From all outward appearances, suburbia maintains the strait-laced middle-class look that belies the social ferment behind closed doors.
There is the secret use of drugs, fed by the marijuana syndrome. There is the river of alcohol flooding from door to door under the euphemism of social drinking. Then, of course, there is the advent of swinging and illicit sex. All in the spirit of good, clean fun . . . but where does the fun stop and the degradation begin? When one excess leads to another and another-to what? When the children set as the pattern for their own lifestyle what is already the norm at home?
THE NEIGHBOR'S HOT LABORS is the story of the Paulsens and their neighbors. It is startling as a mirror of a way of life behind closed doors. No facade. No regrets. Indeed, for them it is the norm.
A work of fiction for entertainment, yes, but also a page of our restless society as food for serious thought.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"You look lovely," Eric said.
Ingrid Paulsen was pleased. She had just come out of the bathroom wearing a sheer baby-doll nightie and she enjoyed the compliment from her husband. Even after sixteen years of marriage, Eric knew what she liked to hear. She always told herself they had such a good marriage. They had a darling teenaged daughter and they all loved each other. Eric and Ingrid and Christie. He understands me, Ingrid thought.
Wasn't that what every woman needed?
She knew Eric was in the mood to fuck tonight. She'd sensed it all evening and now she had the blue nightie on and he knew she was ready for him. Her body was lightly perfumed in all the strategic places and her blonde hair was brushed to a sparkling sheen. The blue nightie was completely sheer, and although she still wore her panties her tits were bare and she knew Eric could see her nipples.
He was still dressed, sitting on the edge of the bed and gazing at her with admiration in his eyes.
She teased him. "Aren't you coming to bed with me?"
He smiled at her. "You know I am. I was just thinking that you look like an angel when you wear blue."
She felt the quiver in her belly. A slight breeze came from the air conditioning unit and played over her skin. Her nightie was blown up a bit and her belly exposed. Did Eric see it? After all these years it was still fun to tease him with her body. Then she faced him again and she had to smile at the way he was looking at her. His eyes were burning through her nightie and the front of her panties to probe the lips of her pussy. She felt another twitch deep inside her belly. She was ready for him tonight. They hadn't been fucking as much these past few months and she needed it. Eric had all that uncertainty about his job and the new boss of his section and now it was even worse because the new man had moved in right across the road. It was so important now to get on with their new neighbors. Roy Brewster was old man Brewster's nephew and the new boss of Eric's department. Distracted by thoughts of their new neighbors, Ingrid turned to her dressing table and began brushing her hair again. She told herself everything would work out. Eric was capable and devoted to his job and everything would work out.
Then she felt Eric behind her, his warm lips on her neck.
"Come to bed," he said.
"You still have your clothes on."
"Don't worry about that. Come to the bed first and I'll get them off."
She put the hairbrush down and went with him to the bed. She lay down on her back and he sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned over her. Supporting himself with one outstretched arm, he began stroking her legs.
"You haven't worn a nightie like this in a long time," he said. "Not this one.?"
"I like it."
His hand moved from her knees to her thighs and then along the insides of her thighs. His fingertips were finally at the crotch of her panties. His fingers burrowed between the lips of her pussy through the flimsy nylon. Then he withdrew his fingers and caught at her flesh. He firmly pinched the fat lips of her cunt, his middle finger scratching up and down her slit through her panties.
"You're pinching," she said with a smile.
"I think you like it."
He did know what she liked. She wondered if the crotch of her panties was already wet and if he could feel the wetness with his fingers.
He eased the panties off. His fingers caught under the waistband at her belly, and she helped him by raising her ass and supporting her weight at her shoulders and feet. When the panties were off, he tossed them away and then he leaned over her again and kissed her mouth.
He was still dressed, but the way he was leaning against her, she could feel his cock stirring' against her thigh through his pants. She was turning on, and when he opened his mouth she slipped her tongue between his lips. She pressed her lips more firmly against his as the kiss became deeper.
He raised up a bit without ending the kiss and pulled the nightie apart to uncover her tits. A shudder of pleasure went through her as his hand closed over one of her tits. He began kneading her tit, pulling at it, twisting it gently. Then he took her nipple between his thumb and index finger and pinched it. She always loved it when he pinched her nipples.
His hand finally moved down to her pussy. He curled his fingertips inside her pussy slit, dragging his nails across her cunt-flesh, pulling at the inner cuntlips and then pushing his middle finger partway inside her cunthole. She moaned as she felt his finger in there. Then she moaned again as he turned his hand and used his thumb to rub her clit. With his middle finger teasing the mouth of her cunthole, he stroked the shaft of her clit until she threw her legs wide apart and broke the kiss.
"Darling, please get your clothes off."
He pulled back and smiled at her as he began unbuttoning his shirt. Her hand moved to his crotch, her fingers searching for the tab of his zipper and pulling it down. He unbuckled his belt and the catch at the front of his pants himself, and then in a moment his pants were down at his ankles and she groaned with lust as she pulled his cock and his heavy balls out of his shorts.
He chuckled and pulled away from her, pushed her hands away from his cock. He quickly stripped his clothes off and tossed them onto the floor, and then he climbed onto the bed beside her.
"Let's hope Christie is sleeping," he said.
She took hold of his cock again, her fingers curling around his cockshaft under his knob, her eyes hot as she looked down at it. She peeled and unpeeled the folds of his foreskin, pulled it up over his cockhead and then pushed it down again. Her pussy twitched as she watched the juice stream out of his pisshole.
In the meantime he had his fingers in her cunt, two fingers inside her cunthole and his thumb stroking her clit and driving her wild. He finally pulled away from her, pulled his cock out of her hand and mounted her. She raised her knees and opened her legs wide, and in a moment she felt his knob pushing between her cuntlips, pushing inside her cunthole, sliding in and filling her with its thickness and heat and male force.
He lurched forward, plowing his cock deep inside her cunt, his heavy balls slapping against her ass, the hair on his ball-bag deliciously tickling her asshole. She loved it. She loved feeling his balls like that.
He was pumping her now, his hips moving smoothly as he fucked his cock in and out of her sopping cunt. He stroked evenly, and then at odd moments he rammed her, left his cock buried deep inside her fuck-hole, then pulled out again to resume the pumping. He always fucked her the same way, always on top like this, except on those rare occasions when they would do something different mostly by accident. She didn't mind. She loved the way he fucked her, the way his cock felt in her cunt as it plowed in and out, and it was always good for her and she was satisfied.
Now she grabbed his ass with her hands to help him along, her fingers squeezing his ass as the cries of pleasure came out of her throat. Dear God, she hoped Christie was asleep. She hated the idea of the girl hearing them fuck and then looking so amused about it the next morning.
"Ingrid, I'm coming!"
"Yes, darling, shoot it! Come in me now! Come with me now! Oh God yes! Oh God it's so good!"
* * *
Across the road in the Brewster house, Roy and Helen Brewster were finishing a nightcap in their bedroom. They were both still dressed, Roy sitting in a chair near the window while Helen removed her jewelry in front of her dressing table.
"What are you thinking about?" Roy said.
Helen smiled at him. She was a lusty brunette with big tits and a round ass. "I was thinking about the time I sucked you off on the way to Denver."
Roy chuckled. "That's a long time ago."
"Not too long, honey. Are we slowing down?"
"Christ, I hope not."
"What about the Paulsens? Any thoughts about Mr. and Mrs. Goody-two-shoes?"
"I'd like to fuck her."
Helen laughed. "Well, maybe you will, sweetie. Maybe you'll fuck her and I'll fuck him and we'll all live happily ever after. In the meantime, we can get our clothes off and make do with each other, huh? How about it, stud?"
"Okay, you're on, pussycat."
Helen smiled at him as she walked around the room undressing herself. She finally sat down on the bed and peeled her panties off as she watched him strip his jockey shorts down and step out of them. He was a hairy man, dark hair on his chest and all around his cock and balls. His balls were big eggs in a dark leathery bag and his cock was a thick club with a reddish-purple knob. She had a sudden desire to have his lusty prick in her mouth and she went down on her knees in front of him and offered her lips.
"Little Helen needs to suck," she said.
Roy snickered as he dropped his cock inside her open mouth. He fucked his cock in and out slowly, savoring the way she lipped his cockmeat. He snickered again when she angled her throat to get some of his cockhead past her tonsils.
"Christ, you've got a mouth like a vacuum cleaner."
She pulled her lips off his prick with a slurping noise. "Complaining, mister? If that's a complaint, I'll go across the road and try some head on handsome Eric Paulsen."
"The hell with Paulsen. Suck my dick!"
She laughed and looked at his cock again. She touched his hot cockhead with the tip of her tongue. She took the knob between her lips, held it a moment and then took more of his stiff cockshaft inside her mouth. His hands held her head, urging her to move her mouth back and forth on his prick. He began fucking her mouth with the same tempo, a slow fucking movement of his thick cock between her stretched lips.
"Oh yeah, that's the way, baby! Suck that cock, sweetheart! Suck it nice and easy!"
She murmured with her mouth full of his hot prick. Sliding her hands around, she grabbed his ass and held it as he fucked her face. She was into it now, smelling him and feeling him and getting the most out of the sucking. She played with his balls, fondling his big balls with one hand while the other hand gripped a cheek of his ass. He kept pushing his cock deeper and deeper, his knob jabbing at the back of her throat, her warm saliva running over his cockshaft and spilling over her chin. She sucked furiously, then finally she pulled away.
"You're pounding me," she said.
"I'm about to go off."
"No, not in my mouth. Not tonight, lover."
But when at last they were on the bed, he wanted her mouth on his cock again. He grabbed her head with one hand, held his cock with the other hand and pulled her face down on his prick. "Just a little more, baby. You know how much I like it."
Yes, she did know. He was always eager to have his prick sucked. When she had his cock back in her mouth, he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight against him. She found herself clamped in a vise with no escape. He started pumping his hips while holding her head on his cock.
Before long, she was snorting and slurping between his legs, hungry for the sucking again, eager for it, delighting in the way he moved, in the way he rammed his hips up and then pulled down again.
"Come on, baby, come on! Just a little more and you get some hot juice! You get the goodies, baby! Just keep sucking like that!"
This time, she didn't pull away. She knew it was useless. He was going to come in her mouth and now she wanted it. She wanted his prick spurting all that hot slime on her tongue. He saw that she wanted it now and the pressure of his hands on her head eased up. He gave her more freedom. He still held her head, but only lightly at the temples. Now it was all her own doing, the up-and-down motion of her lips, her sucking mouth on his swollen prick. Then suddenly he was there, the hot spunk gushing and spurting out of his pisshole, splashing in her mouth in a geyser, spurt after spurt of thick jism blasting out of his cock.
He always came a lot. And at least now she knew he hadn't been with another woman in a while. Not with a load like this coming out of his balls. She tried to get it all, tried not to let any of it get away from her, and then finally he was finished and she lay there with his cock soaking in her mouth and her throat burning with a mixture of excitement and the sting of his fuck-cream.
His lingers toyed with her hair, his hand patting her head and stroking it, his breathing still heavy. Then he pulled his hands away from her hair and that was the signal for her to pull her mouth off his cock and swallow what she still held in her mouth. They always did it the same way. She would hold the stuff in her mouth and look at him and swallow it down while he watched her. She knew how much that turned him on.
"You were really loaded," she said. "That was a full tank."
Roy chuckled. "You're a super bitch when it comes to sucking cock. You always were, right?"
Well, it got me married to you, she thought. She didn't care about the way he talked to her. She liked sucking cock and she liked swallowing a load of jism. Almost any cock and almost any load of jism. She thought about Eric Paulsen again and she wondered what kind of a prick he had and what he tasted like when he came. Both the Paulsens were blond, and she liked blond men.
One day soon I'm going to have his cock in my mouth, she thought. She giggled softly as she thought about that. Eric Paulsen's cock in her mouth and Eric Paulsen's jism shooting down her throat.
CHAPTER TWO
Roy and Helen weren't the only people awake in the Brewster house. Their teenaged son Justin was in a sweat as he finally pulled his ear away from the wall after listening to them for nearly an hour. She'd sucked him off again. His mother had sucked off his father and now they would go to sleep and there was nothing to hear any more. They never fucked after she blew him. He knew all about it because his mother had told him. He and his mother had been fucking for a long time, and he knew about everything she did with his father. Almost everything. He guessed there were one to two things she wouldn't tell him about. She as much as admitted it once when she said it wasn't good for him to know everything.
Now Justin went back to his bed, and he stretched out naked on his bed with his cock in his hand. His prick was so hard there was no way he could get to sleep without whacking off. He wanted her in there with him, his mother in his bed, but of course there was no way to get that. It wasn't that easy any more because his father didn't go out of town that often. Lately he'd been getting the idea that maybe his mother was avoiding him. He hadn't banged her in nearly two weeks and the last time they did it she said something about needing to see girls his own age.
Sure, he thought. He was interested in girls his own age. He was getting close to that Christie Paulsen across the road and he expected to fuck her any day now. She was a gorgeous little blonde with solid tits and a perfect ass and he was dying to get into her pants.
But in the meantime what he wanted was his mother.
He remembered the first time now as he slowly stroked his cock with his fist. His father was out of town on a business trip. His mother had come into his room wearing a robe over her underwear. She sat down on the edge of his bed and said she wanted to talk to him. She beat around the bush for a minute or two and then she came right out and asked him if he'd been playing with himself.
Sure, he'd been playing with himself, he'd been whacking off like crazy for years. But he denied it, hoping that nothing showed in his face, that she couldn't tell he was lying. When she asked about wet dreams, he said he never had them. That was the truth, of course. By the time he got to sleep at night, he'd already jerked off and emptied his balls.
Then she asked him if his prick got very hard very often and he said sometimes. At that very moment his cock was as hard as a rock under the sheet and he was doing his best to keep one knee up so she wouldn't see it. She made him dizzy sitting so close to him, close enough so that his body tingled.
Then she asked him about his prick. "Is it hard right now?"
He felt like crawling under the bed and she saw the answer in his face. She thought it was funny. She teased him, pulling at the sheet, gradually pulling it away, pulling it down over his belly while he tried to hold it back to keep himself covered.
"It's all right," she said. "I just want to have a look."
Then the sheet was down and her hand was inside his pajamas and her fingers feeling around the base of his cock.
She kept saying it was all right. In the meantime, her creeping hand moved over his stiff dick and she curled her fingers around it and held it. She said something about how hard it was and then she asked him if he was sure he never played with it.
He continued denying that he ever jerked off and she started lecturing him about how he shouldn't ever masturbate because it could get to be a bad habit. Then she talked about his cock, about how hard it was, and she said when he grew up, he was going to make some woman very happy with it.
"Let me feel your balls," she said. "I haven't done that since you were a baby, but you're sure not a baby any more, are you?"
He was more excited than he'd ever been in his life as her fingers fondled and rolled his swollen nuts. She kept her wrist pressed against his cock and his great fear was that he would suddenly come and make a mess all over her.
She eased onto the bed then, stretched out beside him and cuddled closer. She kissed his cheek and then she pulled away as if she'd suddenly decided it was going too far. He stopped her, begged her not to go, made her promise to stay with him a little longer.
"If you really want me to," she said.
She took hold of his cock again and this time she pressed against him and squirmed around until he realized the back of his hand was pressing against the mound of her pussy through her robe. He almost shot off right then. He balled his hand into a fist and kept it there while she gently stroked his prick and blew her hot breath into his ear. He could feel her big tits against his arm, her pussy against his fist and her fingers closed around his cockshaft. He went crazy trying to hold back, trying to avoid coming. Then she kissed him again, this time on the lips. Her thighs opened and closed over his fist and her hand kept milking his prick slowly, up and down, up and down, and then finally it was too much and he mashed his mouth against hers and blew his load all over her and himself and the bed. She kept squirming her pussy on his ball' ed first, milking his prick with her hand and getting her come on his fist while she did it. Less than a week later, he fucked her for the first time and stepped into heaven.
