"That's her, that's my mother." Freddy said to the other guys. "Look at that big ass on her. Wait till you see her cunt. It's fat and it's wet all the time. God, she's the horniest bitch in the world, I guess."
"Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Wilson," Billy said, and the other guys all cracked up. The young man moved up to the bed and looked down at the furry patch between the naked, voluptuous woman's spread thighs. He licked his lips and made a slight murmuring noise in the back of his throat. He hadn't expected Freddy Wilson's mother to look quite this tempting. He was expecting some older, out-of-shape specimen. Of course, he realized that was being unfair, since his own mother was an entirely appetizing lady of forty or so. Many times he had allowed himself a secret fantasy of fucking his own mother. At night, in bed all by himself, with the lights out and his cock throbbing in his hand, he would think of his mother, of the times he had seen her running around the house in the nude, her huge tits bobbing up and down as she moved, her thick clumps of dark brown hair covering her pussy, and her big, fleshy bottom wiggling from side to side as she moved.
"Watch me, fellas," Freddy said. "And then you can all take a crack at her. Yeah, I want to see how many of you guys can do her at once. Shit, yeah, that's going to be a real turn-on for me, watching your cocks moving in and out of her cunt and asshole. Maybe you can even get her to suck on your cocks, though I don't know if she'll come awake enough for that. You wouldn't like to get your prick bitten off, I'm sure. Now here we go. Just watch me in action, guys."
He unzipped his fly. He glanced around at his buddies. They all smirked and nodded encouragingly.
Freddy stripped off his pants and then his underpants. He was slightly on the chubby side and a couple of the guys laughed at the sight of his fleshy ass. His mother was probably in better shape than he was, especially for her age. His cock was pulsing in front of him. He grabbed it and jerked it up and down a few times and then it stood straight and erect all on its own. He held it tight in his hand as he climbed onto the bed with his mother who was still sound asleep.
"Hi, mom, how you been doing? Huh? Did you have a real good night at the bars last night? HM? Gosh, I can smell the stuff on you, anyway. Shit, it smells like you fell into a vat of whiskey. Heh, heh, but that's all right, Ma, you sleep it off. And you don't mind if me and a few of the guys get our rocks off on you, do you?"
As he was talking to her, he was sliding his hands over her naked body. He pinched her ass and then used both hands to pry her cheeks apart and stick his fingers into her cunt. It was quite wet and he was able to shove three fingers right into her. He turned back and grinned. The other guys laughed and nodded encouragingly to him.
"Go to it, man," Tim Conway yelled at him with a laugh. "Give it to that whore of a mother of yours!"
"Yeah, that's what I intend to do. She's so hot and wet, I can't wait to get it inside her. Shit, that ass of hers feels nice, too. Look at that, will you, guys." He smacked a hand down firmly across her swelling buttocks. The others laughed at his outrageousness, spanking his own mother's naked ass. Freddy was quite a guy, they were all thinking. He could always come up with something different for them to do so they didn't get bored with the usual routine.
He put his fingers inside her cunt again and worked them back and forth. There was a loud squishing noise as he did it, as he worked up the drooling, sticky juices that were all through her fat pussy hole. She was really warm, and Freddy wondered if she was really sleeping as soundly as she seemed to be. He sometimes had the idea that she was only pretending to be sleeping when he came onto her like this or brought a friend or two along to do it with him. That would be just like her, she was such a pervert. It would be just like her to get off on something like that.
But what the hell. It didn't matter in the long run if she knew it was happening or was really unconscious to it as long as he could get away with it.
His cock was throbbing. He grabbed it with one hand, holding it around the base. With his other hand he held her cunt lips open wide. The drool was running out and matting her thick curly pussy hairs. He moved up, hunching over her plump buttocks and fitting his cock between the cunt lips. He shoved inward then, sliding right through the hole. He pushed up into her, inch after inch, shoving right into her. He shoved in as far as he could and gasped as the cock hit the back of her pussy. He made a loud, groaning noise as he felt a hot wave of pleasure flow through him. He threw his head back and moaned loudly.
"Ohhh, wow, that feels good, guys, you wouldn't believe it. But don't worry, I'll give you all a crack at her. Shit, she'll be so full of come when she wakes up she'll think that her cunt's melting or something ..."
"Give it to her, Freddy, give it to your Mom! Fuck that fat, juicy cunt of hers, go on and fuck her!"
He leaned into her, his hands sliding up and down along her sides as he slid his cock back and forth through her pussy. The cunt gripped him. It surprised him and made him think his mother was awake again. But she kept her eyes closed through it all, her head resting on its side on her pillow.
He moved his hands down to her ass cheeks and fondled them as he fucked her. In and out, his cock slashed at her. He pulled her ass cheeks apart so that her bright red asshole was upraised and open. He moved a forefinger in against it and violently shoved it up into her. He moaned with arousal and increased the force and speed of his strokes.
"Mmmmmmm, yeah, yeah, feel that, baby, feel that cock, Mom, that's your little son's cock jammed inside your pussy, do you realize that? Doesn't it feel good, Mom!"
He jammed his finger deeper inside her asshole and then screwed it back and forth, in and out of her. His face turned a bright red color as his passion flared. He gasped for breath. Spittle fell from the side of his mouth and he wiped his tongue across his lower lip.
Billy was sure watching all of this quite intently. He was staring at the woman's cunt, and watching as her son's cock slid in and out of it. It was making his own cock hard to watch it. He pulled his zipper down and fished out his cock. Billy had a long, thick piece of meat and he squeezed it tight. He gasped at the pleasure that flowed through him when he did it. He started stroking himself slowly and tightly as he watched his friend fucking his own mother. It was quite a sight. He told himself he had to make sure that he was the next one to go at her. He couldn't wait any longer, and certainly not for one of the other guys to fuck her before him.
"Wow, he's really giving it to his Mom, huh?" one of the other guys said with a laugh. "Yeah, man, that's it, shove that rod deep inside her cunt, and give it to her!"
Freddie waved and laughed and bounced. It was like he was riding a bucking bronco, with the crew hooting on the sides as he rode that naked bitch.
"Ohhh, that feels good, so good, yes, yes, yes, it's great, you can't believe it, yeah!"
"I can believe it, man, it looks real good. Yeah, I sure want a piece of that before we get going. Freddy decided it wasn't going to be enough just to fuck his mother in the cunt, he was going to screw her in that big asshole of hers. Yes, that would give the other guys a kick to watch him ass-fucking his own mother.
He slid his cock out of the clutching pussy. He heaved for breath. He had really exerted himself in that short time while he was fucking her in the cunt. He grabbed hold of his prick near the base and stroked it a few times. It couldn't really get any harder than it was. Sperm was drooling down over it and moistening his hand. That was a combination of his jism and his mother's pussy juices.
He placed the head of his cock against her asshole. He looked back at his buddies and winked. He concentrated on what he was doing then and shoved forward, lunging his cock up her asshole. He got in several inches on the first lunge and then eased his prick in the rest of the way. He groaned as the muscles in her anus squeezed on him. He groaned. He shoved up deeper inside her. It was good, it was very good. His cock was wet enough so that he lubricated her anal opening as he entered it. Then he was in all the way, his whole cock inside her undulating asshole.
"Ohhhh, God, that's good, that's so good, yes, yes, God, her asshole feels good, fellas!"
"I bet it does," Billy said quietly, watching closely as his friend's prick moved in and out of that big asshole.
He stroked back and forth, faster and faster, in and out of the quivering, squeezing anus. He pounded at her and each time he drove his cock into his mother's asshole he gasped and moaned as if in pain. He drew back slower now, savoring each moment as he withdrew his throbbing organ. He moved faster and faster, in and out, moving inexorably towards a climax. And then he stretched his head back and groaned loudly. He twisted his head and gasped. He slammed his cock into her ass and shot it full of sperm. He fell forward over her back. He lay there, breathing heavy for another minute, and then he climbed off of her. He heaved a sigh.
"Good, Freddy?" one of the guys said to him. "Did that feel good, shooting your come up your mother's ass?"
"Yeah, Yeah," he panted. "It was real good, real good," He let out a few deep sighs and then rolled off of his mother. She squirmed and twisted slightly. One of her eyes opened and she looked back for a moment and then closed the eye again. Freddy stared at her and shrugged. He climbed up and got off the bed. He slapped his mother's ass.
"Okay, who is gonna be next?" he said, standing up. "Which one of you guys would like to take her on next?"
All of them were ready, of course, but it was Billy who spoke up first. Yes, he definitely had to get his cock into that older woman's cunt and maybe shove his cock up her fat ass the way that Freddy had just done.
"Okay, Billy boy, you get on over here and get that cock of yours up and ready."
Billy did just that. He didn't need long to get ready for it. He climbed up onto the bed. When he was that close to the buxom woman, actually touching her flesh it sent a shiver down his spine. And his cock bobbed up higher and harder. It pulsed and bubbled with sperm. Billy's cock was enormous, especially for his size and age. It was quite an impressive tool. He wished that Freddy's mother was awake so she could see the prick he was going to use on her and could speak words of admiration to him about it.
He moved his hands back and forth over her back and then down to her ass. Her ass felt so good. It felt wonderful. He rolled his palms over the soft flesh of both cheeks. He spread both cheeks and looked into her pussy. It was bright pink and flecked with bits of white foam.
"Give it to her, fuck that woman, Billy, you can do it," one of the guys shouted at him and the others laughed.
But Freddy wasn't laughing. He was staring, watching the proceedings, getting a secret satisfaction out of watching his mother get fucked that the others couldn't understand at all. And he wasn't going to share it with them. It was going to stay his private satisfaction. As it was, just seeing Billy fondling his mother's ass and cunt was giving him another hard-on. He put his hand on it and massaged it at the sensitive tip. He moaned softly, his eyes focused on the action on the bed.
Billy was working his cock up inside the wet cunt now. He was glad that Freddy had chosen to come inside his mother's ass, so that the pussy was not all flooded with his jism and left it fairly hot and dry enough so that there was plenty of friction and stimulation as he slid his cock into her and dragged it back out, out to the very tip of his cock before shooting it back into her. He increased his speed and force, fucking in and out, back and forth, faster and faster.
"How do you like it, Billy? You like the feel of my mother's cunt, do you? Huh? Good, huh?" Freddy called to the boy as he fucked away at greater and greater speed.
Several times he thought he was going to come, but he paused and fought it off so he could continue his pleasure. In and out, his cock slammed through the woman. Mrs. Wilson moved beneath him. It startled him. It was almost as if a dead body was coming to life beneath him, he was so expecting the warm, female figure beneath him to stay still as he fucked it. But she squirmed and made a soft groaning noise. And then her head turned back and her eyes looked blearily up at him. It threw off Billy's timing for a moment. He glanced over at Freddy, wondering what he was going to think about this development. But Freddy just grinned excitedly and nodded encouragingly. Billy noticed that the boy's prick was starting to grow again. Freddy really got off on watching somebody fuck his Mom, Billy thought, and he wondered what he would feel about a similar situation with his own mother, whether he would be disgusted or excited and stimulated the way Freddy was.
But then he stopped thinking about that or anything and just responded to the pleasure as it built, stronger and stronger, flowing all through him. A tingling grew in to a rush of ecstatic pleasure, and then he knew it was over, and he stroked faster, as fast as he could, in and out of the warm cunt. And he saw Mrs. Wilson looking at him, staring at him, actually awake now, seeing what was happening, though it was obviously still confusing to her. But then she glanced over to see the others looking at her, including her own son who was watching her get fucked while he stroked his hard cock. And then her eyes closed and she moaned as Billy's prick caused her to feel pleasure. He stroked faster and faster, and suddenly she found herself coming. She stretched her head back and shivered from the wave of emotion that went through her.
"Fuck ... fuck me," she breathed softly, then gasped loudly. "Oh, oh, ohhhhhhh!"
Freddy's eyes grew larger and glazed as he saw his mother moving and heard her speak. He stroked his cock faster, faster. He shuddered. It was wonderful. He moved closer, so he could see her more clearly. She turned her face to him and their eyes met and she mouthed his name.
She raised her ass up to take even more of the other young boy's long hard thrusts up her pussy.
"Come on, come on," she grunted, loud enough for all of them in the room to hear, "Fuck me, fuck me, oooh, that's good, that feels so good, yes, yes, it does." Billy felt a wave of sexual pleasure stronger than any he had felt up till then. Yes, it was far more exiting to be fucking her while she was awake and enjoying it than when she was asleep and more like a dead body than a living one. He could feel her cunt muscles really going into action now, squeezing on his prick, milking it. He rammed away, getting closer, and closer, closer with every stroke.
"Ohhhhh, shit, that feels so good, so good," Billy mumbled. He didn't know if the woman was ready for it or not but he was about to let her have his full wad of come.
Freddy seemed to know it was almost over now. His whole body tensed. He stroked his own cock faster, and faster. He was ready to come but he was holding it back, trying hard to time it to when the other two came. And they were close, very close. He watched them, watched for an expression that would tell him he could relieve the pressure that was building all through him, building stronger and stronger. God, it was good. It was so very good in this way, watching her get her slut's cunt filled with his friend's cock as it had been to fuck her himself. Yes, fuck her, fuck her, Billy, fuck that whore's fat, wet, hot pussy! She loves it, she loves it!
And now his mother had turned her head so that she was staring at her son. Her nostrils flared. She licked at her fat, red lips and moaned loudly.
"Freddy, oh Freddy, look at your big cock," she said, seeing him jerking himself off at top speed.
"Ohhhhh! I'm coming!" Billy cried out then, and he jammed his cock deep inside her cunt and exploded.
"Mmmmmmmmmm! Ohhhhhh! Yes, yes, yes!" Mrs. Wilson moaned back at him. Her body nearly lifted up off the bed.
Billy scratched his nails along her sides, down to the soft smooth flesh of her ass cheeks. He shot a thick wad of jism up her pussy hole, and then another and another. He was gasping for breath as he did it to her.
Mrs. Wilson groaned as if in pain. Her body thrashed and she turned on her side. For the first time, Billy got a good glimpse of her tits. They were full and enormous, ending in thick, long, trembling nipples. He brought one hand up to them and scratched at the flesh. He tweaked one of her nipples. He rammed at her a few more times and then stopped, heaving for breath.
As this was happening, Freddy brought himself off. He squeezed his cock at the base as it reached the ejaculating point. The come shot out far and some of it actually landed on the bed, splashing on his mother's chest. She saw it, and closed her eyes, licking at her drooling lips and shaking her ass back at the young boy who was fucking her.
There was a quiet in the room after this storm. Then Billy climbed off of the woman and twisted away. He slid off the edge of the bed and stood up. He stood unsteadily, dizzy from the hot, exacting fuck he had just had.
Then Mrs. Wilson turned more onto her side. She let out a deep sigh. She put a hand on her hip and looked out at the group of boys staring at her, a group that included her own son. She reached over to the end table and got a cigarette and her lighter. After she had lit it and exhaled her first long drag she smiled at them through sleepy eyes.
"Okay, fellas, who's next?" she said with a sigh.
Billy and Freddy were in the park that evening. They were both high and horny and looking for some fun. The park was emptying out, and they were about to leave for greener pastures when they spotted a chick going down one of the lanes heading for the Orchard street exit.
It was too dark to see what she looked like from that distance, but she was a girl, pretty young, and that was good enough for the two of them.
They hurried through the trees to cut her off. As they got closer they could see she was a good-looking redhead. Now they knew they had to have her.
"If that boat house is still open," Freddy said, "We'll drag her in there and give it to her, okay?"
"Yeah, great, but hurry up, she's almost to the end of the lake now. Let's get her and let's get her good."
They rushed up on her before she could see what was happening. They glanced around to see if there were any cops around but they didn't see anyone. They grabbed her, Billy covering her mouth with his hand, while Freddy held her around the arms and waist and shoved her along.
They took her into the abandoned boathouse at the edge of the lake. They closed the door behind them. It was very dim in there, but just after they came in the park lights went on and the glow came through the broken windows on the roof of the house. They could see now that she was a very sexy dish. They were really lucky tonight.
Billy grabbed the girl around the waist and kissed her on the neck. She tried slapping him again, and again. She struggled but she was unable to push him away. Freddy came into the fray. Billy was holding her. Freddy then lifted up her skirt. She was wearing tight white panties on a voluptuous form, and nothing else. They both looked down at the plump mound of her pussy filling those tight panties.
"Yeah, she looks real good, real appetizing," Freddy said. "God, we're going to give it to that bitch but good! We'll fuck her till she begs for more of it."
"Yeah, that's right that's what we'll do to her, that's what we're going to do to this fucking bitch!"
Freddy pinched the girl's ass and rubbed his crotch against the firm, wide cheeks of that beautiful bottom.
"Shit, she's got a real nice ass, dig it, man," he said to his buddy as the two of them fondled her.
"Yeah, let's get those white panties off of her, right? I want to see her cunt now, and her round bush."
He ripped the garment down off her loins, exposing her creamy ass cheeks. She had a thick red Billy over her pussy. The two guys licked their lips as they looked at it. Freddy quickly stuck a couple of fingers into her cunt. He pushed them deep inside. His cock was growing hard as he toyed with her and roughed her up. She was very soft and round, a gorgeous girl and she was turning both of them on to the fullest extent. They rolled around to the window ledge, wedging tight against it. They held her back and Billy lifted both her legs into the air, spreading her crotch, making her pink pussy pop out at them. Her cunt was wet. It was glistening with a thick secretion. Freddy got up between her legs then. He unzipped his pants and took out his prick. It was already almost completely erect. It stiffened even more when he touched her flesh with it.
"Ohhhhhh! Let me go, let me go, please, please, don't do this to me, let go! Help! Police! Save me!" the girl cried hysterically. "Oh God, someone help me before it's too late!"
"Nobody's gonna help you, sister," Billy said, "and if you keep screaming like that it's going to be much worse for you, so why don't you cut it out right now. You get me? I mean now. So shut that screaming or you'll really be in trouble, big trouble."
Billy was very excited now. He was breathing rapidly through his wide-open mouth, and his heart was beating fast. He loved the excitement of a rape. It was like hunting big game, but when you caught this particular prey it was so much more pleasurable to fuck her than blast her with a rifle or something. He held his throbbing cock in his hand, and rubbed the head up and down against the girl's quivering cunt lips. The girl moaned and gasped, but she was obviously afraid to scream any more.
Billy attacked her cunt more vigorously. He was determined to get a reaction out of her other than the negative one she was exhibiting. And sure enough, as he pushed and poked and rubbed at her cunt, he made her start to squirm and moan with something akin to pleasure. She closed her eyes and he saw her licking at her lips. She had been struggling violently for a while, but now she was more subdued, moving only in a kind of rhythm to their attack.
"Give it to her, give it to her," Freddy barked. "Stick your dick into her, shove it in deep inside her fucking pussy, go on and do it, dammit! Show this bitch we mean business. I bet she wants it, anyway. Listen to her moaning."
"I'm going to give it to her, alright," Billy said. "Don't you worry about that, I'll give it to her proper."
Billy moved his cock up, against her and screwed around in circles, slowly pushing more and more of his cock into her quivering hole. And then he jerked his cock forward with a sudden force that took her by surprise. He shoved his whole long cock right up into her cunt.
"Ahhhh!" the girl moaned, throwing her head back as if in agony but actually with a feeling of great pleasure rushing through her whole body. "Nnnnnn! My cunt!" she cried out.
"Shit, she really digs it, Billy! Hoa, she loves that big cock of yours, she really does!"
The girl tried to pull her hips back from Billy, trying to lift herself off the cock he was stabbing into her. But Billy pursued her, thrusting up inside again, filling her with cock once more and making her groan again.
She gave up trying to get away from him. She whimpered and tossed her head about from side to side. Her cunt was loving every sexual thrust of Billy's cock now. It bubbled with juice, coating his big dick as it moved in and out, back and forth, with a steady, building rhythm. He lunged up to his root and then withdrew, out till only a couple of inches were still between the jaws of her cunt. Then he jammed back inside her, into the back of her cunt and made them both gasp.
"She's loving it, she's really loving it! Yeah, she likes the feel of that big cock, she sure does, man! Look at her squirming there; look at her going out of her mind! Shit, that's really good, look at that, will you!"
"Yeah, and she isn't the only one who is liking it, I can tell you that!" Billy said. "Shit, that cunt feels so good, so good, ohhhh, yeah, yeah, too much!"
The girl's head tossed from side to side. Her tongue licked wildly at her lips and saliva fell down her chin. She groaned repeatedly as the cock plowed through her.
"Faster, man," Freddy said. "Come on, fuck that chick and come. We haven't got all day, man, we haven't got all day, screw her so I can get in there, too!"
"Yeah, yeah, I'll hurry, don't worry about it. I'm almost there, almost there," said Billy.
"Ohhhhh!" the girl groaned again. She couldn't control herself. The feelings were too strong for her to hold back anything now. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer and tighter.
Billy started pumping faster and faster. The girl moaned with every thrust of the big cock slamming into her pussy. Both young men were amazed at the intensity of the girl's reaction.
"This girl is too much, too much," Billy groaned, holding her at the waist as he fucked her, watching her contorted face. She was overheating. She was being pushed to a peak of pleasure. She couldn't disguise it now no matter how much she might want to. And it didn't really seem to matter to her now.
