When a young woman opens up her pet shop, she soon finds business so brisk, it becomes difficult to keep up with the pace of the work.
Therefore, she decides that the only sensible thing to do is obtain some help. And she finds a sturdy, virile young boy who is more than willing to help. For the young boy, not only has his eyes on the money he will obtain for working, but he has his eyes focused on her shapely body.
It all begins, when she is washing a white dog, that she hopes to sell that afternoon. She asks the boy to wash the dog, and he strips and steps in the shower with the dog. When, she comes in the back room and finds him naked, she becomes just as infatuated with his naked body, as he is with hers. Thus, starts her tragic involvement with young boys.
Soon, she isn't content with having one virile, young male to service her, but she craves more. Finally, only orgy action turns her on.
Her business suffers, as the scandal about her sexual activities, becomes talked about. Young men know they can always count on a chance to earn some small cash at the pet shop, and a whack at some big cash, as well as her body when they put the "make" on her.
She finally realizes she is a prisoner of her own carnal desires, and she seeks escape.
But, it is too late, for she has gone too far in her own enslavement to sex. Normal sexual relations leave her cold, and only the bizarre holds much allure.
Unfortunately, she can find no inner strength to pull her out of the pit, for she is basically a very superficial person, with a weak character, as demonstrated by her life.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Marie Larsen tugged at the beautiful white Samoyed dog, named Lester, whom she loved so much.
"Lester," she complained, "why do you get so dirty?"
The dog, Lester, looked at her as if to say, I'm a dog, so what do you expect?
Tim Murphy, a sixteen year old boy who had helped her around the shop, couldn't help laughing.
"Lester needs a shower," he teased her.
She decided that she might as well close the shop for the day, and put the dog in the shower. Lester was her prize dog, that she had advertised. Photographs of his white sparkling coat had attracted customers. However, she had kept the price high for this dog, because he was a special favorite of hers.
Young Tim Murphy closed the front door, pulled the shades, and followed her to the back, where she was going to wash the dog.
"I guess I will have to get in the shower."
"Oh no," he said, "I will wash the dog. Let me get in the shower."
"Alright," she agreed. "You take care of the dog. I have enough other problems to tend to."
She went into the other room and worked over a couple of poodles. It was such a job to clip them and prepare them to sell. She loved them dearly, and hated to sell them. And somehow the poodles felt that she had betrayed them many times when she sold them. However, after a while they became acquainted with their new master, and felt at home.
"How are you coming?" she asked.
"Just fine," he said.
She went back into the room where he was taking the shower, thinking that of course he would have the door closed. Instead, there he stood, stark naked, washing the dog. The funniest thing about it, she thought to herself, was that Tim had a hard on.
"Really," she said, "can't you close that shower door?"
"Why don't you join me?" he laughed.
"Well, I think I could help you do the dog better than you are doing him. Don't you know how to wash a dog?"
"No," he said, "I've never washed one before."
"Really, Tim," she complained, "you are beginning to be more bother than help."
She was puzzled and confused about what to do. Even though he was only a sixteen year old boy, and she was a thirty year old woman, she could see sexual attraction in him. She was amazed at the size of his huge cock as it stood up.
"Why don't you take off your clothes and get in here with me?" he suggested slyly.
"Alright, I will," she said, "only I will just take off everything but my underclothes. I am certainly not going to stand stark naked in there with you, Tim."
She peeled out of her garments and went into the shower. As she stood there washing the dog, in her bra and parities, he really got a hard on.
"Boy, have you ever got a nice pair of tits," he told her.
"Tim, you shouldn't talk to me like that."
However, the young boy couldn't help but observing, for she was bending over as she washed the white dog's fur.
"You see," she explained, "you use this soap like this. It's a dog shampoo. You pinch the plastic bottle, and some pops out. Then, you build up a billowy suds, and you'll get her really clean."
"Alright," he said, "I'll do it."
He pulled the plastic container and then proceeded to wash the dog correctly. However, he could hardly keep his mind on what he was doing. It came as somewhat as a surprise to the older woman, that a young boy would have this much sexual development.
"How old are you, Tim?" she asked carefully.
"Old enough," he smiled.
"Old enough for what?" she laughed.
"Old enough to fuck."
"Tim," she reprimanded him, "you shouldn't talk like that."
But all the time she was looking at him, and was eager to have something to do with him. She hadn't had sex for a long time, not since her divorce from Ken. And now, as she looked at the cock before her, she thought of him, and how he gave it to her. She yearned for the opportunity to experience sexual relations with him again.
"Would you like to do something with me?" he smiled.
"Tim, I'm twice your age."
"When it comes to sex," he said, "it doesn't matter what age you are."
"Really," she said, "I couldn't do anything with you."
"Oh, but I could do something with you," he laughed.
Now, his eyes were focused down at her moistening mound. She could tell he was crazy to have her.
"We've got to wash this dog," she insisted.
"Alright," he said, "but do you mind if I pump my meat with one hand, and wash the dog with the other?"
"Is it that desperate?" she asked.
"Yes, it is," he insisted.
Now, she was beginning to wish she could have sex with him.
"What would you do to me, if I did let you have sex with me?"
"I'd ball you," he said, grasping his rod.
"You think you know how?"
"I don't need lessons," he assured her.
"Alright, if you want it so bad, I'll let you do it."
He was amazed, and so was she. Something so unusual as having sex with a young male employee, was even a shocker to her imagination. Yet, all right and wrong evaporated under the heat of sexual fulfillment. She looked at him, and he looked at her, and they read each other right.
"Where will we do it?"
"On the floor," he said.
She got out a towel and put it on the floor. The dog shook off his wet hair, and they both laughed.
"Do you care if the dog watches?"
"No, Lester can watch."
Now, she was slipping out of her panties. His eyes focused directly on her, and as he saw the moistening mound, he became more and more excited. Next, his eyes went up to her breasts. It excited him as he saw the large breasts, in the small skimpy bra.
"Oh, what tits," he said.
She massaged them, actually enjoying immensely his attention.
"Can I suck on one of them?" he asked.
"You can suck on both of them," she smiled.
He came over to her and began sucking. Now, he was eager for action.
"Oh baby," he told her, "this is going to be beautiful."
There wasn't anything now that was going to come between this young man and his sensual, lustful desires. He went over and grasped both breasts in his hands and began massaging them. The pet store owner enjoyed it. She looked down at young Tim who helped her trim the dogs, washed the dogs, and clean up the shop. She had never thought of young Tim Murphy as a sex object until he had told her he would wash the dog. This time, he took off his clothes. Other times, he had just taken off his shirt, and bent over to put the dog in the shower and washed the dog that way. Whatever made him decide to get in the shower with Lester, she didn't know. Yet, she was glad he had made that decision. For that gave her an opportunity to see him bareass naked.
"Oh, that feels so good," she told him, as he played with her breasts.
His fingers reached for her nipples and he played with them.
"Oh, Tim," she said, "your fingertips feel so great. I love it when you feel me all over."
"I like it too," the young boy said breathlessly.
Then, his hands massaged down her behind, and he played with her buttocks. Next, he felt her mound. It didn't take long for his finger to slip in her vagina. Next, he flipped his tool into her, and she went out of her mind, as she felt his young cock surging inside her.
"Oh, fuck it," he panted, "grab it with your cunt, baby, and fuck it for me."
She ground her hips around as the young stud drove into her.
"Oh, baby, fuck me, fuck!" he panted as he thrust inside her.
He loved the warm feeling of her vagina. She knew just how to grind it around, and this thrilled him too.
"Keep that up," he told her, "that's what I like, oh yes, baby, yes, do it!"
The emotion was building, and she loved it. So did he.
"Oh," he panted, "that's beautiful, keep it up, baby, that's it, do it baby, do it!"
Faster and faster, his young prick urgently stabbed her. She gripped it with her vagina muscles, and kept playing with it.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes, that's what I like, that's it, baby, do it, do it lover, do it!"
The action continued for a few moments, and it was beautiful.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes, that's what I like, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
Faster and faster, he rammed it to her. And with every thrust, her cunt muscles gripped it. She grasped it tightly and massaged it inside of herself, and she loved it.
"Oh baby, that's what I like," he panted. "Do it, do it, baby!"
She didn't miss a thing as he neared his climax, she slid a finger up his asshole, and suddenly he shot. Now, her vagina muscles gripped his tool.
The fantastic feelings that had gone through them, had climaxed. His lips found hers, and they pressed in a kiss. Her finger, still gliding up his asshole, and his cock still thrusting into her.
After their kiss, he removed his lips and said: "Have I flipped out of my mind?"
"I guess we both have," she said nervously now.
"We really shouldn't have done this," he said.
"No, we shouldn't have."
They knew they both were guilty, yet he felt he had done no wrong. He had wanted her desperately, and he had to get his rocks off.
Now, they both started dressing.
"You're quite a beautiful baby," he smiled, "even if you are a little older."
"I'm not that old," she reminded him.
When Tim Murphy had finished dressing, he looked at her, and then he looked away.
"There's nothing wrong, is there, Tim?" she asked, her heart pounding faster.
"No," he assured her. "Everything is alright."
Even as he spoke the words, she knew he didn't mean them. And this was what hurt her. Now, he was gone and she was alone with her dogs. She looked at the beautiful white dog, Lester, and she called him over.
"Lester," she smiled, "did I do the wrong thing?"
The white dog, with the black eyes, looked up at her, and wished he could speak. He knew something was troubling his mistress, and he wanted to tell her not to let anything bother her. Yet, he could only bark.
She patted his head as he barked, and then she fed the rest of the dogs, and closed the pet store for the rest of the day. As she went home that night, she felt sad. She had been a good, moral woman most of her life. And now, as she was approaching her middle thirties, she felt extremely guilty, to think she had made it with a young boy. Guilt, and fear, troubled her so much, she decided to go to the library to read. She went to the library, and told the librarian she was doing a research paper on sexual laws. The librarian directed her to where the books would be on the shelves. She took a couple books down and went over to a desk. She started reading, and what she read tortured her. She could hardly believe that older people, who molested young children, had done such terrible things. Some of the cases were of murderers, who first molested their young charges, and then had sexual relations with them. The more she read about it, the more disgusted she became with herself. She knew she was doing the wrong thing by getting involved with children, and she hated herself for it. Yet, there was no way out. She was terribly attracted to the young boys, and wanted to do things with their sexual organs. Therefore, she found herself constantly checking opportunities to see them naked. However, this time she got trapped. Before, she had just watched the boys shower when she would have them wash her dogs off. But this time, she got so turned on with one young boy, namely, Tim Murphy, that she had succumbed. Now, as she read about the end of some of these terrible cases, she was frightened senseless. She left the library, and left the books out there, and walked out.
As she walked on the street, she felt ill. She wondered why she couldn't be normal like anyone else. Why was it, she thought to herself, that she couldn't find someone her age? It had to be someone who was younger, to turn her on.
She decided possibly that she could get over this if she would call someone who could give her some sex action, and she knew one man, Thomas Vince, who had told her that he would love to meet her some day. She had always resisted, when he came into the shop to have his dog taken care of. Now, she thought she would. Thomas had a beautiful German Shepherd dog, and she always loved to take care of him.
