth his male juice. She wanted every drop down her throat. Keeping her lips tightly sealed behind the bulging knob, she increased the pressure in her mouth and the movement of her hand along the shaft.
"Aaahhh," he hissed. "Suck it, baby! Suck me off!"
She didn't need any urging. That was exactly what she intended to do. She had waited too long for this chance not to finish what she had started. The mammoth cockhead felt marvelously warm and comfortable in her mouth. A few more strokes and she would have what she was after: he would shoot off in her mouth and his hot cream would pour down her throat.
Releasing his cockhead, but continuing to jerk her hand along the shaft, she looked up at her son and asked, "You are going to give me your delicious cream, aren't you? I want it. I like to eat cum." She put his cock back in her mouth and resumed sucking without waiting for him to answer.
He gulped as his mother's lips closed over his cock. Her wet, sucking mouth shattered his control. His hot sperm spurted into her mouth. She gulped it down, purring with pleasure as she gobbled his cock and his cum.
Christine released her son's cock, sat back on her heels and looked up at him, smiling. "My, that was some load you were carrying. Haven't you had any pussy lately?"
"As a matter-of-fact, I nailed a little waitress at a truck stop last night," he said with a chuckle. "But you're something else! No one has ever sucked me that well."
"I remember the first time I caught you jacking off. I thought you had a fence post in your hands," she said. She worked her jaws, easing the tension in the hinges. "And I still think so. Your cock is the biggest one I've ever sucked. Hell, it's the biggest one I've ever had the chance to suck."
"You were marvelous," he replied, taking her in his arms and pulled her voluptuous naked body to his. "After I got over my astonishment, it was terrific."
"I have a lot more ideas, too," she teased.
"I thought you were going to fix breakfast." He kissed her, only this time it was on the lips, not the forehead. Not at all the way a son usually kisses his mother.
"No, I said I would get something ready for you. You're holding it."
"Oh, so that's the way it is, huh? Well, hell, I can find some food most any time, most anywhere. Shall we adjourn to the bedroom?"
"I thought you would never ask!" she replied brightly.
This was going just the way she wanted. Before long, she was going to have that wonderful cock in her pussy. And any other place she could get it. What started as a dull weekend suddenly looked much more exciting.
They quickly dried and headed for the bedroom. She detoured to the kitchen and filled two big mugs with coffee, liberally laced with fine brandy. They sat with their backs against the headboard, drinking coffee and smoking a cigarette while Sean recovered. She wanted him fully hard again before she started the next round.
"I thought I was coming by for a simple visit," he said. "Never thought things would turn out this way."
"Even though you wanted to fuck me?"
"I thought that was just a fantasy."
"I've been fantasizing about you, dear. When you called, I made up my mind that I was going to have you."
"I had no idea that my mother was such a sexy little minx."
"I'm a hot mama, dear," Christine chuckled.
"And I'm going to give you every chance to prove it for yourself."
"I understand even less why Dad ran away with his secretary."
"He thought I was too sexy, dear," she said. "I think the truth was, he thought I was too hot for him to handle. I guess he was right. I tried to suppress my true nature and make the marriage work, dear. I really did. But I got so tired of being pulled and torn between what I had been taught and my true feelings. I offered him a way to work it out, but he said he couldn't stand the thought of becoming swingers. His secretary had pants as hot as mine. I wonder how he's handling her."
"He isn't," Sean said. "I talk to him on the phone at least once a month. She left him."
"Can't say that surprises me. Now that you know what I am, I hope you don't think less of me.
"Oh, no! How could I? Now that I've accepted the fact that it doesn't seem to matter that we're mother and son, I like the idea of being with you."
"You can be with me all the time," she said. "I need a partner."
"Mom, we've talked about that before. You know how I feel."
"Honey, I know how much you like women. Not just pussy, women in general. Really good lovers adore women, by the way. I think you're afraid that I'll cramp your style if you live with me. Hang on, and I'll tell you a little story that illustrates how uninhibited your mother is." She took their mugs to the kitchen and refilled them. She came back and sat with her hip pressed against his.
"Shortly after your father left, I dated one of his friends who had been trying to get in my pants for years. He was a lot like you. Older, of course, but the same handsome looks and love of women.
"He drew me like a magnet. He seemed to be able to read my mind, knew there was another person entirely lurking just beneath the surface. All he had to do was find a way to let her out. After a couple of dates, he had me wrapped around his little finger. William Stuart was his name. Do you know him?"
"Can't say I do," Sean replied.
"My favorite restaurant is a little out-of-the-way place that has a cozy atmosphere and home-cooked food to die for. Bill took me there one night and gave me a stunning necklace. A heavy gold chain with a big antique coin hanging on it. He insisted that I put it on right away. Then he talked me into unbuttoning my blouse halfway down my chest so he could see it lying against my skin. I was hesitant, but he insisted, so I did. I wasn't wearing a bra, the blouse was thin, and most of my tits were showing for all to see. I felt embarrassed at first, but gradually got used to the idea. He kept complimenting me on how it looked and how beautiful it was, and I just ate it up!
"I left my blouse open all during dinner. We were having coffee and brandy when a friend of his, a woman, came by. She kept looking at me, at my tits with the nipples showing, and that big hunk of antique gold hanging between them. When she said she thought it was beautiful, Bill told her she should feel how heavy it was. I was really into his little game by then, so I leaned forward, letting my blouse hang open a bit further. Carol reached down between my tits and lifted the coin. Her hand brushed the inside of both of my tits. Bill saw the way I shivered when she touched me. I was still tingling when we left the restaurant. And my blouse was still way open, showing both of my nipples. I have to admit they were easy to see, standing up the way they were.
"There's a little park near the restaurant. He backed me up against a tree, hauled up my skirt and stripped my panties down. He didn't even bother to see that no one was around. He just started teasing my pussy with his tongue. There was another couple across the park, watching us. I don't think they could hear us, but they sure could see us. It was wild! He really ate me out. He put his thumb in my pussy and a finger in my ass, and I exploded. I was shaking and screaming and cumming so hard. I couldn't stop. I know that couple heard us then. Or me, anyway. Bill couldn't say anything. His head was locked between my thighs, his face so deep in my pussy he almost smothered."
She shivered in fond remembrance of the event and set her coffee mug on the table. She took Sean's cock in her hand and fondled it lazily.
"The next thing I knew, Bill had his cock in me. I hadn't stopped cumming from his tonguing. I was so wet and so hot and so turned on, I didn't even know he was fucking me until he had his cock all the way in me. He was hotter than a firecracker, too. He fucked me so hard, he almost pushed me right up the trunk of that tree! Tore the back of my blouse all to hell. And messed up the front of his pants real bad. I was so wet, I just poured juice all over him. He came after just a few strokes. We had to go straight home. We were both still so hot and our clothes were a mess. Man, did we have a ball after we got home!
"A few nights later, he arrived with Carol in tow. Shocked the hell out of me. She was a redhead, too. He told me later that he was partial to redheads."
"I don't blame him," Sean interrupted. "Not if Carol was anything like you." His hands were also busy, lightly caressing his mother's body, exploring it for the first time.
"She was a beautiful woman, let me tell you. And sexy as all get out. After I got over my shock, and some jealous feelings, it was fun."
"Was that the first time you had been in a threesome?"
"Yeah. Oh, I'd thought about making it with another woman, but I never had the nerve to try. I thought Bill just wanted to take turns with us. That was okay with me. I thought it would be a real blast to fuck in front of another woman, and watch him fuck her. It didn't take him long to get us out of our clothes. From the way she acted, I knew that Carol had done a threesome before. I couldn't help looking Carol over carefully. She was taller than I, with high, firm tits, a small waist, and full, well-rounded hips. It was interesting looking at another redhead. Her bush wasn't as thick as mine. It was sort of wispy, flowing down between her full thighs. She had lots of freckles, too.
"Bill had us sit in a circle on the floor. He was on my left and Carol was on my right. He got things started immediately. His own version of follow-the-leader, or something like that. He gave us instructions, and we had to do what he said. When he told us to kiss the person on our left between the legs, I didn't hesitate. I was to kiss his cock, after all.
"When I felt Carol's head between my legs and her mouth on my pussy, I knew it wasn't going to by an ordinary night. She did more than just kiss my pussy. She used her tongue. Skillfully! In seconds, I was lying on my back, my legs wide open, and she was going at my pussy with a skill that was almost indescribable. She knew just what to do."
"And why not?" Sean said. "Who knows better how to eat pussy than another woman? I mean, I'm no slouch at it, but I know there are women who can do it a whole lot better. A woman who-likes the taste of pussy has it hands down over a man, no matter how good he is. She has intimate knowledge of a girl's anatomy, after all." He slipped a finger into the part of the anatomy he was discussing and toyed with his mother's clit.
"So, anyway, there I was, my head lying in Bill's lap and Carol's head between my thighs. I could feel his cock getting hard. He was playing with my nipples, and she had me about ready to come apart at the seams. It was all so fan-fucking-tastic! Her busy tongue was causing sensations in my wet pussy that almost drove me out of my mind. I knew I just had to do the same thing to her after she finished me. Fiery sparks of lust were just consuming me.
"When I came, so Bill told me later, I was bucking and thrashing so hard that he had to hold my shoulders and Carol had to hold onto my hips to keep me from getting away from them. Boy, did I ever cum!
"As soon as I had calmed down a little, I tumbled over on top of that gorgeous hunk of female flesh and did to her what she had done to me. It was my first time, of course, but I knew just what she wanted. She had been so tender and loving with me, and I was the same with her."
Her story and Sean's finger were getting her excited. And he was getting turned on by the story and her hand. Her pussy was wet again, and his cock was standing tall and proud for her.
"We spent the rest of the night doing things I had only guessed about before. I even let Bill have me in the ass." She ended a little shyly, not knowing how her son felt about such kinky activities.
"Wow, you must have really had a good time!" Sean said. "Have you done that again?"
"What, take a cock in my ass? I love it, if the man is gentle." She held his cock up and eyed it critically. "I think I can even take you there if you would like. You'll have to promise not to hurt me."
"I would never do anything to hurt you." He kissed her deeply, then slid down.
She knew where he was headed. She was more eager for him to lick her than he was. She stuffed a pillow under her ass to raise her pussy for him, then leaned back against the other pillows.
He put her legs over his shoulders, tipping her pussy even higher. He stuck out his tongue and traced the tip along her puffy lips, carefully avoiding her clit. He dipped his tongue into her soppy snatch and drank the juice pouring from her hole.
"Mmmmmm, you taste good," he murmured. "Eat your mother's pussy, dear. Make me cum."
He licked her pussy all over, even ran his tongue down to her ass-hole and lightly tickled the little brown ring. He spent several minutes licking, kissing and nibbling her slick lips, fucking her with his tongue, and playing all around her clitoris.
Christine couldn't stand the wait any longer. She grabbed his head and mashed his face into her twat. He relished the flushed, slippery flesh of her cunt lips. He literally dived into her honey pot, lapping up her savory secretions with a compelling passion. He licked higher in her slit, immediately finding the distended nub of flesh waiting for his tongue.
She shuddered and hunched her cunt up to his questing mouth. He worried her love button, flicking and licking it rapidly. The quickness and intensity of her orgasm startled him.
"Oh, my God!" she screeched. "I'm cumming, dear, I'm cumming!" She heaved and thrashed, bucked and jerked, moaning and screeching.
He held onto her hips and kept his tongue firmly planted on her clit, driving her to the heights of passion. She pushed at his head, indicating that she could no longer stand even the touch of his tongue. He sat up, smacking his lips and smiling.
"Talk about cumming! You really got off. I like a woman with a hair trigger."
"More like a hairy trigger," she snickered. "I was so hot, I was ready to cum on your finger. At least that takes the edge off so we can relax and have some fun."
"I thought we were having fun," he teased. He ran the tip of his finger along her cunt lips. "I like the way your inner lips stick out. They're so full and tasty."
"I think we ought to take a short break and have some breakfast." She gave him a mischievous smile. "All this talking has made me hungry."
"Talking my ass. But that's a good idea."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Christine fixed their food, running around in the nude, while Sean drank more coffee.
"Sean, will you go out with one of my girlfriends if I arrange it?"
"Mom, you don't have to fix me up with girls," he replied.
"But I want to, dear. Linda is a sure thing. She adores young studs with big cocks."
"Are you going to tell her how big my cock is?" he laughed.
"Sure, why not? How else will she know that you fill the bill? She's about my age. That won't bother you, will it?"
"Age doesn't bother me, Mom, but I don't understand why you're pushing me."
"It's simple, dear. You think I'll cramp your style if you live with me and join my agency. I want to show you that I won't. I know several girls your age, too. They all love sex. I'm not greedy, dear. I just want my share."
"Why do you want to kill me off at such an early age?"
"I have all the faith in the world in you, dear," she replied. "You're young and healthy and extremely virile. Do you know another young man whose mother will give him all the pussy he wants, and set him up with her girlfriends?"
"I don't know another man whose mother will give him all the pussy he wants," he said. "You're serious about this, aren't you?"
"You'd better believe I am!"
"Okay, I'll think about it. No promises, though. In the hurly-burly when I got here, I forgot to tell you that the company reorganized my territory. I'm going to work out of Denver now."
"See?" she said with a naughty grin. "You're halfway there already. You can live with me until you find a place of your own. If you really want to after I get through with you."
He grinned and shook his head with resignation. "You're something else, Mom."
"I told you, dear, I'm a hot mama, and I love you."
"You love my cock," he teased.
She smiled sweetly. "Of course I do, dear. It's part of you, isn't it?"
After they ate, they carried another mug of coffee laced with brandy to the living room. As soon as they put their mugs down, he scooped her up in his arms. He kissed her and stuck his tongue down her throat. He moved it around, exploring her hot, humid mouth. He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes.
"I want to fuck you," he said softly.
"Are you going to drink your coffee?" she teased.
"You've got to be kidding!"
She grabbed his cock and hurried to the bedroom. "All right, dear, you're going to get me-anyway you want me!" She tumbled into bed on her back. She flexed her knees and spread her thighs wide. "Okay, darling, come get it. Fuck your hot mama's tight little pussy. Hard!"
He nuzzled his lips into the soft, warm flesh of her twat, taking the time to get her ready for his oversized cock. Her pussy relaxed and the damp lips opened wide as he worked his tongue deep into her hole. When she was well-lubricated, his lifted his head and knelt between her thighs, guiding his cock toward her pussy.
She reached down for his cock with both hands, looking at it between her heaving tits. "Let me help...that's right, dear, just right...oh, yes!. . .oh, damn...that's right!"
Her tight, wet hole helped alleviate the throbbing ache in his swollen dick. He penetrated her with gentle thrusts of his hips. He had to keep a tight rein on his impulse to throw himself violently forward and bury it in her cunt with one hard lunge. He put his hands on her slender waist and looked down at his mother's beautiful body.
She held herself wide open for him with her thighs splayed wide. She held onto his wrists and undulated her hips with sensual, languid movements as his cock inched deeper into her. An intense desire to cum suddenly reared up in his mind and focused on the hard knot of cum gathered behind his prick. He felt an overwhelming need to discharge it and rid himself of the nearly intolerable burden.
