The advent of a more liberal society has revolutionized the life of the modern American woman, opening up new vistas both professionally and personally. As with most social revolutions, however, the changes are apt to be slow and sporadic, leaving untouched many of those it hopes to reach.
One occupation, that of the housekeeper, reflects the uneven progress of social change- women entering this field have long been considered slow-witted and dull with little consideration given to their true personalities or capabilities.
Living in this shadow and its traditions, the woman of this story, Kathy Finn, casts a new light onto a profession long stereotyped. Both ambitious and adventurous, she finds herself suddenly confronted by a sexual liberalism which challenges her curiosity.
HOTBED HOUSEKEEPER-a chronicle of our times. The story of a woman trapped in a tide of social change.
-THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
Kathy kicked her heels at her husband's hairy, bouncing ass, spurring him on to keep him thrusting, to keep him grinding his hard cock in her itching, clutching pussy.
"Oh, honey!" she gasped, rubbing her tits up hard against his hairy chest. "Deeper, darling! Make me come!"
Otto grunted like a bull, his eyes closed, the sweat dripping off his nose. His cock turned to steel inside her and started to flex.
"Ahhhhhh!" he growled, collapsing on top of her as his cum shot into her seething, lust pained cunt. "Awwwwww!"
Kathy squirmed madly under him, rubbing her clit against his sliding, flexing cock, trying desperately to bring herself off. As Otto's orgasm subsided, as his cock began to soften, Kathy crushed him fiercely in the embrace of her arms and legs, digging her fingernails into his back, tongue-kissing him and trying to keep him on top of her. She so desperately wanted to come, needed to came.
As the last drops of cum oozed from Otto's spent cock, he pushed powerfully out of her embrace and rolled off her. He dropped his feet off the bed, stood up, and staggered toward the bathroom without so much as a thank you.
Kathy gritted her teeth, jamming two stiff fingers in and out of her cum-greasy pussy.
"Damn you!" she muttered under her breath, loud enough to vent her frustration, but not loud enough for Otto to hear her. He could get mean if she gave him any lip, especially if she dared complain about his sexual capabilities.
From down the hallway came the sound of the shower running. Kathy moaned freely now as she masturbated, knowing that Otto couldn't hear her. Sprawled naked on the bed, her ass rubbing in the fuck-juices on the sheets, she rocked her hips as she fucked herself. Hew legs were spread wide and her toes clutched with each thrust of her fingers into her crotch. With her free hand, she massaged her tits, tweaking and pinching her hard nipples.
"Feels so good!" she moaned, pretending that her fingers were a hard, driving cock.
She loved getting fucked. She'd always loved getting fucked -- which is why she'd married Otto when they were both fresh out of high school. Otto, the big football hero. Otto, the stud every girl in school had lusted over. He'd had a reputation among the girls for being a tireless stallion when it came to fucking, and he'd had a reputation for having a cock as big as a stallion, too.
Both lies. Terrible lies. None of those swooning girls had ever seen Otto's cock, let alone fucked it.
Kathy laughed cynically now as she jerked herself off, her laughter bitter, close to tears. She'd been a fool for not testing Otto out before she'd married him. But she'd been a silly, stupid young girl. When she'd made sexual passes at him and he'd told her that he had too much respect for her to violate her before they got married, she'd found herself even more madly in love with him. Admittedly, she'd been puzzled as to how Otto had managed to gain such a studly reputation with such a sissy attitude toward premarital sex, but then she'd concluded that although he might once have been wild, he had probably matured and changed his ways. He had chosen her, after all, to be his wife. She'd been the envy of all the girls in school.
What a fool she had been to trust a boy who needed a marriage contract before he would fuck!
The truth was that the big football captain had been a virgin until their wedding day. In a motel room Kathy had been shocked to discover: first, that the stallion-cock she'd been breathlessly waiting to see was barely six inches long, and second, that Otto knew nothing about how to use those paltry six inches. Kathy had had to show him where to shove it, for Gods sake! And then, worst of all, it turned out that Otto had absolutely no sexual stamina, no control. He came in seconds, before Kathy had even got warmed up. And after fifteen years of marriage, he hadn't improved his performance. If anything, he came even quicker these days, fucking her every morning for the few seconds he needed to get off before he went to work.
And to top it off, he'd gone to pot. His beautifully sculpted, marble-smooth young body had grown bloated, paunchy, and bristly haired. Kathy hated to even look at him anymore.
She drove her fingers up her pussy to the hilt, twisting them, grinding her knuckles against her clit. A rush of sensation whirled through her loins and her pussy contracted. Her toes clutched with each orgasmic wave and she moaned, writhing naked on the bed, her fingers grinding between her thighs. She arched up, thrusting her tits high, her nipples hard and ready to split.
"Ohhhh yessssss!" she moaned. "I love the feeeeeeling!"
She fucked herself until every twinge of orgasmic sensation had subsided, then fell back and pulled her fingers out of her cunt and licked Otto's cum off them. She managed to cover herself with a sheet only seconds before he came tromping back into the bedroom, a towel rapped around his sagging paunch. If he had caught her masturbating, ho would have ridiculed her and made her feel like shit.
"You still in bed!" he said. "Getting lazy in your old age? I'm late for the office. Get me my breakfast."
Without a word, Kathy slipped out of bed, slipped into her bathrobe, and went to the kitchen to make Otto his breakfast. Sausages and bacon, a half-dozen eggs, toast with tons of butter and jelly, and coffee with lots of cream -- this was Otto's daily breakfast. He still ate as if he were a teenage athlete -- as if he were a half-dozen teenage athletes.
Kathy had timidly mentioned once that the diet he insisted on eating might be bad for his heart, but Otto had shut her up fast. As long as he was earning their bread and butter, he'd eat what he damned well pleased. Besides, he was still as fit and strong as he'd been in high school, he claimed, a few pounds heavier maybe, but just as strong and fit. Kathy wondered if he'd looked in the mirror lately.
After seeing Otto off to work, Kathy cleaned up the house, then sat around in the livingroom for a few hours, half-reading magazines and half-watching quiz shows on TV. The time crawled by, and her heart thumped with anxiety. She so wanted to get that job at the Chapmans', who lived only a few blocks away. She could work there without Otto ever finding out about it. Otto insisted that a wife's job was to stay at home, whether she had something to do in that home or not, and Kathy was bored to death.
If she didn't get out of here and do something soon, she'd end up in the asylum.
Eleven-thirty finally arrived, and Kathy walked two blocks down the street to a large white house hedged in with tall cedar trees. A new Mercedes sat in the driveway. She rang the front doorbell and heard chimes inside.
"Right on time," said the smartly dressed woman who opened the door. "Punctuality is next to Godliness, that's my motto. I cannot abide wasting time. I've taken an extra half hour for my lunch break today in order to come home and meet with you, Mrs. Finn, and I appreciate your being punctual."
The woman, Lois Chapman, led Kathy to the kitchen, where she was eating a lunch of fruit and yogurt. Lois was tall, slender, attractive, wore glasses, and was dressed like a female business executive, which she was.
"I don't have time for a dozen interviews," Lois said, "and you come with adequate references, so consider yourself hired on a probationary basis. Hours are flexible. You may come over to work anytime between seven in the morning and seven at night each weekday. I've made a list of your duties -- basically keeping this house clean and straightened up, doing dishes once a day. Particularly, you must pay attention to Randy's bedroom upstairs, which I'm afraid will require a major cleaning every few days."
At that moment a teenage boy padded into the kitchen on bare feet grubby with street grime. Like his mother, Randy Chapman was tall and slender. He had shaggy blonde hair that hung in his eyes and over his ears. As was his custom, he was dressed in nothing but a pair of too-short, too-tight jean cutoffs. Kathy had watched him skateboard past her house hundreds of times over the years and knew him well on sight.
"What are you doing home in the middle of the day?" the boy asked his mother. He went to the refrigerator and pulled out a plastic pitcher of orange juice.
"Randolph," Lois Chapman said, "this is our new housekeeper, Mrs. Finn. She will be coming over daily from now on to straighten things up. By the way, you need a haircut and a bath."
"Sure," the boy said. He gulped juice straight from the pitcher, spilling some down his bobbing throat and tanned chest.
"Randolph," Lois said, "how many times have I told you to drink out of a glass like a civilized human being?"
The boy dropped the empty plastic pitcher on the counter and wiped his mouth. He scratched his muscled belly and glanced at Kathy with blue eyes that made her quiver inside. The boy exuded adolescent male sexuality. His cutoffs bulged at the grain as if they'd been stuffed with a slow-pitch softball. Kathy could smell him.
"Be seeing you guys," the boy said, and seconds later he was slamming the front door and skateboarding down the sidewalk outside.
"Both Fred and I leave for work before seven in the morning," Lois said, as if Randy had never interrupted. "And neither of us is home before seven in the evening. Often, I leave even earlier in the morning and sometimes I don't get home until after nine or ten at night. I work hard. I'm not ashamed to admit that my career means everything to me, nor am I ashamed to admit that I earn a larger income than my husband." She glanced at her watch. "I must be off."
Before she left, Lois Chapman handed Kathy a key to the house.
CHAPTER TWO
Kathy's heart thumped with wild excitement as she found herself alone in the big, sprawling house, and she found herself pretending that the house was hers. For some reason she got the urge to rip off all her clothes and run around the house naked, to scamper naked up the stairs and slide down the smooth, polished banister like a young girl. It was the same urge she used to get as a teenager when some young stud would take her out of town to some secluded wooded spot to fuck her. She would tear off all her clothes and make him chase her until it tackled her, felled her, and rammed her between the legs. Those had been the days! Unfortunately, those days had ended the day she and Otto Finn had started going steady. Since that day she hadn't been fucked by any cock but his -- if what Otto did could even be called fucking!
As much as she felt like taking off all her clothes, Kathy didn't dare do so. What if Lois Chapman had forgot something and returned home to discover her new housekeeper running around the house naked? What if the man of the house, Fred Chapman, came home? Or Randy? She'd be fired before she even got started. She compromised her desire by kicking off her shoes and doing the dishes barefoot. Going barefoot was a liberating feeling, one that gave her a tingle between the cuntlips in the same way that going naked did.
When she finished the dishes, Kathy decided to explore the house, to see what kind of job she'd got herself into -- also because she was nosey, and dying to see what kind of private life the richest family in the neighborhood lived. She knew she could learn a lot about a family's private life by snooping around its home.
To her relief, the downstairs, including the master bedroom, hardly needed cleaning. Even the bed was made. A little dusting, a little vacuuming, a little polishing each day and she'd be done with the downstairs, earning a very generous salary for only minimal work. She'd have to do laundry a few days each week, but she could handle that.
The upstairs included a game room, a library, the upstairs bathroom, two guest bedrooms, and Randy's bedroom. All the rooms except the bathroom and Randy's bedroom were clean. The bathroom and Randy's bedroom were pig pens, literally pig sties. Kathy couldn't believe these two rooms exited in a house so otherwise perfect. They looked like battlegrounds, and they smelled of unwashed teenage male. Lois Chapman's wasn't lying when she said that her career was everything to her. It was apparent that she'd neglected totally the discipline of her only son. She wondered whether Lois Chapman had peeked into Randy's room anytime recent, like within the last five years.
Kathy tiptoed into the boy's bedroom carefully, not knowing what she might step on or trip over among the clutter. She was tempted to hold her nose at first, but in seconds she was used to the sweaty male scent, which reminded her of some of the boys who'd fucked her in high school. Her heart thumped, each pulsation sending tingles through her cunt. She was turned on by being in the boy's bedroom, and she found herself being turned on more and more by the teen.
Randy was a handsome boy, Kathy had to admit. She'd first noticed him years ago as he'd skate boarded past her house in nothing by a pair of scanty cutoffs and his head of blond hair bouncing and waving in the breeze. Even as a young boy he'd had a kind of animal sensuality that had turned Kathy on despite her self. As she'd watched Randy Chapman grow up, as she'd watched his muscles grow and his height increase, she'd found herself wanting to see him naked. At times she'd had sexual daydreams about him, daydreams she'd forced out of her mind. He was, after all, a teenage boy, and she was, after all, a married woman.
Kathy caught her toe in some clothing and looked down to see the pouch of Randy Chapman's jockstrap draped over her foot. She raised her foot and plucked the jockstrap off her toe. Her hands trembled. She lifted the jock to her nose and sniffed it. The scent of unwashed teenage balls nearly knocked her over. Her cunt contracted hard. She dropped the jockstrap as if it were poison.
What am I doing! she thought, and looked behind herself to see if anybody was watching. Nobody. She'd expected to see Lois Chapman standing there, arms crossed, a scowl on her face. She saw nobody. The house was dead silent.
She went to the bed, lifted away the top sheet. The sheet underneath was covered with yellow stains. The scent of dried cum and stale sweat hit Kathy like a hot wind.
"My God!" she whispered, unable to believe what she was seeing.
Apparently, the sheet hadn't been washed in months. Apparently, it was the boy's job to take care of his bedroom and bathroom, and it was obvious he did neither. Now she was sure Lois Chapman hadn't looked into her son's bedroom in recent years. The sheet was soiled with dozens, maybe hundreds of dried cum stains.
Kathy didn't know what to do. She didn't know if she dared change the boy's bed and clean up his room. It would be like performing a major overhaul, and she feared the boy might not like it. She spotted the edge of a magazine sticking out from under the mattress and pulled it out. Her eyes nearly popped nut. She'd heard about porn magazines, but she'd never seen one.
On the cover a naked woman with wide-spread legs was being crotch-licked by a man. Inside the magazine, women sucked men's cocks, women fucked men's cocks, women smiled as cum splashed in their faces.
"I don't believe it!" Kathy muttered, pouring through the magazine. She reached down, groped under her skirt, and squeezed her cunt through her panties. The crotch of her panties was sopping wet.
She found other porn magazines under the mattress, a few dozen of them. Some of the things the magazines depicted Kathy had only heard whispered about. She couldn't believe that Randy Chapman, son of the richest parents in the neighborhood, looked at such filth. She couldn't believe that he could possibly have soiled his bedsheet with so many loads of cum. The sheet was actually stiff with dried cum, as if it had been starched. The boy had to be a sex maniac.
Kathy spotted a school picture of the boy among the clutter on his dresser. She picked it up, gazing into the seductive blue eyes under the blond bangs. The boy was a knockout, as she'd used to say about the boys in her high school. The boy turned her on. She wanted him. God did she want him!
She found herself pulling off her clothing -- her dress, her bra, her panties. Her tits had swollen hugely, her cherries large, purplish, and bumpy, her nipples like hard fingertips. Pussyjuice dribbled from between her furry, swollen cuntlips and trickled down the insides of her thighs. She fell on her back an Randy's bed, rolling in the smell of him, his picture in one hand, her other hand jabbing between her legs.
"Oh, Randy, fuck me!" she moaned. "Give it to me, baby!"
She kicked her legs up in the air and pointed her toes. She arched her back and rocked her hips, thrusting her tits up high, rubbing them against the phantom chest of the phantom teenage boy.
"I want you!" she growled.
She didn't care anymore that she was married to Otto and had promised to be faithful to him forever. He'd never satisfied her anyway. Not once in their fifteen years of marriage had he ever satisfied her. She was thirty-three, an attractive woman at the peak of her sexual need, and married to a man who had never given her an orgasm, married to a man who used her a few minutes each morning as a sex toy, as no more than a receptacle for his cum, married to man who cared about his own quick pleasure and nothing about giving her pleasure.
Randy would fuck me good, she thought. Randy would fuck me for an hour if I wanted it, all day if I wanted it. Randy loves to fuck, I can tell that. And I know he knows how. He must know all about sex after studying all these magazines.
She snatched the boy's jockstrap off the floor from where it had fallen next to the bed. She draped the mesh crotch over her nose like an oxygen mask. The scent of teenage nuts whirled through her head, getting her high and drunk, dazed and dizzy. Her fingers knifed in her clutching, juicing pussy. Her toes clutched simultaneously with her cunt. Pussycream frothed out of her and dribbled down her asscrack like hot spit, dribbled down farther, getting the bedsheet slippery under her ass. She wondered if the boy would smell her on his bedsheet when he got into bed tonight.
"Ohhh, Randy, I want you!" she moaned, kissing the picture of the cocky, blue-eyed mouth. Each smack of her lips sent throbbing fuck-pleasure through her cunt. She pressed the spit-wet picture to her nipples, letting the boy suck her tits. "Do you like these tits, stud? I bet you've never sucked tits like these, baby! I bet you've never fucked a cunt like mine!"
In high school she'd had a reputation for being a sexual tigress. The boys had raved about her as much as the girls had raved about Otto Finn. But the stories about her had been true. The stories about Otto had been lies. The girls had made up all the stories. Otto had never fucked any of them. He'd taken them out, but he'd never fucked them. The only female Otto had ever fucked in his life was Kathy. He didn't deserve her, he'd never deserved her.
"Ohhh, Randy, you big beautiful hunk!" Kathy flipped over onto her belly, rubbing her tits against the mattress, kissing Randy's picture. Her back was arched and her ass up in the air as she continued reaming out her pussy with her stiff fingers. Cunt juice drenched her hand. She rubbed her fingers madly against her clit.
She sat up, churning her cunt on her jerking fingers, bouncing up and down and pretending to ride the boy's stiff, vertical cock as she straddled his lap. Her tits flapped. How many boys had she fucked like this in the old days in the front seat of their cars, her hot tits bouncing in their faces, their dripping tongues lapping at her excited nipples? Scores. She'd fucked scores of boys before she'd married Otto.
She imagined the boy moaning, grunting, his big blue eyes nearly popping out of his head as she tightened her cunt and bore down on his cock.
"Ohhhh yes!" moaned, imagining the teens big cock sliding in her cunt. He had a big cock, that was for sure. Unless he stuffed his cutoffs with a grapefruit, he had one hell oft big cock coiled like a cobra inside them. It was the kind of prick she'd imagined Otto as having. "You got a big cock, baby -- a big, fucking cock on a big, fucking boy!"
