We fucked a lot. And that made it difficult when he was away. He'd called earlier to wish me a happy birthday and to say he loved me and missed me, but that was small comfort. I needed him here with me. I needed his cock in my pussy....
I decided to take a cold shower to cool off. Nude, I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror in the bathroom. My honey-blonde hair fell to my shoulders. I'd been thinking of having it cut but Paul liked it long. "My blue-eyed, honey-haired cheerleader," he called me. I thought that my breasts and ass were too big, too, but Paul told me I was crazy.
I looked hard at my big jugs. At least they didn't sag. They were firm, high-riding, with large nipples that fit perfectly into Paul's mouth. I shivered, remembering the last time he'd fucked me.
I couldn't help it. My hand parted the moist lips of my pussy and I began to rub my clit, circling the swollen button with two fingers. I was hot and getting hotter. I pinched one nipple and a lance of desire shot through me. Sinking to the carpet, I spread my legs wide apart and began to masturbate furiously....
CHAPTER ONE
It was my nineteenth birthday and I was spending it alone. Paul, my husband, had gone on a business trip. He was a sales representative for a big company and his job often took him out of town for about a week. But this time he'd been gone for eight days and nights and I missed him terribly. Married for less than a year, we still had a fire burning in us. When he was home it was wonderful. We fucked a lot. And that made it difficult when he was away. He called earlier to wish me a happy birthday and to say he loved me and how much he missed me, but that was small comfort. I needed him here with me. I needed his cock in my pussy.
He said he'd be home Monday. I sighed at the thought. A whole weekend separated me from my husband.
I decided to take a shower, so I went to the bathroom and undressed, staring at my reflection in the full-length mirror on the door. "My honey-haired cheerleader," he called me. I felt that my breasts and butt were a bit too big. I looked hard at my breasts. At least they didn't sag. They were firm, high-riding. I looked between my legs where my patch of (yes, also honey-blonde) hair hid my crack of a cunt, then ran my hands over my hips and belly. I was warm and getting hot. My body tingled all over. I touched my breasts, and a lance of fire shot through me. My nipples were rigid, my tits swollen. That hot shaft was really running up and down my body now, spearing through my asshole and vagina and up to my breasts. I spread my legs, dropped a hand down and cupped my vulva. God, my pussy was hot! I began stroking it. Ah, waves of pleasure! I rubbed my clitoris with my middle finger. "Paul," I gasped, "I need your cock." Then I squeezed my boobs and stroked my cunt harder. "I want to be fucked! I want your big dick in my pussy!" I shuddered as a mini-climax ran through me. I moaned, arching my back and hunching my cunt.
It had felt good, but it wasn't the real thing. The real thing was a stiff throbbing prick deep in my cunt. I sighed and took a shower. A whole weekend ... I thought.
I was sipping a glass of wine and trying to figure out how to occupy myself for three days when I suddenly thought of Daddy. It had been a few days since I'd talked with him on the phone. And the more I thought about him the more concerned I became. His wife, my stepmother, had died six months ago and Daddy seemed to grow more and more despondent. I decided to give him a call.
The phone rang a half-dozen times before he answered, and when he did it was with a faint hello.
"Daddy, this is Fawn."
"Hey, honey," he said. "You know, I was just thinking about you."
"What a coincidence. I was just thinking about you. How are you doing?"
"Oh, the same, you know. I'm all right, I guess. Just trying to...." his voice trailed off. "Well, you know. How is Paul?"
"Oh, he's fine. He's gone on a sales trip-been gone for over a week. He'll be back Monday."
"And how are you?"
"Oh, I'm okay," I said. "I'm just ... well, I don't know what to do with myself for a whole weekend."
"Why don't you come visit me? You could stay for the weekend. Do you realize how long it's been since I've seen you?"
"You know, I think I just might take you up on that."
"Why don't you drive over this evening and we'll have a birthday celebration for you."
"A birthday celebration!" I exclaimed.
"You didn't think I'd forget your nineteenth birthday, did you?"
I packed a few things in an overnight case, left a message on the telephone recorder in case Paul called and drove to Daddy's. He lived in the suburbs, about a half-hour's drive.
"Daddy?" I called out.
"In here, honey," he answered.
I entered the kitchen. Daddy was opening a bottle of wine.
"Hi," I said.
"Hi, honey." He embraced me. "Decided to pay your old man a visit at last, huh?" He smiled at me, but he had a drawn look and his eyes were sad-looking. "Let's have a toast," he said, pouring two glasses. "To my beautiful nineteen-year-old daughter."
We sat and talked and drank wine that evening, and the more we talked the more I understood just how down my father was. He put on a cheerful face but it was clear he was hurting. I wanted to comfort him.
I went to the kitchen to get more wine. While I was at the counter Daddy came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me and touched my cheek with his. "Honey...." he said softly, "honey, I'm so lonely."
I raised my hand and stroked his cheek.
"Let me just hold you like this," he said, rubbing his warm cheek on mine. His heart was thudding. He moved his crotch in slow circles against my rump. I felt his penis growing.
"Oh, baby," he breathed in my ear, "let me love you."
"Oh, Daddy," I said softly.
He brushed his lips on my neck, and his hard cock was pressed against my ass. Now my heart was thudding. He ran his hands up under my blouse and bra and palmed my breasts. "Oh, honey, it's been so long," he whispered. "I need you."
"Ah, Daddy."
He massaged my breasts, rubbing my nipples with his fingers. I was on fire. My swelling titties were hot, and my cunt was wet.
He pushed his dick on my butt and hunched my rump. I gasped with pleasure when he reached a hand inside my panties, stroking my pussy.
"Be my woman," he said. "Oh, honey, be my woman."
He turned me, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. His tongue snaked between my lips and touched mine. A thrill swept through my body. He pressed his throbbing penis between my legs, slid my blouse and bra up and went down on my tits, flicking his tongue up and down on my nipples as he sucked my mounds.
"Oh, Daddy!" I moaned.
"Be my woman," he repeated.
"Yes, oh, yes!" I gasped.
He lifted me up, carried me to the bedroom and laid me on the bed. He licked my belly, then moved his head down and sank his tongue in my belly-button. He slid my panties off and raised my legs, then dipped his head between them. He lapped my slit. I thought I'd die! Then he sank his tongue into my cunt.
"Oh ... ah!" I groaned. "Oh, Daddy, your tongue!
It feel so good!"
I pressed my hands on his head, threw back my legs and thrust my ass up to give him full access to me. He jabbed his tongue in and out of my hole, zipping it back and forth on my clit. I pushed my crotch into his face and moved my butt around. His darting tongue sent flaming shivers up my vagina.
Suddenly he tore at his pants, pulling them down. I gaped at his prick. It stood up, pulsating, long and thick and rigid. Then he got on top of me, guided his dick to my vulva and entered me.
"Oh, baby," Daddy said as he slid his peter up my vagina. "Oh, you're so hot, so tight, so wet."
"Oh, Daddy!" I gasped.
He didn't stop till he had his whole rod in me, then he slowly drew it out and pushed it all the way back in. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, and that's when he really began fucking me, driving up and down my cunt in long solid strokes.
"Oh!" I cried. "Daddy, your cock's so big! It's so long and thick!"
He grasped my buttocks with both hands and plunged his peter in to the hilt.
"Now, baby, now!" he cried out.
"Oh, God! Oh, darling!" I groaned in pure lust. "Ah, you're filling me up! Oh, Daddy, I'm gonna cum!"
I jerked my ass up and thrust back at him. He was really pumping into me. A sweet sensation jabbed through me all the way to my gut. "Ah, sweet fuck!" I gasped. "Sweet hot fuck!"
"Oh, baby," he moaned. "I'm gonna cum in your pussy!"
"Do it, Daddy! Do it!"
He increased his strokes, hammering it to me like a piston. Then he let out a groan and gave a mighty heave-the first hot spurt of his cum. It splashed way up in my cunt. God, he was fucking me so deep! He kept pouring it in me, plunging his rod up my quim, squirting gob after gob of sperm in me. I thought it would never end-and I didn't want it to.
After we screwed we lay there, his prick still in me, just holding each other, basking in the glow. "I love you, honey," he whispered in my ear. "Oh, Daddy, and I love you."
"You're so beautiful."
He ran his hands over my body. I felt his pecker getting hard. He began making little balling motions. His cob was growing in my quiff. He raised himself and knelt on the bed. I wrapped my legs around his waist. And when he licked and sucked my titties I cried, "Oh, you're getting stiff again! Daddy, you're going to give it to me again! Screw it to me! Oh, darling, you've got the biggest cock!"
His huge thruster was driving me out of my mind. "Fuck me, Daddy!" I cried. "Pump it into me! Oh, sweet Daddy, you're giving me the fuck I need!"
He screwed me for a good five minutes, fast and hard, before he spewed his load. I couldn't believe it!
"Oh, Fawn, I'm gonna cum in you again," he finally groaned.
"I want it, Daddy! I want your cum! Squirt it in me-squirt my pussy full of hot cum!"
"Hot fuck in your cunt!" he cried out as he unloaded in me.
It was heaven.
After Daddy went to sleep, I lay in his arms, blissfully satisfied but thinking. We had committed incest, and that was taboo. But I felt no shame, no guilt. On the contrary, I felt supremely happy and fulfilled. Daddy loved me and I loved him. He needed me as only a man could need a woman. Our fucking had been wild but, at the same time, filled with love for each other. There was nothing wrong with it. Nothing that good could be wrong. And it was good! God, how Daddy could fuck. He'd given me all I wanted, and more. I looked at him lying there. Even though he was in his forties, Daddy was in good shape. And he was handsome.
I thought of my husband. I had never committed adultery. But again, there was no guilt. I loved my husband. We had a happy marriage. Paul was sensitive, open-minded, handsome. And he was a sensuous lover. He gave me all I wanted-when he gave it to me. That was the problem-his damn sales trips. His being gone for a week or more at a time. But, other than that, our marriage was great.
No, I felt no guilt after committing both incest and adultery. As a matter-of-fact, the more I thought about it the more aroused I became. My father had fucked me. My own father! My heart raced with a strange perverse feeling. Even though I felt no guilt I knew that I'd been unfaithful to my husband and shattered the taboo between father and daughter. I allowed the feeling of perversity to grow. At the same time it was mixed with love-love for my father and husband. I wanted to share my body with them.
CHAPTER TWO
I awoke with my father's hand on my breasts. He was massaging my tits, softly mashing them and gently tweaking the nipples. I felt his thick penis pressing my butt.
I murmured. "That feels good." He ran his rod between my ass-cheeks. I turned over and wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Good morning," he said.
"Is it morning already?" I asked.
"Sure is," he replied. "You've slept the night away."
He got on top of me and we slowly rubbed our bodies together, and shared a deep kiss. He trailed his lips down to my boobs and mouthed them.
"Your peter's stiff this morning."
"You make it that way."
He slid down and turned around, spread my legs and went down on me, lapping my vulva and drawing his tongue along my clit.
"Oh, Daddy, you don't know how good that feels!" I raised my legs and spread them as wide as I could. He took hold of my buttocks and dug his tongue into my cunt.
"Oh, God, eat me!" I gasped. "Eat me out! Suck my pussy!"
He flicked his tongue on my clit as he sucked my cunt.
"Ooh, your tongue! Feels so good! Oh, God, this is heaven!"
He suddenly turned us both over so I was on top of him, and without missing a lick. He kept jabbing his tongue into me. I was already close to cumming. And there was Daddy's dick-big and hard and throbbing. I clasped it and felt him shudder. I stroked it. It was so hot! I leaned down and brushed my lips up and down the thick shaft. It had to be at least eight inches long and four inches around. I coated it with saliva and got down to really sucking it. I opened my mouth wide and took the head in, licking it. Then I relaxed my jaws and moved on down till I had half of it in my mouth. I wanted it all. He pushed my head down while thrusting his hips up and drove his penis deep. But it was too long, so I ran my mouth up and down a good three-fourth's of it.
I ground my pussy on his face and he screwed my mouth.
I was so close to climaxing. His rampaging tongue was going to make me cum. We hunched each other's faces faster and harder. I felt his prick jump. I knew he was about to discharge. He lunged his peter deep in my mouth and a stream of pungent jism spewed out. I swallowed it and kept swallowing, milking his dick, sucking in all his cream. My body grew taut as an orgasm exploded inside me. He kept tongue-fucking me as I shuddered with ecstasy. Then I let my body sink down and Daddy moved up to lie beside me. We embraced.
"Oh, Daddy," I sighed, "that was wonderful." I stroked his cheek and he nuzzled my neck. "I love your cock."
"I love your pussy," he said.
We laughed and held each other close.
We finally got out of bed. While I took a shower, Daddy cooked us breakfast. He was a good cook. "You're going to make someone a good wife," I said.
"I am good in the kitchen," he chuckled.
"You're not so bad in the bedroom either."
His eyes shone. My heart thudded with joy. Daddy had been so down, so despondent. I had given him some happiness.
We cleaned up in the kitchen, not saying much, just looking at each other occasionally and smiling. Then we stood looking at each other. "Well, what should we do today?" I asked.
"Anything you want," he said. "We could go out somewhere if you like."
We moved toward each other at the same time. He held me tight and nuzzled his lips over my neck.
"Oh, baby," he murmured. He found my lips and we opened our mouths and tongued each other. A tingling chill ran down my body.
"We don't have to go out," he said, kissing and licking my cheeks, my throat, my shoulders. "We could stay right here." He rubbed my buttocks.
"Umm, yeah," I answered. I pressed myself against him and moved my hips around. I felt his penis rising.
"Oh, baby!" he exclaimed. He opened my robe and I pulled his head down to my breasts.
"Lick my titties, Daddy. Suck them."
He lapped my stiff nipples as he sucked on my hot tits.
I reached down and clutched his crotch and began rubbing it. His pecker was stiff and growing stiffer. I unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out, cupped my hand around it, stroked it.
He pulled back and hurriedly took off his clothes. "I wanna be completely naked with you," he said.
I stripped off my robe and he came to me. We crushed our bodies together. He ran his big cock upon my vulva and I rubbed back.
"Fuck me, Daddy," I implored him.
He had my back against the kitchen counter. He raised me up a little and I spread my legs. I felt his penis touch my cunthole. He clasped my rump and moved up. My cunt lips parted and he slid into me. The pleasure was so intense I thought I'd pass out. On and on he came with his hard thick rod.
"Oh, yes!" I gasped. "Oh, Daddy, slide it in all the way! Oh, give me that big peter! Ooh, Daddy!"
After he buried himself in me, he stopped for a second, then he pulled back and pushed up. "Oh, baby!" he groaned. "Your pussy's so hot! So tight! Ah, yes!"
Again he screwed me good and hard. "That's it!" I cried. "Oh, Daddy, we're fucking now! All the way-fill me up! Pump my pussy full!"
"Fuck, honey, fuck!" he called out.
"Oh, Jesus, I could fuck like this all day! Screw me, Daddy! Oh, yes! Screw your daughter! Oh, we're committing incest! My father's fucking me, my own father's fucking me! Oh, God-it's so good!"
I reared up and my whole body went rigid as I started climaxing. "Now, Daddy, now! Oh, sweet fucking Daddy, I'm cumming!"
He groaned as he pumped it in me. He spewed streams of hot sperm deep in my vagina.
"Oh, Daddy! Oh, darling, I love you!"
"Oh, baby!" he moaned, "I love you!"
"I wish ... "I began.
"You wish what?" Daddy asked.
I slowly wiggled my pussy around and Daddy moved in unison with me as we enjoyed a delicious little afterfuck. "I wish I could be your wife. I wish we could get married."
"So do I, honey, but that's just a little impossible. It's slightly against the law for a father to marry his daughter-not to mention that you're already mar-
"I can dream, can't I?"
"Sure," Daddy said, kissing my breasts.
"I wish I was married to both you and Paul. I wish both of you were my husbands."
"Well," Daddy laughed, "Paul might not go along with that."
"God, I love you both so much. I want to give myself to both of you, share my body with both of you."
"You are, honey."
"Yes, but I mean openly-with Paul."
"With Paul?"
"Yes, both of you." He caressed my ass and licked my tits. "I want to share myself with both of you at the same time."
Daddy's pecker was really getting stiff. But he pulled it out and pulled me down on my hands and knees and got behind me. He spread my ass-cheeks. I felt the tip of his tongue touch my asshole. It tickled. Then he began sliding his tongue up and down between the mounds of my butt. God, that felt good! I spread my legs and reared my ass up. With one hand he rubbed one of my boobs and with the other he rubbed my vulva. Oh, god, I was in heaven! He ran his tongue on my asshole, then slid it in. "Oh, ah," I moaned. "Oh, Daddy, don't stop! Don't ever stop!"
He slipped his thumb in my cunt and drew it up and down on my clitoris. I gyrated my pelvis. God, he was driving me wild!
He pulled his tongue out and slid a middle finger up my anus. Now he was finger-fucking both my cunt and ass. I caught his rhythm and began moving in unison with it.
He clutched my buttocks and spread them and pushed his rod against my butthole.
"Oh Daddy! You're going to-oh, God-oh!" I cried as he nudged the head of his penis into my asshole. He grabbed me around my middle and pulled me to him. He pushed forward and more of his prick entered my ass.
"Oh, Fawn baby, your ass is so tight!" he wheezed.
Slowly but surely he squeezed his column of meat up my anus.
"Oh, baby," he cried out. "Up your ass, your sweet tight ass!"
"Oh, God!" I groaned. "Your cock's so big!"
"Oh, baby! Ah, I'm gonna slide every inch of it in you! Oh yeah, there it is!"
He stopped for a moment, then he began moving his rod again, this time in slow little strokes. He began finger-fucking my pussy again, matching that movement with the movement of his prick.
My ass channel was wet now and he began moving up and down in longer strokes, pulling his staff almost out, then sliding it all the way up my ass.
"Oh, yes!" I gasped. "That's good! Ah, that's it, Daddy! Faster, harder! Fuck my ass! Pump it in me good! Stuff that big stiff pecker up my ass! Now! Now! Oh, you fucker!"
"Ah, get ready," he called out. "I'm gonna squirt it in you!"
"Do it, Daddy! Squirt cum in your daughter's ass!"
He drove his column all the way up my rectum, then rapped out a dozen short jabs and shot out a stream of semen. Then he pulled back and drove in again a half-dozen times and spewed another stream. Then still another half-dozen times and another spurt. And still another. All I could do was pant with pleasure and leave my asshole open for him as he flooded it with cream.
"Oh, Daddy," I moaned, "I've never been fucked so good!"
He ran his hands over my breasts and licked my neck and slowly moved his penis up and down.
We rested for a while. We had done some furious fucking. Yes, we finally did go out, to dinner and a movie. And when we came back we sat, drank wine and listened to some good soft music. Then Daddy went to take a shower. He was a bit surprised when I stepped under the shower with him.
"Mind if I join you?" I asked.
"Why, no, be my guest," he said.
We let the water run over us till we were soaking wet. I cupped his peter and began rubbing it. "Would you like me to suck your dick?"
"Oh, baby, you know I would."
I got down on my knees, took his prick and placed it between my breasts, and pressing them together. Daddy sighed and ran his rod between my titties. I watched as the turgid head of his tool surged up between them. His glans was inches from my face. I opened my mouth and took it in. Daddy placed his hands on my head and slid his cock up and down. I sucked it, twirling my tongue around its head, bringing it to its full length and thickness. I stood and wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pressed my cunt against his penis.
"How'd you like a nice hot piece of pussy," I said.
"Oh, honey!" he panted.
I wrapped my legs around his waist. "Come and get it, Daddy. My pussy's yours."
He backed me up against the wall, held my butt and guided his cock to my slit. He hunched forward, then in one smooth motion he slid every inch of it in.
"Oh, Daddy, I'm yours! All of me! Ah, take me! Ooh, Daddy, give me your love!"
He screwed me with hard, fast strokes. "Cum in me, Daddy! Squirt your cum in my cunt! Yes, yes! Oh, God, yes!"
I came. I went to sleep that night with my father's prick in my pussy.
The next morning I was surprised by a call from Paul. He told me that he'd called home and gotten my message that I'd be at my father's. He said he'd be home sooner than expected-that evening, as a matter-of-fact.
CHAPTER THREE
I put on a skimpy low-necked silk robe with nothing on underneath and waited hungrily for Paul. It had been ten days and nights since we'd been together. I wondered if Paul would always be a sales representative, if he'd always be going on business trips. A week or so at home and a week or more away. It was a bleak prospect. I couldn't go with him on his business trips. It was against company rules. Paul liked his job, but he didn't enjoy the long trips and being separated from me. He'd told me on more than one occasion that eventually he'd move up in the company, that he'd gain a position such that he wouldn't have to make sales trips. I just wondered how long that would take.
I heard a car pull up in the drive and looked out. It was Rip's car. Rip was Paul's associate, and they made most of their sales trips together. I watched as Paul got out of the car, said a few words to Rip, waved goodbye and walked up to the house. God, Paul was handsome! His blond hair was slightly mussed and, although I couldn't make them out, I loved his green-blue eyes. He had an athletic body; he kept in shape. A dart of fire ran up through my body at the thought of what we'd be doing that night-and every night till he had to leave on another trip.
When he came in I met him at the door, wrapping my arms around him. "Hi, honey," I said. He embraced me tightly and rubbed his cheek on mine.
"Did you miss me?" he asked, his eyes twinkling.
"You don't know how much," I replied.
We shared a long open-mouthed kiss.
"Umm, you smell good," he said. "What's that scent you're wearing?
"It's called soap and water," I laughed.
"They ought to market it," he said. "Umm, that's some outfit you're wearing." He looked down at my slinky robe. He brushed his hands around, fondling my hips and buttocks.
"It comes without a bra and panties," I said.
"I like it." He nuzzled his lips on down to my breasts. I pressed my crotch against his and made little circular motions.
"Oh, honey," I breathed in his ear, "I've thought about you so much."
He ran his mouth down to my tits, kissing and licking them. I felt his prick stiffening. I unhooked my robe and brought my hands up under my breasts and lifted them. "All yours, honey."
He went down on my boobs, running his tongue all around my nipples as his lips and mouth sucked my mounds. I rubbed his crotch, then unzipped his slacks and saw his penis flop out. He had a big dick. Not as long and thick as Daddy's, but ample nonetheless. And it felt good in my hand, so I asked, "Would you like me to suck dickie, honey?"
He pressed my head down. I got down on my knees and flicked out my tongue, running my tongue down and up and all around. Then I took the glans in and sucked it.
He grabbed my head and thrust his hips forward. "Oh, Fawn, baby!" he wheezed. "Suck it! Ah, suck my prick! Oh yeah!"
I let him drive half his poker into my mouth, then I grabbed the base of it and began sucking in earnest.
"Oh, baby!" he cried. "Ah, you're driving me crazy!"
I released his rod and stood. I didn't want him cumming in my mouth just yet. I wanted it in my pussy first. I wrapped my arms around his neck and ground my body against him. "Take off your clothes, hon. Be naked with me."
He tore off his clothes. I rubbed my flaming vulva on his throbbing tool. He clutched my butt and hunched me.
"Suck my titties!" I cried. He crammed his mouth down on my globes. "Oh, sweet hubby, we're gonna lick and suck and fuck!"
We lowered ourselves onto the floor and Iplaced my hands on his head and guided him down. His wet lips and tongue left a scorching trail down my belly. He knew what I wanted and he gave it to me. He buried his face in my muff. He lapped all around my lips. I lifted my legs, bent them back and thrust my pelvis up. My cunt was wide open to him.
"Lick me, honey," I whimpered. "Oh, God, stick that wet tongue in me!"
He dipped his tongue into my slit and lapped around inside, then he zipped his tongue up and down my clit. "Eat me!" I panted. "Oh, darling, eat me out! Now! Oh, fucking Jesus-I'm cumming already!" I writhed and jerked and hunched as wave after wave of orgasmic ecstasy washed over me.
Then Paul crawled up and mounted me. I wrapped my legs around his back and he shoved his rigid staff into me. My vagina was sopping wet and his cock slid up in a smooth motion. God, if there was anything more wonderful than a stiff cock up my cunt, I didn't know what it was-unless it was a husky dick up my ass. Paul drove his pike up and down my sheath. Every stroke sent a delicious lance of fire up my gut.
"Oh, babe!" he groaned. "Oh, Fawn! God, your sweet fucking pussy!"
He pounded it in me, going at it like a jackhammer.
"Oh, that's it!" I cried. "Screw me! Oh, lover, oh, hubby, this is the best screwing you've ever given me! Pump it, shove it, ram it in me! Give me all you've got!"
With a strangled cry, Paul lunged, burying every inch of his organ in me. A long steaming stream shot out of his prick. I drew in my cunt muscles and clamped down on his meat, pulling at it, sucking it, sucking all his semen way up my vagina. He groaned again, then, after a long slide up my tube, he relaxed atop me.
We didn't move for a while. We just lay there, breathing hard. Eventually we came around. I brushed his cheek with mine and slowly drew my hands around his shoulders. He caressed my flanks and nuzzled my neck. We slowly moved our bodies in a post-fuck motion.
"Oh, hon," I murmured, "you're some lover."
"So are you."
"You've got a stiff dick and I've got a hot pussy. I'd say we fit together quite nicely."
"You're right," he laughed. He looked at my breasts and on down to my hips. He caressed my buttocks. "Ummm, I'm a lucky man to have a wife like you. A beautiful young woman who loves to fuck."