Freddy was watching all of this and getting more and more frustrated, seeing his friend getting all the action. He knew he would get his turn, but that wasn't coming soon enough. And there was no real reason for him to have to wait all that long, since there was another hole open to him even while Billy was fucking her cunt.
He got them to be in position so that he had access to her anus. He admired the pouting red hole. He put his finger against it. He felt her stiffen as he touched her there. Perhaps she already knew what was in store for her. Freddy smiled. This was going to be good. They would both fuck her at the same time. It was something, in all of the gang rapes they had pulled off, that they had never done before. There would have to be a special excitement about two guys fucking the same girl at the same time.
Freddy whipped his cock up into a standing position. He gripped it near the base and stroked it a few times as he watched the girl and Billy fucking away, and kept his eyes on that asshole of the girl's which contorted and opened wide as she struggled over Billy's big, pounding dick.
She was straddling Billy and actually doing her own bit in the fuck. She was bouncing animatedly over his cock, and groaning and moaning and tossing her head about. Her tongue hung out of her head for long moments at a time and she gasped and drooled. Her passion was mounting to a breaking point by now. She was ready to explode as she ground her pussy down on Billy's thick rod, her asshole would open wide. Freddy gazed at it excitedly. He was about to go in there.
Freddy moved up. He spread her cheeks even wider than they were. Even now, with it spread and gaping the asshole didn't look big enough to accommodate Freddy's big, throbbing prick. But he wasn't interested in how comfortable it would be for the girl, only in how pleasurable it would be for him. And he knew it would be pleasurable. He loved fucking chicks in the asshole. There was something about the struggle to get in there, and the way it usually caused the chick pain, that he really enjoyed more than the conventional and less painful cunt fucking.
He held onto her ass with one hand, trying to steady her for a moment while he made the insertion. Her passion was flaring and she was jumping about as Billy fucked her. But Freddy steadied her for long enough to press the head of his prick up against her squirming, puckered red asshole.
She still jumped away from him once or twice, but he pushed in tighter and shoved an inch of prick up her anus. She contorted and moaned in pain as he did it. He had definitely taken her by surprise with this attack.
He pushed his cock in, shoving up hard against her. He pushed in, harder, straining now. And the girl was straining, too. She was in pain from his insertion, that was for sure. She was groaning and telling him to stop.
"Ohhhhh, that hurts, it hurts, stop it, stop it, you bastards, I'll kill you, I'll kill you! Oh, God, stop that, stop that, my asshole, my asshole, it hurts, do you hear me? Owwwwww, you're hurting me, hurting me!"
"Tough shit, baby. That'll teach you not to walk through the park at night," Freddy grunted, shoving another inch up her asshole, gritting his teeth and concentrating, putting all of his energies behind each thrust.
At last, when he was almost completely inside her ass, the girl began to relent from her struggling. She had soon stopped her groaning and cries of pain and replaced them with sighs and moans of pleasure. Yes, she was now enjoying having the two cocks inside her at once; one thrusting rhythmically and quickly in and out of her drooling, quivering cunt, while the other one methodically squeezed in and out of her asshole. She quickly began hitting a climactic high.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, yes, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck my cunt! Nnnnnnn! yes, yes, yes, that's good, that's good, fuck my cunt and fuck my ass! Ohhhhh, so good, so good, yes, yes, it feels so fucking good like that!"
The two guys glanced at each other and laughed with surprise. They hadn't expected her to react quite this enthusiastically. They were sparked to fuck her with even more intensity now that she was enjoying it. It served almost as a challenge for them now.
"She loves it, the bitch really loves it, Billy? Do you believe this? Shit, we really picked a live one this time, yes we did, a real fucking live one. Go, baby, go, roll that round ass around, yeah, drive it down on my cock, fill your sweet asshole with prick meat ... ohhhhh, yeah, doesn't that feel good, baby, doesn't that feel real good?"
"Ahhhhhhhh!" the girl screamed back at him, climaxing wildly as the two cocks drilled her pussy and anus. "Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me, mmmmmm, that's so good, my asshole and my cunt filled with pricks, mmmmm! Yes, yes, yes, mmmmmm, that's so good! Fuck me, don't stop, no, no, not yet, fuck those thick cocks into me, fuck them deep inside my cunt and asshole! Ahhhhhhh! I'm coming, nnnnn, yes, yes, yes, coming!"
Freddy continued to pump through the girl's squirming squeezing asshole. In and out, in and out, pounding away at her. The girl was coming wildly. Now it was Freddy who was in pain from the ass fucking, as the girl's sphincter contracted like a noose around his cock, tighter and tighter. But he tried not to let it bother him as he fucked away towards a climax, faster, and faster, in and out of her, back and forth, fucking in and out, back and forth, getting closer and closer to his climax. And from the sounds Billy was making, he could tell that he was close, too.
They scraped along the window, the three of them awkwardly fucking together, coming or nearly coming.
Billy was fucking away like a madman. He jammed in, thrust out, feeling the pleasure rushing all through him, coming up stronger, rushing now, more and more. He thrust in and out through her pussy, feeling her coating his rod with juice, more and more as he fucked through her.
Freddy increased his strokes, wanting to catch up with his buddy, Faster, faster, he pumped through the redheaded girl's asshole. It clutched at him like it was going to rip the head right off his cock. He slammed inside and then started to shoot his load. Billy was filling the girl's cunt with juice at the very same time, slamming into her and bursting hot liquid. And the girl was coming too.
'Ohhhhhhhhhh, that's so good, yes, yes, yes, come, mmmmmmm, your warm juices, mmmm, they're so good, so good, ohhhhh, I'm coming, coming!"
The girl cried and whimpered and shook all over, an intense, spasmodic motion rippling through her orgasmic body. Her cunt burned and churned around the one cock while her sphincter squeezed tighter and tighter on the other.
"Baby, you're too much ... shit, man, this chick is really something. The wildest I've ever fucked," Freddy said, and he wasn't kidding. The way she squeezed and twisted around his cock that he had impelled deep inside her asshole, nearly made him into a eunuch. He had to move quickly in connection with her movements so that she didn't twist his cock off.
Everyone continued to jump and lurch, fucking away as they came. And then they were all finished. Panting and heaving, they slowly moved apart. Billy's cock slid out of the girl's quivering pussy hole. Freddy's cock was more tightly wedged up the girl's anus. He pulled it back and lurched away from her. He sighed, wiping sweat from his brow.
"That was pretty good, huh, Billy?" Freddy said to his friend, with a satisfied chuckle.
Billy sighed deeply. He nodded his head. "Yeah, man, real good. We really picked one this time."
They both glanced at the girl. She was leaning against the wall, a hand on her chest as she continued to pant, trying to catch her breath after such strong exertions. She put another hand between her legs, gently touching her pussy lips. She slid a finger into her cunt, the touch making her close her eyes and sigh deeply. She had obviously enjoyed the rape as much as her twin rapists had.
In another minute, while the two guys were putting their dripping cocks away, self-consciousness set in on the girl and she again realized her position. Neither of the guys was looking at her. They must have felt that she was no longer a risk since they had given her so much pleasure a few minutes earlier. But they were taking a little too much for granted. She saw that they weren't watching her at the moment and she saw her chance to get away before they might get some new ideas about her. This double-headed fuck had turned out to be more pleasurable than she expected, but she was coming back to her senses and figured she was not going to take any chances. The fact that they hadn't done anything but rape her was no guarantee of safety. They might still have it in mind to kill her or mutilate her or something. She knew what these drug-addicted hooligans did to girls like her. And she wasn't going to risk it for the possibility that they might all of a sudden turn into gentlemen now that they had gotten their rocks off. Not if she saw a chance to get away, which was just what she saw in front of her.
She glanced over at them one more time and saw that they were both paying no attention to her at the moment.
There was a broken, open window towards the back of the boathouse. The glass seemed to have been completely cleaned out of it so that she didn't have to worry about getting cut as she made her break for it. She glanced at the two guys again. They seemed about ready to turn their attention back to her so she knew it was time to make a move. It might be her only chance to get away from them. Even if they were going to do her no more harm, they might be afraid of her calling the police after them so they would probably, at the very least, tie her up in there, and that would be horrible in itself. She imagined there were probably packs of rats that ran around the old boathouse during the night. That thought was enough to give her courage for the mad dash to the window.
She bolted suddenly, taking the two guys by surprise. Billy shouted to her and ran after her. She was already going through the window. He reached through the window for her but she jumped away. Her skirt was still up and her beautiful, creamy round ass was sticking out as she ran.
"Goddammit, she's getting away," Billy yelled back to his friend, who was only then catching up.
"Go after her, go after her, man! Shit, I want to fuck that bitch once more, I tell you," Freddy shouted.
"Ah, forget her," said Billy. "But let's get out of here. She'll have the cops looking for us, and besides, it's getting late, and it's very dangerous to be in this park after dark, you know."
Chapter 2
Cindy was a gorgeous blonde of sixteen years. She lived in the quiet suburban village of Millville. She lived in a big house on Vagabond Lane that she shared with her mother, her brother Billy who was a year younger than her, and with her stepfather, George. Cindy had gone through a great deal of conflict with her mother since the divorce a year earlier, and the conflict intensified almost to the breaking point when her mother began dating the much younger George, and then after only a month's courtship, married the dashing used vacuum cleaner salesman. Mother and daughter had argued vehemently about the marriage. Cindy felt her mother was betraying her father. Esther, the mother verbalized all of the hatred she had been feeling for her first husband, and this only made things worse between the two females.
Cindy refused to go to the simple wedding ceremony. She studiously ignored her new stepfather for the first weeks of the marriage. Esther was too consumed in her young husband to even notice her daughter's obnoxious behavior.
Gradually, as these things happen, Cindy's wrath lessened, or so it seemed, and she began to get along with the new member of the family, and made peace with her mother.
George himself was surprised at just how friendly she became in such a short time span. But he wasn't complaining. He knew the girl could be a sweetheart when she wanted to be, and she was breathtaking to look at, so who wouldn't want to get along with her on the best possible terms?
George figured he was probably imagining things, but a couple of times lately he could swear that she was coming on to him. He wondered what he would do under such circumstances. She was a fucking hot chick, and there was no doubt about that. He loved fucking his new wife, Esther. Even though she was nearly a decade older than him she still had a terrific body, with those big, full tits that he loved to suck, and that round ass which felt so nice when he grabbed it and squeezed those fat, soft cheeks. He loved to open her ass and slide the side of his hand back and forth along her hairy crotch, rubbing at her cunt meat and her puckered round asshole. She was a great fuck, about the best he'd ever had. And he had had a lot. He felt like he had spent ninety per cent of his adult life sliding his cock in and out of one cunt or asshole or another. But now that was all behind him. He was settling down. No more sowing the wild oats. He had hooked a woman with a big bank account and a nice big house. And if she happened to kick the bucket early he had made sure that he was well taken care of for life if he played his cards right.
But with all of that said, he couldn't deny the effect that his stepdaughter had on him. Having her around really kept him in a tizzy. But so far it was all kept safely in check. Nothing for him to worry about, feel guilty about. Not that he would feel all that guilty, but he knew that if he went ahead and tried something and risked the girl rejecting him and squealing to her mother. No, he wouldn't jeopardize his meal ticket like that. The used vacuum cleaner game was not exactly lighting up the skies and he didn't have any other job prospects on hand. He had tried a little of everything, actually and nothing seemed to suit him, nothing seemed to be just right for him. He couldn't find his niche in life, and now that he was getting into his thirties he was ready to find some security. He figured he had found it with Esther. She seemed to adore him. She would do anything for him, it seemed anything under the sun. He had an unlimited expense account though of course it was not referred to in that sort of mercenary term. But he did avail himself of the chance to buy all the clothes he wanted and to drink and eat in a way that he wanted to become accustomed to. And he had explained to his wife that he really needed a new car to replace that three year old Buick that he had been driving around in. She fully understood that a new Alfa Romeo would suit his needs much better. He was bored with it after a week and started hinting about the Mercedes convertible that he saw in a showroom window. He wouldn't get it this week but maybe at the end of next week. Yes, that would be enough time. Esther, shouldn't see anything wrong with writing a check for twelve thousand dollars.
Yes, George definitely had it made and if he had any sense he would not do anything to rock the boat. But he found his stepdaughter pretty irresistible with her blonde hair and her big round tits and wide, round ass that she always seemed to be showing off with the things that she wore. She was a definite tease, but he didn't know if she did it just with him or if she did it all the time, with everybody. He wanted to know that. He wanted to know a lot of things about her, intimate things, like for instance what color her pussy hair was, whether it was the same color as her hair on her head. God, he thought, what a turn on that would be, to see a thick golden bush between the shapely legs of his stepdaughter. She had to have a gorgeous, incredible cunt and whenever she was around him he found himself speculating as to what she looked like, how she would be to fuck and if she was the horny type and very responsive to his touches and caresses and the ultimate motions with his cock inside there.
Esther was the horniest forty-year-old he had ever met. She certainly did love to fuck. He sometimes thought that she married him simply because he was good in bed. It was true, anyway, he was good in bed. He could fuck long and hard, and his cock was a sizable instrument that brought plenty of pleasure to a woman the moment it entered her pussy hole. Esther would start moaning and shaking as he would slide it into her, inch after inch of his hot, thick throbbing meat. She would love it. She would moan words of adoration and love and urge him to shove more and more of his throbbing prick into her. Each inch provoked a new wave of passion. She was almost too much for him to handle. But he loved it. It really thrilled him to see a woman so turned on by him.
Esther was out visiting one of her girlfriends this day when George was sitting in the den working on one of his used vacuum cleaners. Every since he had started selling the things they had become something of a hobby for him, something he could do to unwind when there was nothing else for him to do. Esther had quietly insisted that he keep the little shop he had been running when they met. He didn't see the need for it since he had been making very little money selling his reconditioned vacuum cleaners. But she was well aware of the sort of things people said, and she didn't want to be known to be keeping her husband on her own income. It was bad enough as it was, with all the people making comments about the fact that George was much younger than Esther. One woman she knew slightly from the bridge club had jokingly said that George was a more likely match for her daughter than for her. It was a very nasty thing to say, Esther thought, but she couldn't say anything for fear that people would suspect her of being overly sensitive on the subject.
So George had to keep up the pretense of being in business. And in fact he did sell a used vacuum cleaner from time to time when a customer was lucky enough to find him in and the shop open. But most of the time George preferred to stay at home and relax or watch television or go out to a bar or somewhere. He loved it when his wife went out for the day as she did today. That gave him time to himself, time to think without being on guard that he would do something wrong and jeopardize his meal ticket.
On this particular day he was daydreaming and fiddling with one of his aged cleaners when his stepdaughter came into the house. She had been out shopping or something. He was never able to keep good tabs on her, and he was afraid to show too much interest. The couple of times when he did seemed to strike a sour note with his sensitive wife. And he didn't get much chance to talk to the girl herself because she was always flitting about at one thing or another. She went out with a series of boys as George understood it. He wanted to know about her private life but he couldn't be too inquisitive. He had to watch out because his wife was a very jealous sort, and seemed to resent her daughter in certain ways. Esther acted aggravated by her daughter's social outings, making a comment or two to the effect that the girl was too wild and was out of control.
"But I've done all I can do with her, God only knows," she had said to him. "So if she wants to screw around, pardon the expression, darling, then I suppose it's out of my hands now. I can't watch her every minute. She's too old for that sort of nonsense now, I figure."
George acted sympathetic to her point of view, though in actuality he was feeling a strong current of jealousy. He envied those nameless boys her own age she went out with and who got to toy with her gorgeous, nubile body. He had long ago realized that he wanted to do what they were doing. But God help him, he knew, if Esther should find out about any of that. But she wouldn't would she? he thought. There was no reason for her to find out since there was nothing he could do about it. His stepdaughter didn't seem to really notice that he existed, let alone quietly lusted after her. She was certainly more friendly these days than she had been when he first started pursuing her mother. But it didn't look to be the start of any great friendship, that was for sure. And it was a shame. He would very much have liked her to be as friendly and relaxed with him as she could possibly be. It would be lots of fun, he felt, to be on warm, intimate terms with that luscious teenager. Yes indeed.
All his senses pricked now when he heard the door slam and realized that it was his tempting blonde stepdaughter who had entered the house. The two of them were alone together. It thrilled him to think of it. He laughed as he realized that his heart was beating faster than normal. It was ridiculous. He felt like a child, reacting in such a way. But that was what the young bitch did to him, with her teasing movements, her provocative dress, everything guaranteed to get a hard-on out of any man who happened to cross her path.
God, how he wanted to put his hands on her body. The cock-teasing bitch. He wanted to put more than his hands on her, too. He wanted to touch her with his cock, slap the hard throbbing tool against her and shove it deep inside her pussy. Ha. That might make Esther a little uptight, he supposed. But it might almost be worth it. It might almost be worth losing the cars and the home and the spending money and the fancy clothes if he could get a crack at that teenaged pussy. He closed his eyes and breathed a sigh. Then he shook his head. This was silly, to spend his time thinking such thoughts. They didn't add up to anything but a sense of anxiety. After all, he wasn't going to rape the sexy teenager and that was the only way he was going to get into her pants, wasn't it? Of course it was, he told himself. After all, she had only recently started talking to him, and that was a major concession on her part from her previous behavior.
No, let's not think about young Cindy, he told himself. That could only lead to trouble.
But even as he was putting the girl out of his mind, she came to him in the flesh. He coughed and sputtered as he saw that vision of jailbait loveliness incarnate a few feet away from him. She was wearing a halter-top that excitingly exhibited her full, round young titties. Below that she was wearing shocking pink jeans that clung tightly to her ripe, full figure, those shapely legs and that high, wide ass. She was holding a couple of packages under one arm.
He cleared his throat and had trouble finding his voice. She had really taken him by surprise. God, she was sexy, he was thinking as he looked at her. He could see her nipples poking out tautly against her halter-top. The breasts were so ripe and plump that they jiggled from side to side at her every breath. It was almost too much for him to stand. He took a deep breath, slowly let it out, and then smiled at her. Mustn't lose control of myself, he told himself. No matter how sexy she might look it wasn't for him. He was her stepfather, and he didn't even know for sure if she liked him.
"Hello, George," she said to him. There was a strange irritating, almost mocking tone to her voice. "How are you doing today, George." She put her free hand on her hip. Her ass was jutted to one side and it was a very provocative stance, at least for George whose mind was running in that direction. She oozed sex from every pore. He closed his eyes for a moment to try and control himself and get his mind off of the line of thought it was starting to follow. "I did say hello, now, didn't I?" she said, increasing the mocking element in her tone of voice.
"Oh ... yeah. Hi, how are you, Cindy. Um, good to see you. Been out, uh, shopping, have you? Bought some things, did you?" he said to her. He couldn't think of anything else to say. She had surprised him, and then seeing her in the flesh, and what flesh, had made his mind turn to Jello.
Cindy looked at him smugly. Even at her tender age she had already developed the contemptuous arrogance that comes to those blessed females born with a cunt like a talisman, that will get them anything they want. She glanced down to see that her nipples were sprouting tautly against her halter. A slight smile formed on her lips. She was well aware of the impression she was making on her stepfather. She had been thinking about doing something like this for a while, but for one reason or another she had put it off or not been able to try it. But now the circumstances seemed ideal for her little game.
Look at him, she said to herself. He doesn't know what to do. He looks as if he'll come or piss in his pants if I make one more movement. Should I see if it's true? Should I just wiggle my round little bottom a bit, or perhaps graze my hand up over my crotch. It would have to be pretty funny too much for me to take. He looks like he's in pain poor dear. I wonder if he gets all out of sorts like this when he looks at my mother? Cindy wondered, chuckling softly as she stood there in front of him.
"I'm okay," she finally replied to him. "Yeah, I've been out shopping. I went with my friend Bonnie. Did you ever meet her? She's the big redhead. She's got really big tits, you'd probably like her, George."
George coughed in surprise. What a provocative thing to say. And what the hell did she mean by it, anyway? he wanted to know. It sounded like she thought of him as some sort of lech, or at best a tit fetishist. And, anyway, why on earth was she talking to him like that? They had never exchanged dialogue like this in their previous abrupt talks. Why was she being so open and "Adult" with him at this time? It was a good question, but he didn't know how to get an answer, except by waiting and seeing what she was up to. Maybe she was trying to trap him. That was a possibility. He was tempted to get friendly and flirty with her, as she seemed to be doing with him now, but it might be just a trap. He knew that she had originally been quite virulently opposed to his marrying her mother. It didn't seem likely that she could have gotten rid of all that intense antagonism this soon. He had to be careful. He didn't want to do anything that she could use against him to her mother. He felt he had Esther's trust to a certain extent but he did have to be careful not to make her suspicious. She was a trifle self-conscious about their differences in age, he knew, and would be on the lookout for younger women trying to come on to him when they would be out to dinner or somewhere. At times like that, when she felt threatened, especially if she suspected him of being an accomplice in the other woman's flirtation with him. And she was on occasion jealous of her daughter. Oh yes, playing with Cindy was playing with fire, he knew. But with all of that clear in his mind he still couldn't take his eyes off of her, and couldn't help but respond physically to the physical gestures she was making.
He had a hand around the handle of the vacuum cleaner he'd been looking at, and he found that he was gripping it so hard just now that his knuckles had all gone white. He loosened his grip and put his hand down on his knee.
Cindy took a step towards him and reached out for the vacuum cleaner, needlessly taking hold of the handle where he had been clutching it. She caressed the phallic shape and flicked the tip of her index finger over the very tip of the handle. She smirked and then stepped back.