He had told her when she wasn't busy to give him a buzz and they could have some fun together. She called him up, and he seemed very happy.
"Well, it's nice hearing from you," he told her. "And I wonder to what do I owe this honor?"
Marie Larsen didn't know what to say at first. Finally, she blurted it out.
"I thought maybe we could get together, over at your place."
"I would just love that," he said.
"When can I come over?" she asked.
"Right away," he said.
She didn't like the idea of going over to see him. Yet, she thought that if she could get the young boy out of her system for good, she could have a sexual affair. This was really what she needed. This was why she was getting turned on with the young kids. She still wondered if she was doing the right thing. Thomas had been overly eager, and now, she was faced with going over to see him. After a few more words, she hung up the phone, and headed for his place.
She drove over there, and stopped at his apartment house. It did make her feel a little bit ashamed, and when there was a bar nearby, she stopped there for a drink. She had a mission to fulfill, and that was to overcome her crazy lust for young boys.
As she went into the bar, a couple of men made eyes at her. But she went right to her task, of getting loaded enough so she could go through what she thought she should with Thomas.
"What will you have?" the fat bartender asked her.
"Oh, I want something real strong, that will make me forget everything for a few minutes."
"We've got a lot of drinks like that, lady," he said.
"Alright," she said, "give me a whiskey sour."
She got a whiskey sour, and looked around the bar. A couple of men were still looking at her. She sipped it slowly, and wondered whether or not she should call Thomas up and tell him to forget it and go off with one of these men. But, she finally decided she couldn't be a barfly, and decided she would prefer being with Thomas.
She went over to his place, and he was surprised to see her.
"Well," he smiled, "to what do I owe this pleasant surprise?"
"You've been asking me to drop by and see you for some time, haven't you?"
"Yes, I have," he said.
"And I could just imagine why."
"Can you now?" he smiled.
"Yes," she said. "You want to have sex with me. Is that putting it bluntly enough?"
"Almost too bluntly," Thomas nodded. "What's the catch?"
"Does there have to be a catch?" she asked.
"There always is."
"Well," she said, "there's no catch in this situation."
He knew what she wanted, and he said, "I see you had a little drink before you got here."
"Yes, you noticed."
"Well," he laughed, "how could I help but notice?"
He looked at her, and said nervously, "Now, why don't you just play it cool?"
"Look," she said, "you've been making passes at me to have sex with me for a long time. Now that I'm here, why don't you go through with it?"
"Because, you've got an ax to grind. You wouldn't come over here on your own, just like that, and offer yourself, unless you did have some ax to grind."
"Well," she said, "I don't like that attitude. Finally, I'm ready to give you a good time, and this is the best response you can have."
"Alright, baby," he said, "how would you like to take some of my sex pills?"
"Are you on dope or something?"
"No," he said. "However, I do like to have a little sex pill now and then."
"What kind of pills are they?"
"Capsules," he explained.
"Well, I've never taken anything," she said. "Never."
"Well, maybe," he explained, "you would have more fun if you had taken something."
"I bet you think I'm a dull woman."
"No, as a matter of fact, I think you're a very exciting woman. And, I can't think of anything I would like better to do, than to ball you."
"That's quite a compliment coming from you."
"Well," he said, "it's the truth. I really would love to fuck you."
"Alright, I'll do anything you want to. But I don't like the idea of taking any dope."
"You're such a narrow minded hypocrite," he said. "You really are."
"I don't like your attitude. Just because I don't want to take your good-for-nothing red pills, you are having the nerve to call me a hypocrite."
"Sure," he laughed, "you don't want to go all the way. You're afraid, you just want to go part-way."
"No, I won't go just part-way, I'll go all the way, and, I'll prove to you I'm not afraid of anything."
He went to the bedroom and asked her to join him.
Once they were there, he looked at her and smiled.
"Here they are, just some simple red pills. Nothing to worry about."
Now, she got up her nerve, and decided that indeed she could try taking the pills. He popped it, and a red cloud of dust came forth.
"Now, breathe deep," he explained. "That's it, breathe real deep."
She breathed deeply, and a strange euphoria swept over her. She felt as if she were floating, and she did feel very sensual.
"This, will help you," he insisted.
"How do you know it will?"
"Because," he explained, "I've had a lot pf women who have tried it. And, you'd be amazed what happens."
"What does happen?"
"Well," he explained, "you suddenly feel real sexy. And, you want to do everything with a man that you can think of. And everything he can think of too."
"I would like to see you naked."
"You see?" he laughed. "It's working."
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry," she said, "that I took this. Now, I feel almost helpless under your spell."
"That's what I was hoping- you would feel," he insisted.
At this point, he had made his play, and she was his willing victim.
"Let's undress," he smiled. "And, you can help me if you want to."
"Alright," she agreed.
She walked over to him, and she started to undress him. He smiled as he saw her doing it for him.
"You see, baby," he laughed, "this is what I like. A woman who isn't afraid of being a woman. It really is something," he laughed, "to find a woman who will submit to a man. That, is what gives me my kicks."
"Alright," she agreed, "I'll do it."
She helped him out of his shirt, and then she unzipped his fly, and he stepped out of his pants.
"Now," he smiled, "I'm ready."
As she looked at the huge cock, she wondered what demands he might make of her.
"Now, it's my turn to undress you," he smiled.
He took his time, as his hands reached to feel her breasts through the material of her dress.
"Oh, those tits feel good to me," he said. "When I bring my dog in and have you take care of him, I wished I could take care of you."
"Oh, I knew you were on the make for me."
"You bet your sweet ass I was," he assured her.
"Honey," he smiled, "would you tell me when I can fuck you?"
"Right now," she laughed.
"As soon as I get you stripped, and on that bed, I'll give it to you."
He finished undressing her, and got down to her panties and bra.
"You know," he smiled, "when I see a woman like this, it really turns me on. There's something so beautiful about you, well, I just can't explain it."
His hands reached out, and tugged at the elastic waistband of her panties. Then, he reached in, and felt her.
"Oh baby, does that ever feel good."
"You like that, huh?"
"You bet I do," he assured her.
Then, he continued fumbling with her, and became more and more excited.
"Oh, I can't wait."
Finally, as he fingered her snatch, he got so stimulated he could hardly stand it.
"I want to fuck you," he smiled. "And I do mean fuck you."
It was an emotional moment for them both, and it was driving him out of his mind as he looked at her.
"Oh baby," he told her, "you really are something."
His hands reached up and his fingers slipped beneath her brassiere. He felt her, enjoying it just like that.
"Honey," he smiled, "you're too much."
"How come men get so horny?"
"It's the nature of the beast," he chuckled.
Now, he was hotter and hotter, and she knew that he wanted it badly.
"Alright," she agreed, "take it off and take a good look."
He unfastened her bra, and let her breasts fall out to freedom. As he looked at them, he reached up and with both hands played with the nipples.
"You really like to fuss around with me, don't you?"
"You know I do," he smiled.
It didn't take him long to reach down and slip her panties off. Now, she was standing naked.
"Oh," he looked at her, "How beautiful."
"Baby," she laughed, "you want to fuck me?"
"Stop tormenting me," he smiled. "I want to examine you for a few minutes. I want to just look at you and enjoy you, and drink up your beauty."
"Keep talking," she laughed, "flattery will get you anything you want."
They had a good laugh for a moment, and then he smiled and said: "Get over there on the bed."
She went over to the bed, and she lay there and spread her legs invitingly. Reaching down, she massaged her vagina. As she massaged it, his tongue hung out.
"Make you hungry?"
"You bet it does," he assured her. "Baby, I'll just sit over here and let you wrap your mouth around my prick."
He sat on the edge of the bed, and she crouched between his crotch. At first, she just wanted to examine it carefully. Having got so strung up on a young boy, and not having had the time to see his body carefully, she decided she would with this man. She looked at the size of the long prick, and it fascinated her.
"Look at me," he suggested. "Go ahead, look at it."
She got more and more stimulated, and finally she let her tongue sweep around it, and licked.
"Oh," he said, "that feels good. It really does."
She continued licking his cock, and the more she sucked on it, the more stimulated and excited he became.
"Oh," he panted, "suck that prick. Suck it baby, suck it."
Now, she was learning what cocksucking was all about. And, as she sucked it harder and harder, the pleasure grew within his loins.
"Oh, baby," he said, "what a mouth for it. Some people have mouths for it and some don't. You really have. Keep it up, honey," he begged her. "Suck that prick! That's it, eat my dick! Oh, baby, suck it, suck it!"
His hands reached up and gripped her head, and pinned her down over his cock.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes, that's what I want you to do, do it baby, do it!"
Faster and faster she sucked on his joystick, and then he told her: "Play with the balls."
She reached out and felt his balls. As she fingered them, she thought of the fact that they were swelling with sperm, and soon it would be shooting through his penis and into her mouth. This fact intrigued, fascinated, and stimulated her imagination.
"Oh," he grunted, "that's fantastic, baby, do it, do it!"
She sucked vigorously, and then he rammed it to her good.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes, that's what I like!" Now, she could hardly stand the emotions that were racing through her body.
"Oh baby, suck it, suck it baby, suck it!" Suddenly, the hot juice was exploding, and she felt him gushing in her mouth.
He didn't want her to let it drip and not swallow it. He got his delight, his real charge, when he could make a woman swallow his sperm.
"Oh, eat it, eat it baby, eat it!"
She devoured his juices, and she enjoyed it. To her own surprise, she couldn't get enough of it. It was like a delicious treat, and she sucked vigorously.
As she slowly slid her mouth off his cock, he had to compliment her on how well she had performed.
"Baby," he told her, "you really know how to give good head."
"I'm glad," she smiled, "I really am."
They both had enjoyed it, and now was the moment of truth.
"Honey," she smiled, "I love you."
"You love my dick," he told her. "I know what you came here for. You wanted to suck it."
She looked at him, not understanding what he meant. She really had sought some kind of affection and understanding. She never had related or communicated very well with anyone. It always bugged her that she couldn't find anyone who liked her. And, when this man, Thomas Vince, asked her for sex, she was really on an ego trip. However, his nasty remarks, after she had serviced him so effectively, did not impress her favorably.
She looked up at him, and with a strange and startled look, she asked: "Why do you make it so difficult for me?"
"I'm a realist," he said. "Are you romantic?"
"I guess I am," she said. "I guess I believe in happy endings."
"Well," he said, "I've got news for you. There aren't many happy endings, anywhere. So, you grab happiness where you can. And you let it go at that."
"I've had my share of fun," she said.
Now, she felt alone, rejected, tormented. The thing that she had sought to gain release wasn't working.
"I want to go now," she said, rising from the bed.
"Oh no, you don't," he smiled, "we're just starting to ball, baby. And, I've got a lot of good things in mind to do with you."
CHAPTER TWO
Thomas was delighted that he had found someone he could utilize sexually. And, he didn't intend to let her go. Instead, he was going to do plenty.
Now that he had his opportunity, he was determined to make the most of it. He looked at her, and told her: "Now you lie up there on the bed and spread your legs for me."