Her heart raced. She panted fiercely, sweat beading on her forehead, sweat dripping from her nose. She hadn't masturbated with such enthusiasm and pleasure in years, maybe never. Her tits bounced like water-filled balloons. Her cunt tightened rhythmically around her jamming, twisting fingers.
She licked the photograph of Randy Chapman and snatched up his jockstrap again and inhaled the scent of his hunky teen balls. The fuck-tension surged through her ass hole and cunt and her loins erupted with spasms. Flashes of white light popped behind her eyeballs.
"I'm coming!" she moaned. "Ohhh, Randy, shoot it in me! Squirt it in my coming cunt! Ohhh, baby!"
She rotated her ass, churning her cunt on her grinding, ramming fingers, juicing hot pussycream in her hand. Randy's picture fell to the mattress as she pressed his jockstrap hard to her mouth and gnawed on the ball-flavored mesh.
When it was over, Kathy pulled the jockstrap away from her mouth. Something was caught between her teeth and she extracted it, holding it up to the light. It was a blonde hair from Randy Chapman's balls. She pulled her right hand, dripping with pussy-froth, away from her cunt.
What am I doing? she thought. What have I done? She glanced at the open bedroom door, once again expecting to see one of the Chapmans watching her.
Nobody was there. In the silence of the big house her heart sounded like a wildly pounding bass drum to her. She eased herself off the bed, pussycream dribbling down her legs like hot syrup. After drying the pussyjuice stain on Randy Chapman's bed with a hair drier, she fled for home.
CHAPTER THREE
Her cunt aching with need after Otto's usual two-minute pre-work fuck, Otto's cum sticky between her unsatisfied cuntlips, Kathy arrived at the Chapman residence at nine the next morning. She let herself in through the front door and went directly to the kitchen, where she found a bunch of dishes to be washed. She decided to wash them later.
Next, she went to the master bedroom and found the bed unmade and some dirty clothes left on the floor for washing. She would make the bed, wash the clothes, and clean up the downstairs, too -- but later. She had something else on her mind at the moment. Her cunt craved release. She kicked off her shoes and walked barefoot up the plushly carpeted stairway to the second floor, ready for another jerk off session in Randy Chapman's bed.
Approaching the bedroom, she was startled to hear some noise, and her heart almost stopped. In her horny state, she'd never paused to consider that maybe she wasn't alone in the house. It hadn't occurred to her that Randy himself might still be home on this sunny summer morning. Ten feet from his open bedroom door, she froze, listening, ready to retreat and flee back down the stairs if need be. Then she heard Randy Chapman's voice.
"Ohhhhh yeahhhhhh! Ahhh fuck!"
Her heart slamming against her breastbone, Kathy crept toward the door. She had to take a peek. She couldn't control herself. From the shadowed hallway, she leaned forward and peered into the bedroom.
Randy Chapman, his deeply tanned body naked as a jaybird, lay face-down on his bed, his ass rising and falling as he humped. Under him lay a life-size sex-doll, a female manikin of flesh-colored rubber, complete with silky brunette hair and long eyelashes. The doll's legs were spread, and the boy was tucking his cock in and out of her gaping, fur-lined cunt.
Kathy stared, amazed. She'd never seen anything like it. The doll looked like a real woman, even appeared to undulate in response to the boy's rapid thrusts as if it were alive. Randy's mouth was pressed to the doll's mouth, his tongue darting between her parted lips.
"Hot pussy!" he growled, his cock squishing in the doll's lubricated cunt. "I love to fuck your hot, tight pussy!"
A container of Vaseline lay on the mattress beside the doll and the boy's cock gleamed with the slick lubricant as it plunged in and out of the rubber sheath of the doll's cunt.
The boy had balls as big as chicken-eggs, and a cock so thick and long that Kathy wondered if it was too was a rubber sex-toy. A cock that large couldn't be real, could it! Kathy had never seen a cock so big.
"Yeahhhhh!" The boy rolled his blue eyes deliriously, ecstatically with each thrust. His grubby toes clawed at the bedsheets. He tossed his blond head with pleasure, then craned it forward and down so he could suck on the doll's large, rubber tits. "Hot fucking bitch!"
He gnawed into the rubber nipples, ripping at them, stretching them.
Kathy clutched her own braless tits through her dress as if the boy were chewing into them instead of the doll's. She winced at the boy's savagery, almost able to feel his sharp, electric teeth tearing at her nipples. At the same time, though, electrical tingles of pleasure shot from her tits to her cunt and made her squeeze her legs together. Her pussy was smoldering. The crotch of her panties was drenched. A hot trickle of pussy-spit oozed from under her panties and down her silky, shimmying inner thighs.
The boy resumed kissing the doll, plunging his tongue into her mouth, gazing lovingly and lustingly into her eyes as if she were a real girl. His tongue pistoned in her mouth as his cock pistoned in her cunt. His long, sinewy body gleamed with sweat, the muscles under his tanned skin undulating sensuously as he worked himself into a frenzy of lust over the doll. His balls throbbed visibly, squirming and pulsating as his enormous teenage prong plowed out the doll's tight, sucking cunt. He wrapped his arms around her, crushing her against his chest, grinding down on top of her so hard that she was hardly visible under him.
Kathy could hardly stand up, she was shaking so hard. It had been more than fifteen years since she'd seen a boy fuck like this -- long and hard and with intense feeling. Randy Chapman knew how to fuck, knew how to make even a rubber doll come alive with the probings of his cock. If Otto were lying on top of that doll -- if such a thing were possible -- he would thrust five, maybe six times and come, perhaps letting out a single grunt as the cum oozed from his six-inch, already-deflating cock.
I wish I were married to you, Kathy thought, her eyes gazing with painful lust at the panting, rutting, grunting teenager. I wish I were that rubber doll under you right now. I'd gladly give up my life and become that rubber mannequin if I could count on you fucking me everyday. She thrust her right hand up under her dress, clutching her swollen cunt through her panties. She slid a finger under the crotch of her panties and worked it into the slippery, burning furrow between her cuntlips. Her pleasure was so great she became faint.
"Ahhhhhh!" Randy Chapman bellowed. "Ohhhhhhh!"
His head snapped back and his eyes rolled back as if he were dying. His body jerked as his jism spurted into the cunt of the rubber doll. The cunt of the doll overflowed and Randy's cock made loud, squishing sounds as his cum gobs rolled down the doll's crotch.
Kathy could see his balls and the root of his cock contract with each powerful ejaculation. She licked her lips at the sight of the juicy wads of teenage jism. She hadn't tasted male spunk in over fifteen years. In high school she'd been one of the hungriest cocksuckers around. Otto had never let her suck his cock.
Randy shivered with the last spasms of his orgasm and collapsed onto the doll with a groan. He humped slowly, gently, teasing the last flickers of pleasure from his cock and balls. Then he eased his cock out of the doll and rolled off beside her onto his back. His cum-drenched cock lay to the side on his loins, so long it curled over his hip. Its head was half covered by a thick, smooth foreskin. Veins bulged all over it. Even slightly softened, it appeared ten or eleven inches long.
Kathy gazed, unable to take her eyes off the boy's cock. She'd always gone crazy over big cocks -- which is one reason she'd married Otto, who'd had a reputation for having the biggest cock in school. Otto's cock had turned out to be barely average. But Randy Chapman's cock was everything Kathy had imagined Otto's cock as being -- huge and veiny and uncut. Tears of lust filled her eyes, blurring her vision. Her middle finger pistoned in her sizzling, contracting pussy. She felt fuck-pleasures all the way to her toes.
Randy sighed, stretching, pointing his toes, clasping his hands behind his head. He closed his eyes. If his cock had softened more, it hadn't shrunk anymore in size. Sprigs of fine blond hair bristled in his armpits. Sweat glistened all over his deeply tanned body.
Kathy almost screamed with lust. She could smell the boy, could smell his sweat, his cum. She could almost taste him. Her left hand reached out, reached forward into the room, aching to feel his cock, to stroke it, to squeeze it. Her right hand moved under her dress, her finger churning in her pussy, giving her such pleasure that her knees were ready to buckle under her. She moved out of the shadows, stood in the doorway.
As a cloud passed from in front of the sun, sunlight beamed through the window, drenching the relaxing boy with warm, golden rays. Kathy stepped into the room, her legs moving spontaneously, carrying her closer and closer to the object of her lust. The boy's eyes opened.
It was as if time stopped. Kathy froze, her heart lodged in her throat, a wave of paralyzing weakness passing through her body. The boy looked toward her, his eyes gazing through her as if she weren't there. Then his eyes seemed to focus on her, but his face remained expressionless, as if her sudden appearance was nothing out of the ordinary. Then he blinked, and a slow smile spread over his face.
"Come on in, housekeeper," he said. He spread his legs and his cock swelled, throbbing up rigid and ramrod straight against his tanned belly. The tip of it reached nearly to his chest. "I've been waiting for you, housekeeper. I knew you'd show up, sooner or later."
CHAPTER FOUR
Kathy almost came. She had to force herself to pull her finger out of her pussy, and she managed to just in time, at the last possible split second before her pleasure exploded and the waterfall of ecstasy washed through her body. She groaned as the near-orgasm sank back into her loins, but she was thankful she'd stopped jerking off in time. Her pleasure was just beginning. She wanted to prolong it as much as she could.
"I knew you'd show up," Randy Chapman said. He shoved the sex-doll aside and off the bed. Then he centered himself on the bed, his legs spread, his hands clasped behind his head, his muscled, sweat-misted abdomen rising and falling under his throbbing, eleven-inch cock. "I could tell by the way you looked at me yesterday you wanted me. All the horny ladies give me that same look when they wanna suck my cock. Take off your clothes. I wanna see your tits and ass and cunt."
Kathy was speechless. Trembling too hard to utter a word, she undressed clumsily. The boy watched her, smiling at her shaking hands. Her panties came off first, and the boy told her to toss them to him. They fell on his cock, which flexed up nearly vertical when the silky, cunt wet panties touched it. He grabbed them and pressed them to his nose.
"Ohhh Jesus, I love that smell!" Randy sighed. "You're a real juicy bitch! I love 'em juicy! Off with the dress!"
The dress came off over Kathy's head and her tits bounced into view. The boy's cock wiggled and danced with excitement.
"Turn around and show me your ass. Nice. Bend over and spread the cheeks. Let me see your asshole and cunt. Oh yeah, I like what I see! Now come over here and do what you want."
Kathy had never been so excited. She'd fucked a lot of boys before she'd married Otto, had played a lot of sex games with a lot of boys, but she couldn't remember ever feeling this turned on. Maybe her excitement was due to her long years of deprivation and frustration. Or maybe it was just simply that Randy Chapman was the most exciting boy she'd ever met.
"I've seen you watching me through your front window," the boy said. "Been watching me for years, ain't ya? Been wanting me for years? Just like all the other ladies in this town."
Kathy sat on the bed beside him. Her trembling hand settled on his smooth thigh, caressing.
"Randy!" she whispered, her throat parched. "I want you!"
The boy flexed all the muscles of his body, making them stand out and ripple. His cock flexed up again, standing eleven inches tall, straight up in the air, thick as an arm. His balls were bigger than golf balls.
"I like getting licked and sucked -- all over," the boy said. "Especially, I like getting my toes sucked, and my balls and nipples. And you can lick my armpits and asshole while you're at it. Once you get me nice and clean all over, you can suck my cock -- if you can get it in your mouth!"
The boy's cockiness turned Kathy on even more. She leaned over and kissed him on the lips. Their tongues met for a moment, then he licked and bit her on the nose. His hand slipped down between her thighs and he wiggled his middle finger up Kathy's cunt. Kathy writhed, seeing stars. The boy pulled his finger out and sucked it clean.
"I love cunt," the boy said with a smirk. "If you're a good girl and do a good job giving me a tongue-bath, I'll eat out your cunt and asshole like they ain't never been eaten out before."
Kathy's cunt contracted, spurting pussyjuice between her cuntlips. She slid down to the foot of the bed and started licking the boy's toes.
"Man, I love that!" The boy stroked his balls and massaged his cock as Kathy licked.
The boy's soles were black with street grime. He had the dirtiest feet Kathy had ever seen. She'd never seen him wear shoes. For as long as she'd been watching him skateboard past her house, he'd always been dressed the same, in a scanty pair of cutoff jeans and nothing else. He had the richest parents in the neighborhood but dressed as if a pair of cutoffs and a skateboard were all he owned. She sucked the dirt off his toes, licked under his toenails, licked between his toes and sucked each toe individually. Even his dirt turned her on.
Randy arched up, humping into his hand and jacking off, moaning with abandon.
"That drives me nuts! Every time you suck it sends electricity through my cock. It's like all my toes are cocks. If you sucked 'em long enough I could get off without touching my prick, with just you sucking on my toes."
Kathy shoved her right hand down between her thighs, rubbing between her pussylips as she sucked the youth's hot toes, playing with her clit and sliding a finger up into her cunt. Her spit ran down the boy's soles, down his tanned insteps. She licked his insteps clean, her tongue rippling over tendons and veins. She licked up his shins and at the sides of his calves, which glistened with downy, golden hair. She moved up, kissing his knees, nuzzling and licking his inner thighs. She could smell his balls, and her hand jerked faster between her thighs.
"Don't lick my balls yet," the boy said. "I want my armpits and nipples done first, and my belly."
Her hand working between her legs, pussycream dribbling down her inner thighs, Kathy moved up over the brown-skinned boy, driving her nose into his exposed right armpit and inhaling his masculine scent. She groaned, lapping at the sweaty tuft of blond armpit hair. She kissed his right nipple and sucked on it, did the same to his left nipple, nuzzled down into his left armpit and sucked it clean. The boy moaned, beating his cock, squirming under the assault of Kathy's hot lips and tongue.
"Baby, do it!" Randy panted. "Suck out my armpits, lick my belly! Oh yeahhhhhh!"
Kathy groaned loudly, letting herself express her hunger, her lust, as she'd never dared to with Otto. Otto would have called her sick, perverted, if she'd ever tried doing to him what she was now doing to Randy, or if she'd ever gotten carried away while they were fucking and let herself go completely. With Otto she had to contain her sexual desire, had to keep it under control, could never get too wild. With Randy, she knew she could let herself go completely, could say or do anything.
She sucked and tongue-tweaked the boy's tiny brown nipples. She licked down his abdomen, kissing each abdominal segment. His belly was hard as stone. He hadn't a gram of fat anywhere on it.
"Now my balls!" Randy cried. "Lick the sweat off 'em!"
Kathy almost fainted when she tasted the boy's balls. The sweet, musky flavor made her lick with long swipes of her dripping tongue. Except for a few golden hairs, the boy's nuts were smooth as a baby's ass. They swelled as she licked them, and she could barely contain them in her mouth when she tried to suck them.
Prick-lube dribbled down the boy's cock and over his sliding knuckles. He bent his cock down, rubbing it in Kathy's face, smearing her forehead and nose with cock lube and smegma.
"You like my big cock?" the boy asked. "I bet you ain't never seen a cock this big."
"I love it!" Kathy breathed.
She took the boy's cock as he gave it to her, holding it with her left hand at the base, able only to curl her fingers halfway around it. Cock veins twitched against her fingertips. The boy's cock-skin was silky-smooth, but its shaft was harder than marble. Crouched between the youth's legs, her right hand jerking rhythmically between her thighs as she masturbated, she leaned over the boy's cock, peeling the foreskin down as she extended her tongue and licked the lube-greasy cock-knob.
"Ahhhhh yeahhhhh!" Randy arched up, his body squirming, his cock pulsating in Kathy's hand. His pisshole was wide open and cock-lube bubbled out like sap. "Lick it! Suck it!"
Kathy growled, out of her mind with cock hunger and lust. The boy's uncut prick tasted as if he'd never washed it. In addition to the flavor of cock-lube, it tasted of Vaseline and cum from when he'd fucked the sex doll. And it tasted sweaty and pissy -- and mildly of cunt, or so Kathy imagined.
"That cock's fucked a lot of ladies," Randy said, as if he could read Kathy's mind. "I never wash it, I just rub it clean inside pussies and inside ladies' mouths."
Kathy slurped up and down, her tongue traveling eleven inches with each swipe. She had the foreskin peeled down completely, and she slurped around and around the knob, the tastiest, most sensitive part of his cock.
The boy writhed, his toes clutching sensuously as the feelings shot through his cock. "Eat it! Suck it!"
Kathy opened her mouth as wide as she could and went down on the boy's cock. The knob filled her mouth, stretched her throat. She was able to swallow about four inches, and no more. Her lips stretched like rubberbands and almost tore. Her jaws nearly dislocated. It felt as if her entire face were stuffed.
"Wowwww!" the boy moaned. "Suck it!"
His hands came down on her head, his fingers wrapping in her hair. He forced her to take more of his cock, making her choke.
Kathy's spit ran down the huge prong, grossing the swollen, squirming balls. Despite her gagging, she sucked, her tongue churning at the underside of the boy's cockhead. Being an experienced cocksucker from high school, she knew the best places to lick to pleasure a boy's cock.
"Oh Jesus, suck!" the boy gasped, humping upward, forcing his cock deeper into her throat. "Lick right there! Oh man, I'm going nuts!"
Kathy was going nuts too. She cooed, smacking her lips, rotating her wet tongue, sucking hard for the boy's cum. As she blew him -- as he fucked her face -- she rammed two stiff fingers in and out of her juicing, clutching cunt. Pussycream ran down her inner thighs like hot spit.
"Suck!" the boy panted. "Go for the cream! Use that tongue, use them lips! Awww, fuck, yeahhhhh!"
Kathy was delirious, her heart thudding like a jackhammer. The excitement surging through her body, the pleasure surging through her loins. Her head bobbed, her tits jiggled, her ass waved in the air as she humped at her jerking hand.