"You've been playing with your vacuum cleaners again, George?" she said to him with another little chuckle.
"Just making sure they're all ready to go into the shop and be sold, that's all," he said, defensively. He got the impression she was making fun of him. George himself knew that he was a failure in every endeavor he had ever tried, including the current reconditioned electrical appliance bit. He knew it, but he didn't like other people getting wise to the fact, and he certainly didn't like them trying to make fun of him about it. That was one thing he couldn't deal with. George had his pride and plenty of it.
Cindy regarded him thoughtfully for half a minute. George stared back at her, trying to keep from wilting under her gaze. She was a very unnerving kid for her age, he was thinking. And then be kept thinking again and again, God, how I would like to fuck that hot, round ass of hers, jam my cock right through those tight pink pants.
"Well," she said, finally, "aren't you going to ask me what I bought? Aren't you interested in what I do, George? The stuff I like, you know? I thought we were starting to get to know each other better, maybe."
George cleared his throat and said, "Yes, of course, of course I'm interested in what you do." He was once again taken by surprise by what she said. He didn't expect that she would be asking him to be more friendly and sociable towards her. It had been the other way around most of the time. She had been the one acting unfriendly most of the time in the past. He had just been going along with the flow, trying not to cause any more interfamilial problems than already existed between the mother and daughter. He didn't even think that could help his cause in the long run, even if his wife did take his side up till now. He was smart enough to know that any mother, no matter how much she was in competition with her daughter, would sooner or later want that daughter's affection back, and he was determined not to be the divisive force when that time came. But this was a new and unexpected development. Why was Cindy all of a sudden acting like they were such good friends, she and her stepfather?
"So, uh, what did you buy while you were out shopping with your friend with the, uh ..."
"The one with the big tits?" Cindy laughed. "Bonnie, yeah, I bought some really neat things, something for the summer and this and that. Would you really like to see what I bought?" she asked her stepfather.
"Sure, sure I would. I said I would, didn't I?" He was trying to regain his cool. She had put him off, but he didn't want to stay in that position. After all, wasn't he the man of the house? Wasn't he the one who was supposed to be respected and all of that sort of stuff that went with the territory? He might be sponging off of his wife for the most part, might not be much more than a suburban gigolo in reality but he was still a man and had his pride and wanted to make sure that he didn't put himself in the wrong light. He wasn't going to become a thing of ridicule no matter how. No way. And if the two bitches that he shared this house with thought that one way or another they were going to tell him what to do they were damned well mistaken. He would show the both of them that he was a man and that meant he was the one who gave orders and decided what went down in the house. Now all he had to do was figure out how he was going to break it to his wife without incurring her wrath. And this stepdaughter with the mocking smile, just how the hell was he going to deal with her now? Well, for the moment he would play it by ear. He'd see what the fuck she bought on her shopping trip, though he wasn't in the least interested in seeing some new platform shoes or a pair of earrings or whatever she bought. But if she was going to be friendly, even in her slightly suspect way, then he couldn't do anything to upset the boat. He would go along with it and watch and see what gave. Maybe it was an honest, authentic attempt to make friends with him once and for all. He felt guilty at that thought. He considered all of his nasty thoughts about her, the lust he undeniably felt for her. That wouldn't fit in too well with a warm, friendly stepfather-daughter relationship.
Or did it? He stared at that ripe young figure once more. Her tits and ass seemed ready to burst through the tight material of her halter and jeans. And he wished they would. He wished she would be standing there in front of him with the tits hanging right out in his face, with the ass cheeks on display for him to kiss and bite and lick.
He shuddered from a wave of lust that went through him. He looked down at his pants and gulped, seeing that he had grown a hard-on and it was throbbing noticeably.
He wondered if the girl could see it, and if she could, what she would think of it. Would it register in her mind that he was lusting for her? He hoped not. But then again, if she saw it, and realized what it meant, and maybe had the same feelings, then ... no, he knew that it was stupid to speculate like that. It would only lead to trouble.
Friends. That's what they should be, just friends. They would have a warm, loving relationship. He might one day be like a real father to her, in fact.
Oh, bullshit, he thought to himself as he gazed again at her voluptuous teenaged form.
She glanced at him thoughtfully again, chewed on one lip, and then nodded her head.
"Okay, George, let me show you what I got ... oh, I guess I'll show you what I bought to wear this summer. Yeah, gosh that will be fun. You can tell me what you think of it. I thought it was really great and maybe you will, too."
"Um, yeah, maybe." George said, wondering what it might be that she was going to show him.
She put her packages down on the chair nearby. She pulled one out of the pile and took it apart. She lifted up what looked like two black rags. George saw that they were the bra and panties of a bikini.
There was not much material there, and his pulse rate immediately increased at the thought of seeing her in such a revealing outfit. But he was underestimating his treat. She was about to let him see her attired in even less than the skimpy black bathing suit.
She smiled at him and put her hands on the clasp of her pink jeans. She opened them and dragged the zipper down. Light blue panties were revealed underneath. She kicked off her shoes and then began to peel down the skintight jeans.
George held his breath as the jeans moved down along her creamy thighs. She pulled them off and tossed them on a chair. She stood there for a moment in her halter and panties, glancing at him and smiling strangely. But George was to enthralled by the unexpected sight of the gorgeous girl in her tight blue panties to notice any trace of slyness on her lips. He licked his own and watched the crotch of those panties, taking in every detail of the plump curve of her mound, the gentle puffiness of her bush beneath that smooth nylon. He gulped and his nostrils flared violently. He didn't blink for long moments at a time.
But this was only the beginning. The hint of pussy he was seeing in the plump juncture of her legs at the crotch of her panties was soon replaced by the real thing in living, breathing color. This was not going to be any half-assed strip, but total and uninhabited.
The girl couldn't hold back a giggle as she removed her halter-top. She took a deep breath as she moved it away from her tits, letting the wide, round, plump mounds of flesh rise and fall. They swelled to left and right. She looked down at them at the saucer-like roseates and the nipples. The scarlet nipples that were taut and pointy like two stiffened fingers. They were beautiful breasts.
"God," George muttered. He licked his lips and felt sweat beading on his brow as he took in the glorious sight. His wife, her mother, had tits about the same size, but these were creamier, more buoyant. Gorgeous.
And she wasn't through, of course. She hooked her fingers under the waistband of her blue panties and slowly dragged them down off her hips. She uncovered a fluffy blonde bush. George's eyes began to water. Inch after inch of golden hair was revealed and then the cleft of her cunt itself. She dragged the panties down along her thighs and slid them off her feet. She stood with legs parted, which let him see more clearly the taut tops of her cunt lips. She glanced at him to make sure he was watching her closely. She held the panties by her fingertips and turfed to the chair to place them with her jeans, letting him have a good look at her firm, wide round ass in the process. George was too enthralled by the spectacle to question whether it was an accident or on purpose how the girl dropped the panties on the floor before she could place them on the chair and thus had to bend way over to pick them up, her ass facing her stepfather. As she bent over, her cheeks spread far apart and she revealed her hairy cunt, the pink meat and the blond curls, and her bright red, puckered asshole. She paused when she reached the panties and looked back between her legs gazing straight back at her stepfather who was staring into her gaping pink cunt and pouting anus.
George didn't see her looking at him for a moment. Then their eyes met. He was taken aback. His heart seemed to have floated up to the back of his mouth. He shuddered and coughed. They stared at each other. She looked back boldly, her tongue lightly touching her upper lip.
Then she slid a hand up along her left thigh, grazing the creamy smooth flesh and reaching up to her pussy, touching the golden hairs and then the gleaming pink meat.
She murmured softly and sighed. "Gosh, I got so, uh, sweaty, wearing those tight jeans all morning."
"Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ," he moaned as he watched her. It was a fantasy come to life. He stared hard into that gleaming cunt and the winking cyclopean eye of her asshole. And he stared at the surrounding blonde hairs, the golden fleece that outlined the incredible pink meat within.
Cindy's middle finger slid into her pussy hole. She pushed in slowly but inexorably. She let her juices drool around the finger before she slowly drew it out again.
"Mmmm ... gosh," she giggled. "I lost track of what I was doing, I guess." She tossed the panties onto the chair and straightened up again. She looked back at him over her shoulder. He was staring at the ripe roundness of her ass. She grabbed her cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing her red, round asshole and the edges of her drooling cunt. George stared and licked his lips. God, what a sight, he was thinking through his clouded brain. He blinked only intermittently ... He didn't want to miss a moment of this incredible, unexpected event. There she was, the girl of his fantasies ever since he had become involved with this family. Every time she had bounced by him, with her big tits moving around inside her blouse, he had lusted for her. And after a while, figuring that it could only be a fantasy, he had left it at that, not wanting to pursue anything that would lead to trouble. It would have to be enough to just think about that hot blond teenager while he was fucking her mother. But now he was going to have more than that. Look at that cunt, he thought. And she's wet, her cunt is sopping wet, you can see the drool on it, dripping off the damned lips. And she was winking her asshole at him at the same time. And then touching herself, dipping her finger into her quivering pussy hole.
"Let me show you how the bathing suit looks now, George," she said to him, acting for all the world like nothing special was going on, like she hadn't made him feel like he was suddenly in the middle of a fucking earthquake.
George realized that he was in a tricky situation. He still had to hold back and watch what was happening. He couldn't take any drastic action. It might be a trick, or just a loosening up on her part that wasn't supposed to be taken too seriously. He wanted to rush over there and jam his prick right up her cunt hole, but it was too soon. He had to see just what precisely the girl had in mind.
Now the gorgeous young chick put her brief bikini on. Her cunt spread wide apart as she stepped into the bottoms. She pulled them up and let them snap against her plump ass cheeks. She shook her big titties in her stepfather's direction. She touched the erect nipples with her thumbs and giggled, touching her upper lip with her tongue again. Then she went on to put the bra of her bikini on.
"Well, what do you think?" she said to her stepfather, modeling the suit, turning left and right, jutting her hips to one side and then another. "Isn't gorgeous? It was kind of expensive, but I think it's worth it. And Mom can afford it as we both know, right, George?"
George gulped. He was speechless. But he was beginning to think more clearly now. He was starting to figure out what move to make. His cock was throbbing so hard that it was becoming painful to him.
She moved even closer to him, leaning over so that her creamy cleavage nearly engulfed him.
"Well, do you like it, George?" she said to him, shaking her titties from side to side and chuckling.
"Y-yeah," he said, tonelessly, grinding his teeth back and forth, his eyes slipping from her face down to the big, smooth, plump tits that were swaying so close.
"Good. Now I'll show you what else I bought. Just let me get out of this thing," she said, and with that quickly unhooked the bra. The top fell forward at George's face.
He swiped it away and glared at the girl. His mouth opened as if he were about to say something. Cindy stared back at him, expectantly, waiting to see what he would do. Her tits hung out brazenly just a few inches from his mouth. The long, thick nipples seemed to be pointing straight at his lips. When George did nothing, the girl gave a contemptuous chuckle and slid the bikini pants down, exposing her blonde bush to his close examination.
George sucked in a breath, his eyes immediately focusing on the tangle of golden curls covering her cunt.
That's all, dammit, he thought, a wave of desire almost like an electric shock passing through his body.
He didn't care about the risk now. He wasn't worried if this would lead to the end of his gravy train. All he knew now was that he was going to give it to this teasing, brazen, mocking bitch standing before him, his own stepdaughter.
"Come here, bitch," he cried, grabbing for her. His hands took hold of her tits and pulled her forward.
She let out a cry of surprise as his nails dug into the tender flesh of her big breasts. She lost her balance and fell right into his arms. She felt his panting breath fan her left ear and then her face as he moved her head close up in front of him. His breath smelled of salami and onions. What a turn-on! He snarled at her like a rabid Basset hound.
He pressed his lips against hers. He bit at her. He kissed her again and again, heatedly, with more passion in each kiss. He smothered her with his mouth and tongue.
"Ohh ... George, what are you ... what are you doing now, are you crazy?" Cindy said. Of course, she knew exactly what he was doing and why he was doing it. She didn't think there was any man alive who could have held back even as long as he did.
George's tongue pressed forward and she sucked it between her lips. She was becoming more and more passionate herself, though it would take a while to equal the sudden burst of intensity that her stepfather was exhibiting.
"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned, losing control of herself as a sharp, heated pang rose from her crotch. She moved her legs around and as she did, felt the moistness that was forming between her creamy thighs. Her cunt was hot and wet. Her stepfather was definitely exciting her.
George pushed closer and closer. He embraced her now, gently sliding his hand down her back, down to the wide curve of her hip and her round ass. He brushed over her ass and pinched one cheek and then another. He slid his hand inside her bikini bottoms, feeling the firm, soft flesh. It gave him such a charge that he seriously thought he was in danger of coming in his pants right then and there.
Cindy shivered. She grabbed at his face and ran her lips all over his face, her own passion increasing by leaps and bounds, getting closer and closer to the incredible level that her stepfather had already reached.
"Wow, this is too much," she moaned and caressed the much-older man.
George kept reaching down inside her bikini briefs as they grappled. He reached her crotch with his excited hand and moved violently against her private parts.
"Oh God, oh God," the girl shivered and sighed, undulating against him, rapidly losing control of herself as passion took over almost completely. The plans she had made for this little encounter were backfiring to a certain extent. And there was little she could do to change the flow of things.
George was clawing at her like some kind of fiend, a beast of the jungle about to devour its prey. The prey had seemingly tracked him down instead of vice versa, but he was not thinking of that irony just now, in the heat of his emotions, his blistering sexual emotions.
George was now groping her crotch and feeling the damp, tightly curled hairs there. He tangled his fingers in them and revolved his hand around, around, pushing up, making the girl, his own stepdaughter, squirm frantically with excitement. She moaned and her hands ran up and down his cheeks, touching him anxiously, wanting him, and no longer wanting him simply to make some sort of evil point, to pull off a pointed stunt, but because he was a man, a man who had turned her on totally, from the ends of her hair right down to her toenails. Every pore on her body tingled with desire for him. She had had no idea that it was going to turn out like this, but now she was damned glad that it was. Who could tell what the consequences would be and who cared? she told herself. Her mother was out of the picture now. She didn't count. Her feelings didn't matter a bit. Nothing mattered except how she could satisfy her own berserk lust for this oily man.
"Ohhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmm, take me, take me, yes, yes, I want it, I want it so bad, so bad!" she cried.
He pushed his hand in harder against her cunt and her crotch opened for him. The fingers climbed through the sticky warmth of her pussyhole. The cunt was humid and sticky. He pushed his fingers in as far as they would go. Cindy's legs clamped tight then, with a convulsive movement, capturing him there deep within her, within her drooling undulating pussy. George could feel the secretion flowing out, a warm gooey fluid coming down from her hot, excited depths. It oozed around his hand and even began to flow down over his wrist.
"God, what a pussy, what a pussy," George mumbled, in a voice that might have sounded like a lunatic's. But he was a lunatic right now, at least temporarily insane with lust for this gorgeous stepdaughter whom he had envied and lusted after from afar but had never really thought he would take like this. Well, he knew it wasn't completely a question of taking her. The girl had led him on, goaded him into doing just this. He couldn't figure what her motivation could be and he didn't really want to speculate at this point. Nothing mattered, least of all motivations and, implications and possible retribution. No, none of it mattered at this point just so he could finish fucking this hot, beautiful cunt and not be interrupted by anything. That was all he wanted, dammit. And then he would willingly take any consequences that happened to come of it. Yes, any consequences, no matter how harsh or long lasting. It would have to be worth it. It was already almost worth it all, to have seen those big beautiful tits of hers swinging in his face, and to see her creamy ass cheeks, and to seem them spread wide so that her pink asshole stuck out at him, and the lips of her glowing pink pussy gleamed at him like some kind of hot, erotic beacon. And certainly it had to be close to worth it all, all of the risks, to be doing this now, jamming his fingers into her cunt and feeling her burning pussy juices bubble around him.
"God, you're wet, you're so wet. You must be the horniest thing on two feet, bitch!" he groaned passionately at her, mashing his face into her bobbing breasts, licking wildly at one of the thick, erect nipples. He sucked it between his lips and chewed on it violently, making her squirm and gasp from the combination of pleasure and pain it caused. She threw her head back and thrust her tits out at him, shaking them from side to side, again and again, lifting them up into his mouth and his cruel treatment with lips and teeth.
"Yes I am hot, so hot," she moaned at him. "My pussy is on fire! It's burning up ... oh God, I can hardly stand it, I can hardly stand it ... My God, I love it, your fingers, your fingers in my cunt like that ... yes, harder, harder, jam them around inside of me, jam them deep, deeper, yes, there's still more to my cunt than that, I can take more than that! Ayyyyyyyy! Twist my cunt, scratch it, work it up!"
"Ha, ha, ha, horny, fucking bitch! I'll give you what I've wanted to give you from the first day we met!"
He jabbed his fingers into her cunt even deeper and harder, to accentuate his point. She groaned and shuddered at the violent insertion. Her cunt muscles squeezed on him. George almost feared she would break his fingers with that sudden, crunching grip. But she relented in the next moment and allowed him to work the fingers back and forth some more, shoving them in and out, faster, twirling them around, working them through her oozing, quivering cunt hole.
"All right," he breathed, "it's time to take these fucking panties off, I want to see that cunt and ass again without anything obstructing the view."
He took a few deep breaths before he went at it. This was going to be something. This was going to be a thrill.
Chapter 3
She didn't try to stop him. He pulled the bikini bottoms off her plump buttocks. She wiggled her ass left and right as he stripped them off her.
Her cunt made a bubbling noise as he pulled the panties away from her hole. The cunt was drooling wildly now. The hot, creamy love juice went down her thighs and warmed her as if it were hot molasses drooling down her legs.
"All right, now open that pussy again, bitch," George said to her. There was no warmth in this encounter, except for the heat in her cunt and his cock. This was strictly animal lust, vicious, ruthless, wild.
He pushed several fingers all at once into the girl's gaping pussy. The fingers sank to the very depths of the hole, the juices churning around his knuckles. He slid them back and forth again and again, making her shiver and gasp.
"Mmmmmmmmm ... ohhhhhhhh, oh God, mmmmmm ..." She threw her head back.
George grinned an evil grin as he saw the reaction on her face.
Her eyes gleamed. She looked her stepfather in the face and then turned her gaze elsewhere, down to that throbbing bulge in his pants. She reached down to it with an unsteady hand. She was shaking all over, quivering with lust.
"You want my cock, do you, baby?" he said to her with a lust growl and an evil laugh. "You'll get it, too, every fucking inch of it, you hear me?"
"Yes, yes, I want it, oh God, I want your cock, I want it in my hand ... in my mouth, my cunt, everywhere!"
Cindy's mind was alive with erotic images of the cock that lay covered beneath his pants there. She was sure that it would be a huge, ripe, thick, endless rod of meat that she would jam into her and would start coming from the feel of it as soon as it was inside her hole.
She felt for his zipper. She dragged it down, opening the fly and moving in for his bulging prick. It was quite hard already, pulsing away like crazy. There was some difficulty in removing the stiffened shaft from his pants and underwear, but she was not going to be stopped by anything, least of all that little problem. She nearly tore the prick out. Then it was out and standing up stiff and straight, throbbing violently. It was a huge, thick pole, as big as any dick she had ever seen, probably bigger. It was certainly the most impressive to her in the state of mind she was in.
"Like it, baby, huh?" George barked at her, making his thick dick wag at her. "Like my fat cock, you horny bitch? Huh? You want that shoved up your pussy, sweetheart?"
"Mmmmm! Yes, yes, yes! I do, I do, oh, how I want that fat prick inside me, deep inside me!"
Cindy took an excited hold on his cock, down at the thick base of it. She squeezed hard and then lifted up on it, making sperm well out of the swollen head and drip down the long shaft. She did this a couple more times. The feel of his cock in her hand nearly made her swoon.
George grabbed at his stepdaughter, pulling her against him, wanting to feel those big tits of hers mash up against his chest. He stretched his head down and lashed his tongue across one taut nipple and then the other. Cindy shuddered and held the cock even tighter. She jerked it up and down with abandon. George gasped and sighed as pleasure flowed through him, in hot, flashing waves.
"That feels good, yeah, yeah, real good, baby, real good! Oh, shit, yeah, stroke that cock, stroke it!"
He grabbed at her wildly, moving his hands all over her, wanting to touch everything at once.
Then Cindy pushed him back against his seat and lowered her head to his throbbing crotch. She lifted up on the cock, covering the thick head with foreskin and then drawing it right back. The cock shuddered. Cindy stared at the cock. She gasped and licked her lips several times.
"Go on, bitch," George moaned passionately. "Go on and suck that prick, do it now! Gggggg!"
"Yes, yes, yes," she moaned back, licking her lips till they were glistening with saliva.
She licked around on the smooth, bulbous pink head of the cock. She darted her tongue around it and then down the whole long shaft. She reached the base and licked around it, tapping her tongue over the curled pubic hairs. Then she went up to the sensitive flesh of the head again. George groaned and shuddered. His pleasure was mounting every second. He looked down at his stepdaughter, her mouth hovering all around his throbbing, swelling red prick.