Justin came now, groaning at the memories, shuddering as he watched his jism shoot up like a white fountain in the air over his belly. He kept pumping his prick, pulling all the hot spunk out of his balls, and then finally his free hand found the towel that was already on the bed and he closed his eyes and covered his crotch with it.
She's a bitch, he thought. She had the most beautiful cunt in the world and she was a complete bitch. Maybe she was right about girls his own age. Maybe he was too obsessed with her.
You need Christie Paulsen, he thought. He fell asleep thinking about Christie's blonde hair. Her snatch hair. His mother had a dark hairy cunt and he wondered what Christie's pussy looked like.
* * *
"No, I don't want to," Christie said.
They were alone in her house, and now Justin was leaning over her and kissing her and sliding his hand between her legs. They'd gone this far before and he had no intention of stopping now.
He forced her knees apart. She'd just come out of a shower and he knew she had nothing on under the robe.
"Justin, stop it, what are you doing?"
"Shit, you damn well know what I'm doing!"
He went down on his knees in front of her, pulling at her robe and then spreading her legs. She pushed a hand down to protect her pussy, but it was too late. He already had his mouth on her, his lips kissing the top of her slit, his tongue lapping at her clit. What a sweet blonde pussy she had. Lots of hair, but it was blonde. He kept his mouth pressed against her cunt and paid no attention to her protests.
She moaned. She tried to force his face out of her crotch with both hand. But his elbows kept her legs spread apart and she was helpless. His tongue slithered up and down her slit and over her clit. A violent shudder shook her body, her ass humping off the sofa as the pleasure hit her. "Oh, Justin, please ..."
He kept on with it. Her pussy tasted so different from his mother's. He loved sucking his mother's cunt, but this was something else. Christie was cherry. Her pussy had more of a fishy smell than his mother's, but it didn't bother him. He liked the way she was struggling to stop him. He grabbed her knees and pulled her forward to clamp his mouth more firmly on her cunt-gash. Oh yes, he liked it! He sucked her clit while she moaned and groaned and sobbed that she hated him. But in the meantime, her ass kept bucking up into his face and he could tell she loved it.
Before long, her fingers were tangling in his hair and she wasn't complaining that much. The smell and taste of her cherry cunt drove him wild. He sucked at the juices oozing out of her pink pussy. He untied the knot of the belt that kept her robe closed, pushed the robe to each side and slid his hands beneath her round little ass. She certainly felt different than his mother did. His mother had a big ass and when he sucked her off he had plenty of ass-meat under his hands.
He slid his hands up to feel Christie's tits now. She had firm little tits that stuck straight out from her slender chest. He already knew what they felt like. She'd let him feel her tits at a drive-in movie just a few days before.
He pulled back now. He looked at her blonde cunt with hot eyes. He pulled her cuntlips apart with his thumbs and looked at her pink cunt-gash and her stiff little clit. Then he looked up at her face, at the way her eyes were closed and her face contorted as she moaned and tossed her head from side to side. He snickered and started sucking her again, and in a moment he knew she was coming.
She kept grinding her cunt against his mouth and tongue as she made it. He licked and sucked, slurping up the heavy slime flowing out of her pussy. Then he pulled his mouth away again and pushed her thighs up high in the air. She had more of a white froth in her cunt than his mother ever did, and now he went down on her again and sucked the frothing cunt-cream out of her virgin pussy-slit.
She continued moaning as he kept the pressure on her clit with his tongue and then his nose. His mother had taught him that, showed him how to use his nose to bring her off. His mother called it a nose-job and now he gave it to Christie until she came again and collapsed like a rag-doll on the sofa.
He rose up and quickly stripped his clothes off. Then he carefully moved on top of her, spread her legs apart and brought his cockhead to nestle inside her wet cunt-gash. He found the" mouth of her cunthole and pressed forward to get his cock-knob partway inside.
Her eyes opened, glassy and unfocussed. "Oh, Justin, you can't ..."
"Take it easy, baby. Just take it easy."
She cried out, babbled something and then groaned as he speared her. His cock pushed in and she actually wriggled as she felt it. He pushed harder. Did she feel any pain? Fuck it, there's always a first time, he thought. He felt something snap around his cock-knob and then he was all the way inside her cunt and he could feel the lovely heat of her fuck-channel.
Tight, he thought. His mother's cunt was like a wide-open barrel compared to this. He rammed his prick deep inside Christie's cunt and waited a moment to get her used to it.
His mother always liked him to let it soak awhile.
So he soaked it.
Then he raised his ass and slowly pulled his cock out of the girl's tight cunt-channel. She moaned as his cock-knob passed the mouth of her cunt. Was it pain or pleasure? He moved into her again, buried his cock deep in her pussy and wriggled his hips to settle his balls against her asshole.
"How is it, Christie?"
"Justin, I hate you!"
"I think you love it.?"
"Damn you, I hate you. You'll get me pregnant!"
"No, I won't. If I come, we'll get it all out later. You like it and you know it. Come on, fuck back. Make nice to my cock."
He slipped his hands under her ass and bent his head down to suck one of her pink-nippled tits. Then he pulled his cock out slowly and pushed it in again.
"Oh God!"
"Nice, huh?"
"Why don't you use a rubber??"
"I'll pull out and come on your belly, okay??"
"Oh, God, I never knew it would be like this!"
Her ass was moving up and down now, pumping to meet the thrusting of his cock in her cunt. She grabbed him with her legs and pulled him in and held him there. He tried to delay coming, but the wild humping of her ass was too much for him. He pounded his cock in her cunt and then a moment later the jism boiled out of his balls and exploded out of his pisshole. Spurt after spurt of hot spunk shot up her pussy as they both groaned and held each other.
Then finally he was finished, and he pulled out and rolled away from her.
Now she started sobbing. "You came in me! You said you wouldn't, but you did! I can feel it dripping out of me! Let me up quick!"
He rose up and helped her get up. "Does your mother have a douche?"
"I don't know how to use it."
Justin snickered. "Don't worry, I'll show you how."
She walked beside him with one hand stuffing her hand between her legs. "It's leaking all over me!"
She led him to her mother's bathroom and showed him the douche. He told her to sit down on the toilet and spread her legs. They both watched the grey gobs of jism ooze out of her bloody cunthole.
"Oh God!" she groaned.
Justin was turned on by it. She had such a sweet little pussy and now it was all torn up and his fuck-cream was dripping out of it. Shooting it up in there had given him a great deal of pleasure and he had every intention of doing it again and again.
"Raise one knee and we'll get the nozzle in," he said. He smiled at her as he slowly pushed the white nozzle inside her gaping cunthole.
CHAPTER THREE
"I like women who know how to cook," Roy said to Ingrid.
They were in the Paulsen kitchen. Eric and Christie were away and Roy had wandered over from his house to talk to Ingrid.
He was flirting with her. She knew that and she was afraid of him. He was Eric's boss and he could make trouble if he wanted. But there was also something else that bothered her: she liked flirting. It took her a few minutes to realize and once she did, she was even more rattled by his presence in her kitchen.
"Where's Helen?" Ingrid said.
"Downtown, shopping." Then he added: "I like your legs."
"Roy, you shouldn't."
"Shouldn't what?"
"You know what I'm talking about."
He chuckled and a quiver went through her. She was aware of his eyes on her. He was sitting at the kitchen table while she puttered at the stove and walked around the kitchen more out of nervousness than necessity. She was sorry now that she was wearing only a halter top and shorts. The top was adequate, just an ordinary top to hold and cover her tits. But the shorts were a little on the tight side. They were all right in the house with her family, but outside or with a stranger, she thought the shorts really showed too much of her ass.
And she knew Roy was looking there. When he said he liked her legs, what he really meant was that he liked her ass.
She was at the sink when she heard him get up from his chair and then a moment later she felt him behind her.
He took hold of her arms and pressed against her. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She could also feel his cock pressing against the crack of her ass. "Roy, please . . . "
"You're a doll," he said.
He kissed her neck. A shudder went through her at the feel of his warm lips pressed against her skin. She wanted to pull away from him, but somehow she couldn't. She just stood there without moving as he continued kissing her neck.
Then his hands left her arms and moved around in front to cup her tits. She trembled. He squeezed her tits through the halter and then found her nipples and pinched them gently. "I like these tits, Ingrid."
She did try to pull away from him now, but he held her in place, held her tits in his hands and his arms closed around her body to prevent her from going anywhere.
Once again, she was aware of his cock pressing against her asscrack. She couldn't deny she found it exciting. She hardly ever thought about any man except Eric, but now she was thinking about Roy.
You mustn't, she thought. If you start anything with him, you'll regret it.
"Roy, you've got to stop this!"
She finally forced his hands away. He laughed at her and pulled back. Then a few minutes later he patted her ass and left, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
It wasn't that bad. Just kissing her neck and feeling her tits. She told herself it wasn't really something to be so upset about. Eric worked for him and the Brewsters lived across the road and she oughtn't to be upset about Roy.
But the excitement was there. She hurried to finish what she'd started in the kitchen and then she left and went to the bathroom in the master bedroom.
Otherwise, I'll go crazy, she thought.
She locked the door and looked at herself in the mirror. What she saw was a blonde woman with a flushed face and a hunger in her eyes. She untied the halter and pulled it away from her tits.
Her nipples were stiff, the pink buds swollen and extended. She touched each nipple with a forefinger. Then she cupped her tits in her hands and lifted them. Did they droop too much? She told herself she had heavy tits and heavy tits always had a little droop to them. Anyway, she wasn't sixteen anymore. Did Roy really like her tits?
She unzipped her shorts, peeled them off and then did the same with her panties. She looked at the crotch of her panties a moment and shivered when she saw how wet it was.
Well, he got to you, didn't he? she thought.
Facing the mirror again, she planted one foot on the edge of the toilet seat and started stroking her pussy. Her cunt was a mess, wet and swollen and aching to be touched. She did it quickly, two fingers rubbing her clit up and down, her eyes fixed on the mirror, on her flushed face and the globes of her tits, and then suddenly she gasped and shook her ass as the orgasm hit her.
She kept her fingers working on her clit until the climax was finished, and then at the end she pushed three fingers inside her cunthole and churned them around.
What's going to happen tonight? she thought. She had a feeling something new was starting in her life.
* * *
Ingrid saw nothing of Roy for a few days, and then one afternoon she was out on the patio tending some roses she had growing at the edge of the walk, and Roy was there again.
"You'll get sunburned," he said. He grinned at her, his eyes on her body as she knelt at the side of the rose-bed.
She blushed. She had on a skimpy bikini and she hadn't expected any visitors. Certainly not Roy Brewster. She was annoyed because once again she was alone with him. Christie and Eric wouldn't be back for hours and here she was with Roy Brewster again.
But she had to be cordial to him. She offered him a drink inside the house. She thought it would be better to find some clothes to cover herself and she left him at the bar in the living room while she went to change.
When she returned wearing a tee shirt and jeans, he laughed and said she couldn't mean it. "What the hell are you covering everything up for?"
"I'm more comfortable this way."
She thought she'd be safe with him, but then he came to her and took her in his arms and kissed her. She melted. She felt helpless. She held still for a moment, and then she opened her lips and kissed him back.
He kissed her mouth and neck, and then he raised the tee shirt to have a look at her tits. She
I wore no bra. He pushed the tee shirt up to her neck and held it there while he gazed at her tits.
"Pretty tits," he said.
"Roy, we can't!"
"Sure, we can."
She closed her eyes and groaned when he put his hands on her tits. His big hands closed over them, lifted them and rolled them around. No man besides Eric had ever touched her like this during all the years of her marriage. Roy's hands burned on her flesh. He held her tits in his hands and kissed her again, and she went wild under his mouth.
Then he broke the kiss and bent down to suck her nipples. Now she knew she was lost. There was no way to stop it now. A great trembling went through her as he pulled at her nipples with his lips and teeth. He even hurt her tits a little, and she was amazed when she realized she liked it. Before long, she helped him, holding her tits in her hands and lifting them to his mouth.
"Take the shirt off," he said. "Let me see them swing around."
She blushed and did what he wanted. She stripped the tee shirt off, pulled it over her head and moved her shoulders a little to make her tits bob and sway. "Is that what you want?"
"Yeah, that's nice. I like to see them moving. Gorgeous knockers, Ingrid. Really gorgeous!"
"Helen has more."
"Yours are just as nice."
He put his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her down. She knew what was about to happen and her mind was in a whirl. Oh, you want it, she thought. She told herself to stop being such a hypocrite. Sure, it was cheating and Eric would never forgive her, but she did want it. Roy was so forceful, so masculine, and the idea of sucking his cock excited her intensely.
When she was down on her knees in front of him, he unzipped his fly and brought out his cock and balls together.
It was the way she liked to see a man, the cock and balls hanging out at the same time, and she wondered how he knew that.
He had a lovely prick, thick and strong-looking, with a fat knob darker in color than the rest of it. His balls were big and hairy and as dark as his cockhead.
There was no need for her to tell him what to do. She stuck her tongue out and licked up the drop of clear juice hanging at his pisshole. Then she opened her lips wide and took his cock-knob and half the length of his meaty cockshaft inside her mouth.
He groaned and stroked her head with his hands. His cock immediately began to swell and lengthen in her mouth. She pulled back a bit and sucked just his cock-knob while her fingers tickled the underside of his cockshaft.
"Oh baby, that's nice! You know how, don't you?"
Yes, she did know how. Eric had taught her. And a few boys in college. She liked it. She found it exciting to have a warm cock in her mouth.
Roy started fucking her mouth now. He held her head in place with his hands and slowly fucked his thick prick in and out of the ring of her lips. He did it slowly and he avoided forcing too much of his cock inside. Her throat was at the wrong angle to take much of his knob, but she did feel his spongy cockhead jabbing at the back of her throat each time he pushed forward.
Finally, he pulled his prick out of her mouth and told her to get her jeans off. "You gave me a sweet suck, and now I'll return the favor."
Ingrid's hands trembled as she worked to get her jeans and panties off. Yes, she did want that. Her lips were still bruised from his thick cock, and now she wanted his mouth on her pussy.
He made her lie down on the sofa and then he went down on her. She pulled her knees back and held there while he licked her cunt slit. She felt his tongue on her clit and the inside of her cunthole. Then his tongue moved farther down and she moaned as he licked her asshole.
"Oh God, what are you doing?"
Roy laughed. "I'm licking your ass."
A shudder went through her as he did it again. It was so earthy, so animalistic.
Then he rose up and started getting his clothes off. He looked at her as he did it. His cock and balls were still hanging out of his fly and she couldn't help staring. The rest of his body was gradually revealed as he undressed and she looked at that, too. He had dark hair all over his chest and belly and around his cock and balls. She was used to Eric's blond body hair and Roy's body was something of a shock.
Roy gave her no time to dream. He was on her in a moment, pushing her legs up and draping them over his shoulders and then driving his big cock inside her cunt. She moaned as he fucked in. His thick prick felt marvelous in her fuck-channel. What she wanted now was to have him fuck her brains out.
He held her ass in his hands as he slowly pumped his prick in and out of her pussy.
"You're all blonde!" he gasped.
She craned her neck and looked down, her eyes on his wet cockshaft and the way it stretched her cuntlips apart. "Do you like blondes?"
He snickered at her. "I like pussy. I like them all colors and all sizes. You're a hot woman, Ingrid. I was worried you'd be uptight about fucking."
"Just fuck me and keep quiet."