"I'm coming!" the boy gasped. "Uhhhhhh!" His blue eyes glazed over and rolled back. His belly muscles tippled. His cock swelled even larger and harder, and his cum gushed into Kathy's throat.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Kathy choked. Her mouth overflowed. Wads of slimy spunk ran down her chin and neck. As the youth's cock pulsed and ejaculated in her mouth, her entire body pulsed with the same spastic rhythm. It was as if her entire body had become an extension of the boy's prick. Her pussy tightened around her twisting, sliding fingers and bolts of electricity exploded in her cunt. Her vision blurred as ecstasy overwhelmed her.
"Eat my cum!" the boy moaned.
He wrapped his legs around Kathy's head, fucking deeper into her throat, forcing her to swallow more than two-thirds of his cock. It was as if a fist had been rammed down her throat. His cum burst out in thick, slimy gushes, splashing deep in Kathy's gullet and sliding into her stomach.
Surprisingly, she didn't choke. The boy's cum had lubricated his deep penetration. Kathy swallowed greedily, sucking cum as the spasms continued in rhythmic bursts through her body.
She hadn't felt this good in fifteen years, not since she'd married Otto. Perhaps she'd never felt this good in her life.
"You like my cum?" Randy Chapman asked. "You like my big, sweet cock?"
Hugging her head with his arms and legs, he forced the last several inches of his eleven-inch cock down Kathy's throat.
She took it all -- and loved it.
CHAPTER FIVE
"The first lady I ever sucked off was my English teacher," Randy Chapman said. "I told her she could suck my cock if she let me lick her cunt first. She was sitting at her desk after school, and I got down under it, between her spread legs, and I unhooked her garter belt from her nylon stockings and pulled her panties down. The smell of her cunt almost made me shoot off in my jeans. I hiked up her skirt, she spread her legs wider, and I went to work. It was the first cunt I'd ever seen, but I knew just where to lick. Her cunt was running juice like spit. I almost fainted on the taste. I stuck my tongue up her and she came just like that. Hot juice ran into my mouth and down my throat. Then she sucked me off twice."
The boy smiled up at Kathy, who was seated at the edge of the bed with her legs spread. Randy knelt on the floor in front of her, caressing her smooth inner thighs. Her right foot rested on one of his dirty jockstraps. The taste of his cum was still in her mouth. Sunshine came through the window and made her wet cunt glisten. Randy Chapman reached forward, hooked his thumbs into the edges of her cunt slabs, and spread her cunt wide open.
"Ooooh!" Kathy gasped, her toes curling with pleasure. Despite her recent orgasm, she was still horny as ever -- and so was the boy, whose cock stood nearly vertical, throbbing rhythmically and oozing fresh lube. Its foreskin half-capped the enormous, fist-like cockhead.
"I love to open up women," the boy said. "I like to look inside 'em, see what they got between them furry lips, feel the heat pour out. Ain't nothing hotter and wetter than a lady's pussy once she gets a whiff of my cock."
He glanced down at his prong and flexed it, made it wiggle. It swelled even larger, its foreskin pulling back completely off the prickhead.
"Fuck me!" Kathy begged. "Stick it in me!"
"Later," the boy said. "We got plenty of time to do other things before I fuck you."
He stretched her cuntlips wider apart and cuntjuice and Otto's cum dribbled out, making a wet, slimy stain on the edge of the mattress. He leaned forward, sniffing, nuzzling the edges of her cuntlips with his tanned, freckled nose. His breath on her clit, on the sensitive inner lips of her cunt, sent maddening tingles through her loins.
"Oh, Randy!" she moaned. "Lick!"
"You got jizz in your cunt," the boy said. "You been fucked already today. Who did it, your husband?"
Kathy nodded.
The boy grinned wickedly. "Did you enjoy it? Does he have a big cock?"
"No -- and no," Kathy said.
Randy laughed. "I've heard that story before. Half the ladies in this town don't have husbands that can fuck worth shit, and they all got teeny-weeny cocks compared to mine."
He looked down at his cock and wiggled it again. Lube dribbled down the underside of it like clear frosting.
Kathy almost screamed. When he wiggled his eleven-inch cock like that it drove her crazy. Maddening contractions of lust pulsed through her cunt.
"Oh, Randy, put it in me! I wanna be fucked!"
"Later," the boy said. "Yes sir, husbands who don't know how to fuck keep teen studs like me in business. All them horny, frustrated ladies are dying for a big teen cock like mine to satisfy 'em. There's the teachers and librarians and the housewives -- and the housekeepers."
"I want it!" Kathy whined.
"I guess you do," the boy said. He shoved his nose between her spread cuntlips, grinding it into her cunt, getting it slimy with her fuck juices.
Kathy fell back on the bed. She kicked her spread legs up and grabbed her knees, pulling them to her shoulders. Shove your whole head inside me, she thought.
"Eat me!" she cried.
The boy growled, rubbing his nose up and down her cuntslit, up and down her sweat-moist asscrack. He sniffed like a dog, as if he couldn't get enough of the smell of her.
"I love pussy and ass," he said. "Especially on a hot, married lady."
His tongue came out and he started to lick. Kathy reached down, digging her fingernails into her asscheeks and hauling them apart so the boy could lick deeply into her tasty female clefts, into her gaping pussy and twitching asshole.
"Ohhhh, Randy, you doll!"
"I aim to please," the boy said.
He lapped from one end of her asscrack to the other, from one end of her pussy-furrow to the other, his tongue making long swipes up and down. He had a long, fat tongue, a tongue made for licking, a tongue like a dog's. He probed her asshole, slipped his tongue inside it, twisted his tongue from side to side. As he rimmed her, he rubbed his thumbs up and down her cunt slabs, then rotated a thumb against her clit.
Kathy's toes curled. She cooed, rubbing her tits, pinching her nipples. Her pussy contracted, oozing fuck juices onto the boy's freckled face. He slipped his tongue out of her asshole and lapped up her juices as if they were a sweet syrup. His tongue slipped deep into her pussy. His front teeth lightly grated her clit.
"Oh, honey! Oh, baby! Oh, Randy!" Kathy squirmed, nearly laughing from the pleasure the boy was giving her. She churned her ass in his face, feeding him her smoldering pussy, delighting in the slurping, sucking, munching sounds he made as he ate her out. It felt so good she started squealing like a schoolgirl, not caring who heard her.
"I love women!" Randy growled.
He lapped and kissed and sucked, devouring Kathy's crotch, sucking up her tart female juices. Fuck juices dripped from his chin, ran down his neck. Cunt hairs stuck to his face. His blue eyes looked glazed, drunk on the taste and smell of pussy. He licked Kathy's inner thighs, took hold of her feet and started sucking on her toes.
"Oh yes!" Kathy gasped. She'd never had her toes sucked before. The feeling was wild. The boy's toe-sucking intensified the sensations throbbing in her cunt. He gently gnawed on her toes, and his teeth felt electric. Kathy wiggled her toes in his mouth, gouging his lips and tongue with her toenails.
Randy slid back down, plunged his blond head between her legs, mashed his hungry mouth to her pussy, drilled his tongue up her cunthole. His tongue slid in deep, giving her more pleasure than Otto's cock ever had. He probed the sensitive folds and crevices of her juicy fuckhole, each flick of his tongue sending a rush of hot tingles through her loins. She reached down and grabbed his head, tightening her thighs around it as she rocked her loins and fucked his mouth.
"I wanna come!" she moaned, grinding her hairy crotch in the boy's handsome face. He struggled a little, as if in need of air, and Kathy tightened her grip on his head. It excited her to feel the boy struggle. It excited her to grind her horny crotch in his mouth. "Eat me! Suck me!"
The boy gnawed at her clit, fucked his tongue into her deep, licked her out as she'd never been licked out before. Na boy had ever given her such a deep, penetrating tongue-fuck. No boy had ever excited her like this. She crushed his face to her cunt, squeezed hard with her thighs, trying to suck his entire head up her crotch. Her hips rocked, humping, fucking, driving toward orgasm. Her toes clutched with each seething, molten rush of fuck-pleasure that surged through her loins. She started to gasp, to jerk.
"I'm coming, baby! Ohhh yesssss!" She whined as the spasms erupted in her crotch, gasped as her loins exploded with pleasure. "Uhhhhhh, ohhhhhh!"
The boy growled, sucking the fresh flow of hot juices out of her as her pussy spasmed. He sounded as if he were slurping soup from a bowl. His blond head twisted from side to side. His tongue worked madly in her cunt, giving her such intense pleasure that she gnawed on her wrist to keep from screaming.
"Baby!" she gasped. "Oh, darling! Yes, yes!"
When her orgasm finally subsided, the boy pushed her rubbery legs apart and pulled his head away from her cunt. Her juices had leaked down his chest. He leaned over again, licking her crotch and asscrack clean. He wiped his face and mouth with his hand, then licked that clean too. His cock was standing up perfectly straight against his belly as if glued to it. He'd oozed so much fucklube that it was dripping from his balls.
"Now I'm gonna fuck you," he said.
CHAPTER SIX
Kathy had come twice already, but her cunt still ached with need. She felt young again, able to come repeatedly, in need of coming repeatedly, her cunt in a perpetual state of horny desire. Her entire cuntal canal itched. Her asshole itched. Even her womb itched. Her tits throbbed. Her nipples and toes tingled. She groaned deliriously as Randy Chapman positioned her in the middle of the bed, got up over her, and drove her knees to her shoulders.
He gazed into her eyes, his face flushed, sweat dripping from the tip of his freckled nose. "I'm gonna fuck you, lady. I'm gonna shove this big, eleven-inch cock straight up your horny cunt. What do you think of that?"
Bridged over Kathy, his shoulders hooked behind her knees, he rubbed his naked, glowing cockhead up and down between her pussylips, oozing his cocklube onto her clit and into her cuntslit.
Kathy reached up, grabbing him around the upper back, trying to pull him down hard on top of her.
"Do it!" she moaned. "Stick it in me now! I want it!"
The boy resisted. He smirked down at her, dripping sweat on her lips, which she licked off greedily.
"How much will you pay me for it?" he asked. "How much will you pay me to fuck you?"
"Anything!" Kathy panted. "Just stick it in. God, you're driving me nuts!"
"A week's salary?" the boy asked, rubbing his prickhead deeper between her cuntlips.
"Yes!" Kathy moaned. "Oh God, please fuck me!"
No boy had ever done this to her, teased her like this. In the old days, any teasing that was done was done by her.
"A month's salary?"
"Yes," Kathy said. "Anything!"
"A year's salary?" the boy asked, smirking more wickedly.
Kathy hesitated. "How many times will you fuck me for a year's salary?"
"Just once," the boy said.
"Once?"
"One fuck by this eleven-inch prick goes a long way," the boy said. "I'm good at fucking. I do a good job of squirming all over on top of a hot lady with big tits."
Slowly, he eased the entire knob of his cock into the mouth of her cunt. Her pussylips stretched like rubberbands.
"It's so thick!" Kathy gasped. "God, I want it!"
"A year's salary?"
"Yes!" Kathy moaned. "Anything! Anything! Oh, put it in!"
Without wiping the smirk off his face, the cocky teenager forced his prick deeper into her. Half his cock was buried inside her. She writhed, half with pain, half with ecstasy. She didn't think she could take it all.
"More?" the boy asked. "There's about six inches left."
Kathy was gasping, breathing like a woman in labor. She could feel the youth's cock pulsing inside her like a massive, cylindrical heart, twisting inside her like a grinding fist. "More, housekeeper?"
"Go easy!" Kathy whimpered. "Go slow!"
The boy rammed with all his strength, burying all eleven inches of his cock up Kathy's cunt. Her mouth gaped in a silent scream. She saw stars. Far a moment, she almost blacked out. The pain was excruciating, worse than the pain of losing her cherry when she'd been a girl.
"Oh God?" she gasped, her tits heaving, her head twisting from side to side. "I can't take it! I don't think I can take it!"
The boy gnawed on her lips, growled into her mouth, stuck his tongue down her throat, sucked her tongue and drooled spit in her mouth. He bore down on her with all his weight, grinding his cock inside her. "I feel so good inside you, housekeeper! You got such a hot, tight cunt! Man, I ain't never gonna take my cock out of you!"
Kathy raked her fingernails down his back. As she twisted her head from side to side, whining with both pain and pleasure, the youth gnawed into the side of her neck. Kathy's entire body flashed with goosebumps.
"Oh, honey!" she gasped. "You're killing me?"
"But you love it!" the teenager growled.
"You love my eleven-inch cock and my hot, slim body! I'm a sexy rod, ain't I, housekeeper? I'm the sexiest stud you ever fucked, ain't I?"
Kathy hyperventilated and her head swam with dizziness. Her toes clutched so hard as the boy churned his cock inside her that her feet nearly cramped. She dug her fingernails into his hot, silky-smooth back. She clamped her mouth to his, French-kissing him madly as she gazed with lust into his burning eyes. She started to rock her hips, working her cunt on his cock. The boy responded by flexing his cock inside her, then starting to slide it in and out. Kathy thought her pussy was going to turn inside-out. The boy's cock felt like a fist and arm grinding in and out of her.
"Oh, my darling!" she wailed. "Oh God, it's so big, so hard! It's gonna kill me!"
"But you want it, don't you?" the boy said. "You isn't live without it. If I pulled it out now you'd kill yourself, wouldn't you?"
"Yes," Kathy said, locking her ankles around the boy's neck and clutching him to her hot, swollen tits. "I'd kill myself! Don't ever pull it out!"
"I feel so good inside you," the boy said. "All I wanna do is slide this big cock of mine in and out of you forever!"
"Oh, Randy!" Kathy sighed. "Fuck me, baby! Give it to me!"
The boy knew how to fuck, knew exactly how to move his cock to pleasure a woman. Every twist and wiggle and thrust of his cock sent near orgasmic sensations pulsing through Kathy's body. She had never been penetrated so deeply, had never been stuffed so fully with hard cock, had never been fucked by so huge and talented a cock. The enormous fucker slid nearly all the way out of her, making her gasp, then plunged back into her, stuffing her cunt, driving into the mouth of her womb and beyond it, stuffing her very womb to the hilt. The thickness of the youth's cock stretched and massaged the most sensitive folds of Kathy's fluffy-walled cunt chamber. His cock-veins rippled against her cuntlips and over her clit. Warm lube bubbled from his gaping pisshole, dribbling deep into her cunt, mixing with her crotch juices, allowing his cock to slide easily in and out of her with exciting, lubricious sounds. Fuck juices frothed out around the sliding shaft of the youth's prick and trickled down Kathy's crotch and into her asscrack.
"Baby!" Kathy gasped. "Oh baby!"
She rocked her hips to the rhythm of the boy's humping, slid her hands up and down his slender, undulating back. His smooth, sweat oiled body was as slippery and agile as his cock as he writhed and undulated on top of her and in her embrace.
"Do you feel it?" the boy asked. "Do you feel my cock inside you? Does it feel good?"
"I'm in heaven!" Kathy moaned. "I wanna fuck like this forever!"
"I can go as long as you want," the boy said. "I know how to pleasure a lady."
Kathy luxuriated in their fucking. Her toes curled sensuously with each screwing penetration of the boy's cock into the depths of her loins. Her tits swelled like balloons about to burst. Her nipples were hot pokers, searing the boy's smooth chest, rubbing his own nipples and making him groan with pleasure. She contracted her cunt, massaging his cock rhythmically as he sliced it in and out, and he responded by flexing his cock, making it wiggle inside her like a snake, and Kathy gasped, so near to coming that she had to hold her breath. Sensing that she was at the brink of orgasm, the boy paused.
"Take it easy, baby," he said. "Make it last."
"You're an angel," Kathy said. "I wanna marry you."
"You're already married," the boy said. "I'm sliding my cock in your old man's jizz right now."
"I'll divorce him," Kathy said. "I'll do anything."
"Half the ladies in town wanna marry me," the boy said. "But I ain't the marrying kind. I need a fresh, new piece of ass about six times a day. Besides, this cock of mine would wear out one lady's cunt in about two days. Then she'd be shot for life."
Kathy could believe that. She wondered if she'd be able to walk straight once the kid pulled his cock out of her. Her cunt muscles were being worked over like never before. Despite her pleasure, the stretch she felt in her cunthole and womb still bordered on pain.
The boy pushed her legs off his shoulders and she slid them down and locked them around his lower back and ass. His cock penetrated her womb even deeper as he lay fully out on top of her, kissing her, rubbing himself against her, wiggling and churning his cock in her cunt.
"I love being stuck on a hot woman," the boy said. "Stuck on a hot woman and stuck in a hot woman. I like ladies better than girls. Girls are such smart-asses. They think they're such hot stuff, but they don't know how to fuck. Their pussies ain't ripe and experienced like the cunts of women. There ain't nothing like the pussy of a woman who really wants it, who really digs a hot prick!"
"Oh, Randy, fuck me!"
Kathy writhed under the sweaty youth, crazy with desire. The boy's dirty talk drove her nuts. She imagined him fucking other women, and for some reason that idea stimulated her instead of making her jealous. He was a shameless, filthy-minded young stud, and for the moment at least he was all hers.
"Give it to me, baby, make me come!"
The boy smiled. "I'm about ready to come myself. I'll come whenever you do. As soon as your pussy goes off, my cock will start creaming."
Bracing his elbows on the mattress, shoving his hands under Kathy's shoulders and crushing down on top of her, the boy humped with rotating motions of his loins and screwing motions of his cock. His cock sliced with hard, deep strokes, each penetration making Kathy gasp and arch up against him. He gnawed the side of her neck, drenched her in his sweat and male scent, drove his uncut cock into her with a relentless grinding motion. In seconds, Kathy was again on the verge of orgasm.
"I'm close!" Kathy gasped. "Oh, baby, I'm so close!"