"And I'm a lucky woman to have a husband like you. A handsome young man who loves to lick my pussy."
"You've got a sweet-tasting pussy. It's easy to love something that tastes so good."
"Ummm, yeah, like your peter."
"You like the taste of my peter?"
"Ummm," I murmured.
He gently rolled off me. I got on top of him and brushed my mouth down his neck to his chest. I rubbed my pussy on his penis. "Does that feel good?"
"Oh, yes."
His prick was growing. I suddenly wanted it to grow in my mouth. I went down on him, gobbling up his dick. He gasped and thrust his thighs up. I sucked all the way down his prong, which ballooned in my mouth. I played with his balls and pulled his rod as I lapped and licked it.
"Oh, God, yes!" he cried out. He heaved his pole up my mouth, holding my head down. "Suck it all, babe, every inch of it!"
I went up and down on his poker, furiously sucking it.
"Suck my dick, baby!" he called out. "Ah, God, I'm fucking your mouth! Oh, Jesus God, I'm gonna cum in your mouth! Now-now!"
A long stream of cum erupted from his penis and splattered the back of my throat. I swallowed it down.
"Swallow it!" he shouted. "Swallow every drop of it! Oh, you sweet-sucking hot fucker! Swallow every bit of it!"
I drained him. One pearly drop remained on the tip of his cob. I lapped it up.
"Oh, baby," he moaned.
I lay down beside him and we cuddled up. "You're something else. That was almost worth waiting ten days for."
"Not quite," I said. I kissed his lips and trailed my mouth on his cheek. "Just think of how it would be if you didn't have to go on trips. We could lick and suck and fuck every night." I stroked his chest. "Every evening when you came home from work I'd have some good hot pussy waiting for you." I licked his chest. "A hot piece of ass and a hot sucking mouth. And all for you."
"Oh, baby, I know," he sighed. "It won't be much longer."
"I hope not."
I fixed a hot bath and Paul slipped into the tub. "Ah, yes," he murmured, stretching out. I got in with him and we sponged each other off. Then I sat with my back to him so he could sponge my back.
"You missed a couple of spots," I said.
"Oh? Where?"
"In front." I guided his hands around and placed them on my breasts. "Yeah, right there."
He massaged my mounds, palming them and running the front of his fingers on my nipples.
"Umm, baby," Paul hummed, nuzzling my neck. "Did I ever tell you what nice breasts you've got? Big and firm and warm."
"Yes, but tell me again."
"Ah, your tits were made to rub and squeeze and lick and suck." He rubbed my titties till they were hot and swollen.
"Oh, Paul," I moaned. "Rub them, squeeze them, yes, ooh that feels good."
I reached back and touched his penis. It was half-hard. I squeezed it till it was turgid and pulsating. I got up on my hands and knees and lifted my buttocks high. "Lick me, Paul."
He ran his hands between my legs and clasped my waist. I felt his tongue graze my slit. He breathed on my vulva, then suddenly jabbed his tongue in.
"Oh, God, yes!" I gasped. I spread my legs wide and moved my cunt back. He flicked his tongue on my clitoris. "Oh, darling!" I huffed. "Lick, eat, suck me! Lick my ass, Paul! Stick your tongue up my ass!"
He drew his tongue up and lapped between my ass mounds. Then he spread my buttocks apart and dove his tongue on my rosebud.
"Oh, that feels so good! So fucking good! Ah, stick it in. Oh, dear hubby, jab your tongue in!"
He dug his wide tongue into my asshole.
"Oh, hon!" I cried out. "Oh, you're driving me wild! Screw me, screw my ass!" I grabbed his tool and pulled it toward me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and positioned his legs between mine. He pushed forward and his glans entered my anus. "Ah, yes!" I groaned. "Screw me, baby-all the way! All the way up my ass!"
He slowly slid his cock up my ass.
"Every inch, darling-ooh, give me every inch of it!"
God, he filled me up! Every bit of his distended member was lodged tightly up my rectum. Then he began screwing me with long, slow, easy probes.
"Faster, Paul! Faster, harder! That's the way I want it! Dig it in. Oh, I love it! Oh, sweet Lucifer-oh, I love a cock deep in my ass! I want it every day-every night! Oh Paul, I wish you had two pricks! One for my ass, one for my pussy!"
"Oh, baby," Paul croaked, pumping away.
"Two dicks fucking me!" I cried out. "Two big stiff dicks in my ass and cunt! What I wouldn't give for two cocks every day!"
Suddenly he ejaculated, splashing spunk way up in me.
"Screw!" he shouted. "Screw your hot ass!"
He collapsed on my back, his hose still spurting jism. Then we sank into the water and relaxed. Paul shook his head and grinned. "You're some hot broad, and I love you. I just don't know if I can keep up with you."
"You're not doing so bad."
"Maybe if I had two cocks I could do better," he smiled.
"Maybe. Maybe the next time you come back from a trip you'll have another cock with you."
He laughed. "How am I going to do that? Grow another one?"
"No. Just bring another one with you."
He looked blankly at me and I laughed. Then he laughed.
"Are you trying to tell me something?" he asked. "You know what they say: Two heads are better than one."
He chuckled, then looked at me strangely.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was wonderful having Paul home, having him every night. But he still worked long hours during the day. I was constantly hot and horny. I looked at the clock and sighed. Paul wouldn't be home for a long while yet. I walked to the window and looked out, contemplating doing some shopping, when I saw Sandy Sharp jogging. She was coming toward the house and entered without knocking. Sandy was Paul's sister. I liked her a lot. She was bright and cheerful, uninhibited, casual. Even though she was twenty-four, five years older than me, she treated me like a sister her own age.
"Hey, Fawn," she greeted. She drew in a big breath and blew it out, her hands on her hips. She was wearing a jogging suit with the phrase, "No sweat" on the front of the shirt. "Ooh, that was a good run."
"Where from?"
"From my house."
"You jogged all the way from your house?"
"Yep."
"That's quite a distance."
"Not really."
Sandy and her husband Burt lived about a mile away. "It keeps me in shape," she said. She brushed back a strand of her long red hair and smiled at me. Her emerald eyes sparkled as though she'd done something mischievous. She looked at me and shook her head. "I envy you."
"You envy me?"
"Yes." Her eyes looked me over. "You stay in such good shape without exercising. How do you do it?"
I shrugged. "I don't know. I watch my diet."
"Yeah." She looked at my body. I was wearing a mini-blouse and short-shorts. "You're like me," she said. "Big-boned, big-breasted and big-assed."
I laughed. "Well, yeah, I guess."
"Do you mind if I take a shower?" she asked.
"Why, no, go ahead."
"I'm so sweaty, and hot," she said, looking at me, then looking down my body.
"Go ahead, and I'll fix us a couple of wine coolers."
"Sounds great,'" she said.
While Sandy showered I fixed the coolers and set them on the coffee table in the living room.
"Fawn?" Sandy called from the bathroom.
"Where's a towel?"
I went into the bathroom. Sandy stood there, naked, all wet.
"There, under the sink. Here, I'll get it." I knelt and got a towel and held it out to her. She gazed at me. My eyes were drawn to her nakedness. Her breasts were the size of cantaloupes, but they didn't sag. I glanced down and saw her thatch of red pubic hair, wet and sparkling. The small dark crack of her vagina peeked out. There was a strange stirring in me-a tingly feeling centered in my belly but cruising up to my breasts and down to my cunt channel. My throat was dry and my heart was thumping.
"Would you dry my back?" she said, turning around.
I took the towel and patted her back. I knelt and softly rubbed the towel on down her legs. Her rounded creamy buttocks were right in front of my face. I stood as she turned around. "Would you do my front?" she asked. I patted the towel on her front, on her arms, her breasts, her belly and hips. Then I knelt and dried her legs. Her cunt was inches from my face. I stood and held out the towel. We stared at each other. She ran her tongue over her lips, raised a hand and placed it on my cheek. She brushed her fingers down to my neck. My lips were dry and my heart thudded. Hot flashes swept through me. She made a motion toward me, then she placed her hands on my waist. "Umm," she murmured. She slid her arms around my back. Suddenly she was kissing and nuzzling my cheek and neck and sweeping her hands all over my back. My heart was racing. I felt her breasts mashing into mine. Her hands were all over me. She backed me against a wall and pressed her body against mine. Her hands went up under my blouse and found my boobs. "Oh, Sandy."
She caressed my tits and rolled her fingers on my erect nipples. "Oh, Fawn," she said thickly. She placed her open mouth on mine. Her tongue snaked in and flicked mine. I ran my hands over her bare shoulders, her arms, through her wet hair. She vigorously fondled my tits, rubbing her thumbs over my stiff nipples. A thrill shot through me.
"Ah, I'm gonna love you," she breathed in my ear.
"Oh, Sandy!" I moaned.
She slid my blouse up. "Beautiful!" she said. She went down on my tits, rubbing her face all over my mounds. She sucked my nipples, pulling them with her lips.
"Oh, God!" I gasped. It felt so good I almost fainted.
She unbuckled my shorts and slid them down and off. She knelt and licked my belly. I felt hot juice stirring and flowing through my vagina. She parted my legs. "Oh, you've got a beautiful cunny," she murmured. She dipped her head between my legs and brushed her face against my cunt, running her mouth and nose all through my pubic hair. Then she went back to my cunt.
I arched my back and thrust my pussy forward.
She kissed my vulva all over, then drew her tongue all around my hole. She found my clitoris and tongued it till it was aflame, puffed up and throbbing.
"Oh, God! Sweet, sweet fucking God!" I cried out. I ran my hands through her hair, rubbing the nape of her neck. She squeezed my buttocks as her tongue lapped up and down my cunt.
"Oh, Sandy, oh, lover!" I yammered in passion, writhing and thrusting my vulva. My body hunched in uncontrollable spasms. "Lick, suck, fuck!" I panted. "Suck me, lover! Eat me! Yes, now. Now!"
I climaxed. Sandy kept sucking my clit as I thrashed in an orgasmic frenzy. My body went rigid as a piercing icy-fiery wave coursed through me. I relaxed my body as Sandy moved up. She took my blouse off and pressed her body against mine. "Let's go in the bedroom and lie down," she whispered in my ear.
We lay on the bed and Sandy got on top of me. We pressed our hot cheeks together and gyrated our bodies in a sensuous, delicious snake-like dance. The sensation of feeling Sandy's nipples and breasts and cunt pressing and rubbing upon mine was indescribable.
She slid down my body, turned around and straddled my neck. She lowered her head and buried her face in my vulva, and then her muff was on my mouth. I zipped my tongue out and sank it into her slit. The smell and taste of her cunt was musky, tangy. We ate each other out, jabbing our tongues in and out and around each other's pussy, licking and sucking each other's clit. Nothing existed except Sandy and me and our cunts and tongues. It was a glorious, marvelous feeling knowing that while she gave me delicious pleasure through my pussy I gave her the same. I don' t know how long we ate each other out. Time had lost its meaning. All I know is that it was heaven.
She finally crawled on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders. She caressed my flanks and we gently brushed our cheeks together, slowly pressing our tits and cunts together in little circular motions.
"Wasn't that good," she murmured. I looked up into her face. Her emerald green eyes sparkled.
"Oh, yes. Good, so good."
"Beats masturbation by a mile."
"Sure does," I chuckled huskily. "Beats a lot of things."
"Yeah," she purred. "There's only one thing I can think of that can compare with this."
"What's that?"
Sandy laughed throatily and rubbed her pussy on mine. "A long, thick cock."
"You're right."
"Umm," she cooed, rolling her nipples against mine. "I get off on both. Men and women. Yeah, I like to be fucked with a long thick cock, and I like licking and sucking a cunny. The best thing I like is to lick a pussy while I'm being fucked. Yes." She looked down at me. "What's the best thing you like?"
"What we're doing right now isn't bad, but my favorite I haven't done yet."
"What do you mean?"
"There're so many things I want to do that I haven't done yet. One of them is to be fucked by two cocks-one in my pussy and one up my ass-at the same time."
Sandy smiled. "That is nice."
"Have you done it?"
"Yes, with Burt and Hank."
"Hank?"
"Burt's best friend. He's a real stud."
"Your husband and his best friend fucked you at the same time?"
"Yes. One of our regular little threesomes and foursomes. It's great."
"Threesomes and foursomes?" I asked.
"Sure. Burt and I are into swapping."
"It sounds great. You shared your body with both of them, and your husband shared you with his best friend."
"Yes, something like that. Burt and I do a lot of sharing. We have a lot of friend."
"Sharing is best."
"Yeah," Sandy said, kissing my breasts.
"By sharing our bodies we can give pleasure and get pleasure in return. Like now. We're sharing our bodies. We're loving each other. Oh, this is what it's all about."
"I'll suck to that," Sandy said, mouthing my boobs and rubbing her cunt on mine.
"Yes," I said. "Loving each other's bodies! Oh, Sandy! Rubbing, licking, sucking, eating, fucking each other! Love me, Sandy!"
We rubbed our bodies together fast and hard, gasping and panting in a furious cockless fuck. Sandy reached a hand down and with her middle finger stroked my clitoris. I did the same for her. Our pussy juice flowed together. Our cum was one.
We held each other tight, brushing our fiery cheeks together.
"That was some cum," Sandy said, smiling at me. "You and I are a lot alike. We're sensuous people. We know that if something feels good-like this-it's right. We know it's right because it feels so good. We're not afraid of pleasure. We love it. We do what turns us on. We know what we need. We've got red-hot bodies and minds. We're always hot and horny. Yeah, we know what we need. We need to lick and suck and fuck-anytime, anywhere."
"There are a lot of labels applied to people like you and me," she went on. "Lesbian, nymphomaniac, whore, slut, adulteress. But they're just labels given out by people who are afraid of pleasure, of sexual ecstasy."
"Sexual ecstasy," I murmured.
"Yeah," Sandy said. "That's what we need. That's what we go for. There are a lot of different ways of getting it. Breaking taboos is one way."
"Breaking taboos?"
"Yeah. You know, violating certain sexual taboos-like incest."
"Yeah," I hummed.
Sandy laughed. "Burt really gets off on that. Lately, he's been fucking his niece, Zita. She's something else. We have a nice little threesome-Burt, Zita and me. Speaking of incest, how is that good-looking husband of yours, my brother?"
I laughed.
"Don't laugh," Sandy said. "To tell you the truth, I wouldn't mind getting it on with Paul at all. I've had the hots for him for a long time. I'd love to fuck him."
"So would I."
"I bet you would," Sandy chuckled. "I bet you do. I bet you and Paul fuck a lot, don't you?"
"Every chance we get."
"Umm," she crooned. "I bet he's got a big dick, doesn't he?"
"Yes, he does."
"God, I'm so horny for a cock!" Sandy exclaimed. "Oh, Fawn, I wanna be fucked! I want a big thick cock. I want Paul's cock."
"So do I."
Sandy kissed me and looked into my eyes. "Sharing," she murmured. "Would you share your husband with me?"
"Yes."
"Ah, but Paul," she said, "he's, well, he's a bit inhibited? Let's see how we can work this out. He'll be home soon, won't he?"
I looked at the clock. "Yeah, in a half-hour or so."
"Okay," Sandy said, "here's what we'll do...."
* * *
Sandy and I were sitting in the living room when Paul came in.
"Hey, sis," Paul greeted Sandy.
"Hello, stranger," Sandy answered.
I went to him and hugged and kissed him. "How do you feel, honey?"
"Oh, okay," he said.
"I missed you," I said, making little balling motions against his crotch.
He gave a little embarrassed laugh and looked at Sandy.
"Hey, don't I get a hug and kiss," Sandy said. She went to Paul and put her arms around him and kissed him hard on the lips. He drew back in surprise and chuckled nervously.
"Honey, come in here and help me," I said, going toward the bedroom.
Paul followed me. "What is it?" he asked, now in the bedroom with me.
"This," I said, reaching out and rubbing his crotch.
"Fawn?" he said, surprised.
I unzipped his pants, pulled out his dick and stroked it.
"Fawn," he whispered. "Sandy-"
I didn't say a word. I just got down on my knees and started sucking his prick.
"Fawn," he hissed, starting to back away. But I clutched his cock and kept sucking. "Fawn-oh, Fawn," he whispered, but louder. "Not now-Sandy's here."
His rod was stiffening. He looked down at me, then looked at the bedroom door. "Oh, God!" he squeaked. "Let me at least close the door!"
I mumbled something or other onto his tool.
"Oh God!" he moaned.
His poker was rising, getting hard. I sucked it up and down, using my tongue and lips, my whole mouth.
He stood, his eyes shut, groaning out loud. Sandy entered silently and knelt beside me. I moved my mouth up and sucked his cockhead. Then Sandy went down on his shaft, running her lips and tongue up and down.
"Oh-unh!" Paul gasped in surprise when he opened his eyes. He gaped at the sight of his wife and his sister both blowing him.
"What the-what-Sandy!" he sputtered.
I relinquished the glans of his pike and slid my mouth down the side. Sandy opened her mouth wide and took his cock in and sucked it.
"Oh, God!" Paul cried. "I don't believe this!" He stood on the tips of his toes, his look one of lust mingled with embarrassment. He finally gave in. "Oh, Sandy! Oh, Fawn!" Then he clasped our heads.
Sandy stood and slipped her jogging suit off. She was naked underneath. She embraced Paul, rubbing her cunt on his cock.
Paul groaned loudly and grasped her butt. She clasped his head and brought it down to her breasts. For a second, Paul looked at her boobs, then, with a cry of abandonment, he went down on her tits.
I took my clothes off, then Sandy and I furiously undressed Paul.
"The bed!" Sandy called out. "On the bed." She pulled at Paul's rod and we all fell on the bed. Sandy pulled Paul on top of her. She raised her legs and pulled his peter to her cunt.
"Give it to me, Paul," she said. "Screw me."
Paul drove his prick into her.
She cried out with pleasure and thrust her pussy up. He shoved it up her cunt, screwing her hard and fast.
"Fuck, Paul, fuck!" she gasped. "Ooh-ahh-fuck your sister! Goddamn, I've wanted you for so long!"
I watched as Paul screwed his sister. His big bulging cock ran in and out of her juicy pussy. She had her legs locked around his back, her head was thrown back, her face contorted with lust. She kept up a steady stream of panting and fuck-talk. "Screw me! Oh, you big, sweet, fucking brother! Screw! Fuck! Oh, goddamn-oh, motherfucker-oh, sweet, hot fucking!"
"Now!" Paul cried. "Now, oh, God, now! Oh, sis! Oh, sweet sister! Sweet fucking sister! Here it cums!"
"Give it to me!" Sandy shouted. "Screw me deep! Screw the piss out of me! Cum in me! Cum in me. Now!"
Paul thrust his staff into her in hard lunges, then gave out a strangled cry as his jism erupted. He screwed her in quick little jabs, squirting spunk up her vagina. Sandy gave out a series of sharp little gasps as he poured his semen deep in her pussy.
"Oh, God-yes!" Paul moaned and collapsed. He still drove his cock up her cunt, but in slower and longer thrusts.
"Oh, ah," Sandy crooned. She slowly moved her pussy up, then settled back down. She lowered her legs and lay there panting.
Paul looked into Sandy's face. "Oh, sis," he murmured.
"Oh, Paul, you don't know how long I've wanted you to do it to me."
Paul looked at her, then looked at me. He grinned wryly and shook his head. "You two are really something. You had this all planned out. And here I came, a chicken between two foxes." He roiled off Sandy and lay between us.
"You're not upset, are you?" daddy asked, smiling mischievously.
Paul grinned. "No. How can I be upset? I'm lying here between two beautiful young naked women. I'd have to be a fool to be upset." He looked in wonder at us. "My wife and my sister. Never in my wildest dreams...."
He reached out a hand and fondled my breasts. Then he looked at Sandy. "You've got big tits, sis." He reached out his other hand and rubbed Sandy's boobs.
We closed in on him, offering our tits to his mouth. He sucked our breasts in turn, going from mine to Sandy's, then back to mine. Sandy cupped his penis. "God, you've got a nice dick." She slid her mouth down onto his pecker. Paul twirled his tongue on my nipples.
"Oh, Paul!" I moaned. "Oh, dear hubby!"
He suddenly flipped me over on my back, raised my legs and dove on my vulva, "Oh, Paul!" I gasped as his tongue sank into my slit. "Eat me! Oh, darling-eat me up!"
Sandy went down under Paul and took his prick in her mouth.
"Ah, lick! Suck! Fuck!" I cried out.
Paul pulled me up to him. I felt the glans of his root nudge against my cunt. I wrapped my legs around his waist, then I felt a heavenly dart enter my vagina as the head of his cock pushed between my pussy lips. On and on his hard penis came. He didn't stop until his whole cob was stuck up my sheath. He withdrew a bit, then pushed his rod back up.
"Oh, God, this is heaven!" I cried. "Nothing can feel better than this!"
He humped me with long even strokes. I found his rhythm and humped him back, driving my vagina up to meet him.
Paul had not forgotten Sandy. As he drubbed me, he finger-frigged her and sucked on one of her tits. I reached over and sucked the other one. Sandy moaned and clasped our hands and pushed her boobs into our mouths.
Our gasps and pants of passion filled the bedroom. I heard the bed squeak in accompaniment to our sucking and fucking.
"Oh, darling, jam it home!" I called out. He jacked it in me in long hard lunges. Then he gave out a gurgling cry and a mighty heave and ejaculated in me. I felt his sperm shoot up inside me.
Sandy jerked up and down on Paul's middle finger, panting and giving out great gasps. Then her body finally went rigid, and she gave out a hoarse cry: "Goddamn, yes! Jesus God! Yes! Yes!"
The three of us held on to each other and moaned in the afterglow of our fuck.
When we finally collapsed on the bed with me in the middle, Sandy looked at us and smiled. "That was some fuck!" she exclaimed.
We lay there for a while, resting. Then Sandy began caressing my breasts and gave me a long French kiss, which started my juices flowing again. She sucked my mounds. I looked at Paul, who was watching us intently. I could tell he was turned on. A perverse feeling swept over me. "Oh, Paul," I moaned. "Your sister's sucking my titties! Oh, a woman's sucking your wife's tits! Oh, Paul, now she's getting on top of me! She's rubbing my pussy and titties, Paul! Your wife and sister are rubbing their cunts and tits together!"
Paul's prick stood straight up, hard and pulsating. Sandy slid down, got on her knees, and started licking my lips. I bent back my legs, clasped her head, and hunched my vulva onto her face.
"Ah!" I gasped. "A woman's licking your wife's pussy!" Paul got behind Sandy, grabbed her boobs, and drove his dick into her cunt.
"Oh, yes!" I called out. "Fuck her, Paul! Fuck your sister! Give her what she wants ... She loves it ... She loves to lick a pussy while she's being screwed!"
Sandy lifted her head. "Fuck my ass, Paul!" she called out. "Screw me in the ass while I suck Fawn's cunt!"
Paul pulled his tool out and slid it into her anus.
"Ah!" Paul moaned in pleasure. "Ooh, sis, you've got a wet fucking ass!"
"Oh, Paul, give her your love!" I cried. "Give her your love in her ass! Oh, darling, we've loving each other! We're sharing our bodies with each other!"
Paul whacked it in Sandy's anus, pounding his hard root up and down in her. And she whacked it to me, sucking furiously on my clit. It was so fucking glorious.
"Ah, my sister," Paul wheezed. "My own sister! Fucking your ass!" He pumped it good and hard, plunging his cock up and down. "Cumming!" he suddenly cried. "Cumming up your ass, sis! Cumming up your sweet hot fucking ass!" He threw his head back and gritted his teeth.
"Do it, Paul!" I called out. "Squirt cum in your sister's ass! Pump it in her-fill her up!"
I was on the verge of cumming myself. Sandy, still doing me, ran her tongue up and down my clitoris as she sucked it. A liquid fire gushed up through my vagina. "Love you!" I screeched. "Oh, Sandy! Love you!" My whole body arched up as a million red-hot pins of fire pricked me.
Sandy withdrew her mouth and she and Paul tumbled down beside me. I kissed them both. "This is what it's all about," I said. "Sharing our bodies, loving each other with our bodies."
CHAPTER FIVE
All too soon Paul had to go on another sales trip. "This one won't be too long," he said. "Five days."
"That's five days too many," I said. "I'll be climbing the walls by tonight. I guess I'll just have to find something to occupy myself with while you're gone. Maybe I'll call Sandy and she can come keep me company."
"Yeah, you could do that," he grinned.
"And maybe, when you come back, you'll bring another cock with you."
"I don't know about that," he laughed. "I've been trying to grow another one but it won't come up."
"Well, keep trying. You don't have to grow another one, just bring another one with you."
"I'll see what I can do," he smiled.
That evening I went to spend some time with Daddy. He was puttering in the small garden he kept in the backyard. I told him that Paul had gone on another business trip, and I went on about how I needed to find something to do.
"Why don't you work for me?" Daddy said.
"Work for you?"
"Sure. You could help out in my shop."
"Which shop?" Daddy owned and operated three shops-a bookstore, a gift shop, and a record store.
"The bookshop," he said. "I have a full-time clerk, but he could use some help. You could work part-time, three or four hours a day. It'd be a good way to keep yourself occupied, and I'd pay you more than minimum wage. What do you say?"
"Sounds interesting. What would I be doing?"
"Oh, just be an assistant clerk."
"When can I start?"
"Tomorrow." He looked me over. I was wearing a see-through blouse with no bra and short-shorts. "Why don't we go inside for a while," he said.
We made it to the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around my waist and went down on my neck, nuzzling and licking me.