Now Cindy opened her mouth and sucked in a few inches of the cock. She gulped, swallowed, and then sucked up some more of the huge prick. She pushed down, slowly but surely working her way to the halfway point. Already, even at that, she gagged several times as the thick head swelled at the back of her throat. Her whole body convulsed. She felt her pussy bubbling with secretion. She put a hand back there, and at the first touch to her cunt meat she shuddered all over.
But she wasn't through swallowing him. She was determined to take the whole fucking thing into her mouth. She couldn't remember ever sucking as big a dick as this one, but she was going to rise to the challenge, she told herself. She sucked air in through her nostrils and then plunged forward, gobbling away at the prick meat. She forced her way down right to the very base of the shaft. She held there for several seconds, letting her throat get used to the intrusion.
"Oh, Jesus, yes, yes, yes, suck me, suck my prick, you bitch, you fucking, teasing bitch, you!" George cried at her in between gasps for air. He was feeling a rising, swirling ecstasy run through his body. It was incredible, and he realized it was the beginning, just the beginning. There was much more pleasure to come at the touch of this teenaged sexpot.
She clamped her mouth tight on his prick and twisted around, increasing the flow of sensation for him. He shuddered and gasped ecstatically. His hands reached out to touch her again. He stretched down to her cunt, caressing the soft, silken curls of gold that she grew between her legs there. He scratched and stretched, reaching across her cunt, his fingertips poking at her puckered little asshole.
"Mmmmmmm, yes, yes, yes, suck me, you bitch, suck that cock, come on, let's see if you can do it better than your mother," George groaned at her passionately. His wife was, in fact, very good at giving blowjobs, and it was one of the things he liked best about her. But Cindy was showing herself to be equally talented. He wondered with excited amusement if she had indeed learned the skill from her mother. Perhaps it went with the other facts of life a mother was supposed to tell her daughter. Or perhaps they were just both instinctively gifted in the area of sucking cock.
Cindy's head bobbed up and down, faster and faster, and she made loud, slurping sounds as she sucked down his flowing juices. More and more drooled out of him, another layer with every stroke she did on him.
George groaned and shivered. He watched her intently as her beautiful face grimaced and contorted as it fought with that fat prick, swallowing, rising, re-swallowing. Up and down, again and again, faster and faster.
It went on like this for another minute, and then George couldn't take any more. If she sucked, him for another second, he thought, he would surely come down her throat, and he wanted to save that, and shoot his first wad of come inside her juicy cunt. It seemed a more important way to climax this extraordinary event, and besides that he couldn't be sure he would have another crack at her and he wasn't going to miss fucking the bitch no matter what. He had to feel his cock slipping into that juicing, quivering, bright pink cunt of hers.
"I'm gonna fuck you now, bitch, I'm gonna fuck you till you scream for mercy, you understand me?"
"Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me with this big dick," she moaned, rising up off the penis and gasping. "Stick it deep inside my cunt and make me come!"
"You better believe that's what I'm going to do, you goddamned bitch ... I'll give you what none of those high school Romeos of yours could ever get near!"
"Stop talking and fuck me, dammit ... before my mother gets home, okay?" she shrieked. Her sexual heat was making her almost dizzy. She was seeing red.
He scrambled over her. His prick was stiff as a board, blood red and throbbing wildly as he moved up over her and parted her fleshy smooth thighs.
He pressed his prick up against the soft bed of curls over her cunt. He rubbed his prick head through the bush and then sought out her clit with it. He pressed in against the sensitive band of flesh and she jumped and moaned and shivered all over when he did it. His cock became even harder than it was, and that was saying something.
She reached up for his prick, scratching her nails into the inflamed flesh.
They gasped at each other, sweating, their temperatures rising to the boiling level.
She now slipped the head inside slightly, hooking him just inside the opening of her cunt. George then took over the leading role again. He moved up closer, heaving and now grunting like an animal. He took a deep breath and prepared himself for the violent fuck he planned on giving her. He ground his teeth and smiled cruelly as he drove his long cock into her, straight to the back of her heaving, wet pussy.
"Oh God, yes, yes, shove that dick into me, shove it in deep, yes, yes, deep inside me, oh God, I want it, I want your fat dick inside me, do you hear me, I want it inside my hot, burning hot twat! Mmmmmmmm! Yes!"
"All right, all right, you're gonna get it, you're gonna get it but good, bitch, do you understand me? I'm gonna fuck the living shit out of you!"
"That's it, that's it, that's what I want, dammit, that's what I want ... shove it in deep, deep inside me, oh God, yes, yes, give it to me, all the way!"
He plunged the cock through her and then drew most of it back out of her. This caused her to heave spasmodically. She gasped for breath and moaned as if in pain.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she cried again and again at him as the dick came back into her.
He banged against her, driving every inch through her undulating body. She drooled and blushed and nodded her head violently. Her hands gripped him, her nails digging into his flesh like she was holding on for life.
"Ohhhhhh, that's lovely, lovely, yes, yes, run it through me, run your dick all the way through me, oh God, yes, yes, that's so good so fucking good, mmmmm!"
George closed his eyes and enjoyed a rush of pleasure. He held still for a moment and caught his breath. Then he revolved the cock around and around at the edge of her pussy. She went crazy from this teasing motion. Then he was moving in again, deeper and deeper, thrusting against the very back of her cunt and pushing harder, harder, opening her up, finding passage where there was none. And she loved it.
"Mmmmmmm, that's so good, so fucking good ... yes, yes, fuck that cock into me, fuck it in deep inside my pussy, my fucking hot pussy! Mmmmmmmm, it's so good, so goddamned good! Ahhhhhhhh! Come on, dammit, harder, faster ... this isn't my old mother you're fucking, you know!"
"Bitch," he growled at her. He didn't like her making remarks like that. It was all right if he made them, he felt, but he didn't want to hear anything like that from her mouth. "Shut up and take my cock ... take it!"
He slammed in furiously, propelled by the added streak of anger. He screwed his dick though her and pulled it out again, nearly letting it fall from her pussy, but then sliding back inside, deep inside, screwing around and around in circles, dragging back and repeating the same motion, but driving her crazier with passion each time he did it.
It was almost as if he were attacking her, boxing her, punching his cock against her, digging his prick at her like a fist burying itself in an open wound. The cunt was erupting around his dick, juices spilled out all over the place. The girl whimpered and shivered and groaned. She was loving it, though any onlooker might have thought she was in great pain from the way she moaned and her face contorted and her head twisted about on her shoulders.
Her whole body seemed to creak, groan and shudder. She scratched at him and whimpered and cried out for him to continue, which he did, of course, slamming his long shaft in and out of her, back and forth, turning her body to fire, flaming higher at each of his quick, heavy thrusts.
"Ohhhh, that's good, so good, yes, yes, it is, yes, fuck me, fuck my hot pussy, you bastard, fuck it, rip it to shreds, yes, yes, ohhhhh, God, that's good, that's so good, so wonderful! Ayyyyyyyyy!"
"Yeah, baby, it does, doesn't it? Ohhhh, that cunt is good, go hot, so hot! Ahhhhhhhh! Christ, I'm gonna come like a river when I come. Yes, yes, ohhhhhh!"
He increased his speed, slamming back and forth on top of her, again and again, making them both gasp from the mounting pressure. It was an incredible heat that was building in their groins. The heat was scalding for both of them. Their bodies blushed red from head to toe.
In and out, back and forth, ramming, slamming, jamming into her, out of her, George fucked her like he was losing his mind. His prick was like a dagger stabbing into her, drawing pussy juice instead of blood with each deadly thrust. Her soft, pink, luscious flesh undulated beneath him. From time to time she would lift her legs around his back and kick into him, spurring him on as she called for him to go on faster and harder, to fuck her to death if necessary in her pursuit of the best orgasm of her entire young life.
"Ohhhhhhh, God, this is too much, too much, yes, yes, yes, I love it, I love it, mmmmm, so good, so good, ayyyyyy! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
She shook and scratched at him. She moaned as loudly as she could. Each of his sexual thrusts seemed to contain a thousand volts, electrifying her groin at the contact, shocking and exciting her to the core, making her shudder and scream and moan. He kept it up at an incredible pace for the longest time. Cindy was amazed at what good shape he was in. It was quite a surprise. He'd been taking life so easy that she was sure that he would be something of a loser in the sack. But she was wrong and she envied her mother getting such a terrific sex partner and whenever she wanted him, too.
"Ahhhhhhhh, mmmmmmm, that's so good, so good, yes, yes, it feels so good, so fabulous!"
She was reaching an ultimate peak now. Each of his thrusts brought her closer to a climax. Her whole body was tingling in expectation. She was like a smoking volcano about to explode. George seemed oblivious to the danger point the girl was reaching. He just kept on fucking away, going as fast as he could, on and on, more and more, in and out of the squeezing, writhing pussy. He seemed indestructible, moving faster and faster all the time. Cindy's body convulsed and her cunt gripped him like a vice, squeezing him, throttling the head between its steely jaws. They both groaned in pain from the strain of it. They both looked ready to burst now.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Cindy cried out. "Oh God, yes, yes, I'm coming, coming! Ayyy! It's so good, so good. Yes, yes it is, yes! Mmmmmm!"
She closed her eyes and writhed intensely, begging him not to stop now. His moans and groans were almost as intense as hers and made her fear that he would come now, a little too soon for her to get her full satisfaction. But he didn't come. He kept on fucking, stabbing his prick in and out, back and forth, again and again, faster and faster.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh! Oh, yes, yes, yes! Cindy screamed. She shook her tits up against him. Her legs kicked down into him, her heels crashing against his ass.
"Come on, come, on, come on," she urged him. The final peak was looming just in front of her. Then it burst like a shell from a mortar. She screamed at an ear-splitting level. "Ohhhhhhhhhh! Come now, come, come! Ayyyyyy!"
George sucked in a deep breath. He was going to let it go now. There was no holding it back any longer. He was going to explode his come and let her feel it all through her heaving, burning pussy hole.
Shaking and growling, he stabbed his cock into her and let the jism explode. Wad after wad hit the girl. He groaned and then screamed at the wave of pleasure that hit him.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" he groaned. He fell forward over her, his face lying alongside her cheek. He gasped into her ear. His hands held her by the arms and his nails dug tight against her flesh.
He blasted her with several more layers of his come before he collapsed and fell sideways. He breathed out with loud, heavy gasps. They both panted for more than a minute and then gradually quieted.
George's cock slid out of her cunt on a stream of drooling sperm. He moved a foot away from the girl. They glanced at each other but said nothing.
Cindy closed her eyes. When she had her stepfather blocked out of her mind she could respond to the pleasant flow still moving through her. She moved her thighs closer together, rubbing them together lightly. She tingled. A whimper passed her lips. Her left hand moved down to her pussy curls and slid through them to her meat. She fondled herself gently for a few moments. Then she sighed and opened her eyes again. George was shifting about. He sat forward. He glanced at his stepdaughter with an awkward expression on his face.
He got up. His cock was dangling out of his pants. It was still red and swollen. He looked down at it and then tucked it away, zipping himself up. He looked over his shoulder at his stepdaughter. He stared at her pussy and then at her full, fat tits, then at her face. She was looking at him strangely. George turned away from her then. He walked a few steps on and then stopped. He looked at her again, and this time his expression was more intent.
"Yeah, that was pretty good, sweetheart. I enjoyed it a lot. I don't know what you had in mind, but just make sure you keep your mouth shut about this, right?"
Cindy stared at him. She chewed on her lower lip.
"Yeah, well ... yeah," George said. He walked over to the window and looked out it. He was trying to think of something else to say to her, not sure whether to be stern or tough or mean or pleasant. Then he heard a noise and turned to see Cindy leaving the room, clutching her clothes and packages.
Chapter 4
George glanced at the beside clock, 1:00 A.M., and he still couldn't sleep. His mind was filled with thoughts of Cindy. His hands ached to hold her sturdy full tits again. His cock throbbed as he thought about his pleasure earlier in the day, when he finally had held that taut voluptuous body, touching every inch of that young tender skin, licking and sucking the sweet sixteen year old juices that flowed from beautiful pink cunt lips. What a pleasure it was taking her, stuffing his cock into her, filling her tight young cunt. His cock was rising more and more as he thought of her body wildly undulating beneath him, the look of total ecstasy on that sweet teasing face, a face of innocence with a sparkle in her eyes hinting that there was more to her. And George knew that; first hand!
George turned to look at Esther, lying there, content, next to him, her naked flesh lit by the moon shining through the window. His hand slipped over her nakedness, over her round full ass, between the cheeks, and directly to her furry pussy. She sighed softly at his touch, her pussy moving against his hand. George slid his finger into her warm cunt, she was moist, something he could always count on.
Esther was a good wife, always ready to take his cock and nurture it to fulfillment in any of her holes, in one of their sessions in bed have him fill her warm mouth, hot pussy, tight asshole. That tight asshole was his favorite, he would usually save it for the last and blast his full load in that asshole, overloading it, so that his sperm would leak out and flow down the inside of her creamy thighs, all the way down to her knees.
Esther was one of the best cunts he had ever stuck his cock into, that is until Cindy and now Cindy, and only Cindy, filled his thoughts and hardened his huge throbbing hunk of meat. But what the hell, he was hard now and Cindy was right there with him, in his thoughts, why not relieve himself with Esther. Yes, that pleased him. Hopefully she'd stay asleep, and it could be Cindy to him. He moved towards her and removed his finger, which was lodged deeply in her very wet juicy pussy. He held his cock and placed it between her cheeks, sliding his very hot hunk from her asshole forward, passing her slippery pussy and attacking her clit, first gently, but as her moans became deeper and more desperate he thrust his cock violently against her burning clitoris.
George's prick, feeling explosive now, couldn't take any more, and headed right for her sopping hot pussy, the juices so strong that their scent filled the room, entering his nostril like a sweet barbecue on a hot summer day.
But suddenly George was distracted by the sound of creaking floorboards in the hallway. Esther was still asleep as he sat up, just in time to see the pink bathroom light flick on and Cindy's naked body through the crack in the door. Cindy made her way to the toilet. As she moved, he lost sight of her, but he could hear her sweet piss shooting out of her cunt and splashing like a waterfall against the water in the toilet bowl. The toilet flushed thunderously in the quietness of the night.
Cindy came into view again, but she didn't leave the softly lit bathroom. She stopped in front of the large sparkling bright mirror, examining her glowing pink teenage body. She let her hands rise to her full firm young breasts pressing tightly against the aroused flesh. She fondled her pert tits, lingering on the nipples until they stood out erectly. With one hand still massaging her tits, she slowly felt her way down to her soft bush. She now brought both hands down to her cunt, spreading open her cunt lips, exposing the glistening pink raw meat, her clit jutting out, begging for a caress.
George was ready to jump in and bite that full womanly pussy, but he was too fascinated by the sight of his erotic stepdaughter enjoying her tender creamy body, to move an inch just yet. His cock felt heavier and heavier bobbing in front of him.
Now Cindy was moving one of her long delicate fingers into her own wet pussy, moving it in and out, twisting it inside her. Then she slowly slid it out and saw how it was covered with her milky cunt juice. She opened her mouth and slid the juicy finger between her lips, licking it as if it were a succulent lollipop. She sighed at the taste of her own cunt juice. She slurped the whole finger into her mouth, puckering her lips. As she sucked off the juice her lips formed a slight smile of pleasure.
George could hardly hold back, Esther no longer existed. He felt he was losing control of himself, Cindy was going to drive him mad with desire, he feared his cock would explode and come all over his sweaty, burning body. George had to get his meat into her hot drooling ready cunt, and quickly. He reacted decisively now, while Cindy was still fondling herself in the bathroom, unaware of his prying eyes. He had taken a big chance fucking his stepdaughter, risking everything, but there was no way he could resist, and now it was happening again. George quietly, but hurriedly tiptoed into the darkness of her bedroom. He slipped between the cool sheets of her bed. The sheets felt stimulating on his hot body. He realized he was panting and tried to catch his breath. She'd be in there with him soon now, her cunt all wet and warm from that fondling in front of the mirror. Yes, dammit, he was going to fuck that teasing bitch again. He didn't have to wait long, he was alert and heard Cindy's soft footsteps entering the room. He could smell her scent of wet sexuality as she entered. His already hard prick throbbed to its fullest magnitude. The anticipation of surprising her was explosive. George felt Cindy moving closer with every step he became more and more excited. and then she was at the bed and he could smell her wet pussy. His nostrils flared at the erotic odor.
Cindy heard something. She stopped, her senses alert. She heard his breathing and knew with sudden excitement what was waiting for her.
"Y-you ... is it," she mumbled. Then she held her breath. She let it out slowly. Her head nodded in the darkness.
"Come on," her stepfather breathed back at her between clenched teeth. His cock throbbed tautly.
Her legs touched the side of the bed. She shivered ecstatically as she moved onto it.
No more words were necessary. Cindy climbed in and slid her body against his. She felt his hard, hot manhood pulsating against her burning wanting cunt.
George grabbed her violently, wanting to shove his hard cock right into that hot juicy cunt. Cindy moved freely, licking his entire body until she reached his pulsating meat and took the full length of it in one quick movement into her warm wet mouth, sucking with urgency and desire. She could taste the first droplets of warm sperm bubbling out of his throbbing penis, and sucked even harder. George lay back taking in all the wondrous fantasy of this erotic scene. He let his finger find its way to her hot, wet, oozing cunt. With the fullest vigor he added two more of his thick pudgy fingers. They felt an incredible heat and he moved them in every way possible.
Faster and faster they melted together. Their mounting ecstasy was unbelievably intense. Cindy muffled her desire to scream.
"Yes, yes, shove that prick into me. I can feel it's so hard, so hard," she whispered.
Cindy slid her ass up and grabbed his pulsating prick, jamming it into her sopping cunt, filling herself with his pulsing cock jumping up and down on him. They were both quickly losing all control. Her cunt quivered and George felt the violent contractions taking over.
"Yes, I'm going to fuck you, fuck that hot teasing cunt of yours!" he growled at her. She wanted it then, more than anything in the world. She wanted desperately to feel his cock deep inside her again.
George had lost all tenderness now, and violently attacked her cunt, harder and harder as if he were trying to reach all the way right up to her luscious lips. They were so locked together, that nothing else existed in the world but the two of them, their two bodies fucking harder and harder. Only their two bodies becoming one.
Never had either of them felt this hot passion before. They were lost in incredible ecstasy. The both fought to keep back their screams.
Her clit burned furiously. Impulsively she reached down and dragged his cock out of her heaving cunt. She wiped the swollen cock head against her vibrating clit. Back and forth she rubbed it over her clit. She slapped the stiff cock against her thighs and moved it through her blonde pubic curls. Beads of sticky come drooled out of him, hanging like cobwebs between her skin and his cock.
"Ohhhhhh! Oh, yes, yes, touch me with it, touch me with your big beautiful prick!"
She moaned as his hard prick slapped against her, thick and throbbing, and as she rocked from side to side, undulating her crotch and pulling him closer, tighter, with her hands and her thighs, gripping him like a vise, shaking her sweating breasts in his face. Her whole body felt like she wanted to swallow him up, consume him and his beautiful, elongated love pole. She moved around and around, sexily, frantically, pushing up the open mouth of her cunt at the wet, pulsating prick. And each time the cockhead brushed against her crotch, hot and heavy, threateningly, temptingly, she moaned. Again and again she moaned. She was on fire. She moved like a snake beneath him now, slithering, undulating, hissing, making sharp, violent sounds at the back of her throat.
"Oh! Oh! Mmmmmmmm! Ahhhhhhh! Yes, yes, put it now, all the way in, please, please! Ohhhh! God, I want it, how I want it! Nnnnn! Ohhhhh!"
She scraped her taut-nippled tits against his chest, losing all control. George's prick burned her, the moist metallic of the come on the head crackling like a live wire each time it grazed the inner meat of her pussy. Her loins quaked and snapped like the jaws of a shark, a hungry, man-eating shark.
"Oh! Ohhhhh!" Cindy screamed into George's chest, muffling the sound. She twisted, turned, and writhed with pleasure.
Cindy yearned for the feel of his cock deep inside her, rubbing sharply, violently, erotically in and out against the sensitive vaginal membranes, abrading her throbbing red clitoris, making her come.
As George continued to thrash about on top of her, she slid her finger into his asshole, pushing in against the hard puckering surface. It was impossible, impenetrable. But she wasn't to be turned away. Quickly wiping the intended finger across her own pulsating cunt, she brought up a quantity of the spewing secretion there and lubricated his closed nether hole. With a powerful thrust she shoved the middle finger in to the hilt.
"Ohhhhh!" George groaned. "Christ, what are you doing!" He gasped a laugh, and pressed his lips against her exposed throat, running his mouth all over it.
George's powerful arms clutched at her, held her around the back and side, stretching his fingers down to the hump of her round buttocks.
"Feel it, feel my finger!" Cindy whispered at him in a hoarse, maddened voice.
She shoved her hand in deeper, all the way up his hot rectum. He tensed his sphincter, so sharply that Cindy feared he would break her finger. But she fought him, pushed in deeper, feeling his prostate.
"Shit, baby, what are you doing to me? Fucking hell, you'll make me come off right now ..." George growled at his little baby doll stepdaughter.
She twirled the finger around tightly, then plucked it back out and clutched at his ass.
"No ... no, don't come yet, please! I want you to put it inside me, please put it in me, George! Now!"
She urged him closer, digging her nails into his hard ass, motioning over and over for him to fuck her.