Without warning, cum gushed from his cock in a hot flood. He grunted hoarsely and pumped his hips faster. His cock sank all the way into her grasping gash as his cum spurted into her, lubricating her tight sheath. The raging desire to fuck her was still a fiery hunger within him. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her waist and fucked her with a hard, driving rhythm.
She made a questioning sound in her throat when she felt him cum. She hummed with pleasure as he fucked her full tilt. She locked her legs around his waist and humped her ass in responsive movements.
"Aaahhh, what a stud my son is," she breathed. "Fill your mama's pussy just to make it slicker, and now you're going at it like you haven't fucked in a year! Get your mama's pussy good, dear. Fuck me good! Ooohhh, it's great, baby...simply great. Your hot mama loves to fuck, baby. I love your big cock...shove that cock up your mama's hot cunt, baby...fuck me...love your big fucking cock fucking me... "
Her face twisted in sweet agony. Her head rolled from side to side. She clamped her cunt muscles tightly around his thrust shaft. He hammered his cock into her, driving her toward climax. Her writhing and bucking became frantic. Her hips snapped off the bed, lifting him slightly, as her orgasm grabbed her.
"Fuck me...fuck me...fuck me... " she chanted as she came.
Her body went limp under him. He slowed the pace of his fucking and cupped her buttocks in his hands. She swallowed dryly, drawing in a deep, shuddering breath. Gripping his shoulders, she put her feet on the bed and began thrusting her hips up at him, fucking him.
"Oh, fuck, son, you're marvelous," she whispered. "A fantastic fucker. Your big cock feels so good inside me. I think you could fuck me to death and I wouldn't care. Your cock is swelling, dear. Want to cum now?"
"Yeah," he panted, burrowing his face into the hollow of her shoulder. He licked her smooth skin as he slid his cock in and out of her.
"Okay, dear, I'll help you cum. Your mother will help you cum, dear. No one has ever fucked me so well, baby. Feel my pussy around your cock, dear. It's sucking your cock, dear, just like my mouth did. It wants your cum, dear. My cunt's squeezing your cock because it wants your cum. Put your cum in your mother's pussy, dear. It's sucking your cum out, dear... "
Her voice trembled and her body shook as she bounced from his cock pounding into her and her own hip action. He concentrated on what she was saying. He could feel the drawing, sucking sensation inside her hot, tight cunt as the muscles worked on his cock shaft. She murmured in his ear as she kissed it. The sucking sensation in her cunt became more pronounced. His cock slid in and out more rapidly with a damp, squishing sound. A knot of cum ballooned behind his prick again. Digging his fingers into her buttocks, he snapped his hips with a furious motion.
She uttered a pleased, wracking sob as she lifted her feet high in the air and spread her legs as wide as they would go. The movement pulled her cunt tighter. She felt the convulsions beginning in his body. His mind reeled. A cloud of ecstasy engulfed him. He grunted hard and moaned as the cum began spurting from his cock.
Christine wiggled and bounced and twisted until the flow of cum abated. She pulled him down and hugged him lovingly. She put one leg over his and cradled his head between her tits. The firm mounds felt good on his face. He touched the tip of his tongue to one of her nipples, causing her to tremble and sigh.
"What a surprise this visit has turned out to be," he muttered.
"You seem to have recovered quite well," she teased.
"Uh huh. As soon as I recover from this little bout, I'm going to show you just how much I appreciate your welcome."
"You mean you want to fuck your hot mama's little pussy some more?" She tried to pretend surprise, but ended up snickering.
Sean slapped her ass lightly and rolled onto his back. "I remember someone saying something about another place she can take a cock. Haven't changed your mind, have you?"
"There's as tube of anal lube in the bed table, dear. Whenever you're ready, help yourself to whatever you want. You can fuck my mouth, my pussy, my ass, my tits, whatever you want. I'm willing and eager."
"I'll agree with that! If I had known how eager you are, how much you like sex, I would have been here a long time ago." He rolled his head to the side and looked at her. "You have a hell of a lot of strength in your legs and cunt muscles, you know. I thought you were going to pull my cock right out by the roots."
"I know someone who's just as strong. If you're a good and dutiful son, I might give you an even bigger surprise."
"Just how dutiful do I have to be?"
"You know what I want you to do."
"The real question is, how often do you want me to do it?"
"Oh, I won't be excessively greedy. Just don't give it all away to other women."
"Lady, you sure are something else."
"I never dreamed I could have so much fun being a private detective."
"Not a very private one," he teased. "You keep on, and you'll convince me to join your agency. I thought I'd had some wild experiences, but I can't hold a candle to you."
Christine pulled on her son's cock, jerking her hand slowly up and down the shaft. "like hell you can't," she hissed. "Just look at that gorgeous thing. Ready to fuck your mama again?"
"Are you ready?"
"Any time, dear. Any time, any way. Just show me what you want."
He got the tube of lubricant from the table and coated his stiff rod. She rolled over and put two pillows under her belly, positioning her ass for him. He moved behind her, his cock pointing at her ass. She looked over her shoulder at him. She reached back and spread her buns. He smeared lube around her ass-hole and worked some inside with his finger.
"Okay," she said softly. Fuck your mama's ass good, dear."
He put the slick head against her anus. The tip nosed against the brown ring and eased into her. She made a soft gurgling sound in her throat as she pulled her ass cheeks open wider.
"Ooohhh," she moaned, not fully prepared for the size of his tool.
He hesitated, afraid she couldn't take him.
"Go ahead, dear," she muttered. "It feels like...go ahead...it's so fucking big...never had...any...put some more in...that's good...yeaaah...fuck me now, dear, fuck your mama in the ass with your lovely cock."
The sight of his beautiful mother sprawled on the bed in front of him, waiting for him to fuck her in the ass, nearly blew his mind. He crouched over her, cupping her pelvic bones and holding her ass up as he cautiously eased the head of his cock deeper into her tiny back door. She murmured happily and twisted her hips from side to side. Ecstatic sensations raced through him. His cock sliding into her tight anus felt wonderful. Very few women were able to take his cock in their ass-holes. And now, here he was, burying it in his own mother. She was not only taking it with ease, she was enjoying it!
He gored her with several inches of his cock, then started fucking her ass gently. She thrust her butt back at him, urging him to sink all of his formidable prod in her bung hole. Her hand slid back under her belly and stopped in her thick red muff. Two fingers settled around her clit, stroking it in time with her son's cock probing her ass.
"I've got it all!" she breathed in exultation. "I've got all of my son's big cock in my ass. Fuck me, baby. Fill your hot mama's ass with your cum. Oh, God, baby, I'm there! I'm going to cum, baby. I'm going to...oh, fuck, I'm cumming, dear! I'm cumming! Fuck me!"
She thrust her ass back at him vigorously. His control unraveled. Cum gushed from his cock and poured into her guts. They panted and bucked and fucked, wheezed and yelled as they satisfied each other fully.
Sean rolled onto his side, spent. Christine stayed on her belly on the pillows and looked at him with adoring eyes.
"Aren't you glad you came home?" she asked.
"Yeah," he said hoarsely. "I've never cum so much in such a short period of time in my life."
She patted his arm affectionately. "You just haven't met the right woman until now. This can be yours all the time, dear."
"So what's the good news?" he laughed.
"I have lots of girlfriends who like to fuck," she giggled.
"Sure hope you have plenty of food in the house. I'm not sure I can keep this up in any case, but it'll certainly be impossible without lots of nourishment."
"Dear, you can have anything you want."
"Ain't that the honest-to-God truth," he muttered, sighing deeply.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Andre's was a charming little French cafe on the edge of a large, suburban shopping mall. Denver gets nearly as many days of sunshine a year as Florida. Except on the coldest winter days, you can sit outside at umbrella tables and pretend that you're actually in Paris.
Christine liked their superb onion soup and authentic crusty French bread. Linda was waiting for her when she arrived.
"Sean came home Saturday, and I got him," Christine said as she sat down. "I'll have to bring him for lunch one day. I like to come here for lunch and gorge myself on their onion soup."
"Hello," Linda chuckled.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Christine said. "Hello. You can tell where my mind is."
"You're kinky," Linda chuckled.
"If you had a son who was hung like mine, you would be just as kinky," Christine replied.
"If I had a son like Sean, we might never have met. I ordered wine. Can't eat onion soup and crusty bread without lots of wine."
"Are you trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me?"
Linda smiled coyly. "You know me, honey."
"I hope so. I asked Sean if he would go out with you."
"Why do you make me drag the important things out of you?"
"Because I'm a big tease," Christine replied. "I told him that you're a sure thing who adores young, well-hung studs."
"Say the magic words and win the grand prize," Linda laughed. "You're still making me drag it out of you. What did he say?"
"He said yes, dear. He also said that he would think about joining my agency. His company reorganized his territory. He's going to working out of Denver, so he's going to live with me until he finds a place of his own. Unless he goes to work with me and I can convince him to live with me permanently."
Linda waited until the waiter served their food and wine, and left. "What are you going to do if you meet a man you want to marry?"
Christine shook her head emphatically. "I've had all the marriage I want. I'm not a good candidate for marriage anyway. My pants are too hot."
"As if I didn't know," Linda said dryly. "That could present a problem, too, if Sean lives with
"I don't see why. He can have all the pussy he can get, from me and others. So, I can have all the cock I can get, from him and others. I won't tolerate chauvinism from him, even if he is my son."
Linda refilled their wine glasses.
"Are you trying to get me drunk?"
"Just tipsy and relaxed," Linda laughed. "Tipsy women are easier to seduce."
"I don't remember that you ever had to work very hard to get me," Christine said.
Linda looked at their waiter as he passed by on his way to another table. "Our waiter is into body building. Bet you a piece of ass he's got a little cock."
"Oh? How can you tell? And how do you prove you're right?"
"Wouldn't it blow his mind if I asked him to show us his cock?" Linda snickered. "Men are more-likely to be voyeurs. Women are the exhibitionists."
"Oh, I don't know," Christine said. "I'm both. What does that have to do with the waiter's cock?"
"Just that he would probably faint if I asked to see his cock. Anyway, as rule, when a man spends a lot of time developing his other muscles, he's trying to make up for a lack of cock. Tries to impress women with his body so they won't notice his teenie weenie."
"I'm glad Sean doesn't have a teenie weenie."
"So am I," Linda agreed. "What are you going to do if he turns down your offer of a partnership in your agency?"
"Maybe tie him down and fuck some sense into his head. Have you ever tied a man down and fucked him?"
"Yeah, a few times. But only light, playful stuff. I don't go for pain of any kind. Hell, I hate to go to the dentist. Does Sean give good head?"
"Excellent. And he loves it when you suck his cock. I could barely get the damn thing in my mouth, though."
"Ummm, I can hardly wait to have it," Linda said.
"You'll probably lose your mind. When he slid it into me Saturday morning, I swear, it felt about a foot long and as big around as my wrist. He hit bottom every time he thrust."
"Ain't that a kick in the ass?" Linda chortled. "Any cock that rocks the cradle is a good cock, whether it's thick or skinny."
"His cock isn't cut, Linda. I didn't have the heart to let a doctor whack off part of his pride and joy."
"I like to play with an uncut cock," Linda said. "You just like to play with cocks," Christine laughed.
The waiter took away their empty dishes. Christine tried to look at his crotch without being obvious, wondering if Linda was right about the size of his cock.
"Let's go home," Christine said. "I've got better wine than this stuff."
"Is Sean there?"
Christine shook her head. "He had to get his office set up. I'll see that he calls you tonight."
CHAPTER NINE
"Make yourself comfortable," Christine said. "I'll get a bottle of wine."
Linda sat down and crossed her legs, making sure her skirt rode up and showed a lot of splendid thigh.
Christine went into the kitchen to get the wine. Her pussy felt like a pool of sticky water. The conversation at lunch touched her to the core. Talking about fucking always made her horny. She thought about Linda's tongue, and her pussy gushed.
She returned to the living room, served the wine, and sat on the couch. "I think I've had enough," she said. "But I'll drink another glass, just to be sociable."
"You haven't had too much until you can't fuck."
Christine leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes to keep the room from spinning. "Then I'd better not drink any more, even to be sociable." she said softly.
"Christine."
Christine raised her head and opened her eyes. Linda stood a few feet away, stark naked, holding a double-dildo in her hand.
"God, you're gorgeous," Christine said quietly. "I see you came prepared."
"You know me, honey. Why do you think I carry such a big handbag?"
"I suppose you'll give me the old line about breaking your heart if I back out now," Christine said softly.
"You are a little tease," Linda said. "I want to lick your pussy so badly I can almost taste it. My tongue gets hard just thinking about it. I like to get my tongue coated with pussy juice and lick clit until a girl can't stand it."
"A woman after my own heart," Christine quipped. She let her eyes run slowly up and down Linda's ravishing body, carefully assessing her abundant tits, her flaring hips, the forest of crisp brown hair crowning her mound.
Linda spread her legs so Christine could see her pussy and fluffed up her muff. She ran her hand over her pussy, pulling the lips open slightly.
Christine stood and unbuttoned her blouse.
"I like to watch a woman undress," Linda said, her voice low, trembling with excitement.
"So, I'm not the only voyeur," Christine said, her voice trembling more than Linda's. "Your pussy looks so enticing." She shrugged her blouse off her shoulders. "I really like it when a man sticks his cock in my mouth after he cums in me. The combined taste gives me a real jolt." She unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor. "You're so beautiful, and so fucking sexy."
"I'm going to make your pussy feel so good," Linda said softly.
"I know. You always do. I remember the first time you ate me out. I thought I would lose my mind. You weren't the first woman to eat me, but you were the best."
"Flattery will get you everything you want, honey," Linda chuckled.
"God, I hope so! Talking to you about Sean really turned me on. I want to watch him fuck you. Not the first time, but soon."
Christine stood with her nose right in front of Linda's big mounds of tit flesh. She looked from one bulging nipple to the other. She stuck out her tongue and touched it to the tip of one hard bud.
Linda pushed her tits out. "Keep doing it, honey. I like to have my tits touched."
"Ummm, I like to lick your nipples," Christine murmured.
"Do you lick your own nipples? They're big enough."
"Once in a while, if a guy asks," Christine muttered.
Quaking with the excitement building inside her she lifted a fleshy tit with both hands and surrounded the taut nipple with soft lips. The sumptuous teat felt like the tip of a little finger in her mouth. She wiggled her lips around the bud, then sucked gently. The nipple got a little stiffer, a little bigger. She flicked her tongue over the stiff tip. She tightened her lips and sucked harder as she teased the turgid bud with the tip of her tongue.
"Ummmmmm, yes, darling," Linda breathed. "I like it. Makes me tingle all over. Makes my pussy wet, too."
Christine released the nipple and said, "Mine turned into a flood at lunch. You'll have to be careful when you go down on me. I might drown you."
"I'll wear a snorkel," Linda giggled.
Christine loved Linda's other tit, then tilted her head back and looked up at her girlfriend's beautiful face. "I like making love to you."
Linda kissed Christine lightly on the lips and hefted one of her big tits. "Monster tits," she said softly. "Magnificent monster tits. Not often I get to play with tits bigger than mine. Yours really turn me on."
"Do you play with tits very often?"
"Yes, as often as I can. I think I like tits as much as a man does." She hefted both of Christine's tits and rubbed her palms over them. Then she tickled the nipples with her thumbs.