"Ah, Daddy," I murmured. His thick cock pressed against my crotch. With one hand he rubbed my rump, with the other he fondled my breasts.
"Oh, baby," he said, "you don't know how hot-looking you are. Wearing that blouse with nothing on underneath. You can see your tits through it." He caressed my breasts and ran his thumbs over my nipples. "Ah, and those tight shorts," Daddy said. He squeezed my buttocks. Even through my shorts and his pants I felt the heat of his cock. "Ah, what an ass!" he exclaimed. "Big and soft, but firm, and so warm!"
I humped back at Daddy, thrusting my pelvis up.
"Ah, honey," he huffed, "you're a man's dream. Young and beautiful and hot ... You've got the face and body of a beauty queen ... Ah, and you've got a hungry pussy and ass!"
He drew me down onto the kitchen floor and, sooner than it takes to tell it, slipped my shorts off, pulled down his pants, spread my legs and stuffed me full of cock.
God, his dick was stiff! Long and thick and stiff. And so fiery.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, bent back my legs and opened myself for him.
"Oh, baby!" he said. "Your daddy's fucking you! Fucking your beautiful young pussy!"
He clutched my butt and dug deep into my sheath, his big heavy balls slapping against my ass.
"Screw, Daddy, Screw!" I cried, lunging my ass up. "Ah, fuck me with that wonderful cock! I can't get enough of it. Daddy, I want to be fucked like this every day and every night! I want a cock in me all the time!"
Daddy drove his prick way up in me. I knew he'd ejaculate soon. "Ah, you're going to pour your cream in me!" I huffed. "You're going to pump your cream in your daughter's cunt! Incest, Daddy! Incest! Oh, yes! It's so fucking good!"
"Now, baby, now!" he rasped. "Here's your father's cream-deep in you-deep in your hungry cunt!"
"Cream in me!" I cried. "Give me all of it! Ah, yes, that's it!"
He spewed out a thick stream of sperm. It splashed up into my cervix, bathing my womb.
He kept spurting semen in me, gob after gob of it, filling my vagina. I felt it flowing out of my cunt, down to the crack of my ass. I cupped his testicles. I didn't know one man could contain so much seed.
"Oh, baby, oh, sweet baby," he cried as he finished emitting his last drops of jism in me. "Oh, honey," he said, covering my face and neck with kisses. "You've got the sweetest pussy. Ah, you don't know how sweet it is. And so tight!" He licked my neck and caressed my buttocks. "You've been married for almost a year and your pussy's still tight! God, you're a dream come true!"
I stroked his head as he mouthed my breasts.
"You're the dream come true, Daddy," I told him. "You give me all I need-and more. You know what I need, and you give it to me. Ah, you're my hubby, too. You're my daddy and my hubby. Oh, Daddy, you're a sexual pagan just like me, and there's no limit to what we can do with each other. You and I-we've got a whole sexual universe to explore, and nothing can hold us back. Ah, there's so much I want to do with my body. And so much I want others to do to me."
"Umm," Daddy purred. He ran his lips over my neck, my cheeks, my lips. He fondled my legs and hips. I felt his cock stirring inside me. "Ah, but there're only two things, honey," he said.
"What's that?" I asked.
"Umm-what about Paul?"
"He's coming along." I then told Daddy about Paul and Sandy and me.
"The other thing," he said, "is about babies."
"Babies?" I asked.
"Yes." His prick was only half-stiff now. He guided it slowly up my cunt.
"Don't worry about that," I said. "I have a number of devices to keep from getting pregnant. Someday I want to have a baby-two babies. When that time comes, you and Paul will be the first to know."
His rod was really rigid now. He fed it to me in steady strokes.
"Umm-me and Paul, hunh," he said. "Yes."
"You want me and Paul to get you pregnant someday?" He slid his rock-hard peter up and down my pussy.
"Oh, yes," I moaned, raising my pelvis to meet his thrusts. "I want to have a baby by Paul, and I want to have one by you."
"I think I can arrange that."
"I know you can," I said, cupping my hand under his scrotum.
"My balls are always loaded with cum, honey," he said, thumping his prick in me a stroke a second.
"Oh, I know!" I panted. "Oh, Daddy, you've got so much! Oooh, so much hot sperm. Someday I want you to get me pregnant. Someday. Oh, yes! Oh, Daddy, you'll knock me up! It'll be you!"
"I'll give you a baby, honey!" he cried. "Anytime you want it!" He pumped my pussy in quick lunges. "Ah, yes, I'm gonna fill you up!"
"Do it! Do it!" I cried.
His spunk gushed out of his rod in a torrid stream.
I pulled my cunt muscles together and clamped down on his dick, sucking at it, drawing his sperm up in me.
"Keep cumming, Daddy, keep cumming! Ah, I want all your cum!"
He spewed semen into me. "Oh, Daddy!" I exclaimed. "Oh, you're wonderful!"
We rested for quite a while after that screw. We fixed dinner and had a nice leisurely meal. I sat in Daddy's lap while we drank wine and he caressed my tits.
"You've got the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen," he said. "Perfectly formed. Big and round and firm." He gently squeezed my orbs and lightly tweaked my nipples. "Stiff little brown nubs-just right. I'd say you've got thirty-eights."
"Right. How'd you guess?"
"Seeing is believing," he said. "Ah, and those legs." He rubbed my thighs. "Creamy and smooth, but muscled." He ran a hand over my buttocks. "Oh yeah, and that ass. Perfect. Big and soft, meaty. And that pussy." He touched my cunt and squeezed it. "Just the right amount of hair-curly and crispy." He slipped a middle finger into my slit. "And that hot, tight hole." He slid his finger up to the last knuckle. "Oh, baby, you've got the body and the face of a movie star."
I turned my ass slowly in a circle, moving my vagina around his finger. His prick rose to the occasion.
"What I want to know is the size of your cock," I said. "It's got to be eight inches long."
"Give or take an inch."
"I'm going to measure it." I got a ruler and knelt in front of him. I grasped his penis and jacked it. It began to grow, lengthening and thickening at the same time. "Yes," I said, "it's coming on up, but too slowly." I opened my mouth and took it in. It filled my mouth. I jacked the shaft and felt it expand inch by inch. Daddy thrust it into my mouth in little jabs. I released it and it stood up, full and quivering. I measured the length of it with the ruler. "Just what I thought: a good eight inches." I measured the width. "Hmm, a hair under four inches around. I was right."
"Good guessing," Daddy said. He pulled me to him and I sat on his lap with my back to him. He raised me and held my legs up and positioned his root. He spread my buttocks, then pressed forward and entered my asshole.
"Oh, God!" I groaned. I pushed down and bent forward at the waist.
"Oh, baby, up your ass," Daddy rasped. He prodded his staff up and it slid all the way in. With one hand he squeezed my titties, and with the other he rubbed my pussy.
"Oh, Daddy, yes!" I gasped. "Ohh, in my ass! You know what I like, you know what I want, and you're the one to give it to me ... You're the one, Daddy! Ah-love my ass, pour your love in it! Pump it full! Love me, Daddy, love me in my ass!"
"Here's my love, baby!" he huffed. "Here's my love in your ass!"
He ground his hot meat up my rectum, never missing a beat. I loved it.
"Ohh, bugger-fuck me, Daddy!" I wailed. "Fuck me like the serpent fucked Eve! Ooh, screw me like the Devil!"
Daddy jabbed his rod in quick bursts, then rammed it in a long pounding stroke and shot his load of steaming juice deep in my ass. "Oh, Devil fuck me, Daddy! Devil fuck me!"
"Oh, baby!" he gasped. "Ah, you're one in a billion!"
"I'm just like you, Daddy," I panted. "I can't get enough of it...."
The next afternoon I went to Daddy's bookstore. Daddy introduced me to Roddy, the clerk. He was just out of high school, barely eighteen years old. "Roddy will explain things to you," Daddy said. "Mainly, you'll be his assistant up front." Then he went toward the stockroom in the rear.
Roddy looked agog at me. While talking to me his eyes went up and down, looking me over. He licked his lips and gulped audibly. I was wearing a miniskirt and a tight low-cut blouse, no bra. Roddy devoured me with his eyes.
"It's-uh-slowed down a lot," Roddy gulped. "We do most of our business in the morning and-uh-the early afternoon. This is a good time for you to start. There won't be many people coming in. Mainly-like your father said-you'll be assisting me, mainly waiting on people, working behind the counter." He licked his lips again.
Daddy came out of the stockroom. "Roddy, I guess you could start inventory this afternoon."
"Yes, sir," Roddy said.
"Well, honey," Daddy said to me, "what'd you think?"
"Oh, I think this'll be all right."
"So do I," Daddy said. "Well, I guess I'll be going."
After Daddy left, Roddy showed me around the bookstore. It was fairly large, with a number of aisles and shelves.
"Most of our business is new paperbacks," he said. "We encourage browsing. We don't usually go up and ask someone if we can help them."
"A lot of books," I said.
"Yeah," Roddy said in a trembling voice. I looked down and saw the big bulge in his pants. He was really aroused.
"Uh-I guess I should show you the front counter," he said.
I went behind the counter with him and he showed me how to operate the computerized cash register.
"Well, I guess I should go-uh-in the back and start the inventory," he said. "You can just stay up here and-uh-mind the store." He gaped and gulped. "I doubt if-uh-we're going to have many customers."
He was right. Only a few people came in. About five o'clock, Roddy came out of the stockroom.
"It's just about closing time," he said, going to the door and turning the sign from "open" to "closed."
"Tell you what, why don't you turn out the lights over there in the-well, here, let me show you."
I followed him to a back aisle by the stockroom. "This is one of the main light switches," he said, turning it off. The rear of the store dimmed.
I smiled at him. "I guess I can manage that."
We stood close together. He stared intently at my body. I looked down and saw his straining bulge. We looked at each other.
"You're-" he began, then faltered.
"Yes?" I said.
"I-I don't know how to say-" he stuttered. "No, I better not say."
"What is it, Roddy? Go ahead, say it."
"If I say what I want to say, I might get fired. You might take it the wrong way."
"No I won't. And you won't get fired."
His crotch moved, the swelling projection inside his pants protruding.
He licked his lips and gulped. "You're ... you're beautiful," he stammered. "So beautiful."
"Why, thank you, Roddy."
He made a little swaying motion toward me.
"Are you okay?" I asked, moving up to him. He was panting and looking down my blouse. With a strangled moan he half-fell toward me, clutching me around the waist. His motion drove me back against a shelf. My skirt had ridden really high and Roddy was between my legs. I felt his erection. His hard cock pressed upon my crotch. He rubbed my cheek with his, his heart thudding a mile a minute.
"Please! "he gasped. "Let me, please. Oh, God!"
The friction of his stiff prick rubbing through the silk of my panties right on my cunt sent a delicious humid thrill shooting through me. He's got a big cock, I thought.
"Oh, God!" he moaned. He ran his hand under my blouse and vigorously rubbed my boobs, cupping and palming. My tits swelled, the nipples standing rigid.
"Oh, God, let me!" he cried. "I can't hold back! You're so foxy beautiful!" He pushed my blouse up and buried his face in my tits. He snaked a hand down my belly and inside my panties and slid it down to my cunt. He licked furiously on my nipples.
He was arousing me, yet I also felt kindly toward him. He was so obviously in need. His physical need for me was urgent, overwhelming. As funny as it might sound, I felt compassion for him. I wanted to relieve his need. At the same time a perverse feeling came over me. He was a stranger, and here he was sucking my tits and rubbing my pussy. I'd never had sex with a stranger before. I decided to find out what it was like.
I reached down and clutched his erection. He gasped and drove his middle finger into my cunt, leaving it in one spot. I unzipped his fly and clasped his prick. It was red-hot. I jacked it up and down. "You've got a nice stiff cock," I said.
Now he jammed his finger up my vagina, finger-fucking me hard. He fumbled with my panties, pulling them down. I slid them off and wrapped my arms around his shoulders and lifted myself up. He braced me against the shelf and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He grabbed my rump and pushed himself forward and up, his dick hitting squarely on my cunt. Then he pushed again and his tool entered my slit. He held his hot cheek upon mine and panted as he slid his stiff penis up my vagina.
"Oh, God, yes!" he whimpered. "Oh, God, you're so hot, so tight!"
"Oh, Roddy, that's good!" I crooned. "Ah, your peter! It feels so good!"
He gave a great gasp as he dug his cock deeper, burying it in me, embedding every inch of it. My vagina sheathed his pecker like a tight glove. His poker throbbed in me. His penis was moist and the juices flowing down my quim channel added to the wetness. We made squelching sounds as we screwed.
"Ah, give it to me, Roddy!" I panted. "Plow it in me! Jam it in deep!"
"Oh, God, you're-you're so beautiful!" he cried out. "And I'm fucking you! Oh, God!" He let out a hoarse cry and suddenly blurted out: "I love you! Oh God, I love you!"
"We're loving each other, Roddy," I cooed. "You've got a lot of love to give! And you're giving it to me! You're fucking me good! Ohh, screwing me with a lot of throbbing meat! Screw it in me, Roddy!"
"Now!" he called out. "Now! Oh, God!" He plunged deep into me, and a gush of thick sticky semen spurted up my sheath. He gave me a half-dozen strokes and shot another gob of spunk. Then three strokes and yet another gob. Then a final stroke and a final shot of juice.
We didn't move for a good minute.
"Oh, Roddy," I finally said, "that was good. So good." I moved my quim around his prick. He slowly pushed his root up and drew it back, then pushed it up again. He nuzzled my cheek and neck and caressed my butt.
"I love you," he murmured. "Marry me. Will you marry me? Oh, I want you, I love you!"
"I'm already married, Roddy."
"You're already married?"
"Yes," I said, smiling.
"Oh," he said. "You're married and you let me-you let me fuck you!" The fact that I was married turned him on. I also found it exciting.
I was married and a stranger had fucked me. "I'm committing adultery, Roddy," I crooned. "I'm being unfaithful to my husband ... Oh, another man's screwing me!"
Roddy thumped his rod up my vagina. And I thumped him right back.
"Adultery!" I gasped. "Yes! Ooh, it feels so good!"
With a panting cry Roddy came inside me again.
When we finally closed the bookstore that day, I told Roddy, "I think I'm going to enjoy working here. See you tomorrow morning."
I left him in front of the store, a dazed, adoring look in his eyes.
CHAPTER SIX
The next day I worked at the bookstore nine to noon. It was fairly busy and Roddy was obviously in agony. He ate me up with his eyes, casting hungry looks at me. He wore a constant hard-on, his crotch a big pointed peak.
Looking at Roddy, one wouldn't take him for a stud. He was gangly, on the slim side. But I knew from my experience the day before that he had a throbbing cock.
We were behind the counter, which was pretty high, and Roddy looked at me with an expression that was a mixture of frustration, lust, adoration and anxiety. He looked at the customers-there were three browsers. He looked back at me and shook his head, a pleading look in his eyes. My heart went out to him. I decided to take matters into my own hands, so I went to him and laid my hand on his crotch and stroked it. He let out a low gasp. He looked at the customers as I rubbed him. He broke away when he noticed a customer coming up. For a good hour Roddy lived through the sweet agony of having me stroke his cock for a minute or so, then having to break away when a customer came up to the counter to make a purchase. It got out of control. I was standing behind the cash register when Roddy got behind me and pressed his erection against my butt. He ran a hand under my skirt, then briskly rubbed my pussy. God, he was getting to me. He mashed his hard dick into my rump and gave me a cunt-massage. If he kept it up he'd end up shooting in his pants. And customers might notice that something was going on despite the high counter.
I knelt slightly and unzipped his fly, took out his cock and-now down on my knees-sucked it. He hissed, "Oh, God! Here comes a customer!" Poor Roddy. It was wicked of me, I guess, but I couldn't resist. So I went on sucking. He had to stand there behind the cash register, ring up a customer's purchase, bag it and say "Thank you" while I sucked his cock. After he took care of the customer he clasped my head, let out a low moan, and drove his root in and out of my mouth, all the time keeping an eye on the other customers.
"Oh, God!" he hissed while I bobbed my head up and down, sucking him hard till he finally shot his load in my mouth. I sucked it down, swallowing all of it. "Oh, God-oh, God!" he moaned.
After I got off I went home and took a nice long bath. I didn't even dress afterward, just lounged around naked till hearing a car pull up in the drive. I looked out the window and saw the insurance man. It was the day of the month on which he'd come to collect. I didn't have time to get dressed, so I just threw on a silk shift.
When I opened the door he did a double-take, his eyes widening, his Adam's apple bobbing. Then he regained his composure and we sat on the sofa and made small-talk. The shift revealed half of my breasts and most of my thighs. He opened his briefcase and took out some papers, looked at them and told me what the bill was for that month. I paid him and he jotted down some figures, occasionally stealing glances at my legs. I looked down at what he was writing and noticed his crotch. He had a tremendous hard-on. He was young and good-looking, and I felt something stir within me. We sat close together on the sofa. Again I looked at his crotch. His cock was now positively rigid, throbbing.
"Well, I guess that'll do it for this month," he said, fumbling with the papers till he dropped them. We both bent down to get them and our cheeks touched. Both our cheeks were burning. We picked up the papers and he sorted them out and placed them in his briefcase. Now our bodies touched. Somehow we'd moved closer together. He set the briefcase down and turned to me. His hard cock was bulging. I looked at his lips as he moved closer. He bent his head and we shared a long kiss. Our lips opened and our tongues met in a slow dance. He slipped an arm around my shoulders and slid a hand to my breasts, caressing them. He nuzzled my cheek, kissing and softly licking it and my neck. His light stroking of my tits sent needles of pleasure through me. He was unhurried about everything. All his movements, his kissing and licking and stroking, were light and smooth, without urgency.
He trailed his lips down to my boobs and softly kissed and licked them. A flame burned in my cunt and my belly felt weak. I reached down and unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was hard as iron, and hot. He slid his hand on my legs and I spread them. He cupped my cunt and rhythmically massaged it. I gasped with pleasure when he slipped a finger into my steaming hole. He ran the nub of his finger slowly upon my clitoris and gradually slid it deeper into my vagina, running it in and out. I cupped his rod, then began jacking it. He gently pushed against me and we slid down on the couch. I unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down and pulled his tool to me. He entered me slowly, with his usual unhurriedness. He gently stroked my body as he slipped halfway into my sheath. I pushed his shirt up. I wanted to feel all his body on mine.
"Oh, sweet cock," I said. I'd never been fucked in such an unhurried way.
He placed his hot cheek on mine and licked my ear, sliding his tongue in. When he slipped all of his rod in he halted for a second, then pulled back his prick and pushed up again, increasing the speed a notch. I got the idea. I began moving in time with his prick. It was like a train slowly picking up speed, going gradually faster, faster, but smooth all the way. We moved our pelvises up and down in a perfect dance. I ran my hands over his cheeks, the back of his head, his shoulders.
"Oh, it's so good!" I moaned. "I love the way you're fucking me."
I used my cunt muscles on his dick. Each time he pushed his rod up I squeezed it, then released it as he pulled back.
"Oh, you're so tight!" he groaned. "So good and hot and tight."
"God, this is heaven!" I cried. "I could fuck like this all day!"
He had increased the speed and thrust his pecker so that now he was humping me a stroke a second. He never missed a beat. I'd never been screwed so smoothly. "Oh, sweet!" I gasped. "Sweet loving fuck! I love your cock!"
He groaned loudly and pushed his rod faster and harder. "Oh, give it to me!" I cried. "Yes, that's it! Oh, sweet lover, you're going to make me cum! Now, yes-it's cumming-Now! Oh, sweet fucking love!"
He pumped it to me, gave me a mighty thrust of his rod and spurted out a hot gush of sperm.
"Oh, sweet cum!" I wailed. "Sweet loving cum!"
We balled our bodies together, panting and breathing hotly in each other's ears.
I relaxed my legs, laying them on his buttocks.
He caressed my body and gave me an open-mouthed kiss. He nuzzled my cheek and neck and licked my ear. He circled his hips slowly around, moving his root up and down and around in a circular motion. I would have been content to lie there all day with him, but he had to be going.
"See you next month?" he asked, when we were at the door.
"It doesn't have to be another month before you come," I said. "Anytime you're in the neighborhood. I work from nine to twelve on Monday, Tuesday and Thursday, and two till five on Friday. Other than that I'm usually here during the day."
I watched from the window as he got into his car and drove off. I definitely wanted to see him again-soon. He'd given me one of the nicest fucks I'd ever had. From unhurried smoothness to urgent hardness. From a slow gentle fuck to a fast rough screw. I couldn't decide which I liked better.
Early that evening Sandy called me.
"Why don't you come over tonight," she said. "Burt and I are celebrating."
"Celebrating what?"
"Oh, a number of things. It's Tuesday, yesterday was Monday, tomorrow's Wednesday."
"You're celebrating the days of the week?" I asked, laughing.
"Sure, why not?"
That night I drove to Sandy and Burt's. Zita, Burt's niece, was there. She was an eighteen-year-old black-haired beauty, with dusky skin and a willowy figure. Sandy handed me a glass of champagne. "Here's to Tuesday," she said.
"Where's Burt?" I asked.
"He's in the rumpus room, getting it ready," she said, wrapping an arm around Zita's waist.
"The rumpus room?"
"That's what we call it," Sandy laughed. "It's where we have all our rumpuses." She nuzzled Zita's neck. Zita leaned her head back and purred.
Burt came in "Well, it's all ready. The film's in the VCR, ready to go. Hey, Fawn," he greeted me, putting his hands on my waist and nuzzling my cheek. He looked down at my body. "To use an old cliche, you look good enough to eat."
"He means it literally," Sandy laughed.
Burt was husky and muscular, in his mid-twenties. He had slick black hair and wore a pointed goatee. And there actually was a goatish, almost brutish, look about him. His eyes were yellowish-green.
"Well, shall we go in the rumpus room and view the newest masterpiece of erotica?" Burt said.
We entered the room, which was dimly lit-a deep shag carpet, big fluffy cushions scattered here and there, long wide sofa against one wall, a big-screen TV against another.
"What's on the menu for tonight?" Zita asked.
Burt punched a button on the VCR. "Cherry In The Movies," he answered. Zita, Sandy, and I sat on the sofa.
"Sounds good and hot," Sandy said.
"It is," Burt said, coming over and sitting beside me.
The movie started with a bang-literally. Two beautiful young naked women were getting it on. One of them had her face buried between the other's legs. A man with an enormous erection entered, got down on his knees behind one of the women and slid his cock up her cunt. There was a close-up of the man's penis sliding in and out of the woman's pussy.
It was tremendously arousing. My cunt throbbed and torrid juices began flowing within me. Zita and Sandy rustled and stirred. Burt stroked his crotch. We all breathed heavily. A strained electricity filled the air. I knew that I was going to have a sexual adventure I'd never before experienced.
Burt leaned over and ran his hand down my blouse and clasped my breast. He panted and breathed hotly in my ear.
I gasped in pleasure. He palmed my throbbing tits. He raised my blouse up and came down on my breasts, kissing and licking and sucking them. I felt another pair of lips on my titties. I opened my eyes and saw Zita, her lovely brown face down on one of my breasts, lapping the nipple and sucking with her lips. A stab of lust jabbed through me. Sandy got on her knees between my legs. She pulled off my panties, raised my legs and went down on me. When her hot tongue ran down my clitoris and slid into my slit I thought I'd pass out. I clutched at Burt and Zita's head and thrust my titties into their sucking mouths. I heaved my cunt into Sandy's face and rubbed it on her lips and nose. Never before had I experienced three sucking mouths on me. Sharp jolts of pure pleasure raced through my body.
"Lick-suck-eat me!" I cried.
Burt go up on his knees beside me, pulled his pants down, clutched my head and guided his prick to my mouth. He had a huge cock, almost as big as Daddy's. I opened my mouth and he slipped it in.
"Oh yeah!" he groaned. "Goddamn, you've got a silky mouth!" He slid half his peter in. I almost gagged. I grabbed the base of it and ran my mouth over the shaft.
"Ah, that's it," he said, "yeah, lick the head of it while you suck the rest ... Oh yeah, you know how to suck! Umm, baby! Your mouth feels just like a wet pussy!"
Zita busily sucked away on my boobs. I reached down and ran a hand over her tits. They were fiery, and throbbing. Sandy lapped my cunt and drew her tongue up and down on my clit as she sucked on it with her lips.
Burt tore at his clothes, disrobing in a flash. He got down on his knees beside Sandy. She raised up and made room for him. He threw my legs over his shoulders, clasped my butt and dove his face down on my vulva. He dug his tongue into my pussy slit, running and curving and lapping it around inside me. I grabbed his head and lurched my pussy up to meet his rampaging tongue.
"Oh, God, eat me!" I cried. "Eat me, Burt! Eat my pussy up!"
"Get naked!" Zita cried out. "Everybody naked!"
I tore at my blouse, pulling it off. Burt unzipped my skirt and pulled it off. He slid my ass forward and pushed my legs up and back, bending my knees to my chest. He threw my calves over his shoulders. I felt the knob of his dick touch my pussy, then it nudged forward into the hole. He grabbed my buttocks and ground his cock up my channel. My pussy parted stickily under the onslaught of his relentless rod.
"Oh, you're gonna fill me up!" I cried. "Ah, I can tell! Oh, you've got the dick! You've got the dick to fill me up!"
Burt gave a loud grunt, wrapped his arms around the small of my back and drove the last inch of his tool into me.
