I wouldn't mind running my old dipstick into her tank, said the mechanic wistfully. He idly stood and wiped the grease off his hands as he ogled the young blonde waggling her ass across the used car lot. Yeah, I know what you mean, Jim, answered Donald Munday. I can feel my friend just dying to take a plunge into her tank. And the rest of the chassis isn't too bad, either. Look at the way her ass swings when she walks. And don't think she doesn't know it, either. I wonder if she's half as good-looking from the front. The mechanic heaved a deep sigh. I'm going to find out.
Rank has its privileges, you know, and owning this entire place certainly has to be one of them. Better head off that horny new salesman you hired a couple days ago. I bet he's already homing in on her. Don looked and saw that the mechanic was right. He wasted no time in going over and cutting the hired help out. Don even had to suck in his breath when he got a good look at the girl's face. It was as beautiful as the hind view of her had promised. The honey-blonde hair fell in soft waves outlining her face. The way she used makeup told him she had to be a model or an actress. The eyelashes were perfect, the eyes superbly lined in, the lip gloss applied with loving care. He wondered if it smeared. He wondered if he would get a chance to find out. Good afternoon. In the market for a car? he asked her. Ummm, yes, she cooed. The voice was soft, intimate, a wet dream. He wondered if she always talked this way or if she was coming on to him already. He hoped it was the latter. A lovely lady like you must be after one of our larger models. Perhaps one like this. As she turned, he fought to keep his prick from making a betraying bulge in his pants. She bent forward just enough to give him a tantalizing view of her perfectly formed white tits. The way she moved caused the thin fabric of her expensive silk blouse to press firmly against the mushroomlike nipples. Those tiny buttons seemed to grow, as if she knew exactly where he was looking. But Don found himself confused with an abundance of goodies to ogle. The flare of her womanly ass couldn't be bypassed. It was too lovely, too inviting. He could almost imagine himself sidling up behind her, lifting the short skirt, finding her without any panties, then stuffing his prick into her from behind. The feel of her ass fitting perfectly into the curve of his groin would be nice, but he bet the tightness of her pussy squeezing down on his buried cock would be even nicer. Don had to pull himself back to what the girl was saying. He was letting himself drift away in a daydream that, while pleasant, probably wouldn't come true. Chicks this good-looking could pick and choose whom they took to bed with them. And it certainly wouldn't be the owner of a measly car lot.
Maybe an oil sheik or a movie star or a millionaire, but not a poor working stiff. Stiff. He thrust his hands into his pockets to hide exactly how stiff he actually was. To cover it, he said, A fine model. Like you. She graced him with a smile that was straight out of a toothpaste commercial. I don't really have much money. I was thinking of a small foreign car. Good on gas, good mileage. You mean you want a car you can go a long ways in. Yes, I guess that is what I want. Would you show me one? The way she said it left no doubt in his mind exactly what she was asking. He'd have to be a damned fool to turn her down! Let me go get the keys for this van. Here, allow me to help you up into it. Check it out and I'll be back in a second. He felt her hand in his, smooth, cool, exciting. It seemed like an eternity walking back to the office to get the ignition key for the van. Hey, Don, called the mechanic. Are you actually going to score with that hot bush out there? Looks good. Ten says you don't. You're covered, Don laughed.
Then added under his breath, Like I hope she's going to be-by me!
Don had hard work not to ran back to the van. That would be unseemly. Besides, it never paid to show too much haste in matters like this. Confidence counted more than anything else. He had to be sure of himself-and that she would come across for him. He pulled himself into the van and asked, Find everything okay? It's got a small icebox, a range, a TV set, even a nice bed. Ummm, yes, I noticed that. So soft, too. And a mirror over it. My, isn't this just a teeny bit hedonistic? She gave a wiggle which would have given a bronze statue a hard-on. Don swallowed hard when he saw her tits swinging to and fro, the nipples restlessly swishing against the slick silk of her blouse, the extra button that had come undone, the telltale wet spot actually spreading on the front of her skirt.
She was hot and ready to fuck. That's the way things are these days, Miss I don't think I caught your name. Emily.
Just Emily. Yes, this is just about perfect. Would you mind driving it a bit so I can see how you operate it? Sure, Emily. It's got an automatic transmission. No more clutching or struggling. I'm not sure I like all these modern conveniences. Don laughed and wheeled the gigantic van from the lot. He purred down the freeway for a little while, then pulled into a secluded valley. The tall trees shielded the van from sight from the road and they might as well have been alone on another planet. He scooted out of the seat and went back to sit beside Emily on the soft bed. There are some features of this lush van that can't be shown while I'm up front. Like this. His lips crushed against her inviting ones until he was gasping for breath. When her lips parted the smallest amount, he quickly thrust his tongue into her mouth. There, his tongue dueled erotically with hers. Playing hide and seek from one dank, wet oral cavern to another, their tongues played like small children. Her hands were as busy as their tongues. She reached out and began unbuttoning his shirt. In a few seconds she had it stripped entirely off him. He pulled her closer and felt the hard points of her nipples poking into his chest.
The smooth silk of her blouse seemed no barrier at all to sensation.
Heat boiled and communicated itself to him. Pushing her away just a little bit, he was able to slide his hands into the vee neck of her blouse and clutch fiercely at the warm mounds of titflesh inside. The skin was as smooth as the blouse, but infinitely warmer. Shivering with erotic reaction, her tits were growing in size as more and more excited blood pounded into them. He squeezed down hard and she moaned insistently. This was thrilling for both of them but it wasn't enough. He didn't want his tongue to imitate what could be done for real lower. Yet he didn't want to rush her, either. The blonde had to be strung out sexually, then plucked at just the right time if they were both to get the maximum pleasure from this sybaritic lovemaking.
She leaned back and lifted one leg past him. He was treated to a glimpse all the way up her soft inner thigh to her panty-clad snatch.
He felt his prick jerk insistently in his pants. He was going to have to get into some hot and heavy action soon or he would come like some teenaged kid getting his first piece of ass. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. And I'll bet you have other-hidden-talents, too. His lips kissed her lips before she could reply. He tasted wine-sweet saliva, then moved quickly down the line of her jaw until he came to her shell-like ear. His tongue stabbed out, cock-hard, into the aural channel. She pressed even closer to him, moaning softly, her hands fumbling with his belt. Ummm, oh! she exclaimed. Your cock! It's so much bigger than I thought it was going to be. And I had thought it was huge from the way your pants tented up back at the lot! Her hand was warm and demanding on his erect pillar of cock. When she began stroking up and down it, he felt tremors shooting into his balls and throughout his groin. A quick glance up at the mirror on the wall of the van showed her honey-blonde hair spilling across both them, drowning them in sweet fragrances that he associated with flowers on a spring day. Somehow, she managed to get his pants off. He didn't even remember how she did it, he was so lost in lust for her. Her panties yielded to his persistent fingers. He ran them under the elastic band, then he pulled and pulled and pulled until the resisting fabric began to flow over the curve of her bulging ass. The snowy white half-moons of her behind could then be nakedly cupped in his hand. Lifting her off the bed slightly, he parted her cunt lips with the tip of his prick. Oh! she exclaimed. Go on, get it on! I want to feel that big swollen cylinder of virility inside me. I want you to fuck me with it! Fuck my poor little pussy good! Don't rush it, darling, don't rush it, he whispered hotly in her ear. Just the feel of his breath gusting across her sensitive flesh made her even hotter for him. She reached out and her arms circled around his neck. She pulled him close so that his body crushed down on hers-hard. This is the way I love it, she sighed. He could feel her heaving tits under his chest. When she spread her legs wantonly for him, he knew that this afternoon was going to be anything but dull. He positioned himself so that the knobby head of his prick just touched her trembling pussy lips.
The- blood-filled flaps of flesh guarding her inner fastness were damp with her lust. Her cunt was pumping out her love-juices at a fantastic rate. But he didn't simply shove his prick balls-deep into her. That would be crass and everything about this hot bush told him she was class, all class, in everything she did. The least he could do was deliver his best-ever fucking for her. He teased her cunt lips with the tip of his prick until he felt his balls begin to lurch and churn in their hairy little bag. The lead-heavy stew of his jism finally forced him onward. The pain he was experiencing had to be offset by a sudden release-but not quite yet. There was new territory to explore. Lots of juicy, soft, yielding territory all the way up her cunt. He buried the head of his cock between her inner pussy lips. The pink, scalloped cunt lips flapped and caressed his cock in a lewd, wet kiss. He shoved his hips forward another inch. His prick was entering hot country now. He had to work to hold back the rising tide of his come. There was plenty more to do-plenty more pleasurable things to do. He had just begun to fuck her and already her sucking cunt was pulling at his prick, trying to milk him of every last drop of his pearly white jizz. Ummm, you're killing me! she cried out. Her fingers tore at his naked back and left bloody tracks. He saw her open her eyes and stare off distantly into the mirror. He knew she was being treated to a rare sight. His long, rigid shaft of cock was vanishing between the lips of her cunt. Every single detail was reflected back perfectly. As soon as she realized this was live action she was seeing and not simply a picture, he felt her tight pussy clamp down even harder on his cock. I have not yet begun to fuck! he loudly proclaimed. Another inch of his prick disappeared into her greedy cunt. She was working her velvet-hung cunt walls all around him now. They felt as if they were massaging his cock, teasing it, toying with it. He responded by shooting in another couple inches of his cock. She groaned and closed her eyes. The look on her face seemed to be more a mask, a mask of carnal delight. When his balls wetly slapped against her upturned ass, he paused for a moment to revel in the heat and cunt juice soaking into his prick. The way his cock pulsed and throbbed, he wondered how long he could keep control.
Usually he had an iron control and could fuck all night. There was something about this blonde beauty, however, that sapped his stamina and made him want to blow his wad in a hurry. It wasn't her cunt, even though it was about the tightest he'd ever fucked into. The heat seething in her deepest recesses made his prick shudder with delight.
The juice trickling out of her cunt around the thick plug of his prick tickled his balls as it dripped onto the bed. But that wasn't what aroused him the most about the woman, either. The entire package of woman was what turned him on the most. He loved the long, tapering legs snaking around his waist, ankles locked tightly behind his back, forcing him deeper and deeper into her cunt with every single thrust.
He loved the perfume of her arousal. The odors assailing his nose made him even hornier. He loved everything about this lovely blonde woman, spread so lewdly for his fucking pleasure. Faster, fuck me faster, you son of a bitch, she moaned. The words seemed to get her even hotter than she was. He felt her pussy squeeze down tight on his cock as she mouthed the words. If it was naughty words she liked, he'd give them to her! Your cunt's so fucking tight around my cock, I can barely stand it. You're the best fuck I've had in ages!
Give me some more of that sweet little pussy of yours! The words turned her into a hellcat. She clawed and scratched and drove her snatch down hard over the impaling spike of his cock. He gasped and really began to stroke into her softly yielding pussy. Nothing else seemed to matter to him in the whole world now. He was fucking a beautiful, willing, wanton young girl and he was enjoying the hell out of it. More, she sobbed, the tears of joy running down her cheeks. Give me more of that monster prick of yours. It it's stretching me in all sorts of ways inside. You're tearing me apart with your cock! He pulled out of her clinging cunt. A lewd sucking noise sounded and he had to look to see what was happening.
Just the thick, purple glans of his prick remained between the delicately scalloped pink inner lips of her cunt. Her cunt walls were so tight around his cock that he'd formed an intense vacuum as he pulled back. The obscene sucking noise filled him with more desire than he would have thought possible. Everything about fucking this agreeable woman turned him on just a little bit more. Bracing himself on the bed and taking one more long look at the scene in the mirror beside the bed, he drove his prick back into her cunt. The sight of his long, red cock being sucked up between the fluttery cunt lips was almost as big a turn-on as the feelings assaulting his body. The way her cunt clutched at him as he drove forward threatened to rob him of the hard-held jism locked up in his balls. When he felt his bush grinding against the blonde pubis of the woman, he hesitated for a moment to revel in the warmth and wetness of her pussy. She began twisting her hips from side to side in such a way that he was having to work harder and harder to keep from coming. He had never felt such pressures inside his balls as he felt now. She had a way of working him to a fever pitch, then enticing him to jet out his come before he was really ready to do that. Fuck harder, faster! Fuck my cunt faster! she demanded. Opening her blue eyes about halfway, she looked up into the man's sweaty face, then glanced over into the mirror beside the bed. A new perspective on the fucking-she felt the sexual tensions snap inside her. The sight of her cunt being filled to overflowing with cock set off another orgasm. She screamed out a long, heartfelt Aiiiiiieeeeee! and her hips went wild. Thrashing around, writhing in the ultimate human pleasure, nothing mattered to her now except the long, hot poker of manmeat buried all the way up her wet pussy. It was the center of her universe and she revolved around it. Each and every corner of his cock was revealed to her. She could feel the thick blue vein on the top of his prick pulse and buck with his hidden heartbeat. The throbbing glans spread out like a fan and pressed erotically into her pussy walls. She'd thought no man was big enough to stretch her cunt in new and different directions.
She hadn't met Don before. Even the shaft of his prick rubbed sensually against her pussy and made it sing a song of joy that had been lacking. When his fingers stroked through her blonde pussy fur and sought out her clit, she came again. And the finger pressing down into the tiny spire of erectile tissue brought her off still another time. And another and another and another. She was dimly aware of what was going on outside her body. She could hear the man grunting with the exertion of fucking her. Realizing her pussy was convulsing powerfully along his cock, she got off again. The lightest of touches was all it took to make her soar and glide on the kaleidoscopic winds of ecstasy blowing through her lithe, trim body.
And he was stroking constantly along her tiny clit to make sure she was as strung-out sexually as was possible. If he gave the thrill of a lifetime, she was doing the same to him. The man saw the heaving tits and had to bend forward to suck in the nipple of her left boob.
His tongue pressed hard against the nipple and he felt it slowly expand as more and more blood pounded into the tiny little pillar.
Rolling the nipple around with the tip of his tongue set off another come in her athletic, trim body. Everything was setting off her intense emotions now. Even his fucking was thrown off by the berserk motions of her hips. He decided that he'd better concentrate on his own emotions. The way his prick was paining him now was almost criminal, yet he wanted the maximum possible pleasure from this fucking. He might never again get a chance to screw such a beautiful woman. Her appearance hinted at her being a professional model or an actress; the way she fucked told him she was a sensuous woman who loved to ball. He wasn't about to give her anything less than his best performance in bed. Driving his cock in and out with short, quick strokes, he felt the friction mount rapidly. His cock began to expand as more of his own heated blood throbbed into it. When the fiery tide of his come began inching along his battering ram of flesh, he knew he would have to hurry. Spewing out his creamy load was only seconds away. His hips exploded in a frenzy of activity. He felt the woman convulse with a powerful orgasm, then his prick exploded like a stick of dynamite. He jetted out bullet after gooey bullet of jism into her greedy, sucking cunt. Whitewashing her pussy walls with his manseed, he rocked and fucked and drove into her belly until he was exhausted. He kept fucking until his prick was not only drained of all jism, but was beginning to go flaccid inside her still churning pussy.
Ummrn, she sighed, her arms stroking his upper arms now instead of clawing at them, you're one hell of a fine fuck. We're going to have to do this again sometime. He smiled down at her. Any time you want, Emily. He heaved a deep breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Looking down at his prick, he realized they'd really mussed up the bed in the van. What the hell-it was a small price to pay for the best afternoon of his life. Never had he gotten off so strongly, never had he enjoyed fucking quite so much-not even with his wife. Back to the lot it is, then, she said, beginning to straighten her short skirt. I've still got to look around to see what you've got for sale that's more in my price range. I love this van, but it's just too expensive for me. Maybe we can work out some easy terms-easy for both of us, Don said. Her smile assured him such a thing might not only be possible, it might be enjoyable for both of them. He drove back to the lot with a warmth in his groin and in his mind. He was so distracted by the woman's beauty, it took him most of the rest of the afternoon to remember to collect his ten dollars from the mechanic. That was one bet worth winning!
CHAPTER TWO
Sure you don't mind me borrowing the car, Dad? asked Fred. His father looked distracted and Fred knew why. Not only the mechanic but three of the salesmen had regaled him with tales of how his father picked up a really foxy blonde and drove her out to a deserted spot beside the road in the country and banged the living hell out of her. Fred didn't mind that part of it was much as he did not getting to see the type of woman his dad enjoyed laying.
Hell, of course not, Fred. I've got a solid acre of cars out there. Go on and finish off your running around and I'll make sure Jim gets to work on your car right away. Shouldn't be much bother. Just a little bit of a glitch in the timing chain. Whatever you say.
You're the one who knows cars. With that Fred picked up the keys to the family car and left. Whistling to himself all the way to the library, Fred mentally went over what he knew was going to happen hidden in the stacks. Amid the books, he'd find that sexy librarian, talk with her a few minutes until they were both simply too hot to stand it any longer, then they'd ball. That was the way he planned to spend the afternoon, at any rate. Whether it came out that way or not was something else. But it never hurt to try. His father's little escapade with the blonde had proven that. Sometimes all you had to do was ask. Fred loped up the steps to the library, taking them two at a time. His cock was making him acutely uncomfortable. The way it tented his trousers in the crotch was open advertisement of his excitement. He passed by the librarian at the front desk without so much as a second glance. She was old and dumpy and frowzy and snapped at him to keep quiet all the time. She was nothing like the luscious librarian in the hack of the stacks. He walked up and down row after row of musty books, reveling in the odor. There was something exciting to him about the smell of ancient books. The feel of their cracked spines, brittled pages, tattered edges made him come alive. It was as if he felt as young and feisty as they did old and tired.
Her perfume was the first thing he detected. Sniffing at the old books had its advantages. He might have blundered onto the woman and ruined everything if he hadn't detected the faint odor of jasmine. She always wore jasmine; it was her favorite and he'd given her a small, expensive bottle of it for her birthday. Fred edged around the end of the bookcase and peered down the aisle. Perched precariously atop a movable stepladder was Gloria and the sight was almost enough to make him lose it right then and there. His cock tried to turn cartwheels in his pants at the sight of her long, lithe legs exposed all the way up to the curve of her ass. The way she stretched made her every contour all the more provocative. Her tits bulged wonderfully against her blouse in a very unlibrarian fashion. She had big ones he loved tonguing and taking into his mouth to suck. The memory of his mouth all over her snowy white mounds of titflesh thrilled him, spurred him on. And, while she was almost twice his age, there was a youthfulness to her that the teenager appreciated. In addition, he knew she had the experience to pleasure him, no matter what his mood. She knew all the right things to do and say, how to cajole him into giving his best performance sexually, even how to make sure they both got one huge charge out of fucking. Screwing in the stacks like they did was part of it. These were public books, and every now and then someone wandered back here to check on one of the dusty tomes. They could be caught fucking if anyone did venture back at the wrong -right!-time. But that added a certain zest to the fucking that would have been lacking otherwise. Gloria knew that and made sure that Fred did, too. She was a great fuck. He walked on cat's feet to a position behind her. Looking up, he could see her shocking-pink silk panties nicely filled by the bulge of her ass. She was wearing smoky pantyhose pulled up snugly around her upper thighs and lips. Those would have to go, just like the panties. He couldn't fuck her tightly clinging pussy with them in the way. Reaching up, the youth ran his hand lightly up the inside of her tights. She almost fell off the ladder in surprise. Who? Oh, it's you, Fred. I wondered if you'd, ummmmmm, that's nice, if you'd come by today. I wouldn't miss it for the world. Just stand there for a second. His eager fingers worked upwards under the band of her pantyhose. In a quick move, he pulled them over the bulge of her behind and stripped them from her trim, slender legs. He loved the feel of her satiny skin, especially her inner thighs. Nothing excited him more, except actual fucking, than to draw his fingers up and down the woman's legs.
Sometimes he could feel her flesh trembling in anticipation. Other times, the skin was cool and firm, demanding that he use all his skill to make it quiver with excitement. Step out of them, he ordered. She did, balancing herself against the bookcase as she did so. She towered over him in this position. Her pussy was almost at his face level and that gave them both the same idea at the same time.
Go on, she urged. Do it. Eat my pussy! Her own fingers pulled insistently at the elastic band of her pink panties. The silken material followed the pantyhose down the ivory pillars of her legs to expose her black furred pussy mound. He licked his lips at the sight of her lovely cunt. The dewy drops from her pussy juices were beading on the blue-tinged lips guarding her inner delights. Pressing his cheek against her pussy mound, he breathed hard for a moment. She was slowly opening her legs to him so that he could work his mouth to the spot where it would turn them both on the most. He moved his Lips to her pussy lips. A rough pink tongue swirled out and dragged across the excited, blood-engorged flaps hiding her cauldron of seething carnality. His tongue stabbed out, cock-hard, and plunged deep into her cunt. The woman shuddered and her legs pressed hard against the teenager's ears. For a moment, he was dead and almost blind, but his senses of taste and smell and touch were running wild.