She knew she was lost now. The pleasure was too strong and she would do whatever he wanted. She prayed Eric would never find out. She didn't want to think about that. The idea that Eric might find out was too unbearable.
Roy kept fucking her with a smooth pumping of his cock, his hands mauling her ass and sometimes one hand sliding up to squeeze one of her tits. She was thrilled by the way his balls slapped against her asshole. His balls hung lower than Eric's, and each thrust of his cock brought his hairy ball-bag smacking against her ass. ;
Then Roy suddenly pulled his cock out of her pussy and he told her they ought to try something else. "Why don't you sit on it awhile?"
"Oh, I'm never any good at that."
"Come on, I'll show you."
She was willing to try it. She rose up and Roy stretched out in her place. Then she climbed over him, straddled his body with her knees on either side of his waist. He helped her get his cock-knob in her cunthole, and then she sat down on him and swallowed his lusty prick with her fuck-channel.
"See how easy it is?"
"You feel bigger this way."
"You ought to do more of it with Eric."
"Oh God, don't talk about Eric."
Roy laughed. "Okay, I won't. Just lean forward and stuff one of your tits in my mouth, and I won't be able to talk."
She did that. She leaned over his face and dropped a tit into his open mouth. His hands were on her ass, clutching and squeezing her asscheeks. Then she felt his fingers rubbing around her cunthole where it was stretched by his cock. She kept moving, kept rocking her body and squirming a little so that his thick cock stretched her cunt-channel even more. She realized how nice it was to have some control over the fucking. She could choose the pace and the angle and get some friction on her clit. She decided Roy was right about doing it more with Eric.
Oh Jesus, leave Eric out of it, she thought. It seemed so crazy that here she was on her sofa fucking her pussy up and down on the cock of her husband's boss.
Roy seemed able to fuck forever. After a while, he made her get off him and he told her to kneel on the sofa with her head down. "I'll fuck you from behind. Don't tell me you don't do it this way, either."
No, this position she knew about. Eric was nearly always on top when he fucked her, but sometimes they did it this way. She liked it. It was very exciting for her to be bent over like a dog while a man put his cock to her from behind. She did what Roy wanted. She knelt on the sofa with her head down and her ass in the air. She knew he could see everything she had, and she found that exciting, too.
You're such a slut, she thought.
She blushed at how much she was enjoying everything. Then she felt Roy's hands on her ass and she quivered as she got ready for his, cock. She felt his fingers rubbing her cunt gash, and the next moment she felt his cock-knob pushing at her cunthole.
"Ready, baby?"
"Oh God, fuck me!"
He chuckled as he drove forward. He worked his prick-knob inside her cunt, and then when he had half his prick in, he lunged forward until his balls pushed against her cuntlips and clit.
She reached underneath and took hold of his heavy ball-bag. She rolled his balls with her fingers, pulled at the leathery sac and twisted it gently as he started fucking her.
She wondered about Helen. Did Helen know that Roy played around? She wondered what they were like when they fucked.
"Yeah, it's good," Roy said.
Ingrid groaned. "For me, too."
He fucked her steadily, his big cock sliding in and out of her cunt, his hands mauling her ass as he pounded her.
Then she felt him speeding up and soon he called out to her and warned her he was close.
"Oh yes, do it! Come in me now! Shoot it in my pussy!"
Roy grunted in response, his eyes on her winking little asshole as he shot off in her cunt.
CHAPTER FOUR
As soon as the door of the motel room was locked, Helen moved to Eric and kissed him. "Well, here we are."
She was amused because he still had that look of uncertainty on his face. They'd met by accident downtown and she'd realized immediately this was her chance. What she wanted was two hours with him in a motel room. She cajoled him into buying her a drink instead of going straight home after work and the rest was easy. He was a lamb, really. An adorable lamb and she knew fucking him would be delicious.
"Helen, are you sure about this?"
She laughed. "Honey, we're here, aren't we? Do you think I'd be here with you if I didn't want it?"
"What I mean is, maybe we shouldn't. I don't want any trouble with Roy."
Poor little Eric, she thought. She knew Roy had already fucked Ingrid. More than once. And here was Eric worrying about Roy.
She kissed Eric again. She pressed her body against his, kissed him hard and pushed her tongue between his lips.
"I want you to fuck me," she said. "Stop thinking about Roy and be nice to me."
She pressed her tits against his chest. She could feel the solid outline of his cock and balls pushing against her belly. He was going to be good. An exciting fuck. It was always exciting the first time. After that, she usually got bored with them, but the first time was always exciting.
Now she relaxed and pulled away a bit. "Maybe you don't find me attractive."
He assured her it wasn't true. "You're beautiful."
He took her in his arms again and this time he put his hands on her tits.
"I hope you like big tits," she said.
"I like these, all right."
She slid her arms around his body and gripped his ass with both hands. He dropped his hands from her tits and did the same to her. His fingers worked into the crack of her ass through her dress. He kept his fingers there just a moment and then he pulled his hands away again.
She sensed something about him. He was more inhibited than she expected. She liked it. She told herself she would bring him out, turn all the switches on and drive him crazy.
"I don't know about you, but I'm getting my clothes off," she said. "I have no intention of ruining this dress."
She walked over to the closet as she unzipped her dress. In a few moments she was down to her undies. In addition to a bra and panties, she wore a sexy black garter belt and dark nylons. When she looked at him, she saw the hot interest in his eyes and she was amused. "You're still dressed."
He fumbled with his clothes, watching her as she continued stripping. Now the bra came off and her heavy tits swung free. She cupped a tit in each hand and rolled them around a moment.
Then she dropped her hands down to the waistband of her panties and peeled them off. "Should I leave the stockings on?"
His voice was tight. "Yes, I'd like that."
Yes, of course he would. She had him now. She walked over to him, wiggling her ass as she stepped across the carpeted floor on her high heels. His eyes were on her cunt-bush, on the jungle of dark hair beneath her belly. She stopped in front of him and ran her fingers through her cunt-thatch. "Ingrid is so blonde, isn't she? I mean down there."
"Yes."
"And you must be too. Hurry, darling, I want to see."
His clothes dropped away, first his shirt and then his pants and then finally his shorts. He was blonde all over, his cock pink and long and his balls full and covered with blonde hair. She went to him and kissed him and used both hands to hold his cock and balls.
"Mmmm, this is nice."
Nice, indeed. He had a lovely hard prick and his balls felt heavy in her hand. She curled her fingers under his ball-bag and lifted it to press it against the underside of his cock. She looked down and smiled at the juice already leaking out of his pisshole. "Eric, you're not sorry, are you?"
"You know I'm not."
"Then I'll have a taste of this."
She went down on her knees in front of him and took his cock in her mouth. She held his cockshaft with one hand and his balls with the other hand as she rolled her tongue over his cock-knob and down along the underside of his prick. Then she sucked his prick, closed her mouth over his cockhead and fucked the ring of her lips back and forth over his cockshaft. He groaned in response. She heard him mumbling something, but she paid no attention to it. She didn't care about him coming in her mouth, but she didn't think he'd come until he fucked her.
He's so easy, she thought. Roy said Ingrid was easy too. The Paulsens were turning out to be a delicious couple.
Now she pulled her mouth away and she made him get on the bed. When he was stretched out on his back, she went down on him again. This time she knelt by his side with her ass in the air near his face. She took his cock in her mouth and sucked it again. In a moment she felt his hand stroking her ass, and then his fingers moved down to play with her cunt. That was what she wanted. She wiggled her ass at him as she dropped her head down farther to get his cock-knob in her throat.
He had a nice prick, not as big as Roy's but thick enough and long enough to be fun to suck. She drooled saliva out of her mouth, let it run over his cockshaft and over his balls. He had two fingers in her cunt now and she liked it.
She finally pulled her mouth off his prick and smiled at him. "Fuck me now, Eric. I want this banana in my pussy."
When she was on her back, he climbed over her and positioned himself between her thighs. "You're a sexy woman."
"Take my shoes off, darling. I don't want to hurt you with those sharp heels."
He unbuckled her high-heeled sandals and slipped them off her feet. She thought about asking him to go down on her, but she decided she would save that for some other time. What she wanted now was a good fuck. She pulled her knees all the way back to her tits and invited him in.
Guiding his prick with his hand, he pushed his cock-knob at her cunthole and rammed his fuck-meat up her cunt.
"Oh, that's good!" she gasped. "Is it good for you, Eric??"
"Fantastic!"
"Fuck me, baby! Fuck me hard!"
She felt the hot cuntjuice gushing out of her pussy. She kept her knees pulled all the way back to her tits, holding them with her hands, her neck bent as she watched his cock ram her cunt. All that blonde hair around his cock and balls. All that lovely blonde hair pounding her black cunt-bush. She wished she had a mirror behind him so she could look at his ass while he was fucking her. She wondered about him. She wondered if she could get him to play some kinky games with her. She wondered how much experience he really had. He certainly knew how to fuck in this position, but she wondered what else he could do. His balls felt so good slapping against her asshole. Well, now I'm getting fucked by Eric Paulsen, she thought.
"Let me roll over," she said.
"Huh?"
"I'll roll over and you can do it in my ass.?"
"Oh, Jesus, Helen!"
He looked stunned as he pulled his cock out of her cunt. She knew immediately that if he'd ever fucked a woman's ass he'd never done it to Ingrid. Now it was even more delicious than she expected. She rolled over and then hoisted herself on her knees and lowered her head to the mattress. "Go on, darling. Don't worry about me, I like it!"
She wished she had eyes in the back of her head so she could watch his face while he did. Instead she imagined it. She felt him prying with her ass. She spread her knees farther apart on the mattress as he fondled her cunt. Then she felt his knob pushing against her shithole.
Go on, she thought. Get it in there and pack my shitter.
Eric Paulsen's cock in her ass! How lovely that was. She groaned as it went in. She'd had bigger pricks than his in her shitter and she took him without any trouble. She wiggled her ass around and then she reached underneath and took hold of his balls. She pulled at his ball-bag and told him to get the rest of his cock up her ass and start fucking her.
"Come in my ass," she said. "I want your load in there."
He went crazy. She couldn't see his face, but she could feel and sense his wild excitement. She kept her asshole relaxed and loose for him, tightening up only occasionally when she couldn't help it.
"Is it nice, Eric?"
"Helen, it's marvelous."
Then he groaned and started pumping harder and she knew she would get his load in a moment. She held herself ready for it, kept her ass wide open without moving her body, and then suddenly he was coming and she could feel the spurting in her shit-tube, the hot jism gushing out in her s hitter and then her cunt and ass contracting together as she came with him. At the end they both groaned as he collapsed on top of her.
He kept his cock in her ass awhile, and then he carefully pulled it out and said he had to go to the bathroom.
My shit on his dick, she thought. She was amused because if he'd had any experience with this, he'd have let her use the John first.
Finally he was out of the John, and it was her turn. She left him sitting in a chair and she went to clean up a bit and comb her hair. When she came out of the John, he was still in his chair and he looked completely bushed.
He sat there naked in the easy chair with his head leaning against the back. Helen was deter-' mined to get him hard again, to make him come again. She went down on her knees in front of him and pressed her tits against his legs. She was amused at the way he looked at her. He was still getting used to the idea that he was actually there in a motel room with her, actually there with the wife of his boss.
She rubbed her nipples back and forth across his knees. She swayed the upper part of her body from side to side, pulling her tits back and forth over his hairy legs.
His body had a sheen of sweat on it and it turned her on. There was a trickle of sweat on his belly, his blonde hair flat with dampness and then getting thicker near his crotch. His cock was hanging limply to one side now and her goal was to get it stiff again.
Now she bent her head and kissed his knees. She nipped them lightly with her teeth, passed from one to the other, her hands busy as they stroked his calves. She ran her fingers behind his knees and stroked the soft flesh there.
It took awhile. The wild session on the bed drained him, but soon she could tell he was getting interested again. She pushed between his knees, spread them wide apart and pressed herself against his body. She had her tits against his chest and her belly tight against his crotch.
"I'm going to get another load out of you," she said.
He groaned. "Christ, Helen, I'm worried about the time."
"Never mind about the time, make something up. Tell her the car stalled or something."
Helen made him pull his knees up and slide his ass forward. She ran her hands down to the cheeks of his ass and dug her fingernails in. Not enough to hurt but enough to make him feel it. She worked carefully, taking her time as she fingered the crack of his ass.
His body jerked as she worked one fingertip inside the tight ring of his asshole. "Oh, Jesus, take it easy!"
She giggled and kept the finger in his ass. She took hold of his limp prick with her free hand and rubbed it between her tits. She played games with it, trying to force one of her nipples inside his pisshole while he looked down and watched her with amazement in his eyes. His knob was pink and clean and smelled of soap and she amused herself rubbing his cock over both nipples. She kept squeezing the tip of his prick to make his pisshole look like a tiny fish mouth.
She thrust her finger deeper inside his ass, pushed it gently but firmly inside his shit-tube to the first joint. Now he was wiggling in response but she could tell he liked it.
She leaned forward and kissed his belly. His skin tasted salty from the sweat. She licked back and forth across his belly, nibbling at his skin where it was loose, and all the time her finger kept sliding in and out of the tight grip of his asshole.
His teeth were clenched and he was moaning. She was certain Ingrid had never paid this much attention to his asshole. Never touched it. Maybe even looked at it.
Helen felt the first surging in Eric's cock now. She cupped his balls and massaged them. She dropped her face lower and lower to nuzzle the bush of blonde hair around his prick. His knees came together around her body and she squirmed between them.
She ran her fingertips along the underside of his slowly rising cock. She pressed it rhythmically, pressing and rubbing and stroking until the blood came in and grew thick beneath her fingers. Eric grunted and slid his hands down to find her head and push her face toward his cock.
Now I get my dessert, she thought.
She ran her tongue along the underside of his hard cock. She licked around the base of his prick awhile, and then she dipped her mouth lower down to pull one of his fat balls around his wrinkled ball-bag. Then she let go and did the same to the other ball. She sucked it and nibbled on his ball-bag and drove him up the wall.
The finger in his ass kept wriggling, and now he was beginning to ride it, shifting around in the chair, squirming his ass on her finger as she fucked it in and out.
She licked back up his throbbing cockmeat and touched the end of her tongue to the knot of soft skin between the lobes of his cockhead. She tickled her tongue around his cock-knob, licking it and sniffing at it to get the smell of him. Now she was turned on, excited as hell by his body and his cock. Her cunt was all juicy again and now she had this bobbing cock in front of her and it looked so delicious. She ran her tongue around and around his fat knob and then she pushed the tip of her tongue at his pisshole and she managed to get it inside just a fraction of an inch.
Eric lurched against her, his belly bumping against his forehead. She kept wiggling her finger in his ass as she cupped his balls. Then she slipped her mouth over the tip of his prick, took it all the way in until his cock-knob prodded the back of her throat like a lovely hot fruit.
She started bobbing her head. She fed herself with his fat prick. She tickled his cock with her tongue and massaged it with her lips. His fingers clutched her hair as he strained against her. He was lost now, desperate to force more of his cock inside her mouth, his mind frazzled by the pleasure of her mouth on his cock and her finger in his ass.
But she didn't want him to come yet. Not just yet. It was no good when it was too fast. When she sucked off a cock, she liked to let the load build, let the pressure gather in the man's balls so that when he came, he came like a geyser. She pulled her mouth off Eric's cock and went back to licking it. She stroked the flat of her tongue up and down his cockshaft and around his balls again.
"Oh, Christ, do it!" he said with a groan. "Suck it again! Eat my prick!"
She smiled up at him. "Would you like to go off in my mouth?"
"Christ, yes!"
She took his cock-knob in her mouth again and he pumped his crotch to get his cock deeper inside. His cockhead jabbed at her throat and she pulled her head back and sucked it, then worked her lips down his thick cockshaft again like a hungry calf sucking at a huge teat.