Christine imitated Linda, raptly watching her hands coast over the brunette's spherical mammary mounds. Linda bent her knees and rubbed their tumid nipples together. Both women held the other's tits as their nipples met and caressed.
"Playing with your tits is exciting," Christine said. She sucked both of Linda's nipples. "Sucking your tits is a real turn-on."
"Darling, if you think sucking tit is a turn-on, what do you call sucking pussy?"
"Wild!" Christine snickered. "We're going to do all kinds of wild things, aren't we?" she whispered, eagerly looking forward to the titillating adventure.
"Oh, my, yes, darling! Everything! Suck tit, lick clit, rub pussies, fuck, whatever we can think of! Does that excite you?"
"Feel my pussy and find out for yourself."
Linda ran her hand lightly over Christine's hairy mound. "Love your silky bush," she whispered.
"Put your finger in my hole!" Christine moaned. "I'm so fucking hot, I'm about to explode!"
Christine put a hand in Linda's crotch and played with her crisp bush. She gasped when Linda slipped a finger into the top of her slit and tickled her clit.
"We're going to cum until we're exhausted," Linda said softly.
"Oh, darling, when I start cumming, I'm like a fucking machine gun, rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat!"
Linda put her hands on Christine's lush hips and sank to her knees. "I think I'll just find out." Her brown eyes gleamed with lust as she stared at the redhead's pussy.
Christine looked down, breathing hard, nearly panting. She trembled all over with excitement. Linda's velvety touch stoked the fire of lust in her cunt. "Do you like my pussy?"
"I love it, darling."
Linda rubbed her nose through the tangle of soft pubie curls. She pushed Christine's legs apart and gazed into the succulent crack. She ran the tip of one finger up and down the long wet gash, making the lips gape open a little more.
"Such a long, luscious slit. I love it. Some women have a short, narrow gash. Yours is so alluring." Linda kissed the hairy crack tenderly. "Let's fuck right here on the floor. I can't wait to have you."
Christine melted to the floor and stretched out on her back. Her legs flew open automatically. She put both hands in her crotch and pulled her snatch wide open. "Showing you my pussy makes me feel so feminine," she whispered.
Linda gazed amorously at the furry snatch, then bent down and kissed it again. Her tongue traveled the length of the slit, carefully avoiding Christine's swollen clit. She couldn't take the time to suck her off now. She had to fuck her sexy girlfriend. Her own climax lurked just under the surface, demanding release.
Christine's eyes followed Linda eagerly as the brunette got the double-dong. She lifted her head and watched raptly as Linda slid one end of the rubber dick into her own soggy sex sheath.
"You look so fucking sexy with a big cock dangling between your beautiful thighs, darling," Christine murmured. "You look like you stole Sean's cock."
"You keep talking that way, and I'll go crazy. I'm already so excited I can hardly stand it."
Carried away with eroticism, Christine whispered, "Oh, fuck, darling, this is so fucking exciting!"
Linda held the end of the artificial cock in one hand and aimed it at Christine's hairy slit. The sight always exhilarated Christine-her breathtaking girlfriend with her stunning tits sticking out from her chest and the stunning fake prick sticking out between her shapely thighs.
"I'm so fucking hot for you, baby," Linda said. She parted the moist curls over Christine's tight hole with the tip of the cock. She dragged it up and down the hot slit a few times to prepare it, then pushed the head into the slick box. "I'm going to fuck you out of your mind."
"Oh, yes, darling!" Christine moaned softly. "Fuck me with your gorgeous cock and I'll cum for you." In her fervent mind, Linda became a gorgeous, deeply-tanned man with a golden rod. She was so eager to have the splendid tool in her twat, plundering her depths, stretching her wide open. "Oh, fuck, baby, I'm already about to cum!"
The thick bulb on the end of the fake prick curled Christine's cunt lips inward as it drove into her steamy slit. Linda felt the pressure in her own cunt as her end of the dildo went deeper into her greedy channel. She had to push hard to get the other end up Christine's snatch.
"Your cunt is so tight, darling," Linda grunted. "So hot and tight. I love to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you until you beg for mercy. We're going to cum and cum, then cum some more. You want that, don't you? Want me to fuck you silly?"
Linda sounded like a horny man, not a tantalizing woman with a rubber prick stuck between her legs. She also acted like a man, slowly feeding the dildo into the redhead's greasy love tunnel.
"Yes!" Christine wailed. "Oh, yes! Fuck me good! Give me your cock! I need to cum so badly, darling! Make me cum before I go crazy with need."
"You got it, darling! Here it is!"
Linda drove her prick slowly, relentlessly, between the red-haired cunt lips, into her slobbering sex channel. She rubbed her rigid tit tips against Christine's fat tit tips. She humped her ass gently and forced the full length of her prick into the redhead's cunt.
Christine gasped, both from the electrifying feel of their nipples caressing and the big rubber dick filling her hungry hole. "Oh, fuck, darling, your cock feels so fucking good," she moaned.
Linda buried her cock to the hilt in the enthusiastic woman's tight twat. She rotated her ass in methodical, cunt-stretching circles. Then her ass started rising and falling rhythmically, screwing her cock in and out of the tight hole in a tan blur.
"Ooooo! Ohhh! Ahhhhhh!" Christine groaned. Her legs flew up and coiled around Linda's shapely body. She humped her ass tenaciously, thrusting back at her fucker as Linda hammered her cunt aggressively. "Fuck me, darling! Oh, God, yes, fuck me!"
Christine's sizzling snatch opened wider as it grew accustomed to the size of Linda's thrusting tool. A thin patina of sweat covered her heaving body. Juice poured from her saturated cunt hole, easing the way for her fucker's plundering pussy-pleaser.
Inspired by her impassioned girlfriend's licentious response, Linda thrust her cock up Christine's cunt until the tip banged against her womb. Rocking the cradle, she called it. And rock it she did! The end of the cock up her own cunt also had an emphatic impact on her. An intense, pre-orgasmic blush infused her upper body. The orgasm lurking just beneath the surface began to take hold.
She sucked and bit Christine's nipples and bucked faster and faster in Christine's saddle.
The squishy sound of the rubber dick delving into both cunts overshadowed their moans and groans. Linda's big tits swayed and shook and danced under her chest as she drove her cock vigorously into Christine's meaty quim.
Christine's tits jiggled and bounced and shimmied as she jerked her hips energetically, throwing her cunt up, fucking back at her girlfriend with her whole body. She grabbed Linda's dangling tits with both hands and kneaded them as her sexual delirium increased.
Both women whined and squealed with pleasure, doing a horizontal bump and grind, striving to reach the peak of passion together.
Christine's eyes glazed over as her orgasm started. Her movements became tumultuous. She tightened her legs around Linda's waist and tried to drive the head of the cock into the mouth of her womb as her orgasm grew to mind-bending intensity.
Linda's sex gun fired forcefully an instant later. She glued her mouth to Christine's and thrust her tongue down the redhead's throat, duplicating the rhythm of her prick plunging into Christine's snatch.
They thrashed and moaned and groaned and fucked each other and came together with deep delight. They glowed with pleasure as their passion subsided into the lassitude of post-orgasmic contentment.
Linda gave Christine a tip-to-root thrust of her long prick and lay on top of her. They snuggled with the rubber rod buried to the hilt in both cunts, binding their crotches together. Linda wrapped her arms around the provocative redhead and rolled.
"Oh, darling, that was a great fuck!" Christine sighed. "I hope you came as hard as I did."
"I most certainly did, darling," Linda whispered. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I wanted you to cum hard. A satisfied lover usually comes back for more."
"I'll be back for more. I like fucking you. Going both ways is fun."
Linda wiggled her hips, reminding Christine the dildo still connected them at the pussy. Christine squirmed on the dildo and sighed. She hugged Linda, squirmed on top of her, and rubbed their tits together.
"Your body is so luxurious," she murmured. "I like the way a man's body feels, but I like this, too."
She caressed the brunette's body and shivered. She rolled half onto her side, put her hand between Linda's legs and touched her pussy. She shivered again as her fingers played in the thick brown curls and over the puffy pussy lips stretched around the dildo.
CHAPTER TEN
"Wait, darling," Linda whispered. She removed the dildo, giving Christine better access to her hairy garden of paradise. "There, now you can play in it."
"Do you want me to lick your clit?" Christine teased.
"Oh, darling, what a silly question!" Linda cackled.
Christine ran her hands over the inside of Linda's thighs. The feel of the velvety skin, the hedonistic experience of touching another woman intimately entranced her. Linda rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide, completely exposing her pussy. She curled her crotch up, silently inviting Christine to explore and sample the hairy grotto to her heart's content.
Christine's eyes sparkled with excitement as she lay on her stomach between Linda's splendid legs with her face above the brunette's prominent, mossy mound. Looking at her own snatch in a mirror didn't compare to looking at another woman's pussy up close. The fleshy lips, pretty pink interior and furry covering enchanted her.
Gently, she spread the swollen lips and murmured affectionately as she gazed avidly at every detail of the gaping gash. She touched it all over with the tips of her fingers. She tenderly tugged the lips out as far as they would go and licked them. She ran the tip of her finger up and down the juicy crack. She caressed the clitoral hood and eased her finger into the tight, soggy hole. The rich aroma penetrated her nostrils, permeated her senses. She felt totally unrestrained and wanton and audacious. The tantalizing twat looked like the petals of a delicate blossom.
"Your pussy is gorgeous," she said breathlessly. She glanced up, across the deeply tanned expanse of Linda's belly. "Your whole body is beautiful. Just like burnished copper."
The thought of tasting this sensual woman's pussy was terribly exciting. Licentious sensations consumed her mind. She kissed the puffy pussy lips, lightly at first, then with greater hunger. Her long auburn hair hung down and brushed over Linda's upper thighs. She grasped one of her tits and squeezed the big mound to make her nipple stand way out. She lifted her head and rubbed her rigid tit bud over Linda's clit.
"Oooooo!" Linda whimpered.
Linda's love button popped out of its hood, quivering with anticipation. Chuckling to herself, Christine teased the woman's clit with her milk bud for a few minutes, then glued her mouth to the leaky slit. She stuck her tongue into the bottom of the gash, flattened it, and dragged it along the thick-lipped crack.
"Ooohhh, yes!" Linda moaned. She tangled her fingers in her silky auburn hair and pulled the redhead's mouth tighter to her pussy.
Christine plunged her tongue into the brunette's humid hole. She hummed with rapture as the warm, slick flesh enveloped her tongue. She loved to taste the flavorful tidbit between a woman's legs. She made love to Linda's pussy the way she liked her own pussy loved.
Linda untangled her fingers from Christine's hair and patted her on the head. "Turn around, darling. Let me lick your pussy."
Christine lifted her head and grinned. "Delicious pussy," she giggled. "I love it!"
She whirled around and straddled Linda's head. She spread Linda's fat cunt lips with her fingers and licked her lips in anticipation as she gazed into the open gash. She plunged her tongue into the mass of juicy, aromatic flesh. The luxuriant brown curls tickled her lips and cheeks.
Linda pulled Christine's ass down and closed her lips over the auburn-haired cunt. Her tongue slid in. Christine sighed. Linda's oral skill filled her with unremitting, unsurpassed rapture. Linda's touch was softer, yet more demanding than a man's. She knew just where to find the good spots and manipulated her tongue to deliver the most gratification.
They clung together amorously, nursing greedily at each other's succulent sex fountains, eagerly drinking each other's savory sex sauce. Linda's pussy licking skill kept Christine teetering on the edge of completion until her own orgasm started. The instant Linda's sex gun fired, she quickened her clit licking and brought Christine off with her.
Christine's orgasm was a sense-shattering, profoundly pleasing, extraordinary experience. She came, tapered off, then came again. She slid down from the glorious crest, immediately soared far above her previous carnal crescendo and came once more. The explosive sensations became a long, nerve-jangling chain, one orgasm rushing over the other, driving her nearly mad with abandoned excitement.
She intensified her licking of Linda's pussy. She brought her love partner off each time her own passions peaked, giving her girlfriend a series of profoundly satisfying orgasms.
Each woman floated in her own cloud of eroticism, her orgasm going on and on with no end in sight. They slowly drove each other nearly berserk with passion.
Christine reached the point where she couldn't cum again if her life depended on it. She rolled off Linda and flopped onto her back. Her body trembled and twitched in labored spasms. Her mind whirled with exhilaration. Her nerves felt as if they were frayed from her toes to the top of her head.
"God, how wonderful!" Christine whispered. "What a glorious fucking way to cum!"
Linda chortled deep in her throat. "You can say that again! I love the outstanding way you go after my pussy."
"Well, I know how I want my pussy eaten, so I just let desire be my guide," Christine said. "I think I don't need to try very hard. My tongue knows exactly what to do."
"You're so damned sexy," Linda said. You were born to fuck."
"The only problem is, I have to work for a living," Christine laughed.
"Would you like to cum again?" Linda asked.
"Now who's asking silly questions?" Christine giggled. "What are we going to do this time?"
Linda got on her knees between Christine's legs. "I'm going to girl-fuck you," she said, grinning happily. She mashed her tits into Christine's hefty mounds and squirmed vigorously. "Going to rub our pussies together and get your sex gun off again."
"It's reloaded and ready to fire, darling! Go to it! I assume yours will fire again, too."
"Does my pussy have brown hair around it, darling?"
"Last time I looked it did. Scads of thick brown hair covering a delicious cunt. So sweet and juicy, I could suck it all day."
"Don't make promises you don't intend to keep," Linda warned. She put Christine's leg over her shoulder and slid into the brunette's crotch. "Open the lips of your pussy, like this."
Linda reached down with both hands and pulled the lips of her hot twat apart, baring her clit. Christine quickly spread her gash open. Linda moved her ass down, mashing their lower lips together, cunt against cunt. Christine felt wonderful thrills shoot through her. Linda wiggled and moved up a little. Christine felt their stiff clits bang together and gasped. Fiery thrills raced from her crotch. Goose bumps popped up all over her body.
"Oh, fuck, baby!" Christine hissed. "Everything we do feels so fucking good!"
"Wiggle your ass, darling," Linda grunted. "Keep your clit on mine. Pretend you're fucking."
"I am fucking!" Christine panted as she began to wiggle and hump her ass. "Oh, this is so nice!" she whispered. "Everything is so wonderful. I think I've died and gone to heaven."
"Then prepare yourself for a lot of travel," Linda teased. "This isn't the last time you'll take the trip."
"Oh, I hope not!" Christine exclaimed.
They quickly found their rhythm, and their asses began to twist and grind. Christine grabbed one of Linda's long, shapely legs and pulled as hard as she could, increasing the friction between their twats. And increasing her pleasure.
"Come on, baby!" Linda panted. "Hump your pretty ass! Wiggle your cunt against mine. Ooohhh, you've got a great saddle, baby. Love the feel of your big, hard clitty. like a little spike sticking up there so proudly."
Linda's words burned into Christine's mind and spurred her to greater effort. "I love the way our cunt lips feel rubbing together," she panted. She hunched hard and gasped. She began to breath hard as her passions mounted toward a delicious release once more. "God, I love to fuck this way."
"Women can do a lot of things to each other," Linda murmured.
"You're so beautiful, darling. Going to cum soon."
"Then cum, darling. Let it all out. Hump your ass. Get it!" Linda hissed, then gasped. "Oh, fuck! I'm getting close already!"