The acrid, biting taste of an aroused woman assailed his tastebuds. He rolled his tongue around just inside the woman's pussy and lapped up all the salty juices he could. Jaws straining, he drove his tongue even deeper and felt the velvety lining of her pussy. He stroked up and down a few times, just beginning a really fine tongue-fucking, then stopping. He wanted her as strung-out sexually as he could get her. That way they'd both get off in a big way later.
Later, when he really fucked her with his throbbing, paining cock.
Ummm, no, she said suddenly. No, Fred, you shouldn't be doing this. And not here, not in public. Someone might see us. The hell with that. We both know what we want-it's each other. Don't deny it. And fuck all the nosy people who might intrude on us. Hell, we'll give them a premier performance. We'll fuck so good that we might be invited to Carnegie Hall to do it on stage. Wouldn't that be something, to fuck in front of thousands of people? He felt her legs twitch at the thought of anyone seeing them screwing. He knew her protests were simply designed to make him respond and turn her on a bit more. His tongue busied itself running over the thick patch of pussy fur and then down to her cunt lips. The agitated flaps of skin were throbbing harder and harder now. When he saw her tiny little clit begin to poke meekly from its fold of protective flesh, he knew she was about ready to fuck. Another quick lick along her cunt lips, then his hands went to her trim waist and lifted. She came off the ladder easily and flowed into his arms. The woman was a few inches shorter than he and a perfect fit for the circle of his arms. But it wasn't simply his arms he wanted near her. His cock heaved and bucked harder as it was pressed between their bodies. She reached down and stroked his prick gently, starting at the base and working toward the plum-tipped glans. He groaned and almost lost his balance as waves of delight assailed his senses. He pressed closer, lifted her skirt around her waist and drove his cock for the erotic target of her sex lips. Even with her guiding hand firmly placed on his long pole, he missed. The blunted head of his cock skittered down the well-greased gash and came out poking between the thick, meaty slabs of her asscheeks. They were pressed as close together as a man and woman could get. He felt her nipples hardening and poking into his chest through her thin blouse. She wore no bra. That wasn't according to the dress codes required by the library, but few objected.
Especially the male users of the library. Not for the first time, Fred wondered how many of those men this sexy bitch fucked back here in the semi-privacy of the stacks. And then it didn't matter to him anymore. Her mouth found his and a tongue as rough and wet and demanding as his own speared into his mouth. She rolled hers around a few limes in the dank, wet cavern, then retreated to say, Hmmm, you taste good. I taste good. That's my cunt juice still on your tongue!
Fred didn't trust himself to answer. He was afraid his voice might tremble or crack with emotion. He lowered his prick and aimed upwards for her twat again. This time, with their combined efforts, he hit dead center on her cunt hole. The very end of his cock vanished between those sucking, demanding cunt lips, then paused for a moment.
He let the heat boiling from her excited pussy warm his cock. The juices running out around the thick plug of his prick dribbled down the sides of his shaft and lubricated him for the fucking yet to come.
When he felt ready to continue, he raised his body and sent his pillar of manhood exploring into wonderfully feminine territory. The teenager felt the librarian's cunt slowly enfold him. The warmth tried to melt his eager rod of cock. He gulped and shoved a little deeper into her juicy interior. The way he felt the walls of her pussy turn from soft to demanding sent tiny volts of carnal electricity zinging into his balls. The hairy little bag containing his nuts tightened a little and made the lead-heavy jism inside come to a boil. This isn't the place for fucking, she said softly, hotly, enticingly in his ear. Her lips touched the lobe of his ear as her tongue shot out and plunged down into the aural channel. When she began slowly flicking her tongue in and out, he knew she wanted more of his cock.
His trouble was all physical. He couldn't support her weight and adequately give her all the cock she was begging for-or he wanted to give her! He would have to change that. Awkwardly, making certain his prick never left its warm, thrilling berth in her twat, he spun around and made his way to a tiny chair sitting behind a wooden desk fastened to the wall. When he reached the chair, he gratefully collapsed into it. She moved quickly to straddle his lap, her legs on either side of the chair. Facing him, she was able to kiss and lick all over his face. And he received an added thrill as her tits crushed hard into his chest again. Reaching up, the teenager took firm grips on both those creamy mounds of solid titflesh. Stroking from the base to the very tip, he coursed over the satiny skin and quickly discovered the bumpy areola. Thumb and forefinger seized eagerly on her nipple and rolled the hard little pebble around in a circle until she began to moan and thrash around on his lap. The way her pussy clutched harder at his deeply buried cock told him of her rampaging lusts as much as any other reaction. Through the nubbin of flesh he held so firmly between his fingers, he could sense her heart beating faster and faster. He was exciting her. He was turning her on. He was the one she lusted after. She placed her hands on his shoulders and used the leverage to pull herself up and off his prick. When only the glans of his quaking manhood remained poised inside her, she hesitated for a moment and said, It feels so damned good in me! And I'm a greedy bitch. I want it all. All! She simply relaxed and let gravity pull her hips down to his lap again. The chair creaked under the impact of her crotch against his. The youth's heavy cock shot into her cunt and seared its way into her belly, driving her wild with lust. No longer could she restrain herself now. She had to have every single inch of that prick, fast, hard, deep. Nothing less would do. The woman began fucking herself with impressive speed. She levered her body up and her cunt tried vainly to hang on to the cock sliding like a steely piston from her oily insides. A sucking noise echoed down the rows of bookcases. Neither of them noticed or cared.
Let the entire world come and watch them fucking. All that counted to them now was the delightful sensation of a manly, virile cock surging hard into her pussy. Rising and falling, she built up friction inside. The tiny fires that had been blazing now flared into all-out fires that threatened to consume her totally. When the friction of his huge cockhead rubbing against her pussy walls was no longer enough stimulation for her, she began corkscrewing down into his lap. This sent his cock spiraling into her seething passion pit. Female crotch ground excitingly into male. She felt his wet pubic hair rubbing and dragging across her clit. This was all the trigger she needed to get off. Her insides convulsed once, then she exploded like an atomic bomb. Her hips shot up and down in a frenzy of orgasm as her cunt gripped harder around the youth's cock. She felt the thick arrowhead of his prick expand and fill her to overflowing. The way he stretched her already tight cunt made her come all the more powerfully. She continued fucking herself on the teenager's prick until the sweat ran down her face. She could even feel it trickling between her huge tits.
When the teenager saw this, his face dived to the deep canyon formed by her knockers and his tongue shot out to lick and lap up the salty fluid. The sensations of his fingers tweaking and fondling her nipples and the wetness of his rough tongue all over the area between her boobs made her chest feel on fire. Every breath was a sweet agony.
Liquid fire burned deep inside her and her throat felt as if it were covered with sandpaper. And she came again. The delight of his prick warming her pussy and the way his mouth and hands worked on her tits seemed to collide around her belly. There, the wondrous sensations mixed into another bomb-blast of delight. She came and came and came like a human machine gun firing. The woman was dimly aware of the arms circling her body to keep her from toppling backwards. She planted her feet more firmly on the floor and shoved up and relaxed, up and down, fucking away merrily to get the maximum from his cock. Every little wrinkle and contour of its buried length gave her a different type of thrill. The knobby head split her apart inside. Never had she found any man with so large a cockhead. And the big blue vein pulsing hotly on the top made her respond in tempo with it. Every fucking stroke of that cock into her steamy interior was in time so that they both built up their emotions to the breaking point before coming. She didn't like little comes. They were okay, but it wasn't much more than catching her breath. If at all possible, she liked to savor these sensations ripping through her body, store them up and then release all the intense sexual energy in one smashing orgasm. By fucking herself on the upright cock, she could pace herself, please herself and give just the right amounts of stimulation to the proper areas of her cunt. But nothing was perfect. She would have liked to sit there all day fucking herself, controlling the sexual tensions inside her and then having the ultimate orgasm. The way his bush tickled her clit made the tiny go-button throb with unrequited lust. It demanded attention and grew until it received more and more. The way her skin stretched around her pussy lips every time she drove that heavenly spike of cock into her pussy stimulated her clitoris, too. It bent and jerked in rhythm to her fucking and became more and more sensitive as it lengthened. She was totally incoherent and mumbling nonsense by the time the wet strands of the teenager's bush tangled around her clit and triggered still another come. She fucked herself hard to get the most out of it. And the way his hands fondled and gripped first her tits, then her ass made her come even more satisfying. She could feel his steely fingers pulling her asscheeks apart, fingers driving into the humid crack and toying with her asshole. When a finger actually stabbed up into the tiny ring of her anal sphincter, she came again. The feeling assaulting her body came from all over now. Every erogenous zone demanded equal time-and all of them were making her come like a string of Fourth of July firecrackers! Ummmm, oh, your cock! It's swollen big in me. And that Finger up my ass is driving me out of my head! She fell it wiggle and twitch, then dig a little deeper into her rectum. When he began to stroke his own prick through the thin inner walls of her body, she came again. His every movement was electric for her. No matter how she turned-or not-he was giving her one hell of a lot of sexual stimulation. Her tits crushed against his broad chest, his, mouth sought hers and his tongue duplicated what is cock was doing, and that finger up her asshole! As it slowly worked in and out of her anus, it built up a heat inside her body such as she'd never known before. Her hips moved faster up and down the greased pole of his cock. She felt her cunt begin to tense around it in preparation for still another come. Her clit throbbed and felt as big as a football. The lightest, most feathery touch made her all too aware of her own arousal. Her tits contained more blood than she'd have thought possible. They were pumped up like overinflated balloons.
And that ass-fucking finger! It refused to let her rest. It drove her on to fuck herself harder on his prick. No matter how she turned and twisted, bounced or dodged, it was there and driving hard up into her guts. The tingles of orgasm rapidly passed the point where she could control it. She was an over-pressurized vessel with only one safety valve: orgasm. She came, her hips hunching up and down on the teenager's cock until she was sure she would wear him down to a nubbin. Nothing of the sort happened. If anything, his cock grew bigger inside the tight confines of her pussy channel. She didn't quite understand that. The woman realized her collapsing cunt was due to her own climax, but why should his prick continue to grow larger?
He began stirring restlessly on the chair under her. He met her downward drives with an upward thrust that jarred her teeth together.
His finger fucking all the way up her ass began to twitch spastically.
Then she realized he wasn't able to hang on to his control any longer.
Her fucking had warmed his prick to the point where his white-hot jism would soon erupt and cream her cunt. More, he demanded, give me more! Faster! And his finger guided her in the speed and tempo he desired. He controlled her totally now through the use of that single digit. He could feel his own prick coming and going through her delicate inner membrane. Being able to stroke his own cock like this gave him a feeling of power he'd never felt before. He came, his jism fountaining out in thick, gooey strands to whitewash the interior of her love tunnel. He felt her pussy contract powerfully around him, then he gasped and abandoned his senses to the delights of simply shooting out gob after gob of his come. The pair locked together and rocked and fucked and clutched fiercely at each other until their mutual passions had died down a little bit. Then, his prick beginning to go limp inside her still convulsing pussy, he had to be content with holding the librarian close to him and feeling the powerful beat of her heart through the marshmallowy mound of titflesh. That was nice, she said softly. If anyone had been standing five feet away, they wouldn't have been able to hear her words. Equally softly, he replied, I love you, Gloria, I love the way your tight little pussy can clutch me so damned tight! He grunted as she tensed, then relaxed those muscles around his softening prick. That muscular spasm was all it took to squirt his limp cock from her pussy amid a flow of manseed and love juice. I wish we could stay here all day and fuck. It gets so dreary back here, all alone. Fred laughed at the woman. Lonely? You're not fooling me. I bet I'm only one in a long string you've got coming back here. She smiled a dazzling smile and shook her head, a strand of brunette hair falling into her eyes for a moment. You're the only one, Fred. Really.
I don't know whether to believe you or not, Mom, he said, looking his mother, Gloria Munday, square in the eye. You shouldn't contradict your parents. Now be a good boy and let me up.
Those strong arms of yours are squeezing the life out of me.
Just like that nice little pussy of yours did to me! he joked.
Yes, she sighed. Exactly the same.
CHAPTER THREE
I'd better cover up a little. I don't want that nosey Constance Prunewhip coming back here and snitching on me to the boss. Who? Oh, you probably saw her. The old woman in the paisley dress out front. The one who thought the Victorian era was racy. Gloria stood and straightened her skirt. Fred couldn't help noticing that she stood with her legs held just a bit too far apart as if the fucking had really put the ache into her joints. I guess so. I was in a hurry to get back here. I could have passed her by and never noticed. I take it she has the bright idea of enforcing her morality on everyone else? You got it, Fred. Gloria sighed as she leaned back against one of the bookshelves. Connie sounds like some crusader for the WCTU out of the early part of the century. Real Bible-thumping fury and all that. You can almost hear her screaming 'immoral' at some of the books on the shelves around here.
Here? Fred said in disbelief. Yon don't have anything in the public library that could be considered racy. Hell, if you did, I'd be checking more books out! Gloria smiled at her son and shook her head. Connie considers Shakespeare to have been the randiest of writers. And I caught her reading one the other day. I suppose she's trying to find out what all the sin's about. Poor dear, I doubt if she's ever tasted any in her withered-up life. Not like you, Mom! I don't really consider anything I've ever done to be all that sinful. Not even this little assignation with you today, Fred.
After all, we're both old enough to know what we want. And we want each other. That seems to be as natural a thing as there can be in the world. I'm sure others wouldn't agree, Fred said. Then, in a lower voice, he went on. Do you and Dad feel the same way-about each other? The woman had a stricken look on her face that quickly melted to be replaced by a mask of gentility. Of course. Your father can do as he pleases and I do as I like. That's what makes our marriage work so well. Dad went out and knocked off a piece today. Some really foxy-looking chick that came in asking for a car.
And he couldn't deny her a little test drive, is that it? snapped Gloria, blood rushing to her cheeks and making her flush with anger. I thought everything was okay between you. Look, Mom, I know that you and Dad haven't been getting along too well lately. The way you look at each other, the things you say-and don't say-all make you sound like a liar when you tell me your marriage is okay.
Gloria turned and crossed her arms, accentuating the swell of her ample tits. Fred took a deep breath as he saw his mother trying to control her anger. The very act that had made her mad, also made her more desirable to him. The flush in her cheeks, the way her tits rose and fell with each heavy breath, even the way she held her body all sent tremors pulsing through his prick. But he couldn't get it up again, not this soon after fucking his mother. It just wasn't possible. Nor was it possible for him to desire her physically any less. His mouth literally watered at the thought of her tasty twat. To wrap his lips around her sex Lips and suck on them, then drive his tongue deep into her pussy would be the closest thing to heaven on earth he could find. so we ignore each other more, she was saying. His mind had drifted away from the conversation for a moment as he thought how great it would be to tongue-fuck his mother. Everything we do seems to drive us farther apart so we don't do much of anything anymore. Even in bed. Maybe you're both getting bored with marriage. Have you tried anything to put the old spark back into it? Or are you too much buried in a rut? A rut's only a grave with the ends knocked out, you know. What are you talking about, Fred? There's no real boredom when Don's fucking me.
It's good. And maybe the same. All the time the same. That could be one reason you enjoy having me come around so much. It's different, it's illicit, it's got an element of danger involved as long as we fuck here in public. Has Dad ever balled you in public?
Like this? No, she reluctantly admitted. It just didn't seem to come up. It did for that slinky blonde he fucked to-day, Fred said. And it can if you sort of seduce him. You know, the usual stuff you women use on us men. A little ear-nibbling like this. He stood close behind his mother, his hands going around her waist to prevent her from moving away. His teeth lightly gnawed on the lobe of her right ear. His hot breath came and sensitized the already delicate flesh and when his tongue stabbed out hard as a prick, she pressed back against his body. Hmmm, that's nice, Fred. I like it. A lot. But, hey, what are you doing now? His hands worked their way up under her skirt again and he stroked across her pussy mound. He found what he'd expected to find; her cunt was already dribbling out a flow of tasty fuck juices. His finger carried a little bit of the lubricant from the flowing well of her sex to the tiny clit once again poking up. It demanded attention and he gave all he could to that little pleasure center. His mother caught her breath and held it as he fingered her clit. The tiny nubbin of erectile flesh quivered under his manipulations. As he toyed with it more, his mother moaned out, I need you, Fred. Please, fuck me again! I feel so empty inside! My cunt is hungry for cock! He checked his own responses and decided there was no way in hell he could get another hard-on so soon, even for such a worthy cause as this. But there were other things. He'd begun eating the woman out when he decided he'd have to get his prick into her and fuck her. Now that his cock was out of the running, it was up to him to get his tongue back in. Abandoning her ear, he dropped to his knees. Hidden fingers slowly balled up her skirt and pulled it above the flare of hey ass. The white demiglobes shone in the dim light in the stacks. His tongue flashed out, wet and rough and hard. He licked from the bottom of that smooth moon of asscheek across to the other buttock and then back down to the crease between her ass and leg. Pressing his tongue down hard, he could feel her flesh quiver and pulse wildly. More, Fred, give me all you can! My pussy is soooooo neeeedy! He didn't have to be told twice. The first time he applied his tongue to her satiny buttocks, he felt the added flow from her twat. The cunt juices now drenched his hand. Beginning a slow, methodical finger-fucking, he prepared her for what was to come.
Moving down into the deep canyon between her meaty asscheeks proved more delightful than he'd thought it would be. He tasted all the womanly tastes in addition to the heat and need boiling out of her body. Plunging to the bottom of the humid trench, he found her tightly puckered asshole. It appeared none the worse for wear and tear from his little ass-fucking with his finger while he had screwed her with his cock. Ummm, that's wonderful, Freddie darling, she cooed.
Your tongue makes me weak and watery inside. He could tell from the way her cunt was gushing forth a steady stream of her inner oils now. His hand felt as if he'd stuffed it into a can of motor oil. His tongue snaked out and lightly flicked the rim of the anus. She moaned again and bent forward from the waist to give him a better shot at her anal sphincter muscle. Licking harder now, he laved the tiny hole with all his might. The chary ring of muscle finally decided to relax a little. That was all the opening he needed. His tongue shot up into her rectum and was instantly seized by the collapsing muscle again.
For a ghastly instant, he thought he'd stuck his tongue into a guillotine. Then he flexed his muscles a bit and began a slow tongue-fucking of her butt that made the woman weep openly. He barely heard her for the drum sounds of his own pulse hammering in his temples. This was exciting him more than he would have ever believed possible. The firmness of her body all around his tongue, the heat, the pressure, the way she responded, all drove him on to do even better work. Tongue-fuck my ass good, Freddie, tongue-fuck me goooood! she begged. Her asscheeks were quivering now as if some internal earthquake made them shiver and shake. His own cheeks pressed firmly into the rounded mounds of flesh and warmed them, was warmed by them. His tongue thrust even deeper and his jaws began to ache and crack from the strain. Still, he couldn't stop. Not now, not after getting off to such a stimulating start. He picked up the tempo of his tongue-fucking and made her come. It wasn't much of a come but it was an indication how turned on she was by this. As he moved from her asshole to her gaping pussy, he called out, Is anyone coming? Can they see us? I wouldn't want to be caught! The words weren't inquiry. He couldn't have cared less if anyone was wandering down the long rows of books or not. He wanted his mother to be fully aware of the exposed nature of this oral sex. He wanted her to thrill with delight at the possibility of someone seeing her son eating her out in plain view. That would give her an even headier thrill when he managed to work his tongue all the way up her Cunt. And it did. The teenager could hardly believe it that his feathery touch across her clit got his mother off in such a big way. She actually screamed out loud and shoved her hips back firmly into his face. He was hunched down behind her now, bending forward at an unnatural angle to make sure his mouth was firmly planted on her cunt. When she spread her legs wide, he slipped through and lay down on his back. Reaching up, his mouth properly sought and found all the right places. His bumpy tongue shot into her cunt and stirred hidden passions there. In addition, he was able to savor the woman-wine frothing around inside.
Oh, God, I can't stand it, she moaned out loudly. Go on and tongue fuck me as hard as you can. My my cunt needs itttttt!
He whirled his tongue around inside his mother's pussy for a moment, then slowly withdrew it. She bent forward and placed her arms on a convenient bookshelf, then laid her forehead on the crossed arms for support. Thrusting her hips backwards and down spread her cunt lips even more for his erotic attentions. He hesitated and thought out what he wanted to do to her oozing pussy. He could tongue fuck her until she got off again. Or he could try and wiggle that agile tongue of his back into her tight little asshole. That had given him one hell of a big thrill going all the way up into her shit chute. It had surprised him that he would enjoy it at all. Or he could continue to give her clit all the oral attention he could. He knew that was the center of all his mother's pleasure. He decided to start at the front and work back. His tongue looped and curled through the bushy pussy fur. Tiny spires of wet hair rose under his educated tongue's urging. She was moaning softly as he came back to the leading edge of her cunt lips. Sticking up there bold as could be was her needy clitoris. He couldn't go on and ignore it much longer, not the way it was bucking and thrashing around. Pressing his tongue against it, he felt her heart beating firmly. He began stroking from the base to the pointy tip with the end of his tongue. Each stroke made her entire body shake with delight. He could guess at the fiery passions smashing into his mother's gut every time he licked to the very tip.