Sandy and Zita lay beside us, with with Sandy on top, and Zita had her arms and legs locked around Sandy as they moaned and rubbed their bodies together.
Burt balled me in long driving strokes. I found the rhythm of his stroking and moved my quiff back and forth and up and down to match his thrusts.
"Ah, you know how to fuck!" Burt called out. "Goddamn, you are one hot sweet fuck!" He drilled my quim, plunging his iron-hard prick up my tube.
"Oh, you're good!" I cried. "Oh, so good! Fuck, Burt, fuck! Bury it in me deep-hammer it to me! Throw the meat to me! Stuff it in me deep!"
He humped his root up my vagina and spewed a great load of semen up in my gut. Then he screwed me with a dozen fast jabs and spurted another torrid stream into me. On and on he screwed me, shooting out gobs of jism. He gradually slowed but still slid his penis up and down. I slowly humped him back.
"Ahh," he crooned. "You've got a sweet fucking pussy!"
Sandy sucked Zita's clit and squeezed her tits while Zita clutched Sandy's head and drove her pussy up and down into her into her face. Zita's legs were bent back and her face was contorted with passion. She arched her back and hunched furiously as she climaxed. "Oh, you sweet!" she wailed. "You sweet motherfucking sucker! Oh, you goddamn sweet sucking bitch! I love you! I'll do anything-anything you want! Just keep fucking and sucking me!"
Now Sandy clambered on top of Zita and they rubbed their cunts and titties together in a frenzy.
That was a wild fuck, so it took us all a few minutes to recuperate. We lolled on the sofa, slowly rubbing each other. I'd never felt so free, so wild, so perverse. I vowed then and there to fuck every day and every night, to be licked and sucked and screwed, and to lick and suck every chance I got.
On the screen Cherry sucked a cock.
"He's not so hung," Sandy said, referring to the guy on the screen. "Burt's got him beat by a mile." She reached over and clasped Burt's cock.
"I have to agree with that," I said. "You ought to go into movies, Burt. You'd be a smash."
Sandy jerked his prick. I watched as Burt's cock expanded under Sandy's ministrations. It stood up full-force, long and thick and hard. "You're ready, babe," Sandy said to Burt, "but you've got three hot and horny women to take care of. Do you think you're up to it?"
"I'll give it my best shot," Burt said.
"Umm," Sandy hummed as she went down on him. She laved her tongue up and down the shaft. I leaned down and began licking the knob of his rod. Zita joined in, and all three of us kissed and lapped and licked and sucked his cock.
"Ah!" Burt groaned. "Suck! Goddamn, suck me!"
I twirled my tongue around his cockhead, licked it.
"Goddamn, I'm gonna fuck someone!" Burt yelled. He grabbed Zita, clambered up on his knees behind her and slid into her cunt.
She cried, "Oh, fuck me, Uncle Burt! Fuck me!"
He squeezed her tits as he drove his meat in and out of her pussy. "I'm gonna screw all of you!" Burt rasped. "I'm gonna pump it in every one of you!"
Zita splayed her legs out and threw her ass back at Burt as he pounded his root in her. She panted and oohed and aahed. She reached out for me and pulled me to her, dove her head to my cunt and sank her tongue in me. A delicious sensation raced up my vagina and asshole to my breasts. I lay down in front of her and lifted my legs and raised my ass. My pussy was wide-open to her. She clasped my buttocks and slid her tongue in and out of my hole. I pulled Sandy to me and she straddled my face and lowered her vulva onto my waiting mouth.
"Oh, God, yes!" she gasped as I flicked my tongue along her pussy slit. She held my head and rubbed her crotch against my face. I drew my tongue up and down her swollen clitoris. Hot pussy juice flowed from her, bathing my mouth and nose. I loved the taste and smell of Sandy, pungent, musky.
"Oh, Fawn!" she cried, her climax beginning. "Oh, sweet baby love! Now! Now, my love!"
"Cumming!" I heard Burt yell. "Cumming, you sweet hot fucking pussy!"
The force of Burt's pumping it into Zita caused her face to push into my vulva. She ground her mouth and nose into my slit. I writhed as an orgasmic explosion ripped through me in wave after wave of pleasure.
We all collapsed on the sofa and lay there panting.
On the screen, Cherry was being screwed from behind as she sucked a cock.
Zita lay beside me. The sight of her moist black-haired bush, her dusky skin and her firm copper-brown tits with the cocoa-colored nipples sent a jab of lust through me. I rolled over and got on top of her. She spread her legs and raised her cunt up to meet mine and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. We rolled and slid our teats together. The sensation of her prickly pubic hair on mine was so intense I gasped. We mashed our mouths together and shared a torrid open-mouthed kiss, tongues licking and lapping and rubbing.
I heard Sandy cry out and Burt groan. Burt was stretched out on his back and Sandy straddled his waist. She lowered herself onto his prick. Burt reached out and grabbed her breasts, rubbing the nipples with his thumbs and kneading her mounds as she sank down on his rigid tool.
I slid down Zita's body and began mouthing her vulva. She threw her legs up and thrust her pussy into my face.
"Lick me!" she rasped. "Suck my cunt!"
Burt pulled at my legs, drawing me to him. "Sit on my face, Fawn," he said. I scooted back till I felt his face on my pussy. He stabbed his tongue into my hole. Zita moved between Sandy and me. She half-knelt and straddled Burt's trunk. I ran my hands between her legs and clasped her butt and pulled her to my mouth. Sandy humped up and down on Burt's rod and rubbed Zita's titties. Burt began kneading my breasts. My tits and nipples were red-hot. I was cumming and cumming, over and over. My body was racked with ecstatic jolts of pure pleasure.
"Screw me, baby!" Sandy cried. "Oh, screw it to me!"
Burt drove his tongue into me in time with his pecker reaming Sandy. I kicked out my legs and tongue-fucked Zita with the same force that Burt was giving it to me. Suddenly he stabbed his tongue as deep as he could in me and left it there. I felt the spasms of his body as he thumbed his jism in Sandy. Then we all sort of fell together and lay in a big pile, content.
On the screen, three men were fucking Cherry-cunt, ass, mouth.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next day was Wednesday and the bookstore was closed as usual. I slept late and awoke hot and horny. The orgy the night before had opened me up in more ways than one. My pussy ached and my tits throbbed.
I went to the kitchen for a cup of coffee and found the kitchen sink stopped up and the pipes leaking. Damn plumbing! I called a plumber and he said he'd be right over. I didn't put much stock in what plumbers said. I figured it would be the next day before he showed up. So I took a shower and had just thrown on my shift when I heard a vehicle pull up in the drive. It was Star Ace Plumbing.
"Well, well," I thought. "This is a surprise."
The plumber checked out the pipes under the sink. "Yeah," he mumbled.
"Can you fix it today?" I asked. "Sure," he said. "It's a half-hour's job." I went into the living room and left him alone while he worked.
"Well, it's done," he called out.
I went into the kitchen. "Really?" I asked. "Gee, that was fast."
"I'm a fast worker," he grinned, looking me over. He was a chunky, beefy man with a flushed face. He turned on the faucet and said, "Runs like a top. There was something stuck down in there, and one of the pipes was leaking too. I fixed it right up. It's good as new."
"I really want to thank you for coming out today. A lot of plumbers-well, they're rather slow."
"At Star Ace Plumbing we provide good, fast service." His gaze raked my body.
"Would you like a cup of coffee?" I asked.
"I sure would."
We sat at the kitchen table. "If you ever have any plumbing problems at all in the future, I'd appreciate it if you'd call Star Ace Plumbing. And tell your friends about us too."
"I will. You're an exceptional plumber."
"I try to please," he grinned, looking at my legs. "And you're a nice customer. A lot of the places I go, you wouldn't believe. They stay right there, looking over my shoulder, asking me all kinds of stupid questions. And they don't offer me coffee."
I noticed that his arm was slowly moving up and down. "Mind if I ask you a question?" he asked. "No, not at all."
"Most of the customers I service are married. Very few are single. You're married?"
"Yes, I am." . "Yeah. I wonder why that is. Why single women, for some reason, don't seem to have plumbing problems."
"I have no idea," I laughed.
"Being married seems to cause the sink to stop up," he grinned.
"Would you like another cup of coffee?"
"Sure would."
His arm was still moving up and down. When I stood to get his cup I saw that he was lightly stroking his crotch. He had a hard-on.
"And very few husbands are any help when it comes to plugging a leak," he went on, knowing that I had seen. "Most of them work during the day and at night they're too tired to plug it." He looked at me and swept his eyes down over my body.
"My husband, he...." I began, refilling his cup. "Well, if he was here he could have probably fixed the leak, but he's...."
"Gone to work?" he asked.
"Gone on a sales trip. He's a sales representative."
"Umm," he murmured.
When I set the cup down in front of him I saw his cock straining against his pants. A humid wave shot up my cunt. Hot juice began to flow.
"I guess it's kind of rough, isn't it?" he said.
"Your husband being gone a lot."
"Yeah, it is. He was gone for over a week, came back for three days, now he'll be gone for another week. It's ... well, it's rough."
His arm kept moving up and down. And he was doing it openly. A flame roared in my vagina. I wanted him. I wanted a hot fuck.
I unbuttoned my shift and slid it off. I stood naked before him. He bounded out of his chair and grabbed me, clutched my rump and pulled me tight against him.
"Oh yeah!" he exclaimed. "Damn! What a body!" He went down on my tits. I unzipped his fly and pulled out his dick. It was big and pulsating. I drew my hand up and down its length.
"Oh, your peter's big and stiff," I moaned.
He rubbed my pussy, then slid a finger into my slit and began jazzing me.
"Oh, God!" I groaned. "Oh, give me your cock!"
He pulled me down onto the kitchen floor, mounted me and drove his root home.
"Oh, give it to me!" I gasped.
"I'll give it to you!" he hissed. "The minute I laid eyes on you I wanted to rip that robe off and hump it to you! Ah, but I couldn't do that. Too much of a risk that you'd yell rape. I had to let you make the first move. And, by God, you made it!"
He zipped his rod up and down my quim. He had a good-sized penis and was really pumping it to me. "Fuck!" he huffed. "Damn, but you got a tight pussy! So good and tight and hot! Oh yeah, tight piece of pussy!"
"Drive it in me!" I cried. "Yes, just like that, good and deep! Yes, you're screwing me good! Giving me the screw I need! Oh, God, I love it!"
"Now, baby, now!" he rasped. "Get ready, 'cause I'm gonna shoot it in you. Ah yeah, I'm gonna cram it in you! Gonna cram your pussy full of it!"
"I'm ready!" I wailed. "Shoot your load in me! Now!"
He spewed his first steaming jet of semen just as I reached my climax. "Ah," he panted over and over as he squirted an enormous amount of spunk in me.
"Fuck!" I cried. "Ah, fuck an ocean of fuck in me!"
He gradually slowed and I felt the final drop of his jism dribble from his prick.
"Umm," he murmured. "Ah, baby, did I plug it up all right?"
"Umm," I purred. "Perfect. A perfect job."
"I always try to give satisfactory service."
"Your service is more than satisfactory. It's fantastic."
"Anytime you have a leak and need it plugged, baby, call Star Ace Plumbing, ask for Draper and I'll come fix you right up."
"I will," I said. "Believe me, I will...."
That day was certainly a day of surprises-as far as fucking went.
About five that afternoon I was surprised by Burt's visit.
"Hey, stranger," I said. "What brings you out here?"
"Just got off from work," he said.
He looked down at my shift, then suddenly strode over and grabbed me. He rubbed my butt. "Goddamn, I've been thinking about you all day!" he said. "Been thinking about those big titties and that big ass and that tight pussy!"
He carried me to the couch and in rapid-fire order laid me down, lifted and spread my legs, sank his tongue into my hole and rubbed my tits. I lay there unmoving and unresponsive at first, rather stunned by the quickness of his assault. But the jabbing of his tongue in and out of my cunt and his scrubbing of my tits soon brought me to life.
"Oh, ah," I gasped as his ramming tongue sent a jolt through my vagina. I moved my vulva up and started hunching his tongue. "Eat me, Burt!" I cried. "Oh, God-eat me good!" He pulled his pants off, mounted me and stuffed me. "Oh, God! Oh, Burt, it's hard! Ooh, it's so hard!"
He kept driving his root in. "Fuck, baby, fuck!" he called out between clenched teeth. "Goddamn, I'm gonna fuck you good!"
Now my vagina was accommodating itself to his thrusting cock. My juices began flowing, lubricating his dick. I grabbed his shoulders and raised my legs around his back, spreading my cunt open.
His pounding rod drove me deeper into the couch. It was by far the fastest and hardest screwing I'd ever had. His heavy balls smacked against my ass as he pumped. Yes, his rough screwing really got to me.
"Ride me, baby!" I cried. "Screw me hard and rough! Screw me with a big hard dick! Rap it in me, screw the piss out of me! Oh, God-oh mother-fucking Jesus-nobody's ever fucked me like this!"
"I'll fuck you, baby!" Burt hissed. "I'll fuck you like this every day! Goddamn, anytime you want it!"
"Ah, I want it!" I groaned. "Oh, God, I want it! Fuck! Suck! Suck my tits, Burt! Suck 'em, bite em!
Burt started ejaculating, squirting fiery semen deep in my gut.
"Squirt it, Burt! Squirt hot sperm in me! Fill my pussy up!"
He did just that, pumping his juice in me till it flowed out of my cunthole and drenched my ass. We lay there for a good five minutes, gasping, spent. He finally raised his head. "You've got the sweetest pussy I've ever fucked." Then he added, "Don't tell Sandy or Zita I said that."
"I won't."
He licked his lips. "Umm, you've got one hot tight pussy, baby."
"Did you mean what you said, about anytime I want it, you'll give it to me?"
"I sure did. Yeah, a beautiful hot woman like you needs a good fucking every day."
"And every night," I added.
"Yeah, but I'm afraid I can't help you there. Your husband will have to take care of that."
"He will ... when he's home."
"Umm," Burt purred. "Goddamn, if you were my wife I'd screw you every day and every night. I'd keep a dick in you."
"I bet you would."
" 'I know I would." He began running his cock up and down my sheath.
"Oh, Burt! You're stiff again! Oh, God, you're wonderful! Give me the dick, Burt-give me that big stiff dick again!"
He hammered me with long lunges, driving every inch of it in with every thrust.
"Oh, hump it in me, Burt! Pump it in me! Dig it in deep!"
"Fuck!" Burt roared.
"Oh, God!" I cried. "Oh, commit adultery with me, Burt! Ah, we're committing adultery! And it's so good!"
He sucked on my titties, and the touch of his tongue licking me as he pounded his root up my quim made me cum. "Fuck!" I yelled. "Fuck me with a big hard peter! Ooh, love me with your dick! Pump love in me! Pump your fucking love in me, baby! Fuck your love in my pussy!
"That's it!" I cried as I felt a torrid gush of jism spurt from his cock. "Cum! Ohh, give me all your cum!"
He panted and chugged like a locomotive as he jacked his spunk deep in my sheath. I clamped my cunt muscles down on his tool and pulled and sucked in all his semen.
"Oh, baby," Burt breathed. "God, you can fuck! That's the best fuck I've had in a long time."
"Umm," I cooed. "Coming from you, that's quite a compliment."
"It's true," he said, slowly running his pecker up and down my tube. "You're one of the best."
"So are you. I love your cock, umm, and your big heavy balls slapping against my ass, ah, and your hot mouth sucking on my titties, umm. I love it all. I wish we could fuck all day and all night."
"So do I," he said. "But I've gotta be going. It's a quarter to six. I've been here forty-five minutes. Haven't even gone home from work, yet."
I went to the bookstore the next morning. Burt's screwing had really gotten me going. I was hot, horny for some more. My cunt was flowing and my breasts were throbbing. I eyed Roddy till I couldn't stand it anymore. I went to him behind the counter and rubbed his crotch.
There weren't any customers in the shop, but Roddy was still nervous. "Oh, Fawn! It's too much." He clutched my waist and looked anxiously at the door. "Customers," he said. "They might come in."
"Let's go to the stockroom," I said. "We'll hear if anyone comes in."
We went to the stockroom and stood against the wall right by the door. I took his dick out and began jerking it off. It grew and grew in my hand.
"I'm gonna suck your dick, Roddy."
"Oh!" he moaned.
I got on my knees, cupped his meat and went down on it, licking and sucking it all over.
"Oh, God!" he moaned over and over.
I stood and he pressed himself against me, humping my crotch. I pushed his head down lower and lower till he fell to his knees. I lifted my skirt, pulled off my panties and guided his head to my snatch. He buried his face in it. I spread my legs, arched my back and raised my vulva. He clutched my buttocks and sank his tongue in my slit, sliding it up and down my clit.
"Oh, Roddy, that's good. Oh, so good! Ah, you've got a nice tongue, nice and hot and wet!"
I felt his penis straining and was afraid he'd jack off before he screwed me. I pulled at him. "Come here. Come up here and fuck me."
He stood and wrapped his arms around my waist and pushed his thudding prick between my legs. I took his staff and pointed it at my crack. He dipped down and came up and entered me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he clasped my rump as we went at it.
"Oh, you sweet fucker!" I gasped as his cock-head pushed into my slit. He gasped back as he slid his penis up my vagina.
"Oh, God! Oh, Fawn! I love you!"
"Oh, yes!" I answered. "That's what it's all about, sweet honey. Oh, give it to me, Roddy, give me your sweet hot love!"
He prodded it in me furiously. I knew he wouldn't last long at that rate. After only a minute he spurted his juice in me. "Oh God! Oh, I want to be married to you!" he cried. "God, I wanna do it to you every day! Fawn, if you ever break up with him I'll marry you. And I won't care how many other guys do it to you. I just wanna be married to you."
"If I wasn't already married, I wouldn't mind being married to you at all, Roddy. Not at all. You'd make a good husband."
The bell over the bookshop door rang. Roddy quickly stuffed his peter in his pants. "Remember what I said, if you ever get divorced, I'll marry you, and I won't care if other men do it to you." He walked out of the stockroom.
I pulled on my panties, smoothed down my skirt and smiled. One could do worse than Roddy, I thought. A lot worse.
That evening, at about five, Burt again pulled up in the drive. My juices started flowing and a warm wet wave flowed down my vagina as I watched him walk up to the door. I knew what I was going to get.
Burt didn't say a word. He just came over and wrapped his arms around me and pushed his crotch against mine. I felt his rod, hard and throbbing. He grabbed my ass and lifted me up.
"Take me into the bedroom," I said. "I want you to fuck me in my husband's bed."
He laid me down on the bed, then got on his knees and pulled his pants off. His long thick penis stuck up, straining, waving. I got on my knees and grabbed his dick and jacked it.
He grabbed my breasts and rubbed them. I lowered my head, opened my mouth and ran my tongue up and down and all around his staff.
"That's it, baby, suck my dick," Burt rasped. With one hand he clasped the back of my head, with the other he squeezed my tits. I sucked down two-thirds of his shaft. "Suck it, baby! Suck every inch of it!" He slid his tool in and out of my mouth. "Oh, you're a number-one cocksucker! You know how to use that tongue and those lips! Goddamn, I've gotta fuck you!" He pulled his prick out of my mouth and pulled me to him. I wrapped my legs around him and he ground his peter up my pussy.
"God, yes!" I groaned. "Oh, give me the dick, Burt, give it to me!"
He balled me with long lunges, driving every inch of his meat up my sheath with every thrust.
"Ah, hump it in me, Burt! Dig it in, dig it in deep!"
"Screw your pussy! Screw your hot cunt!" Burt roared.
"Oh, you sweet fucking lover!" I cried. "Screw me like only you can screw me! Oh, sweet fucking Burt, oh, sweet baby, I can't get enough of your cock! Ah, your big screwing cock!"
"Oh, your sweet pussy!" Burt cried. "Your tight hot pussy! You're worth your weight in gold!"
"Oh, sweet hot frigging Jesus!" I moaned. "Ohh, we're committing adultery, Burt! You're frigging me in my husband's bed!"
He humped me for a good five minutes, driving his cock up and down my quim in strong solid strokes. My pussy juices streamed, pouring down my cunt channel, soaking his prick, his balls, my cunt hair and my ass.
"Oh, ah-love me, Burt! Love me forever with your peter!"
"Goddamn yes!" he grunted. "Ah, you're so hot and wet and tight. Your cunt's like red-hot silk!"
I knew he was on the verge of cumming. "Faster, harder!" I cried. "Screw me like I've never been screwed before!"
He gave out a great cry and I felt the first burst of his semen, splashing deep in the core of my yoni.
"Fill me up, Burt! Pour it in me! Spew all your sperm in me. I want it all!"
Orgasm after orgasm racked my body as he spurted red-hot spunk up my gut. "Oh, you sweet hot fucker!" I moaned. "Sweet fucking lover!"
We lay there for a while, not saying a word, just breathing hard and slowly moving our bodies, savoring the delicious fuck we'd just had.
"It's too bad polygamy's not allowed in this country," Burt finally said.
"I'll fuck to that," I said.
Burt laughed. "You know, you're almost as lecherous as me."
"Almost. But you're right-about polygamy. It'd be great if we could have more than one spouse. If we could be married to as many people as we wanted-and who wanted us."
"Group marriage," Burt said.
"Yeah. I can think of five or six people right now I'd like to be married to. I mean, Paul-well, he's my husband and I love him, but I'd like to share in a group marriage-six or seven people."
"Only six or seven?" Burt asked, leering at me.
"Well, however many. Maybe thirteen. Make it a coven. The women would share all the men, and the men all the women. And, in some cases, the women would share the women."
"Umm-yeah," Burt said. "Sounds great."
"And it would be a group marriage," I went on. "Of course, the women and men in it could be married to each other, but each woman in it would be a mate for every man in it, and each man would be a mate for every woman."
"Umm, there'd sure be a lot of fucking in it," Burt said, moving his growing cock in me.
"Oh, yes, a lot of licking and sucking and fucking. All the women would share their bodies with all the men. Think of all the hot loving."
"I am," Burt said, sliding his rod up my vagina.
"Oh, Burt!" I moaned. "You're gonna screw me again! Oh, Burt, fuck me in my ass!"
He turned me over and raised me up on my hands and knees.
I stuck my ass up. "Lick me, Burt. Stick your tongue in me first."
He grabbed my buttocks and squeezed and pulled them, parted them. Then I felt his tongue on my asscrack. "Oh, yes. Oh, Burt!" He flicked his tongue up and down on my rosebud. "Oh, God, yes!" I gasped. "That's heaven!" He rubbed his tongue all over it. "Ah, your tongue's so hot and wet!" He slid his tongue in and scraped his hand over my vulva. "Oh baby, oh, honey, oh, sweetheart-lover!" I moaned. "Lick-eat my ass!"
He jammed his tongue in and out while rubbing my clitoris with his middle finger. "Oh, fuck me, Burt!" I cried. "Oh, yes, I'm ready for it ... stick your dick in ... oh, I want to feel it up my ass!"
His rod entered my asshole at the same time his finger slid into my vagina. "Oh, all the way, Burt! Oh, God, I love it in my ass!"
"Oh, babe!" he wheezed as he ground his penis up my rectum. "Goddamn, you're tight as a vise!"
Inch after inch, his cob came on, digging through. "Oh, baby, you've got the tightest ass!" He was fully impaled in me now, his meat packed my ass. He pulled back, then thrust forward.
"Oh, God, that feels wonderful!" I crooned. He pushed it in me in smooth whips, his middle finger whipping in and out of my quiff at the same pace. "Oh, Burt ... ream my ass out!"
"Oh, baby, yes!" Burt groaned.
He humped it in me, rapping me two strokes a second. "Here it cums, babe!" he called out. "Here's my frigging juice up your ass!"
And with that he shot his molten juice up my rectum.
I gave out a long wail and jerked all over as an orgasmic explosion ripped through me, sending lusty fire through every fiber of my body. Burt fell atop me and we collapsed on the bed, his finger and his prick still stuck in me. Sometimes after-I had lost track of time-Burt got up. "Baby, I've gotta go. It's six o'clock. I've been here an hour."
I pressed my breasts against his back and nuzzled the nape of his neck. "Just remember what I said about group marriage. Who knows? We just might be able to work it out."
"You've got my vote," Burt said.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Later that evening Sandy came over. "I've got a bone to pick with you," she said in mock-severity.
"A bone?" I asked. "Is it long and thick and hot and throbbing with two big heavy balls at the end of it?"
"Yeah, you could say that," she said. "You've been fucking my husband, haven't you? A lot!"
"Fucking your husband?! Why, where in the world did you get that idea?" I smiled.
"Oh, I have my ways of finding out. For one thing, since yesterday Burt's been coming in with both his cock and ass dragging. And for another there's a distinctive pussy smell on his cock and fingers and mouth, and it doesn't belong to Zita or me. It belongs to you."
"How do you know?"
"I know how your pussy smells-and tastes," Sandy said, her eyes twinkling. "Pretty damned good."
She embraced me, nuzzling my cheek and neck.
"Then you don't mind if I fuck your husband every now and then?" I asked.
"Just leave some for me."
"I'll leave you the bone."
"Oh, no you don't," she said. "I want some meat."
"Let's make a deal. You fuck my husband and I'll fuck yours."
"I've got an even better idea. Let's you and I fuck them both."
"It's a deal."
She licked my neck, her tongue leaving a warm wet trail down to my shoulders. "Ummm," I purred.
She slid her hands under my blouse and caressed my back, my sides, my belly. She raised my blouse and lowered her head to my tits, kissing and tonguing them.