"I'm already there!" Christine wailed. "Oh, fuck, baby, get me off! I love to cum!"
"Cum, baby, cum!" Linda shouted. "Cum hard for me! Come on, baby, let's cum together! God, I love to make you cum and watch your beautiful face when you do."
"It's here, Linda! It's here! Ooohhh, fuck me! Cum with me! I'm cumming!"
Brown-haired twat rubbed rambunctiously against auburn-haired twat. Four fleshy cunt lips scrubbed together. Fires of sexual excitement spread from their loins to every part of their bodies. They humped and bucked their shapely asses with lewd abandon. Loud, squishy sounds and the musky aroma of overheated, passionate pussy filled the air as the women thrashed together.
"Now!" Christine wailed. She humped harder, then screamed and went wild.
Their orgasms seized them simultaneously. Screaming and yelling and panting, they gave verbal vent to their profound physical pleasure as their spasming snatches gave them lascivious satisfaction.
Passion juice poured from both pussies, keeping the fur-covered boxes well-lubricated. Pussy sap oozed down the crack of Christine's ass. Her climax began to taper off. Then another orgasm roared out of her cunt, deeper and more powerful than the first. She stared lovingly into Linda's eyes, her face registering her utter ecstasy.
"My God, Linda, I'm cumming again!" she yelled. "I'm cumming!"
"Of course you are, darling. Enjoy it."
Christine did. This time, she had to struggle just to breathe. Her mouth hung open, but no sound came out. Her breath hissed as she fought to keep her sanity. She peaked, ebbed, then exploded again. Again, she peaked and ebbed. She held her breath expectantly, waiting to see if another orgasm would start. When it didn't, she relaxed, but kept her pussy against Linda's, her hips moving around slowly.
"My clit is so sensitive," Christine mumbled. "Please don't make me cum again."
"Right now, you mean," Linda laughed. She got up and got two glasses of wine. "Here you go, darling. Drink up and get your strength back."
"You've got a funny look in your eye," Christine said. "What are you up to now?"
Linda grinned and took a medium-sized vibrator from her handbag. "Sit on the couch, darling," she said.
"Now I see why you carry such a large handbag."
"A girl has to carry her toys somewhere, darling. Never leave home without them. Never know when a sexy girl is going to invite you home to fuck her."
She sat on the couch by Christine. She turned on the vibrator and touched the tip to the redhead's pussy.
"Oh, God!" Christine whispered. Her legs flew open of their own accord. She couldn't help herself. She still had a strong desire to cum.
"You're going to kill me."
"like hell I am!" Linda exclaimed. She slid the tip of the vibrator into Christine's sopping hole. "Fucking you is too much fun."
Linda fucked Christine with the humming vibrator. She used a delightful in and out motion, adding a twist of the wrist at the top and bottom of each penetration and withdrawal.
"Oh, fuck, that feels good," Christine sighed.
"Let's try this," Linda said softly. She withdrew the vibrator and moved it up to Christine's chest. She cradled the redhead in her arm and held the tip of the tool just above one of her stiff nipples.
Christine watched with fascination as the buzzer moved closer to her tit, fascinated by the whole affair. When the tool touched her distended nipple, her body twitched and she sighed deeply. It felt as if an electric finger was tracing the cone-shaped end of her tit.
"Ummm," she sighed. "That feels good, too."
Linda pulled Christine's cheek up against her tit. "I like to make you feel good, darling." She moved the vibrator down Christine's body, back into her crotch.
When the end of the vibrator met the lips of her pussy again, Christine sighed and went limp in Linda's arms, surrendering her body.
Linda resumed her smooth, wrist-twisting motion in and out of the auburn-haired cunt.
Christine ooohhhed and aaahhhed over and over as Linda worked on her pussy.
"I can't hold you and reach your clit, darling," Linda said. "You'll have to do it."
Christine acted as if she was hypnotized. She had to do whatever Linda suggested. Her hand went immediately to her crotch. She slid her middle finger into the top of her slit and rubbed her clit. Linda continued to pump the vibrator in and out of her sopping cunt hole. Christine's tongue slid out and tickled along the side of Linda's tit. Linda turned and pressed her nipple against Christine's lips. The hot redhead took the stiff nub into her mouth and sucked affectionately.
"You're going to cum now," Linda whispered.
"I'm going to cum now," Christine repeated. "It all feels so good, Linda. My pussy feels so good. My clit feels so good. I'm going to cum with my pussy so full and my clit feeling so good."
Christine's body began to writhe. She thrust her hips up, lifting her ass off the couch and chasing the vibrator with her pussy. She caught the tool and drove it into her twat. Her fingers strummed an erotic tune on her burning clit. She took Linda's nipple back into her mouth and sucked it hard as she climax started. She opened her mouth to scream and Linda pushed more tit into her mouth.
Christine's orgasm played itself out and her hand fell away from her pussy. Linda pulled the vibrator out of her hole and applied the tip of the buzzer to her clit. Her body began to buck and twist again.
"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" Christine wailed.
Linda held the buzzing tool against Christine's clit until her body suddenly went limp. She took the vibrator away, leaned over and kissed the sweet slit fondly.
Christine pulled Linda's head up and tongue-kissed her impetuously. She broke the kiss and fondled Linda's tits. "My turn now. I'm going to get you off with your little toy."
"It's going to be a long afternoon," Linda chuckled.
"Barely long enough," Christine replied with a big grin.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Linda held Sean's hand as he walked her to the door after dinner.
"Come in for a drink," she said. "If you're thinking of saying no, forget it. I happen to know that you don't have to rush."
"Oh? Who told you that?"
"Christine," Linda replied.
"My mother talks too much."
"Have a seat. In that chair. I'll get us a drink. Did it embarrass you to go out with an older woman?"
"No, not at all. You're a beautiful woman. I didn't think about the difference in our ages once."
"What did Christine tell you about me?"
"She thinks you're nice."
"Your mother doesn't talk enough," Linda laughed. "She had better have told you more that. If she didn't tell you that I'm a sucker for well-hung young studs, I'll kick her pretty ass. And speaking of suckers... " She pushed his knees apart and knelt between them. She unbuttoned her blouse so he could look at her bare tits. Her brown eyes glittered as she slid his zipper down. She reached into his pants and fished his cock out. "Yummy," she said softly, licking her lips lasciviously. She ran the tip of her forefinger around the bulging ridge. "Outstanding," she muttered. "Did you fuck anybody today."
"No."
"Then you must have a real big load in your balls."
She wrapped her fist around the bare knob and rotated her hand. He moaned softly as she squeezed and stroked the full length of his tool. She kissed the tip, then ran her tongue all the way around the head. She reached into his pants again and extracted his balls.
His cock cooperated fully. It stood up almost at once in full erection, thick and strong.
"Oh, my," she whispered. "Now how do you suppose that happened?" God, his cock looked so good, standing up all strong and proud. She took it in her hand, thrilled by the way it throbbed against her palm. She stroked her hand up and down slowly, staring at the fat bulb capping the stout stalk. She tightened her grip on his stiff rod and jerked it gently. "Cocks are beautiful," she murmured. "They give a woman pleasure in so many different ways."
"You're really into cocksucking, aren't you?" he said.
"Oh, yes," she agreed. "Your cock looks especially enchanting. I'm really going to like sucking it."
She cupped his nuts and squeezed gently. His cock stood up from his lap like a bar of iron. She gripped the shaft behind the head and skinned it back. She opened her mouth and took the head between her sultry red lips.
The sensual, encompassing pressure of her mouth sent shock waves of rapture to every part of his body. She gurgled with joy as she went to work on the big knob. She twisted her head from side to side. She rubbed the bare head against the inside of her cheeks. She lapped it with her active tongue, then swallowed about half of the stiff staff and sucked it very hard.
"Damn, that feels great, baby!" he muttered. "You are a terrific cocksucker. No offense, but you must have had lots of practice."
She held his prick at the base with one hand and slowly swallowed the rest of his shaft. She adored the way the big tool filled her mouth. She rolled his hot nuts in her palm and pulled on them gently as she worshipped his prick with her sexy mouth.
She slid her tongue back and forth along the underside of his knob. She could feel the valley under the bulging head and the thick ridge of his peeled-back foreskin. He encouraged her by caressing her head and muttering soft cries of pleasure, richly sprinkled with obscene remarks.
"God, baby, I love the way you suck cock. Suck my cum out, baby! My balls are so full! Get it all out!"
His lewd praise pleased her. She knew she was a good cocksucker. It gave her particular pleasure when men also recognized her expertise. She gripped his shaft tightly in her fist and stroked him rapidly. His ass bounced on the couch and his cock swelled.
She recognized the signs. She didn't want him to cum yet. She squeezed the base of his cock tightly and lifted her head.
"Play with my tits while I suck your cock, darling," she said softly. "My nipples are real hard." Her majestic mounds stood out firm and arrogant. Her nipples looked like two big pencil erasers. She pushed her chest out, inviting him to grope her tits. Her tongue flicked around the sensitive knob. "I like the way your cock feels in my hand and mouth."
She lapped at the big orbs lying in her palm. His cock throbbed in her hand. She licked his stalk all over, then took the head back into her mouth. Her hand worked swiftly up and down his shaft as she sucked.
He twirled her stiffly erect nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He pulled her long, thick teat into a sharp point, trying to milk it the way she was milking his cock with her mouth.
She felt his cock begin to swell again, and knew the time had come. Eager for a heavy-duty shot of his male juice, she sealed her lips around his prick and sucked with everything she had. He stiffened and lurched, forcing more of his cock into her mouth. He twisted her nipple and began to hose down her gullet. His cum gushed into her mouth, slippery and hot.
The glut of thick cum hit the back of her throat. Stroking his dick full tilt, she gobbled and gurgled and swallowed the stringy mass of jism. She sucked harder and more cum flooded out in a fat wad and slid down her gullet. He thought she was going to suck his entire being right out the end of his stiff cock with her greedy mouth. He held onto her tit and jerked and twitched as she nursed on his meat.
Her throat tingled with the burning sensation his hot jism left in its wake. She wanted more, wanted her whole mouth filled with it. There wasn't any more. He pushed her head away. The knob of his cock was so sensitive that he couldn't stand another second of her fiercely sucking mouth.
She sat up straight up and giggled. "My, you really gave me a big load." She smacked her lips and planted a sloppy, wet kiss on his mouth.
He not only returned her kiss, he thrust his tongue down to her tonsils. He broke the kiss and caressed her cheeks. "Terrific, baby," he said softly. "You really got to me there at the end. The head of my cock got so touchy I could hardly stand it." He kissed her lightly on the lips. "I thought you were going to suck my insides out."
"Just call me old vacuum mouth!" she laughed. "Do you like chocolate?"
"I don't crave it the way women do, but I like it."
"Have you ever fucked a black woman?"
"Yeah, a few times. Why?"
"One of my girlfriends is black. She's about your age, and hot as a bonfire. If you think I'm a good cocksucker, you'll go wild when she sucks you. She'll party with us. If you like chocolate pussy."
"I don't care what flavor it is," he laughed.
"That's what I thought. Now, I'll get those drinks I promised."
"You're one up on me," he quipped.
"You'll catch up," she chuckled.
He watched her walk away. She looked as good from the rear as she did from the front. Her shapely ass swayed with a provocative promise that made the blood rush through his veins.
He looked around the living room. It felt comfortable and seductive. Soft music came from the stereo. A lamp burned at each end of the couch, giving the room a special air of intimacy. Obviously, she'd arranged everything before he picked her up for dinner. The next time his mother told him that a woman was a sure thing, he would believe her.
"What would you like to drink?"
"Bourbon and water will be fine."
She gave him a drink and sat on the couch across from him. The top of her dress was still open. Her naked tits looked terrific. Her dress rode up as she sat and crossed her stunning legs. He caught a glimpse of smooth thighs that sparked his vivid imagination into wild speculation.
He pictured her stretched out on the bed in all her naked glory, playing with her pussy while she waited for him to mount her. He saw his naked body between those long, gorgeous legs, his rampant cock driving into her cunt and her pretty ass bouncing on the bed. His cock was still lying outside his pants. He felt it begin to stir with new life.
She shifted in her chair and her dress rode up higher, giving him a better look at her fantastic thighs. She caught him staring at her legs and smiled.
"Do you like what you see?" she asked softly. "Very much," he replied just as softly. "I like having you here with me, Sean."
"You have beautiful eyes. So expressive, so sexy."
She chuckled sexily, huskily. "Bedroom eyes and spread thighs, darling. I had lunch with your mother yesterday. Our conversation got pretty intimate. She told me a couple of very interesting things about you. So far, everything she told me was right."
"Exactly what did my mother tell you?"
"Oh, how well-hung you are. How much she enjoys fucking you."
He didn't know what to say.
"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me," Linda said.
"She said that you're a sure thing. I didn't believe her at first."
"You thought she was feeding you a line so you would take me to dinner, didn't you?"
"Yeah, the thought occurred to me."
She got up and stood between him and one of the table lamps. She seldom, if ever, wore a slip. Tonight, she wasn't wearing panties either. She knew he could see the outline of her legs through her thin skirt. She hoped he could also see her bush. He could certainly see her stiff nipples. They were sticking right out there in plain sight. She liked to tease, to entice her lover before they got down to more enjoyable pursuits.
She cocked her head to the side and smiled coyly. "Girls fall all over themselves for you, don't they?"
"I don't know, Linda. I've never thought about it."
"I believe that you never think about it. I don't believe that you don't know. You're very aware of your charisma. You beguile women, and you know it. Even before they see your magnificent cock. Once they see that thing, they don't stand a chance."
"Listen to the pot calling the kettle black," he laughed softly. "If you could bottle your sexual magnetism and sell it, you would make a fortune."
"Do you really think I have sexual magnetism?"
"I think you're one of the sexiest things on two legs."
"Will you tell Christine that you fucked me?" She shrugged her shoulders and her blouse fell to the floor. She unfastened her skirt and let it fall. The subdued light played on the soft curves of her naked body. "Will you tell her if I'm a good piece of ass?"
"Do you want me to tell her?"
"Yes. I want you to spend the whole night fucking me, then tell her if she made a good choice. Maybe we can even get together with her once in a while. I think she's a very good piece of ass, too."
His mind whirled. He suspected that his mother was bisexual. Linda had just confirmed it. She had offered to invite a black woman to party with them. Now, she was saying straight out that she would like a threesome with him and his mother. He had never met anybody quite as kinky as his mother and this beautiful woman. If he took his mother up on her offer to join her agency, he wondered if he could meet their expectations. And, if he would ever get any work done.
Maybe they didn't care if he did any work. Come to think of it, he wasn't sure he did either. Being a kept man with all the pussy he wanted didn't diminish his masculinity.
"My age really doesn't bother you?" Linda asked.
"You don't look like a day over twenty," he replied truthfully.
"I wasn't a virgin at twenty," she chuckled. "Virginity is highly overrated."
"How old are you."
"Twenty-two."
"I like young studs, especially if they have a big cock like yours."
"So Mom said."
"Now we're getting down to the truth." She sat on his lap and put her arms around his neck. She pressed her tits against him and wiggled her ass. She felt his prick spring to life. "Kiss me, Sean," she said softly. "Kiss me good. No little pecks on the lips. Put your tongue in my mouth. Eat me up. Get me so excited that I'll fuck you half to death."
"I think that won't take much," he teased.