It it's super, Fred, she panted, But I want to feel that fucking tongue of yours deep inside me. DEEP! He wasn't going to be hurried. He continued to give careful, loving attention to her clit. The tiny go-button was actually growing under his tongue. His oral organ stroked and toyed with it, teasing the little nubbin until it throbbed hard and long. He sucked it between his lips and teased it even more with his hard teeth. The contrast of hard, pearly teeth and soft, sucking lips set her off. Her entire body shook but her hips began to buck so hard he couldn't keep his mouth pressed to her clit.
He allowed her to come, then hastily reapplied his mouth to her pussy.
His oral lips met her sex lips and her passions once again broke wildly. He reached up and grabbed a double handful of ass flesh.
It was the only way he could find to keep his mouth where he wanted it-and where his mother desired it the most. The rampant passions smashing into her tender body refused to allow him to eat her out properly in any other way. Tongue driving hard into her cunt hole, he started a methodical tongue-fucking that wouldn't stop even during several comes. The frothy juices boiling from her twat almost drowned him. And he kept sucking as hard as he could to get as much of the tasty sauce into his mouth. Lips coated with the thick oils, he appeared to have applied a glossy lipstick. The youth's mouth was restless. He moved back from her spasming cunt to her perineum. Light nips with his teeth aroused her even more and when he finally got his tongue back up her asshole, she came again. This time, she threatened to make him permanently deaf and blind. Her soft inner thighs crushed his ears to the sides of his head and cut off all chance of sound penetrating to him. And she shoved her snatch downward in a vain attempt to get his tongue back into her cunt. The motion only drove the hard pink spike into her asshole. That was good enough for the youth. He didn't much care now if his tongue found its warm berth in her ass or her pussy. It was almost the same to him. He enjoyed the sensation of his tongue being sucked deep into her body, being pressed tightly on all sides by hot female flesh. His chin nudged against her cunt lips and set her off still another time. The pussy fluids trickling down his face, the teenager moved back to his mother's pussy. This time, he wasn't going to be sidetracked. In spite of his neck aching from the unnatural angle required to get his mouth to her pussy lips, he kept going. Tongue flashing out to lightly touch all the spots along her turgid cunt lips, he occasionally dipped deep into her bottomless well for another mouthful of succulent cunt juice.
His tongue went berserk inside her soft pussy. The walls of her cunt flowed under his tongue and he got her off again. Slowing his oral assault on her tunnel of love, he began to methodically explore her cunt. Each and every square inch of the pussy walls came under his tongue and was treated to the utmost in stimulation possible. Even his hands helped. He diddled her clit occasionally to keep her pas-lions just at the breaking point, but it was his mouth that performed miracles now. Sucking harder, he drew in first one, then the other of her sex lips. He lightly chewed on them, not hard, but enough. She could hardly keep her hips still now, so great was the arousal caused by his mouth. I want it allllll! she whined. Her piteous cries echoed down the stacks of books and made him redouble his efforts to get her off. Such loud noises would surely draw people from all over the library. But the faster he used his tongue on her pussy, the louder the sounds. There was a positively obscene noise every time his tongue sloshed around in her juicy cunt. He forced himself to ignore all this. His tongue began to fuck her with hard, pistonlike strokes. When her pussy smashed down hard on his tongue, he knew she'd gotten off in a big way. Her cries were choked deep in her throat so his only clue came from the way her cunt walls threatened to mash his tongue and the copious flow of her juices. Sucking up that flow gave him an incredible rush such as he'd seldom experienced before. It was sexual, yes, but it was something greater, too. His own cock was dead and would remain that way for another half hour or so.
But this was the same feeling without ejaculation. He continued to suck up his mother's cunt juice until his muscles told him to stop.
He fell back to the floor, aching, and looked up into her still gaping pussy. The pink inner cunt lips fluttered delicately and invited him to come back. He tried and found his neck simply wouldn't bent right. The muscles had been pushed to the limit. Sorry, Mom, can't do it, he announced. Slowly pulling himself out from under her, he sat up and licked the pussy fluids off his lips with gusto.
But this much has been great! Uh, yes, I think you'll find that book to be quite, uh, stimulating, sir, she said. He turned and saw a woman in a paisley dress scowling at them. Fred simply smiled and nodded to her before agreeing with his mother that it would be stimulating.
CHAPTER FOUR
Gloria Munday had been uptight all afternoon over whether or not the head librarian had seen anything. She was deathly afraid that the old bitch might get it into her head that something wasn't quite right and simply fire her for cause. But, in spite of several searching looks and arched eyebrows, the older woman had done nothing in the way of even rebuking her junior worker.
For that Gloria was thankful. But her mind was still in turmoil over other things. She loved it when Fred sneaked in and fucked her like he had. And eating her out had been such a thrill!
Somehow, the almost-discovery had added spice to it that would have been lacking otherwise. Gloria wasn't sorry Fred had given her pussy that wondrous eating-out, but his earlier words had bothered her.
She knew that things weren't quite right between her and Don.
They hadn't been for almost a year. Yet she couldn't quite force herself to think it was time for divorce. She still loved the man and she thought he loved her. The spark, though, had simply gone out of their lovemaking. There was none of the illicit thrill she got from fucking her son. Once there had been a similar charge every time Don had fucked her. He was quite a cocksman. She remembered the long, fun nights when they had literally fucked from sunset to sunrise. But those were buried in her memory. They didn't happen any more. He was too tired. Or she didn't feel like it. Each of them was making excuses to avoid the other. And Gloria realized how close to the truth Fred had come. The marriage was boring them both to death. Gloria went through her closet until she found the flimsiest, most revealing nightie she had. She stripped off her staid, librarian clothes and stood in front of the mirror for a moment, stark naked, and admired herself. She turned first one way then the other. Hand on her cocked hip, she struck a high fashion model's pose. Not so bad, if I do say so myself, she told her image in the mirror. For an old lady of thirty-eight, you're still pretty hot stuff. She critically surveyed herself and decided she was, indeed, good-looking. Maybe not quite as appealing as when she and Don had married nineteen years earlier, but still one hell of a foxy lady. The way her tits sagged just a little didn't bother her too much. There was still enough snap if a man toyed with them to delight him. And the sag wasn't the result of poor muscle tone as much as it was the huge mounds of tit-flesh she had dangling from her chest. The waist was as trim as ever. She prided herself on how well she kept in shape. The way her ass flared out into a very womanly set of buttocks pleased her no end. Flexing her muscles even made her legs appear to be as sleek as a teenager's.
There was no doubt in her mind that she wasn't losing it physically.
Whatever problems between her and Don had to be the result of mental conditions. Boredom. She recognized it in herself. Every time he came home, she knew his little ritual. He would toss his briefcase stuffed full of useless papers and half-eaten sandwiches aside, grab the evening paper and retreat to a spot in front of the television.
Getting him to stir before dinner was hard and, after dinner, impossible. As long as the idiot eye was on, he would watch it.
And she was as much to blame. Had she ever tried to entice him away from the TV? Ever tried to seduce him and show him something even more thrilling than watching a football game? She slipped into the nightie and noticed it barely came to the bottom of her behind.
She bent forward and watched tie way it crept up, then she smiled.
This was going to be perfect. Reaching into the closet, she found another filmy dressing gown and tossed it around her shoulders. The peach-colored, gauzy material hid very little and highlighted everything. She looked like a French actress waiting for a sexy part in some movie. Gloria heard Don's car in the driveway. Heart beating faster, she waited for him to come in. The lights were down, candles flickered romantically in the dining room. The door opened and Don came swinging in, his briefcase thumping against the table as he tossed it aside. Evening, he called out. Where the hell's the paper? She went to him, more like a ghost wrapped in mist than the woman he had come to expect to be there. Good evening yourself, lover, she cooed. Her fingers reached out and sensuously stroked his cheeks. He blinked and took a full step away from her. What the hell's going on, Gloria? Why are you all dressed-undressed-like that?
Don't you like it? I'll take it off if it offends you! She began to remove the dressing gown and when Don saw the nightie was all she had on underneath, he rapidly reached out and pulled the gown back around her shoulders. Hey, look, I didn't know you were ready for bed. Are you sick or something? Do I look sick? Do I feel sick? She moved closer and her lips hungrily sought his. For a moment, he was taken by surprise. Then, when he had regained a modicum of his composure, he returned the kiss with all the fervor and passion with which it was given. Then, as if coming to his senses from some beautifully erotic dream, he pushed her to arm's length and held her there, simply staring. What's wrong with you? You don't act like this, Gloria. Do you mind? She hunched her shoulders, then straightened them so that the nightie fell open almost to the waist.
There was nothing but dimly lit space between her succulent tits and his body. No, I don't guess so. It's just unusual for you to do something like this. But damned if I don't like it! Let's go into the living room. I've set up dinner there for you. He followed her in, admiring the way her perky little ass poked out from under the nightie as she moved. He reached out and pinched her. It was pure impulse. For a second, he thought she would yell at him as she always did when he tried things like that. Instead, she surprised him with a long, juicy kiss that set his heart to racing. He sat in his usual chair and found her kneeling in front of him, a tasty bite of chicken held lightly between her fingers. She held it out for him and he readily took it, making sure to lick her fingers clean. They fed each other and Don felt his desire for her mounting. Yet he was confused at this sudden change. Once, an old habit hit him and he went to turn on the television set. When it didn't light up, he kicked it. She quietly told him, The set won't work. Hell, how long has that been like that? He kicked the set again, as if this would magically make it work. His feeling of frustration was immediately vented toward the inanimate set. It'll work tomorrow. It's just for tonight that it won't work, she told him. I pulled the plug.
Why? And then he had other things to think about. She came to him on her knees. The sight of her tits bouncing in front of her chest, veiled slightly by the peach-colored nylon, gave his cock a twinge such as it hadn't felt in years. When he saw the dark red nipples begin to rise he knew that she was as hot to fuck as he was.
She pressed close to him, her arms around his knees. And then, looking up, she moved closer to his crotch. With her teeth, she pulled the zipper of his fly down and let his prick snap to immediate attention. The long, ugly red shaft was quivering like a racehorse in the starting gate. It knew what it wanted and was eager to get it.
So lovely, she said, her fingers caressing his prick as if it were some sort of religious relic. Then she popped the purpled knob of his cock into her mouth. Ruby lips closed on just the glans and sucked until her cheeks went concave. He groaned and almost fell. He reached out and caught himself on the television set. Only with the sturdy box propping him up could he maintain his stance. Never had this weakness hit him so fast. He knew that his cock was primed and ready to explode. Her hot, sucking mouth moving up and down it had something to do with it, sure, but he realized that the entire seduction was taking, its toll of his stamina. He felt like a teenager again. But these were hardly teenaged games she was playing. These were very, very adult and very, very sophisticated. And he loved the hell out of it. Keep sucking, wench, he told her. I like the wet feel of your tongue all over my prick. She was cradling his cock inside her mouth with a cupped tongue. The roughness as his prick slid in and out made him come fully erect. Never had his prick felt stiffer than it was now. And the way she sucked on his cock turned him on in a big way. Tiny arrows of delight stabbed into his groin, then shot all the way into his belly. His balls in their hairy little hag churned faster, almost at the boiling point. The thick stew of his jism begged for immediate release. He held it in, wanting more pleasure before releasing the fiery torrent of sperm and semen.
Do you really like it, lover? she asked needlessly. Her fingers reached into his pants and fumbled out his balls. The lightest touch on the little sac was almost enough to make him come in her face. That would be a waste, he decided. Iron control held in his jizz, at least for the time being. Damned right I do! he told her. He perched his ass against the edge of the television. For once he'd found a use for it that didn't require sitting and mindlessly staring at the giant oval eye. She teased and tormented his balls as much as she could. The woman was getting hotter by the moment. The smell of male musk in her nostrils spurred her on to suck harder, to face-fuck herself just a little faster, to give even more stimulation to the bag containing his balls. She pressed her tongue against that hard little sphere dangling under his long prick and felt the agitation inside.
The balls were tumbling and lurching harder than she'd ever felt before. She went back along the tasty shaft of his cock. She licked it as if it was a merry popsicle. The taste made her mouth water. Whenever her nose burrowed into the thick fleece of his bush, she wanted to sneeze. The odors assailing her were making her pussy dribble out its thick lubricating oils. She heaved a big sigh and hotly gusted through the tangled forest of his pubic hair. That made his hips jerk spastically. This took her by surprise. He was close to coming. She realized then the full effect of her little dressing-up-or not dressing!-was getting to him even more than she had hoped. It excited him, it turned him into a raging beast intent on nothing but fucking! And that pleased her because she felt like a bitch in heat. She wanted that prick. She wanted it stuffed all the way up her twat and fucking the living hell out of her. Nothing less than being split apart all the way to the chin would satisfy the longing she felt deep inside. Her cunt felt hollow and empty, neglected for too long by this man's lovely prick. She wanted to feel him inside her, moving, fucking, making her come alive to the feel of his prick against her pussy walls. On your feet, dammit, he flared. I can't take any more of this. And I don't want to waste all my jizz by coming in your mouth. I want to stick this where it'll do the both of us a hell of a lot more good! He lifted her and spun her around so fast that she fell forward. The television set caught her fall. She sprawled gracelessly across the top of it. Before she could straighten up, a strong hand shoved her flat. This mashed her tits into the wood top. The hard points of her nipples felt as if they would pop from this treatment. And erotic surges of carnal delight blasted into her chest. She slumped back down and rubbed her tits against the set. The way the nylon of her nightie and the pressure on her boobs stimulated her, she could have gotten off just on those two things alone. When she felt him come up behind her, his legs pressing into the curve of her behind, she knew she wouldn't have to masturbate herself to a climax. His huge prick forced its way between the thick slabs of her asscheeks. She thought he was hunting for her cunt dangling wide a few inches below. He took her entirely by surprise when his prick head nudged firmly into the tight ring of her anus. N-no! she cried out. Don't fuck me up the ass! Please!
Y-you've never done that! You'll rip me apart! It was true. In nineteen years of marriage not once had he buttfucked her. And now she had enticed him so much that he couldn't hold himself back! She damned herself for not doing this sooner! But the pain as his monstrous prick forced its way into her chary little asshole frightened her. He was huge. Hung like a bull, he could rip her delicate tissues if he tried fucking her up the rear like this. She didn't mind her son's tongue trying to slither all the way up into her rectum. That was so tiny and wet it couldn't possibly hurt her. The size of the cock, though, was something else. She pleaded, No, please don't do this!
D-down lower! My cunt! Fuck my cunt! It was as if he didn't hear her at all. The pressures mounted as he leaned forward. She tried to relax, to accommodate this huge male invader up her back. Her excitement prevented her from relaxing at all. But that didn't stop his prick. She felt the blunted head of it slowly spreading her apart and then the entire glans was inside the tight ring of her asshole.
God, you're tight up the back. I should have done this before! I should have given you the sexiest enema ever! She was writhing, but she couldn't tell if it was from pain or excitement. She ached where his large cock was entering her asshole. But there was something else that she couldn't quite identify. It was excitement, but at what?
A new form of fucking? A masochistic thrill at the pain? A feeling that she was the one who had started all this and must now reap whatever happened? It was all of that and maybe more. She moaned and even ended up shoving her pert ass back toward the man's groin to drive the hot spike of his manhood into her rear. As it seared its way up, she thought it was tearing her apart. She knew she was bleeding to death from being ripped apart by a too-large pecker naming out her ass. Nothing of the sort happened. When her inner tissues began to expand to take the huge, strange visitor, she actually found a carnal thrill that had been lacking from regular fucking. There was something elemental about this. It was something an uninhibited animal would do And she felt like a bitch in heat as much as he was a stud in rut. Fuck me hard! she demanded. The warmth of his entry into her ass burned and lit more fires of raging passion inside her belly.
She struggled to shove her hips back to get even more of his cock buried inside her. The way her ass neatly fit the curve of his groin made her think they were two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle made especially for each other. She felt his hands come around her waist and grab hold. He could get a lot more leverage now. And he used it. She felt his hands tighten as he pushed out of her. She almost screamed at the suction inside her ass. The retreating prick formed a huge vacuum in her guts. And when his prick came to the asshole, there was an obscene smacking sound as if she'd farted. He laughed. And his prick immediately started back into her asshole again. She moaned and felt sweat begin to bead her forehead. The cock driving slowly, powerfully, into her body didn't stop until she felt his balls wetly slapping against her dangling cunt lips. The tiny amount of stimulation sent tremors earthquaking throughout her body. The woman tensed her muscles and the man groaned instantly. Dammit, he called out, are you trying to chop my cock off or something? That asshole of yours is like a hangman's noose! She relaxed a little and let the pleasure flow through her belly like melted butter. It puddled inside, then slowly spread up her spine. When it reached her brain, it glowed brightly for a moment, then exploded into all the colors of the rainbow. She came, harder than she ever had before. He grunted and hung on as she thrashed around, the long spike of his impaling prick buried up her rear. When the storms of orgasm had died down a little in her seething body, he pulled out again. She felt the warmth and friction of his prick against the insides of her but-tocks.
I can't take it any more, she shrieked. Fuck me good and let me come big! BIG, DO YOU HEAR! He gritted his teeth and began poling in and out of the woman's ass with steady, powerful strokes.
I aaaaaieeeeee! she screamed. He fell her asshole snap down hard around his prick. He gasped at the heat and strength all around him. But he kept moving. In spite of the powerful muscle trying to prevent that male invader from fucking deep into her rectum, he fucked. His hips and back strained as he drove forward. His biceps knotted as he pulled on her hips to make sure that he was able to fuck her deep enough to fully pleasure both of them. He needn't have worried on this score. The woman's brain was seared from the power of her come. She slowly regained her senses and found her body demanding ever more in the way of stimulation. Her tits crushed down hard onto the television set and felt like overinflated footballs. She rubbed and stroked and clutched fiercely at her own tits, squeezing them till she came again. The fire leaped into her chest and burned harshly into her lungs. The woman felt as if her throat had been coated with sandpaper and her chest was filled with napalm. But the biggest reaction to the buttfucking came from a spot still lower on her body.
Her cunt leaked out a steady flow of lubricants now. It trickled down the inside of her thighs and tickled. And, strangely, this made her all the more excited. She spread her legs a bit farther apart and felt her asshole tighten around the man's cock buried so far up into her guts. Can't hold on much longer, he told her. Gotta fuck for all it's worth now or forget it! So fuck, damn you, fuck me hard and deep and looooong! His hips exploded into a frenzy of motion. She felt his prick pull back and slam home into her ass. The feel of his upper legs straining against her well-rounded ass gave her an added feeling of need. The prick was finding her innermost desires and stroking across them. It turned her into a raving beast. She felt the fucking frenzy seize her. Head tossing from side to side, she sent a lustrous auburn cascade of hair into motion all around her. She rubbed and fondled her own tits until she thought she would poke holes into the quivering mounds of snowy titflesh. And when she moved to one side and pressed the corner of the television set into her clit, she found heaven. She came. The universe shattered around her.
Nothing except that hot, fucking piston of cock searing Its way up her shit chute. As her climax was dying down, she felt the prick inside her begin to swell. That already large pecker grew in size Until she thought it would rip her apart. Then it spewed out its hot load of come. The liquid surge of his jism into her bowels made her feel weak and watery. But the excitement mounted rapidly as she felt the sweet flowing jism and the hard fucking cock working together in her butt. The Greeking was about the best form of fucking she'd ever discovered. It touched all her animal instincts and even turned her once lackluster performing husband into a real stud. The Stud she knew him to be. When she felt the rigid prick begin to turn limp inside her asshole, she let out a huge sigh of relief. It was also one of disappointment. The cornholing was over. Her body could relax, but she knew she would have preferred him to fuck her far into the night.
Her body had demanded nothing less. Well, now we know the answer, he said. The answer to what? The next time anyone asks us what we think about sex on television, we'll have to answer that it's great! She laughed and clung weakly to the sides of the set. At long last they had found something better to use the TV set for than to watch. And what a dynamite something else it was, too!
CHAPTER FIVE
When will your parents be back? Denise smiled wickedly, her eyes gleaming like twin beacons of emerald.
They're gone for the whole weekend. They went up to the cabin and decided to forget all about the cares of the big city and all that.
Do you think they should have left their baby girl behind like this? Fred asked, his band slowly stroking along the girl's bare arm.
The flesh was smooth and warm and inviting. And he knew that it would become even inviting as the night went on. They think their baby girl's all grown up. And I agree! You should, she said primly. Then, smiling, After all, you know exactly how grown up I can be-in bed! The memories of the time they'd balled came back to him and made his prick begin to jerk aloft. Just the sight of the girl made him all too aware of his own manhood. His cock slowly stiffened just dragging his eyes over the smooth, curving neck and down to the ample bulge of her tits. She didn't wear a bra; she didn't need to.