The boy covered her mouth with his mouth, slid his tongue into her throat as he plunged his cock in her cunt. His blue eyes stared straight into her eyes, looking straight into her mind, sensing with her excruciating pleasure. She gazed back into his eyes, able to sense his ecstasy. His body melted into hers and his eyes glazed over. His cock plunged to the hilt up her cunt, quivering like a volcano on the verge of an eruption. Her eyes and his eyes rolled back at the same moment, and as her pussy exploded, his first hot spurts splashed in her womb.
"Ahhhhhhh!" he groaned. "Yeahhhhh!"
He writhed on top of her, his willowy body undulating and bucking, his cock jerking and spurting inside her. Each scalding stream of spunk splashed deep in Kathy's pussy and made her gasp.
"I'm coming!" she moaned. "Oh baby, it feels so good!"
She tore at the boy's back with her fingernails, clawed his asscheeks with her toenails. Her cunt spasmed with each flex and spurt of his massive cock. It was as if each ejaculation sent a surge of electricity into Kathy's loins. Her entire body jerked and she tossed her head from side to side.
"Uhhhhhh!" the boy grunted. "Ohhh, yeahhhh!"
He was delirious, humping and spurting out of control. Only Kathy's passionate embrace kept him mounted firmly on top of her, his chest pressed to her tits, his belly smacking against her belly.
"Oh shit, yeahhhh!"
"Give it to me!" Kathy panted. "Shoot it!" Their mutual spasms continued long after Kathy had expected them to end. The boy shot so much cum into her that by the time he was finished, the spunk was leaking out of her pussy and down her crotch. When their orgasms finally subsided, he collapsed on her as if dead, and she stroked his back, caressed his blond head, their fuck-organs throbbing with aftershocks.
"I've never been fucked like that," Kathy said.
Randy grunted.
"You were fantastic," Kathy said. "Do you hear me, stud? Fantastic!"
The boy lay motionless, breathing deeply. He drooled on her shoulder from a slack mouth and Kathy realized he was asleep. She kissed him and relaxed, letting him doze on top of her.
"Poor baby," she said, stroking his blond head. "All fucked out."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Kathy opened her eyes slowly and with effort. She didn't want to get up, and yet she sensed she had to. She had the feeling that she'd overslept. She had to get breakfast on the table for Otto or he'd throw a fit.
She looked around the room. It wasn't her bedroom. And the light was somehow all wrong. Through the window the day looked ripe and golden, the light of late afternoon instead of early morning. She closed her eyes and opened them again.
Where am I? she thought. I must be dreaming. She looked around the room again, spotting the mess all over the floor. She spotted the rubber sex-doll, and she remembered. She wasn't at home at all, she was in Randy Chapman's bedroom.
She dropped her legs off the edge of the bed and struggled to sit up. Her cunt ached. She felt as if she'd been run over by a truck. Her fuck session with Randy Chapman had worn her out more than she'd realized.
"Randy," she called quietly. "Randy!"
Still no answer. The house was dead quiet. The boy's skateboard was gone from where it had been resting against the dresser. How long had he been gone? Kathy wondered. Minutes? Hours? He'd climbed off her, had grabbed his skateboard, and had left her discarded in his bedroom like his rubber sex-doll. Where was he now -- out fucking other married women? By now he might have fucked several more women. The day was late.
Kathy forced herself to get up. She groaned as she tried to walk. Getting dressed was a struggle. All the muscles of her loins and the muscles of her thighs had been stretched and strained. She wasn't used to hard fucking, and never before had she been fucked by an eleven-inch cock. Seven inches, maybe eight, were the largest cocks she'd ever fucked in high school.
She began to straighten up Randy's room, but gave up after a minute. This was no job for her to tackle today. She picked up the rubber sexdoll and dropped it on his bed. It looked dead, nothing like it had looked as Randy had screwed it. It was as if the boy's cock sliding in and out of it had brought it to life. Now it was just a life-size manikin, a rubber toy. Randy's cum had dried between its legs and on its cunt. Only the Vaseline between its cuntlips gave evidence that it had recently been used.
Downstairs, Kathy saw that it was already five o'clock. She'd slept the day away. Luckily, tonight was one of Otto's bowling nights. He wouldn't be home for dinner, and probably not until after eleven o'clock. Still, she had to work fast if she was going to get her work done here before Lois or Fred Chapman came home. She had the breakfast dishes still to do, plus a bed to make, rooms to tidy up and dust, and at least two loads of clothes to wash. She groaned when she tried to move fast. She was waddling like a duck after Randy Chapman's hard fucking.
She managed to get everything done in the kitchen and master bedroom, then went down to the basement to do the wash. There was a TV to watch in the basement laundry room, and she switched it on as the washer rhythmically sloshed. She settled down to watch the evening news, giving her aching body a well-deserved rest.
At least I'm being well paid for all this work, she mused, and then she remembered having promised Randy Chapman a year's salary in exchange for his stud services. He surely wouldn't hold her to that promise, would he? How could she? She really had nothing to worry about -- she hoped. She put the ridiculous worry out of her mind and turned her attention back to the TV.
An hour later, as she dragged the wash back upstairs, she nearly ran into a man in the kitchen. He was making himself a drink, which he nearly dropped when Kathy suddenly appeared.
"Excuse me," Kathy said. "You must be Mr. Chapman. I'm Kathy Finn, the new housekeeper."
"You startled me," the man said. "I'm Fred Chapman, pleased to meet you, Miss Finn. Won't you join me in a drink?"
"Mrs. Finn," Kathy said. "As for that drink, I'd love one, but I really should finish up here and be getting home."
The man looked Kathy over, his eyes lingering on heir bare feet -- Kathy still hadn't put her shoes back on -- then took the clothes basket out of her hands and set it down.
"I insist you join me," he said. "I won't take no for an answer. I hate to drink alone. Lois won't be home until at least ten, and more likely not until midnight. You must be neighborly and share a drink with me."
Kathy knew she couldn't argue with the man. Besides, she found herself looking over Fred Chapman as intently as he'd looked over her. He was a handsome man, tall, dark, and well built. She could see where Randy had got his handsomeness, but not his blandness.
Fred Chapman finished preparing the drinks, then excused himself for a few minutes and returned to the kitchen wearing nothing but scanty swim trunks. He had a muscular torso and a hairy chest, which Kathy had the almost irresistible urge to stoke.
"Shall we?" Fred asked.
He led her out back, onto the patio, and they relaxed on chaise lounges, sipping their drinks and basking in the warm, late-afternoon sun.
Kathy liked the private, intimate setting. The back yard was completely fenced in and hedged in. A person could freely sunbathe nude out here, Kathy mused with a smile.
"Why the mischievous smile?" Fred Chapman asked. "What were you thinking?"
"You're very perceptive," Kathy said. "But it's nothing to talk about."
"Let me be the judge of that," Fred said. "Come on now, out with it."
"I'd rather not."
"Out with it," Fred Chapman said. "I'll hold you hostage until you tell me."
"I was simply thinking that this back yard is perfectly private, the kind of back yard I'd like to have."
"And? What else?"
"And that one could sunbathe out here in complete privacy."
"By that you mean in the nude," Fred Chapman said.
Kathy flushed. "Well, yes!"
"I do it all the time," Fred Chapman said. "In fact, every evening after work I sunbathe out here in the nude, at least when the sun is high like this in summer."
"Oh," Kathy said, stunned by the man's bold admission.
"Of course, I only do it when Lois isn't home. She would be scandalized. But then, Lois is never home. I see her about two minutes a week-awake, anyway. We sleep in the same bed, but she never spends a moment in bed that she isn't sleeping. She's a very efficient work machine, my Lois. Work is her life. To relax as we're doing, even for five minutes, would kill her. She couldn't do it. She considers everything but work a complete waste of time. And I mean everything."
"I see," Kathy said.
Fred finished his drink and poured himself another one out of the pitcher. He topped off Kathy's glass too.
"I can't tell you how nice it is to come home from work and share a drink with you, Mrs. Finn. Tell me about your husband."
"He likes to work, read the newspaper, and go bowling," Kathy said. "He also likes to eat. He used to be an athlete, a football player. Now he has trouble hauling himself up a flight of stairs."
"One must exercise regularly to stay fit," said Fred Chapman. He whacked his flat abdomen, which was solid as a rock. "I work out at the spa. And when I sunbathe out here I do a few gymnastic exercises."
He set down his glass, walked out onto the grass, and sprang into a handstand.
Kathy was amazed.
In his inverted position, Fred smile at her, his face flushed with blood, then started doing handstand press-ups. After ten press-ups, he sprang back to his feet.
Kathy clapped, laughing.
"Thank you," Fred said, taking a bow. He looked slightly drunk -- about as drunk as Kathy felt. "Now, my dear, would you care to join me in some sunbathing?"
He snatched a large beach blanket off the patio table and spread it on the grass in the sunshine.
"Well, I don't know," Kathy said, shocked as the man peeled off his swim trunks with his back to her and flopped face-down onto the blanket.
"Feels wonderful," Fred Chapman said. "Of course, I'm not going to force you if you'd rather not."
He laid his head on his forearms as if he was going to doze off.
Kathy gulped down the rest of her drink, her eyes on Fred Chapman's muscled body. The alcohol made her feel reckless. Standing, she reached up under her skirt and peeled off her panties. They were moist in the crotch, and she realized her pussy was already getting greasy between the lips. Her dress came off over her head and her tits jiggled free in the sunshine. A moment later she was lying beside Fred Chapman on the blanket, her heart pounding madly.
He turned his head and looked at her. "Welcome to my private sunbathing spot, Mrs. Finn. Do you mind if I call you Kathy?"
"Go right ahead," Kathy said.
"And please call me Fred," the man said. He flipped over onto his back, and Kathy immediately saw his massive, throbbing erection. He covered his eyes with the back of his hand, as if to shadow them from the sun.
Kathy was trembling. The man's cock, though nowhere near as large as the cock of his son, was nevertheless huge. It was also uncut, and bulging with veins. His hairy balls resembled the balls of a bull. He spread his legs wider. His balls moved restlessly in their sac and his cock throbbed rhythmically against his abdomen, the head of it pecking at his navel.
Kathy felt daring.
"You want a blowjob?" she asked. The words flew from her mouth without a moment's thought or hesitation, set free by the alcohol in her blood. The moment she said, them, she felt like jumping up and running away.
"I'd love one," Fred Chapman said, and Kathy couldn't believe her ears.
She crawled between his legs. Her cunt throbbed, its soreness miraculously gone. She lay on her belly between his legs and began to lick his balls. They tasted musky and sweaty and their scent made her drunker than the alcohol had.
"You have such big balls," she said. "I love big, hairy balls."
Fred uncovered his eyes and looked down at her. He stroked her head. "You're my kind of woman, Kathy Finn."
He bent his cock up, away from his belly, and rubbed its lube-slick knob on her face. His foreskin was peeled back, and his naked cockhead glowed, searing Kathy's cheeks and nose. She groaned, nuzzling his cock up and down, nibbling it with her lips, lapping it with her dripping tongue.
"And I love cock!" she growled. "A big horny prick!"
She took the man's cock away from him and went down on it, devouring it all the way to his balls. He had eight, thick inches, but after deepthroating Randy's eleven inches Kathy easily took Fred's eight.
Fred arched up, grinding his cock in her throat, his two hands stroking her head. "Oh, baby, you know how to suck! Where have you been all my life, darling? Mmmmm, suck that cock!"
Kathy bobbed her head, her lips smacking up and down the length of the man's cock, her tongue twirling wetly at the underside of his prick-knob. His cockhead had a sweet, mild flavor, nothing like the raunchy-tasting cockhead of his son, and Kathy delighted in sucking on it. Her knob-work drove the man crazy. He arched up, gasping, his prick throbbing and bucking as if it was going to jump out of Kathy's mouth and hit the ceiling.
"Ohhhh yeahhhh! Blow it, you hot-mouthed bitch! Man, I ain't never had a blowjob like this!" He let her suck for a few more seconds, then pulled her mouth off his cock. "If you don't go easy I'm gonna explode! Get up over me and I'll lick your pussy! We'll sixty-nine!"
Facing the man's feet, Kathy straddled him and shoved her ass in his face. He growled like a hungry dog, wrapping his arms around her voluptuous ass and crushing her cunt to his mouth. His nose rubbed in her asscrack, nuzzling her asshole. He inhaled deeply, getting high on her female aroma.
"I'd rather eat bitch ass than any food in the world," he said.
He spread her asscheeks, spread her cuntlips, and with lusting moans began slurping up and down her asscrack and cuntslit, cleaning out her tasty female clefts, eating out her asshole and pussy. His cock flopped round on his belly like a fish out of water, and Kathy fell forward, grabbing it and going down on it.
"Ohhhh yeahhhhh!" he groaned. "Suck it!" Kathy's ass throbbed. Each flick of the man's tongue at her tender clefts sent itchy, elastic tingles up her asshole and through her cunt. She sucked cock to the rhythm of the sensations pulsing through her loins and it felt as if her own sucking was causing the feelings in her body. An electric sex-current flowed through the two of them, their coupled bodies forming a closed pleasure-circuit.
"Mmmmm, pussy!" the man moaned, the tongue slurping nonstop, Kathy's fuck juices running into his mouth. "Hot, juicy bitch!"
He rubbed his nose in her cunt, nibbled on her clit, licked her asshole and worked his tongue up into it.
"Eat it!" Kathy growled, grinding her ass in the man's mouth. She tickled and massaged and scratched his nuts. She shoved a hand down between his asscheeks and worked a finger up his asshole. As she blew him, her head bobbing, her lips smacking, she fingerfucked his tight, burning shithole.
"You know all the tricks, don't you, baby?" Fred plastered his mouth to Kathy's cunt, sliding his tongue up into her, rubbing his nose at her crotch. At the same time, he twisted a finger up her asshole, fingerfucking her just as she was finger fucking him.
Kathy saw stars. She groaned deliriously. She sucked hard for the man's cum, her tongue churning at his pleasure-strand, her finger sliding in and out of his clutching shithole. She felt the meaty knot in his asshole swelling up, enlarging as his orgasm neared.
Fred Chapman squirmed, his toes clutching, his cock grinding in Kathy's mouth. He shoved has nose and tongue so deep between her cuntlips that Kathy thought his head would be sliding into her next. His finger twisted in her asshole, buried in her to the hilt. She wiggled her ass in his face, cunt-fucking his mouth, ass-fucking his finger. He began to tremble, to shudder, and his cock swelled in Kathy's mouth. The flesh knot in his asshole ballooned and contracted.
"Ughhhhhh!" he grunted. "Aghhhhh!" He arched up, driving his cock down Kathy's throat and gagging her as his jism erupted. Kathy's throat and mouth filled in seconds, and cum ran out onto the man's contracting balls. Kathy swallowed, gulping as much cum as she could manage. Her body tingled in every turgid cell. Her ass and tits swelled. Her clit squirmed against the man's sliding tongue. As he licked out her pussy and finger-reamed her asshole, she went into ecstasy. Her body jerked with sexual electricity and she writhed against the muscular body of the man under her.
Fred spurted and Kathy swallowed. Kathy spasmed and Fred guzzled down the tart fuck juices that dribbled from her clutching, shuddering cunt. Both his toes and her toes curled in unison as the ecstasy swept through their bodies in rhythmic surges. They ate each other until every orgasmic twinge had passed from their inflamed fuck-organs. Then Fred rolled Kathy off himself onto the sun-warmed blanket.
He kissed her ass.
"Baby, you make me feel so good," he said. "I can make you feel even better," Kathy said.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Fred Chapman, though ten years older than Kathy's husband Otto, had a million times Otto's sexual stamina. Even after Kathy had sucked Fred off, his cock remained bone-hard, and he was ready to go again in minutes.
"You're my kind of woman," Fred said as Kathy straddled him. He lay flat on his back, letting Kathy take charge. As she bent his cock up and inserted it between her cuntlips, he reached up to play with her swollen, jiggling tits.
"What a set of tits you got, girl!"
Kathy giggled. With a wiggle of her loins, she screwed herself straight down on the man's rigid, upright cock. All eight inches disappeared inside her, and she rubbed her ass against his balls.
"Oh Christ!" he groaned, his eyes rolling -- and Kathy's eyes rolled too.
She rested atop him, motionless, luxuriating in the feeling of his cock throbbing inside her. He flexed his cock and she squeezed with her cunt.
"Baby!" he moaned. "You got one hot pussy!"
She began slowly to grind her cunt on his cock. Her slick juices dribbled out, trickling like hot sap over his hairy, swollen balls. She smiled at the expressions of tortured pleasure on his face. He pinched her nipples.
"Ooooh, Daddy!" she growled. "Squeeze 'em!"
Fred juggled her heavy, lust-swollen tits. As she screwed her cunt faster up and down his cock, he humped upward, grinding his cock up into her. Her ass bounced against his juice-wet balls. She and Fred moaned in unison, their fuck-organs squishing together with juicy, lubricious noises.
Kathy was panting. As she jerked up and down, her tits flapped. When she closed her eyes she imagined herself young again, riding the blood-engorged cock of some sweaty teenaged stud. The fantasy made her smile. She opened her eyes to see Fred Chapman smiling back at her.
"You fuck just like a frisky teenager," he said. "But you've got the ripe cunt of an experienced woman."
"I love to fuck," Kathy said. "I could fuck all day."
"So could I," Fred said.
Kathy laughed. Keeping the man's cock securely anchored in her cunt, she rowed her body, turning completely around until she was facing him again. His eyes were spinning.
"Oh Christ, what a trick!" he panted. "Do that again!"
Kathy performed another pirouette on his cock, then another, and another. Each time she screwed a complete circle on his fat, eight-inch fuckrod, Fred Chapman's eyes nearly popped out.
"If you do that one more time, I'll come!" he gasped.
"So will I," Kathy said. "It feels just as good to me as it does to you."
"You wanna come?"
"Not yet," Kathy said. "I like to make it last."
"So do I," Fred said.