His tongue darted into her mouth the instant their lips met. She sucked gently and teased his tongue with hers. He put his hands on the swell of her buttocks. He breathed deeply through his nose when his hands touched her naked buns. She murmured into his mouth and wiggled her ass harder.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Linda broke the kiss and tilted her head back so she could look into Sean's eyes. She smiled seductively, slowly rubbing her ass around and around on his cock.
"Christine did me a big favor by setting me up with you, Sean. I just might have to give her a special gift. A gift that only one woman can give another."
"Something tells me you do that pretty often already."
He caressed her bare back lovingly. Her skin had the downy softness of youth-supple, velvety and warm to the touch. The muscles in her back trembled with titillated anticipation as she pressed against him. Her warm breath wafted gently over his face.
"Your hard cock is about to poke another hole in my ass," she whispered.
"Is it any wonder?" he croaked.
"Feel how wet my pussy is."
She spread her legs and watched his hand slide up the inside of her thigh. He cupped her pussy, and she moaned softly. He loved the softness of the curls covering her crotch against his palm. The heat from her pussy seeped through his skin, suffused his blood.
"Put your finger in me!" she urged.
He stuck his middle finger in her hot box. "Hmmm, your pussy is so hot and so wet!"
She closed her thighs on his hand and kissed his lips. "Your finger feels so good in my pussy. Your cock is going to feel better. You did expect to fuck me tonight, didn't you? I mean, Christine did tell you that I'm a sure thing."
"I didn't believe her at first."
"Now you know," she chuckled. She arched her back and rubbed a nipple over his lips. "I know how to do anything you can think of, Sean," she murmured as he suckled her fat nipple. "And I love it all. I want you to satisfy all of your desires with me. Fuck me as much as you wish. Anyway you wish. Just don't hurt or degrade me."
He kept his right hand between her legs and put his left hand on her luscious ass. He ran his finger into the deep cleft between her buttocks and wiggled the finger in her snatch. She opened her thighs wider, giving him more room to feel her up.
He pushed her nipple out of his mouth and licked it. "All women are too precious to hurt or degrade," he said quietly.
A quiet cry of excitement and joy bubbled from her throat. She tightened her arms around his neck and lowered her lips to his. She sucked and nibbled hungrily on his tongue, her lively lips damp and feverish and pliant against his. Her tongue wiggled against his, wrapped around it, caressed it. She licked the inside of his mouth and the edges of his teeth.
His mind reeled under the impact of her sexiness. He couldn't move his hands over her rapidly enough to satisfy himself. He wanted to touch her all over at once, to have his roving hands every place at the same time. Her reaction to his caresses stimulated his keen desire. Her sexy body trembled with excitement. Whimpers bubbled from her throat.
"Tell me that you like me, darling," she breathed against his lips. "Tell me that my body doesn't disappoint you."
"How can a guy be disappointed when he would be happy with a VW and gets a Mercedes 500SL?" he whispered hoarsely. He teased her clit with the tip of his finger. "Your body is fantastic. You're fantastic. You bring out my lecherous nature."
Linda chuckled deep in her throat, a sound so sexy it sent shivers down his spine. "I'm glad. Fucking a man who appreciates me is a lot more fun." She squirmed her ass over his rigid prick and chuckled again. "And, unless I'm badly mistaken, you appreciate me very much."
"I want to show you just how much I appreciate you."
"Get naked, darling. I want to get your gorgeous cock so hard you can't close your eyes. I want it sticking out like a steel rod."
She slid off his lap and knelt in front of him. She removed his shoes and socks, then stood and pulled him to his feet. Her nimble fingers went to work on his pants as he struggled out of his shirt. She opened his pants and let them fall around his ankles and pulled his undershorts down. His solid, strong cock reared out from his loins like a rampant charger. She gripped the thick shaft lovingly and caressed the head with the palm of her other hand.
"Your cock is gorgeous," she whispered, her voice hoarse with lust. She curled her tongue around his cockhead and guided it between her lips for a quick, hard suck. She stroked the shaft and rubbed his knob over both cheeks. "Any woman who gets to ride such a magnificent cock is fortunate."
"God, Linda!" he groaned.
"No, darling, only a mere mortal," she whispered. She stood and quickly removed his shirt. "Well, maybe an angel. Depends on how you look at it. Sit on the couch. I'm going to fuck you. I want your beautiful cock deep in my belly.
Want to feel it throb inside me." She wrapped her hand around his rigid stem. "It's going to stretch me wide open, and I'm going to love every second of it."
He wasn't about to question his karma. The chance to fuck such a stunning, irresistible woman made his mind spin. He sat on the couch and gazed at her with lust-laden eyes. His prick rose from his lap like a steel bar, just as she wanted. His shaft pulsed potently with the heavy beat of his heart.
"Take your cock in your hand, darling," she said softly. "Play with it. Pretend you're jacking off for me." She ran her hands over her tits, hefted the firm globes and pointed her nipples at him. "You like to look at my tits, don't you?"
He nodded vigorously and beat his meat for her. "I love them," he said huskily.
"Don't cum by yourself, baby," she admonished. "Save your sweet cream for my hot little pussy." The tip of her tongue crawled sensually around her parted lips. She pulled her hands away from her tits, and the big mound jiggled enticingly.
She posed for him, nude except for her white high heel pumps. She turned around and looked over her shoulder at him. "Do you like my ass, darling? You don't think it's too big, do you?"
He had to swallow hard to wet his parched throat. "I adore your ass, darling. It's beautiful.
I've never seen a more magnificent ass.'
She spread her legs and leaned over. The high heels accentuated her shapely legs. She pulled the cheeks of her ass apart, displaying her hairy gash from the rear. "That's where you're going to put you tongue and cock, darling."
She straightened up and turned around to face him. "I feel so wanton, darling. You can do anything you want with me. I want you to do everything with me! You can fuck my cunt, my ass, my mouth, cum all over my face and tits. Anything, darling. I love it all, and I want to do it all with you. Just don't try to hold me down. You have to let me be active when I fuck."
Her words excited him beyond belief. He offered up a silent prayer for the strength of Samson. He watched her walk slowly across the room toward him. Her tits bounced and swayed gently. He had never seen a more alluring sight.
She stood close to his knees and smiled. She leaned over and licked the end of his dick. He stopped stroking it and stared at her. She gripped his wrist and moved his hand up and down. He began to stroke again, and her lush, warm lips enveloped his bulging cockhead.
She straddled his thighs and aimed her slit at the head of his cock. "Lean back and enjoy, darling," she said. "Don't worry about me. I'm so randy, I'll cum right away. You cum whenever you're ready."
She eased her ass down held the head of his dick just inside her hole. She put her hands on his shoulders and kissed him lightly. She sat down abruptly, taking the full length of his hefty cock up her tight sheath in one swift move.
"Ooohhh, darling, your cock feels heavenly," she whispered. "I've never had a bigger one in me." She'd had a couple of equal length, but never a thicker one. A little white lie in the heat of passion was permissible. She flexed her muscles and caressed his cock amorously with her entire sheath. "Do you like that?"
"Love it," he said. He put his hands on her ass and began to fondle the firm, warm flesh. "Your ass feels like silk."
"Sit perfectly still," she said. "I want to see if I can make you cum without moving." She began to contract and relax her cunt muscles vigorously. Her G-spot rubbed on his cock. "Oh, fuck," she muttered. "I know I can! I'm going to cum right now!"
"You're so beautiful," he said. "Lick my tits, darling."
He licked and sucked and gently nipped her fat nipples. She sat perfectly still and flexed her muscles vigorously as a minor orgasmic quake shook her body. She leaned forward and surrounded his face in soft tit flesh. She descended from the lofty heights and sighed deeply. She leaned back and held up her tits for him to lick.
"Ummm, your tongue feels good on my tits." She arched her back and pushed her tits at him. "Do you like to lick pussy?"
"Didn't Mom tell you?" he teased.
"I want to hear you say it."
"I think a man who doesn't lick a woman before he fucks her ought not get to fuck her."
"How about after he fucks her?"
"Then, too. Whenever she wants it."
He laid her on her back on the couch. He flopped on his belly between her gorgeous gams and buried his face in her succulent gash. The tantalizing taste of her delectable honey pot filled his mouth. He lapped her slit with long strokes of his tongue and probed the tip of his finger into the tender recesses of her sopping hole.
A wail of exhilaration burst from her lips. She turned onto her side and wriggled around in reverse. She clutched the fat stem of his cock and licked the head impetuously. She threw her right leg over the back of the couch and curled her twat up to his mouth. She gurgled with delight as she licked his dick and caressed it with her hot, soft lips. She took the swollen knob into her mouth and sucked lovingly as she slowly swallowed him.
He fondled the cheeks of her ass and held her humid gash tightly to his mouth. The tip of his tongue bored into her sultry hole. Her hips undulated as he fucked her with his tongue, stabbing it into her slippery depths rapidly, savoring her sweet sex sauce.
She swallowed his prick with a minimum of difficulty. Her voluptuous body writhing and trembling against him stirred his soul. He slid his tongue up her luscious slit and began to lash her clit. Her zealous mouth drove him toward a gut-wrenching orgasm. Suddenly, he reached the point of no return. He had to get away from the vacuum in her throat or surrender his load.
Reluctantly, he pushed her away. He rolled her onto her back and knelt between her legs. She spread her thighs wide and looked up at him with adoring eyes.
"I want you to fuck me out of my mind," she whispered. "We have all night, and I know lots of ways to keep your splendid cock hard." She rubbed both hands over her pussy and sighed. "Get it, darling. Rock the cradle and make me scream with joy."
She spread the lips of her pussy as he guided the head of his cock to the target. The tip eased into her hole. She jerked her ass up and down and moaned deep in her chest as he pushed forward. She threw her legs over his shoulders and wriggled rapturously on the head of his cock.
He groaned and shuddered as ecstatic sensations raced through his body. She was so tight! He had to wiggle his cock around to penetrate her.
She gyrated her hips impatiently and thrust her cunt at him. He bucked his hips cautiously, inching his cock deeper into her. Her tight, slick channel opened and his cock slid in smoothly, probing deeper into her with each thrust.
Fucking such a lustful woman thrilled him to the core. Fucking a woman who acted like a limp rag doll was no fun. Her superb body was a vision of sensuous delight. Her large tits jiggled gently as she wiggled and humped. Tremors of passion rippled over her beautiful face. She looked up at him through passionate, half-closed eyes. A serene smile of ecstasy caressed her lush lips.
"Give me all of that whopper, darling. Go deep!"
Her body bounced from the force of his thrusts as he hammered her cunt with his cock. Her tits danced an erotic tango on her chest. Her lithe body writhed and twisted and bucked as she matched his rhythm and fucked with him. He wrapped his arms around her legs and levered his hips back and forth rapidly. His heavy, cum-laden balls smacked into her up-turned ass as he pounded her pussy with the full length of his cock.
"Oh, darling, you're getting me so good," she moaned. Her face twisted with emotion. Her breath came in quick gasps. "I'm getting there, darling. God, your cock feels fabulous, darling.
So fucking wonderful. Oh, my, darling, you're a magnificent fucker. Fuck me a little faster. Yes, darling, yes, that's the way. Soon, darling, soon!"
He gazed devotedly at her alluring, glowing face-felt the walls of her cunt milking his rod aggressively-sensed her words in his subconscious more than he heard them. His cock pulsated harder. He rubbed the tip of his finger over her clit.
"Sensational clit," he murmured. "So big and firm."
"Christine's is bigger," she panted.
She undulated her hips faster. She threw her pussy up at him, taking all the cock he could give her. She squealed with fulfillment and bucked wildly as her orgasm washed over her.
He fucked her furiously, and his own orgasm suddenly became an irresistible force. Passion enveloped him in a cloud of enchantment. He clung to her legs and speared his long lance into her with a flurry of motion. Her entire body shook from the force of his furious jabs. Staggering sensations possessed him.
"Cum, darling, cum!" she cooed. "Shoot your cream deep in my cunt. Make it happen, darling. Fill my cunt so full it overflows. I want to feel your cum squirting into me. I cum so good when your cock explodes in my cunt. Cum with me, darling. I'm ready, darling, ready to fly away. Give it to me, darling. Give me your cum. Now, darling, now! Fill my cunt full, darling! I'm cumming, darling, I'm cumming!"
Sperm abruptly erupted from his cockhead and jetted into the depths of her greedy love hole.
"Oh, darling, I can feel your cum squirting in my cunt," she wailed. "God, your cock feels so fucking big! Fuck me, darling! Fuck me good! I'm going to cum again!"
She threw her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. She swung her hips from side to side and up and down rapidly. She had another wailing climax and sucked the last drop of cum from him before his cock changed from a bar of steel to a piece of limp rubber.
She kept her legs locked around his waist as they rolled onto their side. His cock slipped out of her cunt, but she liked the way it felt nestled against her cunt lips. He sighed contentedly. She was warm and fragrant. The enticing aroma of her body filled his nostrils. He toyed with one of her fat nipples with the tip of his tongue.
She wiggled her hips to rub his cock against her pussy and kissed him on the lips. "Thank you for a wonderful fuck, darling."
"You're welcome," he replied. "I ought to thank you. You are a terrific piece of ass."
"Just as Christine predicted," she chuckled. "You must keep women very happy with your gifted tongue and marvelous cock."
"Not as often as you seem to think."
"Stupid women," she giggled.
"It takes two to tango, dear. I'm very choosy."
"And you chose me. I'm honored."
"Maybe you ought to wait a while."
"Oh? Do you have a Jekyll and Hyde personality? Are you good only in bed?"
"I don't think so. I can't blame women. I don't often meet one who turns me on."
"I'm glad Christine was willing to share you with me," she said. "Good fucking isn't the only thing that makes a girl happy, but it's a damn good start. A bad fuck can ruin a girl's whole week."
"I'm glad I didn't disappoint you."
"Oh, darling, if you had made me any happier, I would have lost my mind!" she exclaimed. She wiggled her hips, and the head of his big prick pushed between the lips of her pussy. She continued to wiggle and felt his cock begin to grow. "How about an encore?" she asked sweetly, squeezing his half-hard tool between her thighs. "I'm still turned on."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"Yeah, I can feel your motor running," Sean teased. "I can't think of anything I would rather do than fuck you again."
"And again and again," Linda giggled. "Why don't we go in the bedroom? This couch is pretty narrow. I need more room to roam."
"Don't fence you in, huh?"
"Some men have tried it. They didn't get very far."
She released her leg lock and let him roll away. He got to his feet and helped her up. She held onto his hand and started toward her bedroom, and the phone rang.
"Damn," she muttered. "Will you get that, darling? You really dumped a load in me. If I don't wash, it's going to dribble all over the place."
He crossed the living room to the phone and she hurried into the bathroom.
"Linda," he called. "Mom wants to talk to
She came out of the bathroom and gave him a big smile. "I'll meet you in the bedroom in a couple of minutes."
He was sitting on the edge of the bed when she came in. She stopped in the door and said, "Christine just wanted to know if you were still here. I told her that I wasn't about to let you get away so easy."
He shook his head in resignation. "I don't know that I like my mother checking up on me."
"Bear with her, darling. She's very proud of you, and wants to see that you get all the pussy you can handle."
"Yeah, that's something else," he said. "My mother setting me up with girls makes me uncomfortable."