Her tits were conical and firm and the nipples pointed upwards just a little bit as if in wanton invitation to his mouth. His arm snaked around her shoulder and began to work down toward the buttons on her blouse. Hey, none of that, she said, swatting his hand. Well, maybe a little bit. God, you scared me for a minute. I thought you were turning into a summer rerun of my parents. The dark haired girl looked up at Fred and asked, What do you mean? Is there something wrong between them? Yeah, I think they're getting bored with each other. I don't know how much fucking they're actually doing these days, but my guess is not much. My dad is knocking off pieces of ass around the car lot and Mom and me, well, you know about that. Denise nodded slowly. Fred had been very upfront with her and had told her about his lust for his mother-and hers for her son.
The girl didn't see anything really wrong as long as Fred and Gloria both got off on it. Their love for each other wasn't harming anyone else. Or was it? She asked, Do you think your dad knows about you and your mother? That might be making him stray a bit. I doubt that he knows. Besides, we didn't really get it on in a big way until after things began to get a little strained. I think it's just boredom. They're both thinking there might be more sexually exciting people out there and both want to check it out. Except Mom is a bit scared to actually try it. Hmmm, sounds like something should be done. I agree. But let's talk about it later. I want to She didn't allow him to finish the sentence. Her mouth fastened firmly on his, her lips demanding and moistly inviting. For a moment, be tried to get his tongue into her mouth and failed. Then, slowly, sensuously, she parted her ruby lips and allowed the tip of her pink tongue to tantalize his. This was all the provocation he needed. His tongue shot out and into his girlfriend's mouth. There, tongues tangling erotically, they tasted the sweet saliva mixing, headier than any wine. Soon, both were panting from the excitement of the moment.
Fred's mouth quickly abandoned Denise's lips and went hunting back along the line of her jaw. When he found her earlobe, he sucked it into his mouth and gently gnawed on it with his teeth. His hot breath sensitized the already delicate flesh and soon she was arching her back and struggling to get even closer to him. Her tits mashed against his hard body. She sighed deeply as the thrill of her erect nipples dragging against his shirt sent tiny tremors volting into her chest. She reached out and managed to unfasten his shirt. In a few quick moves, he was naked to the waist. She wanted him to do the same for her but he seemed too engrossed in nibbling her ear. The raven-haired teenager couldn't tell him to stop. She was enjoying the ear-nibbling too much! The blood pounded harder in her head until her temples sounded like drums being struck. When his tongue shot into the tiny channel of her ear, she felt an immense sexual need reach out and seize control of her body. Pussy beginning to leak its fluids, her breathing heavier, she started moaning for him to hurry. I need you in me, Fred. I want to feel that big, swollen cock of yours in me, fucking me, making me feel like a complete woman! His tongue began a slow, methodical mock-fucking of her ear. The promise of more to come raised her passions to the breaking point. She felt her belly tense and every breath poured molten lead into her lungs. The girl realized that they had the entire night ahead of them and that this was just a hint of what Fred had to offer her. She loved it and she wanted more! Ever since she'd met Fred and found what a stud he was, she'd become increasingly more demanding sexually. At first a quick fuck was all that it took to satisfy her. Now, unless she got a half-dozen comes, it left her feeling cheated. Fred had turned her into a sexually greedy bitch- and each of them wouldn't have had it any other way! I want more than your tongue, Fred. I want this!
Her hand fumbled at the bulge tenting Fred's trousers. She gripped down with feverish Intensity and made him gulp hard. But his tongue never missed a single stroke into her ear. He seemed intent on fucking her brains out with his tongue. Her nimble fingers managed to get the youth's belt unfastened. Then she ran the fly down its track with a metallic hissing that almost drowned out the lewd noises of his mouth working so eagerly on her tender ear. When she discovered his cock, it was rock-hard. Stroking from the purpled glans down to the base, she felt every contour of his cock pulse and jump with lust.
She fondled his hairy little sac containing his balls, then bounced it lightly to make sure he knew how much she cared for him, how much she wanted that long, stiff prick fucking the living hell out of her.
Ummm, don't, he told her. You're so damned hot I might spurt off at any second. Let's save it-for better places than your hand!
The words thrilled her but she wanted to hear more. There was an odd arousal she got out of mouthing naughty words and hearing them from the lips of her lover. What places? Up my asshole? You want your fucking cock to go all the way up my ass? No. You don't want me to give you a blow job, do you? You want me to suck, your cock? The way the rigid pole of manmeat jumped, she wasn't sure if this was a silent yes or not. But he shook his head and told her, I don't think that's where I want to put it. Is there someplace else?
Maybe I can fuck your tits. Drive the old cock up and down between those mounds of tit flesh! His hands began to unbutton her blouse. In the twinkling of an eye, her luscious boobs flopped out of the restraints of her blouse. The creamy white mounds of tit gleamed in the light and were crested by the bright red cherries of her nipples. The tiny throbbing could be seen in each of them and he noticed it even more when his mouth worked on her neck, across the throat and into the deepness between those mountains of knockers.
She sighed deeply at the feel of his wet, sucking mouth fastened so firmly on the tip of her breast. The way he sucked and licked drove her passions to the breaking point. She could hardly contain them in her tender young body as she arched her back to thrust her boob even farther into his greedy mouth. Ummm, he said, you taste good.
And these are the best ever! He licked from the base of one boob all the way to the nipple. She felt a line of acid searing her tit, then, as the saliva cooled in the air, she knew she was going to have her boob frozen off. And she wanted more. This couldn't stop here, and it didn't. The youth knew exactly what to do to turn her on the most. He was being deliberately slow and teasing with her. He sucked in first one, then the other nipple for a quick bit of mouth love. His tongue dashed out and crashed into the hard nubbin of flesh, then pushed it around in a small circle until she was sure he would break it off her body. But he never did. Just at the point where she might feel pain, he abandoned it in favor of the other. By the time his tongue had totally laved across her entire mounds of quivering tit, she was at the sexual breaking point. The tensions in her body were almost too acute for her to bear. The lightest touch would set off her climax. He made sure she didn't get it. He wanted her as strung-out as possible before he plucked her trigger. The girl leaned back on the sofa and allowed him to follow her down. Now his body pressed hard into hers and she felt the throbbing of his cock grow more intense. She managed to get one leg on either side of his body, her legs now spreading wide for him. The way her pussy felt so hollow and achingly empty, she simply knew she would go mad if she didn't get him inside her and fucking hard. The only problem was her jeans. She hadn't had the chance to slip out of them. The heavy denim material rubbed and stimulated her crotch every time she moved.
She felt the material growing wetter and wetter as her fuck fluids drained from her cunt. She had to get rid of them and allow his lovely pussy-pleasing cock up her tunnel of love. Please, Fred, my jeans! Get them off me! He only laughed, then began kissing lower on her belly. She could tell where he had been by the cool wet spots and the gleam from the lights. When he stuffed his tongue into her navel, she went wild. Her body couldn't take much more of this deprivation. His prick was so near and yet so far away! She had to have it, hard and long and virile, inside her where he could properly fuck her. He seemed to ride out the tiny storm of passion wracking her body and then left her belly-button to seek out the snap on her jeans. With his mouth he undid it. His tongue and lips manipulated the heavy material and began jerking her jeans off her like a dog worrying a bone. She lifted her hips and he maneuvered the heavy denim pants off her flaring ass. She kicked out hard and managed to get rid of the jeans then. Only her thin cotton panties were between her pussy lips and the tip of his knobby cock. As she reached down to strip the offending garment from her womanly hips, she found her hand caught in a viselike grip. No. Leave them.
But I want you to fuck me! They're in the way! Are they?
His hips slid forward and his cock pressed hard into her crotch. She gasped as a lightning bolt of passion erupted in her body. The simple touch of his cock through the thin panties was enough to make her gasp in sheer lust for him. See? he told her quietly. Then he moved up and slipped fully between her long, slender legs. His hands stroked up and down the length of one of those legs, then he seemed to lose interest as he levered forward again, his hips driving his cock hard into her pussy. She gasped in awe. Never had he aroused such feelings in her. The way the panties clung tenaciously to every part of her pussy mound made her come completely alive. Her clit tried to see what was happening and banged against the cloth. Her cunt lips were swelling with excited blood. They were trapped in the cloth prison, compressed, excited, stimulated more than they had ever been before. And his cock! She could feel it through the cunt-juice-soaked material. She knew the thick head was pressing hard against her cunt lips. She felt the throbbing movement of that battering ram of cockflesh. He couldn't get into her cunt hole, but that didn't stop him from stimulating her to the maximum. She came as he rammed hard into her pussy again. The cloth of her panties felt like a giant hand gripping her snatch. She was stimulated in all the right places-and all at once. The only thing lacking was the feel of a meaty prick banging away at her. It's damn hard keeping from coming, he said between clenched teeth. The sweat was pouring off his forehead and getting into his eyes. The sexual strain on him was immense, but with such a lovely teenager! girl wantonly spread wide for him, who could blame him? More, she begged, give me more of that cock! I want to feel you deep inside me, fucking me, making me commmmme! She shuddered hard as his prick smashed into the elastically yielding cloth of her panties. The stroke took him almost an inch into her cunt. The pain around her waist where the band dug into her flesh was nothing. The arousal he gave her was all. The girl's pussy mound pounded hard with excitement. Her clit was fully erect now and begging for more attention. With every stroke into her cunt, it received it. The skin stretched taut and the cloth squeezed down on the tiny organ of pleasure. Her ecstasy was unbounded.
She tightened down on the inch or so of fucking cock that actually penetrated her body. The juices squirted out around the thick plug of cock and further soaked the already wet panties. Her legs stiffened, then snaked around his body and locked behind his calves.
She didn't want him going away, not now. As if he had any thought other than fucking her silly! God, you're so hot! he panted.
And tight! I can feel your cunt squeezing down on me like a hand in a velvet glove. Or a vise. Your cunt's like a superheated vise around my prick! He fucked harder. Each stroke carried him a fraction of an inch deeper into her cunt. The roughness of her once-silky panties made her feel the fucking even more. The thin material was between his cockhead and her pussy walls. This made his prick seem even, larger inside her. In addition, the pressure of the panties on the pussy mound collapsed her cunt channel even more around his massive prick.
Finally, she screamed out a long, heartfelt cry of joy as the panties ripped and his prick shot balls-deep into her cunt. The sudden entry all the way up her cunt made her come. Her orgasm was more intense than any she'd ever had before. He had the knack for doing things just enough different each time that fucking was always invigorating, exciting, a unique experience. When he was fully thrust all the way up her twat, he paused for a moment. She felt his cock give one low, low shudder. It seemed to ripple from the base all the way to the arrowheaded tip. She fought hard to control her runaway emotions, hen abandoned herself to them fully. Let him give her all the excitement her young body could handle. She loved every second of this wonderful fucking! Shit, you're so damned hot you're melting my pecker, he gasped out. I never felt you this hot or tight before! She wasn't able to speak coherently. The words bunched up in her throat and she only made tiny, trapped animal noises. She had her eyes closed and was too lost in the pleasure wracking her body. Concentrating, she realized exactly how hot she'd gotten off the fucking with her panties still on. It was worth the ripped hole in them to find out how thrilling it could be. This was almost like rape. Like other women, she had a rape fantasy. Not that she actually wanted to be raped, but the idea of a strong, dominant man possessing her body totally thrilled her secretly. And having Fred fuck her like this allowed her imagination to flare and soar on its own. She struggled a little to enhance the feel of his cock throbbing inside her pussy. The juices from her cunt dribbled out around his prick and ran down the insides of her meaty asscheeks. The tickly sensation made her all too aware that, while having his prick inside her and resting was nice, she wanted more. Nothing less than all-out fucking would satisfy her now. As if reading her mind, the youth began drawing back. She thought she would lose her mind when she felt the intense vacuum his retreating cock formed in her twat. The entire piston of prick fitted firmly against her cunt walk and made a sucking noise as it pulled out. She simply knew her guts would go down that fuck chute and out her cunt lips. When he had only the acorn-tip of his prick inside her blue-tinged pussy lips, he hesitated. Then he surged back into her body so hard he smashed his crotch into hers. He ground their bushes together and lifted her hips off the sofa. She moaned loudly as she felt his crinkly pubic hair touching the very tip of her fully erect clitoris. The tiny go-button was straining against the tatters of the cloth from her panties and boldly shoving out to get the most contact possible. My whole body feels watery inside, she sobbed, the words shaking her entire body. I aaaaieeeee! She came. She felt the ice-and-iron grip of orgasm smash down onto her and send her soaring off on the gusty winds blowing through her body. Writhing passionately, her cunt clamped down on the long rod of cock buried all the way up it. The earthquake feelings didn't pass; they grew more intense. She clamped down even harder on the cock fucking her. Not wanting it to leave her seething cauldron of carnality, she used all her muscles to the fullest.
The thick juices squirting from her pussy betrayed her. The inner lubricant made his cock too slick to hang on to. But both of them felt the intense thrill of friction as his cockhead rubbed sensually against her pussy walls. C-can't take much more of that, he groaned. You're crushing me flat with your cunt. Gotta fuck harder.
Faster. More or I'll come too soon! He drove his prick back into her needy cunt. The friction of his passage burned along her velvet-hung cunt walls and made her come alive again. The come had taken a little of the edge off the sexual need she felt. Now that he fucked her harder and with more authority, she felt the pressures mounting inside her belly again. Fingers clutching hard at his upper arms, she pulled herself up so that she was better able to send her snatch down hard around his incoming manhood. There was a wet, lewd squishing noise as his cock sank deep into her twat, then both of them gasped as her hips began bucking and writhing around as if they possessed a life of their own. In a way, she was possessed-by a demon of lust. She allowed it to run wild in her youthful body. Tits flopping wildly, she continued to slam her cunt down around the thick impaling spike of cock. She squeezed her belly muscles again and felt the contours of his prick. This pushed her over the edge of climax again. Rocking out the last of her unbridled delight, she found her pussy alive with the fires of lust once again. He had continued fucking her the entire time she was enjoying her sexual high. Now the lightest touch of his prick against her pussy lips or the inside of her cunt made her come. He drove in and out of her softly yielding twat, giving her the maximum pleasure a man can give a woman. She began coming like a human machine gun. The orgasm followed closely on the heels of the one before it. She was sobbing and laughing, crying and screaming at the same time. The sensations ripping through her were indescribably tremendous. They lifted her and threw her onto the storm winds of desire until she came back to reality. Gotta fuck your cunt, she heard him say over and over. Just gotta drive that cock into your pussy and unnggghhhhh! The sweet gush of his jism into her hungering pussy set her off still another time.
Together, his prick fucking her as hard as possible while it spurted out his lead-heavy load of jism, they experienced the ultimate in human sensation. The sweat running into her eyes and down between her jugs, Denise wanted to simply rest. She felt the once proud cock in her pussy begin to wilt. When it slipped from her twat amid a tiny flood of her own cunt juices and his jism, she knew it would be a while before Fred could get it up again. And that was okay with her.
She knew he would, but for now she simply wanted to take a breather.
It was good, but then it always is with you, he told her, looking down into her Brazilian topaz-green eyes. I wonder, Fred, if your folks think fucking is this much fun. He shrugged.
Don't know. All I really know is that it's one hell of a ball with you! Well, thanks, guy. But listen. I've got an idea that might be just what your parents need. Why not and she proceeded to tell him exactly what she thought Don and Gloria Munday needed to liven up their fucking. Fred had to agree. But then he would have agreed to anything to get the chance to fuck Denise again. And again. And one more time before dawn.
CHAPTER SIX
Hi, Denise. Haven't seen you around in a while. Could I interest you in a shiny new car? Don asked his son's girlfriend.
Oh, I don't know, Mr. Munday. I was thinking of one of the smaller racy ones. Something like that one. When she pointed Don had a hard time trying to follow along her arm. He hardly got past her jugs. The way her blouse swung open just enough to reveal the white bulge of her ample, womanly tits made him lose sight of just about everything else. He could tell she was one of those liberated chicks who didn't wear a bra. And he loved that. While it might be fun sometimes to strip a brassiere off a woman just before you fucked her-just like unwrapping a Christmas present-he loved ogling the bouncy tits and swaying cleavages. And his son had picked a winner for a girlfriend, he had to admit. Her boobs impudently protruded and boldly caused little buttons to appear where her nipples pressed hard against the material. With a couple buttons unfastened the way they were, how could anyone miss the white surge of her tits or the way they simply begged to be popped into a mouth and sucked on? That one over there, Don, she repeated. Um, oh, yeah.
Right. Drifting for a second, he said lamely. Yes, I noticed, she told him, moving just a little closer to him. He didn't know why she was doing this to him. Tormenting him like any of the cock teasers in high school, she was moving just close enough to invade his private space and tell him she was available. When he saw her eyes dip down to his crotch, he almost blushed. That was something he hadn't done in over twenty years, yet he felt embarrassed when Denise noticed his erection. The bulge couldn't possibly have been due to anything else. The way his cock felt like turning cartwheels, he wondered that it didn't rip out of its cloth prison and go directly after the chick's hot bush. She was a foxy one, he had to admit.
Swallowing hard, he turned and walked toward the car she had pointed out. He heard her footsteps right behind. Really, Don, I don't know if one that small will do me or not. I have some trouble getting my legs in and out of the tiny cars. He turned and saw her raising her skirt. He almost came like a teenaged kid being promised his first lay. The sight of her slender legs slowly being revealed to him hit him like a bucket of cold water in the face. He found himself unable to look away as she slipped the skirt up her leg to show him ankle, then calf and knee and finally a goodly portion of her thigh.
It wasn't anything he hadn't seen before, but the way she did it was tormenting him. Look, dammit, I don't know what game you're playing Denise, but Game, Don? I'm not playing a game. I was just asking to see a car that wasn't quite as small. I and then he stopped. She was right. He was the one doing all the reacting.
She had pointed. He didn't have to see the white curves of her jugs as she did so. She had merely started to show him how her long legs wouldn't easily fit into a small sports car. He didn't have to interpret it as an open invitation to fuck. For the first time in more years than he could remember, Don Munday stood in confusion, words not coming to his lips, his mind racing and going nowhere.
Denise supplied the incentive for him as she bent forward to display her lovely knockers again. There was no way he could miss this wanton invitation. I think we both want the same thing, Don. I got a kick out of leading you on like that. It made me even more-hot.
Why do you want me? Don asked. I mean, come on, you've got Fred and I can't imagine him not giving you everything you could want. If you know what I mean. I do. But where does it say a person has to be satisfied with just one other person? Can't I shop around a little and see if I'm missing anything? And can you think of anyone besides you who'd be better at showing me if I am missing out on something-thrilling? She moved closer and he inhaled deeply of her perfume. It was subtle and accentuated the lovely odor of her own femaleness. There was no doubt in his mind now where this would lead. And he was eager for it. The way his prick was aching now told him that he'd have to do something about it and soon or he'd have a very un-adult problem and come in his pants. He look her in his arms and crushed her body against his. He was all too aware of the fact they were standing less than fifty feet from a busy street and in plain view of anyone caring to notice them. But the feel of her nipples poking into his chest, the way her tits flattened so sensually against him, the way her mouth eagerly sought out his, all told him to forget the people and concentrate on the teenager locked in his arms.
Her tongue boldly stabbed into his mouth and lightly flicked across the tip of his oral digit. She teased and toyed with him until his breathing became harsh and hot. Let's go into my office, he told her. We can continue this in privacy. Denise stiffened in his arms. No, she said adamantly. I want to do it here. It?
Here? he said dumbly, wondering what she had in mind. He suddenly worried that it wasn't the same thing he had intended doing in the quiet privacy of his office. Fuck. Your cock into my cunt. What did you think I meant? And I want to do it out here. Isn't it such a lovely day? It's made lovelier by you standing here, but you can't be serious about fucking out here in plain sight. My God, anyone who stopped out there could get quite an eyeful if Yes, she hissed wickedly. And doesn't that make it all the more exciting for you? Just having you so close is exciting, he told her, his prick growing even harder in his pants. He felt that steely rod pressing hard against the prison of cloth holding it back. The prick was racehorse-eager to get into the starting gate. Nothing less would satisfy it now that it had hardened into a usable fuck stick.
And it'll be more so when you fuck me in full view of God and everyone! Her fingers unzipped his fly and allowed the cock to come tumbling out. She snared it in the circle of her hand and began to pump avidly up and down on the man's cock. He tried to take a step away from her to protest this, then found out he was her captive in more ways than one. She wasn't about to let loose of his prick. And he couldn't go running across the lot with his cock bouncing in front of his groin. She effectively had him rooted to the spot. And the warmth of her hand worked its magic on his prick, making it harder and more eager than ever to get into a nice, hot pussy and fuck like hell.