How unlike Otto this man was. Kathy wished she were married to him instead of to Otto.
Fred held up his arms and Kathy fell forward into his embrace. She lay flat out on him, her cunt still wrapped around his cock, and she kissed him deeply, rubbing her tits to his chest as her tongue flapped in his mouth. Their kisses made their fuck-organs contract in unison.
"What a mind," Fred growled, his hands stroking up and down Kathy's back as she squirmed in his arms. "What a hot, silky, delicious cunt!"
He licked her nose, nibbled her jaw, kissed her neck, bit her ear.
Kathy rocked her loins, working her pussy on his cock. Her skin, though hot, flashed periodically with goosebumps and she shivered. Fred rubbed her ass, fingered her moist ass-cleft, massaged her itchy asshole. Kathy squirmed.
"Do you like getting it up the ass?" Fred asked.
"I don't know," Kathy said. "You've never been ass fucked?"
"No," said Kathy.
"You must try it one of these days," Fred Chapman said. "I knew girls -- before I got married, of course -- who came to prefer taking it up the ass." He twisted the tip of his finger into her asshole. "I bet you'd love it."
Kathy tightened her asscheeks, clamping her asshole on the man's probing finger. The thought of taking a cock up her asshole both thrilled and terrified her.
Fred pulled his finger out of her.
"Maybe we'll try it later," he said. "If you're up to it."
Kathy sat up again. The man's suggestive talk excited her as much as scared her, and now she wanted to come. She braced her hands on his muscular chest and bounced her ass up and down, tightening her cunt on his cock with each screwing downstroke.
"Ohhhh yesss!" Fred groaned, his eyes bugging out. "Ride that thing, girl!" His cock strained upward, growing fatter and harder, nearly splitting out of its skin.
Kathy found that by leaning forward slightly as she rode, she could keep her clit in hot contact with the man's marble-smooth cockshaft, and needles of electricity surged through her clit nonstop. The intense, raw stimulation made her almost scream, but she fucked hard and relentlessly.
When she fucked, her pain and pleasure were so like each other that she couldn't tell one from the other. She craved sensation, as much intense, raw sensation as she could get, even if it tortured her.
Fred writhed, humping and grinding his loins, fucking his cock in her rapidly sliding cuntsheath. He twisted his head from side to side, groaning as if he were being whipped.
"Fuck me!" he growled. "Ride me!"
"Fuck meeee!" Kathy moaned. "Ooooh, Fred!"
"Kathy, baby, let's come!"
"Cream me!" Kathy moaned. "Ohhhh, Fred!"
The man responded instantly. Driving his cock up her crotch like an over-sized railroad spike, he groaned loudly and ejaculated. "Ahhhh!"
Kathy squealed. She loved the feel of hot spunk squirting and splashing inside her. She loved the feel of a hot cock bucking and shuddering in her pussy. The big, cock was electric. It shot current in addition to cum. Kathy grabbed her tits and squeezed. Her tits rolled back and she came.
"Ohhhhh!" she whined. "I'm coming!"
Each fierce round of spasms made her gasp.
Her fuck juices frothed out around Fred's bucking cock and drenched his hairy, jizz-pumping balls.
Fred grabbed her, yanked her down on top of him, wrapped his arms and legs around her and humped against her, squeezing spunk and pleasure through his cock and into her pussy. He stroked her hair, stroked her back, breathed hotly into her ear. Kathy melted in his arms, melted into his body.
"I love it!" she purred. "Oh, Fred, hold me and fuck me!"
Fred gasped under her, spurting cum up her cunt.
CHAPTER NINE
Kathy walked home in a daze. She'd been fucked so many times today by the two Chapman males that she felt drunk, euphoric, dizzy. She made it home on automatic pilot, her legs carrying her there as her mind floated in another world, a world of big cocks and spurting jizz. She'd been exhausted when she left the Chapman house, but by the time she got home she was horny again. Her pussylips squished between her legs, Fred Chapman's greasy cum oozing out between them. If she hadn't been wearing panties under her skirt, the cum would have teen running down the insides of her thighs.
The sun was low in the west, almost ready to set. The air was cooling off. Kathy was ready for a good soak in a hot tub and a lazy jerk-off as she tried to sort out in her mind the events of the day. She was glad Otto wouldn't be home for hours yet, probably not until after she'd gone to bed. She didn't want to face Otto anymore today and to listen to his usual grumbling about how so-and-so had fucked things up at work again.
She was standing on her front porch, inserting her key into the lock, when she heard the familiar sound of a skateboard behind her and turned to see Randy Chapman sliding up her front walk. His skin was browner than this morning, and Kathy guessed he'd spent much of the afternoon in the sun. He stopped at the bottom step of Kathy's porch and jumped off his board.
"Your husband home?" he asked.
"Not yet," Kathy said.
The boy snatched up his skateboard. "Good, then I'm inviting myself in."
Kathy looked around for any neighbors out as side watching. She saw none, but that didn't mean people weren't watching her through their windows. What would they think if she took the tall, nearly nude teenager into her home?
"I don't know," Kathy said.
"Sure you do," the boy said. "Besides, you owe me a year's salary, and I'm here to start collecting on it."
"I haven't been paid anything yet," Kathy said.
"Then I'll have to collect in other ways than money," said the boy. He tossed the shaggy blond hair out of his eyes and gave her a suggestive leer.
Kathy opened the door and they both slipped inside.
The boy dropped his skateboard in the hallway. In two seconds, he'd peeled off his cutoffs. His cock dangled semi-hard over his fat balls, ten inches long on the hang. Kathy shivered when she saw it.
"Take off your clothes," the boy said.
Kathy couldn't believe what was happening. She'd never dreamed that one day she'd be alone with a naked teenage stud in her home, in Otto's home. As she undressed, her body flushed with heat and her lust-red face broke out in a sweat. The idea of fucking Randy Chapman in her own home increased her excitement. Her tits were still swollen from her sexual encounter with the boy's father. Fred Chapman's cum trickled like warm syrup down her inner thighs.
"You are one hot woman," Randy Chapman said, groping her snatch. He dropped to his knees in front of her. "I fucked five other women after I fucked you this morning, but you're the hottest."
He nuzzled her cuntlips, then kissed her furry muff. His thumbs rubbed in the cum leaking down her legs.
"You been fucked since I left you too," the boy said. "Your husband been fucking you?"
"No," Kathy lied. She wasn't about to admit to the boy that she'd been fucking his own father.
"I thought you and your old man didn't fuck much."
"We don't," Kathy said. "But some days we fuck more than usual, and today was one of those days."
The boy looked at her suspiciously. He stood up, then pushed her to her knees in front of him.
"Smell it," he said. "What's it smell like?" The boy's cock was fully erect now, throbbing rhythmically and dripping lube.
"Smells like a cunt," Kathy said.
"Like a half-dozen cunts -- including yours," Randy said. "Like I told you, I don't ever wash my prick. I like it to sop up the cuntjuice like a sponge." He pressed his dripping cockhead to Kathy's lips and forced it into her mouth. "What's it taste like?"
"Pussy," Kathy said, although her mouth was too stuffed for the word to be intelligible.
"Suck it," the boy said, and Kathy sucked. The kid's prick was tart with pussycream, its lube sweet like sap. Kathy relished the tastes and smells. Her head bobbed and more and more of the boy's eleven inches slid down her gullet as her throat reined. Randy put his hands on his hips, gently thrusting, working his cock farther and farther into her mouth.
"Man, I love the feeling!" the youth moaned. "I can never get enough of this feeling. Lick under the head, where it feels best!"
Kathy's tongue twirled.
"Ohhhh yeahhhh!" the lust-crazy boy sighed, his prick bucking in Kathy's mouth and his filthy toes curling against the floor.
Kathy started sucking in earnest, hungry for the boy's spunk. He let her suck hard for half a while, then hauled his cock out other throat and pulled her to her feet.
"I don't warms come yet," he said.
He crushed her in his arms, rubbing his chest to her tits, and he kissed her. His tongue dripped saliva down her throat.
Kathy squirmed against him, moaning. Her hand slipped down and stroked his huge cock. She slipped it between her thighs, letting the boy slide it in his dad's slippery cum.
"I could come like this," the boy said, fucking his horny cock between her thighs. "Man, I'm always so fucking horny I can come just about any way!"
His cock swelled, pulsing wildly as his lust mounted.
"I wanna be fucked," Kathy said. "Don't you wanna fuck me, stud?"
Her pussy throbbed, drooling cum and cuntjuice on the boy's sliding prick.
The boy grinned lecherously. He squatted slightly, slid his dickhead between Kathy's cuntlips, and impaled her on his cock. She gasped as all eleven inches of hard prick disappeared up her cunt.
"Yeahhhh!" the boy sighed. "Hot juicy pussy."
Kathy clung to him, her arms around his neck as he fucked her standing up. His hot hands grabbed her ass, spreading her asscheeks. Driving upward, he plunged his cock in and out of her sizzling, juice-dripping pussy.
"Ahhhh, yeahhhh!" he moaned, and Kathy moaned with him. "I love the feeling!"
Fuckjuices trickled over the youth's smooth balls. He dipped his finger in them and spread them up Kathy's asscrack. His slick finger slipped into Kathy's asshole. Her eyes rolled back and she groaned.
"Oh, baby, fuck me!" she panted. "Make me come, honey, make me feel it!"
Smirking, the boy rammed her, his hard cock rubbing against her clit and driving her to the brink of ecstasy. His massive prickhead plunged in and out of her womb, fucking her so deep she squealed. His finger continued twisting in her asshole.
"I'm so close!" Kathy moaned. "Just a littie more!"
She squirmed in the boy's arms, her pussy about to explode.
"Not yet," the boy said, and he pulled his cock out of her.
Kathy groaned as the near orgasm sank back in her loins. "I was almost there!"
The boy spun her around, turning her away from him.
"I want you from behind," he said. He forced her down to her hands and knees and dropped down behind her. "I want a piece of your hot ass!"
Kathy was so delirious with desire that she wiggled her ass and gibbered.
"You animal!" she cried. "You think I'm a mare, you big, horny stallion?"
The boy laughed. He reached between her legs and smeared cunt-cream and jism up between her asscheeks. He smeared his juice-greased cock up and down her asscrack. He mashed his red-hot cockhead to her asshole ad pushed.
"What're you doing?" Kathy asked, not quite comprehending the boy's intentions. "What..."
The boy's cockhead slipped into her asshole. Half his cock followed and Kathy thought her pelvis would explode. She screamed and the boy clapped his hand over her mouth.
"Take it easy!" he growled. "Don't fight it or it'll rip you up! You're gonna get eleven inches up the asshole, so you'd better relax!"
Kathy writhed, her eyes wide, her teeth gnawing the boy's fingers. His cock throbbed like a big fist in her asshole. It felt as if her asshole had split.
Randy leaned into her, driving a few more inches of cock up her asshole. Kathy arched her back, gasping, quivering from scalp to toes. She was going to die! She'd never felt such pain.
"Stick a finger up your cunt and jerk off," the boy said. He had to take one of her arms and guide her hand up between her legs. "Stick a finger in, damn it! Play with yourself." He jerked her hand to get it moving. "Feel better?"
He leaned forward and the remaining length of his eleven-inch cock fucked to the hilt up Kathy's asshole.
Panting, gasping, Kathy fingerfucked herself rapidly. As she rubbed pleasure into her pussy, the pain in her asshole diminished. The boy gave her a full minute to relax with his cock motionless inside her, then started to slide it in and out slowly, gradually increasing the length and tempo of his thrusts.
"Oh, baby, you got such a hot, tight ass!" he groaned. "There ain't nothing I like better than a hot, tight asshole to slide my cock in. I like asshole better than pussy!"
His cock was like a greased rattlesnake plunging in and out of her, its tip striking at the pit of her asshole and spitting electric venom into her guts. As he fucked her, the pain she'd initially felt changed to pleasure, and soon she stopped masturbating, allowing the boy's cock in her asshole to give her all the pleasure she needed.
"Ohhhh, Randy!" she moaned. "Give it to me, you big horny stud! Oh God, this is great! Fuck my asshole, you horny bastard! Ream me out, you hot-cocked devil!"
Randy chuckled.
"I told you you'd love it once you got used to it," he said. "I ain't met a lady yet who didn't go ape over my cock up her ass -- once she got used to it! Even if I make 'em bleed at first, they start liking it after a while!"
Kathy squirmed, rotating her ass, churning her asshole on the boy's rigid, eleven-inch prick. She loved the feel of it sliding in and out of her. As his hard belly collided with her ass, she gasped. His belly smacked rhythmically against her ass like a clapping hand. His cock, greased with cum and pussycream, made squishing sounds in her clutching, sucking asshole.
"Uh, uh, uh!" Kathy grunted. Each thrust of the youth's cock sent a jolt of pleasure through her body. She was amazed that her asshole was as sensitive to fucking as was her cunt. Now it was as if she had two cunts, one between her thighs, the other between her asscheeks. "Ohhhh, fuck me!"
"Bitch-baby!" the boy growled. "Hot fucking bitch asshole! Oh man, I'm gonna blow your head off when I shoot!"
He dug his fingernails into her asscheeks, tightening his grip on her hips and jerking her back at him as he fucked into her. He was fucking so hard that he was grinding his teeth.
"Yeahhhh!" he growled. "Yeah, yeah, yeahhhh!"
Kathy tossed her head deliriously. She glanced over her shoulder, watching the boy's arm-like cock fuck up her asshole again and again. All the muscles of his tanned torso stood out, gleaming with sweat and rippling. All his male sex-energy flowed to his cock and streamed into her body. He wasn't coming yet, but she could feel his electric lust flowing into her.
"I want it now!" she growled. "I want the jizm. Shoot it, baby, come on shoot it!"
"You ready to come?" the youth panted.
"Any second!" Kathy gasped. "Oh, baby, quick!"
Churning his loins wildly, the boy drove his cock to the hilt up her asshole. The moment his cock hit bottom, his jism spurted. Wads of sizzling spunk splashed in the depths of Kathy's guts. The boy's cock shuddered and flexed, nearly lifting Kathy's knees off the floor. As he whined with ecstasy, Kathy whined with him.
Her own orgasm burst within her and her asshole chewed up the boy's jizz-spitting prick.
She wiggled her fucked ass, grinding her spasming asshole on the boy's sliding, coming cock.
"Cream me! Squirt me full!"
The boy seemed to shoot quarts. He caught some of the fresh spunk and showed it to Kathy, who greedily sucked it off his fingers.
"Cum hungry bitch," he said. "Can't get enough cum, can you, housekeeper?"
As Kathy's orgasm subsided all the strength left her and her arms and legs folded under her. She collapsed forward onto the floor, and the horny youth, still humping, crashed down on top of her. She lay under him, moaning as he continued to fuck her after they'd both stopped coming.
"Mmmmm, yesss!" Kathy sighed, and she dozed off.
When she awoke -- maybe minutes later, maybe an hour -- it was getting dark. Randy Chapman was still mounted on her back, his sweat-drenched body undulating and thrusting, his massive cock reaming out her asshole. He had his teeth sunk into the back of her neck and he was growling like a tomcat. Kathy awakened just in time to feel his cum explode in her guts.
"Uhhhhh!" he groaned, lying with his full weight on Kathy as his loins bucked and his cock spurted. As his pleasure reached a peak his teeth sank so deeply into Kathy's neck that he almost drew blood. "Ahhhhh!"
His cock finally softened inside her.
"I'm wiped out!" he groaned. To Kathy's surprise, instead of falling asleep on top of her, the boy struggled to his feet and wedged himself into his cutoffs. "I'm starved! Gotta get home!"
Kathy watched through her front window as her teenaged lover skateboarded home in the dusk. Her tongue flicked between her lips. She was salivating.
CHAPTER TEN
The next morning Kathy could hardly wait for Otto to have his orgasm and get off her. Instead of squirming under him as she usually did, rocking her loins and begging him to fuck her, trying to get herself off, she lay motionless under him, half asleep, more bored by his fucking than stimulated by it. After fucking Randy Chapman's eleven inches, she could hardly feel Otto's cock inside her, and his paunchy body nearly smothered her. She wished he would come and get it over with.
"Oh God, uh, ah!" Otto grunted, more vocal than usual.
He was panting, getting winded because he'd been humping for over a minute and still hadn't managed an orgasm.
"Squeeze it!" he gasped, and the moment Kathy tightened her cunt, he shot off into her. "Ohhhh!"
Kathy felt his prick twitching inside her as his cum oozed into her pussyhole. She sighed with relief as he rolled off her and gave her some air. Otto muttered something about her being loose and waddled off to the bathroom.
A half hour later, after Otto had finally left for work, Kathy put on shorts, a blouse, and sandals, and headed for the Chapmans'. She prayed Randy Chapman was still at home. Her pussy and asshole throbbed with need for his big stud-cock.
She let herself in the front door.
"Anybody home?" she called. She checked out the master bedroom and the entire downstairs. Both Fred and Lois Chapman had apparently left for work. Kicking off her sandals, she climbed the stairs. Be home, Randy, she thought. Please be home.
The boy was home, but sound asleep. He lay sprawled across his bed, stark naked, looking grubbier and sexier than ever. His semi-hard cock lay to one side, curled over the edge of his hip. Kathy stood in his bedroom doorway, geting high on the sight and scent of him. Automatically, her hands unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off. She peeled down her shorts and let them drop to the floor with her blouse. She clutched her aching pussy, sliding her fingers in Otto's cum, which was oozing between her swollen cuntlips.
She stepped over the mess on the floor and dropped to her knees beside Randy's bed. He had one arm thrown up over his head, and Kathy sniffed his armpit. The male scent drove her nuts. She nuzzled down and kissed his nipple. His breath caught a little, and his nose twitched. She moved down to sniff his cock, which she found reeked of pussy and sweat. Carefully, she peeled down the boy's foreskin and kissed his naked cockhead.