My knees grew weak and I felt a warm glow of juice stir in the depths of my cunt. "Oh, Sandy," I murmured, "you don't know what you do to me."
"I know what I'm gonna do to you," she said. "I'm gonna love you."
She pulled off her blouse. Her breasts were so lovely, creamy and big as grapefruits. We hurriedly stripped and came together, nuzzling our hot cheeks and running our hands over each other's body. We sank to the floor and Sandy stretched out on top of me.
"Oh, Sandy," I breathed in her ear. "Oh, lover."
She reached a hand down between my legs and drew it over my labes.
"Ohhh," I moaned. I raised my vulva up to her hand and brushed mine down to her pussy and stroked it.
"Oh, Fawn," she cooed. "Oh, sweet."
We rubbed each other's pussy and rolled tits against tits. I gasped when she found my clitoris. Then I found hers, and our rubbing and oohing and aahing increased in tempo and urgency. Our cunts were drenched with love juice, heart thudded against heart, tits mashed tits, nipples scraped nipples.
"Oh, Sandy, I love you."
"Oh, sweet love, I love you."
We caressed each other's bodies till we climaxed in unison. Then we kissed a French kiss and gently moved our bodies together.
I told Sandy what I had told Burt about my idea of group marriage. "You and Burt and me and Paul, and Zita-and Daddy."
"Your daddy?" she asked.
"Yes."
"You've...." she began, then looked at me. And then she smiled. "Fawn...." she clicked her tongue, mock-chiding me. "Don't tell me that you and your daddy...."
"Yes. He's wonderful. We've made love anumher of times. It started a few days ago. He's totally uninhibited. He's what you told me we were-sensuous people. He'll try anything. He's totally open. Umm, and he's got-his cock is eight inches long."
"Eight inches...." Sandy repeated.
"And almost four inches around. He's fucked me with it in my mouth, my pussy and my ass-oh, and with his tongue! It's so long and thick. But that's not all. It's his staying power that's really something. He can get it up and keep it up on and on! He's wonderful."
"He even sounds wonderful," Sandy said.
"Oh, Sandy, if we could work it out, it would be wonderful. The six of us-you and me and Zita, and Paul and Burt and Daddy. Sharing our bodies with each other, loving each other."
"I'm all for it," Sandy said. "And I know Burt and Zita would be."
"I know Daddy would be. That leaves Paul."
"I think we can arrange it easily enough so that Paul would join in. I don't think that would be a problem at all. He didn't have any trouble committing incest with me," she smiled.
"No, he didn't. Not after your initial 'overture' to him."
"When is Paul coming in?"
"Tomorrow."
Sandy nodded and smiled. "I've got a feeling this is going to be a wild weekend."
"Maybe there'll be a marriage this weekend. A group marriage."
"And a group orgy," she said.
"That comes with the territory.
I received a phone call from Paul the next morning. He told me he'd been delayed, that it would be evening before he could catch a flight. It would probably be very early the next morning before he'd get in.
Sandy came over a couple of hours later. "Fawn, I've been thinking about something you told me last night."
"Told you what?"
"About your daddy. About his staying power-about his measurements."
"You really are incorrigible."
"Does that mean I'm horny?" she asked.
"Yes, but it also means you're bad."
"It comes with the territory," she laughed. "Why don't we go pay your daddy a visit. I'd love to meet him."
"You've met him. You know him."
"Not the way I want to m-e-a-t him," she laughed.
I looked at the outfit Sandy was wearing: a brief halter with no bra, with her breasts straining against the halter; very tight short-short cut-off jeans that her shapely hips and rump threatened to burst out of. "Daddy's liable to rape you dressed like that."
"What a way to go," she chuckled huskily.
"Well, if you're determined to go down I'll do down with you." I dressed in the brief see-through blouse and short-shorts that had aroused Daddy so the last time I'd gone to see him. I felt warm sap start to flow inside me at the thought of what we were going to do.
When we entered Daddy's house I called out to him.
"In here, honey, in the den," he answered.
He was stretched out in a lounge chair. "Hey, honey," he stood and greeted me. "Hi, Sandy," he said, his gaze traveling up and down our bodies. "What brings you two gals out here?"
"Oh, we're just two lonely housewives," I said, "looking for a little excitement to add some spark to our drab lives."
"Actually, I'm looking for some big excitement," Sandy said, focusing on Daddy's crotch.
"Well," Daddy said, "something tells me you've come to the right place."
"I think so," Sandy said. "And I think there's no need to waste any time on preliminaries." She reached back and untied her halter and pulled it off. Her alabaster mounds jutted up, big and firm and rounded; the areolas circling her nipples were brown, her tan nipples rigid. She placed her hands under her breasts and moved toward Daddy.
"Would you examine my breasts, Doctor, and see if they're all right?"
Daddy reached out and cupped her boobs. He ran his hands over them, pressing and palming and rubbing the nipples with his thumbs. "I think they're fine," he said. "They look and feel just fine." He grasped her waist and bent his head down to her chest. He gobbled down on her orbs and flicked his tongue on her nipple. She clutched his crotch and rubbed it. I took off my clothes and watched as Sandy unzipped Daddy's fly and pulled out his cock. It strained upward, nodding up and down. The massive oblong shaft was veined and engorged; the glans was the size of a big plum.
"Fawn wasn't exaggerating," Sandy murmured. She wrapped her hand around the shaft and briskly jacked it. "God, you're a stallion," she breathed huskily. "I've just gotta suck it."
She dropped to her knees, clasped the base of his rod and extended her tongue, which twirled up and down and around the shaft before running her mouth all over it. Then she opened her mouth and took his dick in. She bobbed her head up and down, sucking it. She had more than half of it in her mouth. I rubbed my breasts as I watched her suck.
Daddy clenched her head and dipped his legs. "Ah, suck it, Sandy," he said. "Oh, yes, you know how to suck!" He increased the speed of his strokes, sliding a good two-thirds of his organ into her mouth. Sandy sucked furiously, her head zipping up and down.
I drew a hand between my legs and massaged my cunt.
Daddy pulled his dick out of Sandy's mouth and sank down to her. He unsnapped her shorts and she climbed out of them.
"I bet you like having you pussy licked, don't you?" Daddy asked. Without waiting for an answer, he dipped his head down her belly. She got on her back, spread her legs and raised her vulva.
"You've got a beautiful pussy," Daddy said. "Made to lick and suck." He rooted his face on her mons veneris. She reared her ass up and pressed her snatch against his mouth. Daddy licked over her labes, lapped up and down on her slit, then slid his tongue into her quim.
"Oh, God!" Sandy gasped. "Oh, your tongue! Ahh-it's so wet and hot!"
Daddy strummed his tongue up and down on the glans of her clitoris. He reached up and palmed and pressed her boobs.
Sandy thrust her quiff up and down on his face. "Oh, you sweet!" she panted. "You sweet cunt-sucking stallion! Oh, your tongue's so long and thick Oh, God-it feels like a cock!"
I got down next to Daddy and went under him and began sucking his cock. He gripped my head and thrust his poker in my mouth.
"Suck! Suck!" Sandy cried. "Eat me up! Devour me! Ahh, you're frigging me with your tongue! Ohh, hot fucking mother of God, your tongue's fucking me!" She threw her head back. She jerked and writhed. She arched her back. "Now! Now! Oh sweet motherfucking Jesus-now!"
Daddy kept licking and sucking her, but pulled his penis out of my mouth and positioned me next to Sandy. Then he shifted over and went down on me, burying his face in my muff.
"Oh, Daddy, yes!" I moaned. I lurched up and he sank his tongue in me and began jabbing it in and out. Ecstatic bolts of fire raced up my vagina to the marrow of my being. Then Daddy shifted over and went down on Sandy and jammed his tongue into her. She gurgled in lust, rocking her ass up and down. Then he came back to me and gunned his tongue in and out of my slit a dozen times. Back and forth, Daddy tongue-fucked us. Sandy and I lay there, our legs bent back, our cunts stuck up, writhing and hunching and bucking, gasping and panting.
On and on Daddy licked and sucked us. Our bodies were engulfed in orgiastic flames. Then Daddy get on top of Sandy and pushed his cock into her. She locked her arms and legs around him.
"Oh, yes!" she groaned. "Take me-ravish me-oh, you stallion! You big fucking buck! Grind it in me-dig it in deep-all the way! Hump it in me all the way! Oh, sweet fucking God-give me every inch of it!"
I mashed and squeezed my tits and rubbed my labes hard as I watched Daddy bury his mammoth prick in Sandy's cunt. Pearly fluid flowed out of her slit as Daddy's column of flesh entered her dilated cunt.
Daddy gave out an Ahh as he slid the final inch of his peter into her. He rested for a few seconds, then slowly pulled back and Sandy moaned, then she gasped as he pushed his pole back up her sheath. He slid every inch of it in her without stopping, then pulled back again and, with a faster and stronger thrust, -rimmed it back up her quiff.
"Your cock!" Sandy wailed. "Ohh-you've got the biggest cock-the biggest, longest, thickest cock that's ever fucked me! Oh, God-keep it up-don't ever stop-fuck me forever! Oh, Jesus-I'll give you anything! Anything you want! Just keep fucking me like this!"
Daddy heaved it in her. His staff came out to the head when he pulled back and went in to the base when he pushed in. His heavy testicles smacked against her buttocks. I dug my fingers into my vulva and groaned as a climax hit me.
"Ahh-Ohh!" Daddy wheezed. "Ahh, you've got a sweet hot juicy fucking pussy!" He plowed it into her and the lust juice flowed from her slit.
"Fuck me!" Sandy cried. "Your cock! It's reaching my gut-it's in my belly! Never-oh, never-oh, God, I've never been screwed like this! Ah, this is it! The best fucking I've ever had!"
Daddy kept increasing the speed and force of his strokes, never letting up, stuffing it faster and harder. He humped her hard and fast for a good five minutes, then, with a strangled groan, he gave a mighty heave. "Hot fuck!" he yelled. "Hot fuck in your cunt!" He strained forward, his buttocks closed and tight.
"Oh-ah!" Sandy panted as Daddy began spewing his semen in her. Then he pumped a dozen short hard jabs and dug it deep up her quim again and spurted another stream. Then another, and still another. Finally, he gave one long thrust up her vagina and came down to rest on her.
They lay unmoving for a few minutes, panting and heaving.
"Oh, God," Sandy finally cooed. "Oh, sweet ... That's the best I've ever had ... The best."
Daddy slowly circled his penis in her quiff. "Umm," he murmured, "you've got a sweet pussy ... Sweet hot silky pussy."
I moved over and embraced them.
"Oh, Fawn," Sandy purred. "You were right ... so right." She looked at Daddy. "You are wonderful."
Daddy looked at my breasts and put his arm around my waist and pulled me to him. He sucked my boobs. He pulled me up to my hands and knees, got behind me and slid his cob in my pussy.
"Unnnh-yeah!" he called out.
"Oh, Daddy!" I groaned. "Oh, sweet Daddy-yes! Oh, give it to me. Slide it in me-oh, yes! Yes!"
Sandy stretched out, watching Daddy screw me. I reached out for her and grabbed her leg and pulled her to me. I swooped my face down on her vulva, rubbing my lips and nose on her pussy crack. She clutched my head, spread her legs wide and thrust hercuntup. "Lick me, Fawn! Oh, yes, lick me good and hot!"
I found her clit and sucked it while Daddy reamed my pussy good.
"Suck her, honey!" Daddy called out. "Suck your husband's sister while your father screws your cunt! Yeah! Watching you suck your sister-in-law makes my dick twice as hard!" He heaved his pike in me, rapping me hard. He grabbed my tits and squeezed and rubbed them.
"Now, Fran, now!" Sandy gasped, hunching her muff on my face. "Oh, God! Oh, sweet! Oh, loving sucking lover! You're making me cum!" Her body wrenched in spasmodic jerks and she gave out a long wail.
Daddy pounded his pole in me, filling me up with his eight-incher. He let out a loud grunt and heaved his prick up my quiff and sent a stream of sperm up my gut.
"Oh, wow!" Sandy puffed, lowering her legs. "What a suck! What a fuck!"
We stretched out on the floor and savored it.
"You know, Fawn, your idea of a group marriage sounds better all the time," Sandy said, looking at Daddy's rod.
"A group marriage?" Daddy asked.
"Yes," Sandy said. "A group sexual marriage. Fawn wants to form one. Burt and Zita and me, Paul and Fawn and you. All the women would share all the men sexually and, as Fawn says, the women would share the women, too." She smiled and reached out and caressed my breasts.
"Sounds interesting," Daddy said. "Real interesting." He ran his hand down on my cunt and rubbed it. "Who's Zita?"
"Burt's niece," Sandy said. "Oh, you'd like her. She's eighteen years old, beautiful and rather uninhibited, I guess you could say."
"Tell me more about this group-marriage idea," Daddy said.
"It wouldn't be a marriage where we all lived together," I said, "but it would be a marriage where we shared ourselves; shared our bodies and our love-shared each other's loved ones. All the men would share their wives and, in your case, Daddy, your daughter; Burt, his niece; and Paul, his sister. All the women would share their husbands, their father, their uncle, their brother...." With Daddy rubbing my pussy and Sandy stroking my tits, I couldn't help but spread my legs and raise my vulva. "Ohh," I moaned. "And all the women would share each other's bodies," I went on. "It would be a group marriage where the husbands and wives made love, but also where-ah! Oh, Daddy, that feels good! Where we all committed adultery and incest!" I reached out and grabbed Daddy's cock and jacked. It was growing hard. I ran a hand over Sandy's quim and she pressed closer to me and went down on my titties and mouthed them. "Oh ... ah-It would be a marriage where all the men licked and sucked and fucked all the women, and all the women licked and sucked all the men-oooh! Ahhh! And all the women licked and sucked each other!"
Daddy rolled me over and pulled me onto my hands and knees. He spread my ass and started licking my asshole.
"Yes!" I groaned. "Just like that! Licking my ass, licking and sucking and fucking my ass, my pussy, my mouth, my titties! All of you licking me, sucking me, fucking me!"
Daddy pulled Sandy up so she was on her hands and knees right beside me. He dipped his head on her buttocks and began running his tongue up and down her ass.
"Ohh!" Sandy gasped. She thrust her ass up.
Daddy went from Sandy to me, then back to Sandy, back and forth, licking and drawing his tongue over our butt holes. He rubbed our cunts as he licked us. He had us both panting and thrusting our asses back. He grabbed me from behind and pushed his prick into my asshole. I groaned with pleasure. He gave me a half-dozen strokes up my ass, then he went to Sandy and probed her butt. "Oh, God, yes-fuck my ass!" Sandy cried. "I want it deep in my ass!"
It was incredible. Daddy was screwing both of us in our asses. He gave Sandy a dozen good whacks up her rectum, then he came to me and ground it in a dozen times, then he went back to Sandy. She threw her head back and squeezed her breasts. I reached over and rubbed her boobs. She gasped and rubbed mine. Daddy locked his arms around Sandy's belly and pounded his peter up her ass. "Screwing your golden ass!" he roared. He mashed his balls against her cunt and strained forward. "Hot cum in your ass!" he cried. He suddenly pulled out of her and jumped over to me and crammed it in my butt. "Ahh," he crooned. A surge of jism splashed up my ass. Then he pulled out and stuck Sandy and let her have a stream of spunk. Then back to me. Each time he moved slower and slower, until he came to rest, lodged in my rectum. He had timed it perfectly. He had fucked his cum in us without missing a beat, without spilling a drop.
"You're fantastic," Sandy said. "Simply fantastic. I can't wait until I'm 'married' to you. But I want to warn you right now that I'm gonna want a lot of your cock. A lot!"
"Fair enough," Daddy said. "I'm gonna want a lot of your pussy-and your ass-and your mouth."
"I think we were made for each other," Sandy laughed.
"I think we were all made for each other," I said.
CHAPTER NINE
When I went to the bookstore that afternoon Roddy wasn't there. A young black guy was behind the counter.
"Where's Roddy?" I asked.
"His grandfather died," the guy said. "He's attending the funeral. I'm taking his place here today."
"I'm Fawn. I work here."
"I know. You 're the boss's daughter," he smiled. "My name's Rusty."
"Glad to meet you, Rusty. How's business been today?"
"Oh, pretty busy up until one or so. It's slacked off now, though. What I'm gonna do the rest of the afternoon is some restocking on the shelves. We've got quite a few boxes of new books in."
"I can help with that," I said.
There were few customers in the shop the rest of the afternoon. Rusty and I worked pretty steadily, carrying in books from the stockroom and shelving them. But I noticed that he ate me up with his eyes, looking up and down my body. He was nice-looking, and I couldn't help but notice the bulk poking from his crotch. As we shelved books he found numerous opportunities to brush against me and lightly sweep his crotch across my ass.
When five o 'clock finally came I flipped the sign from "open" to "closed" and turned off the lights in the rear. Rusty came out of the stockroom.
"Well, I guess that does it," I said.
"Yeah," Rusty said. He stood close to me, looking down my blouse. I saw the bulk at his crotch move. We looked at each other in the dim light. He licked his lips and his nostrils flared. His eyes burned into mine. And the next thing I knew Rusty had his arms around my waist and was running his hands over my ass, giving me steady hunches with his crotch and licking my neck.
I spread my legs and hunched him back and felt a warm gush of juice flow down my vagina.
He pressed his hands on my rump and mashed it. "Ah, what an ass!" he exclaimed. He ran a hand under my blouse and explored my breasts. "Oh yeah!" he breathed out. "No bra. Umm, big and warm and firm ... I knew you had a pair of jugs on you!" He slid my blouse up and palmed my tits, rubbing and squeezing them.
A thudding jolt shot through me. I reached down and stroked his crotch. His prick was stiff and thick.
"The minute I laid eyes on you I almost creamed in my jeans," he said. "Lord, you are one hot fox!" He mouthed my boobs, sucking in on them and twirling his tongue on the dugs. Each time he flicked his tongue on my nipples, a lance of fire raced through my breasts.
I unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. It was big and rigid. I drew my hand up and down its shaft. I pulled out his testicles and cupped them.
He slid a hand down my panties and palmed my labes. "You've got a hot pussy, baby." He rubbed my cunt up and down, inserting a middle finger into its slit.
"Ohh!" I gasped. "Ahh!" I spread my legs wider and brought my cunt up and moved it around.
"You want it, don't you, baby," he said.
"Oh, yes!" I slid my hand up and down his rod.
"I'm sure gonna give it to you." He started to pull my panties off.
"The stockroom," I panted. "There's a table in there. We can stretch out."
We went to the stockroom and undressed. Rusty's cock stood upright, hard and pulsating, and his baseball-sized bag stretched tight underneath. "God, you're hung like a bull!" I exclaimed.
My vagina ached and my breasts hardened, a tingling filled my belly. He came to me and hunched between my legs, rubbing his penis over my vulva. He mashed and squeezed my buttocks, his stiff prick stroked between my labes. He mouthed my boobs, flicking at the teats with his tongue and sucking on the mounds and areolas with his lips.
I fisted his peter and cupped his nuts. "Is my dick big enough for you, baby," he panted.
"Ah, yes," I said. "Plenty big. I'm gonna suck it. I'm gonna lick your balls too." I went down on my knees, grasped his root and went underneath it. I lapped his big leathery scrotum, letting his nuts rest on my face while I ran my tongue over his sac. Then I went up the underside of his tool, rubbing my tongue along the entire length. I coated his rod all over with saliva till it glistened. His cock was the same size as Burt's, just a little smaller than Daddy's. It strained upward, thudding and quivering, purplish-brown. I swallowed his cock knob and he groaned. I gave him a blow-job. I had him rasping and panting and driving his dick in my mouth.
"Suck, baby, suck!" he hissed. "Oh, shit! Ain't nobody ever blowed me like this! Ah, baby-you're sucking the cum right out of me! Damn, I can't hold it back! Here it cums, baby-I'm gonna fuck your face, gonna fuck your throat! Ahh!" He let out a gargled moan and shot his cream in my mouth. I sucked avidly at his prick, pulling at it with my tongue and lips. His nut sac mashed against my chin. He kept spurting thick strands of jism into my mouth and I kept sucking it down.
"Oh, baby doll!" he wheezed. "Umm ummh-you are some kind of cocksucker!"
We got up on the table and I stretched out. He raised my legs and spread them and looked down at my cunt. "Damn, you got a pretty pussy!" he exclaimed. "Umm ummh-you got licking pussy, honey."
He dipped his head between my legs and ran the point of his tongue along my cunt slit. I moaned. His tongue sent delicious shiver sup my quim. I held his head and thrust my vulva up in his face. "Lick me, Rusty! Oh, lick me with that hot tongue!"
He sank his tongue into my slit and lapped and waved it around inside. Then he concentrated on my clitoris, tonguing it up and down. "Oh, God-eat me!" I gasped. "Suck my cunt!"
He jammed his tongue in and out of my pussy. He reached up and clutched my titties and rubbed his thumbs on my nipples. I reached down and clasped his rod and jacked it. It began growing in my hand, lengthening, thickening, stiffening.
He raised up on his knees and pulled me up to him. "Ah, you got a sweet tasting pussy, baby. Now climb up on my dick so I can throw the meat to you."
I locked my legs around his waist, grasped his peter and lowered myself down. He strained upward and pushed his glans into my pussy.
"Ohh, yes!" I groaned. "Oh, you're a bull! Ahh, you've got the cock of a stallion!"
"Yeah, baby," he huffed. "And you're my mare and I'm gonna ride you!"
He pushed his prickhead in and a glorious feeling stabbed up my vagina. I pushed down, meeting his upcoming cock.
"Oh!" I moaned. "Ooh, you're so big! Oh, baby, don't stop! Slide it on in-slide it on up my cunt-all the way! Every inch, baby, every inch of that wonderful hot meat! Oh, God, you're gonna ream me out! Ahh, you're gonna give me a good fucking!"
"Damn right," he grunted, prodding his rod up my sheath. "Yeah!" he said as he dug his root up my tube. "Ah! Damn, but you're tight! Oh, baby, your pussy is tight! Yeah! Sweet tight fucking cunt."
He drove his cob on up my quiff, never stopping. A luscious piercing jammed up to my gut. "Now!" he exclaimed. "Yeah, it's going up there now. Ah, yes!" With a final prod he pushed his glans to the core of my cunt. "Oh yeah! Snug and tight! Every inch!"
My juices flowed down my quim, lubricating his rod. He pulled back and slowly pushed up as though testing, then he began stroking it in me in strong raps.
"Oh yeah!" he wheezed. "Good pussy! You like it, baby? You like me screwing you?"
"Ah, your prick's so big. It feels so good!" I gasped.
I found his rhythm and moved my body in sync with his, thrusting down smoothly when he thrust up, pulling back evenly when he pulled.
"Ah, we're fucking now!" I cooed. "Fucking like a man and a woman's supposed to fuck! Good and strong and solid! No holds barred, nothing held back ... Ohh, giving me what a man's supposed to give a woman. Good hot meat!"
"Fuck, baby!" he called out. "Oh yeah! Screwing the rod to you! Fucking the meat in you!"
"Screw it Rusty! Ahh, I love it! Ohh, you've got a long stiff one! Screw me, baby, screw me with all you've got!"
He shifted gears and dug his organ in faster and stronger.
"Oh yes, that's the way!" I gasped. "That's the way I love it! Dig it in me all the way! Hammer it! Stuff it in me! Oh, you stud, you big strong fucking stud!"
He jackhammered it in me. His thick heavy testicles rapped against my buttocks. I reached down and palmed his nuts. "Ah, you're gonna squirt a lot in me!" I exclaimed. "Your balls are loaded with it!"
He pumped his rod in me and panted a tattoo in my ear. "Your tight wet pussy! Tight fucking cunt! I'm gonna fill you up-gonna fill you up with cream."
He humped me in rapid strong lunges, then he jacked off in me, spewing streamers of spunk deep in my cunt.
"Oh, God-hot fuck in me!" I cried. "Oh, that's it! Screw your cum in me! Screw it all in me-every bit of it!"
He spurted a great gout of sperm in me just as I climaxed. A liquid ball of fire exploded in me. He kept pouring semen into me, flooding my gut; his jism flowed out of my slit, bathing my vulva, my asshole, my whole butt.
He gave out a final heave and a sigh and settled down.
"Oh, baby," he moaned. "What a screw."
"You're good," I murmured. "Oh, you are good."
"I gotta tell you, baby," he said, "you've got some of the finest meat I've ever sank my dick in." He ran his half-hard cob up and down my quiff. "Yeah, you got some fine meat." It was hard to believe, but he was growing stiff already. His cock thudded in my pussy. He rubbed my ass mounds. "Yeah, I bet you got some fine ass meat too," he said. "Yeah, I do believe I'm gonna have to dig my root up that ass." He turned me around and pushed his stub against my asshole.
"Oh, God!" I gasped at his pushing cob. Without a second's hesitation, he -rimmed his dick in my ass. "Ohh!" I groaned. His staff dug into my rectum, sending shafts of fire stabbing up my ass.
"Oh yeah!" he hugged. "You got some fine ass meat! Good and tight! Damn, there ain't nothing better than a hot tight piece of ass! And you got it, baby!"
He kept digging his rod up my anus. Searing jolts of piercing flames roared up my anus to my gut. Humid gushing waves flowed down my cunt. Now he was furiously rubbing my pussy and my tits as he stoked my rectum.
"Oh, God, fill me up!" I cried. "Jab my ass! Rap it way up in there!"