Ummm, God, you're persuasive, he murmured. And I'm also mighty hungry for what I've got in my hand. Come closer and see if I'm not right. She raised her skirt in front and he saw for the first time she wasn't wearing panties. That alone made him gasp. And the pressure she exerted on his meaty prong caused him to sidle up to her just as she spread her legs wide open for him. Guiding him upwards, his prick bounced off her blood-engorged cunt lips. He felt the heat seething inside her and a tiny drop of her fuck fluid leaked out and dribbled down the side of his pecker. Go on, Don. I'm waiting. Oh, how I'm waiting to feel that huge cock of yours inside me! She pulled even harder on him to show him precisely what she wanted. But he found it wasn't quite as easy as he'd thought it would be. She was almost a foot shorter than his six-foot-three height. He had to bend at the knees to get low enough to force his prick into her well-greased gash. That was fine once but simply didn't seem as if he would be comfortable doing it all through the fucking. Turn around and bend over that car's fender, he ordered. She looked a bit surprised and started to protest. Before she could, his strong hands clamped firmly around her waist and spun her around. He didn't allow her a chance to raise up. He came in close, the upper thighs pressing nicely into her well-fleshed buttocks. It was as if they were pieces of a jigsaw puzzle fitting perfectly together. Ummm, yes, I see what you mean, she cooed. I feel what you mean! Her body tensed as his prick sought out her cunt from behind. She widened her stance and thrust her ass back to give him the best target possible. Neither of them wanted him to miss the quivering pussy he was so avidly searching out. The blunted tip of his prick found the puckered cunt lips.
For a moment, he hesitated. The fluttery feel of those scalloped inner pussy lips made his cock tingle with enjoyment. He knew the pleasures waiting for him even deeper inside her twat. But he had to pause and look around to see if anyone was witnessing this public fucking.
He saw no one, but the idea that he had an audience out there made him even more excited. He didn't understand it. The thought of fucking in public should have turned him off in a big way. Instead, he wanted to get in the saddle and fuck the girl cross-eyed. He wanted to drive his cock so far into her body that it would scratch her tonsils.
And all because of the fact they were less than twenty paces from a busy street. Go on, Don, get moving. I like the sample but I want the full course to begin! she begged. To emphasize her need, she twitched her delectable ass and tensed her pussy lips a bit around the plum-tip of his cock. He grunted and decided what the hell? and got on with it. He wanted to drive relentlessly into her gaping, dripping cunt. His cock demanded sudden fucking, deep action, the surrounding warmth offered only by a clutching female cunt. Only a perversity in his nature stopped him. He knew she wanted the same thing-and he was going to repay her for tantalizing him as she'd done earlier. If he could build up her passions the way she'd built up his, that would be fair repayment. He stroked forward, making sure his prick wasn't solidly in her cunt hole. His prick parted her pussy lips and sailed down the oily slot. She sobbed and fell forward, her fingers trying to get a grip on the hard metal hood of the car. You bastard, she cried. Fuck me, don't play with me! Admit it.
You like this. You like it a lot! She didn't answer. Somehow the words choked up in her throat. She closed her eyes and let all her concentration center on that short distance from her asshole to the front of her veed pussy lips. The clit was rising slowly to peer out of its protective sheath of flesh. The man's cock blundered along and smashed headlong into the tiny pillar of sensitive flesh. The teenaged girl gasped again. Lightning bolts of desire seared into her belly. She felt every quiver, every movement of his heavy, ponderous cock as it slipped back and forth rubbing the edges of her pussy lips.
Like it now? he asked. He was hardly able to keep his own voice from shaking. The feelings racing along his cock and hammering into his balls made him even more aware of how close he was to losing his wad. It had been long years since any fucking had gotten him this hot this fast. And he loved it. He just hoped that he could prolong the feelings long enough to let them both enjoy the fucking to the utmost.
He drove his cock even harder along the oily cradle of her pussy.
The lips spread and obscenely licked and kissed his prick. When he felt the tiny nubbin of the girl's clit bounce off the head of his cock, he paused. He made sure those two organs-his so large and hers so small-properly stimulated each other. And he had a sudden inspiration. He bent forward at the waist and whispered heavily into the girl's shell like ear, Look! They're watching me fuck yon!
They're able to see everything! There wasn't anyone simply standing and staring but she must have thought he saw someone who was.
She came. Big. It shook her entire body and she cried out piteously as the orgasm wracked her up. The ice-and-iron grip refused to let loose of her. When she felt the powerful piston of his prick begin to slide back and forth along her twat lips, this pushed her even higher during her climax. She was shaking and limp inside when she came down from her sexual high. You son of a bitch, she moaned. No one saw us! I know it! No, no, you're wrong. Look, there's another person just watching us. Even has a camera and is taking pictures!
He felt her trim body stiffen again as orgasm sneaked up on her.
He kept his cock stimulating her cunt lips as fast as he could. The friction was working its sexual magic on her-and on him. His prick was pulsing with desire and refused to be left out in the cold. Only the top side of his cock was receiving the attention it felt to be its due. It wanted more and knew where to find it. She shrieked a wordless cry as he plunged balls-deep into her cunt. The sudden passage of his prick caused her tight pussy walls to stretch in new and wondrously different directions. For a ghastly moment, she worried that he was ripping her apart all the way to the chin. Then her youthful inner membrane began to expand to take the thick, long male invader. Fuck me good, damn you, she moaned. I want to feel your swollen prick in me, really feel ittttttt! His hips exploded in a frenzy of movement. He fucked her with long, deep, hard strokes. He drove so mercilessly into her softly yielding cunt that he actually picked her feet up off the ground. He sent her half-sprawling across the hood of the car, his prick the only thing lifting her.
Never had he shoved farther up a chick's pussy than now. And the way she wiggled her ass and crammed her hips back to meet every incoming stroke added depth to his fucking. He was surrounded by the hottest, tightest pussy he'd ever felt. If he hadn't known better, he would have thought she was a virgin. But no virgin knew the moves she put on him. The way her ass waggled in a small circle threatened to break his cock off at the roots. And he loved it! The way her well-trained cunt walls collapsed and sucked hard at his buried cock told him that he wasn't the first to fuck her like this. But he was receiving the full benefits of her other learning sessions. She shuddered every time his fleshy battering ram drove hard in between her cunt lips. The friction of the fucking rapidly mounted up inside her and threatened to set off fires that would totally consume her.
The tiny banked fires of her lust had sprung into full-blown flames as he had slid back and forth along her gash. When he shoved himself into her boiling passion pit, he had escalated this passionate war to the ultimate. The girl felt her pussy walls ripple with desire as his cock sailed into her cunt. She tensed and relaxed certain muscles to give him the most erotic massage possible. Gripping at the broad arrowhead of his glans made her feel even more filled to overflowing with cock than usual. She clawed at the metal of the car hood in a vain attempt to release some of the rousing passion rampaging through her loins. It didn't work. She had to have a release from the intense sexual pressures inside her belly. She came. She tried to keep from screaming loudly, but she couldn't hold it back. Naturally passionate, enjoying it most when she could thrash around and scream at the top of her lungs, the girl simply wasn't able to keep silent while he fucked her in the middle of the car lot. Not so loud, he cautioned her. People are staring at us. They're wondering what's going on. They might even be able to see my prick vanishing into your cunt. I know that the sunlight will reflect off the cunt juices running down the inside of your leg. It must look like a mirror to those people. She closed her eyes and put her sweaty forehead against the cool metal of the car. She didn't know if he was lying to her or not. The girl didn't want to find out, either. It was so damned erotic thinking that people were watching them fuck that she wanted to savor the sensations inside her. The way his cock pioneered new roads up her cunt. He didn't simply drive in straight each time. He moved slightly from side to side, seeking new angles of penetration so each and every square inch of her pussy flesh would receive the stimulating contact of his prick. She came again. Her lungs filled with liquid fire and she shrieked AAIEEEE! while her body jumped around like a marionette with its strings cut. But she didn't go flopping around loose, though. That iron-hard poker of delight buried up her pussy held her firmly in place. The more she writhed around to display her passions, the more he drove into her and pinned her against the car's fender. Jesus, you're bringing the cops, he muttered.
They're coming to see what the disturbance is in the middle of the car lot. She heard the sirens and panicked. She had thoughts of being busted and tossed in jail for the rest of her life. The girl knew that if she'd killed someone or robbed a bank, not much would be done, but if she was caught fucking in public, they'd toss her in jail and throw away the key. She would be a contaminant of society, a model for all the hedonistic elements. Your office! she cried. To your office, and she felt his prick swell even larger inside her tiny cunt. He held her firmly with his hands on her slender waist. She tried to get her legs under her and failed. All she succeeded in doing was wrapping them around his and driving his dick even deeper into her churning well of desire. Let's get out of here before the police Still he refused to let her go free.
His cock exploded in a berserk fucking. She felt the friction mounting inside her. Opening her eyes, she saw the police car go roaring past out on the street. They weren't after her! But they might have been!
The thought of her narrow escape pushed her ecstasy to the breaking point again. She abandoned herself to the inevitable. She allowed his hard fucking prick to shove her over the brink and into total sexual release. Her orgasm this time was even more intense that the one before. She didn't try to figure out why her spine arched and pleasure exploded in her mind. Or why her tits felt like overinflated balloons ready to pop. Or why his cock seemed even larger inside her pussy. She simply accepted all that and the wondrous gill of orgasm he had granted her. Can't go on much more. Your cunt's burning up my prick. Going to burn it to a charred stump. Gotta and his voice faded away. She heard nothing but the wild, sensuous pounding of her own pulse in her temples. It might have been a drumbeat or the ocean's surf sounding so loudly in her ears, but that was secondary to the way her body erupted in a glorious burst of total sexual release. She had barely started down from her orgasmic peak when his fucking cock pushed her up and over the edge again. And again. And again for a final time. Her body felt drained, empty, sated. Seldom had her sexual hungers been so fully fed. Gotta come! he grunted. And she felt the sweet, flowing love of his jism squirt up into her pussy. The warmth excited her but her body was too worn-out from the multiple comes to react fully. She simply sighed and tried to relax and enjoy the feel of his hot, pounding cock fucking the hell out of her.
When the last spurt of his come was gone and his cock began to slip from her pussy, she straightened and turned to face the man.
Looking up into his eyes with her blazing green ones, she told him, That was super, Don. I mean it. I've never gotten off so powerfully before. You really shot me off into orbit! He looked down at the sleeping snake between his legs before saying to Denise, And you took it out of me. Made me feel like a kid again. You're no kid. No kid can fuck like that. Not even Fred? he asked, a smile dancing on his lips. He was still wondering why the girl had come to the lot in the first place. He wasn't complaining at getting the chance to bang her in full view of half the city's population, but she seemed content with Fred. What made her make a play for him, an old man by any teenager's standards? Fred is good. I can't lie and say he's not, but he never got me off like you just did. And that's why I want another chance. Maybe tonight? At the stock car races. She smiled a wicked smile and the way her eyes gleamed, he knew she had more in mind than simply watching the race. Some chicks were turned on by powerful cars and the ever-present smell of death that hung over a race track. But for another chance to sink his prick into her tight pussy, he'd volunteer to be shot to the moon in an orange crate.
What say I pick you up around eight? If Fred won't mind.
Fred won't mind at all, Denise said, that wicked smile turning positively evil. But Don didn't notice. He was already anticipating the fun they were going to have that evening.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Fred was flat on his back and Gloria was straddling his waist. His upright cock was poised at the gates to her cunt. She sighed deeply as she lowered herself onto the glans of his cock. The purple tip vanished between her pink flaps and then she seemed to freeze. What's the matter, Mom? he asked. Aren't you going to fuck yourself after you've taken advantage of my inexperience and youthful naivete? You make it sound like I was the one doing the seducing. Who was it that came up here and almost begged me for a little action? It sure wasn't your friendly librarian who'd gotten hornier than hell. It was her son. You, kiddo, you! He gulped as he felt her educated pussy lips wetly caress the very tip of his cock. She was staying just far enough up so that her hips wouldn't come shooting down and cause his prick to vanish entirely into her humid tunnel of desire. The teenager reached up and slid his hands under her blouse. The flesh he discovered was warm and willing.
Emboldened by this discovery, he moved up even farther until he came to the broad base of her tits. Squeezing down a little made the woman close her eyes and gasp in sudden pleasure. Don't do that, Fred. I I won't be able to control myself if you keep touching my tits like that. Ummmm, so niiiiice, though. So damned nice!
What's wrong with me running my fingers along the smooth slopes of those fine tits of yours? And maybe taking the nipples between my thumb and index finger and rolling it around. Hey, the nipples are growing. I can feel them expand! The woman sighed more deeply this time, she felt the insidious pleasure creeping into her body. She wanted to simply relax her hips and send her body plummeting down around his prick like some meteorite falling from outer space. Gravity would do all the work for her. She need only enjoy the sensations that would rip through her loins. But she didn't make the move.
Waiting, she let the teenager's fingers roll her nipples around like tiny marbles of flesh. When she felt those tiny pillars of nipple begin to spring erect, she knew she wouldn't be able to contain her ravenous emotions much longer. She needed that cock fucking her. She needed the warmth it could give her, the excitement, the satiation.
They're hard like erasers, he observed, still fondling her tits and squeezing down hard on her nipples. His lightest touch was electric. She felt the carnal bolt of energy all the way down into her chest. And it seemed as if the two sensations fighting for supremacy in her body would soon mingle and merge. The way her belly shivered at the nearness of his cock was making her hotter and hotter.
She could hardly keep from indulging herself fiercely. The cock could have been dipped in acid for the huge effect it was having on her. The cunt lips shivered and fluttered like tiny birds' wings on the head of his dong. The thick juices leaked from her cunt and ran down the sides of his ponderous, virile shaft. But she wouldn't sink that cock any deeper into her belly. Not yet. Not until she felt the time was exactly right. Conflicting for total joy in her body was the boy's hand on her boobs. His feathery touches were more exciting than any oilier motion against her tits could have been, he knew all the right things to do and the exact pressures to use. He began pushing the hard nipples into the marshmallowy flesh of the tit. She sobbed now, trying to hold in her emotions. She didn't want to cry loudly for fear that someone might hear her. This was a public place.
Damning Fred for doing this to her, she continued to revel in the sensations he generated in her tits. They were filling with blood from her pounding heart. She felt the nipples harden until not one more drop of excited blood could be squeezed into them. Then she found out how wrong she was. Her son's hands cupped the bottoms of her jugs, then squeezed down hard. He didn't stop there, however. He knew more ways to get a chick turned on than most men twice his age. Slowly drawing his hands toward the tips of her boobs, he pushed ahead of his fingers a steady flow of blood. He made sure they were filled to the breaking point-and that her nipples pulsed with outrageous joy.
Then he lightly flicked his fingers across the tips of her nipples.
She came, hips writhing and lips tightly compressed to hold back the screams of passion she wanted so badly to release. Her breath came hot and heavy and her knockers bobbed up and down, even in the grip of the teenager's hands. When the fierce winds of orgasm had died down a little in her body, she managed to say, Fred, please. Let's do this later. I I don't want to get caught up here. My boss has been spying on me as if she suspected something has been going on.
It has. And I intend for it to continue. So what if there's a guy at the end of the stack? He can't see us unless he looks good and hard- or if he gets closer. Fred, no! She tried to turn and see the man he Was referring to. His firm grip on her jugs prevented her from turning. Let him be. And don't make too much sound or you'll attract his attention for sure. Just keep going. Like this. He pushed his hands into the bottoms of her tits. This caused her to rise up on her knees and let the end of his cock come perilously close to slipping free of its erotic berth just inside her pussy lips.
Then he pulled down firmly on her boobs, as if he intended to rip those doughy mounds from her chest. She shrieked as her hips dived down and his prick seared all the way up into her cunt. Their bushes ground together for a moment as her hips swung from side to side, then he exerted the pressure on her boobs again to get her to rise up. When only the bulbous head of his cock remained inside her cunt hole, he stopped the pressure. Please, Fred, the man will see us. Christ, he's sure to hear the awful sound of your cock fucking my twat! That juicy smacking noise is going to echo throughout the whole damned library! She was close to tears. Fred didn't know if it was the effect of his cock in her pussy, the way he was manhandling her satiny tits, or the fear of being discovered. Or all three of those turn-ons.
Let me worry about that. Hey, he's leaving. Didn't even look down this way, he lied. He felt her relax a little around his cock before he said, Ooops, the guy's back. And he's got a friend with him this time. The two of them are just standing and talking down there.
Fred, let's stop now! I don't want to be seen fucking you! For God's sake, you're my own He was playing her as a fisherman plays a hooked trout. He gave her a little line, then pulled her in, then let her run free for a little before tightening his hold on her once more. This fear, he knew, could be turned into sheer passion if he did everything just right. There wasn't anyone to be seen in the library. The two of them were alone, but as long as she stayed spread wide over his prick, she wasn't able to turn and see for herself. She would have to rely on his reports. And he intended to make them drive her wild with passion before they were through fucking.
No. I love the feel of your soft pussy all around my cock. And I'm not simply lying here on the floor for nothing. It's drafty. And there's only one way you can warm me up. Get to it, lady! He used his grip on her boobs to make her slide back down the long length of his fuck stick. The sound of the cock intruding on the wet interior of her cunt was so lewd it made his cock leap and buck around almost as much as the feel of the satiny cunt walls. The teenager enjoyed this position more than any other. He could watch his cock slowly disappear into the depths of her pussy. The sight was a big turn-on.
The way her cunt lips parted for his huge girth pleased him. He split her apart as well as any man could do. But the slowness of her cunt gobbling up his cock made him more aware of the passions running through his own groin. His balls tumbled and lurched wildly in their hairy little bag dangling under his cock. He felt the lead-heavy stew of his jism begin to boil with desire. Fighting his body's urge to send a white-hot gout of jism arching out into her yearning cunt, he moaned softly and concentrated on keeping his desires in check. The way his balls tightened into a hard little sphere told him that he wouldn't be able to hang on long, but it would be long enough to give them both all the joy they could handle. Ummm, I love it, too, Fred, but we shouldn't be doing this where anyone can see us.
Why? Are you ashamed of fucking your own son? Is that it? You're getting hang-ups about incest? He bore down on the last word, knowing that it would make her even more agitated. That was what he was after.
If he could make his mother so hot to trot that she simply erupted with lust, that would serve his purposes nicely. No, it's not that. But this is public! You keep saying that. Either you're ashamed to be seen with your own son or not. I say shut up and let's really get it on before those guys decide to wander down this aisle!
He pulled downwards on her boobs, forcing her hips to lower around his cock. His prick vanished into her snatch. The way her pussy fur was matted, it seemed to be an erotic arrow showing exactly the point where his cock was to be stuffed. He felt his prick buck and dance hard inside her tiny twat. The walls of her pussy were hung with small dewdrops of cunt juice that lubricated his cock for the next trip into it. First things first, though. His hands began kneading her tits as if they were merely hunks of dough waiting for the oven. He started rotating her left tit in a clockwise direction while her right tit was pushed in the opposite direction. This made it seem as if her body was coming apart. She didn't feel pain, he wasn't squeezing down hard enough on her boobs for that, but she did feel a definite arousal. The tiny spears of delight that had been shooting into her chest suddenly loomed large and menacing. She couldn't control the ravaging lusts locked up inside her body any longer.
She gasped and let the sensations take her. She quivered and groaned loudly as she came. Forgotten were the two men down the aisle who might wonder what was happening. Forgotten was everything but the way her son was playing with her tits. He was expert at it and making her stay up on top of the pinnacle of her come longer than she'd have thought from a breast-induced come. More, give me more, she begged. I don't give a flying fuck who hears us! I want all of it!
She wasn't quite coherent but her son knew what she meant. And he arched his back and lifted his hips off the floor to shoot his cock upward into her hungry cunt. She felt the heated rocket of solid manmeat coming into her pussy. She shivered and goose-flesh danced along her arms. And then she exploded into another come. Her entire body was like one giant raw nerve-ending. The lightest of touches was enough to send her sailing off on a come. She could hardly stand the intensity of her feelings. Her throat was covered with broken glass, making every breath a painful experience. Her lungs had long since filled with molten lead. It bubbled and perked up to make her tits feel as if they'd been popped into a furnace. She was completely alive as she'd seldom been before in her life. This was sex, this was fucking, as Nature had meant it to be. What matter it was her very own son's cock lodged so firmly inside her juicy twat? That only added spice to the adventure. As he relaxed and his prick slipped from her slobbering cunt, she decided she had to have more of that tasty prick. It was as alive as she was. She had to feel it touching her every hidden nerve, making her into a complete woman again. She simply relaxed and came plunging down to bury his prick into her cunt.
They both grunted at the force of impact. There was no denying her needs now. She ground her cunt as hard into his groin as possible.
She felt the incredible churning in her own pussy as his cock slowly twisted and stimulated her. Her cunt walls seemed to try to cling to his meaty prick. That made her insides twist and twitch in response.