Randy's toes wiggled and he mumbled something in his sleep. His dick started to swell.
Kathy reached between her legs. Contracting her cunt she squeezed out Otto's cum into her hand. She rubbed the cum onto Randy's cockhead and smeared it down his prickshaft.
"Yeahhhh!" the boy sighed, still asleep, and he humped a few times.
Kathy smiled. She enjoyed playing with the sleeping boy. She rubbed more of Otto's cum on Randy's balls and worked some down into his asscrack. She dabbed cum on the boy's nipples and toes, as if anointing him with holy oils. Randy stretched luxuriously, pointing his toes, moaning. Still asleep, he mumbled something Kathy couldn't understand.
Kathy began to massage his cock, which was slick from one end to the other with Otto's spunk. She wondered what Randy would say if he knew what she was doing. She held his cock upright, admiring its eleven solid inches. As she worked his foreskin up and down, his dickhead swelled and his pisshole opened. Lube started oozing out, and Kathy lapped it up. Continuing to slide his foreskin up and down, she engulfed his knob. Her tongue twirled at his pleasure-strand.
"Ooooh!" The boy stretched powerfully, his body vibrating like a cat's, his filthy toes spreading, pointing, curling under. He arched up, forcing more of his cock into Kathy's mouth, stuffing her throat with it. His eyes opened and his hands came down on her head, "I love it!"
Kathy smiled up at him, her eyes seductive, her face stuffed with cock as if with a fist. Keeping her eyes on his eyes, she began to bob her head, taking his cock deeper into her throat each time she sucked down.
"Feels so good!" the boy mumbled. "I love a morning blowjob!"
He closed his eyes again. His hands foil off her head. He lay completely relaxed on the mattress as Kathy worked on his cock.
The boy was the sexiest male she'd ever laid eyes on, let alone had got her hands on. Even when he did absolutely nothing he stimulated her out of her mind. As her lips rippled up and down his veiny, cum-greased cock, his cock-lube flowed clown her throat like warm sap. She jiggled and massaged his cum-slick balls, making them squirm as his cock throbbed. His slender loins strained upward and he groaned.
Kathy wanted his cum. The taste of Otto's cum on the boy's cock made her hungry for a fresh flow of hot pleasure-juice from the boy's teenage nuts. The boy's cum would be thicker and sweeter than Otto's, and she was starved for it. She bobbed her head, smacked her lips, churned her tongue. Her right hand slipped between her thighs and she started sliding two stiff fingers in and out of her pussy.
"Oh boy, I love this!" Randy squeezed his smooth legs together, shimmied them sensuously, rubbed his feet against each other. He'd clasped his hands behind his neck. His tight body squirmed, all his sensual energy directed toward his cock and focused through it. "Mmmmmm, suck it!"
Kathy felt as delirious as the boy appeared. She loved the feel of his stiff, hot cock massaging her lips, her mouth, her gullet. She loved the raunchy taste of his unwashed fuckmeat. She swallowed his lube, leaked spit down his cock-shaft and balls. Her right hand jerked between her thighs, her fingers pistoning between her itching, swollen cuntlips. Pussy juice trickled down her legs. Squishing noises came from her cunt and sucking noises from her mouth. The boy opened his eyes, dropped his right hand down, and started playing with her tits.
"I love these big, sexy tits," he said. "Man, look at these cherries! They're bigger than silver dollars, and all full of hot, sexy bumps! Man, and these nips are like fingertips!"
He rubbed her nipples.
Kathy's eyes rolled. Her cunt did flip-flops, sucking at her ramming fingers. The sex-tension tightened in her loins. She wiggled her bare ass, squeezed her legs together around her hand.
"You're ready to juice, ain't ya?" the boy asked. "Well, go ahead, I can come anytime you do. Just lick the right spot. You know where."
Kathy's lust surged and her vision blurred. As the boy continued to tweak and pinch her nipples, she nearly lost her mind. Sucking his cock, twirling her wet tongue against his pleasure-strand, she finger-fucked her cunt to the brink of orgasm. The fuck juices poured out of her, dribbling over her hand, running down her legs. She sucked hard on the boy's cock, as if trying to vacuum the cum from his balls.
"Lick the spot!" the boy gasped. "Tongue the spot!"
Kathy slurped madly and felt his cock turn to steel in her mouth. Her pussy clamped hard around her fingers. As she began to tremble, as the ecstasy exploded in her cunt, jism erupted from the youth's cock and flooded her throat.
"Ahhhh, take it!" the boy gasped. "Drink it!"
Writhing on the bed, his toes clutching, he wiggled has ass and churned his cock in Kathy's choking throat. His spunk came in rapid spurts, overflowing Kathy's mouth and creaming his squirming balls.
"Ohhhh suck!"
Kathy gulped cum. Each spurting pulsation of the boy's cock sent pleasure surging down her throat and up her crotch. She twisted her fingers madly inside her spasming pussy, her loins humping and grinding as if she were fucking cock. Her fuckjuices frothed out around her screwing, sliding fingers, and felt like hot, melted butter running down her legs. As her orgasm subsided, she pulled her fingers out of herself, and thrust her juice-dripping fingers into the boy's face. He opened his mouth and sucked her fingers clean. Kathy licked the cum off his balls.
He pulled her up on the bed, kissed her, pushed her onto her back with her legs hanging off the mattress, and slid to the floor to kneel between her legs. Starting at her knees, he lapped her female fuck-ooze off her inner thighs, sighing with satisfaction and mumbling to himself about how good it tasted. He licked her legs clean, then lapped up the frothy juices on her cuntlips. He spread her twat open and licked it out. Kathy almost screamed as his hot tongue slurped up and down her freshly spasmed fuckmeat. When he sucked her clit her eyes nearly popped out.
He slid down her legs, lifted her feet together, and began sucking her toes. He licked between her toes, licked her soles and insteps. Before he released her feet, he took both her big toe into his mouth at the same time and sucked them for a full minute. Kathy reached between her legs and started rubbing her raw, seething crotch. His toe-sucking had got her all horned up again.
He stood up. "Let's go in the bathroom."
"The bathroom? Why?"
"I've gotta piss," he said. "How about you?"
"I guess so," Kathy said.
"You can watch me, and I'll watch you," the boy said.
Kathy frowned.
"Don't you wanna watch me piss?" the boy asked. He grabbed her masturbating hand and pulled her to her feet. He licked the juices off her fingers. "Come on, let's go to the bathroom."
Kathy's cunt throbbed as he pushed her ahead of him down the hall, his red-hot cockhead prodding her ass.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Climb in the bathtub," Randy Chapman said.
"For what?" Kathy said with a nervous giggle.
The boy jabbed her with his cock. "Just get in there!"
Kathy stepped into the bathtub and immediately the boy forced her to sit down. "What're you doing?"
The boy, standing in the bathtub with her, put his foot on her tits. "Lay back."
He pushed with his foot, forcing Kathy to lie flat out in the over-sized tub.
"I thought you were gonna pee," Kathy said.
"I am," the boy said, stroking his erect, throbbing cock. "On you! I'm gonna piss all over you! How'd you like that?" The boy shoved his foot between Kathy's legs and inserted his big toe between her cuntlips. "How'd you like me to piss on you, bitch?"
Kathy squirmed, going crazy as the boy fucked her with his dirty toe.
"Oh yes!" she panted, feeling absolutely wicked.
Suddenly, for the first time in her life, she wanted to be pissed on. She gazed at the boy's huge, throbbing cock, waiting to see the yellow piss stream out of his pisshole, which still oozed a few drops of cum.
The boy smiled. With a dirty finger he wiped the cum off his pisshole and smeared it on his belly.
"Here goes," he said. "It might take a few seconds to get going, since it ain't easy to piss with a raging hard-on."
He put his hands on his slender hips, letting his cock pulsate freely above Kathy. His big cock was still anchored in her cunt.
Kathy couldn't believe how horny she felt. She rubbed her tits and nipples, squirming lewdly as the tanned youth wiggled his cock over her and concentrated on pissing.
"Oh yes!" she panted. "Pee on me! I wanna feel it!"
The boy smiled as the first drops of hot piss spurted from his cock and splashed down on Kathy's tits.
"Oh!" Kathy gasped. "Ohhh, stud!"
The boy's piss started to flow. A hot, yellow stream sloshed all over Kathy's tits and belly. He grabbed his cock, aiming it, squirting her in the face.
Kathy gasped. "Hey! Stop!"
"Open your mouth!" The boy dropped down, straddling her and driving his pissing cock against her lips. "Open up! Quick!"
Piss seeped between Kathy's lips. Piss ran down her cheeks, her neck. The scent of it reeked, its fumes making her eyes water. Why she opened her mouth, she didn't know, because she retched violently as the boy's cockhead filled her mouth and his piss flooded her throat.
"Drink it!" the boy growled. "Suck down my piss!"
Kathy's throat burned. Her mouth overflowed. The boy's piss kept flowing, coming fast and heavy like water from a hose. To keep from drowning, Kathy gulped. Hot piss washed down her gullet, pooled in her stomach. The boy was smiling, masturbating himself as he pissed down her throat.
"Feels so good!" he moaned. "How's it taste?"
The first swallow nearly made Kathy vomit. The second swallow made her wince. By the third swallow she was used to the bitter flavor. The fourth swallow she rather enjoyed, and she sucked his cockhead for more.
The boy laughed. "Just like all the other ladies. Drink that stud-piss, girl?"
Kathy would have laughed if her mouth hadn't been stuffed with throbbing head-meat.
The boy sighed, hauling his rampantly stiff cock out of Kathy's mouth. "That's better. Your turn, girl. Get up over me."
As Kathy moved aside, Randy took her place on the floor of the bathtub, stretching his long body out.
"Squat over my face," he said, jerking wildly on his cock. "Oh man, this drives me nuts!"
Kathy straddled the boy's head, squatting over his face, shoving her hairy cunt down close to his mouth. She was dripping pussyjuice, which fell on the boy's nose and made him groan. She reached down, spreading her cuntlips wide so the red-faced teenager could watch the piss run out of her slit. More pussyjuice dribbled on his face. He lapped at her naked, sizzling crotch. Kathy contracted her loins, sighing as the piss hissed out of her.
"Ohhhh mannnn!" the boy moaned, twisting his head from side to side as Kathy pissed all over his face. "Mnnn, yeahhhh!"
He opened his mouth letting her piss directly into it. He swallowed greedily. His arm jerked rapidly as he masturbated.
Kathy pressed her cunt closer to his mouth. He licked her crotch, devouring her piss and cuntjuice. She mashed her crotch to his mouth, sitting on his face, grinding her pissing, lust inflamed pussy against his tongue and teeth and lips.
"Eat me!" she mumbled, her teeth clenched. "Suck my piss! Eat my juice! Oh God!"
The boy was delirious. He sucked and licked, nuzzled and gnawed, guzzled female piss. His head twisted as if he wanted to screw it up her gaping, pissing pussy.
"Oh, honey!" Kathy grabbed the boy's head, trying to stuff it inside her. Her piss flow was subsiding. She contracted her loins, squeezing the last drops of piss into the boy's hard-sucking mouth. "Drink it!"
The boy's eyes rolled back, showing only their whites. It was as if he were in the throes of death. His body shuddered and suddenly Kathy's back was splattered with hot cum.
"Ahhhh!" he groaned.
Kathy looked over her shoulder, watching the squirts and gobs of jism erupt from the boy's pulsing cock. His right hand jerked his foreskin up and down. His dickhead looked as big as his hand, all shiny and purplish and wet. Thick spurts of teenage spunk shot again and again from his huge prong, splashing against Kathy's back and ass and all over the youth's belly. She reached back, catching slimy wads of jism and lapping them off her hand.
"Randy!" she muttered. "Mmmmmm, Randy, it's so sweet!"
The boy squeezed the last cum out of his cock and released it. It dropped against his belly with a heavy, splatting thud. He groaned, pushing Kathy off his face. His face was drenched with piss. Cunt-hairs stuck to his lips. He smiled at Kathy with the whitest teeth she'd ever seen and she lowered herself on top of him, sprawling out on him and kissing him deeply. Their tongues rubbed together. Kathy's spit ran down the boy's throat.
"I'm horny," Kathy said, and the ever-ready youth pushed his ramrod cock up her cunt. "Oh God, you're so hard! Don't you ever go soft? Fuck me, honey, oh God yes!"
She squirmed on top of the boy, wiggling and rotating her ass, churning his cock inside her lust-hungry cunt.
"Yeahhh!" he sighed. "Rub them big tits against me! Fuck that big horny cock!"
As Kathy squirmed in his arms, her lithe back undulating under his sliding, caressing hands, the boy started rocking his loins, grinding his cock up into her. He mashed her mouth violently against his and rammed his tongue down her throat.
Kathy was in heaven. She groaned, sucking the boy's hot tongue, fucking his throbbing, eleven-inch cock. Pussy cream frothed from her well-fucked snatch, dribbling like hot oil onto the boy's squirming nuts.
The boy pushed her face away.
"Ride me," he said. "Sit up and ride my cock!"
Kathy giggled as she sat up, straddling the youth's loins, her cunt impaled to the hilt on his cock. He reached up and played with her tits, jiggling them, pinching them. Tossing her head from side to side deliriously, Kathy began to slide up and down on his cock. Each time she fucked down she contracted her cunt hard, delighting at the sight of the boy's, pleasure contorted face and to the feel of his cock swelling and nearly shooting off inside her.
"You got a cunt like a vise!" the boy moaned. "Like a tight, slippery fist! Man, you know how to fuck a cock!" He arched up, wiggling his ass and fucking his cock up into her hard. "Feels so fucking good!"
The sensations in Kathy's loins made her gasp. Her cunt contracted powerfully each time she fucked down, sending electricity pulsing throughout her body. She wanted to fuck the boy all day, but she couldn't control her excitement. Suddenly, her cunt tightened spastically and burst with explosions of pure pleasure. Her head snapped back and she panted like a woman in labor, her cunt clutching and juicing around the boy's cock.
Randy pinched her nipples, nearly making her black out.
"Come on, baby!" he growled. "Pleasure that pussy! Feel it, baby, yeah!"
Kathy rocked back and forth over him, fucking herself crazy on his cock, gushing hot fuckjuices over his balls. When her orgasm began to subside, he pulled her down on top of him again, crushing her to his hard chest and kissing her.
"Piss on my cock," he said. "Make it run all over my balls. Come on, baby!"
He rocked his loins, sliding his cock in her freshly spasmed cunt.
Kathy whimpered, her cunt raw after her orgasm. She gasped as the boy's rigid prick filed at her clit, rubbed at the raw meat between her cuntlips.
"Oh stop, give me a break!" she gasped, but the boy kept fucking.
"Piss on my fucking cock! I wanna feel your hot piss run down my balls!"
The boy wouldn't be denied, and somehow Kathy got a piss flow going. The boy went crazy. Grunting, knifing his cock wildly in her pissing cunt, he fucked her till he brought himself off.
"Ahhhhhh!" he groaned. "Ughhhhhhh!" His cock bucked in Kathy's pissing cunt, spurting cum deep into her womb. He nearly broke her ribs as he crushed her against him, fucking with all his strength. His cum filled her pussy and ran out of her along with her piss. Piss and cum ran down his balls, pooling on the floor of the bathtub.
"Ahhh yeahhh!" he sighed. "Ohhh baby!"
What next? Kathy thought.
CHAPTER TWELVE
To Kathy's disappointment, Randy Chapman had no new surprises in store for her. After climbing out of the bathtub, he ate a quick breakfast -- a pitcher of orange juice, drunk in the nude while standing in the kitchen-tugged on his threadbare cutoffs, grabbed his skateboard, gave Kathy a quick peck on the cheek -- like a husband leaving for work in the morning -- and rode off into the sunshine for another day of adventure, leaving Kathy behind.
Kathy watched him until he was out of sight, imagining him nude as he rode the skateboard, his firm, perfectly smooth asscheeks dimpling and flexing as he maintained his balance.
Kathy sighed. Being a housekeeper wasn't much different from being a housewife. The men always ran off in the morning, leaving you alone for the day.
Still nude, she went back up to the bathroom to wash up. She smelled of piss and cum. Sitting at the edge of the bathtub, her feet inside the tub, her legs spread, she inserted a few fingers in her pussy and lazily jerked off, thinking about what had happened in this tub just ten minutes ago. There were still sticky gobs of cum puddled on the floor of the tub and she rubbed her toes in them, smearing the cum and getting herself excited. She imagined herself riding Randy's eleven-inch cock, saw herself pissing on it while it was spurting, and her excitement surged. Rhythmically clamping her legs together as she fingerfucked herself, she brought her pussy to a climax.
"Oooh yessss!" she breathed, her heart slamming as the spasms gnawed through her loins and her fuck juices dribbled down the porcelain edge of the tub. "Feels so good!"
She worked her legs against each other and twisted her fingers inside herself until every twinge of spasm had been worked from her sizzling, throbbing fuckmeat, then slipped her fingers out of her pussy and sucked them clean. She cleaned out the tub, then filled it with hot water and lay in it for a long, relaxing soak.
After her soak, she didn't bother to dress. She worked in the nude, spending the morning cleaning the upstairs. Randy Chapman's bedroom was the challenge of her life. She stripped the bed and saw cum-stains all over the bare mattress. The boy had spurted so many gallons of pleasure juice on this bed that it had leaked right through the sheet and mattress pad. She flipped the mattress over and saw just as many stains on the other side.
"Filthy boy!" she muttered as her cunt tingled. "Devil!"
The thought of the filthy devil unloading gallons of cum all over this mattress over the years excited her so much that she lay back on the stained mattress and jacked off, sniffing one of Randy's filthy, ball-scented jockstraps and imagining herself nuzzling and licking his fat nuts. She left her own stain on the mattress, a small puddle of pussyjuice, which dribbled out of her as she came.