As she spread her legs, he moved in. He licked along her vagina, and then stabbed her there. His hard tongue jabbed up there. He drove it back and forth and made it a point to give her all the excitement he could. Faster and faster his hot tongue licked her there. She loved it, and so did he. His hands reached up to her breasts and played with the nipples while he ate her. Then, he wanted to look at it some more. So, to add stimulation to the excitement, he pulled his tongue out, and with both hands pried her vagina apart and looked at the quivering mound. The pink flesh excited him. Its liquid state turned him on. Now, he was more and more stimulated. It was a strange thing, he thought, what a woman's vagina could do for him. Why that little slit could be so tremendously appealing, he didn't know. He used his lips and his tongue to suck. And then, he let his tongue slide in on the inner surface of the vagina. He was exploring his partner's privates. She loved it, and then he let his hand grasp her breasts once more, as he stabbed away.
"Oh, I love it," she told him. "Eat it, baby, eat it."
Now, the excitement surged through him as she loved it that much. She rolled back and forth, and he gripped her tightly.
"Oh baby," she begged him, "eat it, eat it lover, eat it!"
At this point, the emotions were surging through them both.
His hot tongue continued lashing away, and it was driving him out of his mind to see how much she was enjoying it. He made it a point to keep his hands playing around her, while he was eating her.
"Oh," she panted, "that's beautiful."
Then, he got off her at that angle, and told her he wanted to try something else.
"What do you want now?" she asked him.
"Well," he said, "the thing I really would like to do would be to have you sit on my face.
I could lick your ass out first, and then suck your pussy."
The idea appealed to her. Thomas was really quite a swinger. This much intimacy seemed like a beautiful idea. Now, he lay back and then she straddled him, slowly sliding over his face. As her beautiful soft buttocks came close to his face, he gripped her tightly. His tongue stabbed her there, and then he thrust it back and forth.
"Oh, ah, you have no idea how that feels."
The excitement that she felt at this point, was above and beyond anything she thought sex could be.
"Oh, baby, love me, love me, I want it, I want it."
Faster and faster their hot bodies were moving now. His tongue was stiffening as it stabbed up her rectum. She knew that he was a master lover, and she thrilled to his tongue touch.
"Oh, Thomas baby, you really know how to make a woman happy, don't you?"
Thomas couldn't answer because his tongue was too busily occupied in her. Yet, he knew she was dripping juices, and he had to get her fast. His tongue surged up her vagina, and stimulated her. She loved it, and she pumped up and down on his tongue, as if it was a prick.
"Oh, Thomas," she panted, "that's beautiful, I love that, baby, keep it up, honey, keep it up. Oh yes, lover, do it, baby, do it!"
He sucked away at her slit, and she became more excited every second.
"Oh, that's what I like, that's it, do it baby, do it. Yes baby, yes, keep it up, honey, keep it up, oh, ah, that's what I want, ah, yes!"
The excitement that was racing through her body, as his fingers played with her breasts, was almost more than she could bear.
"Oh, honey, love me, love me!"
Now, Marie Larsen actually thought she would be able to forget the young boy. No doubt about it, this man was loving her as she thought nobody ever could. Thomas Vince was enjoying himself too. He had waited a long time to get at Marie Larsen's snatch. When he would come into the shop with his dog, he would look at her longingly. He would make cute little comments about her body and what an attractive woman she was, all the time hoping he could lure her to his bedroom. Finally, when she didn't respond, he thought she just didn't care for him. Therefore, it came as quite a shock when he called her suddenly and told her he wanted to make it with her.
"Oh, Thomas, I love you."
Thomas kept licking until she juiced. He could hardly stand it himself, and his body was vibrating.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes!"
The passionate pleasure that surged through his body at this point, was something he could hardly understand. He was delighted, excited, and he knew this was a very unusual sexual adventure for him. As she finally gushed, and the juices flashed into his mouth, he sucked her in greedily.
Now, she had her experience, and she was determined to make the most of it. When he got off the bed, she noticed his huge penis dangling between his legs.
"I see you're still horny," she smiled.
"I stay horny for a long time," he assured her.
She wondered now what she could do to satisfy that big thing between his legs.
"Honey," she smiled, "what are we going to do about your prick?"
"That's a good question," he chuckled. "Let me catch my breath first. Eating your snatch was really an experience."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," she assured him.
He got a drink for himself and poured one for her too. As they both drank, he wondered aloud.
"I wonder, honey, if you would be averse to some cultural fucking."
"What do you mean, cultural fucking?"
"Well," he explained, "different countries are famous for different acts. For example, the French are great on sucking. They suck everything. And, the Greeks are great on ass fucking."
"Is that right?" she smiled. "Well, maybe I should develop some sexual culture."
"Do you like to lick?"
"Why, I never thought much about it," she said seriously.
"Well," he insisted, "there's nothing I would like better than to have you lick me all over. Even the toes."
"You've got to be kidding. You mean the toes are fun to suck on?"
"Of course they are," he insisted. "The toes have a lot of excitement in them. All you have to do is be a little brave. Now, I know a lot of people would say you were nuts, to do all that licking and sucking. However, I recommend it highly."
She looked at his feet, and she laughed.
"You mean, I'm supposed to turn on with your toes?"
"Why don't you start licking me all over?" he smiled. "And maybe you'll understand what I'm talking about. A good demonstration would help you a lot."
She went down on his toes, and to her great surprise, she discovered she could suck on his big toe as if it was a penis. She loved it, and he told her: "Honey, massage the foot, while you suck the big toe."
She did just that, and he enjoyed it.
"Suck that toe," he told her, "that's it, suck it like a prick!"
She did just that and the electrical thrills that raced up and down her spine gave her quite a jolt of pleasure.
"Oh, baby, that's beautiful," she told him. "That's what I like, yes baby, yes, do it!"
No doubt about it, the pleasure was racing through her body, and it was matched by his. She sucked first on the big toe, and then the next, down to the little toe. Finishing one foot, he asked her: "Move on to the other foot."
She did just that, and as she sucked each toe, his body was vibrating with passion.
"Oh honey," he said, "you're doing it like they do in France. Now, move up my body. Lick my calves, and come up to the thighs." She continued up his thigh, and as she got to his inner thighs, her tongue tickled him excitedly.
"Oh baby," he told her, "you don't know what you're doing to me. That's what I need, that's what I like. Yes, baby, do it, honey, do it!" The emotions that were surging through her now, were almost more than she could stand.
"Oh honey," he gasped, "that's what I want. Beautiful, baby, suck me, suck me, baby!" Faster and faster her mouth moved up to his big testicles.
"Now, baby, skip the testicles. You come up to my face first and finish on my prick."
She was disappointed as she looked at the beautiful balls and the huge tool. She wanted to play around with it and the asshole, but he was insisting she forego that pleasure until she had finished up above.
She let her tongue slide along his flat stomach, and then she moved over to his chest. It was fun as she sucked on his chest, and she wasn't bothered by the hairs. His hands now were under her hair as she went at it.
"Oh baby," he told her, "that's what I like, lick me, lick me, lover, lick me."
Her tongue raced around him, and then he had her up to his face. She licked his chin, she licked his ears, and then slid along his forehead. She let her tongue even lick his eyelids. Now, she was sucking on his nose, coming to his mouth. Suddenly, he took over and became the aggressor. His mouth opened and hers opened too, and their tongues began thrashing hotly against each other. Their bodies were squirming, panting, and sweating. They were gripping each other excitedly, and panting.
"Oh, baby, that's beautiful. Yes, baby, that's what I like, do me, honey, do me!"
Suddenly, the excitement that was in their bodies, turned them on.
"Oh honey," he gasped, "keep it up, keep it up. That's what I like, do it honey, do it!" The frenzied emotion, that was running through their bodies at this point, was almost more than she could stand.
"I love it," he told her. "Love it, baby, love it!"
Suddenly, they understood what it was all about. And she went right back down to his loins. His thighs were upraised now and he embraced her as she slid down to his privates.
"Grip my ass in your hands, and suck on it."
She gripped his buttocks in her hands, and then she let her tongue slide around it. She stabbed the tongue up the asshole and fucked.
"Oh, now you're fucking my ass with your tongue. That's what I like, keep it up, keep it up, baby, do it, baby, do it!"
The emotions that were racing through them both now, was something else. It was bringing them to the brink of a quick climax.
"Suck ass," he told her, "oh yes baby, eat it, eat that ass out!"
She continued her action, and he pushed his buttocks harder toward her face.
"Oh honey, lick my balls now."
She pulled her tongue out of his asshole, and let it slide along the testicles. This excited her no end.
"Keep that up," he begged her. "Keep it up, baby, that's what I want. Yes, yes, do it!"
At this point she knew she should suck on both balls, and instinctively she opened her mouth as the balls slipped in.
"Suck smooth," he begged her. "That's real French loving. Oh yes, baby, lick it, love it, do it up brown."
She sucked on the balls, and it became more and more exciting. Then, he felt her hand grasp his shaft. She pulled on the cock and the huge cock quivered in her hands.
"Jerk it, baby, jerk it, and lick my balls at the same time."
She loved the proximity of her face to his privates. She loved the aroma of his body.
"Oh yes, jerk that prick, that's what I like, jerk it!"
With a good steady pace, she built up a sexual rhythm all of her own. And faster and faster she kept the tool going.
"That's it, baby, play with me. Play with my prick. Oh yes, honey, keep it up, keep it up baby, that's what I want!"
Faster and faster her hand travelled on the prick.
"Oh baby, that's beautiful. That's out of this world."
He was in his own Cloud Nine orbit, as her tongue swept over the testicles.
Now, she was licking the underside of his dick, coming to the sensitive glans portion of the prick.
"Oh, yes, suck that prick, suck that juicy joystick," he panted.
The excitement that surged through her now as she enveloped the head of the tool in her mouth, was something else. She could feel her own mound moistening.
"Oh baby," he panted. "That's beautiful. That's what I like. Oh, ah, yes baby, yes, keep it up, honey, keep it up, that's what I like!"
It didn't take her long now to suck. She sucked vigilantly, vigorously, smoothly. Building to a quicker pace, she increased the likelihood of the cock shooting.
"Suck that prick," he told her, "suck it for me honey, suck it."
The excitement of eating his dick was almost too much for her. Suddenly, she felt the juices building.
"Oh baby, it won't be much longer now," he assured her.
She went down to the base of the cock, at the same time manipulating and massaging the balls. Then, she gripped his ass cheeks in her hands and just sucked the head.
"Oh baby," he panted, "that's what I call French sucking."
With her eyes closed and her cheeks sucked in, she was giving him the type of action he desired.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes, eat that prick, eat it baby, eat it, that's what I like, oh yes honey, do it baby, do it!"
Now, the action was where it should be.
"That's a girl," he panted, "I'm juicing now."
The hot juices flashed into her mouth, and she sucked.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes, do it baby, do it!"
At this point, she nearly flipped.
"Suck it honey, suck it baby, suck, yes baby, yes, eat that prick!"