She felt the skin all over her snatch tighten. When it pulled her clit over to one side, she came again. That tiny little pea-sized organ gave her the most intense sensation possible for a woman to experience. She screwed her eyes shut and simply let the orgasmic winds blow through her body. She knew the cock was pulsing hard in her pussy. She knew the hands were working avidly at her tits. She knew that people might be watching her fuck her own son. She knew all that and more and it fed the flames of lust consuming her. Move, damn you, came the distant command. The woman didn't understand who was speaking. Then she felt her son's hands pushing hard against her jugs.
That told her he wanted her to rise up on his prick again, to fuck herself faster and forget all about the feelings she experienced with his cock simply quiescent. As if moving in slow motion, she exerted the strength needed to rise up on her son's long cock. When her cunt hole sensed the nearness of the thick hood of his glans approaching, she stopped, then reversed her motion. Their crotches squished together wetly, passionately. She didn't hesitate at the bottom of her fucking cycle this time. Immediately rising again, she repeated the motion. The friction against her innards built up with every stroke of his prick in and out of her pussy. She loved the way it seemed to come alive and possess her. The warmth was like melted butter flooding into her belly to puddle there in eager anticipation of still another climax. She drove her hips in that up-and-down motion, fucking herself, feeling his prick entering and leaving her excited cunt until she did get off again. Shit, he moaned, I can't take that much more. Your pussy squeezes me flat every time you come. I gotta fight back the jizz even now. You're making me feel like I'm just now getting my first piece of ass!
The words thrilled her. This was her own son she was pleasuring so much! And it was his prick hotly drilling into her belly. Her cunt convulsed again as the spasm of orgasm rippled through her entire body. She was sweating profusely now and even this oddly stimulated her and kept her sexually strung out longer than she would have thought possible. The steady stream of salty sweat ran between her tits and tickled across her belly. She knew it was running down her back and each bone in her spine formed a tiny dam to hold it back just long enough. Go, damn you, go! Fuck harder! cried Fred. I want to feel your cunt swallowing my entire goddamned cock! The words spurred her on. Everything her son did was intended to heat her to the boiling point. When her lust frothed over, he wanted to be there to continue stuffing his prick into her seething well of carnal passion.
She huffed and puffed as she rocketed up and down his well-greased pole. Feeling his cock spreading inside her cunt made her motions a little bit jerky. It was difficult maintaining a smooth fucking tempo when the passions were running away with her self-control. For a few strokes, she tried to take her mind off the things arousing her so much. Counting the number of times his prick drove hard and fierce into her twat helped. She got up to seventy-seven before she came again. The woman thought she continued fucking the entire time she was lost in the wonderland of total sexual fulfillment but she wasn't sure. By the time she drifted back to the reality of the situation, her son was arching his back to make sure he shoved his cock as far up into her cunt as possible. Changing the motion of her fucking, she started swinging her hips from side to side as she dropped down on his cock. This corkscrewing motion gave new dimensions to the fucking. She felt her innards being pulled and twisted around. It was hard to keep from turning into a human machine gun and firing off one come after another, but this added movement and friction in her already aroused cunt was more than enough to make her get off again. Stop it, he muttered, not meaning it. Your cunt's like a blast furnace. And a vise! You're crushing me and melting me at the same time! Goddamn, but this is one hell of a fine fucking! His own body was having a difficult time keeping up with her frenzied moves. He drilled his cock upward and felt her pussy lips bulge around his balls, so deeply he shot into her cunt. When the tip of his cock brushed against her cervix, he knew he would never fuck deeper into a chick. Time and again he bounced the rubbery tip of his prick off the deeply buried, soft neck of her womb. When he felt her cunt clamp down still another time, he couldn't hold back his torrent of jism any longer. He screamed as the white-hot flood of his come spewed into her sucking pussy. He thrashed around, held down by the weight of her body, held in position by the rigid force of her cunt walls on his hidden prick. When he had finished gushing out his gallon after gallon of pearly white jizz, he subsided. Panting, sweating, tired, he managed to tell the woman, That's got to be the last act, Mom. I'm beat. And look what you did to my cock! It'll never be the same again! The limp snake folded itself at his groin.
Gone was the once proud fucking tool that had given them both supreme pleasure. He knew from the deadened feeling in his penis-it wasn't a cock unless it was long and hard and ready for a hot chick's cunt-that it would be an hour before he could get another hard-on. He would simply have to wait. Then he remembered the real reason he had come to the library. Fucking his mother had been fun, but it had been designed for another, more devious purpose. He raised himself up on one elbow and looked at his mother. He felt a pang of regret that it would be so long before his prick was ready for good use again. She had never appeared lovelier. There was a flush that always seemed to appear in the face of a woman after a satisfactory fucking. Mom, what about the two of us going to the stock car races tonight? I picked up a couple free tickets and I think it might be fun. She pushed herself erect and carefully rearranged her dress to try and make it appear less wrinkled than it was. She worked miracles on it as she stood upright. Fred, you know I don't like things like that. I'd rather not, if you don't mind. Well, I do mind. I'm not going to pass up the chance to See the race. Why don't you take Denise? She's going with another guy, he said. And besides, I think it would be good for you to get out of the house. You're going to get cabin fever staying inside so much. All day long, these musty old books and then you go home and hide inside those four walls and Okay, okay! she said, holding up her hand to cut off his tirade. I agree. What time do I have to be ready. Around eight, he said, his smile a bit broader than it should have been.
CHAPTER EIGHT
I don't know why I agreed to come to this silly thing, Gloria told Fred. I don't like to see those men go out there and try to kill themselves. There's always a wreck and twisted fenders and Quit bitching, Mom, Fred told her. You agreed and you're here and by damn you're going to enjoy this tonight. I doubt it. It's already getting cold and I didn't remember to bring a blanket. We're going to freeze to death watching those men out there slaughtering each other. It's not as bad as the freeway at rush hour and I remembered the blanket. He pulled out a large cotton blanket with Intricate orange and blue patterns dyed into it like a demented artist's concept of a sunset. I have no interest in the races and I want to go home. Stop being childish, Mom. I assure you you'll like it. Give it ten minutes or so and if you haven't gotten a hell of a charge out of everything by then, well, we can split. Split? If we don't freeze first. That wind is brutal.
Shrugging his shoulders in resignation, Fred led the way up to the numbered seats in the bleachers. A quick glance told him that Denise and his father hadn't shown up yet. That was probably just as well. The way his mother was bundled up, he wondered if she expected another ice age to come within the hour. It would be hard to identify her-at first. After they all realized what was happening, it wouldn't matter. And with luck Gloria would be hot enough not to need the blanket anymore. The bench is cold. Wood. I'm afraid I'll get a splinter in my rear end. Why did I Will you kindly shut up with the griping, Mom? I told you, just ten more minutes and if things haven't picked up by then, we leave. She slumped into a silence that was interrupted by the starting gun. The roar of engines and the squeal of tires as the racers took off would have made talking a pointless venture. Fred sat on the edge of his seat, not so much watching the race as wondering where Denise and his father were. Then he saw them making their way up through the crowded area just below.
He wanted to wave, but that seemed as if it would be a breach of the plan he and Denise had concocted. He hunched down a little and simply waited. When Denise came in to take the seat next to him, he heard his father saying, I don't care for stock car races. Hell, I spend the whole goddamn day looking at the lumps of metal. This is like a busman's holiday. How'd you ever talk me into this, Denise?
You know, she said sweetly. You were fucking me when you agreed. I think you would have agreed to anything then. Fred felt his mother stir, then turn and peer up at Denise and Don. She said, What do you mean, while he was fucking you? You mean that he and Words escaped her. Hey, what's going on here? demanded Don. Did you two connive to get us out here together? He looked accusingly at Denise, then down to Fred. Both of them were smiling ear to ear. Did you really screw Denise? Gloria demanded.
Yeah, Don truculently replied and then added, And I'll bet Fred got you out here in about the same way. Where'd you fuck him? In the library? Gloria blushed and Don knew he'd hit the nail on the head. All right, you two. Give with the explanations. We just thought a little family outing would be nice, said Fred. And Denise, after all, is just like one of the family. At least, I think of her that way. He squeezed her hand and received a comforting pressure in reply. Shit, was all Don had to say as he sat down on the cold bench. Denise moved to where Fred had been sitting and rapidly whispered with Gloria. The older woman shook her head, then slowly seemed to come to an agreement about whatever the problem was they discussed. What's happening, Fred? You didn't get us out in the cold for nothing. I know you. You love your comfort.
Just wait and see, Dad. Just wait and I assure you that you'll do more than see! Sounds cryptic. Hey, wha- The blanket across their laps suddenly sprouted two big lumps. Gloria and Denise had dived under the blanket and worked their way between the men's legs.
Ummm, I think I'm going to like this a bunch, Dad, said Fred as soon as he felt eager fingers unzipping his trousers. His cock flopped out limply only to be caught up and gently stroked. The look on his father's face told him a similar nice thing was happening to him.
Don asked, Who's under there? Is it Denise or Gloria? He started to lift the blanket to see but Fred stopped him. Don't look, he ordered. Guess which one. It's more fun that way. What the hell are you talking about? They can't suck us off out here. We're in public! Yeah, said Fred wickedly. Just as you and Denise were this afternoon. I beard all about that. On a car? In plain view of everyone passing by? Gosh, Dad, I didn't know you got off on things like that! Umph, the man answered, his face appearing a little strained. I don't. Usually. But, dammit, which one is sucking so hard on my pecker? I've got to find out! But Fred prevented him from looking again. The anonymous heads under the blanket could belong to either Gloria or Denise. And that excited him. Was it his girlfriend slowly stroking up and down his semi-erect prick? Or was it his mother worshiping his balls, fondling them, gently bouncing them up and down?
He gasped when he felt the wetness of ruby lips press against the very end of his prick. His boner grew gradually as the eager mouth began to really suck on his glans. And all the time fingers massaged the balls dangling limp and loose under the length of his firehose.
When the head began to move back and forth in a rapid face-fucking, he felt himself come fully erect. His hard-on was almost painful. Usually he snapped right to attention, but the work he'd done that afternoon had taken some of the lead from his pencil. After he finished balling his mother in the library, Fred went over to Denise's house.
The two of them had spent most of the afternoon comparing notes on the relative fucking abilities of Fred's parents. And, in the course of the discussion, both had gotten so aroused that it was only natural that they begin to screw. Fred had lost count of how many times Denise had gotten off. He knew it was a couple dozen because he'd fucked her until he'd come, then when he was able to ball again, they'd gone at it as hot and as heavy as the first time, maybe more so. While his balls didn't actually ache, they were a bit sore from the repeated fucking he'd engaged in. But this was so nice and soothing- and stimulating!-that he couldn't complain. The woman under the blanket was doing a thorough job of giving him head. Her lips brushed all over his cock and then she began to lightly nip at his flesh with her teeth. It wasn't hard enough to hurt but it did give him something to contrast the softness of her lips against.
How's it going, Dad? He turned and looked at his father, obviously lost in the enjoyment of the mysterious blow job.
Great, son. I I didn't know I'd get such a kick out of getting sucked off in public like this. The man had to shout just a bit to make himself heard. The roar of the cars passing by on the track would have muffled his voice otherwise. As if realizing that others might have heard what he said, he suddenly looked guilty.
Don't worry, Dad. They don't know. And if any of them do, they're bound to be jealous of us! Ummm, that's nice. She just tried to stuff her damned tongue down my piss-slit. Didn't make it, of course, but simply trying-God! Yeah, I know the feeling.
There's this rough, wet tongue toying with my balls right now. H-have you figured out who it is giving you the blow job? Nope, and I don't care as long as she keeps giving me moves like that! He settled back and simply let the sucking mouth work its magic on his cock. The roar of the cars down below on the oval track drowned out the lewd, obscene sucking noise that was coming from under the blanket. He felt a rough tongue begin to lick along his entire length as if he were nothing more than a meaty popscicle. She started at the base, letting his balls know exactly what she intended to do. The entire hairy bag was drawn into her mouth where she could use her tongue to the best advantage. And when she began to lightly gnaw on the man's nuts, he almost jetted off then and there. Don moaned loudly and gripped at the mound under the blanket that was the girl's head.
Shit, woman, your mouth is killing me! he yelled over the roar of the stock cars. But I love it! Keep working on my prick! A vendor passing by with a tray loaded with beer and soda pop turned and stared at Don and Fred for a moment, then shrugged and went on his way. Both exchanged glances, then laughed. Fred told his father, I wonder what he's thinking? Probably along the lines of 'what they're getting, I ain't selling.' Don found it increasingly hard to simply sit still. The woman had spat out the hairy sac containing his balls and was licking and lightly nipping with her teeth along the entire length of his cock. She wasn't missing a single square inch of tasty prick. He knew that she was breathing harder; he could feel her gusty sighs in the tangled mat of his bush. The hot air was making him get more and more aroused as the minutes crept by.
Everything about this public blow job was turning him on more than he'd have believed possible just a few hours earlier. When she reached the end of his cock, she simply enmouthed the glans and began to suck for all she was worth. For a horrifying instant, Don thought his guts were going to be pulled out the end of his prick. The suction she applied to his cock was almost more than he could stand. The man loved the feel of a woman's soft lips working sensuously against his cock and could enjoy that sensation all night long-usually. This wasn't a normal blow job by any means. The very act of doing it where any of the crowd might suspect was an added thrill. Don wondered how he and Gloria had ever missed doing something like this before. He remembered back on the afternoon and the extra zest he'd gotten out of fucking Denise in full view of anyone caring to stop and give a second look. That girl had one hell of a hot pussy! And it was made all the more desirable by the fact that they'd been on public display.
Not for the first time since those luscious lips had closed over the tip of his pecker did the man wonder who was giving him such great head. It might be Denise. The girl was positively cock-hungry. She would do anything to get that long manly pole shoved into her pussy or, Don guessed, into her mouth. But this could be Gloria. His own wife could be giving him the best head of his life and he didn't even know it! F-fred, he stuttered out, tell me. I got to know. Is that Gloria or Denise sucking my cock? Hell, Dad, I don't have the foggiest idea. Does it matter that much? Yeah, it does. I gotta know. Okay then, girls, switch partners!
Don was horrified to see the lumps under the blanket switch positions. For a dreadful moment his cock began to cool off, being exposed to the cold night air. Then another set of warm, loving lips closed on his prick and continued sucking where the other had quit.
Now he knew the answer. One of them had to be Gloria! But was it the first set of lips of was it this one? He still didn't know!
But the words were beginning to fail him. He felt his jism rising along the length of his prick. No amount of trying would hold it back.
He closed his eyes and almost drown in the sensations of fellation washing through his body. He fought to hold in his come. He knew the tiny drop of preseminal fluid had already leaked out-and a quick tongue had scooped it up in a flash. He tried to sort everything out and guess who it was under the blanket. Gloria had given him head more times than he could remember. What were her favorite tricks? Had she ever tried to drive her tongue into the end of his prick like this woman was doing to him? He didn't remember that at all. He thought this was Denise. And he immediately changed his mind back again when the woman used one of Gloria's favorite techniques. She slowly sucked his prick into her mouth and clamped down just hard enough with her teeth so that the sides of his telephone-pole-thick cock dragged against the hard surfaces. The sting was immediately soothed by the soft lips and swirling tongue. Only Gloria could come up with a trick like that. Don was feeling smug and began to wonder if he should reveal the fact that he knew it was his own wife fellating him when he felt a powerful suction that drew him forward to the edge of his seat.
The woman was sucking so hard that he was being drawn on to the point where the rubbery tip of his prick bounced off the roof of her mouth.
And then he was falling down her throat. When his cock stopped the downward plunge, he knew the cleft head of his dong was just behind her Adam's apple. Every time she swallowed gave his cockhead a gentle massaging. Gloria had never been able to do this! It had to be Denise under that blanket. The knowledge made his cock jerk and pulse wildly. The woman obviously wasn't able to keep his cock down forever. He slowly pulled back and gusted a sigh of relief as he felt his cock slip from her throat and come back into the vault of her mouth. The rough cradle of her tongue stroked repeatedly across the most sensitive portions of his prick until he felt the urge to fountain out his come. He knew his prick was growing in size preparatory to blasting out its creamy load. Just as he was at the point of throwing in the towel and coming in the woman's sucking, sweetly torturing mouth, she shifted her emphasis and began to squeeze gently in just the right spot on his prick to cut off any ejaculation.
And only Gloria knew that trick and the exact spot on his prick to apply the pressure. Was it Gloria sucking on his prick or his son's girlfriend? Gloria knew all the things that made him get hot fast, but had never taken a cock all the way down her throat just like Linda Lovelace before. So who was it still avidly applying all the erotic skills imaginable to his cock? Don had to admit he didn't know. Ummm, God, this is something special, isn't it, Dad? called out Fred. His voice quavered a little bit showing the strain he was under. The way the amorphous lump under the blanket on his lap moved, Don knew the woman was face-fucking herself with all-out speed.
He wondered how long it would be before one or the other of them finally came. Then an idea hit him. If Fred was going to conspire to do something like this to him, the least he could do was return the favor. He motioned to the vendor carry the tray filled with paper cups of beer. When the man came over, Don managed to say in a level voice, Two beers. The vendor looked at him strangely, then glanced down at the dual lump moving like a camel on the desert. The blanket was beginning to take on a life of its own. Don pointedly ignored that and tried to figure out how much change he should get from the five he gave the vendor. Finally, he gave up and told him, Keep the change. Out of a five? Thanks, mister. And, uh, have fun and, er, don't lose your head. You know? Flustered, the vendor turned and went down several steps to another thirsty customer. Don handed one cup of beer to his son and said, Down the hatch, my lad.
And don't you dare spill a drop! Fred took the beer, his hands shaking slightly. He didn't want it yet he knew better than to refuse it. This was his father's way of getting even. If he could chugalug the beer, that would be his best bet. If The way the woman was working on his cock, he didn't know if he could get even half of it swallowed before he came. And if he was trying to swallow beer when he finally got his rocks off, that could be a scene that would attract the attention of everyone nearby. He smiled weakly and hoisted the cup to his lips to begin drinking. Slowly at first, then with great confidence, he began drinking. And he didn't even get halfway through when he felt his balls give one final lurch and send his jizz rocketing out the tip of his prick. A wet, sucking mouth was there to greedily gobble up every single drop of his come. But he was sputtering and spraying beer all over the people in the row in front of him. He couldn't talk, not while his prick was fountaining out geyser after geyser of sperm and semen. And he wanted to scream out his lusts at the top of his lungs. But everyone got confused and he inhaled a bit of beer foam and went into another choking bout.
Don't worry about my son, he heard Don saying. The kid's never had beer before. Didn't k-know how s-strong it was! The way his own voice was betraying his emotions made Don wonder if he could hope to outlast Fred by more than a few seconds. But valiantly he began swallowing his beer. A little down his throat, then he felt the moist Lips surrounding his prick bend into a perfect O shape. The suction must be making her cheeks go hollow but he couldn't see that. He swallowed the beer he had in his mouth and closed his eyes again. He didn't know if that made the sensations more intense or not. He thought so. Hearing the roar of the powerful engines on the track pushed him closer and closer to the brink of blowing his own wad. But he had challenged Fred with the beer and he couldn't back out.
Another mouthful of beer went down, and another. Then the woman under the blanket over his lap began face-fucking herself with a vengeance. He wished he could lift the corner of the blanket and watch his thick cock splitting her lips and driving all the way into the humid cavern of her mouth. That thrilled him as much as anything. But he didn't even know who it was giving him this expert head. He managed to get the rest of the beer down before the telltale tingle passed into his loins. His entire cock was on fire and that blaze rapidly spread into his crotch. When his balls tightened up even more, he felt like a runaway boiler approaching the explosion point. He gripped the edge of the seat with both hands and hung on for dear life. The frantic face-fucking continued and he felt every single stroke of it between those demanding lips. The tongue pressed hard against the end of his cock as if trying to keep it out of the mouth, but the sucking belied that idea. The push-pull fucking was something new to him. A vague idea drifted across his sex-dazed mind that this was Denise sucking on his prick. But where had the teenaged girl learned such fine tricks? No, it had to be Gloria. But what had kept her from doing all these fine things to him over the years? A third alternative hit him that it was neither of the women, but that was simply ridiculous. Who would it be? And then it was all over. His prick gave one huge jerk before spewing out its creamy load of come.
His hips lifted off the bench as he drove the thick spike of manmeat into the hidden woman's mouth. She used every trick in the book and a few new ones to prolong his come for as long as possible. Don thought it was for an eternity that he spurted out his gooey come, then he sat back on the hard wooden bench and was all too aware of the cold evening air. Not even the fumes from the exhaust or the smell of burning rubber seemed to warm him now that the mouth was gone from his flaccid prick. Opening his eyes, he hoped to get a quick look at which woman it was who'd been sucking him off. He was disappointed. Both women were sitting back on the bench and licking lips as if they just sampled the tastiest wine in the world. It could have been either of them-and he knew it had been both, for a while at least, it had been. Which he began, only to have Fred cut him off. Doesn't matter, Dad. What say we return the favor to those fine ladies? And the two of them slipped under the blankets and ate pussy for the next forty-five minutes. When Don left the stock car race, his jaw was hurting-and Gloria was on his arm, beaming like a schoolgirl.