The boy's sheets and mattress pad had to be replaced. It would be foolish to even try laundering them. She found fresh, new ones in the linen closet and made the bed. The old sheets and mattress pad she stuffed into a plastic garbage bag, along with hopelessly stained underwear, jockstraps, and worn-out sweatsocks. She was hauling the garbage bag out to the trash when she had a better idea, a wicked idea -- she would take the bag home instead, keeping its contents as a souvenir, an intimate momento of her affair with Randy Chapman.
By the time she finally finished cleaning the upstairs, she'd jerked off several more times. The scent of the teenage stud was everywhere, and it kept her horny. She went downstairs, cleaned up the kitchen and master bedroom, dusted and vacuumed the living room, and did the day's laundry. By the time she finished with the downstairs it was mid-afternoon and she hadn't jerked off in hours. She was starting to feel horny.
Her work done, she decided to go outside into the back yard for a few minutes of well-deserved relaxation in the sunshine. Still nude, she pulled a chaise into the sun and reined back on it, her legs spread, the ripe, late-afternoon sunshine licking her all over like a huge, penetrating tongue. She began to masturbate, but soon, she in felt herself dozing off. She tried to remain awake, but found it impossible.
She jerked awake to the sound of the patio door opening. Footsteps knocked on the patio brick. Kathy reached blindly for something to cover herself, but she hadn't brought anything outside with her, not even a towel.
"What have we here?" Fred Chapman asked, loosening his tie. "No, don't get up, don't even move. I like you just the way you are."
Kathy put her hand over her heart, which was hammering wildly now that it had slipped down out of her throat after being lodged there. She was panting with relief and almost laughed. "You nearly scared me to death, Fred! I thought it was your wife!"
Fred kicked off his shoes. "The only time Lois ever comes home during the day is if she has a business appointment of some kind here, which is about once a year. And you'll know well in advance if that's about to happen. Lois sets up appointments months in advance if she can. Her every minute is planned. She never does anything without planning ahead."
Fred lowered his pants and jockey briefs and stood naked before her. He must have just got done working out at the gym became his muscles were all flushed and pumped up. His cock stood rigid, pointing slightly upward and twitching rhythmically. Foreskin half covered the knob. Lube oozed from the pisshole. The man's eight inches was ready to go.
Kathy licked her lips. "Want a blowjob, handsome?"
Fred chuckled. "That seems to be your favorite come-on line."
"Let me suck it!" Kathy purred.
"How can I resist?" Fred said. His cock wagged heavily as he crossed the patio and moved up to stand next to Kathy. He shoved his cock under her nose.
Kathy inhaled, sighing as the musky-sweet scent of the man's uncut cock filled her head. She opened her mouth and Fred pushed his cock into it. Her lips tightened around the veiny shaft. She sucked the head, tasting fucklube.
"Mmmm, honey, you've got such a hot mouth!" Fred moaned. He thrust gently, sliding his cock deeper into Kathy's throat. "Swallow the whole thing!"
Kathy had no trouble accommodating the eight-inch prick. As the tip of it tickled her gullet, she buried her nose in the man's pubic hair, rubbed her chin between the man's fat, spunk-filled balls. He rocked his loins, sliding his cock easily in and out of her mouth and throat.
"What a mouth!" he groaned.
Kathy smacked her lips, sucking, drooling spit down his balls. Spit dripped from his cock-shaft with each out-stroke. Kathy reached up, gently squeezing his nuts, trying to get the cum-flow started. She almost succeeded.
"Not yet," Fred Chapman said.
He eased his cock out of Kathy's mouth and let it throb in the air to cool off. Kathy's spit dripped from it like sugar syrup. Kathy reached for his cock and Fred stepped back, not allowing her to touch it.
"Careful," he said, "or you'll end up with a faceful of cum."
"Sounds all right to me," Kathy said. "I'd love to have you shoot it all over my face and tits."
"And I'd love to cream all over you, but I'm not ready to unload yet."
Kathy squeezed her legs together.
"I am," she said. "I'm so fucking horny!"
"I love a horny bitch," Fred said.
Kneeling in front of the chaise, he grabbed Kathy's feet and sucked her toes. His wet tongue slithered between all her toes, lapped up and down her soles.
As he gnawed and sucked her toes, his cock, jutting up between his legs, pulsed and wiggled with excitement. Watching the big man-cock dance sent shivers through Kathy. She pulled her spit-wet feet out of Fred's hands and caught his cock between them. Her slippery toes slid up and down, masturbating him. Her toes tickled his balls. His fuck-lube bubbled out, dribbling onto her toes and insteps.
"Jesus God!" he gasped. "You're gonna make me come if you keep that up!"
"Cream my toes," Kathy said, turned on by the feel of the hard, hot, veiny prick sliding and throbbing between her feet.
Fred pulled away, holding his breath, gripping his cock by the base as it swelled and quivered, dangerously close to orgasm.
"Not yet," he muttered. "Not yet, baby!" Kathy watched, fascinated, frustrated, delighted. She loved watching the man struggle with his need to come and his desire to prolong his pleasure. It was a feat of control Otto was absolutely incapable of performing or even understanding.
"Spread your legs," Fred said. "My turn to eat you."
Kathy let her legs part. The aroma of smoldering pussy filled the air. She slid down farther on the chaise, resting her ass where her calves had rested and spreading her legs wider, performing a near full-split. Fred shoved his head between her legs, sniffing her cunt, letting his tongue hang out and drip.
Kathy's toes clutched at the patio brick. She shoved her crotch in the man's face. "Mmmmm, eat me!"
Fred spread her pussylips with his thumbs. His tongue flicked up and down the moist edges of her lust-inflamed pussy. He kissed and nibbled her clit, sucked her clit.
Kathy arched up, her eyes rolling back ecstatically. She grabbed her tits, squeezing rhythmically. "Ohhh, Fred, suck my clit! Eat my pussy!"
"Beautiful baby!" Fred muttered, rubbing his nose up and down Kathy's crotch-furrow, kissing the red-hot fuckmeat with loud smacks of his lips. "Gorgeous candy-cunt!"
Kathy's pussy-honey dripped from the man's nose. He slurped loudly, licking from one end of Kathy's cunt-gash to the other, his tongue flapping like that of a dog. He drilled his tongue up her pussy, licking her out deep, probing the fluffy, juicy crevices and folds of her throbbing fuck-chamber.
Kathy could hardly stand the stimulation. She writhed on the chaise, gasping, humping, squeezing her tits with each rush of contractions in her loins. She forced her tits up, craned her head down, and lapped at her hot, tingling cherries. Her tits were big enough that she was able to suck on her own nipples.
The man pulled his tongue out of her, replacing it with his thumb. He licked down, over Kathy's bottom, down into her asscrack.
"Lift up!" he panted, and Kathy went up on her toes, raising her ass off the chaise so Fred Chapman could lick out her ass-cleft and suck her asshole.
"Oh God, I love that!" Kathy moaned. Her asshole was still tender from Randy's eleven inch assault last night, and Fred's tongue felt soothing as it twisted up into her asshole and probed her deep. "Lick out my asshole! Oh God, yes!"
Fred twisted his thumb in her cunt and wiggled his tongue in her asshole. Pussycream dribbled out around his fucking thumb and ran onto his nose. He pulled his tongue from her asshole, pulled his thumb from her cunt and licked her crotch clean. Then he sucked his thumb clean and wiped the pussyjuice off his face. He smiled at her.
Kathy was panting, her tits rising and falling wildly. Her entire body was flushed with lust.
"Oh, Fred, I was so close!"
"That's why I stopped eating you," he said.
"The longer you hold off, the better it feels when you do come. I want your orgasm to knock your head off. I wanna see you go out of your mind when you come!"
"I always go out of my mind when I come," Kathy said.
Fred laughed. "I can't argue with that." He slid up the chaise and lowered himself on top of her, rubbing his hard cock against her stomach as he kissed her like his son, Fred Chapman loved to kiss. Kathy sucked his tongue, feeling his cock throb powerfully against her belly. She rubbed up against him, fucking his cock with her silky-smooth skin.
Fred jerked up off her. "Jesus Christ, you almost brought me off again! What a woman!"
"What a man!" Kathy cried. "I don't know about you, Fred, but I can't take much more of this! My pussy's gonna short-circuit and blow out if I don't come pretty soon!"
"Now do you think my cock feels, lady? Come on." He pulled her up off the chaise, led her off the patio and onto the grass.
The sunshine felt even warmer off the patio. The grass was soft as Fred pushed Kathy to her hands and knees. Kathy arched her back and turned up her ass, watching over her shoulder as he got down behind her to mount her.
"I love it this way," she said. Otto always fucked her -- if fucking was the right word for what Otto did -- in the missionary position, her on her back, him on top of her. Never once had Otto tried to mount her from behind, even though she'd suggested on a few occasions that they try something different, a different position. Otto thought she was nuts.
"I love it from behind, like the animals do it," she said to Fred Chapman.
"This is my favorite way too," Fred said. He rubbed his cockhead up and down her cuntslit, spreading butter-slick pussycream up into her asscrack, getting his cock slippery with cocklube and pussyjuices. "I especially like giving it to a woman up the ass!"
"Oh?"
"How'd you like to try it? You told me yesterday you'd never tried it in the ass before. How about now?"
"I don't know," Kathy said, pretending to be slightly unnerved by the idea. She couldn't very well tell Fred that she'd lost her anal virginity last evening at the hands of his randy teenage son.
"You'll love it," Fred said, rubbing his burning jug prickhead against Kathy's asshole and making her squirm with desire.
"Go easy," Kathy said. "I want it, but go easy."
Fred smiled. "You're gonna love this, girl." Slowly -- too slowly for Kathy -- the man started easing his cock into her asshole. She wiggled her naked ass, her asshole itching with need. She wanted to be rammed.
"Oh, Fred, I can't stand waiting! Shave it in!"
"You asked for it," Fred said. With a smooth thrust, he buried all eight inches of his veiny cock up Kathy's asshole.
"Ohhhh, Fred!" Kathy quivered from scalp to toes. "I love it!" She rotated her ass. "Give it to me, baby!"
Fred was groaning. His cock squirmed and bucked inside her. He started to fuck, to smack his belly against her wiggling ass. "Mmm, baby, you love cock, don't you? You love a big, hot prick up your asshole! I never saw a woman take it so easy up the ass the first time! Mmmmm, I love to fuck your ass!"
Kathy loved getting her asshole fucked. She banged her ass back against the man's slamming loins, fucked him as intensely as he was fucking her. His big hot cock screwed in and out of her like a fat, slippery snake. Though her asshole was tight, his cock slipped in and out easily. Randy's eleven-incher had reamed her out so well that Fred's eight inches gave her no pain. Even as his cock had gone in, she'd felt nothing but pleasure. Now, each thrust of his cock sent electricity sizzling up her asshole, up her spine, through her cunt, down her legs to her toes. She didn't even need to masturbate to feel the gnawing pleasure in her cunt as well as her asshole.
Fred grunted, fucking faster, plunging his cock to the hilt up Kathy's asshole.
"I never fucked a woman's asshole this hard," he said. "How can you take it?"
"Harder!" Kathy muttered, her teeth clenched. "Oh, baby, give it to me! Make me feel it! Ram my asshole, baby!"
"Jesus Christ!" Fred Chapman gasped. His hands tightened on her hips. His loins swung, jolting Kathy's ass so hard her head snapped back. "Aw, man, I ain't never fucked like this!"
"Fuck meeee!" Kathy whined, the pleasure surging through her body. Pussycream dribbled down her legs from her wildly contracting cunt. Her tits flapped, her nipples pulsating and tingling. She felt the fuck tension mounting to a head in her loins. "I'm gonna come!"
Fred Chapman fucked in a frenzy, pistoning his cock in Kathy's manhole. "Jesus, I'm gonna come too!"
"I'm coming!" Kathy gasped, her loins exploding, her body melting as the spasms swept through it. "Ohhhh Goddd!"
Fred Chapman came up her asshole, shooting scalding jism into her guts.
"Ahhhhhhh!" he groaned. "Baaaaaaby!"
"Shoot it up my ass!" Kathy moaned. "Make it shoot out my mouth!"
The man collapsed over her, panting and spurting. He rubbed his chest to her upper back, rubbed his belly against her ass, churned his jism-spitting cock inside her, in her asshole. He gnawed her neck, chewed on her ear, growling with pleasure as his body jerked and shuddered. Kathy shivered with goosebumps, melted with hot flashes, cooed and moaned and whimpered as the spasms of fuck-pleasure shook her entire body.
"Oh, Fred, oh darling, this is it!"
Fred hugged her around the loins, grinding his belly against her ass, grinding his pulsing cock in her asshole. He held her until he'd squeezed out every drop of pleasure and jism, then let her go and slid off her back, collapsing on his back beside her. Kathy fell on him, kissing him, rubbing her tits against his chest. He crushed her in his arms, moaning as loudly as she was.
"Nice," a voice said, and Kathy and Fred rolled apart as if they'd been shot at. They stared in horror toward the patio doorway, where the owner of the voice was standing.
Randy Chapman stood in the doorway, his skateboard under his arm, his cutoffs tented out hugely at the crotch.
"Real nice," he said, smirking at them. "I saw it all."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"I can explain," Fred Chapman said. He was sitting on the grass, trying to hide his cock with his hands.
"No need to explain, Dad," Randy said. "I know all about fucking. I don't need birds and bees lessons from you."
"I mean, I can explain about Mrs. Finn, here. She -- she..."
He fell silent.
"She's our new housekeeper," Randy said.
"I know that."
"You won't say anything about this to your mother," Fred Chapman said. "I mean, you won't, will you? You can't."
"Why not?" Randy asked, the smirk never leaving his face. "The old lady could use some excitement. She leads about the dullest life I ever saw. Think how excited she'd get if I said, Mom, Dad had his cock up the housekeeper's asshole this afternoon. You shoulda seen her squirm when he fucked her."
"All right, how much do you want to keep your mouth shut?" Fred Chapman asked. "Name your price."
Randy smiled at Kathy.
"This has happened before," he said. "More than a few times. One afternoon I caught the old man fucking away at one of the cheerleaders from school. She'd come over to see me, but I wasn't home, so good old Dad got her naked on the living room couch and fucked her pussy till she about fainted. She'd never been fucked by a man before, just by boys."
Kathy glanced at Fred, who was sitting there red-faced, his hands still trying to conceal his cock. He smiled foolishly.
"Don't believe a word of it," Fred said. "He has a wild imagination."
"I know that," Kathy said. "He can be very creative."
"Oh? What do you mean by that?"
"It means," Kathy said, "like father, like son."
Fred looked surprised. He glanced suspiciously at Randy, whose face had reddened. "What's she talking about, boy?"
"Aw, come on, Dad," Randy said. "After what I just watched you do, don't start acting like a little old lady on me. Sure I've fucked her. I've fucked a lot of women, just like you've fucked a lot of girls."
Fred flushed. "That cheerleader asked for it. She almost ripped my clothes off she wanted it so bad."
"It seems a lot of chicks have tried to rip your clothes off, Dad."
"You hire a private detective to watch me, or something?"
Randy laughed. "No need for that, Dad. Girls talk. All they do is talk -- talk and fuck."
Fred glanced at Kathy. "What can I say?"
"No need to say anything," Kathy said. "I understand perfectly well." She glanced at Randy. "I think we all understand each other very well, in fact. We're three of a kind. We all know what we want, and we go after it."
"That's the truth," Randy said. He dropped his skateboard, shucked off his cutoffs, and displayed his eleven, erect inches. "I know what I want now. After watching what I just watched, I'm ready to fuck anything!"
"Jesus Christ!" Fred Chapman gasped. "I never knew I'd raised a donkey for a son!"
His hands fell away from his cock, which throbbed vertical against his abdomen, three inches shorter than Randy's cock.
Randy glanced between his father's legs. "No need to be jealous, Dad. You've got enough to make any girl squirm."
"I'm not jealous," Fred Chapman said. "What makes you think I'm jealous? Who'd want to have to deal with anything that large? Jesus Christ! I need a drink!" He went into the house.
A few minutes later when he reappeared through the patio door, he almost dropped the tray he was carrying, on which rested a sweating pitcher and three glasses. His cock, which was still hard, swelled even larger and stood up even more acutely when he saw Kathy on her hands and knees on the grass, her mouth filled with Randy's cock.
"Jesus Christ!" Fred cried, setting the drink tray on the patio table. His right hand went to his cock, sliding the foreskin.
Randy turned his head toward his father and smiled.
"Feels great!" he said, rolling his eyes ecstatically. He held out his hand. "I'll have one of those, if it isn't too much trouble."
"I don't believe this," Fred said. He handed Randy a glass and raised his own glass to his lips, taking a healthy swallow.
Kathy pulled her mouth off Randy's cock.
"I'll have one of those too, if you don't mind, Fred." She took a gulp of the rum drink, then set her glass down on the grass. "Get down here, Fred, I wanna suck your cock!"
Fred shook his head and got down on his knees beside Randy.
"I don't believe this," he said. "Quit your mumbling," Randy said. "You ain't fooling me one bit. You ain't fooling anybody. You're as big a lecher as me, and you know it and I know it and the housekeeper here knows it so why don't you quit acting like some little old church lady. Stick that horny cock of yours down the bitch's throat and let's get this show on the road." The boy dumped some of his drink on his father's cock. "That'll sweeten it up for her."
Kathy's mouth gaped, but she devoured Fred's dripping cock, sucking it down her throat until her nose rubbed in the man's cockhair. His cock flexed hard, gagging her momentarily and nearly lifting her head off.
Fred groaned. "Ohhh, baby, suck that thing!"
"Yeah, suck that big sweaty cock," Randy said. He sipped his drink, watching Kathy suck his father's cock. "Tastes good, don't it, now that I sweetened it up for you with a little rum?"