And then he prepared to. George could see Cindy's body clearly now, even in the darkness. "All right, baby, all right, I'm going to make you feel even better than before."
His hand sought out the teething, seething, hot orifice, fingers brushing over the soft hairs that grew along the widening canyon. He rolled his cock like an eel against the sea of her body, slipping it up and in towards the obvious goal, closer and closer. Once more his tongue flashed over her teeth as he kissed her hotly.
"Ooohhh!" they moaned in unison.
She humped her smooth legs up even higher, making her hot wet cunt spread even wider. The tip of his cock touched hard and wet against the inner lips of her hole.
"Yes, yes, in, push it in! In! Now baby, now ..." Her cunt blazed, a raging fire that scalded his phallus.
"Shit, Cindy, you sure are hot ... and you're gonna get what you want ... you're gonna get it all, Cindy, yeah!" George rammed his penis hard into her twat and felt the hot wetness on his shaft. Cindy shivered as if his cock were an ice-cold poker jabbing into her gut. She twisted around and bent him from side to side in an exquisite dance of pure mounting pleasure.
"Ohhhh!" she moaned, scratching her nails down his spine. "Yes, yes, all the way in! Ohhh, fuck me, fuck me!"
"That's good ... that cunt feels good bitch ... like hot melted butter."
Over and over he rammed into her cunt. Blind with lust and frenzy he shoved his cock as hard and as deep as he could, and Cindy trembled all over from the glorious intrusion. She scratched at him, dug into his flesh, she wanted to reach as deep inside of him as she could, to have the most of him, in every way. Every part of him, she wanted to make hers.
"Ohhhh! Fuck me, fuck me! Yes, yes, do it! Don't stop! No, never, never stop! Ohhhh! What a father! I love it, I just love it! More, more, give me all of that cock!"
"Yes, yes!" George whimpered, breathing heavier and heavier. He sped up, plowing through her, in and out, back and forth, fucking, like a piston, in and out, harder and faster, in and out. "Ahhhhh!"
Her whole body pumped up and around on his solid manly cock, twisting, quivering, strangling his driving, drilling organ, taking him in, holding him, trying to keep the thick tool against the very back of her tender hot cunt. In and out, he moved back and forth, using more and more force. He plowed in a trance.
Cindy shook her young upraised legs, up high over his thick red neck. Her heels kicked wildly in the air as he skewered her young pussy with hard, pounding thrusts. Again and again, harder, faster, over and over, ramming his pleasure tool back and forth. Cindy quivered and shivered and moaned, she was out of control beneath his strong body. This was what she wanted, a man, no more young boys who she had to teach. All those young boys were so anxious that they came right away, but not George, he could handle her, fill all her needs, no more walking away unsatisfied.
"Yes, yes, that's it, that's it! God, I'm really starting to come now, I am, I am! God, it's so good, your cock feels so fucking good!"
She clutched at him, her hands pleading with him to venture even deeper into her steaming hole, as if that were possible. But with each of her motions, and each of her moans, he did try to push the throbbing meat in further.
"Ohhhh! Yes, yes, fuck me! Oh, I love it! Fuck me, harder, faster, yes, yes! Fuck me!"
George bared his fangs and bit her on the neck, leaving a bright pink welt on her tender soft skin. Cindy threw her head back to expose more of her creamy stem to his attentions, and he obliged her by continuing the vampire act. He bit her neck again and again, then sucked over the bruises to soothe her long feminine neck.
"Give it to me!" she pleaded in a hysterical tone. "Yes, oh, yes! Faster, more!"
Cindy slobbered in ecstasy, shaking all over, her hands flailing about in the air.
George pulled her wonderfully soft flesh between his teeth with a powerful suction. He was going crazy with lust. His delight unsurpassable.
"Ayyyy!" she screamed, now unable to muffle her feelings. She no longer could think of her mother sleeping just down the hall, as she was fucking her mother's new husband.
The pain of George's sharp teeth seared at her, but somehow, with the erupting, spreading flow of her passion, it was transformed to sweet, sensational pleasure. The kind of pleasure she could take forever.
"Yes, yes, that's it, that's it! I'm starting to come, oh my God! I am! I am! Ohhh! It's good, it's so very, very good! I can feel it all over ..."
Cindy quivered intensely. The climax was truly upon her now, the orgasmic eruptions growing faster and faster, climbing up from her crotch, sweeping all through her, a sharp, white-hot flow.
"Ahhh!"
"Go on baby, make it come," George panted. "I'm right behind you ... soon, soon, you'll feel it ... it's coming hot and strong, baby ..."
"Yes, yes! come! Come in my cunt! Oh hurry! Hurry! Now, George, now, Oooohh!"
"Ahhh!"
In and out, pounding, his cock dipping into the hot, wet depths, dragging out, jamming inside immediately. George's hands squeezed on her buttocks, hard, not caring if she felt the pain, only releasing his own tension.
Cindy was moving all over. Her ass lifted up off the mattress several times, smacking against him as he launched his repeated downward thrusts.
The climax grew, stronger and more widespread. Soon she was feeling it everywhere, pure sweet ecstasy!
"Gaaa! Fuck me! Yes, yes! Don't stop! Never!"
She came all around his stabbing, pounding, driving fucking prick. Cindy's frenzy almost frightened George, and speeded up his own orgasm. Faster and faster he shot his hot, hard, wet prick into her aching young cunt, ramming and pounding, priming himself for the explosion of his hot burning seed, filling her and surrounding his cock.
His head spun and his breath seemed to choke off in his throat. He could not force it up or down any longer. The sweet instant of climax seemed for him to burn there in his lungs and in his guts.
Then, like an explosion, he felt the come throb up in a rush and shoot deep into her hole. His body heaved about, all over, pounding down heavily on Cindy's young firm body, almost crushing her.
Cindy felt it too, and heaved and sighed right along with her strong stepfather. She took all the pain with such unbelievable pleasure.
"Ohhhh! Yes, yes, there it is, there, there! Oooohhhh! Yes! Oh God, it's beautiful! Fantastic! Aaahhh! Oh, fucking hell, yes, yes, come!"
The first wave of his come blasted through the churning channels of her orgasmic cunt. She twisted and turned and moaned as his shaft rammed harder and harder into her cunt and the come tore through her like a shaft of blinding light, straight through to her womb!
"Ohhhh! God, yes, yes, don't stop! No, no, never stop! Oh Christ, that's good! That's good! Aaaayyyeee! It's too much, too much!"
In and out he pumped, deep within her, with each stroke unloading another hard spurt of hot come into her flaring cunt. She rolled around, up and down, like she was riding a roller coaster, straddling a tornado, her cunt quaking, clasping, grabbing breathlessly for more, more of the delicious, life-giving fluid that seemed to be flowing suddenly in unstoppable abundance.
"Gaaaa! Oh! Oh yes! Oh yes!" Cindy screamed maniacally, coming like she had never remembered having come before, gloriously, deliciously, stratospherically! Her sensations of pleasure seemed to climb and climb, to the roof and beyond, into the clouds. "Ahhhhh! I'm coming ... I'm coming, George, it's beautiful, beautiful!"
"Yes, baby, yes, it's good, oh fuck, is it good! Hold on, we're not through yet, Cindy my sweet thing, not just yet ... ahhh! God! A little ... more ... a little more!"
And George continued to fuck her, still moving his ejaculating, nearly exhausted manhood in and out of Cindy's undulating middle.
Cindy shuddered now with every thrust, each one feeling less like a probe of pleasure than like a knife stabbing into the center of her opening. But the rest of her still thrived ecstatically, quivering over the peak of pleasure and down the other side, making a slow, warm passionate descent, her soul floating with satisfaction.
"God ... God, it was good," Cindy muttered in a tone of profound awareness. "So good ... so good ... I'm all ... I don't know ... all alive ..."
"Yes, yes, I know, panted George, collapsing on top of her with a gasp of exhaustion.
They both lay there in the bed for several minutes, silent but for their variously exerted breathing patterns, regaining normalcy after all that activity.
At last, George rolled off of her. But he did not go far, for she clung to him, running her hands down his bare back, lightly scratching his spine, pressing her fingers into the valley of his buttocks.
George responded, pressing his lips down on her creamy soft shoulder. Cindy sighed deeply. His hands caressed her smooth, naked skin, a soft, soothing, gentle caress.
"Oh," she moaned, snuggling up tightly against her latest conquest, and what a conquest this was, this really beat all the rest. Not only had Cindy found herself the greatest fuck she'd ever had, but boy did she have one on her mother. Now she really was a woman, the man her mother married would rather fuck her, give his manly cock to her. Cindy held on even tighter, feeling his wilted penis touching her thigh, wet and sticky, but warm and wonderful.
They just lay there holding each other tightly, and Cindy wondered if she should try to arouse him again.
George interrupted her thoughts. "Feel good?" he whispered in her ear. He smiled. "Do you, Cindy, how do you like your new father?"
"Mmm," she moaned affirmatively.
"Do you feel ... very good?"
"Very, very," she smiled at him.
Their mouths touched in a gentle, loving kiss, one that could only be a result of ultimate ecstasy, unlike the passionate hungry kisses they had indulged in before they had relieved themselves and each other. He touched her cheek with his hand.
"So beautiful," he said.
"Yes?" she asked with a renewal of her teasing personality.
"Oh, Yes."
Cindy laughed affectionately, tapping her smooth lips against his jaw. "I feel fantastic," she said. But she didn't let out all of the reasons for her good feeling, that was her own secret. Now she was in control of the family again. Or so she thought. But these new developments might prove harder for her to manage than it might have seemed to her at the beginning. The girl was in fact playing with fire.
"Yeah, boy you are one fantastic little chick. You sweet little cunt, do you know what you do to me, you make this old cock of mine throb like a worldwide earthquake. We're going to have a nice little family here. And this is going to be our special secret, you and me, we can fuck like this all the time. It sure is nice having a sexy daughter like you."
They embraced in silence for the next minutes, each involved in their own secret thoughts, both feeling they had achieved a major victory. George was the first to move, sitting up in bed, he slid an open hand across Cindy's slightly rounded belly, down to her pubic hair, pinching it gently between his fingers, patting the damp flesh of her thigh. He studied her body, letting his eyes slowly take in her healthy thighs, her succulent fleshy legs, her soft furry patch, covering that voluptuous cunt that he was getting so attached to, and on up her luscious, cream-skinned body to her voluptuous young breasts. He didn't want to leave her, he would have liked to stay the whole night next to this young nude body of his wanton stepdaughter. But George knew that the element of risk was increasing with each minute he stayed away from his wife's bed. He leaned over Cindy's lovely body and kissed her gently on the cheek before slipping out of her now well-heated bed.
George sauntered quietly down the hallway, unable to keep a smile from his lips. He was quite full of himself at the moment. He had fucked that cockteasing bitch good this time, there was no doubt about that. He paused and sighed, his mind flashing back to that first glimpse of her cunt and her big, ripe titties. A chill of pleasure ran up his spine. One thing was definite, that wasn't going to be the last time he would fuck that hot teenaged cunt.
His hand found its way to his cock, he rubbed at it, thinking of his precious little stepdaughter. What a great marriage he had found himself, a wife to pay for his every whim, totally devoted to keeping him happy, at any cost, and a sexy sixteen year old daughter that he was turning into his personal concubine, ready to suck his cock, smother him with her wet teenage cunt and do any other sexual deed.
Pausing outside the bathroom door, he realized that he smelled strongly of his stepdaughter's musky aroma. No two women smelled alike, he knew. It would be dangerous to go back into bed, next to Esther with the distinct smell of her daughter's cunt all over him, so he went into the bathroom, which adjoined their bedroom to rid himself of the odor. He glanced through the connecting door. Esther seemed still to be sleeping contentedly, he watched her for a moment, then he eased the door shut and turned on the bathroom light. He looked at himself in the mirror, studying his features. Not bad, he thought, with a self-satisfied smirk. Then he grabbed his after shave lotion, opened it and splashed it liberally on various parts of his body until he was sure he had doused the teen pussy smell.
Now he could get into his bed without much fear of being found out. He turned out the light and opened the door. He walked over to the bed and slipped in beside his sleeping wife. She stirred as soon as he was there alongside her.
"Oh shit," he mumbled as he saw her head rise up from the pillow. He wanted to sleep now and he certainly didn't want to talk to his wife after what he had just done. She looked at him and mumbled something in a groggy voice.
He didn't say anything, hoping she would just go right back to sleep. She did, almost. But first her hand drifted over to him and felt its way to his cock. She squeezed at the tired weapon. He was afraid she would figure something out from that, but nothing happened, the hand drifted away and she turned over on her side, her round ass facing him. She resumed her gentle snoring, George sighed a lingering spasm of pleasure rushing up through his body. This was one day he wasn't going to forget. But he felt it was only the beginning, he smiled at the idea, that was the fantastic part, it was only the beginning. With thoughts of what pleasures were still to come his body sunk easily into the mattress and he fell into a deep sleep with a smile on his lips.
Wow, Cindy thought, what have I gotten myself into. I thought I was going to be in control of this little scene, but now old George seems to have gotten the upper hand. I didn't know he had it in him. She had to be careful not to let him know that, although he may have guessed after tonight's heavy scene. Though if he didn't it might be hard to keep it from him if he kept coming on as strong as tonight, and turning her on so she lost all control, but it felt too good, she sure didn't want to fight that feeling. Why worry about this now, Cindy still felt hot and tingly and wanted to hold on to it as long as possible. She moved her hands slowly over her entire body, making her way to her pussy, and as she touched it, she tingled from head to toe.
Cindy let her thoughts wander back to George, how good his throbbing, fat cock felt inside of her cunt. Still hot and wet she slid her finger easily into her cunt, moving it about gently, her whole body shivering. She pulled the finger out slowly, teasingly and let it slide forward to her raw clit and massaged it. She was sure that she could start up again with George, right now. Too bad he wasn't all hers. And so now they had a secret between them, that was what he had said, that it would be their secret, or so she thought!
Chapter 5
Billy came home a little drunk from his night out with his buddies, a pretty exotic night for him. After all the excitement, he and his buddies cooled down in the park with a few six packs, and now he was feeling like a real rogue.
Boy what a night, especially after the day he'd had. He couldn't imagine anything better, it was the fullest possible day; he was sure of that.
He sat at the kitchen table recalling the evening when he and the guys were drinking and relaxing in the cool night air, wandering listlessly through the park, very pleased with themselves, not really looking for anything special. That is until they spotted a lone sexy looking redhead who came bouncing through the park. Their senses became alert, and their cocks stirred. They couldn't pass this one up. They really gave it to that bitch, God her cunt felt hot and tight when he had his strong cock in her. She had struggled at first, but they all knew that it was just an act. She really wanted it all right, and she got it, all the way.
Billy's stomach was grumbling, he really couldn't stand the taste of beer, but he didn't want to take any ridicule from the guys, he had to keep up his tough stud image. Billy opened the refrigerator, reached for the milk and drank it straight from the bottle. This was one sight not meant for the guys. Boy, he'd never hear the end of it, him drinking milk. But shit, it tasted good, and it sure didn't hamper his fucking ability, the way too many beers could. And that would be even worse, not being able to get hard with all his buddies around. He was hungry too, and threw together a sloppy sandwich. As he gobbled it down the mayonnaise dribbled down his fingers and he sucked it off, one finger at a time. His hot mouth felt good surrounding his fingers, very much like a hot bitch's mouth all around his throbbing cock.
He was satisfied now, but had a strong demanding urge to piss out all of that damn beer. He shut the light in the kitchen and made his way quietly up the stairs to take that well deserved piss. He barely made it to the toilet, fumbled with his zipper, and with his cock half out, let loose his hot piss for what seemed like an eternity. It rushed its way though his cock splashing violently into the toilet bowl. He sighed with relief as he shook the last droplets from his wilting red prick. That cock had become his most important possession, he took great pride in it, it gave him such a great sense of power and manhood. It made him special.
Billy left the bathroom quietly and made his way down the hallway towards his bedroom, he didn't get very far. He was stopped by noises coming from his sister's room, what he heard was a distinct human sound that could only be one thing. Shit, was his cunt sister that stupid that she brought one of her many fucks home with her, was she actually fucking some punk dude in their house. Oh man, was she ever a lame cock-sucking bitch. His anger was boiling hot, the sluggish effect of the beer was gone now. He wanted to bust right into that cunt's bedroom, and beat the shit out of her and that bastard guy that she brought into their private space. He walked forcefully, but quietly toward her door, wanting to surprise them in the act, having the upper hand. Billy stopped at the door, it was closed, but the sounds were not cut off by that. From the sound of it, Billy figured he could open the door, slightly, without attracting their attention, he was right. He gasped at what he saw, his face showed an expression of horror, his fingers dug into the wood of the doorframe, and he stiffened all over. This was even worse then what he first had thought. His stepfather, that dirty bastard, it was him! Billy stared for a few more seconds and then he pushed himself away from the door. Stumblingly he backed down the hallway to his room, and fell into his bed hardly breathing, he lay on his back staring at the ceiling, mumbling. He couldn't decide who he hated most, his stepfather, or his sister. Minutes went by as he seethed with anger. He realized of course that his sister was the greatest offender. He knew about her reputation as a tease and a girl with hot pants, a real easy lay from what he heard around school, he could bet that she had provoked the incident. He kept seeing her writhing body, taking her stepfather's cock into her cunt. He could hear her moans ringing in his ears, it was all so vivid, it was almost as if she was in bed with him, Billy. Yes, yes, there in bed with him, her beautiful luscious body against him. At this thought, he could feel a strong sensation in his groin, his cock pulsed, a wave of desire shot through him. He quickly dragged his pants and underpants down, kicking them off to the floor. His cock was stiffening, the head reaching up for the ceiling. He cupped his balls with his moist hand, pulling them up tight together, another wave of pleasure shot through him, he couldn't resist the feeling.
A sob escaped from his lips. "Cindy ... you ... you bitch," he whimpered. His hand moved up from his balls and gripped his shaft, he squeezed it tightly thinking of Cindy, how much he now desired his older sister. How dare she fuck their stepfather, what a betrayal it was! Billy knew she had quite a reputation and she sure did look hot, and if she wasn't his sister he would have jumped on her a long time ago. Not to mention all the shit he had to go through with his buddies. They all wanted to fuck that cunt, and he defended her, he even got into a couple fights over the whole thing, they really wanted to get at her, and now look what she was doing, while he was being a protective brother, well fuck that little bitch.
While Billy's anger heightened, so did his cock, it was really going crazy, jumpin' around and throbbing, oh would he like to stick it into her right now, just shove it all the way up that cock sucking bitch's cunt. Well, why shouldn't he, if she could do it with that bastard of a stepfather, that prick, who did he think he was? It was one thing or another ever since he'd come into their house. Billy had been feeling more like an outsider all the time, and he belonged there, he was flesh and blood for Christ's sake, and this guy George was just a stranger, a fucking stranger. And now this! How could Cindy do it, Billy seethed. Did George force her, rape her? Or did the teasing bitch want him to do it to her all along, had they been plotting behind his mother's back? Shit, he couldn't let her know about it, she'd go nuts. He would have to deal with this one himself, he would have to mete out justice to these creeps. He would deal with Cindy first, as soon as she was alone, he would give her a chance to tell her side of the story, not that he would believe any of her lies. If she didn't come up with the right answers, he was going to beat that bitch silly. He'd show that slutty little bitch a thing or two, he'd show her who was boss, and he'd show her that he couldn't be treated like a little boy any more. He'd show her! His hand was clasping his rock hard cock and moving violently up and down, automatically. His prick was covered with a layer of warm jism, and more was still oozing out over the swollen head of his cock.
Billy heard his stepfather's footsteps heading back to his mother's bedroom, now was his chance. He'd just tell that fucking cunt sister of his a thing or two. He rose from his bed, his cock still hard. anger flaring along with lust. He moved swiftly to the doorway, peered out, all was quiet in the hallway. He went out there, took a step forward and stopped, he balled his hands into fists, he opened the right hand and wrapped his fingers around his prick. His cock was hard as a rock, it was stickier and wetter with jism than ever. He sucked in a deep breath and proceeded slowly one step at a time.
He reached his sister's bedroom, the door was shut now. He looked down the hall to his mother's room, then he turned to face Cindy's door and put his hand on the knob, he turned it slowly, quietly, soundlessly he pushed the door open. He didn't move until the door was almost completely open, then he stepped through it, into her room.
There was just a small night light on in her room. He turned to close the door himself, as silently as he'd opened it. Keeping his eyes focused on the dim outline of the bed, he felt back for the wall switch. He paused another moment, ground his teeth back and forth and tensed his lower stomach.
His anger was doing a number on him. It was making his cock come to a full erection again. His cock hovered, bobbing out in front of him like stiletto, a deadly weapon.
Then his finger flicked up on the wall switch. The room seemed to explode with light as if from a flashbulb, the effect startled both of them, but Cindy, or course, most of all. She gasped, and her pretty blue eyes widened like saucers.
"Billy!" she exclaimed, swallowing noisily as she saw him.
Billy glared at her, fire in his eyes, his hands now both fists, knuckles bright white.
"Wh-what ... what are you doing in here Billy?" she asked him, still breathless from the surprise. "You scared the Dickens out of me. Are you nuts or something? What's wrong, anyway?" She was calming down now, becoming aware of both their nakedness. Her, eyes focused on Billy's cock hanging out, almost fully erect, then she glanced down at herself, at her golden pussy and her plump creamy tits. She put a hand up over her chest, covering the nipples of both tits. It wasn't much, but it was a gesture towards modesty.