The juicy cock shot another load, and she took it in gladly. She was beginning to enjoy the creamy substance.
"Swallow it," he said in a most demeaning manner. "Swallow my sperm."
She swallowed his juicy load, and then she looked up at him and smiled.
"How about that?" she laughed.
He knew that she had given him the thing that he needed most, a good load.
Suddenly, it was all over, and she laughed.
"Now, baby, we had a good time, didn't we?"
She lay on his thighs and looked at him close up. The balls, the prick, and his ass cheeks were all appealing to her.
"You like it down there, around the cock?" he nodded.
"Of course I do," she assured him. "You've got a beautiful body, and I like being there."
He reached over for a cigarette and took it. As he lit his cigarette, and leaned back and started smoking, he laughed to himself.
"And here I thought you were a frigid worn-' an."
"I was," she admitted, "until recently. Then, I changed my mind. I knew I needed some action, and I got it."
"You're too much," he smiled.
"I guess I am," she agreed.
Now, he had other ideas in mind.
"You know, baby," he said, "we still haven't had any Greek culture."
"Oh, I'm starved," she said seriously.
"Well, I just fed you," he said. "You need another feeding?"
"I mean some solid food," she laughed. "I've had enough of this liquid diet, particularly from your pecker."
They had a good laugh over that, and then he said: "Baby, I've got some ideas about us."
"You mean my ass?"
"Precisely," he said.
They went into the kitchen, and had some food. He poured her some chilled champagne, and some small pieces of turkey. After she had finished eating, she felt like a human being.
"Honey," he smiled, "I'd like to have your ass taste real sweet to me, and then I could fuck it."
"Really!" she said. "What next?"
"Don't ask me, because I might tell you." They went into the bedroom, and then he really went to town. He had with him a small honey container. He told her: "Lie on the bed on your stomach, and arch your ass up so I can slide this honey container in there."
She lay on the bed, and he took the honey container with the small plastic nodule on the end and squeezed. As he squeezed the honey to her asshole, $he howled.
"What are you doing to me?" she demanded. "Just getting your ass ready," he chuckled. "You're a pretty horny guy, aren't you?"
"You know it," he said.
Now, she was prepared. The honey was all around her asshole, and his tongue soon whipped there. Parting her ass cheeks with his hands, he let his hot pink tongue slide up there, and licked. It tasted sweet to his tongue.
"Oh, suck my ass out," she told him. "That's it, baby, eat my ass, eat it baby, eat it!"
She got a big surprise when she felt his finger sliding into her vagina. Now, he was finger fucking her, and giving her a wild screw at the same time.
"Oh," she panted, "that's fantastic. Keep it up, baby, oh yes baby, do it, do it baby, do it, do it!"
The excitement that took place as this happened, was almost more than she could stand.
His hot tongue was stabbing away at her asshole, and his finger was sliding inside her. He kept his finger exploring her, and then he focused on the clitoris, and flipped it back and forth quickly while his tongue lashed away inside of her asshole.
She wiggled her buttocks about, so much that he had difficulty holding her in place with one hand that was free.
"Oh, Thomas," she gasped, "suck my ass, that's it, lover, eat my ass out, eat it, baby, eat it!"
The emotions that were flashing through her body, at this point, were almost more than she could stand. Suddenly, she felt herself gushing.
"Oh honey, eat my pussy," she begged him. "Eat it, baby, eat it!"
He flipped around quickly, and got her in line so he could eat her snatch. He was down below her, looking up at her slit, as the juices began dripping. It didn't take her long to push into his face. Then, the hot tongue stabbed away, licking, enjoying it.
"Oh, suck my cunt," she begged, "suck it baby, suck it, oh yes, baby, oh yes, do it, do it baby, do it!"
Now, she could hardly stand it. The emotions that were passing through her, were unlike any she had ever experienced before.
"Oh baby," she panted, "that's too much. Keep it up, baby, keep it up!"
He didn't quit grabbing her pussy with his tongue, until she had juiced.
"Oh suck it another time," she panted, as her cunt came for a second time.
Now, he slid a finger up her slick asshole, and finger fucked her asshole while he sucked her cunt.
"I love that," she panted, "why yes, baby, that's beautiful. Fuck my ass, suck my cunt, yes baby, yes, you're a real pussy eater."
He was that, and as his mouth pressed against her slit, and his tongue reached in, he explored her moist cavern.
"Oh, ah," she gasped, as his finger movements up her asshole forced her to push her vagina down tighter to his face.
"Oh yes, baby, yes, that's it, do it, do it!" Now, the surge of delight that passed through her body made her shudder. She was trembling with emotion, and she was so turned on.
"Suck it all out, suck it all out," she urged him.
His body got to trembling too, as he picked up on her vibration.
"Eat my cunt, eat it, Thomas baby, eat it, baby, eat it!"
The love affair that she had started with the young boy, seemed light years away. The waves of emotion that were flashing through her now, carried her away from the emotion she felt for the young boy. And it made her happy that she was finally obtaining release from the passion, the compulsion, that she worried about so much.
"Oh," she panted, "stop it, baby, stop it, that's enough, I can't stand it any more."
Finally, he pulled away and then it was over. At last, she could relax. She spread her legs, and clutched the sheet, and turned her head both ways.
"Oh baby," she told him, "do you suck all your women like that?"
"Not all of them," he assured her. "But we did have a good time, didn't we?"
"Oh yes," she told him. "We sure did."
They lay there and looked at each other longingly. Now, he had his eyes on her ass. He was feeling her ass, massaging it, and playing with it.
"I suppose you still want to get your rocks off."
"How did you guess that?"
"It wasn't difficult," she smiled, "with your pecker that long, I knew you needed some action."
They had a good laugh, and then he continued using his hand to massage her buttocks.
"Nobody ever massaged me like that," she told him. "It's too much."
"You like that, huh?"
"Well, of course I do," she smiled. "That really is exciting."
Now, he was demonstrating his ability to excite and tease her buttocks.
She rolled over on her stomach, and he got down between her legs, and began kissing her behind. It was a good feeling as she felt his kisses peppering her behind. And, he let his tongue lick all over in short tongue movements.
At last the excitement was building to a point where she could hardly stand it. Arching herself upward, the tongue jabbed down.
"Oh," he told her, "that's beautiful. Keep it up, honey, keep it up. That's it, lover, do it, do it baby, do it!"
The emotions now were too much. She could hardly stand it, and she wanted that huge dick in her asshole. But, he refused to stick it up there. Instead, he played all around there with his hand, constantly massaging, constantly kneading. Then, he put his face next to her ass, and when his cheek was next to her ass cheek, he laughed: "This is cheek to cheek, baby."
Brushing his cheek across her ass cheeks, he let his tongue drag. She loved the hot sticky tongue as it licked there, and all the time she was becoming more and more eager to have that cock sliding up there. Yet, he didn't do it. He was building her up for that moment of action. He reached up under her stomach and let his hands glide up to her breasts. At the same time, he was kissing, brushing his cheek across her ass cheeks, and licking. With the combined action going on down there, the hands on her breasts really excited her.
"Oh," she panted, "this is fantastic. I love it."
It wasn't long now, until she knew that she would have to have the prick in her.
He didn't reply. His hands went on playing with her, and he wouldn't stop.
"I want it!" she begged him.
"Oh, honey, don't torment me like this."
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes!"
At this point, they could hardly stand it. "Oh, ah, yes baby, yes, do it baby, do it!" Still, his hands went on playing with her, and he would not put his cock inside. He knew enough to build her up until she wanted it more. "Honey," he said, "I feel in need of a drink."
"Not now," she said. "I want to be fucked."
"Well, you're just going to have to wait."
Realizing that there was no other way, she turned over and said, "Get me some champagne too."
He went back to the kitchen, and brought back some champagne and slipped it into her hand. Then he sat on the edge of the bed and told her: "Baby I want to know just what you want of me."
She reached out and grasped his huge tool and squeezed.
"That's what you want?" he asked.
"Yes" she said. "I want it and I want every inch of it."
"Alright," he said, "you're gonna get it. But baby, I want a fuck break."
She realized that he was using her and she hated him for it. Yet, she was so anxious to have it, she couldn't make too much of a fuss about it.
"I bet women, beg for it from you, don't they?"
"They sure as hell better," he said, "or they won't get it."
At this point, she didn't know what to do, but he did.
"Honey," he told her, "you're going to get fucked, and fucked good soon."
She knew he meant business, and then she saw to it that he did give it to her a few moments later. But not before she had to do a lot of prodding.
"You enjoy sex, don't you, Thomas?"
"Yes, I do," he laughed.
The point had been made, and then she said: "Do you like to torture people?"
"I haven't done much of that," he admitted. "But I've often thought about it. I thought how much fun it would be to have a little whip, and watch the ass wiggle as I whipped it."
"Would you like to experiment with me?"
"Yes, I would, if you wouldn't mind."
"Well," she said, "if you wouldn't make it too difficult."
He looked at her and said, "How would you like it if I used a belt to whip your ass?"
"I'd love that," she assured him, "I really would."
He walked over to his closet and took out a big leather belt and smilingly walked back to her, his huge cock standing up as he got nearer to her.
"It turns you on, just thinking about it, doesn't it?"
He nodded, and then they were both locked in lustful exchanges of glances.
"You're just licking your tongue thinking about it, aren't you?"
"I guess I am, honey," he said. "Would you mind if I tied you up on the bed?"
"Oh no," she said. "You have to do that too, to get your kicks?"
"Well, that would add to the excitement," he explained.
She didn't like the idea now at all, but in so much as he had made such a fuss about it, she thought she might as well go along with it.
"Alright," she agreed. "But I'm not too crazy about it."
He proceeded to tie her up, and she didn't like it. Yet, when she was completely tied up, she did enjoy the sensations that were going through her.
"Now, you are the boss, and I am your slave. Slave and master."
"That's right, slave," he smiled, as he looked down at her spread out and tied on the bed.
Suddenly, the phone rang, and he quickly closed the bedroom door and went to the other room. She strained, but the knots held good and she couldn't move herself off the bed. She heard him mumbling something about later, and wondered what on earth he could be talking about. However, she couldn't respond to her curiosity, as she was confined to that bed, no matter what. It bugged her and disgusted her, that there was nothing she could do. He was proud of himself for what he had done to her, and she hated him for it. Nevertheless, she resigned herself to her fate, and lay back and relaxed. Then, she heard him saying something about joining them, and this upset her. The last thing she wanted, was to have someone else over there bugging her too. While she wanted to get over her love for this kid, she thought this was carrying it too far.
CHAPTER THREE
Finally, Thomas came back into the room, and it really bugged her when he did. He stood there, and smiled, and said to her: "A friend of mine would like to come over. How would you like that?"
"I wouldn't," she said. "I really wouldn't."
"Well," he laughed, "you will enjoy this, don't worry."
He passed the time away by turning on some low stereo music, and then he added to the excitement, by flipping the belt across her buttocks and smiling.
"Feel good?" he asked her. "Sure it does, doesn't it, baby?"