Fred rocked his loins, sliding his cock between Kathy's lips, rubbing his cockhead in her throat. As he pleasured his cock in her mouth, he sipped his drink. Kathy pulled her mouth off his cock, took a swig of her drink, then resumed her cocksucking. This time, though, she took eleven inches down her throat, her jaws and lips stretching to the absolute limit.
"Ahhhh!" Randy sighed. "Feels so fucking good! Eat that big thing, horny bitch!"
Fred glanced at his son. "Where'd you learn to talk like that?"
"Comes natural," the boy said. "I suppose it must be in my genes."
Kathy pulled her mouth off the boy's cock. "Like father, like son," she teased, then re-swallowed the kid's eleven inches.
"She sure knows hew to suck dick," Randy said.
"I can't argue with that," Fred said.
He massaged his cock, working his foreskin over the lube-greased edges of his knob. He shoved his cock up close to Kathy's ear, letting her hear the squishing, flesh-slapping sound of his sliding foreskin, and she rubbed her cheek against his searing-hot cockhead.
Randy pushed her away. "Suck the old man for a while."
Kathy gobbled up Fred's juicy cock. She loved this alternately eating two huge, sweaty dicks, and her ass wiggled with excitement.
Randy crouched behind Kathy, lapping up the fuck juices that had run down her legs. He gnawed on her ass and licked out her jizz leaking asshole. His right hand jerked on his cock. He crawled alongside her and shoved his head under her tits, sucking up mouthfuls of titflesh and biting her nipples.
Kathy writhed, her eyes nearly popping out. She had never in her life been worked over by two males simultaneously, and she could hardly bear the stimulation. She grabbed the boy's blond head, crushing his face to her tits, moaning as he tortured her nipples. Her lips smacked loudly around Fred's cock and her head bobbed.
Randy pulled away from her tits and moved back around behind her. Kneeling up, mounting her ass, he drove his eleven-inch cock up her pussy. Kathy shuddered, a jolt of fuck electricity shooting through her body. Her teeth sank into the shaft of Fred's cock and he gasped.
"Don't bite it off, girl! It's not made of wood!" Fred took hold of her head, guiding her motions, making her ease off. "That's better."
Randy fucked rapidly, his flat belly smacking Kathy's ass. His huge cock sliced in and out, sending waves of pleasure through Kathy's cunt, sending fuck-itch whirling through her loins, making her toes and nipples tingle as if they were being sucked.
"Man, I love to fuck!" the boy moaned. "I just can't get enough fucking!"
"Horny goat," Fred said.
"Horny goat yourself," Randy said. He pulled his cock out of Kathy's cunt and waved it, throbbing and dripping, at his father. "A cock this size needs a hell of a lot of fucking to keep it satisfied, Dad. If I had a smaller one -- like yours -- I probably wouldn't have to fuck so much."
He rubbed his cockhead up and down Kathy's asscrack, smearing her fuck juices from her pussy up to her asshole. With an easy motion, he stuffed his entire cock up Kathy's jism greased asshole.
"Ahhh!"
Kathy nearly came as the huge cock filled her shithole. Groaning, sucking cock, she shoved her hand up between her legs to grope her aching, throbbing pussy.
"Jesus Christ!" Fred gasped, watching the boy ream out Kathy's shithole. "I don't believe this!"
"Now what are you talking about?" the boy muttered. "You just got done assfucking the bitch. I saw every fuck-stroke you gave her!"
"Where'd you learn all these tricks?" Fred asked. "At your age, I hardly knew what a pussy looked like!"
"I guess I'm just more adventurous than you were, Dad. I like to explore. I like to experiment. And the ladies I been fucking enjoy teaching me."
Fred shook his head. "What a son I've raised!"
Kathy growled, her head jerking as she sucked Fred's cock, her ass wiggling as she churned her asshole on Randy's sliding prong. Her tits, heavily swollen, swung and flapped under her, her nipples so tight and tingly she thought they'd split open. Her right hand jerked between her legs, her fingers rubbing up and down her greasy pussy-slit and over her clit.
"Eat that cock!" Fred mumbled. "Come on, honey, suck!"
Kathy smacked her lips. As Fred's fuck-lube ran out, she swallowed it. His cock was swelling in her mouth, growing thicker and harder. His cockhead felt like a huge, glossy plum in her throat.
Randy slapped her ass just hard enough to make Kathy's skin smart and tingle, just hard enough to send extra excitement pulsing through her loins. She stuck three fingers up her pussy, jerking herself off as the panting youth on her ass plunged his cock up her asshole again and again. It felt as if both cocks -- the one in her throat and the one in her asshole -- were sending currents of electricity into her body.
"She's gonna come," Randy said. "I can tell. Her asshole's working on my cock like a squeezing hand." He slapped her ass. "Spasm, cocksucker! Come on, you bitch, I wanna see you came!"
Fred rammed his cock faster between her lips, stimulating her, sending fuck-sensation pulsing down her throat. "Come on, baby, let's see you come!"
Kathy's eyes rolled back. She was on the brink of ecstasy, her body about to explode with pleasure. Her lips tightened around Fred's cock.
Her asshole clutched wildly at Randy's prong. She twisted her fingers madly in her pussy and suddenly she was over the edge. She writhed as the spasms ripped through her cock-stuffed body. Each spasm sent a shudder through her and she jerked.
"Jesus, look at her come!" Randy cried. "I love to watch a hot lady come."
He plunged his cock in her hard-clutching asshole.
"Yeah!" Fred moaned, sliding his veiny cock between Kathy's lips.
Kathy moaned, pussycream oozing into her hand, pussycream dribbling down her legs. Her orgasm was smooth and pleasant, the feelings gnawing through her almost in slow motion. She sucked the cock in her mouth and fucked the cock in her asshole, her eyes glazed over and rolled deliriously. It felt so good she wanted it to go on forever.
When her orgasm subsided, the men released her and she collapsed facedown onto the grass, moaning softly, cooing with satisfaction. The men massaged their cocks. Fred gathered up the three empty glasses and refilled them.
"This is my idea of relaxing after a hard day's work," Fred said, dumping extra ice-cubes into the glasses.
"Mine too," Randy said.
Fred laughed. "Kid, you never worked a day in your life."
"I'm the hardest-working guy in town," Randy said. He dipped his finger in the lube oozing from his pisshole and smeared it around on his dickhead. "Randy's stud-service -- that's me. Ask any of my customers if I ain't a hard worker."
"I won't argue about your being hard," Fred said. "Doesn't that thing ever go down?"
"Once in a while," Randy said. "When I sleep it gets soft once in a while -- I think."
He took his glass from Fred and drank half of it down in one gulp.
Kathy sat up. The cocks of both men were still standing well past horizontal, both cocks throbbing rhythmically and dripping lube. The sight of them made her pussy contract.
"Here," Fred said.
He handed Kathy her drink and sat down next to her. She stroked his cock as they sipped their drinks. Fred draped his arm around her and nuzzled her ear.
"Look at the two lovebirds," Randy said. "Hey Dad, why don't you divorce Mom? Then we could keep this lady here and both fuck her all the time."
"I divorce Mom and we'd be kicked out of the house," Fred said. "At least I would. She'd fight to keep everything. Besides, we've already got this lady here whenever we want her. She's our housekeeper, remember? Anytime we want her over here to do some work for us, she'll come. Right, housekeeper?"
"At your service," Kathy said. "At least when my husband isn't home to ask me where I'm going. He can't ever find out about this new job of mine."
"Of course not," Fred said. "We certainly wouldn't want him to find out about this new job of yours."
Randy swallowed his drink, wiped his mouth with his hand, and put his glass down on the patio table.
"Time to get back to work," he said.
"Give the lady a chance to finish her drink," Fred said. "Don't you have any manners?"
The boy stood between Kathy's legs, waving his cock in her face. He slipped his big toe up her cunt and dipped his prickhead in her drink.
"Animal!" Fred shouted. "Where were you raised, in a barn?"
Kathy grabbed the boy's cock, bent it down and licked the rum off it. She swallowed the rest of her drink in one gulp, then grabbed the cocks of both men, squeezing them. She contracted her cunt around Randy's twisting big toe.
"I wanna fuck," she said.
Randy flopped down on the grass on his back and pulled Kathy over on top of him. "Sit on my cock, housekeeper."
Straddling the boy at the waist, Kathy reached down, bent up his eleven inches, and impaled her cunt to the hilt on his rigid prick. As the huge, snake-like cock slid into her, she moaned with pleasure and groped her tits. Her ass rotated, her cunt fucking the boy's cock.
"I love it!" she purred.
Randy hauled her down on top of him, crushing her tits to his chest, humping his loins and driving his cock deep into her womb.
"Feels so good!" he moaned. His ass bounced, his cock knifing up Kathy's pulsating crotch-hole.
Fred knelt beside them, stroking Kathy's ass, massaging his cock.
"What're you waiting for, Dad?" the boy asked. "Stick your cock up her asshole! I saved her asshole for you!"
"This is too much!" Fred said, but he lost no time in mounting Kathy from behind. His cock slipped between her asscheeks and snaked to the hilt up her asshole. "Ahhhh!"
Kathy squealed as the second cock entered her.
"Ooooh God!" she cooed. "Yesss!"
"Man!" Fred sighed. "So fucking tight!"
"That's 'cause my cock's taking up most of the space inside her," Randy said. "Start moving, Dad. That's it. I can feel it moving inside her against my cock. Slide it. That turns me on!"
Kathy squirmed between the two sweating, grunting make. She was drowning in male flesh, smothering in it. Male flesh stuffed her loins. Her asshole and cunt contracted reflexively as the two big cocks slipped and wiggled inside her. It felt so good she thought she'd lose her mind.
"Ohhh yessss!" she groaned. "Fuck me! Slide those big cocks inside me! I wanna be fucked! I wanna be rammed!"
Fred's belly smacked her ass. His big, hairy balls flapped, colliding with the spunk-swollen balls of his teenage son as Randy jammed his cock up Kathy's cunt with quick, rapid thrusts. The boy fucked with such strength that he was able to lift the two bodies on top of him.
"Slide that big cock in her, Dad! I feel it! Man, I feel it! Man, I love this!"
Kathy wiggled and grunted. She let go completely, letting the sensations control her. She didn't care what she said or who heard her.
"I wanna be fucked!" she whined. "Ohhh I wanna be fucked!"
The boy burrowed down with his head, biting and licking her tits. "Let me suck them cherries, let me bite them nipples! Man, I'm gonna chew them tits right off!"
Kathy screamed as the lust-crazy boy sank his teeth into her tits. Fred clapped a hand over her mouth to muffle her cries.
"Not so loud!" Fred gasped. "You'll have the neighbors calling the cops." Keeping his hand over her mouth, he fucked her from behind. "What a fucking tight ass!"
Randy stopped gnawing on Kathy's tits and she calmed down. She bit the boy's nose. "Don't get so carried away, fucker!"
The boy caught her own nose in his mouth and sucked hard.
"When I fuck I might do anything," he said. "You fuck me at your own risk."
"Let's come," Kathy said. "I wanna feel you guys shoot off inside me. I wanna feel those big cocks squirt. Fuck me, guys! Give it to me!"
"I can come anytime," Randy said. "When Dad comes, I'll come."
Fred yanked his cock nearly out of Kathy's asshole, then slammed it back in. As it went in, Kathy tensed her loins, turning her slippery asshole into a tightening vise.
The man gasped, moaning with pleasure. "Baby, you're skinning my cock alive! Yeah, yeahhh!"
"Give it to her!" Randy grunted. "Ram her! Fuck her!"
"Yesssss!" Kathy wailed. "Oh God, yes!"
The two men plunged their cocks in unison, Fred fucking his cock up her asshole with long, slicing strokes, Randy punching his cock in and out of her with short, rapid thrusts.
Kathy squirmed. Her toes clutched wildly. The fuck sensation tightened in her loins and throughout her body.
"I'm close!" she gasped. "God, I'm so close!"
"Yeahhh!" Fred growled, slamming his cock up her shithole. "Yeahh, yeahh, yeahhh!"
Kathy exploded. Her loins erupted with spasms. Her eyes rolled back until only the whites showed. Her body shuddered.
"Ahhhhh!" Fred groaned, and he exploded into her guts. A second later, Randy went into spasms and the hot spunk of the boy and the man shot in rhythmic bursts into Kathy's body. "Yes!" she moaned. "Mmmm, shoot that cum! Fill me up with that hot cum! I love it, I can't stand it!"
The sexually linked threesome spasmed and jerked, an electric pleasure flowing from one body to another, fuck-organs contracting, jism spurting deep into Kathy's insatiable female fuckholes. Randy's toes clutched against Kathy's clutching toes, and Randy's toenails raked up and down the soles of Kathy's feet. The two huge cocks of the men quivered and bucked inside Kathy, sending electricity and spunk into the pits of her asshole and pussy.
"Ohhh, cream me!" Kathy moaned. "Shoot that hot cream!"
When it was finally over, Randy struggled to get out from under the pile of flesh. Fred, who'd collapsed on top of Kathy, grudgingly climbed off her, and Randy rolled Kathy off himself. The three spent fuckers lay side by side on the grass, catching their breath and sighing. Fred's cock had softened, but Randy's cock was still hard as bone.
"That was wonderful," Kathy said. "I never dreamed anything could feel that good."
"You shoulda had a cock in your mouth, too," Randy said. "And one cock in each hand, and one cock rubbing off against each of your feet. Seven guys, instead of two. Then you would have felt something."
"Where would I get hold of seven guys?" Kathy asked.
"I can arrange it," Randy said. "I have buddies who love to fuck anything they can get their hands on!"
Fred shook his head. "Crazy," he said.
"Not so crazy, Dad. You'll be one of the seven, and so will I."
"Let me know when and where," Fred said, "and I'll be there."
He struggled to his feet and headed across the patio, his cock swinging heavily over his balls.
"Where you going, Dad?"
"To take a piss, if you don't mind."
"You can piss here, Dad. Kathy likes to watch. In fact, you can piss on her. She loves it. She even drinks the stuff."
Fred stopped in his tracks and turned around. He looked at Kathy. She smiled at him seductively. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.
"Too weird," Fred said.
"She wants it, Dad. She wants you to piss on her tits, and then she wants to suck your pissing cock. Watch."
The boy stood up, stood four feet away from Kathy with his hands on his hips, and aimed his erect cock at her. After a few grunts, and a few twitches of his cock, a yellow stream shot from his pisshole and splashed on Kathy's tits.
"Eeeeh!" Kathy squealed, bathing in the hot, golden shower. "Eeeeh, pee on me!"
She reached toward the boy, and he moved forward, letting her grab his cock and aim it like a hose. Sighing and giggling, Kathy aimed the huge prong so that piss washed over her tits and belly, so that it splashed in her face and ran down over her shoulders. She hosed down her belly and cum-oozing crotch, spreading her legs wide so the hot piss could run deep between her cuntlips.
"Empty," Randy said at last.
Kathy opened her mouth, sucking his cock, extracting the remaining piss from the boy's pisstube and swallowing it. She sucked hard, but he was dry.
"Empty," Randy repeated, and he pulled his cock away from her. He glanced at his father. "Your turn, Dad."
Fred's cock was stiff again. He'd been sliding his foreskin up and down as he'd watched Kathy hose herself down with his son's piss. He moved toward her.
"I don't think I can piss with a hard-on," he said.
"Sure you can," Randy said. "Haven't you ever woke up with a hard-on and had to piss so bad you couldn't wait for it to go down? I piss with a hard-on all the time."
"Squirt it all over me," Kathy said. She fingerfucked her pussy as the big man waved his cock over her. "I wanna drink it."
She grabbed his cock and stuffed it into her mouth.
After several seconds, Fred's piss finally began to flow. Kathy gagged, but forced herself to swallow. The piss was bitter and hot. After a few swallows she was sucking hungrily, gulping down the bitter-sweet fluid, her lips smacking. As she drank Fred's pin she continued to fingerfuck herself.
"Like a baby with a bottle," Randy said.
Fred's piss-flow slowed, then petered out, but Kathy kept sucking. She sucked until every drop of piss had been extracted from the man's pisstube, then kept on sucking, hungry for the man's jizz.
"Baby!" Fred moaned. "Suck it!"
"Like a baby with a bottle," Randy said. He stood next to his father, jerking his foreskin up and down as Kathy sucked his father's cock. "That's it, housekeeper, suck my dad's big prick. Eat that fucker!"
The boy laughed. As he masturbated, his cock-lube dripped on Kathy's face.
It took Kathy at least five minutes of hard, lip-smacking sucking to bring Fred off. When his hot cum burst against her tonsils, when Fred grunted and his cock flexed in her throat, she cooed, gulping each throatful of cum and sucking greedily for more. The man breathed hotly, fucking round after round into her mouth.
"Here's some more for you!" Randy grunted, and his cum erupted against her face. "Ahhhh!"
Kathy pulled her mouth off Fred's softening cock and wrapped her lips around Randy's cockhead. The boy pumped his cock, ejaculating spurt after spurt of jism into her mouth. Kathy sucked until the boy stopped shooting, then licked his pisshole clean.
"I'm glad Mom hired this new housekeeper," Randy said. "She'll keep me off the streets -- at least for a few hours everyday. There's no telling what trouble I can get into out on the streets."
Kathy lay back on the grass, jacking herself off. She kicked her spread legs up in the air and fingered herself as the two men watched. Her toes curled as her spurns began, and the men grabbed her feet, sucking her toes and the pleasure ripped through her loins.
"Oooh, suck my toes!" Kathy squealed, plunging her fingers into her clutching, frothing pussy. "Feels so good! Feels so hot!"
The men grabbed their stiffening cocks, sliding their foreskins, getting themselves worked up so they could fuck her again.
Kathy lay on the grass, playing with her cunt until her orgasmic twinges subsided. With her fingers, she hauled her pussylips wide apart, showing the men the juicy, seething fuckhole between her legs. She spread her asscheeks, showing the men her twitching, cock-hungry asshole.
The men licked their lips. Then they dropped down to take her.