CHAPTER NINE
That was fun, Denise said, snuggling up close to Don and pulling hard on Fred's arm so that the three of them formed a tight little group. With his free hand Don reached out and included Gloria in the group. I agree. Thanks for the little, uh, lesson in how a bit of difference can liven things up, he said. Then he reached around and pinched Gloria's ass and made her yelp. You're sure gotten frisky. Hell, just a little blow job and you're all hot to trot. She jumped again when another pinch reddened her ass. Then she saw that it was her son doing it this time. You, too, Fred, she added. I got as much a charge out of it as you guys did. It was so illicit! Exciting, was the way Fred put it. Let's go home and get something to drink, suggested Don. In spite of the warmness of these two wenches' mouths, I'm getting to feel a little chill in these tired old bones. And not in your boner, though, said Demise, her hand pressing hard into the front of Don's pants.
Nope, not there. Let's all take one car home. I think it'd be a lot easier on us. I agree, said Fred. I'll drive. If Denise can sit up front with me, that is. Sure, his father said. I think I can let her go for that long. And it's been years since we were alone in the backseat of a car, isn't it, Gloria? You're planning on doing something really naughty, aren't you, Don Munday? the woman accused. And if you're not, I'm going to sit in the front with Denise and Fred! Bitch! he said, swatting her ample rear to get her moving along. The foursome went off, laughing and joking.
Fred slipped behind the wheel of the car, revved the engine and pulled out of the parking lot with practised ease. Gotta keep the engine warm, he said, floor-boarding the accelerator pedal. As if you didn't keep my engine warm-hot!-all the time, Denise said.
Then she slipped her hand to his crotch. Fred spread his legs just enough to allow the girl to unzip his fly. His prick fell out into her cupped hand, limp and white as a worm from a crypt. But that didn't last long, not with her eager mouth working all over its length. Fred sighed and then shuddered slightly as his prick began to jerk pleasantly erect. Hey, you two, watch out, came Gloria's concerned voice from the back of the car. We don't want to wreck, you know. Just shut up, huh, Mom? Dad, can't you take care of her mouth for us? I'm sure you can find a better use for it. This is something Denise and I get off on a lot. The road was almost deserted as he wheeled out onto the highway and ripped through the ebony darkness at better than ninety miles an hour. And all the while, Denise's sucking mouth worked on his prick. She could feel the energy of the car seeping through her boyfriend's legs and into his groin.
The faster the car sped, the more he reacted. His prick was a tasty, hard, wondrous pillar of quivering meat now. She wouldn't turn down a treat like this for the world. Something of the stock car race had carried over to the two teenagers. The speed had fed their elemental hungers, sharpened their senses and made them even hornier.
Now it was time for them to tap those incredible energies and live, really live! The needle of the speedometer crept up past a hundred. Fred's foot remained firm on the accelerator but his hands shook on the wheel from reaction to the girl's soft lips working so mercilessly at his cock. The wetness of her tongue flittered around like some small insect, touching here, darting there and making him come fully alive. The speed. The darkness rushing all around him.
The woman sucking so expertly on his cock. All merged into one tremendous experience that blew the top off his head when he came.
She sucked in the flood of his jism. The salty, tangy taste never failed to stimulate her. She let it smear all over her tongue so that the taste-buds would be on the receiving end of more joy than they, could handle. Her saliva mixed with the thick goo of his manseed, then the whole slippery mass went easily down her throat. The girl didn't stop sucking until there wasn't another drop of jism locked up in his balls. Came too soon, Fred sighed. But then I always do when we do this. I enjoy it, though. The thrill of danger gives us both a huge charge. Remember when you sucked on my tits and finger-fucked me to climax while I was driving that Jag? God, I've never had a bigger come than that! the girl said. She remembered that night vividly. Her dainty foot shoving hard against the accelerator of the big, lumbering car, the responsiveness of its precision steering to her every command-and the delight of coming while doing better than a hundred and forty miles an hour along the highway. The danger mixed perfectly with sex. One augmented the other and made both more acute, more wonderful than ever before. One of these days, Fred told her, we're going to have to try it while skydiving or maybe hang-gliding. That looks like it would be one hell of a big kick.
I hate heights, she said. But maybe we could fuck underwater.
You know, scuba gear. I think that would be unreal. Sort of floating, but still in control-up to a point. We might scare the fishes, Fred laughed. But yeah, let's try it. How're the folks doing?
Denise turned at the sound of breath being sucked in hard and held. She saw Gloria kneeling on the seat, straddling Don's hard-on.
She fucked herself with more power and speed than the teenaged girl would have thought possible. Something of the sense of speed and danger communicated itself well to the pair in the back, it seemed.
Okay. Let's make for your house. And who knows what might happen there? This looks like it might be one of the more memorable nights in our lives. Think we should take pictures? Fred laughed and said, Why not? That videotape unit Dad got for Christmas hasn't been used all that much. We can hook up the camera and make do-it-yourself XXX-rated movies! Denise smiled and fondled Fred's flaccid penis all the way home. She was glad in a way that the car had an automatic transmission. He didn't have to take the finger out of her cunt to shift gears once. The car lurched to a halt and Fred shouted, All out that's getting out! He saw the reflection of his mother's face in the rearview mirror. There was no denying the soft, satisfied look on her face indicated a very satisfactory fucking session on the way home. He added, Of course, if you don't want to get out, you don't have to. But Denise and I are going to check out something to eat. Yes, she sighed, snuggling closer to Fred. And I want to get something hot slipped into me, too. I can think of a couple hot things we can slip into you, Denise, came Don's voice from the back. But let's get the hell out of this car. I'd forgotten what a pain in the ass it was fucking in a back seat. Hell, Dad, if you think sex is a pain in the ass, maybe you're doing it wrong.
Damned snotty-nosed kid. Give him an inch and he thinks he's a ruler. I'll grant you this, Fred-Denise-you did show two old fogies a new way of having one hell of a lot of fun tonight. And you think we're stopping now, Don? Denise asked. Why, the night's young and we've not yet begun to fuck! The four of them went into the house, laughing and carrying on, anticipating what could turn into a four-person orgy. A little coffee warmed them and a bit of brandy tossed into the coffee loosened inhibitions. By the time the drinking was finished, they were ready for just about anything. Light the fire, Don, urged Gloria. I think it's so romantic to sit and watch the flames leap and cavort around. And we think it's a lot nicer not to waste all that by simply watching, said Denise. Fred and I do. Why don't you join us? How? came Gloria's eager voice. We don't have any idea of how more than two Shut up, dear, and kindly get those sweet sucking lips of yours wrapped around my cock. Don sat with his legs spread in a wide vee. His prick hung loose and rubbery, just waiting for the woman to entice it back into a full erection. She smiled and went to him. On hands and knees, she bent down and took his prick into her cupped hands. Bouncing his balls a little, she said, This is going to be fun. I can't wait to aieee! What are you doing, Fred? Her son had come up behind her as soon as he saw her inviting ass wiggling in the air. He slipped up her skirt and quickly worked her panties down to expose her juicy snatch. The bristly hairs around it were already damp with her lust for Don. Now her son gave her something else to thrill to. He drove his cock hard into her pussy, no warning, no preparation. She gave a convulsive shudder and drew in her breath as hard as she could.
The woman felt Don's cock give a lurch as it responded to her mouth love. She could hardly remember to keep that semi-erect prick between her lips since the action going on in her agitated cunt was driving her to distraction. I feel left out, complained Denise. I want some action, too. Like your mouth, Don. All over my cunt. Tongue-fuck me! Tongue-fuck me good and make me come! She balanced against the edge of the sofa so that her pussy dangled seductively in front of the man's mouth. He couldn't turn her down. There was no way any red-blooded male could. The sight of her cunt gaping wide and wanton sent tremors throughout his body and caused his prick to jerk rigidly erect in a short time. With a pussy to lick and tongue-fuck and another woman's mouth all over his cock, he was more than happy. He stuffed his tongue between the blood-engorged flaps of the teenaged girl's pussy and drove as hard as he could into her twat. The ripply walls of her cunt seemed to collapse to an impossibly small diameter.
They actually clutched down hard at his tongue. If his prick had been buried into her tiny manhole, it would have been crushed to a pulp!
And the heat threatened to melt his tongue, to bum it to a charred nubbin. But the juices were frothy and soothed his fevered longings a little. He lapped up those sauces as if they were an elixir of the gods. The womanwine had never tasted better to him. He let his rough, pink tongue explore deeper and deeper into the girl's cunt until she was shivering as if from the cold. Both of them knew what the real cause was. His nose was pressed hard into her pussy mound. Every time he moved his tongue, his nose stroked just a bit across her clit. He was able to give her dual stimulation this way.
When not fighting back an impending sneeze from nuzzling into her pussy fur, his nose rubbed erotically across her slippery little go-button. The clit had risen up looking for some action. It got more than it had bargained for in the rough treatment his nose gave it.
Even his exhalations stimulated the tiny spire of erectile tissue. The hot air sensuously caressed it and made it even more fragile. Coupled with the way his tongue searched the new territory of the girl's inner cunt, this was all it took for her to get off in a big way. Don could hardly keep his face pressed into her crotch when she shuddered and then loudly screamed, Ungghhhh! Her entire body hardened and for a ghastly second he thought she'd turned to stone. But then she was released from the iron grip of orgasm and demanding more. Tongue-fuck me deeper! I want to feel that goddamn tongue of yours fucking me all the way up into my belly! He did his best, but the man's mind was drifting from- the tasty task in front of his mouth. The way his prick was bucking and bouncing around under the other woman's oral attentions, it was little wonder he couldn't keep track of what he was doing. She licked from his halls all the way up the underside of his cock until she came to the cleft head of his cock. Then she did a little tap-dancing number that made his hips rise off the floor. The light touches she gave his cock were entirely unpredictable. They went from one spot to another on his prick, flicking gently here, pressing rough and hard there. The feathery caress on the very tip of his cock almost made him come. To spurt out his sperm and semen so soon would have been a disaster, but the woman's mouth was good. Damned good. When she enmouthed the entire tip of his prick, he groaned harshly. The pressure inside his balls was almost more than he could take. Now the added sexual force of her sucking mouth and flicking tongue pushed him closer and closer to jetting out his jism. She used her teeth on him just enough to bring angry blood to his skin. Then she soothed and laved any hurt away with her tongue, but this caused more and more excited blood to pound into his cock. He thought he must be about a dozen feet long by now, so much blood having pumped into his prick. He couldn't hold down the rising tide of his jizm when she tried to stuff her tongue down his piss-slit. The attempt was destined for failure but the stab of delight blasting down into his balls triggered his come. He fountained out his pearly white jizz into her sucking mouth as he'd never gotten off before. When his depleted prick limply fell from the woman's mouth, he felt happier and more sated than he could remember having been in years-and he still had a face full of redolent pussy to be eaten! Gloria's mouth couldn't hold all the jism she'd teased from Don's prick. Her tongue tried vainly to capture all the come leaking from her lips. One spot had even landed on her cheek far beyond where she could possibly manage to reach with her tongue. But that didn't matter too much to her. Like Don, she had other things to keep her occupied. Keep fucking, damn you, Fred. Don't stop! I want to feel that swollen prick of yours deep in my cunt! Make me come! Give me one hell of a fucking, son! Fred didn't answer. He had wrapped his hands around his mother's waist to keep him on target and to pull her hips back into his prick as he drove forward with his own hips. This gave him about the deepest penetration possible.
Fucking her like the bitch she was gave him an added thrill. He could even reach around her waist and diddle her clit. But this wasn't what he wanted. There was another; even smaller and more stimulating hole he wanted to fuck the living hell out of. His prick wetly popped from her clutching cunt. His long fuck-stick was liberally greased with his mother's inner oils. For a moment, he held still, as if scouting the terrain, then he drove forward again. This time his target was a bit higher-her asshole. Oh! Oh, Fred, it it's no use! You're too big to fit in there! You'll tear me apart all the way to the chin! But the youth didn't hesitate. His well-greased prong pressed harder into the puckered ring of her anus. The muscles surrounding the very tip of his prick tried hard to keep him from her back door. The quivering little anal sphincter clamped tight and pulsed harshly against his glans. But the juices from her cunt made his cock too slippery to keep out. He slipped into the ring of her asshole and buried just the purple head of his cock firmly in her behind. He hesitated for a moment and allowed the heat to seep into his prick. Her cunt had been hot; her asshole was even hotter. It threatened to burn him down to a stub, but what a way to go! He shoved forward another half-inch. The woman groaned loudly, but she didn't try to pull away. No, son, no! she cried out. You're going to tear me apart inside. That cock! Oh, oh! Fuck me! I want you to fuck meeeeee! The sudden change in what she was saying took him a little by surprise. He knew from the way her body was responding to his backdoor techniques that she really wanted to be cornholed. But to hear it from her lips was a new sensation for him. He drove his cock into the seething depths of her rectum with all the fury locked in his body. They both gasped in unison as soon as his balls wetly slapped against the gaping lips of her cunt. His prick was in her ass to the hilt. The slightest movement on either of their parts made both of them totally aware of the power of that prick. He moved his hips in a small circular motion that caused his cock to stir around inside her like a spoon in a bowl. But no spoon had ever been so hard and warm and desirous of fucking. And no bowl had ever been so superheated and demanding of a cock. Fuck me. I can't stand to have you simply sitting back there and doing nothing! she complained.
He wanted to deny that he wasn't doing anything. He was hanging on for dear life trying to keep from coming! The way her asshole worked at his prick, he thought she was a human guillotine trying to chop him off. And the walls of her rectum were tighter than any cunt he'd ever fucked. The smoothness and the flexibility pressed in on him from all sides. Together with the heat of her body, he was having one hell of a hard time trying to keep from coming. And she thought he wasn't doing anything! Gotta rest for a second, he muttered.
Got to make sure you're ready for the real butt-fucking; I'm ready, damn your eyes, now fuck meeeeee! She felt a surge of desire flash through her body. The galvanic jolt shook her teeth, it hit her so hard. For a second, she thought she'd gotten off. Then she realized it wasn't that. This was something preparing her body for the real come to follow. The woman couldn't believe that just having her son's cock driven into her asshole would be such a thrill, but it was.
And she was needing him to really get to fucking. The sexual tensions mounting in her belly threatened to rip her apart like a used piece of tissue paper. Fuck meeeeee! she cried again. Shoving her hips back into his groin told him of her desperate need. Never had she felt this horny. The simple act of him driving his prick into her bowels had turned her weak and watery inside. She knew that when he came he would be giving her the sexiest enema possible. His come would whitewash her rectum and make her even more liquid inside than she felt now. But he had to fuck her ass. He had to really get into Greeking her or she would be denied that pleasure. She knew she might pass out soon from the incredible tensions rampaging inside her. That had always been something out of the romances she read that she hadn't believed. A woman didn't pass out from a man fucking her. Gloria was finding out different while her son's prick sluggishly moved in and out of her ass. More, she begged. Give it all to me!
She felt his fingers begin to stoke lightly across the very tip of her clit. His strong arms encircled her and held her firmly against his groin. Everything he was doing turned her on more and more until she knew it wouldn't be possible to hold back any longer. She came. Fireworks and rockets and Fourth of July were all the romance story descriptions. She felt them and more. Her body tingled.
She felt the sweat pouring down her body, dribbling onto her tits and tickling as it dripped from the nipples and onto the rug. Her breath came in tortured pants and the room spun so fast she had to rest her head on her crossed arms. This thrust her ass even more firmly back into her son's crotch. His prick sank another half-inch into her asshole. She came again, harder, more demanding, more satisfying. And still she wanted more. God, Mom, he grunted. Your asshole feels like a hangman's noose around my cock. The muscles are going to chop off my prick and leave it inside you! Good, she moaned, as long as it keeps fucking my poor little ass! Little is right. Feels like a surgeon's glove filled with lava. And the walls are so rubbery and tight! He shoved his hips forward as hard as he could. The smooth, soft curves of her ass fit nicely against his upper thighs. The sight of her snowy buttocks pressing into his body the way they were made him even more aware of her body. The tightness.
The heat. The way she was moving. The supreme excitement he was generating in her loins. She came again and again as he fucked her ass. The feelings inside him mounted. His tired balls came alive again. He'd been sucked off a couple times that night and still he found his balls tightening into a hard little globe filled with steamy hot jism. When the rising tide of his passion burned along his prick, he held back. He didn't want to come yet. He wanted to butt-fuck his very own mother a few more times. His hips blurred, he was fucking her so fast. The friction along the entire length of his prick mounted to the point where he thought he must be shooting sparks. The heat seethed and boiled and crept down the youth's fleshy pillar of manhood. He knew he couldn't keep up this frantic ass-fucking much longer, but he was turning into a sex-hungry stud. He wanted all the satisfaction, all the sexual thrills he could get.
She was joining in and responding. Their bodies met in a hard impact that drove his cock even deeper into her back. The way her ass mashed and pressed into his body cradled him, made him aware of the heights of his passion. When he was no longer able to keep his come locked up tightly inside his balls, he exploded. His prick might have been a meaty stick of dynamite. His entire body shuddered as he sought even deeper corners of her ass to sink into. His cock shot out spurt after white-hot spurt of his jism until her asshole had sucked him dry. Ummm, she gasped, falling forward and away from his deflating prick. That was nice, but Fred looked down at his mother and wondered. He'd gotten off on the butt-fucking in a big way but she obviously was unsatisfied. There was no way he could help her out of her sexy dilemma. His prick was gone for a while. And his father's was in the same condition due to her mouth working so feverishly on it. But Another idea came to him. He wondered if the others would see it, too.
CHAPTER TEN
Dammit, I'm still horny, Gloria declared. I am, too, replied Denise, turning and looking al the older woman.
Don's jaws hurt from eating me out. Hut he didn't finish me off. If anything, he only added to the problem. She rubbed her snatch and smiled at him, then Hushed a big smile at Fred. A moment's instant communication went between them, all silent but nonetheless complete, and then she knew what the solution was to their mutual problems.
Don and Fred were worn out. It would be a while before their pricks were workable fucking tools again. But she and Gloria still had a mighty big sexual itch that needed to be scratched. Why should she have to rely on either Don or Fred when Gloria was perfectly able to satisfy her needs? They both needed one another. And some lezzie action would be an entirely new and exciting trip. Gloria, Denise started slowly, have you ever made love to another woman before? No, never. The thought never-what do you mean 'before'?
You make it sound like we're going to do that now Her voice trailed off as she caught the gleam in the girl's eye. Not before now! Don spoke up. What do you two mean? That you're going to get it on with each other? I knew there was some reason I married you, Don, said Gloria. Your wit and logic at times is blindly brilliant. She lightly flicked his dead cock with the tip of her finger. Though this doesn't look like a brilliant performance type tool to me right now. Smiling, she turned to Denise and said, Dear, help me get out of these clothes. They're actually starting to cut off my circulation. Sure, be glad to-if you'll help me with mine! The two of them stripped the remnants of their clothing off until they were bare-assed naked. Sitting in front of the fire, their bodies became seductively beautiful with shadows of the leaping flames licking across tits and plunging toward their furry pussy mounds. The deeper shadows of their snatches provided a tantalizing meal of unlimited potential for both of them. But they really didn't know where to start. This was brand-new for both of them. Don sensed their hesitation and immediately guessed at its cause. He said, Look, I'm no expert on this, but I know what gets me all hot to trot. I go to some of the porno movies and my favorites are the ones with lesbian action. Both women turned and looked at him. Gloria started to say something but a quick hand by Denise which covered her left tit silenced her words. The younger girl was interested in hearing what was possible and what would be the best ways for them to go about this. Scissor your legs together, Don ordered. He rocked back against the sofa and watched. Now you put your pussies as tightly together as possible. Good. The way his words came out told all of them that he was getting horny just watching the two women get ready to work on each other. And if he'd been asked, Fred would have had to admit to the same feelings. Seeing Denise and his mother twined together like a pair of pretzels, their cunts lewdly dragging across each other, sent twinges into his flaccid prick. If he hadn't just gotten off butt-fucking his mother, he knew he would have one hell of a raging hard-on now. The feelings were still in his body, but the reaction would have to come along later. But not much later, he hoped. He wanted to join into this sexy little circle! Now take each other's foot between your tits and pull as hard as you can. Do whatever seems right from now on, Don finished. He began squeezing down on his prick as if it were a small animal wanting to be petted. Nothing much happened but the action on the floor in front of the fireplace got hot and heavy very quickly. Denise was surprised at the sensations ripping into her cunt. This was so totally unlike anything she'd ever felt before, she almost wanted to deny it was happening. The pressure of Gloria's cunt against hers sent tremors earthquaking through her body until her tits bounced around. And with the other woman's leg securely held between her boobs, even this stimulated her. The sight of the foot just inches away from her mouth made Denise remember how her own toes always curled up whenever Fred fucked her. There had to be some erotic connection between the toes and cunt. On a sudden impulse, she pulled a bit more until Gloria's foot was within lip distance and then she began sucking on the woman's toes. The effect was remarkable. Gloria let out a low, heartfelt moan that seemed to say, This is living! I want more!