She knew she would like to slug him. But she didn't dare make too much of a fuss. She was in no position to strike back. He was a big man, and she was a small woman. Therefore, she had to take what he wanted to do, and not make much of a fuss about it. The belt whipped across her buttocks, and he laughed.
"I don't know why it makes me laugh when I watch your ass wiggle, when I strike this belt across your butt."
"I do," she told him. It's because you are a fucking sadist."
"Aren't you a masochist?"
"Hell, no," she assured him. "I just went along with you because you wanted to do something different. But, this is ridiculous, and it hurts."
He had made his point, and there was no way that he could get out of doing it. However, there was one attempt made, at last, to get away. She strained at one place where she was tied up, her wrist. Her right wrist. And when he saw this, he came over and tied it up tighter.
"Oh, I see I didn't do a good enough job," he chuckled.
"You bastard!" she said, trying to pull away.
"You shouldn't call me names," he said, "not bad names like that."
The whip lashed across her bare buttocks, and she flinched once more.
"Stop it, damnit!" she told him.
"Sorry about that," he laughed.
Now, he was whipping' her in earnest. And, she was becoming more and more angry. "Oh, you devil," she snapped.
"What did you call me?" he smiled, just waiting for her to say something.
"I called you a devil, because that's what you are."
"Mustn't call names," he told her, "that's not nice."
"Well, you're not nice," she told him frankly.
"Is that so?" he laughed. "And I suppose, you are."
"Well," she said, "at least I'm not the bastard you are."
The point had been made, and now he was wondering how he was going to continue the action.
"Would you like it, honey," he smiled acidly, "if I turned you over and whipped your tits?"
"No, you bastard," she said, "I wouldn't."
Her name calling was interrupted by the doorbell ringing.
"Now, I'll answer the door," he said, dismissing himself.
He went to the door and talked to his friend.
"Well, Bill," he laughed, "I'm so glad you could make it. I'm sure we'll have one good time."
Bill was a tall dark skinned man, and as he walked in, he was eager to see her.
"Is she a good piece of tail?" he asked him.
"A great piece of ass," he laughed. "I really enjoyed fucking this one. She's too much."
"Honey," he smiled, "I would like to introduce you to Bill. Bill, this is Marie Larsen."
"Pleased to meet you, Marie Larsen," he chuckled, "and I think we can have a great time tonight. I'd like to fuck your cunt, and he can fuck your asshole."
"What is this, anyway?" she demanded. "Are you both a couple of sex fiends?"
The two men looked at each other, exchanged glances, and shrugged.
"What is she talking about?" Bill said. "Doesn't everybody fuck this way?"
"Well, I certainly hope not," she replied. "If so, we're all doomed."
"Baby, baby, is that a nice way for you to talk?" Bill smiled.
"Yes," she said. "You don't know what this bastard Thomas has put me through. It's been terrible."
"I know, I know," he smiled.
At this point, he began peeling off his clothes. As she got a load of his huge prick, she became hungry for it.
"Say, you've got a nice juicy dick there," she smiled.
"Yes, you can lick it, but I want to fuck and explode it in your pussy."
"Oh, you can," she said. "You can, Bill baby, but please unfasten my arms and my legs. Then, I'll be able to manipulate your dick and give you a sweet suck."
"Go ahead," Thomas smiled, "she'll be a good girl. A big cock like that, always turns her into a good girl."
"I hope you mean a good sucking girl," Bill said, "because I happen to dig cocksucks."
"Most men do," she smiled, "and apparently you aren't the exception. Just lower your prick to mouth level, and you'll get a suck."
He didn't take long to get that dick right to her mouth. As her lips opened, he eased it in slowly. Suddenly, he jabbed it down her throat, and began throat fucking her wildly. She was a little furious, as she thought about a little more build-up, instead of becoming quite so passionately intimate, so suddenly.
"Suck that prick," he told her, "suck that prick, baby, suck it, that's what I need, oh yes baby, eat that dick! Oh, honey, suck it, suck that cock, oh, ah, yes baby, yes, do it baby, do it!"
The emotional pleasure that she was deriving from all of this, was driving her up the wall.
"Oh, baby," he panted. "This is what I like, keep it up, baby, keep it up, that's the way to do it, yes, baby, yes, do it faster, oh, ah, that's what I want. Yes, baby, yes, suck it baby, suck it!"
Now, they were going out of their minds enjoying the action.
"Suck that juicy prick," Bill told her. "Suck it, baby, suck it, that's what I like, oh yes, baby, not so hard, honey. I want to save it for your pussy. You'll love it when I explode in your cunt."
He was determined to get his rocks off, the way he wanted to, and no other way.
"Suck that, baby," he told her, "suck it sweetly, baby, that's it, put some purple passion into it, baby, that's what I like, oh yes, baby, suck, suck that prick, oohh, aahh, yes baby, yes," he panted.
Now, he was flipping out of his mind, and the sensations that flashed through his body were almost too much.
"You'd better stop letting her blow you," Thomas insisted, "because, baby, you've got to give us both a fuck now."
"This feels so good," Bill admitted, "I'm tempted to let her juice it."
"Forget it, fucker," his friend told him, "you just get that ready."
"Alright," he agreed, "We'll do it that way." Now, the action was carried into a three- way. He slid his dick out of her mouth reluctantly, and then she lay on her side.
"Not on your side, honey," he told her, "I want to be on the bottom, thrusting up. And, Thomas can stab it to your butt from behind." Now, she understood what he wanted. He lay on his back, and she straddled him for a moment.
"That's it, fit yourself in, sidesaddle, then get ready for your ass to be fucked."
"I'm not quite sure that I'll do this."
"Oh yes, you will," he smiled. "You'll do it, and you'll love it."
She had made her decision, and she knew she had to go through with it. As he stabbed it to her, she became more and more excited.
"Oh honey," she panted, "that's what I like. Do it, do it, do it!"
And as he stabbed it up to her, she suddenly felt something at her behind. Sure enough, it was Thomas mounting her buttocks. Thomas, had his cock ready to go in there, until she objected.
"You're not going to ram that big dick up me without something on it."
"It's got skin on it," he said. "You want me to skin it?"
"Of course not," she said. "You need your skin to slide it in and out. However, I want you to get some grease on it. Make it as easy as possible. This way of fucking, is not the easiest."
"I know it isn't," he admitted. "And that's one reason I've always enjoyed it."
At this point, he hated to take the time to get up and get the grease to lube his prick. However, he knew that he had to, and so he got off her and went over to get the vaseline jar in the medicine chest in the bathroom. He took it to her, and quickly got it ready to get his prick ready.
Now, he was ready, and he slid the grease on his cock. Then, he was ready to stab it up there.
"Now," he said, "we are ready."
Going back to the bed, he got on the bed, and began slowly sliding the huge dick up there.
"Now, how is it?" he asked her, as he slid himself in.
"Oh, that's different," she admitted, "that is good. I like that."
With a hard, driving thrust, he rode it in there.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes, keep it up, that's it baby, do it!"
She was amazed how much fun it was to have that tool sliding in there, from behind as from the front. It made her very happy, and she gripped both tools tightly.
"Fuck it," he told her, "wiggle your butt, keep that up, honey, keep it up."
Together, the three of them were really having some fun.
"Oh," he panted, "that's it, baby, wiggle your ass around, that's what I want, yes, yes, do it, do it!"
It was indeed a fantastic moment as they fucked, faster and faster.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes, that's what I want. Do it, baby, do it!"
Finally, the hot juicy prick exploded in her hand. In a second, the dick thrusting into her vagina, exploded too, as Bill got his rocks off.
"Oh," she grunted, "that's too much, that's too much," she panted.
The huge juicy dick shot off.
"Keep that ass grinding," he begged her. "That's it, you can fuck us both if you'd just keep your ass in motion."
She kept her hips grinding around, making it a point to grip both cocks, one in the ass and one in the pussy.
"Oh," she panted, "that's beautiful, that's beautiful."
It was an emotional moment for them, and as they lay down, she got a big charge out of it.
"Pull your pecker out of my asshole," she told Thomas. "You've had enough."
Thomas pulled his cock out of her asshole, and then she got off Bill who was stabbing her cunt.
As she slid off Bill's big tool, she patted him on the chest, and told him: "You're a good fucker, you know that, don't you?"
"Well, I haven't had many complaints," he assured her. "I'm glad you liked it."
Now, the two of them were laughing.
"Oh, baby," she said, "to think I was mad at you, Thomas. And look what you had planned for me. You are a darling indeed."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Thomas smiled. "Also, I'm glad I introduced you to Bill. You see, three of us can make it better than one or two."
"Well," she smiled, "I never was used to playing with myself. So, this is better than anything."
Just then, Thomas got an idea. He thought of the great dane in the other room and said: "Have you ever fucked a dog?"
"Are you kidding?" she asked.
"Why, no," he explained. "There are a whole lot of women, single like yourself, who have dogs that are really sporting dogs."
He looked at her and said, "Would you like to fuck my dog?"
"Go ahead," Bill insisted, "I'd like to see you make it with a dog. You really have a beautiful body, and now that your cunt is nice and slick with all that juice in it, it should be fun."
"I don't want the dog to fuck her cunt," Thomas objected. "I want that dog to fuck her asshole."
"That's too much," she said. "You can't expect me to do it with a dog."
"Well," he chuckled, "it might make it more exciting."
"Well," she said, "I do have a few things I won't do."
"Just a few?" Bill laughed.
"Well, doing it with a dog would be terrible."
"No, it wouldn't," he smiled. "Dogs are fabulous fuckers. They have long hard pricks, and a lot of feeling in them too."
Now, the point had been made, and she was ready to have a dog fuck. It didn't take long for the dog to come trotting in, when Thomas went out and brought him. The beautiful Ger man Shepherd started licking at her pussy immediately.
"I see you've got him well trained," she smiled.
"Now that your ass is nice and slick with my cum," he laughed, "the dog will have his whack at it."
The dog had his chance at this point.
She got on all fours, and then she looked back.
"Alright," she said, "get the dog up there."
Instantly the dog went into action. He placed his paws on her back and got himself in line with her ass.
"I see," she said, "that you've had a lot of other people doing this too."
"Right on," he laughed, "and it's fun."
The dog got his huge pecker even with her ass, and then he thrust forward. As it eased into her asshole, her body quivered.
"Oh," she grunted, "that's fantastic. That's a huge pecker."
Now, the dog's tool was sliding back and forth. In and out, faster and faster, and she loved it too.
"Oh," she said, "that's too much. Yes, yes baby, do it, that's it," she panted. "Isn't that something else?" she laughed, "a dog fucking me."
"You see," Bill chuckled, "I knew you'd like it with the dog. And, it's obvious the dog likes you."
At this point, they were going to town. It wasn't going to take much longer, until the dog drove it in there.
"Fuck, fuck it baby, fuck it!" he panted. "That's it, do it!"
Now, the dog was sliding his tool in, while his big balls jiggled on her behind. She liked the feel of it, except it was rather strange to have paws instead of hands on her back.
"How do you like him?" Thomas asked her bluntly.
"He's a good fucker," she said, "once you get used to the idea of doing it with a dog."
"Well, I assure you my dog is a lot better than a lot of human beings."