Before long, she felt his cock throbbing more strongly and she realized he was close. She sucked harder. She squeezed his balls as she kept her finger sliding in and out of his asshole.
"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna come! Oh, baby, I'm coming!"
Her lips pulled at his cockhead and then a moment later the first spurt of hot jism blasted out of his pisshole against her tongue. The stuff gushed out over her tongue and teeth, spurting out like a geyser. She loved it. She pulled all the hot spunk out of his prick, sucking and swallowing, her lips continuing to pull at his prick until she had every drop out of his balls.
Now he belongs to me, she thought. Now he's all mine.
CHAPTER FIVE
If Eric thought Ingrid was holding her breath waiting for him to get home, he was completely mistaken. At the very moment Eric was dumping his load in Helen's attractive ass, his blonde wife was in the Brewster house in Roy Brewster's arms.
"I shouldn't be here," Ingrid said.
Roy chuckled, his hands dropping down to fondle her ass through her skirt. "You're just as hot for it as I am. Come on, admit it."
Ingrid blushed. "Yes, it's true."
Roy unbuttoned her blouse, his fingers roaming over her covered tits. Ingrid felt a rippling thrill at the touch of his hands. She forced her body to relax as he peeled the blouse over her naked shoulders.
He tossed the blouse on the end of the sofa and then unzipped her skirt. He let the skirt slide the length of her long legs, then dropped it to the floor so she could step out of it. When he had the skirt placed on top of the blouse, he ran his hands down her bare back and cupped her asscheeks. Ingrid couldn't deny how exciting it was. His hands seemed so knowing as they squeezed her nylon-clad asscheeks and explored the crack between them.
"I'm crazy about your butt," he said.
Ingrid blushed. "You're tickling me."
He slipped his hands inside her pantyhose and panties and rolled her ass around. "Nice, Ingrid. I'm just a guy that likes asses."
"You still have your clothes on."
He grinned and pulled back and started undressing. When he had his shirt and pants off, he cradled her in his arms again. He squeezed her ass and pulled her more snugly against him. She felt the massive bulge in his jockey shorts, felt the bulge of his hardening cock against her belly. She thought she could even feel the heat of it and she was thrilled by it.
He continued undressing her. His hands slid upward and stopped to unhook the snaps of her bra. In a moment her tits were loose, lush and free under his hot eyes. He stepped back and pulled the bra straps off her shoulders and tossed the bra away to join her skirt and blouse.
Then he took her in his arms again, pulled her close so that the dense hair on his chest scraped her nipples. He cupped her ass in his hands and pressed his hairy chest against the globes of her tits. She liked it. She liked the contact of all that black hair against her tits and belly. He was so much like an animal. She pressed her cunt mound against his throbbing cock and whimpered softly.
He peeled her pantyhose off next. Then he gave her ass an extra squeeze and stripped her panties from her quivering ass with one deft motion. She kicked them away herself. Then she took a determined step towards him, ready now for whatever might happen.
He kissed her again, and this time she put her hand on the bulge in his shorts. "God, you're so big!"
Roy smiled. "It's all yours."
"Let me see!"
He had his shorts off in a moment. She stared at his cock, fascinated by the look of it, by the way it swayed in front of her.
"I'm not used to you," she said.
He hefted his prick in his hand and wagged it at her. "Let's go to the bedroom. We'll be more comfortable on a bed."
"On the bed you and Helen use?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Oh Roy, I don't know."
"Come on, Ingrid. Don't start that now."
He walked with her to the bedroom with one hand on her ass. Then they were there and she blushed when she saw the bed. Now the adultery would be complete. This was their marriage bed, and now she and Roy would fuck on it. A shudder of excitement went through her.
His eyes were on her crotch, on the blonde hair covering her cunt mound. He eased her down on the edge of the bed, and then he went down on his knees on the floor. He took hold of her right foot in his left hand and raised it until he had her heel on the edge of the bed and pressing against her asscheek.
Then he looked at her cunt. He fixed his gaze on the golden pussy thatch between her thighs.
His fingers touched her. He peeled her cuntlips apart to expose the pink inner meat of her cunt. Her gash was wet, droplets of cuntjuice glistening on her pink cuntlips.
"Beautiful!" he said with a grin. He watched a fresh gob of cunt-slime ooze out of her cunthole.
His tongue out, he dropped his head between her thighs and started licking the lower part of her pussy slit like a cat lapping milk. He had the smell of her cunt as well as the taste of it. He licked and nibbled at her wet cunt-flesh. She whimpered as he did it, spreading her thighs as far apart as she could to give him more room.
The tip of his tongue probed her seeping pussy. He thrust his tongue inside her cunthole, searching for more juice. She squirmed her ass as the thrills ran through her body in waves. Then he surprised her by tonguing upward and focusing his attack on her clit. He lapped and teased her clit until she began bouncing her pussy under his face.
"Oh God, suck it! Eat me up!" she cried.
He had his lips over her clit now. He trapped it, imprisoned it between his teeth and sucked it. She moaned and pounded the bed with her fists as the pleasure put her mind in a whirl. He started pumping her with his mouth, his head moving rhythmically, his lips milking her clit, tugging it out of her cunt and sucking it and then letting it fall back again. She arched her back, groaning as she came, her body shaking as he continued sucking her spasming cunt.
When he finally pulled his face away from her pussy and rose to his feet again, she turned wanton. Now she felt no guilt and no shame. She hurried to the edge of the bed and took his cock in her mouth. She sucked on it hungrily, sucking the juice out of his pisshole and curling her lips behind his dark cock-knob. His cockhead filled her mouth, his cockmeat hot on her tongue. She had the smell of his balls in her nose and she loved it. She lapped her tongue all around his cock-knob and then she sucked more of his thick cockshaft inside her mouth.
"That's nice, Ingrid. That's good sucking."
She smiled up at him. "Do you like the way I do it?"
"You're an expert."
"And you're an expert, too."
He grinned. "I sucked lots of juice out of you. You're like a waterfall when you get hot."
She blushed and returned to sucking his cock. The taste and smell of his prick made her head swim. He smelled more sweaty than Eric ever did. His balls were so fat and hairy. All that dark hair around the bag of his balls. She moved her mouth down to his ball-bag and lapped her tongue over the dark leathery skin. She thought of all the jism in there and she wondered how often he fucked Helen. She tried to imagine them together. Helen was such a lusty-looking woman. Ingrid thought it must be exciting when Helen and Roy fucked. She quivered as she realized again she was now on Helen's bed. This was the bed where they did it. Now Roy was fucking her and not Helen.
"Let's fuck," he said.
She pulled away and stretched out on the bed again.
"Yes, I need it." She raised her legs up and spread them apart. "I need a good fuck."
She felt so sluttish as she said it, but there was that meaty cock dangling in front of her and it made her crazy.
She looked at his huge prick as he mounted her. His fat balls swung heavily as he shifted his body into position between her legs. He dutched her asscheeks as he pushed his cock-knob between her cuntlips. She moaned as she felt it.
"Oh God, yes!"
He rammed forward, his cock-knob pushing in, stretching the mouth of her cunthole, his fuck-meat surging into her. She groaned and squirmed her cunt on his big prick. She could feel her cunt-channel gripping his prick. It was so good. She loved the way that big cock pushed at her insides. She never felt Eric this deep. She writhed under Roy, holding his hairy arms as he fucked in and out of her steaming cunt, She knew she would have a big orgasm. She could feel it building deep inside her pussy as he fucked her. She marveled at the way he held out. He seemed ready to fuck her forever. But she wanted to come now. She wanted him to finish in her cunthole. She wanted him shooting all that lovely jism up her pussy. She was ton between the pleasure of his cock in her cunt and the need to come. She whimpered each time he rammed her pussy.
Then suddenly she groaned as he pulled his cock out of her cunt. "No, don't! Please come back!"
"Roll over and show me your ass." A moan came out of her throat. "Yes!" She quickly rolled over and knelt on the mattress with her back arched to raise her ass in the air. She thought he wanted to fuck her pussy from behind, but instead he lowered his head and buried his face in her asscrack.
She went wild when she felt his mouth. He licked her asscrack and then her asshole and then he clamped his lips over her asshole and started sucking it. The sensation of his wet tongue and lips working on her ass made her crazy with lust. Eric had never done it. Eric hardly ever touched her asshole. She couldn't imagine Eric doing it. She couldn't imagine Eric doing anything like it.
At last he pulled his face away from her ass and he brought his cock up to her pussy and he pushed it in. She groaned as his big prick filled her cunt-channel again. He slammed into her, his belly slapping against her asscheeks, his fingers clutching her rump as he fucked her.
It was marvelous for her. She loved the way he rammed her. His hands kept moving over her body, squeezing her tits and stroking her belly. His prick felt so huge as it slid in and out of her wet cunt. He was such a strong fucker, like a bull thrusting in her cunt from behind.
"How is it?" he said. -j "It's lovely! Please don't stop!"
"Have you ever had it in the ass?"
A shudder went through her. "Never."
"Come on, let's try it!"
"Roy, you're too big!"
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you."
He pulled his cock out of her cunt. She tried to dissuade him, but he insisted he wanted to fuck her ass and he refused to listen to her pleading.
He started kissing her ass again. A moan went through her when she heard him sniffing at her asshole. She trembled with fear as she thought about his big cock driving up her ass. She turned her head to plead with him again, but then she felt his tongue pushing at her asshole and a groan of pleasure came out of her throat instead.
He kept tonguing her shitter. She rested her head on top of her folded arms and felt herself blush at what he was doing to her. Was it wrong for her to like it so much? She found it incredibly exciting. She could feel her pussy twitch with need. When she reached underneath to touch it, she found her clit stiff and jutting out between her cuntlips.
Roy kept dragging his tongue up and down her asscrack, and then at times farther down to her cunt and clit. Then finally he had enough of that and he left the bed and went for the Vaseline on the nightstand.
Ingrid looked over her shoulder at him and quivered as she watched him grease his cock. Now she was so thoroughly turned on, she wanted it. Her clit was ready to explode. She panted with impatience. Yes, she wanted it now. She wanted that greased-up cock stuffing her ass.
Then he was behind her again. She felt his hands on her ass and the next moment his cockhead pushed against her tight asshole.
He grunted as he pushed his prick in. He managed to get part of his cock-knob in her shithole. Then he lurched forward and socked his whole cockhead inside.
She cried out. "Oh God, you're killing me!"
He waited a moment and then gave her two inches of his cockshaft.
A wail came out of her throat as she imagined she felt her ass getting torn apart by the stretching.
"Take it easy," he said with a gasp. "It won't last. Just take it easy." But the pain became even worse as he slowly but relentlessly fucked every inch of his cock inside her virgin ass. She thought she would die.
She thought she would never survive it. She knew there were women who liked getting fucked in the ass, but was certain she could never be one of them. Did he do it to Helen? Yes, she supposed he did. It was awful. Then she heaved a sigh of relief as she realized the pain was slowly settling down to a dull ache.
Roy began pistoning his cock in and out of her ass. He did it slowly. He could feel her asshole nipping him, contracting around his cockshaft. He reached underneath and rubbed her clit. It wasn't long before he felt her loosen up. She was beginning to feel the pleasure now. What a lovely ripe ass she had. He wouldn't miss this for the world. He gripped her hips with his hands as he reamed out her shit-tube with his sliding cock.
Ingrid continued groaning, but Roy had guessed right about her pleasure. She was feeling it now, the deep pleasure as his cock blasted her ass wide open. She shuddered and pumped her ass back at him. She rolled her ass around as she squeezed his hot cock with her shit-tube.
Roy couldn't last much longer. She felt his cock swelling and throbbing in her shitter and she realized he was on the verge of coming. The idea that he would shoot his jism up her ass made her wild with lust. She cried out and suddenly had an orgasm. Her asshole clamped down on his thrusting cock and he roared as he went off. He slid his hands forward over her shoulders and buried his cock to the hilt inside her shitter.
Now they were both groaning as his cock exploded. The hot jism blasted out of his pisshole deep inside her shit-tube. When he started stroking again, some of the spunk splashed out of her ass and he looked down at it and grunted with pleasure.
She finally collapsed under him and buried her face in her hands.
"Well, what about it?" he said.
A groan came out of her. "Oh God, it was wonderful!"
* * *
Outside the bedroom window, Justin Brewster stared at them as he slowly pumped his cock with his fist. He couldn't believe it. His old man and Ingrid Paulsen. And fucking her ass! He'd seen everything. He'd watched his father's big cock sliding in and out of Mrs. Paulsen's stretched asshole. Christ, she was so beautiful! Those gorgeous tits hanging down while she wagged her ass around. He wanted her.
I'm going to get a piece of that, he thought. I'm going to fuck her up the wall. The boy giggled. First the daughter, and then the mother. Christie had sucked him off just a few hours ago, and here he was with a hard cock again.
He looked at the couple inside the bedroom. His father had Ingrid in his arms. They were lying on their sides facing each other and he was sucking her tits. Justin quivered as he saw her reach down to take hold of his father's cock. Then Ingrid pulled away and left the bed for the bathroom. She returned a moment later with a wet towel and she started wiping Roy's cock and balls. When she was finished doing that, she leaned over and took Roy's cock in her mouth.
Yeah, suck it, Justin thought.
Now he had to find out a way to get to her. He wanted her bent over, just like she'd bent over for his father.
Oh fuck, the boy thought. His fist pumping his cock, he pulled away from the window and watched his jism shoot out of his pisshole ins thick gobs of milky cream.
CHAPTER SIX
"You're going to get us into a heap of trouble," Helen said to Justin.
The boy had just told her about him and Christie Paulsen and Helen wasn't too happy about it.
"I don't see why," Justin said.
Helen sipped her Scotch and frowned at him. They were in the living room, seated beside each other on the sofa. "You said she was a virgin, didn't you?"
Justin nodded. "That's right.?"
"What happens when her mother and father find out? Have you thought about that??"
"Oh Mom!?"
"They'll raise a fuss.?"
"No they won't.?"
"I think they will."
"Listen, Mom, everybody is fucking everybody around here, so what's the big deal about me and Christie."
Helen looked at him and smirked. "So you know about all that, do you?"
"Sure I know. Anybody with eyes can see what's going on. You and Mr. Paulsen and Dad and Mrs. Paulsen. So I copped the girl's cherry. I don't see that it means anything. Anyway, she wanted it. She loves fucking."
Helen was amused. He was probably right about Ingrid and Eric. They were too busy with her and Roy to worry that much about Christie's virginity.
"But I want you to promise you won't talk about anything to Christie," she said to Justin. "Not yet, anyway."
Justin grinned. "I promise." He leaned, toward her and kissed her. Then he put his hand, on one of her tits and squeezed it through her sweater. "You like that drink more than you like me."
Helen chuckled. "You think so, do you?" She put the drink down and fumbled with his fly. In a moment she had the zipper pulled down, her hand sliding inside his pants to bring his cock out. "I haven't had a taste of this in some time."
"You can make up for it now."
She smiled at the way his hard cock throbbed in her hand. He'd been fucking her for three years and he was still hot for her. She was pleased. The boy always excited her. Maybe it was the taboo about incest. Whatever it was making it with him was always thrilling.
She went down on him. She dropped her head to his lap and took his hard cock in her mouth. She sucked his cock-knob and ran her tongue around his cockshaft. He did have a tasty prick. She wondered what it was like when he fucked Christie. The Paulsen girl seemed so young and fresh. Did she really like to fuck?
Justin pulled at Helen's sweater and managed to get it up to her shoulders while she sucked his cock. He unhooked her bra in back, and then he pulled the cups away in front to expose her big tits. He fondled her tits and squeezed her nipples between his fingers. "Let's fuck, Mom."