He rammed his cock in me and I rammed my ass down on his cock, fucking him back. We fucked each other two strokes a second. Rusty suddenly gave out a hoarse cry and ejaculated way up my rectum, slinging his hot seed deep in my ass. I panted and gasped as he slid his slick dick in me in long strokes. "Oh, that was wonderful," I said. "You've got a wonderful fucking cock ... That's one of the best fucks I've ever had."
"Me too, baby," Rusty panted.
I finally made it home and took a long hot shower. I dispensed with dressing. I slipped on my shift, opened a bottle of wine, put on some good music, settled down on the sofa and thought of Paul.
He'd be home soon. But for how long? A week? Ten days? Before he had to go on another trip. "Well, at least he'll be here for our anniversary," I thought aloud. Our first wedding anniversary was less than two days away. Sunday.
The phone rang. It was Daddy.
"How are you doing, hon?" he asked.
"Oh, okay for a Friday night, I guess. It's going to be a long night. Paul called me and told me he'd been delayed. Said it would be very early in the morning-one or two-before he gets in. I'll probably just stay up and wait for him."
"Would you like some company while you wait? I could come over."
"Sounds great. I could use the company."
Daddy arrived about an hour later with a bottle of champagne and a bulky bag.
"What's the occasion?" I asked.
"Oh, no special occasion," he said. "It's just another Friday night. Friday nights were made for champagne. Or was champagne made for Friday nights? Well, no matter. But before we open it and indulge, I'm going to fix you a good Friday night meal."
"What have I done to deserve all this?"
"For being my favorite employee and my favorite daughter."
"I'm your only daughter," I laughed. "Doesn't matter. You're still my favorite."
After dinner Daddy started to clear the table.
"Oh, no you don't," I said. "You cooked, The least I can do is clean up."
"If you insist," Daddy said. He watched as I cleared away the dishes. "How do you like working at the bookstore? It's been a week now."
"Oh, I like it fine. I enjoy it. I like Roddy-and Rusty, too. They're nice to work with."
"I may have to give you a raise. Since you started working there the business has really picked up. But that's not surprising."
"Oh?" I asked. "Why is that?"
"Well, for one thing, I own the only bookstore in town with a beauty queen working in it," Daddy grinned. "Men from all over town who have never read a book-much less bought one-have suddenly developed an urge to read. And for some mysterious reason they've picked my bookstore to buy their books. Something tells me it's all because of you."
"I doubt that."
"I don't."
"It was slow in there this afternoon. Not many customers."
"Sometimes Friday afternoons are slow. I'm thinking of closing the store at four, or maybe three, on Fridays."
"Yeah," I said. "Five-thirty is a little late."
"Five-thirty?"
"Well, we close at five, but it's usually five-thirty or so before we get out of there," I laughed. "Why is that?"
"Oh, after we close we diddle around."
"Diddle around?" Daddy grinned. "Yes."
"What do you mean, 'diddle around'?" he laughed.
"Oh, you know, we go in the stockroom and diddle each other."
Daddy looked quizzically at me for a moment, then he laughed, got up and came to me. He looked down at my shift-covered body, then looked at me. "You diddle each other, hunh?" he asked.
"Yes, in the stockroom."
Daddy wrapped his arms around my waist. "You and Roddy, huh."
"Yes, but today it was Rusty."
Daddy's eyes flamed up and he lightly hunched me. "You and Rusty, hunh?"
"Yes."
"What happened?" he asked. "Tell me what you did." He stroked my rump and moved his groin against mine.
"Rusty rubbed my titties, then he licked and sucked them. I rubbed his dick and he rubbed my pussy."
Daddy's cock was growing. He pressed it upon my crotch. He ran his hands down my shift and massaged my breasts. He was breathing hard. "Then what?" he asked.
"He finger-fucked me."
Daddy slipped his hand under my shift and down between my legs and began rubbing my vulva.
"Then I sucked his dick and he came in my mouth. Then he licked my pussy. Then he stuck his prick in my cunt."
"You sucked his cock," Daddy said, excited, "and he screwed you ... Rusty fucked you."
"Yes. He fucked me good. He fucked me in my ass too."
Now Daddy went down on my tits, mouthing and licking them.
"And he squirted his cum in me too-a lot of it!" I continued.
Daddy grabbed me by the ass and carried me into the living room.
"And Roddy's fucked me too." Daddy was panting.
"The bedroom, Daddy. In the bedroom. I want to commit incest with you in my husband's bed."
His cock jerked up as he carried me into the bedroom. Daddy understood me perfectly. He knew me. He knew that I loved Paul, but he also knew there was more than a strain of erotic perversion in me.
We got on the bed and embraced. Then I straddled his waist and he bumped his rod against my cunt, then pushed it in. I moved my cunt up, arched my back and threw my head back as he entered me. He pushed his massive pole up my sheath. And he didn't stop till he had all of it in me. Then he started moving it up and down. And I began moving with him, sliding my twat down on his upcoming surge. He groaned hoarsely and sank his mouth down on my tits, and sucked them.
"Give it to me, Daddy! Oh, fuck your daughter! Fuck your only favorite daughter!"
"Up your pussy, honey," he croaked. "Up your hot insatiable pussy! Oh yeah! Your father's screwing you! Your own father's screwing your hungry cunt!"
"Ah, Daddy love! Oh, you're the one! Ooh, nobody can fuck me like you ... Oh, God, I love you so much! Don't ever stop! Screw me forever! Oh, love me! Lick me, suck me, bite me, fuck me!"
"Ah, baby, here it is!" he exclaimed. "Deep in you! Oh, yes here it is. Here's the fucking you want!"
"Fuck it in me good, Daddy! Bang it in! You know what I want-ah, and you know how to give it to me! Oh, plow it in me!
"Now!" Daddy roared. "Now!" He shot a long thick stream of sperm into me, splashing and bathing my womb. I sucked on his cock with my cunt muscles, squeezing and pulling him, milking him of all his semen.
"Oh, dearest Daddy, I love you. I love you forever!"
"Oh, baby! You don't know how much I love you! I adore you.!
I heard a sound. I looked up, and there was Paul standing in the bedroom doorway.
CHAPTER TEN
Paul's mouth hung open. He had a disbelieving look on his face. "Paul?" I called out.
He gave out a low hmm, half-wagged his head and walked out. When I got to the living room I heard a car start up. I looked out the window and saw Paul pulling out of the drive. Daddy came up to me. I looked at him. "What can I...."
Daddy shook his head and placed a hand on my shoulder. "There's nothing to do," he said. He looked into my eyes. "I've got a feeling Paul will come back soon. He's just got to digest what he's seen. I think, under the circumstances, it would be best forme to leave. Call me. Come see me. Okay?"
I nodded my head.
Daddy kissed me on the forehead and left.
I stayed up, waiting. Daddy was right. Paul did come back soon. He came in, didn't say a word, just glanced at me, and went into the bedroom. After a few minutes, I walked to the bedroom. Paul lay on the bed staring at the ceiling. I went to the bed and sat at the edge.
"Paul?" I said softly.
He looked expressionlessly at me. "I managed to catch an early unscheduled flight," he said tonelessly.
"Paul ... I...." I lay down beside him. "Paul, you've got to understand."
His brows knitted. "Understand what?"
"Understand about ... Daddy and me."
He breathed out a hmm and looked at the ceiling, then he looked at me. "What's there to understand?"
I reached out and touched his chest. "I love him-and he loves me."
Paul gave out a brief dry chuckle. "That's apparent."
"And I love you," I said. "I love you more than you'll ever know. I love you with my soul and my heart and my body."
"Fawn," he sighed and shook his head.
I stroked his chest lightly.
"Are you saying you love me the same as you love your father?"
"No." I ran my hand down to his belly. "I love you as a husband. I'm your wife. I love no one else as I love you."
"And what about your father?"
"I love him in a different way." Paul looked at me. "What's different about it? I mean from the way you love me?"
I brushed a hand across his crotch. "I love him as a father. I'm his daughter. It happens that what I feel for you and for Daddy manifests itself in a similar way. But I love you differently. I can't explain it any better than that." I placed my hand squarely on his crotch. And I felt it respond. "There's a bond between Daddy and me. And there's a bond between you and me. They're different, but they're related too." I stroked his crotch. His prick began to rise. "When you desire someone or want to give affection to someone-to express your affection or want them-one of the ways to do it is through the body, to share your body with them." His penis strained upward, was getting rigid. I unzipped his pants and took out his cock, cupping my hand around it.
Paul breathed heavily. I slid down and took it in my mouth. I twirled my tongue around it, sliding my lips up and down. I mouthed the head and sucked it. His cock climbed to its full length, throbbing and turgid. He breathed out a hoarse moan and moved his pelvis up, sliding his root up my mouth. I shifted over onto my knees between his legs and sucked up and down it.
"Oh," Paul groaned. He clutched my head and ran his hands through my hair. He suddenly pulled it out of my mouth, pulled me to him, turned me over on my back and mounted me. "Ah!" he rasped as he pushed into my slit. "Yeah!"
I bent my legs back and raised my pussy. "Oh, darling!" I moaned. "Yes! Oh, my love, yes!" I stroked his cheek and rubbed his shoulders as he reamed it in me. "Oh sweet!" I gasped. "Share your body with me! Oh, baby sweet-oh, loving fuck! Oh, sweet fucking loving! Yes, yes!"
He pumped fast and strong till he spurted his jism in me. We lay there, not saying anything for a good five minutes. Then he finally stirred, raised his head and looked at me. A wry smile covered his face. Then he laid his head back down, pressing his cheek upon mine, and sighed.
We remained silent a while longer, then Paul said "Fawn, I've got to be...." He breathed out heavily again. "I've got to be honest with you. I'm a hypocrite. I've done the same thing as you. Incest. Adultery. With Sandy. I enjoyed it, enjoyed it more than I can say. How can I blame you or be upset with you ... when I came in and saw you and your daddy I was shocked. But there was something else too." He rubbed his cheek on mine and ran a hand down my body. "It turned me on."
"It did?"
"Yes, it did." Now he was running his cock up and down my quim. "Seeing your father lying on top of you like that, and you naked with your legs wrapped around him ... knowing he had just fucked you-and that you'd love it-" His cock was full and stiff now-"knowing your father ... knowing he fucks you-your own father fucks you-" He rapped his rod into my pussy-"ahh, and that you love it, you want it! Oh, yes! Fuck! Fuck, Fawn, fuck!"
"Yes!" I cried. "Oh, yes! I want it-I want it from you! Right now! Deep, oh screw me deep! Screw me with that cock I love! Give me your loving fuck-give me your fucking loving! Oh, dearest hubby-give me your hot fucking love!"
He wailed and humped me till his spunk shot out a thick creamy stream. And he kept shooting in me till he finally moaned and sank down, exhausted.
I held him, a feeling of quiet joy within me. We shared a long open-mouthed kiss, our tongues aflame. Then he looked at me and smiled. "Well, what do you think?" he said.
"I think we should go over to Daddy's."
He grinned and looked down at my tits. "Okay," he said.
Daddy looked quizzically at both of us. Then he said, "Well, what say I open a bottle of champagne?"
"Great," I said. "Friday nights were made for champagne."
Daddy chuckled. "You're right. Well, what should we toast?"
"Let's toast the three of us," I said, looking into their eyes.
"I'll sip to that," Paul said.
"So will I," Daddy said. He looked at Paul and me, studying us. "What say we go to the den. That's the most comfortable room in the house."
When we entered his den Daddy put on some soft music and we sat and sipped champagne.
"Thai's nice music," I said. "Dreamy."
"Good to dance to," Paul said. "Slow dance to."
"You convinced me," I said.
Paul and I got up and danced-slowly-holding each other. We danced for a couple of minutes. And when the music stopped momentarily, we stopped. "That was nice," I said. "Daddy, would you care to?"
"I thought you'd never ask," he said.
We swayed to the music, our bodies pressed together. Daddy was light on his feet, a natural dancer. But I could see Paul getting restless sitting alone on the sofa, so I told Daddy that I was feeling rather dizzy. We stopped dancing.
Now I stood in front of Paul, with Daddy beside me. Then I reached behind me and unzipped my dress and slid it off. I stood naked before them. "Let's make love," I said.
Paul got up, his eyes bright with fire. I looked at Daddy. His eyes matched Paul's. Daddy went behind me and clutched my waist, pressed his groin upon my rump and ran a hand under my arm and palmed one of my breasts. Paul nuzzled my cheek and neck and laid a hand on my breast. He slid his other hand between my legs and cupped my labes and stroked. I moved my ass in circles against Daddy's hunching cock and moved my hand to Paul's crotch. "Oh," I sighed. "Get naked with me.
After Paul and Daddy stripped I grabbed their cocks and jacked them. I went down on my knees and took Paul in my mouth and sucked till he was hard. Then I sucked Daddy. And then back to Paul. Minutes later, he got down on his knees and gently positioned me on the floor. He licked my belly and dipped his tongue in my navel. Then he moved on down. I lifted my legs and raised my pelvis. He buried his face in my bush and breathed hotly.
"Oh, Paul," I whimpered, "Oh, yes!"
Daddy got down beside me and went down on my boobs, sucking them.
"She's good and hot," he said to Daddy. "Fuck her."
Daddy came down on me and poked his pecker in my tush. "Umm, honey Fawn," he purred. He prodded his rigid staff up my vagina all the way to my core.
"Oh, you're so big!" I cried. "Ah, fuck me, Daddy, all the way to my gut!"
He drove his shaft up and down my tube in long strokes. I fucked him back, thrashing my cunt up to meet his oncoming thrusts.
"Now!" I wailed. "Now, Daddy, now! Oh, love-send me to heaven!" I lunged upward and a red-hot shower of piercing bolts racked my body.
"Fuck!" Daddy roared. "Fuck your heavenly cunt!"
He spewed a long streamer of spunk up my gut. "Ah, you goddess!" he huffed.
And when he crawled off me, Paul mounted me and slid his dick all the way in me. He was fantastically stiff. He screwed me fast and strong, zipping it up and down.
"Oh, Paul! Oh, honey lover! Ooh, you're so stiff! Ah, so good and hard! Oh, precious fucking lover! Fill me up, ream me out, rap it in me! Oh, dearest hubby, you're making me cum!"
Paul crammed his jism in me just as I climaxed. Simultaneous orgasms.
We lay on the floor, stretched out, drained. But not for long. Paul turned and mouthed my tits. I ran my hands through his hair and thrust my breasts against his mouth. He was all over them, rubbing and licking and sucking them. And Daddy stroked my pussy. I raised my tits and cunt up. Daddy slid his middle finger into my snatch and ran it in and out. "Ohh, you're making me so hot!" I gasped.
Daddy pulled his finger out and slipped it into my butthole, then back to my pussy. Back and forth he -rimmed his finger in my cunt and ass. I raised my pelvis. He clutched my ass and drove his penis in my nookie, then pulled it out, flipped me over and oozed his tool into my asshole. "Ohh," I moaned. I raised my ass and spread my legs as wide as I could. He dug his poker up my rectum all the way, burying every inch of it. Then he went down on his back with me on top of him, his rod fully up my anus. He clamped my legs and pulled them back. My cunt stuck up-wide open.
"Fill her pussy up, Paul," Daddy said. "She's ready for it."
Paul came down on me and stuffed my cunt.
"Oh, God!" I cried. "Oh, you're screwing me! Gonna give me the screwing of my life!"
They heaved their cocks in me, reaming me out. It was so fucking glorious. Two long turgid dicks grinding up my fuckholes at the same time. And only a thin membrane separated them.
"Oh, give it to me!" I cried. "Give me the fuck I've wanted! Ahh, screw me, hubby! Fuck me, Daddy! Screw your wife, screw your daughter! Oh, sweet motherfucking Jesus! Screw me forever-just like this. I don't want anything else in this world but this! My husband and my father fucking me at the same time, fucking my pussy and my ass!"
I jerked and lunged and writhed and yammered as they pumped the hell out of me. And when they squirted their loads they flooded my entire innards.
We took an extended break after that screw. We ate, then drank champagne and walked around naked. We lolled on the long wide sofa. I lay between Daddy and Paul and they stroked me and I stroked them.
"This is what it's all about," I crooned.
"I can't argue with that," Daddy said, a hand on my pussy.
"Nor can I," Paul said, a hand on my tit.
Sensual satisfaction. "I think that if everyone in the world would just share their bodies with two people, a lot of the problems in the world would disappear."
"At least for a while," Daddy smiled.
"Yeah," Paul laughed. "There would be p-i-e-c-e for at least ten or fifteen minutes."
"That's something," I said. "If for only ten or fifteen minutes a day everyone was intent on sharing their bodies-on making love-on giving and receiving pleasure-this would be a much happier world. Just imagine what the world would be like if for fifteen minutes every day everyone made love with two people."
"There'd be a lot of happy people for fifteen minutes," Paul said with a smile.
"That's what I mean," I said. "When people are happy they're not fighting or angry or sad. When they're making love they can only feel good. And when people feel good they don't want to cause problems."
"Makes sense to me," Paul said, kissing my breasts.
"Makes a lot of sense," Daddy said, kissing my pussy.
"If only more people would share their bodies," I said. "If only more people would make love like we are-" Daddy breathed hotly on my vulva and ran his tongue up and down my slit-"oh! ... like we are, this would be a much-ahh!-" Daddy sucked my clitoris-"ohh ... a much better, happier ... ooh! aah! ... happier world."
Now Daddy crawled on top of me and pushed his key into my lock. I groaned with pleasure and looked at Paul, whose eyes were aflame.
"Oh, Paul!" I gasped. "Daddy's fucking me ... He's stuffing his dick in my pussy ... now he's sucking my titties. Oh, honey, your wife's being fucked by her father! Ohh, hubby, another man's fucking your wife!"
Paul's face was a study in lust. His prick reared upward, hard and throbbing.
"Ooh, he's fucking me so good, Paul! Frigging his peter deep in my cunt! Oh, Paul, your wife's committing adultery! And incest! Oh, yes-sweet hot fucking incest!"
Daddy thumped his rod in me, gunning it up and down the length of my quiff. "Fuck! Screw!" I cried. "Screw, Daddy, screw! Pump me full of fuck!"
"Here's the fuck you want!" Daddy rasped, jacking it in me.
"Paul, another man's squirting cum in your wife's cunt!"
Daddy rolled off. Now Paul mounted me and rutted his cock up my pussy. "Oh, you sweet!" I moaned. "You sweet loving fucker! Oh, that's it! That's the way-pound it in me, ream me out! Hammer it to me! Your dick's never been so stiff! So hard! Oh, Paul, you've never screwed me so good! Oh, darling, ram it in me, pump me full of hot meat!"
Paul slammed his root up my cunt and ejaculated a great gob of semen. And he kept sliding it in me for a good minute after he'd unloaded. "Ooh, darling," I crooned, "that was good. So goddamned good."
We took another break, with Daddy pouring champagne. "What should we toast this time?" he said.
"Let's toast ecstasy," I said, "and lust and perversion, marriage, sharing our bodies and adultery and incest."
We drained our glasses and looked at each other. Then Daddy and Paul suddenly moved in unison, sandwiching me between them. Daddy hunched his cock on my vulva while Paul rubbed his against my ass.
I threw my head back and ground my pelvis up and around. Daddy sank his mouth down on my boobs and sucked them. A gush of love juice flowed down my vagina.
They lifted me slightly and I felt their glans nudging my asshole and cunt. Paul breathed hotly in my ear. "Ah, Fawn, we're gonna fill you with hot stuff."
They dipped their knees, then moved up, their cocks pushing upon my fuckholes, digging in and entering. Humid gushing waves flowed down my fuckholes. On and on they came, sliding and digging their thick moist organs up my sheaths. I almost swooned with the rapture of it. They were groaning, grunting, straining, their faces red and hot and puffed out. "Oh, God, yes!" I cried. "Fuck me, both of you! Give me your cocks up my pussy, up my ass!"
With a final surge they pushed themselves to the limits of my cunt and ass. They both lodged there for a moment, then they withdrew, leaving an aching void. Then they came plowing up again and a wave of pure ecstasy rushed up my belly and spine to my heart. Twin lances of fire roared up my anus and vagina, converted into a flaming ball and roared into my tits.
"Oh, yes!" I sighed. "Yes! Oh, sweet Christ-oh, sweet God in heaven-oh, sweet Lucifer! This is it, this is the fucking I've dreamed of!"
They were rimming their rods in me in a yoyo motion now. When Daddy drove his up my pussy, Paul pulled his down my rectum; when Paul pushed his up, Daddy came down. Their dicks were red-hot and their nuts bounced against my cunt and ass. "Oh, you're filling me up," I moaned. "You're fucking the piss out of me! I love it! I love it!"
Now Daddy and Paul were reaming their rods up me at the same time. They screwed me two strokes a second. They fucked me with strong thrusts. Each time they came grinding up, voluptuous wet flames swept through my twat. "Oh, you're giving it to me!" I gasped. "Giving me heaven on earth! Ah, giving your bodies to me, giving me ecstasy, giving me lust! Oh, God, giving me your glorious cocks! Giving me your heavenly fuck!"
"Oh, you Venus!" Daddy panted. "You gorgeous fucking Venus! Ah, you hot fucking goddess!"
They gunned their dicks in me, rapping their columns of red-hot flesh up and down my furrows.
"Cum in your ass!" Paul hissed. "Cum in your hot honey ass!" His jism erupted, flowing up my rectum in a searing flood. Then Daddy let loose, squirting his cream into my womb.
I panted and gasped as they slid their slick dicks in me, emitting the last few dregs of their sperm. "Oh, Daddy, oh, Paul," I moaned. "Oh, lovers of mine-ah, you're wonderful ... Oh, my dearest darling lovers! Dear Daddy ... Dear hubby.
They carried me to the sofa and we all plopped down, with me in the middle. We rested for a while, then we revived ourselves with some champagne.
"To my favorite goddess," Daddy toasted me. He kissed me on the lips. Then Paul gave me a long open-mouthed kiss. They stroked my breasts.
"If you weren't my daughter," Daddy said, "my own flesh and blood, and I wasn't rubbing your beautiful titties, I'd say you were too good to be true." He smiled. "But you're real. Are you ever real!" He ran his hands over my body. "Umm, perfect body. Perfect breasts, perfect belly, hips, legs, ass, pussy. All perfect. The face and body of a Venus."
"If you don't stop, you're going to spoil me," I said.
"No way," Daddy said. "You're too beautiful, outside and inside. It's impossible to spoil you."
"I bet you say that to all the girls."
"No," Daddy said. "Only one. You."
"Because it's true," Paul said.
They slid their dicks on my thighs and I gripped them. Then I slid down to the floor and got up on my knees, facing them. I fisted their rods, rubbing them up and down. I went down on Paul's, sliding my tongue and lips up and down and all around on it. I sucked on the head till his cock stiffened. Then I sucked Daddy's, then back to Paul's. Both tools were now rigid. I went down on Daddy, bobbing my head, giving him a good wet suck. Again I worked on them both, going back and forth, sucking up and down. Then I stayed with Daddy's rod. He clutched my head and drove his cock up my mouth.
"Suck it!" he rasped. "Suck your father's cock! Ah, yes! Swallow it! Swallow your father's sperm!"
He lurched and shot his load, his cream spurting out and hitting the back of my throat. I kept sucking in on him, draining all his spunk, slurping it down. Then I went to Paul. He got up on his knees and grasped my head and stuffed his cob in my mouth.
"Oh, blow it, baby!" he hissed. "Blow my dick with that hot wet mouth! Oh yeah! Ahh, I'm fucking your mouth! Your sweet cocksucking mouth!" Then he cried out and heaved his crotch forward. "Now! Oh, you hot fucking sucker!" He spewed his semen and I drank it down.
"Oh, God!" he moaned and fell back on the sofa.
I lay back down between them, tired-actually I was feeling a bit dizzy now, and drowsy....
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Paul woke me up the next morning by nuzzling my cheek and running his hand along my hip and belly.
"Umm," I hummed, reaching up and stroking his cheek. "Good morning, honey," I said, turning over.
He kissed me full on the lips and slid his hand down between my legs. "Good morning to you," he said. He mounted me and without further ado slid his cock into me.
"Ooh, my goodness!" I gasped. "You're stiff this morning! Oh, you're so hard, sweet hubby! Fuck me, honey. Dig it in deep. Hammer it to me. Oh, dear hubby-ahh! I'm almost cumming already!"
And in less that a minute I did, twisting my body up as he humped me, pumping wad after wad of jism up my cunt. "Oh, darling," I sighed, "ohh ... ahh. What a nice way to wake up in the morning."
He was still stretched out on top of me, his pecker still imbedded in me. "You're nice to wake up to," he said.
"So are you," I said, caressing his cheek. "Can you imagine always feeling like this-I mean, constantly? How good it would be to feel all the time like you do when you're making love or like you do just before or after you've made love."
"That would be ecstasy, I guess," Paul said.
"Yes. It would be heaven on earth. Constant anticipation, arousal, orgasm and afterglow. A world of fuck. Constant fuck."
"An awesome thought," Paul smiled.
"Maybe it's just a dream. It might not be possible to feel that way all the time, but I think it's very possible to come close. I know that I'm almost constantly aroused."
"Are you?" Paul asked.
"Yes."
"Umm," he purred, "that's nice to hear." He slowly moved his rod in my vagina.
"I'm almost constantly thinking about it," I said. "Anticipating it, wanting it, feeling it."
Paul's cock was growing. He began sliding it up my quiff.