Denise licked and sucked on the woman's toes and noted instantly the effect it had on the pussy lips pressed so hard against her own. Those other blue-tinged cunt lips began to flutter and grow even moister from lust. They seemed to lick and caress and even lass her own. She wondered if Gloria could control them or if this was simply a result of the toe-sucking. Concentrating, she tried to make her own sex lips ripple and act like leaves in the wind. She didn't know if she succeeded or not because Gloria came-hard. Denise pulled the leg into her own tits as hard as she could to keep the other woman from snaking away from her. The passionate tide of orgasm blasted through the older woman and held her captive for long minutes. When it would seem she had to die from lack of air, she let out a long, ragged sigh and said, That's the most potent come I've had in years. Do it again to me, Denise. Please! Denise rolled over and, with their bodies scissored together as they were, she pulled Gloria around with her.
This crushed their cunts together in a new and surprising way. She felt her pussy lips lewdly suck and pull at the other woman's. Then their clits duelled. The tiny little pillars of ultrasensitive flesh almost sang a continuous song of joy when they were pushed together.
The teenaged girl shuddered and let the sweet lightning bolts of passion shoot into her belly. Rocking back and forth made the contact even more intense. She wanted nothing more than to let the delight building in her own belly wash over her. But something wasn't quite right. Then she noticed that Gloria wasn't sucking on her toes as she was on the older woman's. This decided her that the other woman had some hang-ups that wouldn't easily be overcome. So she would simply have to make the best of it. Pulling her leg down a little, she managed to get the nipple of Gloria's left tit between her toes. She began wiggling her toes back and forth, stimulating the rock-hard pebble of nipple and giving herself a new source of pleasure. She continued to fondle Gloria's tit until she got off. And when she did, the toe-curling reaction made her toes squeeze down iron-hard on the woman's nipples. She felt the flesh of her tit begin to flow as the pounding foot mashed down on the softness of the boob. The eraser-hard nipple protruded from between the toes and allowed her to roll it around a bit more. All the while, the glorious passions of orgasm hammered away at her body and brain. She was lost in the wonderland of sex and didn't want to return from it. Here, everything was perfect.
She had never felt more thrilled in all her life. Cunt lips pressed lustily into hers, soft womanly buttocks rocked against her own, her foot was pressing into the marshmallowy mounds of titflesh and playing with Gloria's nipples, and she had a dainty foot all to herself for her own sucking pleasure. Everything was too perfect to last.
Denise slowly came down from her sexual high and heard Fred muttering, God, it's making me feel inadequate. I never gave her a climax like that! Guess well both have to work a little harder at it, but damn! They're so damned seductive. Just looking at 'em fucking like that's giving me my hard-on back. I haven't gotten a boner after getting sucked off in less than a half hour in more years than I care to remember. I'm still a young stud, but I know what you mean. There ought to be limits to what a man can do and look at me! Hard again! Denise heard the men talking and silently reveled in the knowledge that she and Gloria could have all the hard, virile manmeat they wanted-as soon as they were finished with each other. This was simply too good to abandon now! Gloria rolled over, this time taking Denise with her. The pressure gave them both added contact at the crotch. Their snatches were eagerly licking and sucking, almost as if they had lives of their own now. The girl was fascinated with the effect this lesbian lovemaking was having on her. How had she missed it all these years? Gloria might have some hang-ups but she knew her own anatomy and what made her respond.
Figuring rightly that any other woman would have the same triggers to her lust, she used all her skill and knowledge of masturbating on the girl. It worked to perfection. Stretching the skin surrounding her clit as tightly as possible made the girl come repeatedly. Gloria knew this was a woman's most sensitive organ. Light touches worked best and a steady stream of fuck fluid had to be carried from the cunt to keep it from chafing and irritating. But she didn't have to worry about that since her own cunt was frothing over and making both their pussy mounds damp as a tropical jungle. Denise gasped and felt the sweat running down her body. As she rolled onto her back, some of it puddled in her navel. The sensation made her think how nice it was when Fred tongue-fucked her belly button. She wondered if Gloria would like that. She broke the cunt-to-cunt contact with a lewd smacking noise and rapidly snaked her way up the other woman's body.
She was amazed at how beautiful and trim Gloria was. If she hadn't known better, she would have thought she was maybe twenty-five or twenty-eight at the outside. The woman was taking good care of herself. And for that Denise was happy. It gave her something to aim for as she grew older. She didn't have to lose her beauty or trim figure. Not as long as she kept active. And she had the greatest idea in the world for staying busy. Sex! Her tongue shot out and into Gloria's navel. The woman sighed and simply lay back. It was a silent command: Take me, I'm yours! Denise used her rough, pink tongue to outline the woman's pussy mound, then slowly went upwards toward the deep depression in the plain of her belly. Her tongue drilled downward and impacted a mere half-inch below the surface of the skin. But it was enough to get the other woman off. She yelled and thrashed around and even locked her legs around Denise's waist until the finest portion of the come had died down. Denise decided to move upwards. She had no idea at all what she was doing, but it was fun and obviously Gloria was enjoying it, too. If Don wanted to make any suggestions, he could-and she'd do them after she'd finished discovering this new facet of her own sexuality. The tits seemed to loom upwards like Kilimanjaro rising above the lush plains of Africa. She used her tongue to circle around the left tit, savoring the sally flavor on sweat and relishing the smooth, silky feel of the skin flowing under her oral attentions. Ummm, you do that so wellll, Denise, sighed Gloria. Suck on my poor little titties for me. Make them feel goooood! Denise slowly spiralled up the slopes of the cone of titflesh. The woman's breathing became harsher as she mounted the ruddy crest. There stood a tiny pillar of red nipple, visibly throbbing and quivering with anticipation. The girl felt her mouth begin to water at the sight. It was like a cherry waiting for her gourmet pleasures. She carefully put her lips around the throbbing button of nipple and felt the rough, bumpy areola press hard into her. Then she started to suck. She found the woman underneath her responding wonderfully fast. She even lifted Gloria up and off the floor with the simple act of sucking hard on the quivering mushroom of flesh. That feels divine, dear, cooed Gloria. The girl didn't want to answer. That would mean taking her mouth away from the nipple. She wanted to get them both as hot as possible before going over and letting the two men fuck them again. Her tongue swirled around the nipple teasing it into even harder erection. She then pressed down until the nipple disappeared into the softness of the titflesh underneath. Gloria reached out and pulled Denise's face down even harder into her tit. This caused the girl to open her lips slightly in surprise. She found her mouth suddenly full of silky smooth tit. Inspired, she slowly gobbled her way down the slopes until she got about three-quarters of the way down. She found that she couldn't take in any more of the ample jug. Her mouth simply couldn't get any more stuffed in. Using her teeth left red marks down the creamy white curves but this only spurred the woman on to demand more of her mouth. Denise heard Don's voice, Why not use some other lips of yours on that tit? Makes for a lot of excitement all around.
She didn't understand fully what he meant at first, then she remembered her comes and the way Gloria's pussy lips had fluttered against hers. This was what the man meant! She didn't waste any time getting away from the scrumptious mound of tit. Her mouth still watered for that tasty morsel but her cunt was watering even more as she thought of pressing her pussy lips against the crest of that lovely tit. Wh-what are you doing? demanded Gloria. I don't want you to leave me like that. I aaaieeeeee! She came.
Denise was hard pressed to keep the woman from wiggling away from under her. But she kept her legs straddling the woman's chest and when the tempest had died a little, she pushed her snatch down to the woman's knockers again. She gripped the base of one of the tits and squeezed hard. The nipple popped up like a red, pointing finger. It was aimed directly up into the girl's pussy. Denise lowered her hips and then applied all the skill she could to making her own cunt lips flutter and obscenely kiss that tit. She succeeded. The pink scalloped inner pussy lips pressed outward and began to flutter like a flag in the wind. They stroked and caressed and made the tit damp with the copious flow of pussy liquids. The woman on her back shoved her chest upward in an attempt to make her tit fuck the girl's pussy.
The attempt made them both come. The feel of the smooth, huge cone of tit-flesh trying to dive all the way up her tunnel of love made Denise shudder through one come after another. And when Gloria used her nipple against the girl's clit, it heightened the sensations immensely. Together, they pushed themselves repeatedly over the glorious brink of orgasm. Now that's what I call a real tit-fucking, said Fred. I used to get Denise down and hold her boobs together while I used my prick between them, but it didn't get her off anything like that. Yeah, I guess you just didn't have the right kind of equipment. Not like Mom! Don laughed and settled back to watch. When the two women had finished and simply rolled apart, exhausted, he rose and went over to Gloria. Looking down at her he said, Notice anything? She smiled as soon as she saw his raging hard-on. The way it bucked and danced made it cast a shadow on the wall that was a dozen times larger than life. She pointed at the twelve-foot shadow and told him, That's the size it feels like when it's inside me and fucking like hell. Make me think you've got a twelve-foot dong again. Fuck me! Her legs drifted apart in wanton invitation to him. Fred chuckled when he saw Denise swing around and move her legs in such a way that he couldn't miss seeing her needy twat, too. And to think his parents had been complaining about being sexually bored! They were certainly engaging in a different type of boring tonight and loving every second of it. He didn't stop to ponder it. He dived down and pressed Denise firmly into the floor with the weight of his body. And then he was lost in a rapid fucking that carried both of them out of this world.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Please, Don, stop. For just a minute! begged Gloria. But you don't want to waste this nice boner I've got, do you? Look at it! All aquiver and waiting to be sucked in deep into your greedy little cunt. Please, let me get my breath back. I'm panting so hard, I just can't take any more at this second.
Hell damn, she's exhausted. I never figured to see the day when my insatiable wife would be down for the count! Don't worry about it, she assured him. I'm going to be all right in a few minutes. Just want to make sure I'm ready for that thick pussy-pleaser of yours, that's all. Ummm, oh, Fred, let's wait, too, said Denise, putting one elbow under her and rising up a bit. Fred rolled off, a grin on his face. I never, said Fred, thought I'd see the day when my mother and father looked at each other like that. Why, they're like two teenagers in love! And here we thought they were too bored with fucking to ever want to do it with each other again. I guess the staid old stuff still has a bit of attraction for the older set, huh, Denise? Indeed it does. How about it, you two?
Decided that things are really better than you'd thought they were?
Thanks to you, Denise, Fred. But, said Don, his eyes momentarily drifting in Gloria's direction, I think we both know the real reason we're enjoying this so much. It's both of you. You flatter us too much, well-hung sir. It's you and Gloria who've put it all together. You're the ones making your marriage work again. All it fakes is getting out of the rut. Yeah, and we think you and Fred contribute to helping us out of that sameness. And we can't help but notice that you two seem to be enjoying this a lot, too. Maybe the four of us could Continue? supplied Fred. He glanced at Denise, then ran his hand up and down the inside of her perfectly shaped thigh. The skin was warm and young and smooth and he wanted get back between her thighs so his prick could find the target it was demanding so eagerly now-her cunt. Why not? The four of us.
We're a family. It's obvious that you and Denise are going to get married. And you could come live here and Whoa, there, Mom.
It's not obvious that Denise and I will get married. Maybe live together, but that's the way we have of keeping our own spontaneity.
If I knew all she had to do was leave-just walk out the door-if I stopped pleasing her, I'll keep trying to keep her happy. With a slip of paper and some mumbled words, we're married and it takes an act of God to get us pulled apart. I might start neglecting her if I thought she might not want to go through all that hassle. Right, Gloria, said Denise. And it works both ways. I have to keep him happy or it's splits-time. It's both harder and easier. That doesn't mean the emotional involvement isn't there, though. Really, I love Fred and he loves me. Denise smiled as she felt his hand creeping toward her snatch. But marriage isn't for us. Not now, at any rate.
Gloria's face fell but Don quickly put in, That doesn't mean we can't keep going like this, though, does it? Why do the kids have to be married, Gloria? Or does that make it a little kinkier for you knowing you're balling your own married son and having his wile suck your tits? Oh, Don, she said, but there was no sting in the words. She soon brightened and said, He's right! I knew I had a reason for marrying him so many years ago. Why can't we keep going like this? Whether you kids are married or not? No reason! said Fred, rolling back between Denise's inviting legs. She rocked back a little and allowed his prick easy entry into her pussy. They both shuddered as his prick shot between her cunt lips and drove for the depths of her belly. Hey, share the wealth, son! said Don, pulling Fred up and away from the luscious pussy he was so avidly fucking. Here, try this one! Fred landed between his mother's legs.
He smiled and applied his prick to her pussy and was soon fucking away there. It didn't matter what sheath of warm female flesh he was in- not in this company. He loved them both. What about me, Don? asked Denise in a low voice. She cupped her hands under her tits and pushed. This made the nipples spring rigidly erect enticing him to do something more than talk. Are you thinking about giving me a little of that huge cock of yours? Sure, Denise honey, roll over and I'll show you. Before the girl could ask what he had in his mind, she felt herself being twisted and pulled up to her hands and knees. Then she knew. He was going to butt-fuck her. And she desired him enough to let him! But the feel of that cock pressing into her asshole wasn't enough to satisfy her. Not now. Not after all the four of them had been through together. They were a team and they shouldn't do things separately. This togetherness was part of the thrill they had.
Denise turned and moved slowly over to where Gloria lay supine in front of the fire. The flames cast jumping shadows all over the woman's boobs making them appear to be on fire. The girl had no choice but to try to snuff out the shadow flames and kindle real ones of carnal lust in the woman's body. She eagerly applied her mouth to the succulent mountain of titflesh while Don continued banging away at her rear door. The sensations ripping into the girl's body almost sent her off into orbit. The rough texture of the nipple pressing into her tongue was nice. She could suck on it all night long. She used her tongue to roll the rock-hard pebble around in a tiny circle before sucking it up between her teeth and gently gnawing on it. The woman went wild. She was getting the best of all possible worlds. A girl was sucking on her nipple, making it throb with desire, playing with it to string her out sexually, and her very own son was fucking her cunt with long powerful strokes. She shuddered every time he came surging into her well-oiled cunt. The impact shook her and rattled her teeth. But she wasn't complaining. She loved it! And she wanted even more of this rough treatment on his part. To hell with the possibility of having her cunt lips bruised and aching in the morning.
Having him fucking her in this way thrilled her and that's all that mattered. And Fred wasn't going to stop or even slow down. He had found the right fucking tempo both for him and his mother. The quick strokes made the friction in her pussy mount rapidly. When he gazed down into her eyes, he saw nothing but sheer lust blazing in them. And he thought she'd never looked lovelier. The way his girlfriend's head bounced against his chest as he worked harder and harder to drive that mighty spike of his prick into his mother's cunt stimulated him, too.
The feel of that soft-spun hair rubbing his chest sent tiny electric tingles into his body wherever she touched him. Fred hated to admit it, even to such loving partners as these, but he was having problems containing his cavorting balls. They lurched and boiled in the midst of the thick jism. Normally, if he'd gotten his rocks off as many times as he had this evening, he could have fucked for an hour before the urgent needs hit him and he came. But there was something about a four-way fuckfest that robbed him of his iron control. It excited him; the prospect of being able to fuck both his girlfriend and his mother made his prick twitch in shivery lust. Faster, Freddie, faster! Burn me up with that prick of yours, his mother demanded. Drive it all the way out my mouth! I want to suck it-if you can shove it that far and that hard! Don't think I can, Mom, but I'm gonna try! Count on it! His hips had been moving fast before. Now they flew. He felt the way her cunt collapsed around his buried prick. She was trying to squeeze the life from him. The seething heat in her passion pit warmed him, threatened to steal his load of jism, but the pressure of her cunt walls all around his prick was worse-better! The friction of his rapid fucking actually burned away some of her fuck fluids. He hadn't thought that was possible. Either her arousal was dying, which didn't seem to be the case, or he was actually fucking her so hard that he was burning away the thick, oily inner juices. He knew it had to be the latter from the way his prick felt. It swelled with impending orgasm.
Pressing harder against the already tight walls of his mother's cunt, he continued to fuck hard and fast. The youth worried for a moment that he might char his cock off to a nubbin, but that would be something to brag about the rest of his life if he actually accomplished it. He needn't have worried. His body betrayed him long before that could have occurred. He jetted out his come into her yearning pussy. He shouted out his lust for her, his need to have a tight cunt all around his bucking, spewing prick. And then he collapsed, knowing that this was the last time in several hours that he would have an erection. He was simply too worn-out to ever get another one back. Fred leaned back to watch the action. His mother appeared to be going off like a string of firecrackers. His fucking had lit the fuse and now she was thrashing and writhing around in response. If anything, the way Denise worked her mouth all over the woman's tits kept her strung out sexually for almost another minute.
God, I'm not able to take any more of this, moaned out Gloria.
I was tired before, now I'm exhausted! Denise wasn't. Her mouth continued to savor the sweet taste of the woman's tits. She could feel the heart hammering away its rapid stroke through the flesh of the boob. And more importantly for her, she was getting the full length of Don's prick rammed all the way up her asshole. She loved the way it seemed to fill her to overflowing. The cock was hard and hot and made her entire body respond fully. The pain of entry had vanished; keeping her mind occupied with the woman's tits pulsing hard against her lips and tongue had taken care of that. While the slow butt-fucking was taking place, building the sexual tensions to the breaking point, she had been absorbed in other things. But now that Gloria was worn out for the moment, Denise could relish each and every stroke Don made into her ass. She tensed and then relaxed her muscles and was rewarded by the groans of pleasure he vented. Her ass felt all the contours of his prick. The thick glans spread like a fan against her rectum and made her feel uncomfortably filled to overflowing. The way his balls hit against her cunt lips more than offset this, though. That turned her on. The feeling of his hairy little bag rubbing into her sex lips stimulated her. And when he reached around and began stroking across her clit, she came.
Unngghhhh! It it's tooooo muccccch! she shrieked. Her entire body exploded into a wild frenzy. She slammed her hips backwards in an attempt to, get even more of his prick buried into her bowels.
Feeling weak inside already, she didn't know if she was doing it right. Fred and Gloria watched in amazement. They both wondered where all the girl's energy came from. She was a bitch in heat and thrashing around the impaling spike of Don's steely prick as if her very life depended on her come. More, you slimy bastard, fuck me more! she cried out. I haven't had enough yet. I have to feel it, really feel your big, swollen prick fucking my little asshole! It's little, all right, he conceded. I never fucked anything this tiny before. And I love the heat of your guts. It's gonna melt my prick for sure, if I don't watch myself. He moved with deliberate strokes, at just the tempo designed to keep his own passions in check. He sucked in his breath and held it as another come smashed through the girl's tender body. The way her half-moons of assflesh came, shooting back into his crotch was almost enough to make him come. She was rotating those womanly hips and trying to break his cock off at the roots. He kept fucking her so that he was never fully buried inside her seething asshole when she made her more violent movements.
Can't focus. Going blind, she complained. Blinded by sex!
Ohhh, fuck me good! I want that manly prick of yours deeper!
Your wish is my command. Then he really fucked her. With his hands around her waist and pulling hard into her belly, he was able to smash her backwards into his groin with every single one of his own forward thrusts. The lewd squishing noises filled the room and eventually drowned out the crackling of the fire. Fred turned to his mother and told her, I wish I were the one giving her that cornholing. Look at her face and tell me she's not getting off on it in a big way. No argument there, Freddie. And I almost wish it were me that was on the receiving end of your father's cock. This entire evening has shown me that he's a lot better cocksman than I gave him credit for. She let out a little sigh as she watched her husband banging away at her son's girlfriend. And to think it all started at the stock car races. That was so much fun sucking both of you off in public. We're going to have to try that again, sometime soon, I hope. Uh, Mom, a question. Was it you or Denise who actually sucked me off? I couldn't tell because of the blankets and I was damned if I was going to let Dad look. But I want to know.
We were both sucking on both your pricks. I know. But at the end-the one who actually finished off the blow job. Who was it?
She smiled and put her finger to her lips in a sign that he should be quiet. Let's watch them finish their fucking. It looks as if Denise is going to get off again and then your father will come.
And that's the way it happened. The four of them lay together in front of the fire, arms around each other and simply soaking up the good feelings between them. Not surprisingly, both Don and Fred got their hard-ons back before the night was over and, equally unsurprisingly, the women were horny and waiting for them.
They fucked, not as individuals fucking individuals, but as a group, a group that wasn't going to tire of sex easily. There was no way fucking could get monotonous with each of the foursome trying to top the others. And that was the way it should have been.