"I can believe that," she agreed. "There are a lot of good-for-nothing bastards in this world. And, I guess it is good to give the dog a fuck."
The hard hot tool drove in there.
"Fuck it," he panted "fuck it, baby, that's it, do it!"
At this point, the fucking was getting too much. The dog couldn't keep it up much longer without shooting.
Suddenly, the hot juices from the dog's peter spurted into her asshole, and she ground around.
"Oh," she grunted, "I like it, yes baby, yes, fuck me, fuck me, that's it, oh yes!"
It was a beautiful opportunity to get action like he wanted. And he was getting hard watching. So was Bill.
Both Bill and Thomas were jerking on their peckers, as the dog went into action.
"He's going to give you a double shot," Thomas panted. "Wow!"
Now, the action had built to that point where they too were going to shoot their load.
"You mean you guys still like to jerk off?" she smiled.
"Why don't you jerk me?" Bill said, kneeling beside her.
"Alright," she agreed. "But, if the dog gets his dong off, again, then I can jerk you both."
"Good idea," Thomas said. "Hold on till he gets his rocks off twice. Then we'll both get it and that will be nice."
They waited for the poor devil to get his rocks off twice. The dog did not appreciate it. He felt that his action was being cut into, and it was getting him disgusted.
"Hurry up," Thomas said, slapping the dog on the rump.
"Fuck it, fuck it, do it to her, do it!"
Almost as if he understood, what was happening, the dog shot his load. Then, the two men applauded as they knew it was their time to get their turn.
At this point, she had a good laugh.
"He did a good job too, didn't he?"
"He's a good dog."
The dog pulled his penis out too fast, and it hurt like the devil. She patted her behind, and laughed.
"I wish you could explain to him, that you don't pull a prick out of an asshole that quick." . "I'll try to tell him in dog language," Thomas laughed.
Now, the two men lay beside her on the floor, and she reached over to grip their mainstems.
"This is really something," she chuckled, "I'll pull your pricks."
"And we can massage your tits while you do."
Bill and Thomas reached over and each man gripped a tit. Now, they were having a ball. Both men were massaging her breasts excitingly.
"Jerk that prick!" Bill told her. "Pull on it, that's it baby, pull my meat."
As her hand clasped the mainstem tightly, she slid it back and forth.
"Like that, lover?" she demanded. "Like that."
Now, it was going faster and faster.
"Pull it!" Thomas insisted. "That's it, do it baby, do it!"
As she reached out to grip both cocks, she would twist her head this way and that, watching each one of them.
"This is really exciting," she chuckled. "Two cocks. It's fun watching them get harder and harder, and watching you men pant and push."
"Well, it feels good when you concentrate on what you're doing," Bill said. "Just keep your mind on pumping my prick."
She tried to focus her thoughts on pulling his meat, and succeeded.
"Fuck it," he demanded, "fuck it baby, fuck it!"
He was producing an exciting time, and she loved it.
"Oh baby, that's beautiful," he told her. "Keep that up, baby, keep it up. That's it, yes baby, yes, pull my meat, pull it off, oh baby, I've got a big load in my balls, it's really going to shoot baby, it's going to shoot, oh yes baby, do it, do it, do it!"
Suddenly, the huge prick shot its wad and her hand was streaked with sperm.
"Lick it off."
She bent over and licked the juice off her hand, and let her tongue slide around the meaty head of his dong, to collect some more of his creamy cum.
At the same time, she kept her other hand going up and down on the other man's dong. He loved the feel of her hand, pulling it for him.
"Oh yes, baby," he told her. "Now, you're pumping it, now you're doing it, oh yes baby, do it baby, do it!"
It was an erotic moment for them, and they could hardly stand it.
"Oh baby," he told her, "that's fantastic. Yes baby, yes, oh, ah, that's it baby, do it."
Finally, it was over, and she was glad.
"You know," he smiled, "I want you to lick my joystick too."
She bent over and licked at his meaty head and licked his hand where he had it holding hers over his prick. The sperm tasted good to her, and then she lay down on the floor collapsing.
"Well, it's time to take a break," Thomas said.
Thomas got up and walked into the next room. As the two men walked through the kitchen to get some drinks, Bill said: "We could break her in, and use her as a dog fucker in a dog exhibition."
"Well, that's what I had in mind," Thomas said. "I cased her place and I found this little sharp chick, and I frankly thought she was doing it with her dogs. I never saw her with any boyfriends, or any close girl friends, so I assumed the dogs must be balling with her. I had her figured wrong, though, because the idea revolted her when I first mentioned it to her."
"Then you did ask her about dogs specifically?"
"Yes," he assured him. "I did. I had great hopes for her, putting on shows. She's not a bad looker, and you could never tell her age with soft blue lighting, so I figured she would make a fine dog fucker."
"I know what you mean," Bill said. "There's good money in leasing one out. I think they're paying a hundred and fifty now for a stag show for a good dog girl."
"Do you think you could tell her the truth about what you want her for now?" Bill asked.
"It's too early for that," Thomas assured him. "You see, we have to build her up slowly."
"I read you," he said. "It is a difficult situation. So many women just don't understand what we are faced with. But, once they get the hang of it, they want to ball too."
"That's it," he said. "We've got to introduce her to every type of sex we can, to get her simulated."
Both men were agreed that was the thing to do.
"Do you think a woman would turn her on?"
"I don't know," he said. "I really don't know. Maybe we could suggest another get-together and have a another woman here, and let the woman turn her on. Women have a way of really exciting each other, if they want to."
"Well, I'll slip that little gal twenty, and she'll do it. She's a cute little South American chick, and she doesn't know the language too well, so she has difficulty finding employment. And I've found her a couple of jobs, mostly blow jobs."
"Is she good at it?"
"Why, she sure is," Thomas assured him. "She has real tongue skill. As a matter of fact, I gave her a book on cocksucking."
"You've got to be kidding," Bill said. "They have books on cocksucking?"
"Sure they do," he said. "Haven't you heard about them?"
"No, quite frankly, I haven't, but I'm always ears to find out what's good."
"Well," he said, "it's called The Genital Line. It introduces every position known to man, or beast and man. And, it has one edition on cocksucking, one edition on cunt eating, and a beautiful book on ass fucking. Also, it goes into various positions for cunt fucking. It's a marvelous addition to anyone's home library. Of course, keep it away from the children. It probably would get them so stimulated they would be fucking each other, and that would be bad."
"Of course it could get bad, terribly bad," the other man replied.
"Now," Thomas said, "I've got to think of getting that chick over here, to have sex with her."
"We'd better space it out," Bill told him frankly. "If we do too much too soon, we might get her off to a wrong start."
"I know what you mean," the man replied, "it's a very difficult situation at best."
The men realized what the problem was that they were presented with.
"You know," Thomas laughed. "I never dreamt that I would wind up doing this for a living."
"Well, none of us know what we're going to do. It is kind of shocking when we finally discover what our job is."
Now, the men were aware of what the score was. And, they were glad to participate but disturbed. Because, they realized it was not an ideal profession, or a noble pursuit to hire girls to screw dogs, and put on exhibitions for tired businessmen.
"We are performing a service for mankind, however," Bill said, trying to rationalize his own action.
"How do you figure that?" Thomas asked him.
"Well," he said, "those fuckers have to have something to do, and it gives them something to do. It really does."
"That's nice," the other man answered.
At this point, things were different for them. They had taken one moment to contemplate where they were headed. They realized that they had to lure this girl into what was happening, and it did disturb them. At the same time, the woman was trying to pull herself away from young boys at her shop, and this bugged her plenty. She didn't know whether or not she could. And, she was trying to go along with older men who might service her needs, and this was getting her nowhere. It was a difficult situation to be in, and she was disgusted, and angry, that she was trapped in sex.
"You know," Thomas said, "I feel guilty as hell in a way. I shouldn't have gotten that gal so involved like this."
"Don't feel guilty," the other man told him, "you're just doing what comes naturally for you."
"Is that right?" Thomas asked him. "You think this is my natural occupation, pimping for a dog fucker?"
"Well, don't you have a sense of humor," Bill said, "really, I was just joking. You should have been able to figure that out."
"Well," he chuckled, "this is no laughing matter, this is serious."
"I know it is," Thomas said. "That's why I feel guilty as hell, starting a young chick off doing it with dogs, could wind her up in trouble before it's all over."
"I know," Bill said. "You meet all kinds of crazy kooks in our line of work. And some of them want to do weirdo things with the girls, but then we can't allow it unless of course they pay us enough."
"I read you," Thomas said. "You can allow anything as long as they've got the money. Well, maybe you've got this little dish figured all wrong. I think with her money she makes at the pet shop she might feel she doesn't need to do anything like this. So, probably, she will refuse. But it doesn't hurt to make a pitch, but later. First, you ought to lure her back to our little sex den and let her screw Linda. Linda is a cute little number, and she gives a good fuck. You should see her use the dildo, she can use her dildo better than I can use my pecker."
"Well, you never did know how to fuck too well," the other man laughed.
"Lay off it," he told his friend. "I know all I need to know about fucking, so hold on."
The two men were still standing there naked, drinking. Finally, they walked back into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed.
"What were you two guys doing?" she demanded. "Did you fuck each other?"
"That's a nice thing to say," he said. "Maybe I should get a woman over here to ball you."
"But that would be a fine idea," she said. "Why not? I guess it's very popular. I've seen movies on it. There was that film called Sister George."
"What did you think of Sister George?" Bill asked her, trying to figure her out.
"Well, I thought it was a very well done movie. As a matter of fact, it was intriguing and fascinating. I never knew so many women dug each other. Maybe I am AC/DC, and just maybe I should try fucking with women. There's nothing wrong with doing it with a woman. Men do it, so why shouldn't another woman have sex with another woman?"
"We've got just the gal," Thomas smiled, glad that she had fallen into the trap that they had set. "Linda is a real knock-out. She has nice tits, a trim waist, smooth legs, and can she fuck!"
"You mean she uses one of those damned dildos?" she asked.
"That's right," Bill explained. "She uses a dildo. She straps it on, and she stabs it into the cunt just like a man does."
"Well, not just like," Thomas said, "but near. Let's face it, the real McCoy has to be better."
"Stop it," she objected, "I'm the one who's going to get fucked, and you two are talking about it."
"Now don't get jealous," Bill laughed.
She didn't reply, but looked up at Bill instead. "Alright," he replied. "I guarantee you, there's no dope with anyone you will be dealing with. So, forget that."
However, she knew that she had let herself wide open in suggesting sex with a woman. It was obvious that they were men who got a big charge out of watching, voyeurs, and it did disgust her. However, the farther and farther she could remove herself from sex with young boys, the safer she felt. Nevertheless, she wondered how she could protect herself from becoming a slut. She wondered how she could protect herself from having so many compulsions and hang-ups, that she could hardly continue.
It didn't take long for her to learn what the score was. She was disgusted and angry, yet she saw no other way out. If she could become sexually concerned with fucking dogs, men and women, then she thought she was free from this compulsion and passion she felt for young meat. "What say?" Bill chuckled.