"And I think it's possible to do a lot of things to keep that arousal and orgasm and afterglow going-to maintain it."
He slid his stiff dick up and down my sheath.
"We can share our bodies with other people," I continued. "Those we feel affection or desire for. We can respond to those who want us. Oh, Paul, we can lick and suck and fuck them. They can suck and fuck me!"
Paul rapped his dick in my quim.
"I wanna suck and lick them all! I wanna be sucked and licked and fucked every day and every night! Every fucking minute! I want sucking lips on my titties and pussy. I want big stiff cocks up my ass, in my mouth, my cunt-every day, every night-all the fucking timel"
Paul squirted his spunk deep in me.
"Ohh, I wanna feel like this all the time!"
"Oh, baby," Paul moaned, kissing my neck, my cheeks, my shoulders. "I'll do all I can to give you what you want, I'll do all I can. I want to make you happy, to make you feel good, satisfy you. What makes you happy makes me happy."
"Oh, honey," I said. "We can do it. We can live in a world of fuck." I rubbed his cheek with mine, stroked his shoulders and moved my pussy slowly up and down his prick. "We have friends, honey, friends who'll help us live in that world-ohh, that world of constant fuck!"
"Whatever makes you happy, honey," Paul said, "that's what I want."
"It'll make you happy and feel good too," I said. "Just wait and see."
Even though it was Saturday, Paul got up to get ready to go to work. He always had to "report" at the main office the day after he returned from his sales trips.
"Don't they know that its Saturday?" I asked.
"I doubt it," Paul said, smiling. "Company policies observe no distinctions in the days of the week. Just be thankful it's not Sunday."
"I'll be thankful when you no longer have to go on trips at all."
"I know," Paul said. "So will I. Oh well, one of these days."
The phone rang. It was Sandy.
"Hey, sugar babe, what's cookin'?" she came on with a McCoy accent.
"Oh, just some hog jowls and chittlins and hominy grits, honey pot," I said.
"Sounds finger-licking good, sweet thang," she laughed.
"Good to the last drop."
"I'll lick to that. Is that good-looking husband of yours around the old homestead yet?"
"Why, he shore is, sugar dumplin'. He got in last night."
"I bet he did," Sandy laughed. "I bet he got in four or five times."
"I lost count."
"Well, what you all gonna do tonight?" she asked.
"Oh, probably just stay around the old homestead and ride a few studs."
"Sounds plumb excitin', honey. Why don't you all come over here tonight and we'll really ride some studs."
"Just a sec," I said. "Honey, would you like to go over to Sandy and Burt's tonight?"
"Sure."
"Sandy? Yeah, that'll be fine. About eight? Okay."
I gave the phone to Paul. "Sandy wants to speak to you."
Paul spoke with her for a few minutes, then hung up. He smiled and wagged his head. "Sandy," he murmured. "That's the first time a woman's ever breathed heavily and talked dirty to me over the phone.
"She's got the hots for you."
"Is that what it's called?"
"And you've got the hots for her."
Paul looked at me and smiled. "Well, I don't know if I would call it the hots. Let's just say I feel a little brotherly affection toward her."
"Oh, come on," I laughed. "Admit it. You can't wait to get into her panties."
"Well...."
"Or should I say, get her out of her panties? Now, I don't mind. Believe me I don't. As a matter-of-fact I'll help you."
"You'll help me?" Paul asked.
"Yes-to get her out of her panties."
"I'll keep that in mind...."
Paul and I arrived at Sandy and Burt's about eight that evening.
"Welcome to Bacchus House," Sandy said, handing both of us a glass of wine. She was wearing a red leather vest, unbuttoned, and a very brief red leather skirt. With her flowing red hair, emerald eyes, tawny skin and painted red lips she looked like a bacchanalian priestess.
"Where's Zita?" I asked.
"She's visiting relatives," Sandy said. "Visiting her other uncle. Burt's about to go crazy," she laughed. "He's been suffering from aconstant state of incestuous deprivation all day. I pity poor Zita when she does show. Burt'll wear her out."
"You better believe it," Burt said.
"Burt's been testy all day," Sandy said. "Maybe now that you're here you can smooth his feathers."
"Hey, Paul," Burt said, "do you know anything about VCR's?"
"A little," Paul said.
"Mine's screwed up," Burt said. "Some of the tapes I put in it don't show up on the screen. Can't figure it out. Let me show you."
Paul and Burt went into the rumpus room.
"Come into the kitchen, Fawn," Sandy said. "I'm putting the finishing touches on our feast."
Sandy had a spread on the table, everything from grapes to ham to oysters to cheese to olives.
"My God!" I exclaimed. "There's enough food to feed an army."
"The way I feel tonight I could feed an army," Sandy smiled mischievously. "Or rather, an army could feed me. No, it's just a proven fact that if you're going to participate in any sustained physical exertion you need to periodically eat and drink something."
"Sustained physical exertion?" I laughed.
"Oh well, an orgy, then."
I looked at Sandy's vest and skirt. "I love your vest. You look like a real pagan."
"I feel like one," she said. She pulled and held her vest open. "Do you really like it?"
I looked at her high-riding breasts. I reached out and laid my fingers on one of them and'brushed the nipple.
"Umm," Sandy purred.
I kissed her breasts and flicked her nipples with my tongue. She caressed my cheek. "You're hot tonight, aren't you. Don't worry, hon, you're gonna get all the loving you want." She nuzzled my neck and stroked my tits. "Umm-your breasts are really hot." She ran her hand between my legs and palmed my vulva. "Ah, your little cunny is red-hot!"
"Oh, Sandy," I breathed huskily. I spread my legs and grasped her shoulders. She wrapped an arm around my waist and held me close and rubbed my pussy up and down.
"Oh, Sandy!" I panted. "Don't stop-Oh, God-I'm gonna go off! Now! Oh, yes!" I writhed my pelvis up against her hand. She kept rubbing my labes as I hunched in the throes of climax.' 'Oh, Sandy," I moaned.
"Ah, you're really ready for it tonight, aren't you," she cooed. "Well, so am I.I can't wait to get it on with Paul. Come on, let's go in."
We went to the living room. Burt and Paul came out of the rumpus room.
"Oh well, it lasted for three years, anyway," Burt said. "That's pretty good, considering, I guess." He looked at us. "Well, kiddos, no movie tonight. The VCR's kaput. Too bad. I had a real scorcher to show too. 'AC/DC Wives,' starring Brigit Astar and Bunny Fulks."
"Well, Sandy said, "I guess we'll just have to provide our own entertainment. Who're Brigit Astar and Bunny Fulks, anyway?"
"They just happen to be the two hottest women porn stars in the industry," Burt said. 'AC/DC Wives' is their debut together."
"AC/DC Wives," Sandy said. "Hmm, tell you what. How would you boys like to see a live show starring Sandy Sharp and Fawn Wilcox?"
"Sure," they answered.
"Okay, you guys stay right there. Fawn and I are gonna go into the 'theater' and we'll call you in when we're ready. No peeking. Don't come in till I call for you. And when you do come in, no touching the performers until the performance is over."
Sandy and I went into the bedroom. "I don't know what you have in mind," I said, laughing.
"Just follow my lead and wing it," Sandy said. "Now, here's what we'll do...."
"Okay, boys," Sandy called out, "you can come in now."
Burt and Paul entered and looked at Sandy and me.
"Tonight, for your perverse enjoyment," she said to them, "two of the hottest wives in the industry will perform a skit entitled "Fawn In The Movies." The part of the innocent young aspiring starlet will be played by Fawn Wilcox, and the part of the worldly lustful talent scout and casting director by Sandy Sharp. Lights, camera, action." Sandy turned to me.
"There is a part still open for our film, Ms. Wilcox, that you might be able to fill."
"Really?! Oh, Ms. Sharp, I'd do anything to get a part in the film."
"Yes, well, we'll see. Have you ever modeled or posed or acted in the nude?"
"No, I haven't."
"Well, the part that's open requires some partial nudity."
"Partial nudity?"
"Yes. A couple of frontal breast shots."
"Gee, I don't know about that. I'd be awfully nervous about showing my breasts."
"Let's see how they look. We'll just unbutton your blouse, here and see ... Oh, you have beautiful breasts. No problem at all. Tell you what. We'll run through the two scenes. Now, in the first scene, you're undressing and you open your blouse. That's the first breast shot. Then the woman vampire comes up behind you-like this. Okay, the second shot will show you lying on the bed-yes, get down on the bed. Okay. And the vampire comes up and lies on top of you-like this-and goes down on your neck-like this-and sucks your blood. Those are the two shots. What do you think?"
"I guess so ... but I'd be so nervous."
"Oh, don't worry about being nervous. We'll rehearse the scenes. Believe me, we'll rehearse them a lot ... Your breasts are really beautiful. Umm, they're suckable."
"What-what are you doing? Ms. Sharp!"
"I'm gonna love your body. They taste so good!"
"Oh, Ms. Sharp, what are you doing? You're a woman!"
"So are you, Ms. Wilcox."
"But it's wrong! It's perverted!"
"Yes, that makes it twice as sweet!"
"Oh, God ... but I'm married!"
"So am I, Ms. Wilcox. What's that going to do with being in the movies? Or with me sucking your titties?"
"But I've never been unfaithful to my husband!"
"There's always a first time."
"It's so perverted!"
"Ah, yes! And it feels so good!"
"What are you doing! You're ... oh, no-no! You're not going to lick me? Oh, not down there!"
"Ah, you've got a sweet lovely cunny! Ummm umh!"
"Oh, no! Don't lick me there! Oh, it's wrong! Oh, God, it's so perverted! Oh, a woman licking me! Oh, it's so hot and wet! Oh, Christ-what would my husband say? Oh, God-I don't care what he says! Ohh, it feels too good! Ohh, lick me! Oh, Ms. Sharp-I love it!"
"You've got the part, honey. You'll be playing the scene with me. I play the part of the vampire."
"Ohh, suck me!"
Sandy crawled up beside me.
"Well, that's the end of the performance," she said to Burt and Paul.
They stood there, their cocks straining forward in their pants. We raised our legs and bent them back. "Come and get it, boys," Sandy said.
Burt and Paul rushed forward, tearing at their clothes. Burt mounted me and stuffed his turgid prick in my cunt. He rasped as he drove his swollen penis into me. I saw Paul's dick sink into Sandy's pussy.
Burt plowed it in me, heaving his hard peter up to my depths. "Fuck!" he growled. "Fuck your hot pussy!"
Sandy writhed her body up to meet Paul's lunges. "Umm-ahh," she crooned. "Oh, give it to me, baby! Faster-ooh, harder, baby, harder! Oh, ram it in your sister's cunt! Good and hard!"
Paul thumped it to her, fucking her with hard thrusts. Paul cried, "You sweet fucking pussy! Oh, sis! Oh, yeah!"
Burt pumped it in me two miles a minute. Sandy suddenly gave out a harsh cry, jerked her body, then lunged up, panting and gasping. "Now!" she cried. "Fuck it to me! Fuck a hard hot fuck in me! Screw a cum in me! Squirt it, Paul-squirt me full of fuck! Oh Christ-I'm cumming! Squirt your cum in your sister's cunt!"
"Goddamn, I'm gonna shoot it!" Burt roared. "Ohh, Fawn, you pussy baby! Cum with me!"
"Oh, yes!" I gasped. "Oh, yes, I'm gonna cum with you! Oh, Burt, cram it in me-cram your cream deep in me!"
I arched my back and heaved my ass up and a shattering orgasm exploded within me just as Burt began humping his spunk in me. I clamped my cunt muscles around his spurting dick, drawing his sperm up in my gut.
All of us lay there, gasping, panting, overcome by the exertion of our tremendous fuck. When we finally stirred, Burt said, "Boy, that was some show you put on."
"Yeah," Burt said, fondling me, "it's watching two beautiful young women lick and suck each other and knowing they love it. And they know they're being watched! It's plumb wicked."
"Are they trying to tell us that it turns them on to watch us love each other's bodies?" Sandy said to me.
"I think so," I said.
"Well, in that case," Sandy said, climbing on top of me. Paul clambered over and pulled at Sandy's hips, pulling her up on her knees. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and pushed his rod into her pussy. Sandy went down on me, lapping my vulva as Paul pricked her from behind. Burt knelt beside my head and guided his pole to my mouth. I opened up and took him in.
"Ah, that's it!" Burt groaned. "Ah, suck it, baby! Suck my dick! Goddamn!" He called to Paul, "Yeah-fuck my wife, Paul! Screw my wife while yours sucks my dick! Goddamn, it don't get any better than this!"
I sucked on Burt's cock, holding the base of it. His root was too long and thick to take it all in, but he gunned at least two-thirds of it down my mouth. "Ah, dick your mouth, baby!" he rasped.
His cob was hot and rigid but velvety smooth and moist. I cupped his testicles as I blew him. His nut sac was hot and heavy and full. I braced myself. I knew that when he came he would squirt a tremendous amount of juice in my mouth.
Sandy's mouth was driving me crazy. She darted her tongue in and out of my slit as she sucked and pulled on my clitoris with her lips. The simultaneous motion and feeling of Burt's pecker jamming my mouth and Sandy's tongue and lips licking and sucking my cunt sent icy flames shooting down my throat and up my quim to converge in the pit of my belly.
From where I lay I saw Paul kneeling behind Sandy, humping his peter up her pussy. His head was thrown back and his face was contorted with lust. He gave out a rasping cry and plunged his prick way up her quiff.
I felt Burt's rod swell and jerk and he jacked it up, sliding it in my mouth in fast hunches. He suddenly clutched my head and shot his spunk. It filled my mouth and I began swallowing it as fast as I could. I caressed his balls and the base of his staff as his torrid cream gushed down my throat. "Oh, goddamn!" he gasped. I milked him dry, then he fell down beside me. "Oh, Sandy, sis-here it is!" Paul cried. "Ahh, I'm gonna give you all I got! All the way! Oh, sis, all the goddamn frigging way!"
Paul let Sandy have it, strumming his club fast and hard up her sheath, then giving a mighty heave. "Oh, sis! Oh, sis! Oh, sis!" he cried.
We took an extended break, refreshing ourselves with food and wine, and sat naked in a circle in the living room.
"I wonder who it was that thought up the idea of group fucking," Burt said.
"Probably the same person who thought up the idea of adultery and incest," I said.
"Whoever it was, was a genius," Burt said.
"You can say that again," Paul said.
"I'd say he or she didn't think it up," Sandy said. "I'd say it just came naturally. I'd say that group fucking was the norm until monogamy came along."
"Yeah," I said. "In the beginning was Fuck-and the group was with Fuck-and the group was Fuck."
"Yeah," Sandy laughed, "something like that. All I know is, there's nothing else like group fucking, where everyone in the group is totally uninhibited and lustful."
"What makes it even better," I said, "is where there're people in the group that are married."
"And kin," Sandy said, reaching out and fondling Paul's penis. She got on her knees and took his cock in her mouth. He touched her cheeks, got up on his knees and began hunching her face.
I raced over, got on my knees behind Sandy and slid my tongue into her slit. I tasted and licked the remains of Paul's semen in her pussy. The mixture of his sperm and her fuck-juice was tangy, musky, delicious. I lapped and sucked it all up.
I felt the tip of Burt's cob upon my cunt. I reached around and grabbed his peter. It was stiff. He pushed it in me and jolts of ecstatic flame rushed up my quiff. A wave of humid juice flowed down my vagina.
He slid his hard prick up me in one smooth slide. He was in to the hilt. He began dicking it to me in strong strokes. I humped my ass back to meet his oncoming thrusts. He grabbed my tits and squeezed them hard.
"Yeah!" he rasped. "We're fucking now! Stuffing every inch of it in that slick cunt! Reaming you out, baby! Pumping it in you!" He pulled and squeezed my titties and heaved his rapier deep in my quim.
"Oh, God, oh, sis!" Paul cried. "Suck me! Suck your brother's dick! Ohh, I love your mouth! Yeah, your beautiful sucking mouth!"
"Fuck her mouth, Paul!" Burt called out. "Ball my wife's mouth! Yeah, and I'll ball your wife! Yeah, we'll screw 'em both!"
Burt gunned his pecker up to my very marrow, then gave me a dozen fast jabs with his poker. He cried out and his spunk gushed forth, a mighty stream of juice that washed up my gut. He pulled back, then slammed it in again, gave me a half-dozen raps and spurted another stream of sperm in me. Then a final chug of his cock and a final squirt.
"Ahh," he moaned, and sank down on my back.
"Swallow it!" Paul shouted. "Oh sis! Swallow every bit of it! Yeah, swallow your brother's cum!" He humped his crotch up against Sandy's face. She clutched his buttocks, pulling him forward onto her mouth. Her cheeks bulged out as she sucked in his jism. Her throat worked up and down as she swallowed.
"Oh, God!" Paul gasped as he let her go. He sank to the floor.
We broke for some more refreshments, then we lolled on the floor. I lay on my side with Burt stretched out behind me. Sandy did the same with Paul behind her. Sandy and I almost reached out and caressed each other's breasts. I said "almost" because, after all, we were tired.
"This is the life," Burt said about ten minutes later, rubbing my rump.
I reached and stroked his cheek. He nuzzled my neck.
"We should have been doing this a long time ago," Paul said to me.
"I know," I replied. "We've got a lot to catch up on. I'm sure Sandy and Burt will help." I nuzzled Burt's cheek.
"I think we can manage that," Burt said, fingering my cunt.
"I know we can," Sandy said, reaching behind her and running her hand on Paul's cock.
I felt Burt's rod growing. He began rubbing it on my ass. I moved my ass around a bit.
"You know what I wanna do now, don't you," Burt said.
"I can make a good guess," I crooned.
"Yeah," Burt rasped, "you know what I want. I want a piece of that hot ass." He pulled me up on my knees. He stuck his middle finger in my pussy slit and rubbed his dick on my asshole.
"Ah, yes," I cried. "Oh, Burt, you're gonna slide that big slick dick in my ass-ahh, you're gonna fill my ass up with hot stuff!"
"Damn right, baby," he hissed. He nudged his tool in my rosebud.
"Unnh!" Burt groaned as he dug his meat up my rectum. "Ah, give me your ass, baby! Give me a piece of that tight ass!"
I cooed and purred. Paul suddenly pulled Sandy up on her knees and pushed his root up her ass.
Sandy and I remained side-by-side, on our hands and knees, as Paul and Burt reamed our asses. "Fuck!" Sandy cried. "Fuck forever!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
I got up bright and early the next morning and was in the kitchen preparing breakfast when Paul entered.
"Good morning, honey," I said. He embraced me. "Happy first anniversary."
"Happy anniversary to you too. One year today."
"I love you, honey," he said, nuzzling my neck. "Oh, Paul, I love you. I'm happy, so happy."
"So am I."
"I'll have breakfast done soon."
"I've got all the breakfast I want right here," Paul crooned. He went for my breasts and licked my nipples.
"Ooh," I purred, "that feels good." His flicking tongue sent shivers down my body. He ran his hands under my robe and stroked my buns. He took his penis out, wrapped his arms around my bottom, lifted me up slightly and moved his prick toward my cunt.
"Oh, Paul," I moaned. "Oh, you're going to-oh!" The glans of his cock nudged and entered my slit. "Oh, Paul!" I locked my legs around his waist. "You're stiff as a board!"
He moved me against the kitchen counter and slid his root into me in one long thrust. "Oh, hon!" I gasped.
He jazzed me with rapid raps. He sucked on my tits as he pumped up my pussy. Bolts of fire roared in me. A molten wave swelled. "Oh, sweet Satan-here it is!" I cried. "Here it cums!"
Paul's sperm erupted deep in my puss, sending me over the edge. I thrashed and writhed as I climaxed.
"Oh, hubby," I moaned, "that was good ... so good. Each time you fuck me it gets better and better."
He nuzzled my cheek and neck, his pecker still imbedded in me. I kept my legs wrapped around his waist. I moved my ass around, slowly twirling my vagina around his penis in an afterscrew, which I couldn't get enough of.
"Ah, you're good and stiff this morning," I said.
"I keep thinking of last night," he said. "Seeing Burt screw you, seeing Sandy on top of you, it just really gets to me."
"It turns you on to watch other people make it with me, doesn't it," I said, nuzzling his cheek and moving my cunt around him.
"Yes, it does," he said, kissing and licking my neck.
"Watching Burt and Daddy screw me, sliding their dicks in me!"
"Yes," he breathed hotly, running his tongue over my neck and shoulders.
"What if I told you they're not the only ones who have fucked me."
His hot lips were all over my shoulders, my neck, my face. I felt his prick stirring. I knew he was being turned on.
"Would you like me to tell you about the other men who have screwed me?"
"Yes," he hissed. "Tell me."
"The insurance man balled me here one day. And the plumber. Ah, he screwed me right there on the kitchen floor. He got on top of me and stuffed his big stiff cock in me. He screwed me good." I moved slowly up and down on Paul's pecker. It was growing hard. He was panting hotly in my ear.
"Tell me more," he said urgently.
"Roddy at the bookstore's fucked me. And so did Rusty. Rusty's a nice-looking black guy. He fucked my cunt and my ass. And I sucked his dick. He squirted his cum in my mouth and I swallowed it."
Paul's rod ballooned.
"You sucked his dick!" he rasped out.
"Yes, he frigged my mouth, Paul. He screwed my mouth, my pussy, my ass."
Paul's turgid root slid up my cunt. I squeezed it tightly. "I think I'm gonna invite Rusty here, hubby. I'll suck his big cock while you're fucking me. I could really get off on that."
"Yes," Paul gasped.
"Oh, honey," I cooed, "there's so much we can do ... Ah, there're so many we can share our bodies with ... There's no limit ... There're so many who will fuck and lick and suck with us ... So many who'll give us ecstasy, who'll help us live in a world of fuck."
He strummed his swollen tool up and down me.
"Cum with me, honey, cum with me into that world-that world of constant fuck."
"Yes!" he panted. "Yes!"
"Ohh, cum with me, hubby ... We'll lick and suck and screw so much! And you'll screw so many, and so many will fuck me!"
Paul pumped his cock in me, gasping and panting.
"Oh, hon, oh, sweet hubby, you'll watch, you'll see men frigging me-screwing my pussy, my ass, my mouth, ohh-and women rubbing me, licking me, eating me! And I'll watch you. I'll see you frigging women in their cunts, their asses, their mouths ... Ahh-we'll fuck each other too! So much!"
"Yes! Yes!" Paul gasped as he thrashed his rod up my cunt and spewed a great streamer of sperm deep in me. "Oh, baby, I love you!" he moaned.
"Oh, hon," I purred, "this is only the beginning ... This anniversary is starting out well...."
"What would you like to do?" Paul asked. "Would you like to go out tonight?"
"Maybe this afternoon," I said. "I'd like to stay in tonight. Have a little celebration, a little get-together. We could invite Sandy and Burt and Zita over ... and Daddy. Just the six of us."
"Sounds good," Paul said.
"Yes. Three men and three women. We could have a real orgy," I smiled.
"I'm game," Paul said....
I prepared myself for the orgy I knew was coming. I dispensed with panties or a bra. I slipped on a micro-minidress. It was thin silk, very tight, strapless, with a low neck that showed off most of my breasts. It was sheer black.
Paul's eyes bugged out when he saw me. "Wow!" he exclaimed. "Honey, I'll tell you-if you so much as move you'll pop out of that dress."
"That's the idea," I laughed. "You know I'm going to move."
"You're gonna be the belle of the ball."
"No," I said, "I'm gonna be the ball of the ball...."
It didn't take long after Burt, Sandy, Zita and Daddy arrived for us to get it on. Sandy looked at all of us and said, "Well, we all know why we're here. I don't think there's any reason to delay this any further." And with that she took off her clothes. The rest of us quickly stripped.
Burt came rushing over to me. He grabbed me by the waist and hunched his penis on my vulva. "I'm gonna drill your pussy good," he rasped. He clutched my buttocks and mouthed my boobs.
Sandy was on her knees in front of Daddy, sucking his cock. Paul had Zita down on the floor, his face buried between her legs.
Burt pulled me down to the floor, mounted me and slid his rod in my slit. "Oh yeah!" he hissed. "Gonna ream you out! Gonna screw your pussy good!"
I raised my legs and brought my ass up and moaned as he stuffed it in me. "Oh, your cock's so stiff, so goddamned good and hard! Oh, God-oh, Burt! Ah, I love your peter!"
I saw Daddy climb on Sandy and drive his prick into her. She bent her legs back and clutched him around his neck. "Ah, give it to me, Big Daddy!" she chirped. "Ah, you've got what I want-a long thick hard cock!"
Zita was crooning away as Paul strummed his root up her vagina. Groans and gasps and panting, the sound of bodies upon bodies, filled the room.
"Fuck!" I cried out. "Everybody fuck! Everybody in the whole world fuck!"
"Oh, Christ, I'm cumming already!" Sandy cried.
"Oh, God-screw me!" Zita wailed. "Ram it in me, baby! Do me-take me!"
Burt gave out a great hiss and poured his load in me, squirting a tremendous amount of spunk.
"Cumming in you!" Daddy roared. "Cumming in your hot frigging cunt!"
"Squirt it, Big Daddy!" Sandy cried. "Squirt me full of it!"
"Now! Now!" Paul cried hoarsely as he spurted his jism in Zita's quiff.
"Oh, motherfucker, I'm yours!" Zita wailed. "My pussy's yours!"
We all lolled around on the floor.
"This has certainly gotten off to a good start," I said.