"So, what is it you want, Billy?" she asked her brother. He moved towards her. He took a breath before speaking, and cleared his throat.
"I want to talk to you, Cindy," he said, trying to hide any sign of emotion, but inwardly his blood was racing, both from anger at her, and from the returning wave of lust as he saw her gorgeous naked body. It was harder to disguise the lust of course, with his cock standing stiff and throbbing wildly as he watched her.
"Yeah, well, what do you want to talk about? Cindy asked, now getting impatient and a little spooked.
She loved her brother sometimes, but sometimes he was a wiseguy and a real pain in the ass. He could be such a little creep, especially when he was around his weirdo buddies. They did nothing all day, but take drugs, drink beer, beat up fairies, rob little old ladies, and rape beautiful women, and they called that having a good time, the punks. But she did like him sometimes, especially when he shared his drugs with her.
She wondered if he wasn't fucked up now. He looked so strange. She had never seen him acting this weird before. It frightened her a little, God, what was he doing walking around with his clothes off, his big cock sticking up in the air like that. He didn't seem able to speak, to explain his strange entrance into her room in the middle of the night.
"Okay, I'll tell you," he said tonelessly, after a long pause. "I want an explanation Cindy. I want to know what the fuck ..." he started to seethe as soon as he began talking. "What the fuck you were doing in here with that fucking bastard George? I want to know whose idea it was for you two to have that little get-together ... I want to know Cindy ... I want ... you fucking bitch, I want to know!" He let out a sob that went through his whole body, a sob that seemed to contract all his muscles, and then he growled like a maddened animal.
He lunged forward at her and onto the bed.
"Answer me bitch, answer me," he growled at her angrily, frighteningly, he grabbed her around the throat, and throttled her. Cindy panicked, she tried to scream, but he cut it off, squeezing her throat tighter. Her tongue hung out of her mouth for moment, and she gagged.
Billy let go his grip with one hand, and slapped that hand across one of Cindy's rosy cheeks. She gasped and looked at him horrified. He slapped her again, and then a third time.
"Bitch, tell me about it! Tell me about the shit you were doing with George. I suppose you're going to try to deny it, tell me it was his fault, that you weren't working on him all this time ... oh God, you are such a fucking cockteasing bitch! Go on, deny it, deny it!"
Cindy gasped, "No, I ... yes, but Billy please ... it's like this--" She was out of breath. He had only just then released his grip on her throat, before she could say anything Billy snarled at her frighteningly.
"You'll give it to anybody, won't you?" he said to her. "You tramp you fucking tramp! Well, shit ... you can give it to me too, then. Heh, why not, I'd like a piece of that pretty ass too. I can fuck you just as good as he can, think I can't?" He grabbed her tits, digging his nails into the soft flesh, he felt the nipples harden against his palm. "Heh? Want me to show you ... I'll show you bitch, I'll show you who's the better fuck."
Billy mashed his lips against her neck, his body squirming up all over her. He shivered as he felt her body naked, and hot beneath him. His cock slid up between her thighs, the head grazing against her pubic hairs, he kissed her passionately all over her face. His tongue slid out of her mouth and he kissed and bit his way to the side of her neck. He looked down and grabbed her ass kneading the flesh with both hands.
"You have a beautiful ass, for such a bitch!" he said, his voice sounding in semi awe, and semi hatred. His fingers caressed her fanny, circling around and around on the twin cheeks, slowly sliding into the valley, and into her taut asshole.
Cindy caught her breath as the nail of his index finger poked her anus. She spread her legs apart, opening the ass cheeks farther, letting him press the finger deeper inside the valley.
"Do it," Cindy moaned. "Go on and do it, Billy. Stick your finger in my ass."
"Yes, Cindy," he said in a strange tone, he was smiling sarcastically, teasingly. He held her cheeks open wide apart with one hand, and with the other proceeded to invade her rectum. There was no lubrication involved here, so it was not exactly the most painless operation, Billy knew that, and the thought excited him more and more.
Cindy groaned twice, and Billy took this sign to push his finger deeper and deeper into her tight dirt track. When he had his finger all the way inside of her, he let her ass cheeks close around it and moved his free hand to her front. He brushed the flat of his hand across her pussy and then slid a finger across the meat.
"Stick you fingers into my cunt, too, Billy," Cindy gasped.
He fondled her cunt, threading his strong young fingers through meat and hair.
She began to drool. Cindy could hear the liquid squeak of his fingers sliding over the love juice. She twitched, and gasped, and ground against him.
"Do it to me, baby!"
He did it. He stiffened two fingers and shoved them up her cunt as deep as he could. She closed her thighs on the invading digits and shivered at the hard pressure. A stream of her juices flowed out over his hand, and her clitoris grew erect.
After some awkward maneuvering, he was able to pump in her cunt, and the one in her asshole back and forth in a very effective rhythm. Her insides began to turn to warm jelly. She threw her head from side to side, and let out a sigh of delight.
"Damn, come on, baby, I've got to have it, right now, in my hands!" Cindy grabbed his cock with both hands. It was already twitching and hard with erection. She stroked at it a few times, and as his fingers slid out of her damp box, she slid downward on the bed and pulled the heavy cock up to her lips. She rolled her tongue around on it, touching the tip to the wet glans and slicing down the underside till she touched some of his wiry pubic hair.
"Yes, yes, suck," Billy grunted.
She moved back to the cockhead and took it between her lips. She nibbled on it and gradually sucked it into her mouth. Then she began sucking in earnest, pumping back and forth, feeling him getting harder and harder with every oral stroke. Billy moaned and groaned and his whole body shook. Cindy was getting so excited, her own little brother, and just after George, all in one night. What a dynamite chick she was!
She slid her tongue over his balls, stopping and kissing each tenderly. She slid back to the base of his cock, pressing her lips hard against his pubic hairs. Then back up, sucking tightly, feeling the blood boil, the vein throb, the meat expand against the sides of her mouth.
"Oh, ooooh, yes, suck it, Cindy, suck my hot dick. Mmmmmm, yes, that's it, do it, you cunt. Suck me, suck me, suck my cock dry ..."
Billy could be so dramatic sometimes. She pounded up and down, back and forth on his huge prong, making the juices flow from it like water from a faucet. The liquidy sound her mouth made as it slid back and forth on the juicing pole was very erotic.
"Mmmmm ... much more like that, and I don't think I'll be able to hold back any longer."
"Don't worry Billy," Cindy said as she rolled off the head and tongued the slit. "Don't worry, I'm in full control."
"But I'm not," he said.
Cindy chuckled and slid back over the prick, down to the base quickly up again, over and over. Billy shivered. He thrust his cock out of her and groaned and pushed his hand back through her hair pulling it tightly.
"Ohhhhhh, yes, yes, God, that is good, that is so good, you fucking cunt, so good!"
Up and down, up and down, she sucked his thick young hardy cock, from the mushroom head to the thick root. And all the while her own excitement increased, her pussy still drooling, now a real flood, sticky and steaming hot. She wanted him to reach down and stick his fingers back into it, but was all right. In a minute she would finish sucking him and let him stick that cock into her pussy. The sensations would be out of this world-that was worth waiting for.
Up and down. She kept her eyes open and watched the heaving meat as it slid back and forth between her lips. This wouldn't be so bad, she told herself, having her little brother Billy around, when she needed a cock to sink her teeth into.
Up and down, up and down.
"Ohhhhh!" Billy moaned. "Yes, yes, suck it, suck it, suck it, suck my fat cock!"
Cindy was thoroughly excited. Up and down, up and down on the thick prick, sucking, drinking the metallic, sparkling fluid, feeling it warm in her belly, sliding down through her system till it felt like his seed was mingling with the hot juices boiling in her pussy. Up and down, again and again, rising, tonguing the swollen head, playing with the sticky, frothing glans, swallowing him up, sinking to the base, nearly gagging on all of the prick inside her, feeling her tonsils vibrate over the pulsing, spewing head.
"Ayyyyyy! Oh, oh, Cindy! Yes, yes, it's good, don't stop, no, no, don't stop ... I think I'm going to come, I'm going to ..."
Cindy knew it was time to slow down if she had any intentions of getting his wad inside her cunt. She rose slowly to the tip and then squeezed her lips hard against the cockhead. This was an old trick she'd learned to use to stop the orgasmic flow. It quiets the man down for a moment and sends his jism back down into his balls until needed, or things got out of hand.
She stroked up and down, very slowly, but with a steady rhythm, letting the veins throb out once more. She sucked in a corkscrewing style, twisting from side to side as she moved up and down.
The time was at hand now, and she rose up, kissed the wet knob and sat back.
"Don't stop, Cindy, oh please," Billy moaned at her, throwing his head back in ecstasy.
"I want you to fuck me now, Billy," she said. "My cunt is so hot, I can't stand it another minute."
He swallowed hard and nodded his head. "Yes, yes, let me fuck you, Cindy. I'll do it good, better than that pig George. I'll fuck you damn good!"
"You'd better," she chuckled, still grabbing at his cock, preparing for insertion.
They knelt on the bed looking at each other, what a great brother and sister team they were. They embraced, she played with his cock and he stuck three of his strong fingers back inside her pussy. She was so wet that she coated his fingers with a layer of her sticky love juice the second he touched her. He pushed the fingers in hard and then slid them back slowly, holding the palm up stiffly so that it abraded her bulging clitoris.
"OOoohhh," she moaned softly, closing her eyes for a moment. "God, yes, that's good, that's very good ..."
She jerked on his cock at the same time, up and down, feeling his sperm flow over her fingers. They both could have climaxed like that, jerking each other off, but, she thought, they both would prefer to move on to the big number. So she released her hold on his dick and his fingers slid back from her pussy.
"Come on, fuck me, Billy, fuck me as hard as you can with that big dick."
He nodded excitedly.
She lay back on the bed and opened her legs. Billy took a solid hold of his organ, shaking it from side to side as he crept closer, up between Cindy's wonderful burning hot thighs. She looked down at it, and it looked so huge and so beautiful that she whimpered in anticipation of feeling it enter her heaving, drooling pussy hole.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Come on, stick it in me, Billy," she moaned.
He moaned back, gulped a few times and thrust his hips slowly forward until the head of his cock touched her pussy lips. He rubbed his huge organ up and down on her opening, across the curly blonde hairs and the pulsing lips.
"Please, Please," she urged him. "Stick it in, stick it into me! Fuck me!"
"Yes ... Yes!
Cindy held her cunt up at him, lifting her ass off the soft bed an inch or two. He fitted the head of the cock inside her twat lips, held it there for a long, agonizing moment, making her jump and twitch and moan, and then suddenly thrust up and in, slicing his prick through her. It felt like she was being knifed, stabbed right in the cunt. It felt so big and so sharp and hard.
"Unnnnggggg! Oh, yes, yes, Billy, that's good! That feels so good. Don't stop. All the way, fuck it right to me, rip my cunt apart, damn you fuck my brains out, oh, oh, ohhhh!"
He pushed in till every inch of him was through her and then he pulled back. She swayed wildly around him, quivering and gasping, feeling like she was being completely emptied as the heaving thick prick left her pouch.
Her cunt convulsed while he lingered, poised outside the entrance of her pussy. And then, with another sudden movement, he jammed forward again, in, in, in, all of him, right up into her womb with his huge lance. It was thrilling, Cindy couldn't control herself. She spasmed, losing all coordination as he fucked her, back and forth with that prick in her cunt, faster and harder, driving her crazy.
"God, Ohhhhhhhh! That's wonderful, fantastic, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me to death, you beautiful man, yes, yes, faster, faster, harder, mmmmmmmmmmm! Christ!"
Billy was starting to lose some of his composure, too. His breath came short and she could see his body rippling with the strain. He stretched his head back till he was looking at the ceiling and then he bit her shoulder stifling a cry of passion. He was afraid from the intensity he read into that cry that it was all over and that he was going to come then and there. But luckily it was only the violent response to a particularly intense wave of pleasure as her cunt latched on to him and twisted around on the pumping heaving prick.
"Gaaaaaaaa!"
His hands went up along the bottom of her thighs until he was grabbing on to her buttocks. He spread her cheeks apart wide and she felt something akin to a draft against her suddenly exposed anus. She hoped he would stick his finger back in there while he was fucking her.
He scratched and caressed the wide, heavy twin moons of her fanny, pulling the cheeks farther apart and then moving in. He was going for it and she nearly died of excitement. She closed her eyes and put out for him, lifting her crotch up and surrounding his cock with her pussy as he slammed down, thrusting his meat through her like a skewer.
His fingers scratched across the hairs surrounding her asshole and the back of her pussy. She groaned and shook. His middle finger finally touched against her asshole. She quivered convulsively. The finger pushed in and she strained with all her might to open her sphincter to him. It did open and he pushed in, getting the tip of his finger into her asshole. She couldn't hold open for long, and then it closed tight, snapping at him like pincers.
"God, be careful you don't break my finger," he gasped. "It might be difficult to explain to mother ..."
She tried to use a little more control, but she did want him fingering her asshole, and she told him so.
"Keep it there, Billy ... mmm ... yes, stick it into my ass, push it all the way ..."
He pushed it in again, all the while pounding rhythmically at her with his cock. Her ass was too dry and tight. But he slid his finger up to the edges of her cunt, which were far from dry. She felt him wiping up the froth that clung to the edges of her cunt lips.
Then he slid the finger back and wiped some of her sexual honey off on the anus. Gradually he was able to slide it into her, more and more till he had the whole finger inside and began to pump it back and forth.
She started to come apart, her cunt and asshole both on fire as he fucked her harder and harder, harder and harder, harder than ever.
"Ooooohhhhhhhh! Yes, yes, yes, that's good, that's so good, fuck me, fuck my hot cunt, finger my asshole! Oh, Jesus, that's so beautiful!"
He put his free hand at the middle of her legs and pressed them back farther, till they were practically behind her head. This opened her cunt still more and seemed to let her take even more of his charging cock inside her.
The waves began. The were small at first, gently rocking her body, but they quickly grew, higher and higher, crashing against her, knocking her senseless, making her dazed. She closed her eyes and rolled with them, shaking, moaning enjoying the steady flow of pleasure.
"Mmmmmmm, ohhhhh, it's so good, Billy, so good. Don't stop yet. Keep it going, that's the way, nice and smooth. God, I'm losing my mind, mmmmmmmm ... oooohhhhhh! Shit, yes, that's it, harder, harder!"
He growled. He bared his teeth like they were fangs and slashed them at the air.
In, out, each pump unleashed a flow of pleasure through her, more and more. She lifted up so violently, in the throes of an orgasmic convulsion, that his finger fell out of her asshole. But it was all right. She didn't need any extras at that point. She was flying just from the steady, heaving pressure of his cock rippling through her, back and forth, in and out, on and on and on.
"Ooooooohhhhhh!" she gasped as the highest wave of all flowed over her.
Her thighs closed tightly against him. She wanted to lock his prick inside her forever. She didn't care if it was Billy or George or anybody, just that it was a prick, a hard throbbing male organ that she wanted to possess, to have as her own forever.
"I'm going to come," Billy groaned at her. His hands clutched wildly at her ass, scratching for a hold on her cheeks. "Yes, yes, oh my God, I'm going to fucking come ... I'm going to come ... I can't hold back any longer ..."
It didn't matter if he came then, Cindy couldn't feel any better than she did right now. Each thrust of his cock set off fireworks in her cunt.
She could feel his cock expanding, getting ready to explode. She clamped her cunt tight around his cock and waited for the explosion.
Cindy closed her eyes and was tossed around and around by the crashing waves of pleasure. "Oh, God, yes, yes, Jesus, that's good, Billy, it's all right. Shoot it, fill my hot pussy with your burning seed. Mmmmmmmmm!"
"Yes, yes, yeeeeeeeeeeeeee ..."
His thrusts became faster, faster, incredibly fast and hard. She closed her cunt tighter around him, trying to hold the cock in, but losing the battle. And then she knew that he was at his end. The cock seemed as if it had suddenly grown twice as fat and twice as hot.
"Gaaaaaa ... now!" he screamed.
"Unnnnnngggggggg!"
She was just reaching her own peak. They were climaxing together and it was marvelous.
"Ohhhhhhh! Fucking God, it's good, it's good, yes," Cindy panted, shaking all over as the lance pierced her, shot in and out of her quaking cunt. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, my cunt. Oh Billy! Oooooh, baby yes!"
The come burst against her cunt walls. She felt like she had been shot, but with something wonderful, some wonderful substance that after the initial violent force of it, seemed to turn into a magical fluid that tingled and warmed her insides.
"Mmmmmmm, yes, yes," she whimpered, clutching at him, pulling him closer to her. She kissed him all over his face, his eyes, nose, his lips. She pushed her tongue into his ear, and she could feel the intensity of his response to this addition as he lurched up tighter and shot off another burst of steaming, burning sexual seed.
"Wow, Cindy, you sure are one fuck of a woman!"
In any case, no way could she have felt more at peace with the world than she just did as his prick finished exploding and their bodies began to calm, their shivers stop, and their moans becoming soft whimpers as they tried to catch their breath. She closed her eyes and rested her head back against her soft pillow.
"Well, how was that!" Billy challenged. "I hope I wasn't a disappointment." he said sarcastically.
Cindy touched her brother's cheek. "You're a very good lover, Billy."
Chapter 6
George was now settled into his bed, feeling very content, and totally satisfied, sexually, that is. Esther lay next to him, sleeping soundly. George was glad of that, there was no way he could possibly be more fulfilled. He lay there relaxing, thinking of Cindy, that wonderful little cunt. Her soft body was something he had not experienced since he was ... well, a number of years ago anyway. What a tender sweet pussy she had, and those tits of hers, they stood up with the strength that only is found in the young, much different than the already sagging breasts of his wife. Next to Cindy, Esther's age showed much more intensely. But Cindy, oh how he loved that body, how he loved sticking his over-active cock into her seemingly always hot, wet pussy. His cock stirred at the thought of that cunt. He almost felt ready for her again.
"Jesus," he mumbled out loud. Then he glanced at his wife, making sure he hadn't wakened her. He didn't mean for any words to escape from his mouth, but it seemed he was losing all kinds of control. But knowing he was safe, he smiled, and let out a little chuckle. His cock was stirring, God, what that little bitch could do to him, even he was amazed at his new surge of virility.
George's hand slid down to his cock, it was thickening and rolling from side to side, frisky, ready for more action. He put his fingers right around the shaft and squeezed, oh yeah that felt good, he sighed, smiling to himself in the darkness of the bedroom. He thought of Cindy's hard nipples against his chest, already longing to feel them again. The thoughts, the memories of her were intense and affecting, but they were no substitute for the real thing, her warm young flesh, her stiff nipples, smooth round ass, silky cunt hair, and the cunt itself, that deep tight hot hole of hers. He wished he could be with her whenever he wanted with no risks. Like now, for instance. He wanted to go right back in there now. He wanted to rush back into bed with her and feel her smooth thighs pressing into his hips as he thrust his cock into her. He wanted to feel the hot juices flowing from her, knowing they were just for him. What if he had married her instead of Esther, no, this was definitely the best of both worlds. Cindy could hardly take care of him in any other way, although sexually she was by far the best.
His thoughts were interrupted by a sound coming from down the hall. He concentrated, trying to listen more closely. Again he heard it, it was a distinctly human sound. The more he concentrated, the more details he could pick up. Yes, he thought he heard a voice that time. A couple of words, they weren't clear, but he was sure someone was saying something down the hall. Maybe Billy or Cindy was on the telephone. But no, that couldn't be. He remembered that the kids didn't have telephones in their bedrooms.
Maybe Billy brought home a girl for the night, though he didn't see how a brat like Billy could attract any girl, unless maybe it was his school's slut.
But then he heard a voice rising for a moment, clearer than the other sounds he had heard. Was it Cindy? He straightened up in the bed. He strained his ears now, his breath speeding up, what the hell could it be? It was Cindy, he was sure, well almost sure.
Whether or not it was, he felt compelled to go investigate. Checking once more that Esther was still sleeping, he slid out of the bed. He eased his way out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him. He began walking slowly and quietly down the hall, so as not to alert anyone. He would find out just what the hell was going on.
He made his way straight to Cindy's bedroom door, and stopped, listening to the noises within, he became instantly enraged by what he realized had to be going on in there. His hand shot to the doorknob and he threw it open.
Inside sister and brother were fucking like wild animals. His blood was boiling, not as it was earlier, with anger now, instead of lust. He rushed into the room, glaring, his eyes ablaze. Out of control. He felt almost dizzy with the anger that swept over him. He looked at them there, fucking away, and he saw red. He wanted to kill them both. It was the last thing he wanted to have happen.
Things had been so nice, so very nice. He had been lying in bed fantasizing about the life he was going to have, his little harem where he would be fucking his older wife as well as his younger stepdaughter, his much younger stepdaughter. He thought he was going to have her as his private little mistress. What a fantasy that was going to be, to have his own teenaged mistress living right there in the house with his own wife, and the wife financing the whole enterprise. But his fantasy had blown up in his face when he opened the door and saw the two of them fucking.
He couldn't quite decide what he felt, but he only knew it was anger and disgust at the way he felt he had been betrayed by his stepdaughter. There she was fucking her own brother, for God's sake! What worse thing could he possibly have seen. It disgusted and angered him and he wanted to kill both the culprits, beat them to death.