Sure, why not? she thought. She didn't expect Roy home for at least another hour. She was on her second Scotch and feeling it and that was always the time when she was most horny. "All right, get your clothes off."
She pulled away from him and they both quickly stripped their clothes off. She took everything off, including her nylons, and then she stretched out on the sofa and raised her knees.
The boy grinned as she opened her legs to show him her hairy crotch. "You're still the best fuck, Mom."
"Are you sure?"
"You know it."
He mounted her, raised her legs over his shoulders and rubbed his cockhead up and down her slit to get it wet. Then he pushed his cock-knob inside her cunthole and rammed forward.
She was ready for him. Her cunt was wide open and wet and his hard dick slid inside like a knife pushing into a tub of soft butter.
"Oh baby," she said.
She found his balls with her fingers. She held his ball-bag as he started pumping his cock in and out of her snatch. He had such a lovely hard prick and firm balls. And all that energy. He rammed her like a fucking-machine, his hips pumping smoothly, his eyes glittering as he looked down at his sliding cock.
"I'm going off, Mom!"
"Shoot it, baby! Give it to me in my pussy!"
* * *
Later Helen lay alone on the bed in the master bedroom and thought about Justin and Christie and the Paulsens. She really didn't mind Justin fucking Christie. She even thought it was good for him. It was better for him to fuck girls his own age. He had such a strong sex drive and it was certainly no good if the only one he fucked was his own mother.
Then she thought about Ingrid. She'd been thinking about Ingrid a lot lately. Roy always talked about Ingrid and sometimes Helen was a little jealous. And then sometimes it was something else. There were times when Helen felt the stirrings of an interest in Ingrid. Yes, she wouldn't mind at all. Balling that peaches-and-and cream blonde would be a treat.
But would Ingrid be interested? Helen wasn't sure. She thought maybe Ingrid could be educated. Roy seemed to think Ingrid had the potential to be a real sexpot.
Yes, I want it, Helen thought.
She slipped a hand inside her robe and found her pussy. Her cunt was still soft and wet after the fuck with Justin. She found the shaft of her clit and stroked it gently. Then the stroking became more determined. She thought about Ingrid as she whacked herself off.
I want her going down on me, Helen thought. I want that blonde bitch sucking my cunt.
* * *
A few days later Helen talked Ingrid into a shopping trip downtown. They did the department stores and after that they had lunch in a cozy little restaurant and then after that a couple of daiquiris in a swanky cocktail lounge.
Helen could tell Ingrid was feeling fine. The blonde looked gorgeous, her silky hair tied up in a chignon and just enough makeup on her face to make her cameo skin sparkle.
"I've got an idea," Helen said.
Ingrid smiled at her. "What's that?"
"Let's indulge ourselves and have a massage.?"
"A what?"
"A massage, darling. I know the most marvelous place just a few blocks from here. Anyway, you're Swedish, you ought to know all about massages."
"I've never had a massage in my life."
Helen giggled. "Then now's the time to start."
Ingrid put up some resistance at first, but she soon caved in to Helen's insistence. Before long they were in the massage salon, inside the locker room undressing together to get ready for the massage room.
"I asked for two tables side by side," Helen said. "That way we can keep each other company."
"I feel so silly doing this.?"
"Why?"
"I don't know, I just feel silly."
Helen didn't care how silly Ingrid felt. They were down to their undies now and she watched Ingrid's face as she unhooked her bra and pulled it away.
Ingrid blushed as she looked at Helen's tits. "You're big."
Helen hefted her tits in his hands. 'They'll start hanging in a few years. Come on, let's have a look at you too. This is fun, isn't it?"
Fun, indeed. Helen could tell Ingrid found it exciting. The blonde had no idea Helen knew all about her and Roy. Helen knew all the secrets. She knew Roy had made Ingrid crazy about ass-fucking. And with that big cock of his. Helen had to suppress a giggle as she thought how embarrassed Ingrid would be if she knew what Helen knew.
When they were naked, they looked each other over a moment and then Ingrid grabbed the large towel and wrapped it around her body. "You said we'd be out of here in less than an hour."
"You're nervous."
"Yes, I am."
Helen decided not to push things just yet. She picked up her own towel and covered herself. "All right, let's go."
Minutes later, they were on two tables side by side while a pair of well-built girls worked them over. Ingrid seemed embarrassed to be lying there naked while the masseuse handled her body, but after awhile the blonde had her eyes closed and she looked like she was enjoying it.
The whole thing lasted no more than a half hour, and then they had a quick shower and they were back in the locker room again putting their clothes on.
Now Helen made her move. She started talking about Ingrid's body and how pretty she was. She patted Ingrid's ass.
"I like you," Helen said.
Ingrid blushed, but she made no move to pull away. "And I like you too."
Helen was direct about it. She kissed Ingrid's neck and put a hand on one of Ingrid's tits. Ingrid froze.
"I'd like to ball you," Helen said.
Ingrid's voice was weak. "Helen, you can't mean that."
"Of course I mean it. Kiss me!"
She pressed her lips against Ingrid's, kept one hand on the blonde's ass and the other hand stroking one of her tits, and after a moment of standing there like a slab of concrete, Ingrid gradually relaxed and yielded.
Maybe Ingrid was afraid to say no. Maybe she really wanted it. Helen didn't know which it was and she didn't care. She was turned on by Ingrid's body and she wanted her. She kept kissing Ingrid and then finally Ingrid took
Helen's tits in her hands to feel their weight and after that it was settled.
They left the massage salon and hurried to a motel. Ingrid was obviously nervous as hell about it and Helen tried to soothe her as she locked the door of the motel room. "Women do this all the time."
"I don't believe it."
"Well, it's true. Anyway, I can tell you want it and we're here."
She kissed Ingrid and urged her to get her clothes off. When they were naked, Helen kissed her again and fondled her tits. "Is it really your first time?"
Ingrid nodded. "I'm not very sophisticated."
Helen chuckled. "No one is, honey. People think they are but they're really not."
Helen made Ingrid stretch out on the bed and then she knelt over the blonde and sucked her tits. She was turned on by Ingrid's pink nipples. And that blonde pussy-bush was adorable. Oh yes, she could see what Roy was so enthusiastic about.
She sucked Ingrid's nipples until she had Ingrid moaning, and then she moved her face down over the blonde's belly to her cunt-bush. Ingrid groaned and raised her knees. She obviously knew what Helen's intention was and she just as obviously wanted it.
Helen wasted no time. She buried her face between Ingrid's open thighs and began licking and sucking the blonde's cunt.
Ingrid cried out and shuddered.
Helen kept licking, her tongue slapping against Ingrid's clit until Ingrid started groaning and heaving in an orgasm.
Helen loved it. She loved the way Ingrid responded. The blonde had a juicy pink gash and sucking it was a delight. She pushed Ingrid's knees all the way back to her tits and looked at Ingrid's tight little asshole. Maybe not so tight any more. Helen guessed Roy's big cock had stretched the blonde's asshole a bit with all the ass fucking they did. Strumming her tongue over Ingrid's clit again, Helen slipped a finger inside Ingrid's ass and brought the blonde off again.
"Oh God, what you're doing to me," Ingrid said.
Helen smiled at her. "I think you like it.?"
"It's too much."
"No it isn't. We're just starting. Keep your knees pulled back, I'm going to fuck you." Ingrid looked astounded. "How??"
"With my fingers, silly. I don't have a cock, but you're not going to mind that at all."
Helen knew exactly what Ingrid needed. The blonde was used to fucking and what she wanted was some action inside her cunt. Bunching three fingers of her right hand, Helen slowly pushed the fingers inside Ingrid's pink-mouthed cunthole. Ingrid moaned. "Oh God!?"
"Nice, huh?"
She started fucking the blonde with her fingers. Ingrid's cunt was flooded with juice and Helen's fingers slid in and out with ease. Each time she rammed her hand forward, she twisted her fingers around to get her knuckles mashing against Ingrid's clit.
It worked, of course. Ingrid was soon reacting as if she had a cock in her cunt. She tossed her head and pumped her pussy at Helen's thrusting hand. She had a tremendous orgasm, a hard bone-rattling come, and when Helen finally pulled her fingers out of the blonde's cunt her hand was covered with Ingrid's thick cunt juice.
"That wasn't so hard to take, was it??"
"Oh my God!"
Helen laughed. She leaned over Ingrid and kissed her mouth. Then she pulled away and rolled over on her back beside the blonde. "I guess it's my turn now." Ingrid raised herself on one elbow and blushed. "What do I do?"
Helen smiled and patted Ingrid's face. "I'd like you to suck me off. You'll do that for me, won't you?"
Ingrid moved as if she were in a trance, and Helen was both amused and excited by the blonde's innocence. She pulled her knees back to show Ingrid her crotch. She reached down with both hands and pulled her cuntlips apart to expose her gash and clit.
"Don't back out," Helen said.
Ingrid stared fixedly at Helen's dark hairy cunt. "I've never done anything like this."
"It's a pussy, honey. It's just like yours except the hair is dark. And I'm very hot. Can you see my clit?"
"Yes."
"And all that good juice running out?"
Ingrid groaned and swooped down on her. In a moment the blonde had her mouth on Helen's gash, sucking at the wet trench, her tongue fluttering inside Helen's gaping cunthole and her nose rubbing against Helen's big clit.
Suck it good, Helen thought. Suck my hot box. Now she had what she wanted. Mrs. Goody-two-shoes sucking her pussy. She could tell Ingrid had possibilities. Ingrid was damn good considering this was her first chance at a snatch. She knew how to gobble a cunt. And she was hungry. Helen could tell the blonde had a hunger for it.
I do like to feed them when they're hungry, Helen thought.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Christie says she likes you," Ingrid said to Justin.
The boy had come over to the back of the Paulsen house to talk while she was stretched out on a lounger with a magazine and a drink. Ingrid thought he was cute. She knew Christie had been seeing a lot of the Brewster boy and she understood why.
"She's nice," Justin said.
"Well, I'll tell her that."
"You don't have to, she already knows how I feel about her. Anyway, you're nice too."
His eyes were on her body and Ingrid felt a sudden quivering inside. It was a hot afternoon and she was wearing only a skimpy bikini. Justin himself was wearing no more than a pair of running shorts.
His eyes were bold. He looked directly at her tits and the joining of her thighs and he made no attempt to hide where he was looking.
"You're beautiful, Mrs. Paulsen."
Ingrid blushed. "You shouldn't say that."
"Why not?"
"That's flirting."
Justin snickered. "All right, then I'm flirting."
Then she suddenly noticed that he had a hard-on and her pulse raced. The stiffness of his cock in his shorts was so obvious. She was mesmerized by the bulge in the front of his running shorts, and when he suddenly leaned over and kissed her mouth she was unable to do anything to stop it.
"Oh Justin, you shouldn't. . . "
He said nothing and kissed her again. In a moment her lips opened to his tongue. Then she! pushed him away and pulled back.
"I'm going inside," she said.
He followed her. She was flustered as she pulled the patio door open and entered the living room. Justin entered the room with her and closed the door behind him.
Ingrid was suddenly afraid of what might happen. She was alone with him. Eric was at work and Christie with some friends downtown. She was all alone with Justin Brewster and she was afraid she would give in to her wickedness again. She'd been so wicked lately. All those hot times with Roy and at other times with Helen. And now here was Justin and it was obvious what he wanted from her.
She had no more time to think. Justin came up behind her, made her turn and kissed her again. She tried holding back a moment, but then she melted. She kissed him back.
"Justin, it's wrong."
"You turn me on."
"It's wrong, Justin!"
"Let me go down on you."
A shudder went through her. "You don't mean that!"
"I'm good. Try me and you'll see how good I am."
She was overwhelmed by him. She let him lead her to a seat on the sofa. He made her sit down and then he knelt at her feet and quickly untied the bottom of her bikini. She felt as though she were in a trance as the boy raised her knees and spread her thighs to look at her cunt.
"Oh God, Justin, where did you learn all this, you're so young."
He grinned at her. "I'm old enough."
Then his mouth was on her, his lips and tongue sucking and licking her blonde cunt. She moaned and spread her thighs further apart. She ran her hands through his hair and pulled his face more firmly against her wet gash.
He was an expert. It took her only a moment to realize he was no novice at sucking a pussy. That made her feel a little better. At least she wouldn't be responsible for corrupting him. She told herself he was just a boy who took after his father. Roy was so good at everything when it came to sucking and fucking. Now she wondered if Justin was like Roy in other ways too.
"You're a terrible woman, Ingrid thought.
But in a moment her attention returned to Justin's skillful tongue. She kept her knees pulled back with her hands. She watched his tongue as he boldly licked her gash with long up and down strokes. She was flowing heavily now and she could see the white juice gathered on his upper lip. He pulled back a moment to look at her cunt again and she blushed at the hot interest in his eyes.
"Nice pussy," he said.
Ingrid groaned. "Suck my clit and make me come."
He quickly clamped his lips over her stiff clit and sucked it until he brought her off.
When she stopped shuddering, he moved his mouth down and sucked the juices out of her cunthole.
"Oh Justin." She came again. She was astonished because his technique was so perfect.
After that he rose up and dropped his shorts. His hard cock bobbed around as he stepped out of his shorts and tossed them away. Ingrid was turned on by the boy's hard cock and swollen balls. She leaned forward and handled his prick. She curled her fingers under his nuts and felt their weight.
"It's terrible of us to do this."
He grinned down at her. "Did you like the way I sucked your pussy?"
"I loved it."
He made her lie down on the sofa on her back and then he climbed between her legs and draped them over his young shoulders. She watched the boy's stiff prick as he pushed it inside her cunthole. His cock was so hard, so pink and stiff with his excitement. She loved getting fucked by a prick when it was so stiff like this one.
He buried his cock in her cunt and started fucking her. Oh yes, he was good. He fucked hard, his cock slamming inside her pussy and his balls slapping against her ass. She closed her eyes and moaned as the boy continued thrusting his hard prick in her cunt.
I can't be blamed for it, she thought. How could any woman blame her for doing this? It was just something that happened. She was waiting for him to come now. She wanted the jism out of those swollen balls. She slid a hand down between them and managed to get her fingers in contact with his swinging nuts. Then he cried out and started coming and she grabbed hold of his balls and squeezed them as the jism shot out of his thrusting prick.
It was perfect. He kept thrusting while he came and she could feel his balls jumping as he dumped his load in her pussy.
When he pulled his cock out of her cunt, he rose up and smiled at her. "Can I call you Ingrid now?"
"You're teasing me."
"No I'm not."
"Of course you can call me Ingrid. But only when we're alone. We can't let anyone find out about this."
"Don't worry about me."
"Mmmmm, look at you, you're still hard!"
She sat up and leaned forward to close her mouth over the head of his wet cock. The taste of Jism and cunt juice was delicious. He grunted and started fucking her mouth. She kept her head still and let him slide his cock in and out of her ovalled lips. She quivered as she felt his balls slapping against her chin. She touched his nuts. Then she slid her hand between his legs and brought her fingers up to his asscrack.
He muttered something and moved his legs apart as she ran her fingers up and down the crack of his ass. She tickled his asshole. He was too dry. She dropped her hand down to her cunt to get her finger wet. She brought the hand up again, found his asshole and slowly pushed her middle finger inside to the first joint.
He groaned and started coming. It was lovely for her. She held her head still while he pumped his load down her throat. She kept the finger working in his ass, and then at the end she pulled the finger out and kissed the tip of his prick. "Empty now?"
He chuckled. "Did I really shoot off again??"
"Of course you did." Once in her pussy and once in her mouth. It's heaven! she thought.
* * *
"Eric, darling, what a delicious prick!"