"Even when they're sure things who'll fuck your ears off?" Linda laughed.
"Well, when you put it that way."
"Sounds like an ideal situation to me. Christine is a very sexy woman, darling. And I'm not so bad, if I do say so myself. Suppose, just to be supposing, that it was your wife setting you up with a sure thing. How would you feel?"
"I can't imagine a wife doing that," he replied.
"Oh, I would, if I were your wife." She caught his sharp look and giggled. "No, I'm not trying to put my brand on you. I would never consider getting married, unless it was at least four men at the same time. I need lots of cock, darling. I'm just saying that I'm not possessive or jealous. I'm not the only girl who feels that way. I know several married women who arrange for their husbands to have other women now and then."
"You don't move in the same circles I do."
"You can change that, darling. That's what Christine is offering you. Among other things."
She bounced across the room, pushed him back on the bed and tumbled in with him. She scooted up his legs with her back against his stomach. She pulled his arms around her and put his hands on her tits.
"I like your tits," he said softly. "They're so firm and springy. Nice big fat nipples, too."
"I like your hands on them." She put one foot on the bed and lifted her knee into the air to open her crotch. "If your lips were longer, you could suck them."
"If my lips were that long, they would hang down to my knees," he laughed.
"like your magnificent cock," she giggled. She cupped his balls and pressed them against her ass. "Christine's tits are bigger than mine. And her nipples are nearly as fat."
He pinched one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. "Yep. At least."
"Fat nipples are more fun to suck."
"I'm still having trouble talking about my mother this way."
"You'll get used to it, if you give yourself the chance." She grasped his partially erect prick and began to slide her hand up and down the shaft. "Mmmmmm, your cock is getting harder," she murmured.
"You have magic in your hands."
"In my mouth and pussy, too." She threw her leg backward over his and lifted her ass. She groped with the head of his cock, opened her pussy lips, and stuffed the big knob into her tight hole. A smile spread across her face and she sighed with satisfaction. "Now, it will get hard a lot faster. I like to have your cock in me, darling." She cupped his balls and wiggled her hips. "Yeah, I can feel it growing. Have you fucked Christine in the ass yet?"
"Yeah. You two must know a lot about each other."
"We do. Would you like to fuck me in the ass? It's tighter than my pussy."
"Can you take me there?"
"Of course, darling. I can do anything Christine can do. And I told you that you can fuck me in the mouth, pussy and ass. But you must promise you won't pussyfoot around or go wobbly on me. I want you to fuck my ass the way you fucked my pussy. Okay?"
"Okay. But you have to promise to tell me if I hurt you."
"You won't hurt me, darling. You aren't the first man to come calling at my back door. If you're worried about your size, don't. Christine has a strap-on dildo that's as big as your cock." She reached over to the bed table and got a bottle of lubricant equipped with a long nipple. "I bought this today, just for you." She handed it to him and turned her ass up in the air. "Stick the nipple in my ass and squirt me full, then put some on your cock."
He primed her ass-hole and coated his cock with the slippery goo, then got on his knees behind her. She reached back with both hands and spread her buttocks. He put the tip of his dick against her tightly puckered ass-hole and slowly pressed forward.
"Go slow at first, darling," she said. "When I tell you to give it to me, really ram your cock in. Okay?"
"Okay, baby, whatever you say."
She murmured softly as the head of his cock entered her back door. "Aaahhh, it feels fine, darling. Give me a little more now. That's it, nice and slow. Good. Now a little more, darling. More, darling! You promised you wouldn't go wobbly on me. Aaahhh, yes, that's it. Now, give me all of it, darling. Let me feel your cock hair on the bottom of my ass."
He crouched over her shapely ass and buried his cock in her gorgeous body. The feel of his cock sliding into her tight anus sent wild sensations tearing through him. The idea of such a beautiful woman giving him her tender ass to fuck boggled his mind. He seldom got to fuck a woman in the ass. Now, his mother and one of her friends were willing to go bottoms up for him any time he wanted.
Linda writhed and murmured, twisted her ass from side to side and rocked back and forth. "Ohhh, yes, darling! Ohhh, your cock feels good! Now fuck me, darling. Fuck my ass hard!"
He gored her ass with fierce thrusts and his emotions suddenly careened out of control. He clenched his teeth and fought back the urge to dump his load. "God, you weren't kidding about your ass being tight," he muttered. "My cock feels like it's being skinned." He grasped her hips and humped her rump a little faster.
She put her head down on one arm. She stuck her hand between her legs and diddled her clit. "Your cock really fills my tight little ass-hole. You're fucking me just the way I like. I want your cum up my ass, darling." She caught her breath and shuddered. "Bang my ass hard, darling! I'm going to cum!"
She screamed as her climax started and fingered her clit rapidly, striving for a double orgasm. He drove his cock into her relentlessly, his belly slamming against her buttocks as he plowed her ass. She jerked and thrust back at him as she triggered the second orgasm in her clit.
He slammed into her so hard he nearly knocked her off her knees as his own orgasm started. Cum gushed into her guts in thick gobs. He lunged into her again and again, trying to bulldoze his cock even deeper.
She rocked back and forth, met him move for move, taking everything he could give her and reaching for more. He slammed into her with another powerful lunge and knocked her off her knees. He rode her down and continued to plunge his prick into her rear, driving his cum into the depths of her accommodating body.
"God, darling, that was a fantastic fuck!" she said. "You gave it to me just the way I wanted it." She felt him move and said quickly, "Stay there. I like the feel of your cock in my ass."
"I'll mash you."
"I can take your weight, darling."
He hunched against her ass and chuckled. "You're a fantastic piece of ass."
She wiggled under him. "Better let me up, darling. I feel your cum dribbling down my pussy and I hate to sleep in a wet spot."
She took him into the bathroom and tenderly washed and dried his cock. Then she looked at herself and giggled. "God, you really filled my ass, darling. Look at me." His cum was spread all over her ass, pussy and thighs. "I hate to remove it, but I want to start fresh. A quick PTA, and I'll be ready to go again."
"What the hell is a PTA?" he asked.
"Pussy, tits, and ass, darling," she giggled.
She didn't ask him to leave, so he didn't. She seemed totally unconcerned that he closed the lid on the stool and sat down. Watching her perform such an intimate act made him feel particularly close to her. She finished, wiped the water off the sink and hung up the wash cloth and towel. Then she took his hand and led him back to the bedroom.
"This chair isn't as comfortable as the ones in the living room, but it's comfortable enough." She sat him down and knelt between his legs. She grasped his cock and kissed him. "You fucked my pussy and ass so well, darling. Now, you're going to hit for the cycle by fucking my mouth." She kissed his chest, nipped his hard little nipples, stuck her tongue in his bellybutton, then licked his limp cock. "A hard cock in my mouth makes me feel like a complete woman. Sucking pussy is fun, too, but my favorite is cock. Not that I prefer cocksucking to fucking, you understand."
"Do you suck pussy very often?"
"Oh, now and then. like you, I'm very choosy. Every women I suck off, including Christine, says that I'm very good."
"Somehow, lady, I think you are very good at everything you make up your mind to do. I want to eat your pussy while you suck my cock. Let's get on the bed and do a 69."
"No, darling. This is my treat. You can eat my pussy again later, while we wait for your cock to get hard again."
She lifted his limp cock and licked the shaft from the base to the tip. She reversed course and went back to the end. By the time she reached the knob again, it had begun to swell. The tip of her pink tongue flicked out and curled around the head, then she began to swallow him. He groaned as her moist, hot lips engulfed his swollen cockhead. Her teeth grazed the underside of his shaft as she went down. To no one's surprise, his prick expanded and began to pulsate.
She cupped his balls with cherishing hands and fondled them, then rolled them gently. She slid her middle finger into the crack of his ass as her head bobbed bob up and down. When she reached the tip of his dick, she let her tongue tickle quickly over the glans and trace the ridge at the base of the knob. With an audible slurp, she sucked the head back into her mouth and repeated the process.
The combination of her mouth and hands drove him rapidly toward orgasm. He caressed her head and her cheeks and hunched. She slipped the tip of her finger into his ass-hole, rubbed his prostate, and he came instantly.
Gluts of thick, hot cum splattered down her throat. Bobbing her head rapidly up and down and gobbling noisily, she drained every drop of his sticky sperm and swallowed it avidly. She let his limp prick slip out of her mouth and sat back on her heels.
"Tasty," she said, smacking her lips. "You gave me a good mouthful."
"God, lady, you are fantastic!"
"Now, darling, you have a choice. Do you want to drink some more coffee and brandy, or would you rather drink the juice from my pussy?
"Give me a minute to catch my breath, then I'll drink the juice from your pussy."
She got up and sat on his lap. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. "I think your big cock not only stretched my pussy, it warped my mind. I could easily get hooked on you." She licked his lips, then kissed him tenderly. "I'm hungry. Let's raid the fridge. Then we can see what other pursuits you're up to."
"I don't have to ask what those other pursuits are, do I?"
She grinned and kissed the tip of his nose. "Not unless my tight young pussy has warped your mind."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Sean did a double take when he woke the next morning. Even then, he didn't believe what he was seeing. He blinked twice, rubbed his eyes, and looked again. The mind-boggling scene hadn't changed.
Christine sat against the headboard of his bed with a couple of pillows behind her and one under her ass. Her legs were spread wide open and her finger was in her pussy.
"Good morning, darling," she said. Her sprightly voice reflected the exuberance, the bubbling vitality, she felt.
"Good morning," Sean mumbled, staring at her pussy.
She grinned and gave him an exaggerated wink. "Why don't you go pee? I won't run away."
"And then?" he asked.
She rubbed the tip of her fuck finger lightly over her clit. She giggled as his eyes followed the movement. "Then you come back and watch me jack off," she said, her voice dripping with sex appeal.
"Intriguing idea. A bit kinky, but intriguing."
"No more kinky than fucking your mother," she laughed.
He returned in a few minutes, looking greatly relieved.
"All I want you to do is watch, darling," she said. "Sit down there between my legs so you can see everything I do."
"Whatever you want. You taught me not to argue when a lady makes a special request."
She bit her tongue so she wouldn't remind him that he argued when she asked him to live with her and join her agency. "I invited a friend for dinner," she said. "I think you'll like her."
"Why do I think you're up to something?"
"Because you know me." she said with a big grin.
"Then do it, baby. Show me how you please yourself."
He sat between her feet, legs crossed, his gaze on her crotch. She pulled her heels up to her ass and let her knees fall apart. He thought about the satiny smoothness on the inside of her exemplary thighs, how they felt against his cheeks.
She reached into her crotch with both hands, spread the lips of her pussy, and held them wide open with one hand. She stared at him as she ran the end of her middle finger up and down her humid gash.
"My pussy is so wet, darling," she murmured. "See how hard my clit is? Is my clit big in comparison with other women you've fucked?" She stuck her fuck finger in her cunt and wiggled it around. He heard the faint squishy sound and smelled the intoxicating musk of her excitement.
"You also taught me not to kiss and tell," he said, teasing her.
"That doesn't count now, darling," she cooed. "You're a handsome devil who has a certain way with women."
"Linda said something similar."
"I know my clit is bigger than hers," Christine said proudly.
"I've seen only one other that was bigger than yours."
"Tell me about her. What was she like? Describe her. You don't have to use names if you don't want to."
"I don't remember her name," he said apologetically. "She was an older woman, a college professor, with coal-black hair all over. Even had a faint little mustache. Her body was small, all angles and sinew. Hard little tits and hardly any ass. She wasn't a ravishing beauty by any means, but she fucked like a wild woman at the drop of a hat, and she would drop the hat. She sucked cock very well and came quickly from a good pussy licking, but she preferred to fuck." is so sensitive, darling," she whispered in a husky voice, totally aroused. "Just like my nipples. Look at my nipples, darling. Look how hard they get when I'm really turned on."
He looked at her superb tits and licked his lips. Her nipples stood up proudly, full and thick and long. He felt a strong desire to take one in his mouth. He resisted the urge and looked up.
She made firm eye contact with him. She licked her lips and smiled provocatively. A look of devilish delight danced in her sparkling blue eyes. A dynamic sensation of impassioned titillation pulsed through her body. She looked down, willing his eyes to follow.
Sean watched his wanton mother slide a long, slender finger into her hole. She played inside her channel for a few moments, then moved her finger back up and settled it on her clit. Her finger began moving. It went faster. And faster. Her thighs trembled. Her exquisite face tightened with unbridled lust.
Her sex gun fired powerfully. Her body spasmed hard. She screamed so loud that he recoiled. Her hand became a blur as she finger-fucked herself without inhibition. Her hand slowed gradually. Her body stopped jerking and bouncing. Her eyes opened.
"Oooooo," she whispered, her voice raspy from screaming. "How sweet it is! Did you watch, darling? I came so hard, I couldn't keep my eyes open.
"Oh, yes!" he said. "I couldn't take my eyes off you."
She looked at his rampant rod. "I see you liked it. You sit up here and let me make you feel good."
She traded places and sat in front of him with her legs extended. She put his legs over hers and scooted forward. His heavy balls dangled between his thighs. She lifted them with her left hand and let them lie in her palm.
"I like your balls," she said softly. "They're so big. That's a sign of virility."
"I've heard that, but I think it's an old wives tale."
"I like to just play with a cock without any rush, any pressure to do anything else. Fucking is a lot of fun, but sometimes it's as much fun to just play. If a man gets in a hurry and just wants to stick his cock in a girl's tender little pussy and saw away, it takes away a lot of the fun. Too much pumping and sawing makes a girl sore."
"Is your pussy sore?"
"Oh, no!" she said with a giggle. "But right now, I just want to play with your cock. You can fuck me later. I like to fuck."
"I didn't realize that you're such a master of understatement," he laughed.
"Your cock is gorgeous," she said in a sultry voice.
"I'm glad you like it."
"The head looks like a big ripe plum." She leaned over and kissed the knob tenderly. She played with his cock, using both hands on the long shaft. Occasionally, she glanced up at him, then kissed the knob. "Which do you like best, a blow job, a hand job, or putting this pretty cock in a cunt and fucking your brains out?"
Sean chuckled. "All of the above! Which one are you going to do?"
"Oh, whatever," Christine replied. "I haven't decided yet. But don't worry, darling, I'll drain this lovely hunk of meat one way or the other."
She hunched a little closer. She rubbed the head of his cock lightly over the lips of her pussy, then through the tangle of auburn hair.
She held his cockhead back in the palm of her left hand. She squeezed ever so slightly with her right hand and pulled his prick with a slow, steady rhythm.
"Damn!" he whispered. "You're very handy."
She grinned, showing her appreciation of his pun. She tightened the grip of her right hand around his shaft and jacked him faster.
Suddenly, his hips jerked. She quickly removed her left hand from his cockhead and cupped his balls. She leaned way over and took just the knob into her mouth. Her right hand moved up and down his shaft more rapidly.
She deliberately gobbled his cum noisily so he would know that she liked eating it. Near the end of his climax, she swallowed his whole rod. She sucked out the last drops of his essence and pushed his cock out of her mouth with her tongue.
"Hmmmmmm, I'm hungry," she said. "Let's have breakfast and then go for a drive in the country."
"Okay. Thanks, Mom. That's a great way to start off the day."