"I say, o.k."
She laughed at the rhyme she had made, and so did Bill. However, in the weeks that pursued, she discovered that her situation was no laughing matter.
"You want something to drink?" Bill asked her.
"I guess it wouldn't hurt," she agreed.
"No, it wouldn't hurt," he said.
She sipped her champagne slowly, and looked at the men's naked pricks rising.
CHAPTER FOUR
A few days later, as she worked at her pet store, Marie Larsen again found herself falling for another young man. She had gotten rid of the first one, and hired another boy. However, when she realized she was getting so turned on with him, she decided she would fire him and get Tim Murphy back. She called him up at his home and asked to speak with him. "Who is this?" a motherly voice asked. "This is Marie Larsen. I own the pet store where your son works."
"Oh yes," his mother replied, "I've been meaning to talk to you, dear."
Now, she was worried and she wished she had never made the call.
"Go right ahead," Marie said, playing innocent.
"Well," she said. "I'm terribly disappointed that my son can't work for you any longer. He needed that job so badly, dear, that I wish you would have let him work with you. He's a good boy, you know, and there isn't a reason in the world why he can't work for you."
"I'm sorry," she said, "but you see, I thought I needed another boy who could do some heavy lifting."
"Well," she went on, "that's very thoughtful of you, dear, but Tim is a strong boy with good strong muscles and he could lift anything you wanted him to."
"Well, maybe he could," she agreed. "I'll speak with him about doing that lifting. However, I do need him right now desperately."
"You do? Desperately? Well, I don't know as he would care to come back to work for you, after the way he got canned without warning."
"I'm so sorry about that," she said again, "I really am."
"Well, don't think he wasn't, my dear."
"Alright, I'll go get him."
"Tim, Tim, come down here."
Tim came to the phone. He was breathless with anticipation, and she was just as eager to be with him.
"Tim," she said, "I really need you. I'm sorry if I got rid of you when I didn't need to. Maybe, I acted hastily."
"Oh, that's great," he said, "I can't wait to work for you."
"Hold on, honey," she said. "Don't be too fast."
"Well," he said, "I know you need me. And I want to help any way I can."
She thought for a moment, and said, "Could you come over today?"
"Could I!" he said, "I'll be there."
Tim's mother looked at him, and she hated him reacting like that. She thought after he had been bounced, that he was acting much too happy about going back to work for her.
"Take it easy, Tim," his mother whispered, "she fired you, now let her suffer a little."
Tim didn't pay any attention to what his mother said, his balls were on fire, and he wanted to get some fucking.
"I'll be right over," he told her, and hung up.
His mother looked daggers at him.
"And I try to help you!" she shot back. "That's what I get for trying to help you. Fine. Well, you can just handle your own problems. I'm sick and tired of trying to be of help to you."
He didn't like her attitude at all, and told her so.
"Look, Mom," he said, "I can run my own life. Do you mind?"
"No," she said, "I don't mind. But, when you get in trouble, don't come to me asking for sympathy. I'll say good enough for you."
"That's nice," he told her. "Real nice, Mom."
"Well," he said. "You ought to let me lead my own life. I know how to take dare of myself."
"I'll bet you do," she said. "And, I'll bet that woman will run all over you. Already, she's made a fool out of you."
"No, she hasn't," he insisted. "She hasn't at all."
At this point, Tim didn't give a damn. He went up the stairs and got his jacket, and went back downstairs and drove off.
His mother was so disgusted, she could have shot him.
As he continued talking to his mother as he went out of the house, she got the idea that he didn't care one bit for her telling him anything. When he came over to the shop, Marie Larsen was waiting for him.
"This poodle, dear, has to have its trim. And, I will take care of the Samoyed."
"Look," he smiled, "I want to wash that Samoyed, after you close the shop. Maybe we can wash it like we did last time."
"Really," Marie said, pretending she wasn't the least bit interested in sex.
However, he knew from the look in her eye, that she was interested in sex, and it was no joke.
He put the dog's rhinestone collar back on it, and then he asked her: "Look, I got through with this one, do you have another one to do?"
"Why, Tim, you never worked that fast before. What's gotten into you?"
"I'll tell you," he said. "I'm motivated now. That's what it is."
"That's wonderful," she laughed, "I'm really delighted that you are that motivated, baby."
Tim was proud of himself that he had done such a remarkable thing. And, he was even more proud of what he could do for her vagina.
"Tim, baby," she said, "are you serious about helping me wash that Samoyed?"
"Yes, I am," he assured her, "and you won't be sorry."
She went into the back room and realized that in a few moments she and Tim would be naked. However, she hoped that no one would come to the front door. If she closed the shop at six, she would feel safe. She looked at the hands of the clock, and it seemed as if the clock would never turn to six. Finally, it did, and was she ever glad?
At this point, she was delighted, that the work had been done and the time had passed.
"Well," she smiled, "I guess we'll go in and wash that white dog."
"I can hardly wait," he said. "Shall I put the closing sign up?"
"You'd better," she advised him, "and pull that shade over the front window."
He looked at the dogs in the various cages, and had a good laugh.
"I'm glad these dogs can't talk," he smiled.
"Right on," he assured her, "I would never talk."
This relieved her mind a lot, for she was filled with fear that he might reveal what he had been doing. However, as he understood he might not get any more action if he did talk, she had a good bait for keeping his mouth shut.
At this point they both were eager to see each other naked. She finally got down to her panties and bra, and he looked at her invitingly.
"You look awfully good to me," he smiled.
"Well, you're hungry for sex, that's why I look so good to you."
"I guess you're right," he agreed.
He walked over to her, and said, "Do you mind if I take the bra off myself?"
"Of course, not," she smiled sincerely.
Tim reached around and unfastened her bra, and it slid to the floor.
"Oh wow!" his young eyes popped out, as the breasts popped out before him.
"You like those knockers?"
"I sure do," he smiled, "I want to suck on both of them right now."
"You can, baby," she said.
Standing up, he put both hands on one breast, and started sucking.
"Suck that," she demanded. "Suck that breast for me, baby."
He let his tongue twirl around the nipple, and when he felt it becoming erect, he really turned on.
"You can use your teeth, honey, if you do it lightly. Don't bite hard, just nibble lightly." He bore down with his teeth gently, and nibbled. She loved the excitement that it sent through her body.
"Oh," she panted, "that's beautiful. Nibble my breast."
He nibbled at her, and she loved it.
"Keep that nibbling up, baby," she begged. "More, more baby, more!"
The fantastic excitement she felt as he did this, was almost too much.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes, keep that up, keep it up, baby!"
Now, he moved to the other breast, and reproduced the same action he had on the other.
"Suck the titty," she begged. "Oh yes, bear down with your teeth, baby, oh, ah, yes baby, yes, that's what I like!"
Her hands went through his hair. She loved his long hair, and it stimulated her as she saw his eyes close, his mouth fastened to her breast like an older baby, and suck.
"Oh honey," she said, "are we going to do things today!"
Her breath was coming short, her heart was pounding fast, and she was more stimulated than she could stand.
He slid down her to her vagina, and then his hot tongue stabbed her.
"Oh baby," she told him, "that's beautiful.
Keep it up, baby, keep it up!"
She felt herself moistening at her mound. He pulled off her panties as he knelt at her feet. Then he got a good look at her twat close up. He liked to see every hair, and he examined her triangle closely. Suddenly, the hot tongue plunged inside, and he was stimulated beyond belief.
"Oh, baby," she panted. "That's fantastic, baby. Keep it up. Yes baby, keep that going!"
Vigorously his hot tongue lashed away. It was an exciting, erotic moment for him now.
"Oh baby," he panted, "that's fantastic, keep it up, keep it up!"
The hot tongue was pressing against her vagina, and he was loving the way she responded. She wouldn't let him stop.
"Faster, honey, that's it baby, do it baby, do it!"
The emotions that she was feeling at this point, she could hardly stand.
His hands roamed around her buttocks, and he gripped her tightly as she pressed her twat to his face. His hot tongue lashed inside her, and he explored her moist warm cavern.
"Oh, eat it, eat that lover, eat that beautiful cunt!"
He loved to hear her call it cunt. He loved a woman who wasn't afraid to call it by that name. He loved the fact that she wasn't ashamed of her gorgeous vagina, and certainly thrilled at his tongue sliding in there, exciting her the way she longed to be excited.
"Oh baby, eat it, eat it baby, eat it!"
The passions that surged through her body at this point were driving her on, driving her on to force him to go down on her and delightfully eat her.
"Suck, suck that pussy, suck it baby, suck it, oh yes, let that tongue slide in there. Oh I love that slippery tongue of yours, that's too much. Keep it up, keep it up, baby, oh yes baby, do it, do it baby, do it!"
The emotions now that were passing through her body were driving him out of his gourd, as well as her.
"Oh, I'm cuming, I'm cuming baby, I'm cuming!"
Suddenly, she gushed, and he got his mouth full.
"Lap it up, baby, lap that juice," he told her. "Lap it up, lover, oh yes, baby, yes, that's the way to do it. That's how I like it, oh yes baby, eat it, eat it baby, eat it!"
Now, the two of them were experiencing emotions that they could hardly stand. It was all they could do to control themselves.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes, that's it, honey, do it baby, do it!"
He continued lapping, until he sucked in all of her juices, and then she looked down at him lovingly. His hair was all tousled, his forehead was perspiring, and his face was red with emotion.
"Oh, Tim," she panted, "come up here and kiss me, baby."
Tim got to his feet and lovingly wrapped his arms around her. He pressed his chest against her, and he loved the feel of her tits as they brushed.
"Oh, Tim baby, I tried not to do this. I didn't want to do this, but I had to. You understand, baby, don't you?"
"Oh yes, I understand," he said. "I felt the same thing."
"You like me today, but you'll hate me tomorrow," she said, "I know you will, I'm too old for you, Tim, and it isn't right. People would hate me for doing this. They'd call me names, they'd lock me up."
"If any bastard ever calls you a name," Tim said angrily, "I'd kill him."
"I believe you would, Tim darling," she laughed. "But honey, don't get so intense. It's just you and me, and the world out there doesn't matter."
"You bet your sweet ass it doesn't," he said. "None of those bastards out there matter. It's you and me from here on in. Only, don't give me a scare like you did firing me and hiring that other kid."
"I only hired him because, baby, I couldn't stand to have you around without desiring you sexually."
"Oh, I knew that," he said. "That's why I didn't get ticked off."
"Oh baby, I was so uptight without you. When that other kid was here, I didn't want him. It wasn't the same. I thought maybe for a while, it was just that I loved young kids, and that was all. But, honey, it's you that I'm fond of."
"You're not a slut," he told her, "don't even think things like that, baby. You're a good woman, and relax."
"Oh lover," he said, "let's make love."
"Do we dare?" she asked.
"We don't dare not to," he said.
Now they understood each other better, than they ever had before.
"Honey," he said, "would you do me a big favor?"
"What's that, darling?"
"I want to do things, to eat you, the way you've eaten me."
"I'd go out of my gourd if you'd do that to me."