Helen smiled at him as she held his cock in her hand. They'd just arrived at the motel room and now they had a stolen hour or two away from their famines. They were still dressed, but she had his fly open and his cock in her hand and her fingers slowly working his foreskin back and forth over his pink knob.
She loved being with him like this, sneaking him away from Ingrid. Of course he knew nothing about what she'd been doing with Ingrid, how she'd been amusing herself with his wife. Eric was so naive sometimes. Helen was certain he believed Ingrid never looked at another man. Well, she did, of course. She looked at Roy and she looked at Justin. Helen knew all about her son's affair with Eric's wife.
She'd been having so much fun with Ingrid. The pretty blonde was a wild fuck once she got started. She liked pussy, all right. She seemed to adore sucking Helen's twat.
But what Helen wanted now was Eric. He was so infatuated with her. She had him wrapped around her little finger. She played with his cock now. Then she slipped her hand inside his open fly and scooped his balls out.
"Let it all hang out," she said.
Eric complained. "You're still dressed."
"Well, do something about it, darling. Put your hands on me and do something. Don't be bashful!"
She laughed and held onto his cock as he fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. Then her blouse was off and he fumbled again with the catch of her bra. Finally he had her tits free, his hands holding her boobs up and his fingers squeezing her nipples.
She leaned forward to make her tits hang. Eric grunted and bounced them around with his hands.
Helen pulled on his cock. "I'll get the rest of my clothes off myself.?"
"All right."
"Stay the way you are, darling. It turns me on to see you all dressed with your prick hanging out like that. Keep it hard for me, will you?"
He took hold of his cock and slowly stroked it as she began getting the rest of her clothes off. Watching him handle his prick was exciting. Seeing the lust in his eyes thrilled her.
She did a striptease for him, sliding her skirt off and stepping out of it, and then turning her back to him while she pulled her panties down. She wiggled her ass at him. "I'll leave the stockings on if you promise not to tear them."
His voice was thick. "I promise."
"You like it when I wear a garter belt, don't you, darling?"
"Yes."
Helen chuckled. Men were so easy when you knew what they wanted. She told him to undress after that, and then when he was naked she went to him and she made him suck her tits. He always liked doing that. She had him suck at her nipples awhile and then she stretched out on the bed and rolled her tits around with her hands. "Now you can kiss me again."
He climbed onto the bed and kissed her all over, her tits and her belly and her thighs. When she pulled her knees back to her tits, he immediately moved in to lap her pussy.
She held his head with her hands and pushed his face around in her wet cunt. He had told her more than once that her cunt turned him on because she was so dark and hairy, so different from blonde Ingrid. She urged him on, hissing and whispering at him to suck the juices out of her snatch. She kept looking down at his head, thrilled to see his face covered with her pussy-juice.
After awhile she pushed his face away and she rolled over on her belly. Eric started kissing her again, his lips trailing over her shoulders and back and down to the globes of her ass. He never needed much coaxing for this. She made sounds of pleasure to show him how much she liked it, how much she liked his wet kisses on her asscheeks, and then before long, he spread her asscheeks apart with his hands and he burrowed his mouth inside her asscrack.
She groaned and used her own hands to hold her ass open for him. He worked his wet tongue up and down her asscrack. He was very good once he got started.
"Don't stop," she said with a mewling sound of pleasure, and the next moment his lips closed over the puckered grommet of her asshole and he started the hot sucking of her ass that always made her crazy.
Lovely, she thought. Feeling his lips and tongue back there was almost enough to get her off.
"Do you want to, darling?" His voice cracked when he spoke. "In your ass?"
"Yes, I'd like it there. You might use some soap, I suppose."
She rose up on her knees while he went to the bathroom to get some soap on his cock. When he returned to the bed, she looked at him over her shoulder and smiled.
"You like doing it in my ass, don't you, baby?"
"Christ, you know I do!"
"You ought to get Ingrid to try it sometime."
"I don't think she'd go for it."
"You ought to try, darling. You can never tell about a woman, you know."
Helen suppressed a giggle. She knew very well how much Ingrid adored having her ass fucked.
"I'm going in," Eric said.
"All right, I'm ready!"
She reached underneath to tickle his balls. Then she groaned as she felt his knob pushing inside her asshole. She was never tired of it. Getting a hard cock up her ass was always the most thrilling thing for her.
She held still while Eric slowly worked his cock inside her ass. He was good at it now. She had taught him what she liked and he always made it good for her. He pushed all of his hard prick inside her ass and then he let it soak awhile.
"Oh that's good," she said.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes, darling, I'm ready! Fuck me now! Fuck my ass!"
He started banging her. His cock slid smoothly in and out of her ass, deep thrusting that brought his balls slapping against her cunt. She grabbed his nuts and groaned as he gave her a lovely hard assfuck.
Hard blonde prick in my ass, she thought. She loved it.
The pace picked up and she could tell he would come soon. She was ready now, ready to take his load up her ass. She rolled her hips around, churning her shit-tube on his sliding cock, her fingers holding his balls and squeezing them as he fucked her shitter.
Then at last he was there, his cock ramming in as it spurted. She felt the hot jism in her ass and she went off. He kept fucking his cock in and out and she rubbed her clit with her fingers and gave herself another one.
They rested awhile after that, and then she moved on top of him, straddled his chest and brought her cunt to his face. She pulled her cuntlips apart with her fingers and showed him her gash. "Hot and juicy for you, baby. I could use a good suck now."
She knew he liked to do it after they fucked and she always loved it. She squirmed around on his face until she had his chin digging in where she wanted it. She worked her cunt-gash against his mouth and used his nose to get some friction on her clit. She was amused because just the day before she had sat on Ingrid's face like this. How lovely it was to have her cunt sucked by both Ingrid and Eric.
When do we have the big party? she thought. She wondered how much longer it would be before they would all swing together.
She went off on his face. She pumped away as the climax hit her, and she stayed there with her pussy mashed against his face while he sucked the juices dribbling out of her cunthole.
Well, it's a toss-up, she thought. She couldn't decided which Paulsen gave better head.
I'll give them both a gold star, she thought.
She giggled as she mashed her cunt against Eric's face again.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"She's much too young for that," Ingrid said to Justin. "I don't mind the two of you dating, but I think it's awful that you . . . that you sleep together."
Justin snickered. "We don't sleep together, we fuck."
"Justin, don't!"
They were alone in the Paulsen living room. Ingrid had just learned about Justin and Christie and she was extremely upset. She didn't like the idea of Christie turning into a little sexpot. That was what Justin had intimated. He said Christie was passionate and always eager for sex.
"It's awful," Ingrid said.
The boy rolled his eyes at her. "Ingrid, I didn't come over here to get a lecture about Christie."
"I don't like you having sex with her."
"If she's not fucking me, she'll be fucking some other guy. You're better off if it's me. At least you know me. Anyway, maybe you're just jealous because I'm balling both of you."
"Don't be stupid."
He snickered again. He leaned back on the sofa, stretched his legs out and pointed at the bulge in the crotch of his jeans. "You said you were going to give me some head."
"Maybe I changed my mind."
"The hell you have." He rubbed his crotch with his hand. "Come on, doll, I need it. You got me thinking about it and now I'm not leaving until I get it."
He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly and pushed his jeans and shorts down to uncover his cock. His prick was hard, standing straight up towards his belly button and dripping at the tip.
Ingrid looked at the boy's dick with lust in her eyes. She did want it. She had an urge to swoop down on it to get the juice leaking out of his pisshole. But she told herself she needed to be a little more sedate with him. She was always embarrassed afterwards by the way she behaved with him. He was only a boy, after all. Not much older than her own daughter. And now she'd learned he was fucking Christie and that was disturbing.
But she went down on him. Ingrid bent her head over Justin's lap and took his pink cock in her mouth. The boy groaned as she rolled her tongue over his swollen knob. Ingrid sucked his cockhead and then dropped her mouth down to take all of his prick. She raised his balls with her fingers, pulled at his ball-bag while she sucked his stiff prick.
Finally she pulled her lips away. "I suppose you want to go off in my mouth."
Justin grinned at her. "Sure, why not?"
"You're too sure of yourself, Justin."
"Bullshit. You like it as much as I do. You like sucking cock. Tell me about my father. Do you get a big load out of him when you suck him off?"
Ingrid blushed. "You're horrible!"
"Go on, finish it. Suck me off and finish it."
She went down on him again, her fingers jacking his cockshaft and her lips pulling on his fat knob, and in a few moments his hot jism spurted out of his cock to fill her mouth and slide down her throat.
Oh God, I do love it! she thought. She loved the taste of it and the smell of it and the feel of a hot cock in her mouth.
She sucked his load and swallowed it and then after that she made him pull his pants up and go home.
Later that afternoon Christie came home and Ingrid confronted her. "We need to talk."
"About what, Mom?"
Ingrid made the girl sit down with her in the living room. They sat on the same sofa where only two hours before Ingrid had sucked off Justin. Ingrid quivered as she remembered how thick and tasty the boy's load was. He had much richer spunk than his father.
"I'd like to talk about Justin," Ingrid said.
Christie looked at her. "What about Justin?"
"About you and Justin."
"Is something wrong?"
"I know all about the two of you having sex together."
Christie made a face, a look of exasperation. "Oh Mom!"
"Darling, it's not right."
"That's ridiculous, Mother. I'm old enough to have sex and Justin is the nicest boy I know."
"He's too . . . mature for you."
"Is that what you think?"
"Yes, that's what I think."
"Well, maybe I can't blame you, because he's fucking you too and I guess you certainly think he's mature enough for that."
Ingrid gasped at the sudden revelation that Christie knew all about her affair with Justin. "Oh God!"
"We won't talk about it any more," Christie said. The blonde teenager rose up and walked out of the living room.
After dinner that evening, when Ingrid and Eric were alone, Eric started talking about his job.
"I think I may get a promotion."
Ingrid was happy for him. "Darling, that's wonderful."
"Old man Brewster called me in and said he's thinking of putting me in charge of the sales department. He said he wants to talk it over with Roy first, and if Roy gives the okay I'll get the job."
"Roy will certainly support you," Ingrid said. "I don't know."
"Darling, he likes you. He told me so himself."
"When did he say that?"
Ingrid felt the heat in her face. "Just a few days ago. I was out in front of the house and we said hello. He said things were working out for you at the company and he thought you were a great asset."
Eric beamed. "Is that what he said?"
Ingrid hated the deception. She hated the idea that she was fucking Roy behind Eric's back. But Roy had really said something like that. Not while they were standing in front of the house. Oh no, not quite. She'd been in the kitchen bent over one of the counters with Roy's cock in her ass. He's used margarine. He'd had her wailing and groaning with his cock in her ass while he talked to her about Eric's future with the company.
In any case the news that Eric might get a promotion was exciting. Ingrid thought about it all evening and then again the next morning. Shortly before noon Helen telephoned and invited Ingrid to have lunch with her at the Brewster house. Ingrid accepted. She always accepted. She always accepted when Helen invited her to do anything. But this time there was something more involved than just her willingness to do Helen's bidding. Ingrid told herself she might have a chance to put in a good word for Eric. Helen could easily push Roy to approve Eric's promotion.
So halfway through lunch, Ingrid started talking to Helen about Eric.
"He works so hard at his job," Ingrid said. "Don't you think he ought to get that promotion your father-in-law is talking about?"
Helen smiled. "I think Eric ought to get whatever he wants."
"Then you might talk to Roy about it. Roy will listen to you. Eric says if Roy approves he'll get the promotion."
"Is that what Eric said?"
Ingrid looked at Helen and she had the sudden idea that maybe Helen was toying with her. "Eric deserves a break."
"Darling, we all deserve a break. Let's finish our lunch and then we'll have a drink and get some sun. Or would you rather stay indoors?"
"I think I'd rather stay indoors today." a
"In my bedroom?"
"Yes, that would be fine." Helen smiled. "You see how accommodating I am?"
They both knew what the agenda would be. Ingrid had know it the moment she'd walked into the house and Helen had kissed her and patted her ass. She knew very well she was there for more than lunch. She thought of Eric and she told herself it was all for him. She didn't mind doing it but it was still mostly for him.
So an hour later there they were in Helen's bedroom with Helen on her back and Ingrid's face between Helen's thighs.
They were both naked. Helen kept her knees pulled back to her tits as she complimented Ingrid's active tongue. "Oh that's lovely, darling. Lick it all the way up and down like that. Up and down and around and around! Mmmmm, I love it! I do love the way you suck my box!"
Ingrid was hot. She sucked Helen's clit and cunthole and she even licked and sucked the brunette's dark little asshole. Ingrid told herself if she gave Helen a big come maybe Helen would go along with her suggestion to talk to Roy about Eric.
Helen had her big come, the hot juice gushing out of her cunt and drizzling over Ingrid's face, but there was no need for Helen to talk to Roy about Eric because when the suck-off was finished Ingrid turned and almost fainted when she saw Roy Brewster standing there in the bathroom watching them.
"Like two lovebirds," Roy said. He grinned at them. He winked at Ingrid.
"Oh God!" Ingrid said.
Helen snickered and tried to calm Ingrid down.
"He's seen me with a woman before," Helen said to Ingrid. "There's no need to be upset."
"My God, it's awful!" Ingrid said. She covered her naked body with the sheet. She'd been having an affair with each of them for months, but the idea of being with both of them at the same time was something new and frightening.
Roy started undressing. "Take it easy, Ingrid."
"I think I'd better leave," Ingrid said.
Helen smiled and patted Ingrid's hip. "Darling, you can't talk about leaving. Not now."
"I'm not ready for this," Ingrid said. Helen laughed. "Oh yes you are. I've never seen anyone more ready in my life. Now don't make a fuss or I'll get annoyed. This is no time to turn righteous on us."
Once again Ingrid thought about Eric. If she angered the Brewsters now she would ruin his chances at a promotion. She knew how vindictive Helen could be. So they wanted an orgy. Was it really that awful?
Roy had his clothes off now. He stood there near the bed with his hairy body showing its muscles and his big cock dangling like a heavy pipe over his dark hairy balls.
"We don't want to force you into anything," Roy said to Ingrid.
"That's all right."
"Are you sure?"
Ingrid stared at his cock. "Yes I'm sure."
Helen made Ingrid eat her pussy again. Then while Ingrid knelt between Helen's legs, Roy climbed on the bed behind Ingrid and started kissing her back and ass. He drove his cock up Ingrid's cunt with a single sure thrust. A whimper came out of her throat as he started fucking her, the whimper muffled by Helen's oozing snatch.
It was something new for Ingrid. She had her face buried in a cunt while she had her own cunt rammed by a cock from behind. She wasn't sure which end to focus on. She found it incredibly exciting to have something going on at both ends of her body like this. Pussy at one end and cock at the other. She did like sucking a wet cunt. There was something so earthy about Helen's gash. And Roy was so virile. He had such a strong cock. Now all that fuss about Eric getting promoted seemed unnecessary. She wanted to enjoy this because it was fun. She hoped Eric would get his promotion but the pleasure she was having now was more important.
Roy paced himself. He was in no rush. There would be plenty of fucking before he was finished. He amused himself by toying with Ingrid's little asshole. She was so prim and proper when she was dressed and standing up, but when she was naked and bent over like this she was just a horny slut with a creamy ass and a blonde cunt and a tight little asshole. Still tight enough after all the action it was seeing lately. He pushed his thumb inside Ingrid's ass and twisted it around in her shit-tube. She rolled her hips around to let him know she liked it. He watched the way her asshole sucked at his probing thumb. He kept fucking her cunt with his eyes on her sucking asshole.
Roy finally pulled his cock out of Ingrid's cunt. He pulled Ingrid away from Helen's pussy.
"Now it's Helen's turn to get fucked," he said.