"If you're a good boy, you might start off more days the same way," she teased.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The rest of the day dragged by for Christine. She had to fight the urge to jump Sean's bones for a quick fuck. She wanted her appetite fully whetted for tonight. And Sean had to be at his full strength. If things went the way she planned, he was going to need every ounce of his stamina. She shivered with excitement and expectation as she thought about the evening.
She sauntered into the living room wearing a gaiter belt, hose and high heels. She looked at her son and grinned. "Your eyeballs are going like those whirligig gizmos in a pinball machine."
"They're just trying to keep up with your nipples," he laughed.
She looked at her tits, and her grin widened. "Yeah, my tits do bounce around a lot, don't they?"
"Are you dressed for dinner."
"I'll put on a dress later. Do you like this outfit?"
"Very much. You must be expecting a big evening.
"Friday night happy hour, dear. I was going to ask you to fuck me before Teresa gets here. I don't think it would be a good idea. You're going to need your strength."
"Didn't jacking off satisfy you?"
"That was this morning, dear!" she laughed. "Besides, an appetizer never satisfies a hearty appetite. I do want you to do something special for me tonight."
"Sure, if I can. Sometimes, you overestimate my strength and ability."
"Never your ability, dear," she replied.
She told him what her plans for the evening were and what she wanted him to do. His eyebrows shot into his hairline. He listened without comment. For what she was promising, he would walk barefoot over hot coals.
Teresa arrived promptly at seven. Christine greeted her and seated her on the couch in the living room. Sean peeked through the slightly open kitchen door. Teresa was about his age. He expected an older woman.
"Do you drink martinis?" Christine asked.
"Yep," Teresa replied. "Dry ones."
"I had these shipped in directly from the Sahara this afternoon," Christine quipped. "Gently stirred, not shaken."
"Sounds super. Where's Sean? I thought you invited me over to meet him."
"Oh, he's around," Christine said cryptically. "He'll join us later."
"Good. I thought maybe he changed his mind and went out for the evening."
"I raised him to be a gentleman, Teresa. He promised to be here, and he keeps his promises." Christine sat on the other end of the couch. "Tell me about yourself. I know very little about you." She knew that Sean could hear them.
They spent the next half-hour chit-chatting. Teresa drank three martinis. Christine deliberately made them strong. She didn't think Teresa would object to what she had planned for the evening, but she wanted her totally relaxed, even a bit tipsy.
"Well, let's see if dinner is ready. Sean has been slaving in the kitchen long enough." That was a little white lie. She'd prepared everything earlier. Sean was merely hiding out until he made his grand entrance. "The least we can do is eat what he's got for us."
Teresa didn't catch Christine's strong double meaning. "Oh, so that's where he's been all this time. Did you teach him to cook?"
"No. He already knew how. Besides, the meal isn't that complicated."
Christine took Teresa to the dining room and seated her with her back to the kitchen door. Sean entered, carrying their plates, already filled with food.
"I thought we'd do this just like in a restaurant," Christine said. "Hope you don't mind."
"Why should I mind? Saves on... " Teresa stopped in mid-sentence. She looked at her plate, then at Sean. Her mouth hung wide open. Her eyes got as big as saucers. "Oh, my God!"
Sean stood very erect by Teresa's shoulder, looking down at her. She looked at him, at Christine, then back at him. She seemed utterly mesmerized, unable to take her eyes off him.
"Your food is getting cold," Christine said quietly.
"Who can think of food at a time like this?" Teresa croaked.
"Is something wrong?" Christine asked with counterfeit concern. "Have you lost your appetite? I think Sean arranged the plates to look very appetizing, don't you?"
"Oh, Christine, you're a wicked little witch!" Teresa breathed. "Where in the world did you find that outfit?"
Sean wore a starched white collar and black bow tie, a black cummerbund, and a white towel draped over his arm.
"Oh, I did a little shopping the other day. How do you like it?"
"It's...outstanding! Absolutely gorgeous!"
"I mean the outfit," Christine said, giggling.
"Oh, well, that too." Teresa suddenly saw the light. "Does this mean what I think it does?"
"I can't read your mind, dear, so I don't know what you think it means."
"I think it means that you're not only wicked, you're kinky!"
"Time will tell," Christine said. "I hope I didn't make a mistake inviting you to share my son with me. You understand the consequences if you blab this around, don't you?"
"Oh, darling, I wouldn't mess this up for anything!" Teresa assured her.
"You'd better eat," Christine said with a faint smile.
Teresa's eyes were locked on Sean's flaccid cock. Even limp, it hung halfway down his thigh. "What?" she blurted.
"Your food, silly. That's dessert."
"Why can't I have dessert first?" Teresa said with a pout.
"Well, I suppose it won't hurt if you check it out," Christine said. "Just to see if you're going to like it, you understand."
"like it! I already love it! Who wants food when this is available?" Teresa reached out slowly and gently curled her fingers around Sean's cock shaft. She moved her hand slowly up and down his shaft, immersed in the sheer joy of handling such a long, thick hunk of meat. She swallowed hard, her burning gaze directed at what she was holding in her hand. "This is the biggest one I've ever seen!" she said softly.
"It is a superb specimen, isn't it?
"It's something out of a dream!"
"A wet dream," Christine replied with a smirk. "Now, eat your dinner. You're going to need your strength."
"God, I hope so!"
"I planned a surprise for you, dear, not torture. I wouldn't treat you that way. Turn loose now, and eat. He'll stay handy."
Teresa reluctantly removed her hand from Sean's cock and picked up her fork. She kept glancing at his awesome prick as she ate quickly. Charged up like a Roman candle with a lit fuse, she couldn't let the matter drop.
"How does it feel when he sticks it in you?" she asked, her voice laden with excitement.
Christine grinned. "You sure are a persistent one. But, if you want to let the excitement build, I'll gladly help. It feels better than words can describe. The first time I took it, I thought he was going to split me wide open. He filled my poor little pussy absolutely full! And that's one feeling that I never get tired of."
"Ohhh, I'll bet! Does he have lots of stamina? Can he last a long time?"
"Oh, yes! Especially after her gets rid of the first load. Check out his balls. They're huge."
Teresa dropped her fork with a clatter and pushed her plate away. She ran her hand between Sean's legs and cupped his balls in the palm of her hand. She rolled the heavy orbs around in her palm, feeling them all over.
"His cock is getting hard," she whispered.
"What did you expect?" Sean asked, joining the conversation for the first time.
"Well, just that, I guess," Teresa said with a giggle. "Do you mind what we're doing? You don't feel debased or demeaned in any way, do you?"
"I certainly don't mind. Why should I? Just think what I'm going to get out of it."
"Are you going to fuck both of us?" Teresa was very turned on. Her inhibitions loosened by alcohol, she felt totally wanton and wild.
"I certainly hope so." He grinned impishly. "Unless you don't want me to fuck you."
"Just try to get out of it!" Teresa released his balls and grasped his shaft at the base. She tightened her grip and milked it down. Her eyes widened as his dick got a little longer and a little thicker. "It's going to stand up all by itself in a couple of minutes." Impulsively, she dipped her hand in the bowl of salad dressing and smeared it over his cock. She grabbed the shaft and stroked it slowly.
His cock rose to its full glory. Teresa sighed and licked the salad dressing off. Her tongue felt a foot long as it flashed and curled around his thick shaft.
Christine watched the aroused blonde clean the salad dressing from Sean's dick. "Sean, dear, I think we're through with dinner. Why don't you clear the table? We'll have dessert later."
"But you said this is dessert!" Teresa protested.
"I meant the regular dessert, dear. We'll save it for later, along with our coffee. I don't know what gave me such a silly idea, but I have the distinct feeling that you can't wait any longer."
Sean pulled away from Teresa and gathered up the dishes. Teresa stared at his cock as he moved, dying to grab it again. His stiff cock bounced up and down and swayed from side to side as he walked back into the dining room.
He pulled Teresa to her feet and undressed her. He worked slowly, kissing each part of her body as he removed her clothes. He took off her panties and grinned.
"Well, I'll be damned," he muttered, looking at his mother and smiling. "Look at her pussy."
Teresa's hairless mound was as smooth as a billiard ball. She trembled from head to toe, so excited she could hardly stand it. She shyly opened her legs and let Christine and Sean look at her naked pussy.
"So that's why no hair showed around that tiny bikini you wear," Christine said.
"I've kept it shaved for a long time," Teresa said shyly. "I hope it...it doesn't turn you off, does it?"
"Oh, no!" Christine and Sean answered in unison.
Sean picked Teresa up and sat her on the table. Christine had told him what to do first. He thought it was a real blast that she wanted him to fuck her friend on the dining table right after dinner. He was as turned on as Teresa. He not only wanted to fuck her, he wanted to perform for his mother.
"He eats pussy better than any man I've ever known," Christine said. "And the way he uses that magnificent cock will drive you mad."
"I'm already half-mad," Teresa said. "What do I get first?"
"Oh, his cock, I think. That will take the edge off for both of you. Then we'll go from there and see what happens. Sean, you'd better make sure she's really wet, or that monster will tear her apart."
Sean grinned and ran his hand down Teresa's belly. Her legs sprang open as if he'd pushed a magic button. And he hadn't touched her pussy yet!
Teresa put her hands on the table behind her and leaned back. Her eyes burned with lust as she watched his hand. Her pussy felt like a river in the flood stage, but she wasn't going to suggest that he didn't have to check it out for himself. His finger passed over her clit on the way down her hot slit. She sighed deeply and hunched at his hand.
"She's really hot," Sean said. "Her pussy is as wet as yours, Mom."
"And just how do you know that my pussy is wet?" Christine asked teasingly. She rubbed her thighs together. Her pussy felt like a swamp.
"Oh, I know. I know what's going through your mind."
"Smart-aleck!" Christine muttered in jest.
Sean put two fingers between the lips of Teresa's naked little pussy. They slid into her slick hole easily. Heat and gallons of fuck juice engulfed them. He finger-fucked her a few times. Satisfied that she was more than ready to receive his prick, he started to remove his fingers.
"Find her G-spot and play with it," Christine urged hotly. "Give her a real thrill."
He suddenly had a diabolical urge of his own. He had already found her G-spot. He made a show of feeling around inside her cunt, deliberately avoiding it. He looked at his mother with a puzzled expression.
"I can't find it, Mom. Maybe you'd better show me where it is."
Teresa started to remind him that he had already found it, then realized what he was doing. She looked at Christine, then down at her crotch and Sean's hand.
"You think you're pretty smart, don't you?" Christine said softly, her voice quivering slightly.
"Yes, darling, show him," Teresa urged softly.
Christine slowly got out of her chair and stood by Sean between Teresa's legs. Her eyes wandered up the blonde's trim body to her tits. They were perky, dainty little mounds with large, sharply pointed nipples. She looked at Sean and grinned. Did he know that she went both ways? Probably. Linda must have told him, even inadvertently. She rattled like a magpie when she got turned on. Sean pulled his hand back slowly as Christine slid her hand down Teresa's belly. He probably didn't know that she and Teresa had experienced extreme carnal ecstasy in each other's arms several times.
"You'll like the way her pussy feels, Mom," Sean said. "She has such a fine little hole, almost as tight as yours."
Christine let her hand move further down. The tips of her fingers touched the top of Teresa's slit. She glanced at her son and grinned. She could hardly wait to show him how much she liked to eat pussy. She inched the tip of her middle finger into Teresa's gash and touched the tiny bud of her clit. "Her clit is smaller than mine," she breathed.
Pleased that she was letting him watch her touch another woman's pussy, Sean smiled encouragement. "Yes. But it seems to be just as sensitive."
"Oh, it is!" Teresa chimed in. "I just love to have it tickled."
"Who doesn't?" Christine laughed.
Her fingers went lower, touched Sean's. He pulled his fingers out of Teresa's twat. She quickly replaced her son's fingers with hers. She buried them in the sopping hole to the last knuckle. She looked down at her hand. Her mind reeled and her heart did a couple of flip-flops. Her son was watching her put her fingers in another woman's pussy-in her cunt! Under the special circumstances, the word took on an additional meaning.
She turned her hand palm up. She wiggled the ends of her fingers around and immediately found Teresa's G-spot. There was no doubt she had found the right place. Teresa nearly levitated off the table.
"See, darling," Christine said to her son teasingly. "It wasn't so hard to find." She knew what he was doing, and went right along with his little game. "You just didn't look in the right place. I thought I taught you better."
"You taught me to find yours," he said, suppressing a satisfied smirk. "Hers must be in a different place."
"Bullshit! You just wanted me to put my fingers in her pussy. You didn't think I would do it, did you? Well, I fooled you!"
"Well, so it goes," he said smugly.
Christine stuck her tongue out at him, then grinned. "Put your finger back in her. Follow mine until you feel her magic spot."
Teresa spread her legs wider and sighed deeply as Sean added his finger to her pussy. She stared at both hands as he eased his finger all the way in and found the tips of Christine's fingers.
"That's it, dear," Christine said. "Right there. Play with it until you find out how sensitive it is. Every girl is different, you know."
"I want you to do it!" Teresa asked hotly. She wanted to keep Christine's fingers in her, wanted to get off on both of their fingers.
"I'm not the one who's going to fuck you, dear," Christine replied.
"Don't be too sure," Sean teased. "The night is just getting started. Anything can happen."
"You would like to watch us do each other, wouldn't you?" Christine said.
"Of course," he said. "Will you do it? For me?"
"You know damn well that I'll do anything you ask," Christine replied. Her voice nearly broke under the intense emotional strain she felt.
"Oh, Sean!" Teresa moaned. "Please fuck me. I've never had a cock as big as yours in me!"
Christine pulled her finger out of Teresa's pussy and grasped her son's cock. She jacked it up to full erection as he played in Teresa's pussy. Sean pulled his fingers out of Teresa's hole and took a step forward.
"Put my cock in her, Mother," he said softly.
He called her Mother only on special occasions. Fucking another woman with his mother's help was certainly a special occasion!
Christine held onto his cock with her right hand and caressed Teresa's mound with her left hand. She opened the girl's gash and put the head in the tiny mouth. She held onto the shaft as he eased his big, one-eyed monster all the way into the tender, hairless twat. Christine put one hand on each side of Teresa's pussy, palms down, and rubbed the bare area.
"As smooth as silk," she said. "How does my son's cock feel, dear? Is it big enough for you?"
"Mmmmm, glorious!" Teresa breathed. "God, I love it! I've never felt so full! My biggest vibrator isn't this big."
"Enjoy it, dear. He'll give you a good fucking," Christine murmured.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
"I know, I know, I know," Teresa chanted. "I can hardly believe this is happening to me. It's like a dream. A beautiful, once in a lifetime dream."
Christine stepped back and undressed in a flash. She was almost as happy as Teresa. She looked at Sean's cock as he slid it in and out of Teresa's pussy, then looked at her body. "Your pretty little titties look so precious," she husked.
Teresa let herself down onto her back and gazed up at Christine with lusty eyes. "Play with them while he fucks me."
Christine caressed the girl's tits with both hands. She pinched the nipples between her thumb and forefinger and rolled them around. "Don't you like the way he fucks? Doesn't his cock feel good in your little pussy?"
"Oh, God, yes!" Teresa moaned. "Glorious! I think I'm going to fly right off to heaven."
"You can't, dear," Christine laughed. "His big cock will hold you down."