And, in fact, he made a pretty good try at just that, lunging towards them at the bed.
"You bastards, you dirty bastards," he cried out at them. "I'll kill the both of you ... you, Billy, you dirty stinking seducer, you made her do this!"
Cindy shook her head in disbelief. This was like a weird repeat of just a few minutes before, when her brother had stormed in on her and accused her and threatened her in the same way, Billy having seen her fucking with George earlier. It was so crazy that she almost had to laugh, but George's rage scared any laughter out of her now.
He punched at them both. Cindy put her hand in her mouth to stifle the scream that almost came out of her ... She scrambled back away from him.
George increased his attack, centering it on Billy. The boy fought back, giving punch for punch at first, but he was no match for the older and bigger man. Billy scrambled off the bed and started moving for the door.
"Come back here, you bastard!" George cried at him and leaped off the bed, giving pursuit.
Billy was in the hallway. George made a leap for him, and almost tackled him before the boy slid out of his grip and rushed down the hall to his room. He slammed the door and George heard the click of it locking. He cursed and then turned to go back into Cindy's room to argue it out with her, but now her door was also closed. He tried the handle but it was locked. The bitch had locked him out.
"Bitch, open that door," he whispered through it.
She made no response. He was afraid to raise his voice or make more of a scene than he already had for fear of waking up his wife. He didn't want that. For all his anger he still had the common sense not to let his wife get wind of what was going on. He wanted to take care of the problem all by himself. That was the only way to handle this particular tricky situation, he was sure.
If his wife found out she would probably flip out ... What mother wouldn't go crazy if she found out that her two children were fucking each other. But it was not just some sort of sympathy for his wife that he was feeling. He figured that when his wife investigated the scandalous info that he could bring her she would end up finding out that he too had been fucking the very-available Cindy. And then, his gravy train would make its last stop.
As it was, George had some ideas for the future. He was contemplating methods of removing his lovely wife after he had himself made the major beneficiary in her will. But there was plenty of time to get around to that sort of stuff. Right now he was not having such a bad time. She was good to him and eager to please and she wasn't bad to look at even if she was forty or so, and she was eager and active in bed. He had to pat himself on the back for lucking into a situation as pleasant as this one.
And it would be all the more pleasant if he could keep things going with Cindy. But the bitch shouldn't have pulled something like this over on him. That was really a dirty trick. The horny tramp. Her bed was probably still warm from his visit when she was inviting her brother in for a tumble. That really hurt. Damn her. He would have to do something to get back at her for that. But he would try to be careful. He didn't want his wife getting involved in this thing at all.
He walked back to their bedroom door and slipped inside as quietly as he could. He closed the door behind him.
"George?" he heard a familiar voice call out of the darkness of the bedroom. "Is that you, George?"
He gulped and answered weakly. "Y-yes, it's me, dear," he said to her then.
He wondered how long she had been awake, if she had heard anything of the commotion in the other room.
"What are you doing there, George? Where have you been?" she asked him. Her voice was very sleepy.
"Just, uh, out to the kitchen for a glass of milk, dear ... And now I'm back to you, my precious."
"Oh, good," she sighed contentedly. "Come on then, I want to feel you next to me, so warm and strong."
George joined her in the bed again. They lay together spoon fashion. Esther fell back to sleep at once.
George didn't go to sleep right away, though. He was feeling excited. His cock was twitching as he thought of that beautiful blonde girl in the other room. God, how he had loved fucking her before. His cock grew as he thought of it, and it pressed up against Esther's wide, round ass. Even though she was not really a substitute for her daughter, George enjoyed the feel of his cock against his wife's fleshy ass. He pressed deeper, sliding into her, feeling her pubic hair. Oh, yes, that was good. It took his mind off Cindy for the moment. He slid his cock around, feeling Esther's dampness. His cock pressed into her pussy hole and then he was all the way in. It felt very good, and he let his cock throb around inside her pussy like that for a minute. Then he began to fuck. But when he began to fall into a rhythm and could let his mind wander, he thought of Cindy, of her big tits and round ass, and he wanted it to be her ass his cock was plowing through and not Esther's.
He went on fucking for another couple of minutes and then Esther came to in a dreamy sort of way. She moaned and expressed delight at what he was doing. She moaned some more and wiggled her ass back against him as he fucked.
Chapter 7
George couldn't see straight the next morning. All he could think about was his extraordinary good and bad luck the day before. He had been furious with Cindy the night before when he found her fucking around with her brother, Billy. But in the light of morning he was thinking more selfishly about his own needs, and he realized that he didn't really profit any by staying mad at the girl. What he had to do was forgive her and get back on the track he had been on with her when he left the bed they shared a little before her brother climbed into it. He wondered if they had been getting it on for long, Billy and Cindy. Then he told himself to block that out of his mind. All that was important was that he get back to fucking with Cindy. And that was exactly what he did do, when they had a talk and he told her that he would forget what he saw as long as they could continue their relationship. It was a relationship, however, that proved to be doomed. That night while they were fucking, Esther was disturbed from her sleep and went to investigate the noise that was coming from her daughter's room. She found her husband screwing her daughter from behind, his hands around her big tits, as he jammed his dick in and out, in and out. She had screamed in horror. The two guilty parties stared in shock as they realized they had been found out. Esther locked herself in her room that night, while George spent most of it in the hall pleading to be let in. In the morning she threw the both of them out of the house and told them never to come within sight of her again as long as they lived.
Esther had been working on a bottle of Scotch for most of the day. She was pretty well out of it now. She talked to herself, and cursed the rat of a husband she had had the bad luck to marry. She mumbled and shouted, lurching about the house, from one room to another, trying to get the bad feelings out of her brain, but finding no escape from them.
"That bastard, that fucking bastard. How could he do this to me? How could he? After everything I did for you. I gave you everything you wanted, everything you asked for ... I denied you nothing, you cheating, lying, fucking bastard! Goddamn you, you prick! You played your little game with my daughter behind my back and thought you could get away with it, but I caught you, I caught you, prick! But maybe that wasn't the first time, huh, George, dear? Maybe you've been doing that all along. If not with my daughter then with some other young chick you charmed into letting you fuck her. Maybe you handed out some of those used vacuum cleaners of yours and got away with it like that, huh? You prick!"
She lurched against a wall, pushed herself back from it, lost her balance and sprawled across the arm of the couch and then straight back across it. She gasped from exertion. She sighed and stretched her legs out. She was wearing only a very thin wrapper, a light blue silk thing that was almost completely transparent. Her tits bounced from side to side as she rolled onto the couch. The nipples were thick and long and almost sticking right through the sheer silk. When she sprawled back on the couch her legs spread. Her left leg went onto the floor. The wrapper opened at her middle and her fat, hairy pussy was left exposed. What difference did it make? she asked herself. Why shouldn't I act like a tramp? Everybody else was doing it for Christ's sake! Her own daughter. Yes, she was guilty as her husband. What had she done wrong to the child, how had she brought her up so badly that she would do something like this to her own mother? Esther asked herself.
She had been privately jealous of her daughter for some time, if the truth be known. Esther knew that it wasn't really fair to feel that way, and there was nothing the child had done in any definite way she could explain to somebody that would account for the way she felt, but she had certainly felt it, jealous and threatened by the gorgeous, voluptuous teenager she had given birth to. And when George had come into the picture, those feelings had increased. After all, George was much younger, and he himself was used to younger women than Esther, certainly. On top of that, Cindy was just naturally a flirt, and she liked to run around the house in various states of undress, including total nudity.
Selfishly, she actually felt good when, after she married George, Cindy proceeded to give her new husband the cold shoulder. That had relieved her somewhat. She didn't want to have to deal with Cindy pouring on the charm with George and possibly making him less happy with his older wife. But Cindy showed herself to be highly unimpressed with George, and while Esther told George that she was annoyed by her daughter's behavior to the new state of affairs, she was inwardly pleased. Then things started to change. She should have sensed the new turn of events would lead to something like this, but she had been lulled into a feeling of false-security and nearly forgot all of her old fears and jealousies about her daughter. She should have known better, she told herself. As soon as Cindy started acting nicer to George she should have realized that things were starting to take their inexorable course that could only lead to the destruction of the marriage.
"Dammit! Fuck them all!" she cried out, bringing her glass back to her lips and sucking the last drops of Scotch out of them. "My husband ... ha! He made a mockery of the word. And my daughter ... I never want to see her as long as I LIVE! She may think that I'm joking about that, but I'm not. No. Not by a long shot. If she thinks I'm gonna forgive her after a few days and ask her to come back home, then she is in for one fucking big surprise!" Esther shouted, as if there was someone off in the distance, perhaps Cindy herself, who she was trying to let hear these declarations.
She reached over for the bottle she had set down on the coffee table. As she reached for it she dropped her glass with the ice in it, the cubes falling onto the rug.
"Oh fuck!" she exclaimed. She swayed and nearly fell off the edge of the couch. "Ah ... who needs a glass. I'm done with being a lady, Goddammit! What's the use? See what it got me to be a nice respectable lady, for God's sake?"
She grabbed hold of the bottle by the neck and brought it to her lips. She burped and then stuck the bottle in her mouth, swigging down a long gulp of whiskey. She coughed and drooled as she brought the bottle away from her mouth. Her eyes looked bleary. She was shaking and moved back against the couch. She heaved a sigh. She lifted a leg up, leaning it against the back of the couch. This left her pussy open even more. She looked down at her cunt. Her plump, gleaming pink pussy certainly showed no signs of age. She was a sexy, desirable woman. She told herself that it was not a rejection of her own worth and desirability as a woman, but just her bad luck to marry a philanderer and have a Quisling of a daughter in her own house. But as much as she told herself that, her drunken pathetic mind kept arguing that it was a personal rejection, that it was her own fault because she could not be enough of a woman to hold her husband's interest. Maybe she wasn't desirable. Maybe she wasn't a good fuck. Maybe no man could keep a sexual interest in her. She became delirious with self-pity.
She became aware of the direction her mind was going but she seemed unable to halt the pitying, destructive movement. No, she didn't see anyway she could do it alone. She needed a second party, another voice to bring her out of it, to show her she was a desirable, sexy woman, someone who could attract a man's interest and not just his mercenary desires for her money. Like George, that bastard. That was all he wanted, just her money and nothing more.
She wanted somebody to come into the living room with her there and love her and be nice to her, and have no motive for that love, only a sincere appreciation of her worth. If only some gentle knight like that could show up she felt that everything would be okay. He could kiss her and hold her ... and could make love to her and show her that she was still a desired, sexual being, that a man could get hard for her and enjoy fucking her. She sighed with hunger for such a man. Her fingers found their way to her open pussy and she touched herself. She grazed her finger over the meat and it made her shiver. She smiled. She had always been a responsive woman. The slightest touch on her pussy could make her start to whimper and pulse and drool her sticky love juice. And when a man shoved his cock into her then she went absolutely wild. She could start coming almost from the first minute a man would start fucking her. She loved sex, and that was why she felt such a paranoia about losing her desirability. She loved the idea of a man getting turned on by her, wanting to screw her and enjoying jamming his cock up her pussy and making her come. They always made her come, too. That was one of the things that made her such a good bed companion. No man looked like a bad lover when they were fucking Esther. They could all make her come, whether they were inept or not, big dicked or small.
She laughed. What was the use of dreaming like that. No gentle knight was going to come into the house and take her in his arms and make love to her as she lay there on her couch getting closer and closer to an alcoholic stupor.
"So what!" she called out, and then fell into a coughing fit. She reached for the bottle of Scotch and took another long swig from it. She gasped as she swallowed the whiskey down her throat. She closed her eyes. "So what if no man comes to rescue me ... who needs a man. I can make myself happy yes, all by myself. I don't need any goddamned cock to make me feel good. I can just use my fingers. Yeah, that's fine, just fine. I can do all right by myself."
She fingered her pussy. She closed her eyes and moaned. She slid a finger inside her cunt. God, that felt good. She was so horny. It seemed crazy for her to be hot like that, when she felt so bad, her spirits so low. Well, she thought, it just went to show how sensuous she was, that she could still be feeling sexy when she should be cold as a fish.
She continued fondling her cunt. She slid two fingers deep inside her pussy and twirled them around and around. She moaned with rising passion. She jerked the fingers in an out several times. She could hear the squashing sound as her fingers moved through her bubbly, flowing cunt juices.
She shivered from head to toe. She raised a leg against the back of the couch even higher, making her cunt open wider. She pressed four fingers inside and jerked them back and forth, in and out of her quivering, drooling pussy hole.
She couldn't think of anything sexual to concentrate on while she masturbated. The man she had been fucking with for a while was the last man she wanted to think about now in a sexual context, even though they had shared some fabulous nights of love together. At least they had seemed fabulous to Esther. She could no longer vouch for whether he had really enjoyed their lovemaking sessions as much as he had said he did at the time. Back then it was all, "Esther, that was the best fuck I ever had. You are sensational in bed. It's a lucky thing I can keep from coming right from the word go, it feels so good inside that hot pussy of yours." Yes, he had said plenty, and it had all made her tingle and feel that she had made a damned good choice for a husband, and she was sure that they were going to be very happy, despite all her fears and jealousies of other younger women.
But all that was just dirt now, something to cry about or laugh about. She didn't know which to do just then. No, she didn't want to think about it at all. She just wanted to obliterate him from her mind completely. She wanted to put herself in a better mood. She wanted to give herself an orgasm. That would maker her feel good, ready to deal with life again, a nice, sizzling climax to straighten her out.
Concentrate, she told herself. Think sexy. She tried to think back to the lovers she had had before she met George. It seemed so long ago already. But she could remember some of them. She could remember one guy. He was a tall guy with sandy hair and a droopy mustache. Like George, he was several years younger than her. She found that at these singles bars where she bad been going since she became single again, the men who were her own age steered clear of her, as if someone from their own generation brought back too many bad memories or something they didn't want to be reminded of, either a bad marriage or perhaps just their advancing years. Or perhaps they were just more impressed by the young chicks who were so readily available to the older man who had an established job and plenty of money to spend on them. But it worked out all right, because there were all these attractive younger men who were intrigued by an older, wiser, more experienced woman, some of whom were like Esther and also had money to spend on their friends and lovers. It had bothered Esther a little, these dubious motivations she found herself assigning to her young boyfriends, but she didn't pay much attention to them. She was trying to have fun and not think of the implications or consequences. And she did get her kicks out of it. She enjoyed the freedom of being single and being able to have sex without guilt, though she was a little self-conscious about the subject in front of her children and was very cautious about bringing anyone home, making sure they left nice and early in the morning. Once her daughter had seen her bring someone home and Esther felt very strange for days after when she would be around Cindy. Generally, she liked to go to the man's home. That was neater and safer: if the man turned out to be some sort of Mr. Goodbar psychopath then at least she wouldn't be risking her children's lives as well as her own. But she never had anything to fear from the men she went with. They were all just fairly boring, very friendly young men out to get their rocks off and meet women in that order of priority. And most of them were pretty good in bed, or so it seemed to the easily pleasable Esther. She never found anybody that couldn't get it up for her, at least, and that was something. Her first husband had had a major problem in that area and this was probably the major factor in her dissatisfaction with the marriage.
She concentrated on that sandy-haired guy with the droopy mustache. She could almost remember what his cock looked like. It was one of the bigger ones she had seen. It was thick and long and felt extra hard inside her pussy when he slid it inside. She remembered being extremely wet and ready for him. She was so hot that night she would have fucked a midget. But she didn't have to settle for any dwarfs. Droopy mustache was a big man in every sense of the word. He had fucked her three, four times that night. Yes, she was remembering it in more detail now. She pushed her fingers though her pussy as she thought back on that night of love. She clutched her thighs tight against her drilling fingers. She moaned. It felt so good. But God, she thought, a real cock would be better. Someone of flesh and blood, warm and tender, who could hold her and squeeze her and make her feel a woman.
She felt a sudden rush of pleasure flow through her body, an unexpected little orgasm. It moved through her, tingling every part of her body. She quivered and moaned.
A man, if only a man was there to share this with her, to elevate this little climax into an earth-shattering one. She twisted and convulsed around her digging fingers.
There was a noise in the hallway that she barely heard, she was so wrapped up in her own emotions. It was the door closing. And then her son, Billy was in the room with her, staring at her, watching her masturbate.
"Billy," she said, watching him through bleary eyes. She gulped, swallowing hard, and smiled at him. "Oh Billy, my son, you're all I have left now ... come to me ... come over to me and let me hold you in my arms ..."
Billy stared at his mother, at her gaping pussy, at her fingers pressed there against her cunt. It was like some dirty fantasy he had had in bed in the dark on many a night. He moved over to her like a somnambulist, stumbling, his mouth hanging open, spittle hanging from the sides.
"Mom," he mumbled as he stepped towards her. He licked his lips. "I didn't know ... you were here." His words seemed a million miles away from him as he spoke them.
His mother didn't make any move to cover herself. Her fingers stopped their stabbing motions they had been making in her cunt when he walked in on her, but that was all. Her cunt still hung out lewdly for him to see.
He stared right there, at her open cunt. He wanted his mother, that was undeniable. He wanted her with every bit of desire he had in his young body. He constantly fantasized about lying naked beside her, touching her with hungry desire. He had always felt a guilt about this desire for her, but the desire would not go away, and right now he didn't even feel the guilt any more.
"Come over, darling, sit with me ..." He moved to the couch and slowly sat down on the edge. He tried not to look at the cunt, but he couldn't take his eyes off it. She was the most voluptuous, most desirable woman he had ever seen, he was quite sure of that. She smelled of alcohol. She had been drinking heavily. She was probably all broken up about the business with George and Cindy. Billy himself was glad they were gone, and he thought it was for the best in any case, but he understood that his mother would feel pretty bad about it just now. And he was going to comfort her as best he could.
He felt his cock growing hard as he watched her there.
"Here, darling, have a drink with me ... I'll give you a glass. It's on the floor at your feet there."
He picked up the spilled glass from before and held it out to her to unsteadily pour some whiskey into it. He thanked her and then took a long swallow of the liquor. He gulped as the fiery liquid went down his throat.
Esther tried to smile as she saw the serious look on her son's face. She didn't want him to think she was having a bad time of it and then feel bad for her.
"Hey," she smiled, "What's with the long face? Smile, won't you? I want to see a pretty face on you."
"I'm just worrying about you, mom, that's all," he said to her. "I don't want you feeling bad."
"NO, no.," she laughed. "Do I look like I'm feeling bad, darling? Look at me laughing here."
She was laughing but a sob escaped from her lips. She gulped. She shrugged her shoulders.
"I might be just a little upset, Billy, but I'm trying not to let it affect me, you know."
He nodded. His eyes glanced back at her cunt again. He licked his lips. Right then and there he wanted to shove his face down there between her creamy thighs. He wanted to stick his tongue right up her cunt hole and lick out all the juices that were flowing out of her and into her pubic hair. The thought alone gave him a throbbing hard-on.
"Oh, Billy," she said. "You have to be my big strong boy now. I guess I do need your help, darling. And I know that you'll be by my side, won't you dear?"
Billy nodded. He felt tears coming to his eyes but he fought them back. He felt love and lust colliding. He fell against her, putting his face to her big, luscious tits.
"Oh, Mom, I love you so much, so very much!" he cried. "You're the only person I want in the whole world."
As his face mashed against her tits, Esther shuddered and a rippling warmth raced through her crotch. The pressure of his head and some of his chest against her body was very pleasing and arousing. She couldn't help it. He was a man, and that was what she had been waiting for. And he loved her, and she was sure that it was a sincere love, not like that phony love that George had professed for her.
She patted him on the head and ran her fingers through his hair, pushing his face down against her tits so she could feel his mouth actually pressing into one of her erect nipples. It was a thrilling sensation for her. The warmth of his body pressed tightly against hers was stimulating and she shivered involuntarily as yet another spasm of pleasure raced through her whole-aroused body.
She felt an ache for him that was almost unbearable. She idealized him as someone pure, young enough so that he hadn't been poisoned by any bad relationship, could give love in a pure way, without plotting or scheming.
The liquor she had imbibed made her light-headed and easily thrilled. She was enjoying having her son as the source of her desire. It gave her a perverse delight that she was too drunk to analyze or think better of. Right now it seemed wonderful to have him in her arms, her own son, and yet someone she could feel a sexual passion for ... a desire for.
"My darling boy," she murmured absently, riding her hand up and down over his shoulders. "My big strong boy, that I love so much, that's so good to me, that loves me so much, my boy that wants me in every way ..."
A sudden, shocking desire now raced through her, for she realized that she was contemplating having sex with her own son. She realized that he was turning her on right now as much as any man ever turned her on in the past.
Her mind grew suddenly active and urgent with the image of her boy's naked body. She could see his hard lean frame, looking down across him as he lay over her. She closed her eyes for a moment and though about what he looked like with his clothes off. She had seen what his prick looked like and it was a thick, long, piece of meat. On most other occasions she had blocked any dirty thoughts about him out of her mind. He was, after all, her son. But now, suddenly, it seemed all right. She felt liberated to think about him in that way, to think about the length and shape of his cock, and to wonder what it would feel like inside her pussy. That would be really something, to have beautiful Billy with his beautiful cock climbing inside her. Yes, that would feel so fine, so lovely, to have her boy's big cock going up her pussy.