Helen giggled. "How do you want me, lover?"
"Bending over," Roy said.
Helen giggled again. She rolled over, raised herself on her knees and stuck her ass out. "In my ass?"
"Sure, why not?" He smiled at Ingrid. "Lick her asshole."
Ingrid turned pale. "Oh Roy."
"Christ, you do it when you're alone with her, so what's the difference? She says you get off on rimming her. Didn't you say that, Helen?"
"Yes I did," Helen said.
"Suck her asshole," he said to Ingrid. "Get some spit in there so I can fuck it."
Ingrid knew she was lost. She knelt behind Helen and started working on the brunette's ass. She licked up and down Helen's asscrack. Then she pursed her lips over Helen's grommet, stuck her tongue inside and blew some spit up the brunette's shithole. It seemed so crazy to be getting Helen's ass ready for her husband's cock. Crazy and exciting.
When Helen's asshole was ready, Roy made Ingrid take hold of his cock and suck it.
"Get some spit on it, baby. You provide the lube-job today." He snickered at her as she sucked his cock and dribbled saliva over it.
Finally he was ready. Ingrid placed his cockhead on Helen's asshole and Roy pushed forward. Ingrid was mesmerized as she watched it. She had never seen anything like this, never been so close to it. She watched Roy's big cock slide inside his wife's elastic asshole.
Helen groaned, wiggled her hips and tossed her head as she took Roy's dick up her ass.
"Hold my balls," Roy said to Ingrid.
She was thrilled at the idea. She reached around behind him and between his thighs to get her fingers on his big nuts. She held his hairy ball-bag while he fucked Helen's ass.
Roy kept his cock moving, kept his dick fucking in and out of Helen's wide open ass. He was into it now and his intention was to dump his first load in Helen's shitter. He squeezed her hips with his hands and grunted as he slammed her ass with his belly. In a few moments he roared as he squirted his fuck-cream up Helen's shit-tube.
When Roy and Helen broke apart, Helen said she wanted Ingrid on her knees with her ass in the air. "I'm going to fuck you, darling."
Ingrid was puzzled. She had no idea what Helen was talking about. She watched the brunette leave the bed and go to the bureau across the room. Helen opened a drawer and returned with something in her hand. A dildo with straps attached to it.
"Nine inches," Helen said with a chuckle.
Ingrid's voice was weak. "Helen, you can't!"
"Sure I can. You'll see how good I am. You'll get nine inches of hard cock and the damn thing never gets soft. You can suck Roy's cock while I do it."
Roy snickered. "Christ, let me wash up first."
"Never mind the washing," Helen said. "Ingrid can wash you with her mouth. Darling Ingrid, you want that, don't you?"
So there it was. Roy stretched out on his back and Ingrid knelt over his prick and took it in her mouth. His cock was tasty, all right. He had the taste of his wife's ass all over his dick and Ingrid couldn't miss it.
Helen strapped the dildo on and came behind ns
Ingrid. She fondled Ingrid's pussy, speared her fingers inside Ingrid's cunthole, and then a moment later the brunette drove the dildo up Ingrid's cunt and started fucking her.
Ingrid went wild. Now she had a cock in her mouth and a cock in her pussy. The cock in her pussy was a dildo, but it felt just like a real cock and Helen hadn't lied about knowing how to fuck.
Roy's cock got hard again while Ingrid sucked it. She sucked him off, sucked his cock until she got some jism out of his balls.
Helen kept ramming Ingrid until Ingrid got off, and then Helen jammed three fingers up her own cunt and wagged her hand until she fucked her pussy to a finish.
Ingrid thought Helen looked so wild with that big prick dangling out of her crotch while she had her fingers in her pussy.
Eric will hang me, Ingrid thought. If he ever finds out about this, he'll hang me from a tree!
CHAPTER NINE
"I'm starved," Eric said. "What I could use is a thick steak."
They were dressing for dinner. Ingrid was still putting her makeup on and she was nervous because they were running late for their dinner date with the Brewsters. She was also nervous because tonight something special would happen, something so important she refused to even think about it.
"I still need about thirty minutes," Ingrid said.
Eric chuckled. "You're always in a rush when we go out."
"Well, I can't help it, can I? I've got to get dressed."
She tried not to be irritated. She knew that any irritation with Eric would really be a result of her anxiety about the evening. She slipped out of her robe now. She already had her undies on, a black lace bra and black panties. She rummaged in a drawer for a black garter belt.
When Eric saw the garter belt in her hand, he whistled. "Since when are you wearing those things?"
"I bought a few the other day. I thought you might like it."
He did like it. After she had the garter belt on, she pulled on a pair of dark nylons and watched his eyes as she attached the garters to the tops of the stockings. Yes, he liked it, all right. She could see the heat in his eyes.
"I'm getting ideas," he said.
"Eric, we're late."
She managed to keep him calm enough to get them out of the house. They met the Brewsters and twenty minutes later they were all in a restaurant having their first glass of wine.
"Here's to a lovely evening," Helen said.
The four of them toasted each other. Ingrid watched Eric carefully. He was the only one who had no idea what the evening ahead would bring. Ingrid quivered as she thought about it. Now she told herself maybe she'd been a fool to agree to it. But what choice did she have? The Brewsters could be so insistent when they wanted something. And Eric's promotion was still hanging in the balance. It won't be anything he doesn't want, Ingrid thought. She already knew about Eric and Helen. She'd been shocked at first, but the shock had lasted only a few moments. After all the cheating she'd been doing with Roy and Justin and Helen, it was something of a relief to know that Eric wasn't that far behind her. Now she met Roy's eyes and blushed as he deliberately ran his tongue over his lips.
The last time they'd been together he'd sucked her pussy until she'd lost count of the orgasms. He was like a hungry animal once he got his mouth between her legs. And Justin too. How crazy it was that she had the two Brewster men lusting after her. The Brewster men and the Brewster woman. Ingrid quivered as she thought about her affair with Helen. She hadn't known she was capable of such a thing. Helen assured her she wasn't a lesbian, but Ingrid wasn't certain about anything any more.
Then the steaks arrived and Ingrid stopped thinking about the Brewsters. She smiled at Eric and took another sip of wine before she picked up her knife and fork. "I'm hungry."
"We're all hungry," Helen said with a meaningful smile. Then she lifted her glass. "Here's to friendship."
Ingrid wondered if they would still be friends after this evening was finished.
They had a pleasant meal at the restaurant and then they drove home to the Brewster house. Justin had taken Christie to a party and the adults had the Brewster house to themselves for the entire evening.
"Roy, honey, get the champagne," Helen said. "You get the champagne and I'll do the stereo."
"What are we celebrating?" Eric said.
Helen smiled at him. "Life, darling. We're celebrating life."
Ingrid suppressed a giggle. She knew very well what Helen was celebrating.
After the champagne was served, they turned the lights down and they danced. Ingrid danced with Eric at first, but then they switched partners and she found herself in Roy's arms.
"Feeling good?" Roy said.
"Yes, I feel fine," Ingrid said.
And a few feet away Helen pressed against Eric. "Nice time?"
"You bet," Eric said.
Helen smiled. She was already in a dither and nothing had happened yet. Eric, of course, was the key to the whole business since he was the only one who didn't know what they had planned. And that meant it was up to her to lead him along. She pressed against him more tightly until she could feel the bulge of his cock and bails against her belly.
"I thought about you today," she said in a low voice. "I thought about you and I had to go into the John and jerk off. How about that?"
Eric groaned. "Christ, Helen, take it easy!"
"Oh, don't worry, no one can hear us."
After a while Helen whispered in Eric's ear that she wanted to talk to him alone and she led him away into the kitchen.
When they arrived in the kitchen, Eric said, "What is it?"
"Kiss me!"
"Christ, is that all?"
"Don't you like kissing me?"
"You said you wanted to talk."
She pressed against him and kissed his mouth, her hand moved between their bodies until her fingers found his cock. She squeezed his prick through his pants and she pulled his zipper down.
"Helen, it's too dangerous!"
"Don't be such a coward."
She soon had his cock out. She played with it, looked down at his cockhead and smiled at the juice dripping out of his pisshole.
"You're hot," she said.
Eric groaned and palmed one of her tits through her dress. "Who wouldn't be?"
He kept one hand on her tit and moved the other hand around to stroke her ass. Helen continued fondling his prick. She thought she could get his prick stiffer than it was. He was nervous because Ingrid was just a short distance away in the living room. Did he think Ingrid would be jealous?
Ingrid was far from jealous. At that moment Roy was pushing at her shoulders, pushing her down to her knees. He already had his cock out of his pants and now he wanted her to suck it.-"Go on, baby."
On her knees in front of him, Ingrid gazed at his swaying cock and then she looked up at his face. "Roy, I'm so worried about Eric. What if he gets angry about us?"
"You leave that to Helen," Roy said. "Come on now, suck my prick."
She did what he wanted. She opened her mouth and Roy grunted as he dropped his knob between her lips. His cockhead felt so warm on her tongue. She worked her lips over his knob, over the flared rim and then down his cockshaft. Then she pulled back slowly and teased his pisshole with her tongue.
Would Eric go along with it? Ingrid was afraid Eric might refuse. Roy was right about everything depending on Helen.
In the meantime Roy's cock was turning her on. He had such a lusty fat prick and any time she had it in her mouth she always thought of getting it in her pussy or ass. He always fucked her ass now, always finished in her ass and she always loved it. She had enough experience now so she could take him with only some cuntjuice to lubricate her brownie. She thought it was wild that Roy had fucked her ass so many times but her own husband had never done it. Ingrid hoped that after tonight things between her and
Eric would change. She loved Eric and he still turned her on. She wanted Eric doing to her what Roy did to her. Was it really possible that everything would work out for the best?
In the kitchen Helen was having her own fun. She had Eric's balls out of his fly. She had her fingers holding his nuts and her lips closed over the tip of his prick. She pumped her mouth back and forth on his cockshaft. Eric groaned as he looked down at her. His cock was stiff now, stiff like an iron pipe between her lips.
She pulled away. "Come on, let's go back to the living room."
"That's crazy. How can I go back like this?"
Helen giggled and patted his cock. "Cover it up! Put it back in your pants! Come on, let's get back."
"All of a sudden you're in a hurry," he said with a groan.
But she got him to go back. She walked with him, made sure she was close to him as they approached the living room. When they were almost there she stopped him and put a finger to her lips. "Quiet! Let's peek at them."
Eric thought it was some kind of game and he went along with it. The two of them crept towards the entrance to the living room. Helen went first and in a moment Eric was looking over her shoulder. Looking at Ingrid and Roy. Looking at Ingrid sucking Roy's cock.
Eric's voice was a muttered whisper. "Oh Jesus Christ!"
Helen still had hold of Eric's prick. She jacked his cock with her fingers. "Well, they're busy, aren't they?"
"I don't believe it," Eric whispered.
Helen whispered back at him. "Darling, you'd better believe it. It's right there in front of you."
Eric's heart pounded as he watched them. He was fascinated. His first response was shock and anger and jealousy, but that quickly changed as he realized how stupid it was. He'd been fucking Helen for months and she'd just been sucking his cock in the kitchen, so where did he come off to be upset about Ingrid and Roy? All he felt now was fascination and excitement as he watched his wife's pretty mouth stretch wide around Roy's thick cock.
"Christ, he's hung!"
Helen snickered and squeezed Eric's prick. "Oh yes!"
Then Ingrid looked at them. The blonde dropped Roy's prick out of her mouth and turned and looked at Eric and Helen. Especially at Eric. Their eyes met. Ingrid rose up and came over. Helen stepped out of the way and Ingrid moved into Eric's arms and kissed him.
"Don't be angry."
Eric sighed. "I'm not."
"I know you've been making it with Helen."
"I figured you did."
"Do it now. Take her over to the sofa and fuck her. I'd like to watch you fuck Helen."
His cock and balls were still hanging out of his fly and now Ingrid went to her knees and briefly kissed them. She kissed his nuts and then she took his knob between her lips a moment. Then she looked up at him. "Go on, darling. I want to watch you fuck Helen."
Helen was already ready for it. She was kneeling on the sofa with her dress pulled up to her hips. She wore a red garter belt and beige nylons and no panties and her creamy white ass was exposed and waiting for Eric.
He moved behind her in a daze, his cock swaying like a pink hose. He turned and looked once more at Ingrid. She was with Roy again, her hand holding Roy's big cock as they watched him and Helen.
All right, get on with it, Eric thought. He unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants and shorts down to his ankles. He knew how juicy Helen's cunt could be and if he was going to fuck her like this there was no need to get his clothes ruined. He curled his fingers around his cockshaft and pushed his cockhead inside Helen's red gaping cunthole.
Ingrid shuddered as she watched it. She'd watched Roy fuck Helen often enough, but this was her own husband doing it. That was Eric's prick sliding in and out of Helen's hairy cunt. She couldn't help being fascinated by the whole thing. She'd never seen Eric like this, never seen him as a lusty male fucking another woman. She liked the way his ass moved. That was one thing she never saw when he fucked her. She never saw the way his ass moved or the way his pink fuzz-covered balls slapped against a pussy.
"Let's get with it," Roy said to Ingrid. "Get your ass up on that chair over there."
"Oh Roy, not in my ass. Not with Eric watching."
Roy chuckled. "Okay, pussy first and ass later. Get moving."
She was soon kneeling where Roy wanted her. He raised her dress to her hips and snickered when he saw the garter belt and dark hose. He pulled her panties down to her knees and under them and slipped them off her legs. Then he ran his fingers inside her pussy and stretched her cuntlips apart. "Keep your eyes on them."
"Don't worry I will," Ingrid said.
She moaned as she felt Roy's big cock pushing inside her cunt. Now she and Eric were in it together, fucking other people in the same room. She had a good view of Eric. She could see his wet cock sliding in and out of Helen's dark cunt. She could see his pink balls swinging as he pumped his hips.
Both men continued fucking the women until they came. Eric blasted off first, shooting his load up Helen's cunt, and then Roy finished in Ingrid's pussy.
Roy leaned over and whispered to Ingrid that he would get her asshole later. "Now you do Helen."
A shudder went through Ingrid as Roy pulled away from her. He wanted her to do Helen while Eric watched it.
Yes, Ingrid thought. She told herself Eric had to learn about her. He had to learn there was more to her than he thought.
Helen was already sitting up on the sofa, and when the brunette saw the look in Ingrid's eyes she smiled and opened her thighs. "Yes, darling! You can have everything Eric gave me!"
Ingrid shuddered with excitement as she went down on her knees in front of Helen. She was afraid to look at Eric. He was sitting right there beside Helen and of course he would watch everything.
I want it, Ingrid thought. She stared at Helen's dark hairy cunt, at her fucked-out gaping cunthole. Ingrid could see Eric's jism slowly oozing out of Helen's twat. The blonde groaned and bent forward. She pressed her lips against Helen's dripping cunthole and started sucking.
* * *
Outside on the patio, Justin and Christie huddled together in the dark as they peered through the crack in the drapes into the living room.
"Say something," Justin said.
Christie's heart pounded. "I don't believe it."
Justin snickered. "You'd better believe it. It's right there in front of your eyes, isn't it? All of them balling each other."
"My mother is eating your mother's pussy."
"That's right. Ever had any of that? Ever made it with another girl??"
"Certainly not."
Justin laughed. "Don't be so huffy about it, your mother seems to love it."
"Did you really fuck her? Have you really fucked my mother?"
"You're damn right!"
"Oh God!"
Justin unzipped his fly and brought his cock out. "Here, take it in your mouth!"
Christie moaned. "I don't want to! I want to watch them!"
"You can do both. I'll stand on the side and you can suck my dick while you watch."