Teresa chuckled and put one hand on Christine's belly. Christine shivered and spread her legs. They were going to let Sean watch them eat each other out. Maybe rub pussies and use her vibrators on each other. If they didn't get too tired, they might even fuck each other with her strap-on dildo.
Teresa ran her palm over Christine's hairy mound. She delved into the redhead's seam with one finger and found her large, super-inflated clit.
Christine expelled the breath she had been holding, trembled, and looked at Sean. He smiled encouragement and nodded his head. She opened her legs a little wider and hunched on Teresa's finger. "Get me off while he fucks you," she whispered hotly.
"I love your big clit," Teresa whispered in awe. "It feels like a little dick!"
"Yeah, it's really big, isn't it?" Sean grunted. "That's what makes her cum so hard."
"I cum so hard because I like to cum," Christine said with a sexy chuckle. "Teresa's clit isn't as big as mine, but she cums just as hard as I do."
"God, do I ever!" Teresa said quickly.
Sean and Christine laughed at her eagerness. He caught his mother's eye and winked. She said she would see that he got all the hot pussy he could handle, but he never expected her to bring another woman home for him to fuck. Fucking her was fantastic. Fucking Teresa was almost as good. She had a wonderful cunt, and her responses were more than the average guy could ask for.
Teresa let out a little cry every time he went all the way in. "Oh!" she moaned. "Your cock goes so deep!"
"If I put my tongue down your throat, I could probably feel the head," Christine teased.
She kissed Teresa ardently and stabbed her tongue into her throat. Teresa sucked on her tongue, moaning louder with each passing moment. The kiss pleased her immensely. She loved to get a hot, passionate kiss while a big prick plundered her liquefied cunt.
Sean's mind reeled. Teresa's fabulous sheath molded itself to his cock, caressed it, soaked it in hot juice. She was hotter than a firecracker on the Fourth of July. He hung on the very edge of an orgasms. He held back, waiting for her to pop first. He slid his cock out, then pushed in deep again. The elastic walls squeezed around his dick as he re-entered. He did it again, and then again, faster each time.
Christine's mind also reeled. Teresa's finger on her clit was driving her wild-as wild as her son's cock was driving Teresa. She massaged Teresa's tits and pinched her nipples harder as she felt her own climax begin to stir. Her son was going to watch another woman make her fun gun fire. She had never felt such intense excitement. One hand flew down Teresa's body and landed in her crotch. She pushed her finger into the top of Teresa's slit and rubbed her erect clit vigorously.
Teresa nearly jumped off the table. She babbled a hundred disconnected phrases, moaning and crying, completely submerged in erotic emotions.
Sean skewered Teresa on his shaft thoroughly, hanging onto her hips to keep her from sliding across the top of the dining table. Her cunt sucked and slurped. An ocean of juice gushed from her hole with every plunge. The head of his dong drove high up into her belly and his huge balls smacked against the cheeks of her ass.
"Cum in me, baby," Teresa groaned. "Fill my hot cunt with your wonderful cream. I want to feel it squirt in me."
Her own words set her off. She tightened her legs around his waist and thrust up and down, drawing him deeper and deeper into her. The dual assault of his prick pounding her pussy and Christine's finger on her clit tore her mind apart. Her belly heaved. Her ass beat against the table. She closed her eyes and cried out as each orgasmic wave washed over her.
Christine joined Teresa in ecstasy. She nearly lost her concentration, nearly forgot to finger Teresa's clit. Her ass twisted in tight circles. Her knees got weak. Her lascivious cries of fulfillment mingled with Teresa's.
Their orgasmic response pushed Sean over the brink. He jammed the head of his dick to the bottom of Teresa's cunt and let his jism fly. A mighty cum pump powered his prick. He sent thick, tremendous squirts spurting against the mouth of her womb.
The molten heat pouring into Teresa's cunt set loose a new flood of orgasms. She twisted and bucked tumultuously. Christine glued her lips to Teresa's in another deep, heated soul kiss.
What started with a bang ended with a whimper. Teresa's body went limp. Christine sank to her knees, her chin just above the edge of the table. Sean leaned forward and supported himself with his hands on the top of the table. Teresa's legs released their vise-like clamp around his waist and slid down his body to dangle over the edge of the table.
"Damn!" he hissed. "What a fantastic pussy!"
"What a fabulous cock!" Teresa wheezed, then chuckled sexily deep in her throat. "God, you really fucked me!"
Christine stood and gave Teresa another kiss on the mouth. "There's more where that came from, darling. We're just getting started."
"Speak for yourself," Sean said. "I don't know if there's any more. I think she drained me completely."
"Of course there's more, darling." Christine patted her son on the ass, a tender loving touch. "You can't give up now. You haven't fucked me yet, and I'm sure Teresa is going to want more."
"You'll have to give me time to rest," he wheezed.
Christine took Teresa to the bathroom to freshen her pussy. She stood in the door and watched the girl wash away the fruit of Sean's passion.
"So, what do you think of my son?" she said softly.
"Need you ask?" Teresa laughed. "God, he really filled me. He must have cum a bucketful."
"Yeah, he really carries a load. What would you expect? His balls are so big."
"So is his cock! Will I get to play with his balls? I'd really like to."
"You can do whatever you like, darling. Now that we're over the initial rough spots, I don't know of anything that I would object to. And Sean won't care what we do as long as he gets to fuck and suck and cum."
"Well, maybe you had some rough spots, but I sure didn't!" Teresa exclaimed. "The moment I saw that big cock, I was ready to do anything! "You're almost as kinky as I am. I always wanted to fuck my older brother, but never had the nerve to jump his bones." She looked at Christine's pussy and smiled dreamily. "You are going to let Sean watch me eat your pussy, aren't you? The thought of him watching me lick your big clit drives me wild."
Christine shuddered visibly. Her blood ran hot again. "Yes. He wants it, and so do I."
Teresa hugged Christine and kissed her lovingly. "I'm so happy you invited me tonight. I've never had a dinner quite like this one."
Christine trembled and mashed her large tits against Teresa's smaller mounds. "Let's go see what our stud is up to," she murmured.
"A hell of a lot, I hope!" Teresa exclaimed.
Sean sat in a big chair in the living room, his head leaning back, his eyes closed. Christine sat on the couch and pulled Teresa into her lap.
"He recovers quickly," Christine said.
"I'm sure you've fucked him enough to know what you're talking about," Teresa said teasingly.
"Why, of course, dear!" she replied.
The women laughed in unison. Teresa sucked in her breath as Christine ran her hands all over her body, feeling every inch of the delightful, firm flesh. Sean opened his eyes and watched silently. Teresa leaned her head against Christine's shoulder and squirmed her ass. She slowly opened her legs as the redhead's hand made its way lower, inching toward her hairless pussy mound.
"Your skin is so soft and smooth," Christine whispered.
Teresa kissed Christine on the cheek, then looked down to watch her hand move lower and lower. She glanced at Sean. She opened her legs wider, showing him her pussy in its full, naked glory. A wistful smile spread across her face. She looked back down at Christine's hand.
Christine rubbed her palm over Teresa's bald mound, then over her slit. Very slowly, she explored the bald slit with the tips of her fingers. It was familiar territory, but she never tired of the experience. Her fingers went up and down the slit, tenderly pulled at the inner lips, trailed along the wet gash, then two fingers slipped easily into the hot hole.
"You're getting me so hot again," Teresa murmured, nuzzling into Christine's neck.
"I've never cooled down," Christine replied. Touching Teresa's twat, feeling another woman up while her son watched, added to her excitement.
Sean stared into Teresa's crotch, watching intently as his mother made her explorations. He knew she was playing with Teresa's pussy partly to spark his interest. And it was working! Watching her touch another woman intimately turned him on.
He sucked in his breath when Christine pushed her fingers into Teresa's cunt and began to finger-fuck her. He expelled the breath in a rush of air when she pulled her fingers out and immediately put them in her mouth. He suddenly had all the watching he could stand.
He moved across the floor and knelt between Christine's legs. Teresa giggled with glee. She turned in Christine's lap and spread her legs wider. Her wet, pink gash lay open and inviting just inches from his nose. He leaned forward, stuck out his tongue, and ran it up and down the full length of the hairless slit.
Christine put both hands in Teresa's crotch and pulled the lips of her pussy wide open. "Lick her, darling," she said, her voice husky with passion. "Make her pussy feel as good as you make mine feel!"
Sean pushed his face into Teresa's hairless cunt and began to drive his long, pointed tongue in and out of her slippery, charming hole. He moved one hand up and stuck two fingers into his mother's hot snatch. His fingers worked in and out of her oily hole in concert with his tongue in Teresa's cunt.
"Oh, Christine, darling, he's fucking me with his tongue," Teresa moaned. "God, it feels so fucking good!"
"He's fucking me with his fingers," Christine replied with a moan. "My son is getting both of us at the same time!"
Christine grabbed Teresa's tits and kneaded the saucy mounds. Teresa pressed her back into Christine's much bigger tits and squirmed.
Supercharged by the kinky situation, neither woman could hold her climax at bay very long. Sean continued to slurp Teresa's pussy and finger Christine's hole, and both women began to buck and jerk. Teresa turned her face up, pulled Christine's head down, and sealed their lips in a passionate kiss. Two wild female tongues dueled in two hot mouths as Sean brought them off.
Sean got up on his knees and pulled the women apart. He kissed Christine, then Teresa.
"Oh, Sean, darling, I want you to fuck me so badly," Christine whimpered.
"And I want to watch you fuck her," Teresa added excitedly. "I want to watch you ream your mother's pretty pussy with your big cock."
As though reading each other's thoughts, the women slid off the couch. Christine got on her hands and knees in front of Sean. Teresa knelt by Christine, grasped the shaft of Sean's dick, and stroked it rapidly. She used her other hand to spread the lips of Christine's pussy.
"There, dear, your cock is hard enough and her pussy is ready. Shove it to her!" Teresa watched, her eyes wide and burning with lust as he eased forward and slowly slid his long dong into his mother's hot, wet love tunnel. He went all the way in, and she patted him on the ass. "Now, stay that way," she said.
She scrambled around and slid under Christine on her back. She stuck out her tongue and tickled Sean's dangling balls. Her tongue traveled up to the base of his shaft and skittered over Christine's slit. Christine trembled all over and wiggled her ass. She gasped when Teresa's tongue grazed her clit. Teresa grasped his balls with one hand.
"Now, fuck your mother, baby," she whispered hotly. "Give it to her good!"
Sean fucked his mother slowly, letting his cock slip almost all the way out on each backstroke. Teresa held tightly to his balls and licked Christine's juice from his shaft each time it slid out.
Sean thought he had died and gone to pussy heaven. The sensation of fucking his hot mama's tight, juicy pussy and getting his cock licked simultaneously was indescribable. He snatched a throw pillow off the couch and stuck it under Teresa's head, elevating it so she could reach her target without getting a kink in her neck. He and Christine were providing all the kink anybody needed.
Teresa put both hands in his crotch and played with his balls. "Fuck her a little faster, baby," she murmured, her voice partly muffled by Christine's pussy.
He increased the pace of his thrusts, then felt Teresa's tongue leave his cock. Glancing down, he saw her tongue moving slowly up Christine's hairy gash to her joy button. He knew when her tongue hit the target. Christine lurched back so hard that she almost knocked him over. Teresa snickered and lashed the redhead's clit mercilessly as he drove his dick in and out of her slick love tunnel with increased vigor.
A look of pure bliss covered Christine's face. Her mouth hung open. Her breath rushed in and out in deep gasps. She rocked gently back and forth, taking the full length of her son's hard, thick shaft with ease. Sean slammed into her snatch especially hard, and she grunted. She looked down at Teresa's pretty, nude pussy, smiling up at her lewdly. She sighed and licked her lips. She lowered her head and kissed the bald mound.
Sean twisted his ass in tight circles as he reamed his lascivious mother's fertile furrow without restraint. He reached under her and squeezed her dangling tits, then felt along her slit, around Teresa's mouth. He pulled the lips of her twat open. Teresa's tongue immediately settled on her clit and went to work impetuously.
Christine moaned deliriously. Her son's cock scouring her cunt seemed to be scouring her brain as well. Teresa's marauding tongue sent her straight to nirvana. She stuck out her tongue and ran it up and down Teresa's hairless slit. The beguiling taste made her head swim. She licked harder and faster.
Teresa jerked and moaned into Christine's cunt. She lifted her legs straight up in the air, then let them fall around the redhead's back.
Christine shoved her tongue in all the way, pushing her lips down tight to the hot gash. She chuckled deep in her chest and began to tongue-fuck the horny young woman.
Sean jammed his cock into the tightness of Christine's hole. She squeezed his cock unmercifully with her strong vaginal muscles. She made her muscles pulse high up in her passage. The ripples passed slowly along every inch of his engorged length, from the head of his prick to the root. Teresa continued to play with his balls with both hands. He groaned loudly as he felt her tongue pass over his prick and pounded his dick deeper into his mother.
Christine withdrew her tongue from Teresa's cunt hole and began to lick her clit furiously. Unconsciously, she settled into the same clit licking rhythm that Teresa was using on her own clit.
Slowly, steadily, an orgasm started deep in Christine's belly, a tiny entity in the center of her being, and rippled out like a pebble dropped into a calm lake. Except that she was far from calm. The ripples fluttered out and gained strength. Her cunt became a swirling hurricane of pleasure. The ripples spread out further and became waves. The waves massed into a tidal wave of sensation that threatened to engulf her entire body.
She redoubled her efforts on Teresa's clit, even gnawing at it gently as her tongue flicked over the hard little bud. Teresa's ass churned turbulently. Christine drew her attention into a hard little center of sensation and concentrated on Sean's prick. She felt it swelling, expanding to an incredible size inside her grasping gash.
The watery mountain of sensation became a strident stream, ripping shrilly into her brain. The pleasure clawed its way to the surface and shattered incandescently inside her, a billion wiggling fingers of orgasm dancing all over her flesh. Her orgasm spewed juice all over her crotch, which Teresa lapped up eagerly. She experienced a gigantic orgasm, the best ever, that just kept on going and going.
Teresa suddenly heaved and bucked harshly. Christine had enough presence of mind to slide her hands under the girl's ass to keep her from fleeing the scene. She felt Teresa's hot breath pouring over her crotch. Then she felt Sean's hot jism spurting into her belly, instantly filling her channel full.
Sean grasped Christine's hips, shortened his strokes, and pounded her cunt harshly as his cock pumped out its load. He slumped against her ass, then slowly fell back. Teresa glued her mouth to Christine's seeping hole and sucked fiercely.
Christine twitched and jerked gently as Teresa went about her delightful task of draining Sean's cum from her cunt. She shivered and sighed deeply as Teresa pushed her away gently. She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling, her eyes unfocused, her mind whirling.
Teresa rolled onto her back by Christine. She took Christine's hand and squeezed it affectionately. "Sean, did you watch us eat each other out?" she asked.
"Yeah, but I couldn't see a hell of a lot," he replied. "I was too busy fucking."
"Then we'll do it again so you can see everything," Christine said. She pulled Teresa over her and turned her around in reverse. "like right now."
Sean ogled the two women with lecherous eyes as they went at each other again. He knew he couldn't go back on the road, selling carpet. He had to stay with his hot mama and join her agency. He didn't know if he would make a good private dick, but the fringe benefits were outstanding!