"I always say, if you're gonna have an orgy have an orgy," Sandy said. "No use in hem-hawing around."
"I can't think of a better way to celebrate an anniversary," Paul said to me.
"Neither can I," I agreed.
"Yeah," Sandy said, "with good old-fashioned sucking and screwing."
"If we had seven more people here," Zita said, "we'd have a coven; we'd have thirteen."
"You don't need thirteen people to have a coven," Daddy said.
"You don't?" Zita asked.
"No, any number will do."
"I thought a coven consisted of thirteen."
"Maybe of witches," Daddy said. "But the word 'coven' means 'a coming together of a band.' No number specified. This is a coven, because we are a band, and we're certainly coming together."
"You can say that again," Sandy laughed.
"I have to say that this is a new one on me," Daddy said. "I've never attended a wedding anniversary where all the people got together like this."
"Yeah, it's really wicked," Sandy said, giving me a conspiratorial smile. "Only a really wicked person would think of celebrating a wedding anniversary with an orgy."
"A first wedding anniversary too," Burt said.
"Yeah," Sandy said. "It's perverse. And what makes it even better is that today is Sunday. Having an orgy on Sunday. Think of all the taboos we're breaking, and all the 'sins' we're committing. It's enough to almost make me cum just thinking about it."
"Keep thinking," Daddy said. "I will," Sandy purred.
"God, I'm so hot," Zita suddenly said. She rolled over and began kissing and licking my tits.
I looked down at Zita. Her dusky skin, her thick black hair and her red lips sucking on my teats suddenly made her irresistible to me. I ran my hands through her hair. "Oh, you're beautiful," I sighed. "Ahh, love me, Zita, love me with those sweet red lips."
Sandy suddenly came down on my breasts too. She and Zita licked and sucked me. "Ahh, lick me! Suck me!" I cried. I felt a hot wet mouth on my vulva. Then I felt a tongue snake along between my buttocks. I looked down and saw Paul licking my pussy slit as Burt slid his tongue in my asshole.
"Ohh! Oh, hot motherfuck!" I cried out. "Your tongues! Oh, slide them in me! Lick, suck, eat me! Suck me to heaven-suck me to hell! Slide a hot burning tongue in me! Fuck me! Fuck me with a devil's tongue! Long and thick and burning and rough!"
Daddy held my head and brought his penis down to my mouth. "Oh, yes, Daddy, I'll suck you! I'll suck your devil's cock!" I opened my mouth wide and he slid it in. I sucked him furiously, bobbing my head up and down on his dick. He clasped my head and humped my mouth.
"Ah, suck your father's prick!" he gasped. "Oh, you hot insatiable goddess! Suck!"
He suddenly pulled his rod out and grabbed Zita from behind and drove his pecker up her cunt. She reared up and gasped. "Ah, yes! Ohh, all the way! Drive it up me! Oh, sonofabitching motherfucking-fill my pussy up!"
Paul clutched Sandy's head and rubbed his cob on her face. She opened her mouth and took in his cock. I reached out and clasped Sandy's legs and hips, pulling her to me. She knew what I wanted. She straddled my head and lowered her vulva onto my face. I lapped her beautiful pussy.
I felt hands on my ass. Then I felt a cock graze my asshole. It was Burt. And when his hard peter entered my moist anus I thought I'd die with the rapture of it. Stabbing volts of sensuous pleasure jabbed up my rectum. I clutched Sandy's hips and dug my tongue into her humid musky cunt. She rode my face, rocking back an forth on my mouth. I flicked my tongue on her clit, and lapped up her flowing pussy juice.
"Oh shucks!" Zita cried. "Screw, baby, screw! Screw the damn piss out of me! Rap it in me, baby! Oh, I want your cock every day! Damn-I wanna be screwed like this every day! Oh, I can't get enough of it!"
Burt reamed his cock up and down my ass, digging his poker in to the hilt, pulling it out to the glans, then grinding it all the way in again. My whole body was on fire. Flames of carnal sensuousness roared through me.
Burt groaned. "Oh, yeah, reaming your ass! Humping it up that tight ass! Screwing the shit out of you, baby! Damn, your ass was made to fuck!"
Paul moaned. "Ah, in your mouth, sis! Oh, shit, yes-in your cocksucking mouth! Ohh, you sweet glorious cocksucker! I'm shooting-now-Now! Suck! Swallow it, fuck your mouth, swallow it all!"
"Ah, you princess!" Daddy called out. "You sweet frigging princess! Here's my cum! Deep in your cunt!"
"Fill me up!" Zita cried. "Fill my cunt up!" Oh, God, anytime you want to fill up a pussy you can screw me!"
Burt gunned his cob up and down my ass, then let loose with a torrid spurt of spunk deep in my ass.
A chorus of loud grunts, groans, pants and coos filled the air. We all relaxed for awhile, gasping for breath, sweating, breathing the hot, smelly air.
"I didn't know screwing could be so good," Zita said. "Screwing one-on-one is great, but it's ten times better in a group."
"Yeah," Paul said. "There's just something about screwing someone and watching and seeing and being with others while they're screwing too, that's just-well, there's nothing else like it."
"Communal fucking," Daddy said.
"Yes," I said. "Total fucking equality between the sexes, regardless of marriage or kinship. You men share your cocks and balls and mouths with us, and we women share our cunts, asses, mouths and titties with you."
"And the women share their bodies with each other too," Sandy said, smiling at me.
"Maybe we're on to something," Zita said. "Who knows? Maybe this idea will spread."
"It already has," Daddy chuckled. "It's as old as the human race. Orgies have been here from the time people started fucking. But, except for a few glorious times in history, they have had to be underground."
"Maybe someday they'll be aboveground," Zita laughed.
"I don't know about that," Daddy said, "but they'll always be here. Orgies will exist as long as humans fuck."
"Well, then, long live fucking," Sandy laughed.
"Long live group-fucking marriage," I said. I reached over and rubbed Daddy's cock. I jacked it, and in a few seconds it stood upright. Daddy pulled me to him, clutched my tits and ran his peter between my mounds. He kneaded and squeezed my titties, pushing them around his rigid rod. I mouthed his cockhead, twirling my tongue around it, running the tip of my tongue along his piss slit. I slid up Daddy's body and laid atop him. "Fuck your daughter, Daddy. Yes, give me those eight inches-stuff eight inches deep in your daughter's pussy!"
"Here it is, honey!" he called out. "Here's every inch of it in you! Here's your father's dick screwing you, frigging your hungry cunt!"
Zita began crooning and purring. Sandy nuzzled her and ran her hands over Zita's breasts and between her legs. She crawled on top of Zita. "Ohh, Sandy!" Zita breathed. "Ohh! Ahh!" She wrapped her arms and legs around Sandy and they began hunching each other.
Paul grabbed me from behind, wrapped his arms around my waist and pushed his cob up my ass.
"Ah, both of you!" I cried, Oh, dear Daddy, oh, dear hubby, yes! Screw me-screw your daughter and your wife!"
Burt clasped my head and guided his peter to my mouth. I opened up and took it in. I was being fucked three ways at the same time!
Burt grabbed my titties and rubbed and squeezed them as he ran his staff in and out of my mouth. "Suck it, Fawn!" he rasped. "Suck my dick good!"
I loved sucking Burt's peter. It was so velvety smooth and yet rigid, so hot and moist.
"Oh, suck his cock, honey!" Paul called out. "Suck another man's prick, while I screw your ass!"
Daddy and Paul chugged their rods up and down my cunt and anus. Never, never had I been fucked so fully, so totally, so overwhelmingly. All three of them drove their dicks in me fast and strong. I clutched Burt's buttocks and zipped my mouth up and down on his root; at the same time I rode up and down on Daddy and Paul's cocks.
"Suck-suck-suck!" Burt cried. Then his tool spat out a big gob of semen and I sucked it in, swallowing it whole. He groaned and hunched my face, driving his penis in, screwing my mouth, smacking his balls against my chin, squirting cum down my throat.
Daddy lunged up and shot a long stream of semen in me-then Paul let loose, spurting wad after wad of jism up my ass. I gloried in their thick fiery sperm flowing down my throat, gushing up my rectum and quim, flooding my innards in a humid sticky glow. I fell atop Daddy, his and Paul's pricks still wedged in me.
"Oh, Sandy-lover-sweetheart-baby!" I heard Zita cry out. Sandy and Zita were still pressing their bodies together, their hands between each other's legs, rubbing each other hard.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The next day Paul gave me the bad news. He was going on another sales trip. "I didn't want to tell you yesterday," he said as he packed. "Didn't want to bring anything up to spoil our anniversary."
"My God, Paul. You just got back Friday. You haven't even been here three days. What'd they do, tell you right when you got back that you were going on another trip?"
"Just about," he said. "I was told Saturday, the day after I got back."
I was upset. I moped around for a while, then I suddenly decided to hell with it. I'd go out. Go shopping. I drove into town and went to Sanders Department Store. I wandered around on the first floor for a bit, then decided to go up to the top floor where the lingerie department was. I got on the elevator and started the rather slow trip to the top floor. The elevator stopped at every floor and people got on and off. And just as it reached the top floor the lights went out.
"Oh, no," someone groaned.
"Aye, not to worry," someone else said. "This happens occasionally. It's a partial power failure. There's an overload somewhere. Nothing really serious. The lights will be out for five or ten minutes."
"Can't we get out?"
"Not till the lights come back on. When the power comes back on the doors will open. I've been through this before, more than once."
I felt a hand touch me and sweep down to my ramp. I looked around but couldn't see anyone. It was too dark to see. He slid a hand from my butt to between my legs-and, oh, the tingling feeling when he ran his hand over my pussy! I moved my legs apart to give him more access to my cunt. He slipped a finger into my slit and I almost gasped aloud. Then I closed my mouth. There were other people there-very close. This would have to be silent. I felt his prick press against my ass. He began humping me, then he slid his finger in my pussy and began finger-fucking me. He slid my skirt up and slid my panties down and moved his legs between mine. Then I felt his throbbing pecker nudge my cunthole. He wrapped his arms around my waist and entered me. I wanted to cry out with pleasure but I kept my mouth shut. He ground his rod up, then he began strumming it in me, hitting me with solid strokes. God, he was screwing me so good! A total stranger was fucking me from behind. In the dark. In silence. It was a totally new experience for me. And I ate it up. Oh, I'm gonna experience it all! I thought. Yes, all! Everything sexual! Everything! This is part of it. Part of that world of fuck. I'm gonna feel it all!
He kept pumping his root in me. My pussy juice flowed down in a wave of searing wetness. Oh, he was fucking the fire out of me! He was pounding it in me with full heaves of his cock. He drove it deep in my quiff and I felt that first wonderful heavenly spurt of hot sperm-no other feeling like it on Satan's red earth-spewing up to the core of my pussy, bathing my gut with humid thick cream. He pumped a lot of good hot spunk up my cunt....
Strangers....
Later that afternoon a station wagon pulled into the drive. A young woman got out and, carrying a small black case and a large black purse, came to the door.
"Hello, I'm Leslie Dyon," she smiled. "I represent Nova Cosmetics and I'd like to talk to you about our products."
She had lustrous black hair, boyishly cut. When she smiled her dark eyes sparkled. Her skin was milky. She was quite attractive. I asked her to come in.
"This is almost a futile thing, I guess," she smiled as she entered. "I mean, you don't need cosmetics. You're quite lovely just as you are." Her gaze swept over my body, coming to rest on my breasts. "But I don't just carry powders or lotions. I have a goodly variety of scents."
She held up a small square bottle, opened it and ran it under my nose.
"Umm, that's nice," I said.
"Evening in Babylon," she said huskily, smiling mischievously. "A rather daring name, but it's a daring scent. If you wear it, I'm not responsible for what might happen." She chuckled throatily.
"Now, this is something you might really like," she said, opening a tiny round bottle. "It's called 'All Night.'" She waved it under my nose.
"Oh, that's nice," I said. "It's like-I don't know."
"Umm," she smiled. "I know." She dabbed a bit of the perfume under my ears. "This is a really fine scent. It's light but very alluring." She looked at my face as though studying it, then her gaze raked my body. "It might sound strange," she said, "but scents are really individual. I mean, certain scents go only with certain shapes, certain formations of the face-and the body. 'All Night' is a scent for the neck. Now, this," she brought out a small diamond-shaped cut-glass bottle, "is for the bust. Here-" she dabbed a finger on the top of one of my mounds--"and here," she said, dabbing the other. She kept dabbing with her finger: between my breasts, on my nipples, letting her finger rest on a teat. A warm glow filled my belly.
"What's the name of that scent?" I asked.
She ran her finger around my nipple, rolling it.
Now the tips of her other fingers touched my breast.
"Isle of Sappho," she breathed. She kept rolling her finger around, rubbing my tits. Now she began stroking it. "Ohh," I sighed.
She pressed herself against me and gently pushed me down on the sofa. Her tongue snaked between my lips. I opened my mouth and her tongue darted in. We licked and lapped each other's tongues. She nuzzled my cheek and my neck, down to my boobs. She laid hot kisses on my mounds. Her tongue found my nipples and licked them.
"Ohh," I breathed. I held her cheeks and ran my fingers through her boyish hair. She caressed my legs, my hips, my belly. Her hands roamed all over my body.
"Oh, love me," I moaned. "Love my body."
"Luv," she cooed hotly in my ear, "that's just what I'm going to do."
She slid our skirts up and slipped our panties off. She stretched out on top of me. I raised my vulva and legs up till we were in just the right position to touch our cunts together. She pressed hers down and our clits touched. She arched her back and laid her breasts squarely upon mine. Our nipples touched. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and she ran her arms under mine. Our hot cheeks were pressed together. Then we began to move.
"Ooh, you know what sister love is," she purred. "Oh, yes ... you've been to Sappho's Isle ... Sweet luv-sweet sister luv."
She was really turning me on.
"Oh my sweet," she continued in my ear, "my flaming loving sister sweet ... ooh, sweet sapphic sister."
"Ohh, yes," I moaned. "Ohh we're loving! Oh, it's so hot-so devilishly hot! Ohh-so delicious!"
She slid down my body, her tongue and lips leaving a wet scorching trail down my breasts, my belly, down to my bush. She ran her mouth all through my pubic hair, licking me. She raised her head a little and looked down at my vulva. "Ohh," she breathed, "it's like a fuzzy golden-red peach ... Oh, my luv!" She drew her tongue along my pussy slit and breathed hotly on it.
"Ohh, God!" I gasped, heaving my cunt up.
She dipped her tongue into my pussy and ran it all around my cunt, then she flicked her tongue on my clitoris. I moved my vulva up and around in little circles and ran my hands along her cheeks, her neck, through her hair. "Oh, your tongue!" I groaned. "Oh, God, don't stop-don't ever stop. It feels too good to ever stop!"
She moved her body around and, without missing a lick on my clit, straddled my neck and lowered her cunt to my mouth. I slipped my tongue into her and found her clitoris and flicked at it. The feel of her lips sucking my clit, her breasts pressing into my belly, mine pressing into hers, and the taste and feel of her clit, transported me to a realm of utter erotic delight. I don't know how long we licked and sucked each other. Wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed over and through me.
She finally turned around and we were face to face.
"Ah, I didn't know love between women could be so good," I crooned.
"Oh, it's paradise," she cooed. "Men have their ways, their attractions. Yes, love between men and women is good. I love for a man to make lust with me. But there's a love that a woman can give and receive from another woman that men know nothing about. It's both an internal and an external sensuous love-an inner and outer erotic sapphic love. There's nothing else like it. But, of course, men have that one thing-that stiff long thick thing that reaches up inside us, giving us a pleasure we can't give to each other ... unless...."
She got off me and stood. She knelt and opened her purse and brought out an object with straps. She stood and strapped it on. It was a dildo. It was a perfect replica of a penis. She applied a lotion to it. My heart thumped as she moved onto the sofa and got on top of me. With a forefinger and thumb, she stretched me open and guided the dildo. I reached down and took it in my hand. It was made of hard rubber but was somewhat flexible and velvety smooth.
She slid the rubber dick into me. It had a glans just like a real cock. She pushed it deeper.
"Ah, how does it feel, my luv," she purred.
"Oh, it feels good," I murmured. "It feels almost like a real cock."
"Oh, yes," she crooned. "And I'm going to love your gorgeous body with it." She slid it deeper, pulled it back a bit, then deeper till it was buried in me.
"Ohh, it's thick and smooth," I moaned, "and it feels so good!"
"Yes, my luv," she said, moving it in my sheath. "Yes, it feels good, sweet sister. All for you in your delicious pussy." She ran it up and down my quiff in long smooth strokes.
"Oh, it's so good!" I sighed. "Oh, slide it in me, all the way, all of it! Oh, God, it's making me cum!"
She slowed the movement of the rubber cock after I came. "Ahh, that was good ... so good," I sighed.
"Would you like to fuck me?" she breathed hotly in my ear. "Sure," I said.
I got on my knees and strapped the dildo on. I stroked it, marveled at it.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, clasped the dildo, and lowered herself upon it. "Oh, yes!" she gasped. "Ahh!" she moaned. "Oh, darling luv, yes, ooh, every inch of it. Give it all to me!"
I thrust my vulva up and she began writhing, screwing herself on the dildo. "Oh, sweet sapphic fuck!" she cried.
I licked and sucked her titties as I frigged her. She moved her chest, thrusting it out, jutting her breasts into my mouth. "Ohh, screw-fuck-suck-bite!" she cried out. "Screw me, fuck me, my luv!"
I gave it to her with strong heaves. "Now! Now!" she panted. "Oh, sister fuck-now!" She screwed her pussy on the dildo with rapid thrusts, then she gave out a great groan and went rigid. I drove the dick up her vagina in fast raps. "Oh, it's now!" she cried. "Oh, luv, it's now!"
We kissed and nuzzled and caressed each other, savoring our fuck. It was a totally new sensation for me to screw a woman. Although not as pleasurable as being screwed, it was still gratifying.
The fiery ache in my cunt and ass wouldn't go away. I wanted a cock in me. I needed it, and I knew where to get it.
I went to Daddy's. He was sprawled out on the sofa. Without a word I got on top of him and hunched him. "Oh, Daddy, I'm so horny ... Give me your cock ... Fill my pussy up ... Give me the good hot screwing that only you can give me."
Daddy got hard and slid it into me. "Oh, yes! Oh, Daddy, that's it! All the way, sweet Daddy! Fill me up-fill me up as only you can."
We came quickly and simultaneously. It was the fastest fuck of my life.
"Oh, honey," he wheezed, "you could make a fortune with that tight pussy!"
I rested my head on his chest. "What do you mean, I could make a fortune?"
He looked at me and smiled. "Just an expression."
"Do you mean I could sell it?" I asked, smiling. Daddy raised his eyebrows, then chuckled. "Could you sell it? Honey, does the sun rise in the east?"
"I'm curious. How much do you think it's worth?"
"It's priceless," he said.
"They say everything has a price."
"They haven't had you."
"So how much do you think it's worth? How much do you think I could sell it for?"
"By the hour or by the night?" he asked.
"By the night."
He shrugged. "There're people who would pay you thousands of dollars."
"Thousands of dollars? For one night?"
"Sure," Daddy said. "For you."
"Maybe I'm in the wrong business."
"What business?"
"Of giving it away. Maybe I should sell it. I enjoy it, I love it, I'm going to do it regardless. Why not make a fortune while I'm at it?"
"Why not," Daddy said. "On one condition."
"What's that?"
"That you don't charge me for it."
"Oh, Daddy, I'd never charge you. You'd have unlimited credit with me."
"Good."
"I just wonder," I said. "About what?"
"How it would feel to sell it. Just once. I wonder how it would feel to take money from someone for it, if it would make me feel cheap or degraded. Or if it wouldn't matter, if it wouldn't make any difference in the way I feel. I can't imagine that it would. I think every woman sometimes thinks of selling it, how it would feel, what it would be like for somebody to pay money to fuck her."
"Maybe so," Daddy said.
"I want to experience it all, Daddy. Every sexual thing there is. I want to fuck-all the time-I want to live in a world of constant fuck. Every sexual thing there is, Daddy. I want to do it. Will you help me do it?"
"You know I will, honey," he said.
"I want to experience what it's like to sell it."
Daddy looked at me and grinned and wagged his head. "Are you sure?" he asked.
"Yes. I want to experience it all, and I want to know what it's like to take money for fucking."
"Okay," Daddy said.
"Can you arrange it?" I asked.
"Sure...."
* * *
I stood in front of the bald fat man sitting on the sofa. Daddy unbuttoned my shift and slid it off.
"Well, what do you think, Fats?" he asked the man.
The man's eyes bugged out and he licked his puffy lips. "Ah, yeah," he said. "Come 'ere."
I went to him and he pulled me down next to him. "What a pair of knockers!" he exclaimed. He mouthed them, sucking them hard. "Damn!" he rasped. He looked down at my cunt. Then he positioned me so I was half-squatting, half-kneeling on the sofa, straddling his thighs. "You got eatin' pussy!" he growled before burying his face in my muff and jabbing his tongue into my slit.
"Ohh!" I gasped, clutching his bald head and moving my vulva around. "Ohh, your tongue! It's so thick and long!" His jabbing tongue sent fiery bolts through me. His tongue sure was long. "Lick me!" I groaned, my pussy writhing in his chubby face. "Ah, suck my cunt! Lick, suck, eat it! Oh, God-your tongue's so long!"
The juice poured down my quiff.
He turned me over on the sofa. He tore at his fly and moved my ass to the edge of the couch. He got on top of me, clasped my buttocks and pushed himself in.
"Yeah!" he hissed. His prick was hard and thick. He grunted as he slid it in my sheath. He croaked and went down on my tits. "You like Fats fucking you, huh," he said.
"Oh, give it to me!" I cried. "Screw me with that fat peter, Fats! Jam it in me! Ohh-your prick's so thick! Ahh, you're fucking me good!" I looked down at his bald head and his puffy lips sucking my tits. The thought of a fat ugly man fucking me didn't bother me at all. "Oh, God, I'm gonna cream!" I cried. "Oh, you too! Cream in me-squirt your cream out of that fat dick!"
He gave out a hoarse cry and his sperm erupted within me. "Oh, you!" he rasped. "You fucking movie star!" He kept spewing semen in me. Then he finally toppled off me.
Almost immediately, Daddy mounted me and drove his rod up my sheath. "Oh, yes!" I cried. "Ohh, now you, Daddy! Yes, dig it in deep!"
Fats was sprawled next to me, looking on with bugged-out eyes. His peter was half-hard. I reached out and grabbed it and started jacking it. "Bring it up here," I said. "I wanna suck your dick."
His root was moist and flabby. I found to my delight that I could take all of it in my mouth.
He panted and wheezed. "Fucking your mouth! Fucking your face! Damn, suck it all, baby!" His balls were moist and fat. He suddenly spurted spunk. I gulped it down and sucked on his peter, drawing his creamy jism into my mouth and swallowing it. "Damn, your mouth's like a tight pussy!" he groaned.
Daddy rapped his cock up my quiff and his sperm suddenly gushed forth, flooding my cunt.
We rested on the sofa. Fats lay behind me, running his dick against my rump and rubbing my titties. "She's a living doll," Fats said to Daddy. "Prime-grade A. Sell her to me. Name your price."
"Can't do that," Daddy said. "I don't own her. She belongs to herself."
Fats grunted and rubbed his peter between my ass mounds. He ran a beefy hand over my breasts, mashing and squeezing them. "How about it, doll," he said, rubbing his jowls on my cheek. "Fats will take care of you. You won't have to worry about anything. I'll give you everything you want-and more. Anything you want, doll, I'll give it to you. I'll be your sugar daddy." He slid his peter in my ass. "Just give me your ass, baby, your pussy, your mouth, your tits, and I'll give you everything you want." Now he drove his meaty cock solidly up my ass.
After Fats left I lolled on the sofa. Daddy came and sat and looked in my eyes and smiled. "Well, honey," he said, taking out a wad of bills and giving it to me.
I smiled. "Well, I wanted experience fucking for money, and I did."
"And how do you feel?" Daddy asked.
"I don't feel cheap or degraded." I counted the money. "Fats is generous."
"Yes, he is, very generous," Daddy said.
"Tell me, Daddy, how much does a procurer get?"
"It depends. On the average, probably about half."
"Here," I said, holding out half the money.
"I don't want it, honey."
"I want you to have it. I wanted to experience what it was like to sell it, to make money out of it. That includes giving you a cut of it. You were my procurer."
Daddy took the money I offered. "Okay," he said, "but I'll be a generous procurer. I'll only take a fourth." He gave me back half of it. "And I'm going to hold this in trust for you." He looked down at my body. "You don't know how beautiful and luscious and innocent you are."
"Innocent?"
"Yes." He stretched out on top of me. "It would be so easy to take advantage of you, honey. But I'm not gonna do it. I love you too much." He entered me slowly, deliciously.
"Oh, Daddy, I love you," I breathed in passion. "Oh, dear Daddy, dear Hubby."
I was almost there, had almost made it. Paul told me the good news. He'd been promoted. He wouldn't be making sales trips anymore. I quit my job at the bookstore. I didn't need to occupy my time, I had enough to fill it up. I was well on my way to living in that world of fuck-that constant anticipation, arousal, orgasm and afterglow. If need be, I could rely on Daddy to supply me with cocks, long stiff ones-like Fats'. (The more I thought about Fats the more I wanted his cock, his fat and meaty cock.)
Yes, I was close, so very close to living in that world. That wonderful world of constant fuck.