They came about the same time, Helen and Justin. Ingrid had finished sucking Eric's jism out of Helen's cunthole and then she moved her tongue and lips to Helen's clit and began pulling and sucking on the little nubbin of flesh to get Helen off. At the same time Justin used his fingers to whack his cock off in Christie's mouth. He was too hot to wait for Christie. He needed to get off and he knew she liked it when she jerked off in her mouth.
"Oh fuck, I'm coming!" Justin gasped.
Christie took his load down her throat. She kept her eyes on the people in the living room. She wasn't looking at her mother and Helen any more. Now she was looking at her father, watching her father stroke his cock with his hand.
I want it, Christie, thought. I want Daddy to fuck me.
The girl shuddered as Justin's prick squirted another gob of jism over her tongue.
CHAPTER TEN
As the days passed, Christie couldn't get what she'd seen out of her mind. Justin seemed like a baby now. Now that she'd seen grown men fucking, the teenager realized how much they turned her on. Roy Brewster was so sexy. And her father was something else. She was jealous of her mother now. She'd always been a little jealous, but now that she'd seen her father in action the jealousy was acute. His cock and balls were so delicious.
One day Christie found herself home alone with her father. She'd stayed home from school, her mother had gone downtown and her father had a day off from his job. He'd received the promotion they were all so anxious about and now he was just relaxing on a glider on the back lawn.
Christie went outside to be with him. She stretched out on the glider beside him and they started talking about what she'd been doing lately.
"You seem to be seeing a lot of Justin lately," Eric said.
Christie nodded. "There's nothing wrong with that, is there, Daddy?"
Eric shrugged. "It's all right with me, honey. He seems nice enough."
Christie wondered what he'd say if he knew all the things she and Justin did together. And what would her father say if he knew that she'd watched him fuck her mother and Helen Brewster one after the other in the same room?
The girl was aware of her father's eyes on her body. She wore a tight t-shirt and cut-offs and she knew he couldn't miss her tits and ass. Now that she was aware of her sexual feelings about him, it turned her on to have him look at her. She had no bra under the t-shirt and she guessed he could see her nipples.
Eric finally called attention to what she was ' wearing. "I hope you don't go to school like pit?"
Christie giggled. "Why not?"
"You'll have the boys climbing the walls.?"
"Oh Daddy!?"
"No bra, huh??"
"I'm not telling."
"You don't have to tell, I can see there's no bra under that shirt."
"Then you shouldn't look."
A flush came to his face. "You're right about that."
Christie pouted. "Oh Daddy, I didn't mean it that way. I don't mind if you look. I want you to. As a matter of fact it turns me on."
Eric's voice was weak but his eyes were still on her tits. "Christie, you shouldn't say that."
"But I did say it and I'll say it again. It turns me on when you look at me."
She pulled her shoulders back to emphasize her tits. Now she was certain he could see her nipples, because when she looked down at her chest she could see them herself.
Eric's eyes missed nothing. "You're getting to be a woman."
Christie nodded and spoke softly. "I'm going inside, Daddy."
She wasn't really certain what she expected from him. She walked into the house without looking back at him, but then as soon as she was inside she realized he was right behind her.
When she turned and looked at him, she saw that his eyes were glazed. He looked lost and she suddenly felt sorry for him. "Daddy, kiss me!"
She moved into his arms and they kissed. She stood on her toes and pressed against him and pushed her tits against his chest. Then she dropped down on her heels and she took his hands and put them on her tits. "I want you to," she said. He trembled. His face was red. But his hands remained on her tits and now he started fondling them. "It's wrong," he said. Christie shuddered. "I don't care about that. I think we ought to."
She gently pushed his hands away. She crossed her arms at her waist, pulled her t-shirt off and tossed it onto the sofa. Now her tits were bare, wobbling like a pair of grapefruit under his hot eyes.
"Oh baby," he said. His eyes were glazed again. This time he put his hands on her tits without being coaxed. He lifted her boobs and pressed them together. "They're beautiful, honey."
"Let's go to my room, Daddy."
"Are you sure you want to?"
"I want you to fuck me, Daddy!"
"Christie-"
"Don't you want to?"
His voice broke. "Yes!"
In a few moments they were in her room, watching each other as they stripped their clothes off. Her heart pounded as soon as his cock and balls appeared. He had a roaring hard-on, his knob pink and swollen and his balls fat and pulled up tight against the underside of his cockshaft.
"Oh Daddy," she said. She moved into his arms and they kissed. His roamed over her back and down to her ass and up to her tits. "I'm not a virgin."
She touched his cock. She curled her fingers around his cockshaft and slowly stroked his cock-skin back and forth across the rim of his knob. She could tell he liked it. Justin had showed her how to fondle his prick. Now she held her father's balls in one hand and carefully jacked his prick.
Eric groaned and slipped his hand down tot her pussy. She opened her legs to his fingers.; He probed between her cuntlips, touched the shaft of her clit briefly and then slipped a finger inside her cunthole. She heard him mumble something about how tight she was.
She giggled as she pulled him toward the bed. "You can't tell until you fuck me."
Once they were on the bed, they giggled together. Then he raised her legs over his shoulders and guided his iron-hard cock inside her pussy. They both groaned as his prick slid forward.
"Oh Christ," he said.
"I'm not that tight, Daddy."
"The hell you aren't"
"Fuck me, Daddy! Please fuck me!"
It was heaven for her. Fucking her father. She held his balls slapping against her ass as he fucked his cock in and out of her wet pussy. She let it go on awhile and then she twisted her body to get his prick out of her cunt. "Fuck me in the ass, Daddy!"
Eric froze, his cock hanging there under his belly, dripping at the tip and looking lost. "Christie, no!"
"I want it, Daddy. Justin does it to me all the time. He always finishes in my ass so I won't get pregnant. And I like it, Daddy, I really do."
She had to coax him until he finally agreed.
She brought the baby oil from the bathroom herself and she giggled with excitement as she spread it over his cock. She could tell how crazy hot he was. She could feel his cock throbbing in her hand. Then she turned and positioned herself on her knees and told him to get some of the baby oil inside her asshole.
"Use your fingers," she said. "Justin always uses his fingers first."
Eric was mesmerized by her pink asshole. He squirted some of the oil into the crack of her ass, then added a few more squirts directly on her little grommet.
He told himself not to think about it, not to think about what he was doing. He knew he'd go nuts if he thought about it.
He used his fingers like she wanted him to. First one finger and then two fingers sliding inside her tight asshole to loosen it up. She moaned and rolled her hips around and he kept telling himself he wasn't the first. He had his cock in her cunt and now he would take her ass.
"Do it, Daddy!"
"Okay, honey, okay!"
He clenched his teeth as he watched his knob push inside her oily asshole. She moaned and tensed up a moment, but then suddenly she relaxed and his cock slid forward to fill her shitter.
Hot. Hot and tight and lovely. The elastic walls of her shit-tube gripped his cock. "Oh Daddy!?"
"Is it good, honey?"
"Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck my ass! Fuck me and make me come!"
* * *
Sooner or later all the secrets came out.
Roy learned about Helen and Justin and he went out and got drunk and after that he said he had no right to complain.
Eric learned about Helen's affair with Justin and he felt better about making it with Christie.
And Helen helped Ingrid when Ingrid learned about Eric and Christie.
The adults had a laugh when the teenagers explained how they'd secretly watched them together on more than one occasion.
One summer night the two families gathered in the Paulsen house to celebrate Ingrid's birthday. There were six people and their spirits were high. They were all comfortable with each other now. Ingrid and Christie brought out the drinks, and then after that there was soft rock on the stereo and soft lights in the living room.
Of all of them, Helen was the most pleased. Now she had the fruits of all her endeavors. She danced with Roy and then she danced with Eric and then she danced with Justin. The lusty brunette quivered as her son put his hands on her ass. Yes, let them all see. Roy was still a little uneasy about her affair with Justin, but Helen knew that in time he'd be accustomed to it. She looked forward to sharing her two men. They hadn't done that, but in time they would. She would have them both together. Two cocks. Fucking and sucking. She'd already fucked them both on the same day just a few weeks before. Neither of them had known about it because she didn't want them competing with each other. But in the morning she'd had Roy's load in her cunt and in the afternoon she'd had Justin's load in her ass and the day had been glorious. What she wanted more than anything was to have them both fuck her at the same time. Helen was hoping that after tonight they'd have the idea in their heads and she'd have them both as a result.
If Helen was in a good mood, Ingrid was even more so. This was her night, the celebration of her birthday. She knew they had something special planned for her and her excitement was intense as she waited for it. The past weeks had been so lovely for her. Eric had never been more loving. She'd had reservation about him and Christie at first, but one night she'd watched them fuck and she'd seen how beautiful it was. Father and daughter. They couldn't be any closer as a family now. She'd watched Eric and Christie do everything together and then Christie had watched Eric fuck Ingrid. We can't go back to the old life, Ingrid thought. They could never go back now.
It was Helen who finally stopped the talking and dancing in order to drink a toast to Ingrid.
"To a blonde angel," Helen said. "Happy birthday, darling!"
"To Ingrid," Roy said, his glass raised and a grin on his face.
They all toasted Ingrid.
"And now we need to see more of her," Helen said with a soft laugh. She beckoned to Christie and the two women approached Ingrid. They led her to the center of the room and waved the men away. "Go sit down," Helen said.
Christie knew what the agenda was. Ingrid had an inkling of it but she wasn't sure and she blushed as Helen and Christie began undressing her.
"Oh no," Ingrid said.
Helen laughed. "Oh yes, darling!"
They stripped her. They peeled Ingrid's clothes away until she was standing there wearing nothing but a white garter belt and beige nylons and a pair of brown high-heeled sandals.
Both Helen and Christie pressed against Ingrid, kissing and feeling her. Helen was the first to bend her head to take one of Ingrid's tits in her mouth.
Christie followed. The teenager lifted the other tit with her hand and sucked the pink nipple between her lips.
Ingrid groaned. Her head bent, she watched the two women suck her boobs.
Helen looked over at the men and nodded. Now Roy and Eric and Justin rose up and started undressing. Ingrid's heart pounded as she watched them. The three men stripped themselves naked, chuckling as they did it, making wisecracks about the puzzlement in Ingrid's eyes.
She was certainly puzzled. All three? Helen had only hinted about it.
Christie and Helen moved away from Ingrid and went to the men. Ingrid quivered as she watched them. Helen and girl went to their knees to suck the cocks dangling in front of their faces. Ingrid stood there alone, her face flushed, her pulse racing as she watched it.
It's lovely, Ingrid thought. The loveliest sight of all was to see Justin's cock in Helen's mouth. Ingrid thought that was almost as nice as seeing Eric's cock in Christie's mouth. The taboo smashed. Six months ago the idea of it would have put Ingrid's mind in a turmoil. Now she accepted it. And more than acceptance. Watching Christie suck Eric's prick was the most exciting thing imaginable.
The men had hard-ons now. Helen and Christie sucked and licked and stroked their lusty pricks to get them ready for Ingrid. Roy's cock was the biggest, a big thick dick with all that dark hair around his balls. Eric's and Justin's pricks were about the same size, but Eric was blonde while Justin had dark hair at his crotch. Ingrid quivered as she imagined her body penetrated by those three fleshy spears.
Like a stabbing. They would stab her with their cocks. She felt as though they were about to engage in some ancient sacrifice. She was hungry for it now. She slid a hand over her belly and down to her cunt-bush. She pressed her slit and rubbed her clit through her swollen cunt flesh.
Finally Helen said it was time.
Roy came forward to the center of the room. He winked at Ingrid and went down on the rug. He stretched out on his back with his big cock lying across his stomach like a dark pink club.
"Sit on it," Helen said to Ingrid. "Get your cunt on it, honey."
Ingrid blushed. She kept staring at Roy's cock and she almost stumbled on her high heels as she moved towards him. Facing his head, she straddled his body, one stocking-clad leg on either side of his hips.
Roy smiled up at her and lifted his cock with his hand. "Come on, sweetie, get this in your pussy!"
Ingrid trembled as she went down on her knees. Roy helped her. She kept her thighs wide apart and in a moment they had his big cock stuffed inside her gaping twat.
She groaned as she pushed down to take all of his prick. She felt her cunt-channel stretched by the thickness of his prick.
Roy squeezed her hanging tits. Then his hands slid around to hold her ass. He squeezed and fondled her asscheeks as she began slowly fucking him.
Helen laughed. "Easy, baby. Don't start that, Ingrid. We're not ready for that yet."
Puzzled, Ingrid looked at Helen. Then she quivered as she saw Eric approaching with a quiet smile on his face. He had a small bottle of baby oil in one hand.
"Oh God!" Ingrid said.
Helen snickered. "Just relax, honey."
"Not both of them!" Ingrid said.
"Not only both, but all three!"
A wailing sounds came out of Ingrid. So that was it. All three men would have her at the same time. It was too much. She was sure she couldn't take them. But then a small voice in the back of her mind told her sure she could. You want it, she thought. She started trembling again as she waited for it.
Now Eric was behind her, kneeling behind her with one knee on either side of Roy's legs. He pushed at her back and made her get down lower. Then she felt the oil in her asscrack. The il and his fingers. They'd been doing a lot of assfucking lately and this was always the way they did it. He would have her bending over like a Muslim in prayer and then he would oil her asshole before fucking it. She had watched him do the same to Christie. Eric was so different now. When he fucked her ass he was always so determined about it.
Then she felt his knob at her grommet and she forced herself to relax. He grunted as his cockhead went in. His hands grabbed her hips as he slowly pushed his cock deep inside her ass.
When he had all of his prick in her shitter, he churned it a bit and pressed his balls against the open space between her asshole and cunthole.
She couldn't tell the difference any more. She had one cock in her ass and another cock in her cunt and she couldn't tell one hole from the other. She felt like she had a huge tunnel down there, a tunnel that was now packed solid with cockmeat.
If they move they'll kill me, she thought.
Then it was Justin's turn. He came to stand over his father's head with his long cock waving at Ingrid's face.
The boy smiled down at her. "Happy birthday, Ingrid."
He pushed his cock at her lips. She had to lift her chin a bit to get the angle right, and then when she had it he pushed forward until he had his knob in her throat.
It's magic, Ingrid thought. Three cocks. Three holes filled with three cocks. Her birthday present.
They started moving. It was awkward at first because she was so unused to it. But before long she had the idea of it and she knew how to move. In another few moments they were all moving in harmony, three cocks slowly fucking her ass and cunt and mouth.
Over on the sofa, Helen slipped an arm around Christie's shoulders and cupped one of the girl's tits. They were still dressed, but Christie wore no bra under her blouse and Helen's fingers found the teenager's nipple and rubbed it back and forth.
"I bet you'd like that," Helen said.
Christie giggled softly. "Well, it must be something."
Helen's fingers worked at the buttons of Christie's blouse. She soon had the girl's tits exposed. She stroked Christie's boobs until Christie looked at her and blushed.
"You're turning me on," Christie said.
Helen smiled. "We've never done anything. You and me."
Christie quivered. "I've thought about it."
"Have you, darting?"
Ingrid was coming steadily now. The first climax had ripped through her crotch and then another and another came after it without a break. She groaned and panted and kept her body moving to get the most out of the three cocks. Then she turned and looked over at the sofa and she saw Helen on her knees sucking Christie's cunt.
Their eyes met. Mother and daughter.
Oh God yes, Ingrid thought. She would have that too.
She came again as she thought about it. She tossed around on Roy's cock and heaved his ass upwards and shot off in her cunt.
Eric came next, his hands gripping Ingrid's hips as he dumped his load in her stretched asshole.
And then Justin. The boy called out and slammed forward, the hot spunk squirting out of his prick to fill Ingrid's mouth.
Ingrid thought about Christie again. She came again as she thought about Christie.