The thought of him inside, her burned in her mind, sending hot flashes of heated wanting racing through her, and she noticed that her hands were kneading his shoulders more insistently now, and she was maneuvering her body around under him, letting her pussy press into his back.
The room seemed hot now and she smiled at her son, in a manner that would have to seem quite inviting to him.
"I'm getting warm, darling, aren't you?" she said to him then in her most seductive voice. She reached down and took hold of her silken wrapper that was already exposing most of her body. "I don't think I need to wear this any more, do you? It's already so warm in here, really."
She drew the thin garment over her head, dropping it to the floor and sitting in front of him, naked now, her full womanly charms completely exposed to him. She shivered just at the idea of being so exposed in front of him, more than that, practically on top of him. She wiggled her tits out ... they were full and sensual and they rose up and down on her chest as she took a few breaths. She could see the feelings her boy was feeling in his eyes. She smiled at her knowledge of what he was feeling. There was a mixture of lust and shyness, embarrassment in his expression now.
She sighed and let her breasts heave from side to side again. She gently touched one of her nipples and made it go even more erect than it already was.
"Ahh, that's much better, with that silly thing off of me," she sighed. "It didn't do much good, anyway, since you could see my big, fat titties through it. I guess the point is tease men who see you in it, let them hunger to see your attributes in the flesh, hmm?"
Billy just let out a breath he had been holding since she made herself naked.
"God, you're beautiful," he croaked, shuddering violently as he gazed at her with an intent look in his eyes. "You're just beautiful, Mother! God, yes, you are."
Her body was already damp with sweat, glistening with a heightened eroticism that she knew was affecting him powerfully. His hands trembled in his lap, the fingers gripping each other nervously and she laughed at him again.
"You mustn't be afraid of me, darling," she murmured softly, no longer caring if what they were about to do was evil and wrong or not. "We have nothing to fear from each other, I can promise you that, my love. We are together now, just the two of us. Everyone else has abandoned us and we are alone in the world and must comfort each other."
With that she reached out and took hold of his hands, pulling them up to her tits. As she felt his palms crushing her breasts, she moaned, feeling his fingers wrapping around her soft, fleshy melons.
Billy gulped. He nearly swooned from excitement as he held onto her like that. The tits felt so good!
He couldn't believe this was happening. It was like his wildest fantasy was suddenly coming true. This was something he had dreamed of, fantasized about, on night after night. But he had never really expected it to happen--not for real. But it was happening. Yes, it was actually happening and it was wonderful. She was acting just as she did in his fantasies, when he masturbated thinking about her giving herself to him. And that was what she was doing, all right. She was giving herself to him, letting him touch her, and this was only the beginning. There was going to be more, much more, because it was obvious that this was not going to be some little teasing thing that she would cut off before it went too far. No, the look in her eyes showed him that she was in this for real, right to the logical conclusion of all this teasing and enticing. They were going to fuck. Yes, he had to confront that simple idea that he had gone over so many times in his own mind, thinking of how wonderful and beautiful it would have to be. And it was going to be just that, he was sure of it. His cock was popping inside his pants, ready to split through his pants, to attack her right then and then. He shuddered from head to toe with the excitement at the thought of what it would be like to have his cock go inside her pussy. He glanced down at the cunt again and to its plump, bright pink meat. The idea of sinking his hard cock in there nearly made him pass out.
His mother stared at him for along, sensual moment. And then she smiled. She took a deep breath and her tongue moved out between her lips and licked them, slowly and gently, first the top one and then the lower one.
"Oh, darling, my darling Bill," she moaned, falling against his hands, against his hard, masculine body. She was suddenly pressing her lips to his mouth. "Oh my darling, kiss me, Billy, yes, yes, kiss me hard, bite me!"
Billy's cock nearly exploded at that moment of lust. It very nearly overwhelmed him. He gulped. He almost couldn't swallow, his mouth had gone so dry. But then he did swallow, and he licked his lips.
He was ready for her now, he was ready for what he had been waiting for a long time.
Chapter 8
His mouth crushed over hers, hungrily, a sudden, severe need taking hold of the boy in a way that both frightened and excited him. He seemed powerless to keep from responding to the offer of her succulent mouth, and hungrily he pressed his lips to her sweet, sensual orifice.
The greed that both of them were feeling in that instant seemed to be of feverish dimensions. Billy's mouth roamed savagely, rolling over her mouth. Esther found her son's lips to be sensual and stimulating beyond her wildest fantasies.
She felt his fingers kneading her tits, rubbing against the soft, full flesh. She scratched her hands down his back, stimulating him, making him moan and shudder.
She stabbed her tongue between his teeth as his fingers wrapped around one tit. She groaned with pleasure as he began to knead and massage her aching tit. Her nipple grew harder and harder. It was a taut, tight pebble that he ground his palm around and against.
"Ohhhh, God, God, yes, darling, yes, yes," she whispered intensely. She slashed at his tongue with her own. "Oh, my dear Billy, my beautiful son!"
She felt his fingers kneading her tit, catching hold of the other nipple and squeezing on it. She sighed in aching delight and lathered his tongue with her own, dropping one of her hands to his lap at the same time.
Billy shuddered involuntarily as he felt his mother cupping his bulge at the front of his jeans. The pressure of her warm, kneading fingers around his prick made him gasp with delight. Never had he experienced such a fierce need as the one he now felt for his mother.
"Mom, ohhh, Jesus, that's so good, when you touch me like that," he sobbed at her as she caressed his crotch with her warm, soothing hand.
The ache that had been throbbing in his crotch grew stronger, fiercer, his cock growing thicker and harder in the tense confinement of his jeans.
Laughing softly, delighted she could stimulate her son this way, the lovely woman pulled on his zipper and opened his belt with a quick, careful movement of her fingers. She spread the folds of his jeans apart and slipped her hand inside of them, reaching hungrily for his young, thickening rod.
"Oh God, Mom, yes, yes, yes," Billy gasped with wild rising pleasure. "Oh yes!"
Billy almost leaped from the couch as he responded to the sensations he felt from his mother's smooth, warm fingers touching him. They encircled his shaft. She gripped his cock tightly, then lightly. It made him groan and shudder from head to foot. She held his cock against her palm.
"God, your cock is so warm and big. I've seen it so many times when it was just dangling between your legs, Billy, but never hard and throbbing like this. Oh, it's so beautiful and so sexy. Yes, yes, I love the sight of it." She giggled almost girlishly. "Yes, now I know you really are a big boy, my dear boy. I have a feeling you are going to make your mother very happy today, very happy indeed!"
Her words increased the boy's desire. He groaned and kissed at her more feverishly than ever, and at the same time he felt his mother rhythmically opening and closing her fist around his aching, pulsing prick.
She kneaded and caressed the prick, running her lovely hand up and down the length of it in a pumping manner. Her thumbnail slithered back and forth across the surface of his cock head and the harsh, stinging delight of her touch sent waves of desire tearing through the young boy's flesh.
He was gasping wildly, then sucking in deep breaths. And then she did something that nearly made him pass out, it was so incredibly erotic. She took hold of his right hand and guided it to her crotch. She pressed his hand against the dampness and fire of her oozing pussy hole.
"Oh God, yes, yes, my dear boy," Esther sighed deeply. "That feels so good, so good, your fingers sliding through my pussy like that ... mmm, yes, yes!"
The boy caressed his mother's pussy with a rising frenzy he was barely able to control. And she was responding to the caresses almost as intensely. Her whole body was coming to life sexually. She tingled all over. A flood of desire was released at her son's probing touch of her pussy.
She groaned, shuddering as she felt him touching her cunt, rolling the damp, slippery lips between his fingers. His thumb was rubbing back and forth against her clit, and she gasped, thrusting herself upward against his loving hand. She writhed up at him, opening herself to him.
"Yes, darling, yes, right there, mmmmm, that feels good, so good, oh yes, touch me there, right there, it feels so good when you put your finger there on me like that ... ahhh, touch me on my clit, my darling baby!"
She groaned savagely, shuddering uncontrollably as he massaged her burning clitoris.
"God, you're so hot and hard there," Billy told her.
For Billy, this luscious woman who was his mother meant more to him than any movie star, than any pinup. He squeezed at her hot, moist flesh between her legs, slithering the tips of his fingers across her pulsing, throbbing clitoris. He pinched the clit and made his mother scream.
"Ohhhh, yes, yes, that's so good, so good, darling, don't stop, no, no, don't stop!" she cried.
The heat that was pouring from her pussy burned through Billy's fingers. Her juices poured out and lubricated his whole damned hand. She was much more than merely excited by him, that was obvious. She was in a frenzy of passion.
At the same time, her hand rode wildly up and down on his cock, squeezing his tool tightly in her fist, so tight that she nearly made him scream, first in pain, and then when she changed her grip, in agonizing delight.
He had never felt so good from a simple stroking of his cock as he did this time. He couldn't imagine that there could be so much pleasure in simply being jerked off.
Her hand felt around his neck, pulling on his head, urgently, and he quickly rode his lips down over the creamy smoothness of her throat, kissing her flesh greedily. He brushed his mouth across the tops of her tits and she sobbed, nodding her head in wild approval.
"Kiss them, darling, kiss my hot, fat titties," she sobbed at him shaking her tits in his face.
The boy eagerly pressed his lips against the warm globes. He slapped at each tit with his tongue. He rolled the tip of his tongue across one erect nipple and then the other. She sighed and shook and laughed at his enthusiasm.
His fingers stabbed into her cunt at the same time. He could feel the muscles of her cunt squeezing at him as her desire and excitement increased all the time.
He slipped his fingers deeper and deeper into her hot, oozing pussy. Her muscles contracted and squeezed at every approach his clawing fingers made. She jerked and spasmed as he stretched the wall of the cunt with his hand.
Her excitement made her pump more wildly at his cock. She twisted and turned the big rod in her hand. She brought Billy to the very edge of a climax and then slowed down so that he would not end this passionate encounter too soon. She had plenty more she wanted to do with her son before they ended this little session.
"Oh God, Mother," Billy breathed into her flesh. "I'm so hot for you, I want you so bad ... you make me feel so good, better than any girl has ever made me feel."
"But of course, Billy, I'm your mother. I understand you best, don't I my darling."
She could feel the violence of his desire throbbing in his prick. She had to hold tight to the prick just to keep her grip on it. It was like some wild mustang trying to break free of its ropes. She loved the sensation of his cock beating violently in her hand. Her fingers pumped up and down on the cock, and at the same time his fingers pumped in and out of that drooling, burning pussy of hers.
"Mmmmm, Billy, your hand feels so good in my cunt, but I bet that your big cock will feel even better. I think I'll go crazy when I have it inside me, between my legs!"
He knew she was really ready for him now. He could feel her pussy squeezing and aching for more than his fingers could deliver. He was weak with ecstasy but he was determined to give her the best fuck of her life.
Her hand pulled wildly on his cock, violently trying to pull it towards her pussy. She wanted it then, and there was nothing else she wanted as much.
"Put that cock inside me now, Billy," she said to her son. "Fuck that cock up inside me, deep and hard. I want to feel it all the way inside my cunt!"
Billy caught his breath and then got into position. Her thighs were on either side of him. She lifted her pussy up so that it could touch his cock. He gasped and shivered at that contact with her pussy.
She reached up for the cock and guided it up between her thighs. She pulled it up to her cunt with an urgent demand. She pulled hard on the shaft, fitting the huge, pulsating head inside of her and gasping wildly at the thrill of penetration. Yes, now it was just about official: her son was fucking her. And it was good, there was no one who could say any different, no matter how obscene they might call it.
Billy slid his cock right inside her. She was so wet that he practically floated into her. He pumped deep and then pulled back a bit. He gasped for air. The heat of her cunt was practically scalding on his throbbing cock.
"Oooohhh, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck my hot cunt, honey, oh yes, you feel so good, so good!"
Billy slammed his prick into her with rising abandon. He had only been fucking for half a minute and already his body was wracked with the need to climax. But he knew he had to fight that urge back, because he did not want to disappoint his mother who was so obviously ready for a long, hard fuck. He was going to give it to her if it killed him.
His cock fit tightly inside her. She used her muscles to massage his cock, squeezing away at him as he pumped in and out of her, back and forth again and again, each pump making them both gasp and groan with pleasure.
For Esther, the exquisite pleasure was more wonderful than anything she had ever experienced. She had never before felt so "one" with any partner. Perhaps, she thought, it had to have something to do with the fact that they were flesh and blood. He came out of her womb, so it was no wonder that he could respond to the rhythms of her body!
Again and again, his thick, throbbing prick slammed against the depths of her pussy hole. Esther sobbed as if he was stabbing a knife into her, and then she would almost laugh and cry for joy as another wave of pleasure swept over her. She screamed at him and clawed him madly. "Oh God, that's good, so good, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck my cunt, Billy, my son, yes, yes, that's so good, so good, Oh God, how I love it, yes, yes, I do! And I'm going to come now Billy ... oh Jesus, you're making me come, Billy, and it's wonderful, yes, yes, it's beautiful! Ohhhhhhhhhhh! God, fuck me, fuck me, Billy!"
He could feel the climax she was heralding. Her cunt changed its rhythm and seemed to lose its rhythm for a few moments. Billy continued crashing his cock into her. And then she was screaming in earnest, as the pleasure rocked her whole body and she felt like she was exploding.
"Fuck me, Billy, fuck me, and don't stop, no, no, don't ever stop, my darling boy!" she screamed at him.
He sucked in a breath and pounded at her harder than ever. A final stronger eruption burned through his mother. She kicked her legs into his ass and cried out at him, reaching her head up to kiss him on the lips.
"Oh my God, Billy, you're amazing!" she sobbed at him, and then her body fell into a series of orgasmic convulsions.
Billy continued screwing his prick through her for some time.
Mother and son lay there in orgasmic bliss, lost in their erotic fantasies, neither of them caring to think about their breaking the most stringent taboo in the history of modern man.
Epilogue
When her mother threw her out of the house, Cindy hadn't thought that she meant it. At least, if she did mean it, she figured it would be something she would relent on later in the day, or at least in a few days. But she hadn't realized how strongly her mother felt about this incident, how badly the woman felt betrayed by two of the people she felt closest to and loved the most. That was part of what her mother had said to her, between epithets, when she was evicting her and her stepfather from the house that morning.
She went with her stepfather when they left the house out of simple convenience and from the fact that she didn't have any money and he did. They went to his used vacuum cleaner shop and talked about what had happened. Cindy was pissed off at her stepfather for getting her into this situation, but she took satisfaction in the thought that if her mother was going to forgive her in a matter of hours or days, she would probably never forgive her husband. No, that would be impossible for her to go on living with him knowing what he had done to her. Blood was thicker than that, though, and she was certain that her mother would make up with her own daughter. But Esther was not so sentimental. She felt betrayed and that was all there was to it. She would not forgive her daughter any more than she would forgive her present, and soon-to-be ex-husband. She had said something to them about getting a simple divorce. He would get no money out of her, and if he tried to fight it he would find himself being arrested for statutory rape, since Cindy was a minor.
Cindy went to stay at a friend's house after she realized she wasn't getting back into her own house right away. Then after a couple days she went back to the vacuum cleaner shop. George opened the door and they stared at each other.
"So, you came back?" he said to her, nodding his head. He was holding a reconditioned Hoover snap-coupling hose in his hand. It looked quite provocative.
"Yes, I've come back," the girl said to her one-time stepfather and now just plain lover. "I haven't got any other place to go, have I!" She sounded bitter.
"Come in," George said. "Come in and take your clothes off. I want to suck that hot little cunt of yours, and that's just for starters, baby."
Christ, Cindy though as she stepped inside, what have I gotten myself into this time?
"Come into my den of iniquity," George said with a little chuckle and a smirk of self-satisfaction.
"Wow, things have really gotten seedy in the world when a reconditioned vacuum cleaner shop is considered a den of iniquity. I mean, come on, George, we're not exactly in Casablanca or anything."
"Never mind. You don't think I'm gonna show you a good time or something? You know how good we go together."
"I really wish I had never set eyes on you. But I guess I have to make the best of a bad situation, right? So what do you want to do, fuck me already or can we spend a few minutes having some intelligent conversation for a change?"
George sneered at her. He hated precocious children. No one ever had accused George of being clever and he hated to see such qualities in others. He reached out and grabbed Cindy by her long blonde hair. He pulled her towards him and knocked her to the ground. Then he spread her legs and ripped her panties off.
"Okay, bitch," he said, taking out his cock. "It's time for you to get fucked."
Cindy screamed, clawing and scratching at George's leering face as he attempted to press his salivating lips to hers. He was holding her down with his knee in her stomach as he dodged her flailing fingernails.
"Stop it," he said, backhanding her across the mouth. She tasted the blood on her tongue and gagged.
George's hand was at his crotch, ripping his zipper down and grabbing hold of his throbbing member.
George's cock was rock hard, full mast--he was going to fuck the cockteasing little bitch with his man tool.
Cindy's piercing laugh broke the silence in the deserted vacuum cleaner shop.
"Shut up," George yelled at her, trying to force her thighs apart.
Cindy's high-pitched, girlish laughter cut into his brain like a machete.
"Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!" George yelled, covering his ears as the girl rolled loose from his grip on the floor and laughed hysterically at his waning hard-on.
"Stop," George whimpered, falling to his knees on the floor and holding his now pitifully inept pecker between his fingers trying his damnedest to urge it back to tumescence.
Cindy gurgled the last of the blood from her mouth and swallowed it as she pulled her ripped panties up over her at-the-moment unfucked pussy.
"You stupid shit," she said, "you've torn my best panties."
"I'll buy you new ones," George whined, pulling at his flaccid dick. "All you want. Let me fuck you, Cindy. Let me, let me."
"Go fuck a vacuum cleaner hose," she said, tossing her long blonde hair over her shoulder.
"Cindy, please," George said, sinking to the floor, his cock hanging limply from his open fly.
"Cindy, please, my ass," she said. "You no account scum bag, woman-sponging mongrel. You can't even fuck me--your damned cock done gave out."
The hated sound of her laughter rang through his ears like a silver bell, tearing into his brain and sending a cold shiver through his balls.
"Stop it, stop it, please stop it," George cried, mortified as he looked down at his useless cock, now soft and shriveling between his legs.
"Billy can fuck me," she taunted. "Billy fucks good--yeah, my brother Billy, the hot little stud. He can fuck up a storm. He can rip a girl's pussy open and ram his man meat all the way inside. Billy's a man--a real man--which is more than you'll ever be, you fucking scum bag, shit head."
Cindy spat on him as he groveled at her feet.
"Please, baby, please," George whimpered gripping her ankle and clutching it. He shot his head down to her shoe and began licking and kissing it.
"Please, please, please, please," he whined, slurping her shiny shoe as she looked down on the pitiful wreck at her feet.
George felt the slow movement of her leg as she stepped back and pointed her toe towards his mouth.
"Lick it, you son of a bitch," Cindy said, snarling her pretty lips as she looked down at the miserable man at her feet. "Lick my shoe, lick it clean--and if you do it real good," she continued with a slicing undertone, "if you do it really good, I'll let you suck my pussy--maybe. Now lick, you asshole, lick my fucking shoe."
George looked up into Cindy's flashing eyes. He knew that she meant it--and he knew that it turned her on to have him lower himself in this way before her.
Maybe this was the way, he thought to himself. Maybe this was the only way now.
"That's right," Cindy smiled, watching George bend forward and apply his tongue to the sole of her shoe. "Lick it all clean, dog--and I'll throw you a bone."
George felt a warm surge in his groin as he tasted the grit on the bottom of Cindy's shoe. His cock was beginning to get hard.
* * *
"This is it," Esther said, "this is all yours now."
She lay back on the master bed and looked at the hungry youth at the foot.
"Climb up and claim it," she said, spreading herself open to Billy: Billy, the stud she had always sought.
"You're beautiful," Billy said, looking at the lush treasure that was being offered. "Really beautiful."
"I bet you say that to all your mothers," Esther smirked.
Billy grinned. Not only was she hot and his, she had a sense of humor.
They were going to have a great time.
Billy unbuckled his belt and let it drop when it was undone. He reached for the zipper on his pants and pulled.
His pants dropped and his thick cock sprang out as he slid his pants down and off.
"That's right," Esther said, enjoying the sight of the hot boy who was stripping to mount her.
Billy's clothes fell away as Esther writhed on the bed awaiting his entry. Her cunt was ripe and ready for his young, hard dick. Never again would she have to endure George and his attempts to satisfy her. Now she had a real man who could bring her passion to overflowing and satisfy a real woman's needs.
"Come on, baby," Esther said, opening her arms to accept the naked young man who was crawling between her legs, his cock rampant and randy.
"Do you think you can take it?" Billy asked, looking down at the spitting cock flopping from his crotch. "Do you think you can take it every day--every morning, every night--and odd afternoons when I have time?"
The feel of Billy's cock sliding along the parted, moist lips of her spread and pulsing vagina sent shivers up her spine as though ice water were flooding her asshole.
"Fuck me, Billy," she cried, "fuck your mother--fuck me--fuck me--fuck me."
Billy rammed his cock into his own mother's lush pussy, taking his place as a man--a place his own father could never fill.
Esther gasped.
At last, she thought to herself. At last I've got a man who can give me what I need. He may be young--but that's what I need, a hard young man's cock to fuck my hot pussy--the harder and longer the better.