"Tim, baby, let's get in that shower and we'll wash each other off, and then we'll have sex at my place. It's no good for us to do it in this pet shop."
"Do you think we could wait that long?" he demanded.
"Maybe we can't," she said "But some time we've got to do it in a bed. I'm tired of doing it, in this dirty old pet shop."
"It isn't dirty when you're here," he said. "It's the most beautiful place in the world. What do we care about these four walls ? What do we care about the floor ? The only thing that we care about is each other. We're bigger than this pet shop."
The look that was in his eyes triggered emotions in her. Her heart started beating rapidly again, as she realized how much Tim did think of her.
"Oh honey," he smiled, "you're too much. You really are, baby."
The emotions now that were surfacing within him, were unlike anything he had ever experienced before.
"Oh darling," she laughed, "you know how much I adore you, don't you?"
"Yes, I do, I do."
The two of them stepped into the shower, and Tim turned it on, making sure that it wasn't too hot, wasn't too cold. They stood there in the shower with the water pouring down over their bodies, and they both felt good.
"Oh, this is beautiful," he said, "it really is. It's too much."
Together, they were enjoying themselves immensely.
"Tim," she said, "tell me that you love me."
"I'll tell you again, and again, and again."
Now, he was happy and she was too. It was a moment of reflection for the two of them, and at this point in their experience he didn't want to let her go.
"Hold me," he begged her, "hold me, honey." Under the water, she held him, cupping his buttocks with her hands. He loved the feel of her hands down there, and then she took the soap and washed his ass cheeks. At the same time, she let her fingers slide down to his prostate gland, and worked over him there. Next, she played with his testicles.
"Hey," he asked her, "doesn't that feel good?" The two of them had enjoyed themselves enormously now.
"Honey," she said, "I'm going to do everything to you. I'm going to eat your ass out, I'm going to lick your balls, I'm going to suck ass."
"You do that?" he demanded.
"I would love to," she assured him. "That's what I would love to do most of all."
Now, the emotions were surging through him. And, at the same time, she was flipping out.
"Oh honey," he said, "do it baby, do it!" Now, he decided that he would get what he wanted. He reached over, and washed her back, and let his hands slip down to her behind and washed her there too. Next, he wanted to make soapsuds over her breasts.
"Can I soap up your titties?"
"I would love it," she sighed. "Do it any way you want to, Tim baby."
Tim did get his kicks now. He let his hands wander up to her breasts, and he massaged them carefully. When he had a good lather built, he was ready to reach down and stab his tool into her.
"Not that, darling," she smiled. "We have other things we must do today."
"Just make sure we don't have to wait to go to your house to fuck in a bed. We don't need a bed. We need each other, a floor and a sky. That's all, the earth could be our floor, and that would be all we would need. I wish we could be on a beach, a deserted beach where you and I could run into a cave, and do it in the cave as the waves lapped on the shore. We would look out at the sunshine, and the swimmers out there in the distance, and we would fuck away."
"Oh, Tim, what an imagination you've got," she smiled. "Oh baby."
"It's not my imagination," he said. "I know of a cove where they fuck like that. People go there naked, and nobody has found it out. You and I could go to that secret cove, and slip into a cavern, and fuck like crazy."
"I would do it with you," she said, "with only the sound of the surf for our fuck music." He got out of the shower and helped her out too. They stood there, and dried off their bodies. Then, he looked at her and smiled.
"Honey," he smiled, "You really are too much. And, I'm going to ball you like you've never been balled before."
The two of them now were excited and stimulated. At this point, she said: "Honey, just get on the floor and I'm going to show you a thing or two."
"How do you want me to do it?" he asked curiously.
"I want you to put that towel over there."
"Over here?" he asked, pointing to a space of the floor.
"Yes," she said. "That would do just fine. Now, baby, you get down on all fours and bend up so your ass is up and your head is down. And, I'll grip your ass cheeks and show you something I can do with my tongue like you've never had before."
The idea of indoctrinating this young boy into her sexual rites, stimulated her out of her mind.
Tim spread the colorful purple and red towel on the floor. Now, he got down on his hands and knees. He was a strong, muscular boy, and she loved his thighs, she loved his calves, and his big round ass cheeks. She got behind his healthy body, and gripped both ass cheeks in her hands.
"How about that?" he smiled. "Am I ready?"
"You bet you are," she said. "And I'm ready to give you something you'll never forget."
At this point, they were ready to have a ball. And so she started licking the anus, and this excited him. The hot tongue stabbed up there and she went out of her mind.
"Oh baby," he told her, "that's fantastic. Keep licking! That's it, lick it baby, lick it, oh, ah, yes baby, yes baby, do it!"
Now, the action had built to the point where her hot tongue was lashing all around his tight quivering anus. He had never felt anything like it. And, he started wiggling. She had to tell him: "Hold tight, honey, take it easy, not so fast, I've got to have some fun."
Now, she slowed down the movement, so that it was possible to get just the right angle. Suddenly, he slowed enough so she could slip her tongue up his asshole. She kept it stiff, as she stabbed it. And he loved it too.
"Oh," he panted, "that's beautiful, keep it up, keep it up, baby, keep it up!"
The hot tongue stabbing up the asshole was driving him out of his mind. He reached for his pecker meat, and he began stroking his own prick as she sucked away at his asshole.
"Suck my ass out," he told her. "Oh baby, that's what I love, do it baby, do it!"
She didn't stop for a second, and with swift thrusting movements, the hot tongue stabbed his asshole good.
"Oh, baby, do it baby, do it!" he gasped.
Now, the excitement was almost too much.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes, that's it, do it baby, do it!"
It wasn't going to take much longer now, as he was shaking with emotion. He loved it as he felt his buttocks trembling with anticipation for his cocksuck action.
"Oh honey," she told him, "I can hardly stand it. It's really beautiful."
"Keep sucking," he insisted, "keep sucking. That's real stimulating to have your tongue sliding up there. Oh, I like that hot tongue of yours."
She was turning on her man, and he was responding instantly. It was the first time that any woman had ever done anything like this to him, and he never dreamt that sex could be this stimulating.
"Suck my ass out," he begged her. "Suck it baby, suck it. Oh, ah, yes baby, yes, eat that asshole!"
He was pulling on his meat, at the same tempo that she was doing her thing with his asshole. Realizing how exciting it was, he reached around and grasped the cock. Then, he started feeling her hand take over from his. Now, the rod was pulling back and forth, back and forth, faster, faster.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes, that's tremendous, now you're doing it, you're sucking my ass and pulling my meat."
With her hand on his dong, and her tongue up his asshole, she was bringing exciting emotion that he could hardly believe.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes, keep it up, keep it up, that's it!"
He didn't want to juice on the floor, yet he didn't want her to take her tongue out of his ass. The excitement and the frustration was almost overpowering.
"Keep it up, keep it up, baby, keep it up, that's the way to do it. Yes baby, yes, keep it going!"
In hard driving thrusts she was keeping her tongue stabbing his asshole, and he was pushing his ass back to meet her tongue jabs.
"Oh," he gasped, "that's it, do it baby, do it!"
They were both enjoying it, and he could hardly stand it any more.
"Oh baby, do me, do me!"
Finally, she said, "Honey, I guess I'd better eat your dick or it will shoot off."
"Please do," he begged her.
With her tongue out of his asshole, and her hand off his prick, he turned around and lay on his back. Now, she got down there and crouched at his crotch and his legs flipped around her shoulders as she gripped his tool and started sucking.
"Suck it," he begged her, "suck it baby, suck it!"
Now, they both were enjoying it.
"Oh, baby, that's the way to do it, do it baby, do it!"
She went up and down on the huge rod, and let her fingers manipulate his balls. He loved the feel of the fingertips on the balls. She did it gently, lightly, just enough to make him ask for more.
"Suck it baby, that's it, suck that cock, suck it baby, suck it!"
The emotional thrills that shot through her, were unlike anything either of them had ever had before. They had given themselves to the ultimate.
"Eat my cock," he told her. "Eat my prick!" he begged.
He thrust his pelvis up, and drove his dick down her throat.
Suddenly, she felt she would vomit. She didn't see how she could take any more of this.
"Oh, baby, I can feel it touching the back of your throat."
Now, she pulled off, trying to refrain from choking.
"Oh," she gasped, "that's it, baby, stop it baby, stop it, that's too much."
It was a wild fuck for the both of them.
"Ah, baby, that's it, do it baby, do it!"
Faster and faster they were fucking. At last, it was ready to roll.
"Suck it," he told her, "suck it baby, suck it, that's it, oh yes, do it lover, do it, do it baby!"
Now, the hot tool was ready to go.
"Oh, I can't stand it, I can't stand it. Keep it going. Keep it going. That's it, that's it, suck, suck baby, suck!"
The pleasure that was flashing through their bodies was almost too much.
"Oh, ah, eat me, eat that prick! That's what I want, that's it baby, do it baby, do it!"
She didn't stop sucking, until the pecker had juiced. And then, she slowly eased her mouth off his cock, as she slid a finger up his asshole to give him a little added thrill.
"Honey," she smiled, "did you enjoy that?"
"Did I enjoy it," he told her, "that was fantastic. It really was, baby. I enjoyed it."
"I'm glad," she said. "I really am."
At this point the emotions that they had derived from their action, were too much.
"Honey," she said, "will you tell me one thing?"
"Yes, baby, what?"
"I'll tell you," he said, "have you done this a lot?"
"What difference would it make?"
"I'm just curious," he told her. "I'm sorry, I can't help it. I'm just curious."
"No, baby, I haven't. I really didn't get started with too much action till I met you. It was looking at you naked in the shower that turned me on. I thought you'd just take your shirt off, and lean over there when you were going to wash that dog. But when I came in here and saw you standing there stark naked in that shower, I couldn't stand it. That great big juicy prick of yours got me stimulated. I can't help it."
"That's too bad," he said, "it really is. Because, I like to exercise a little control. However, when I look at you, I get so excited, I can't stand it."
"Honey," she smiled. "We did have fun, didn't we?"
"You bet your sweet ass we did."
Now, his cock was still hard.
"What do you do with a prick like that?" he asked.
She slid her mouth over it one more time.
"You just suck on it," she said.
"Oh honey, I don't know as I can shoot it again."
"You never know until you try."
"I mean so fast," he said, "Like I told you, I came seven times in one night. But not once after the other. I don't know if it's a repeater peter."
"Well, let's suck and find out if it's a repeater peter," she laughed.
Now, the action was building, and her mouth was travelling farther down to the base of his dick. As she sucked away smoothly, he realized that he was deriving enormous pleasure out of it.
"Oh, suck it," he begged her, "suck it baby, suck it, that's it, keep it up, honey, keep it up; yes baby, yes, do it!"
Now, faster and faster the action was being sustained.
"Oh, suck it," he begged her, "suck it baby, suck it!"
At this point, she knew she could trigger another orgasm. He was very hard, and she was doing things with her tongue to excite the head of the dick.
She dragged her lower lip over the glans portion of the penis, and felt it trembling.
"Oh, suck it," he gasped. "Suck that prick, suck it baby, suck it, that's it, eat it, oohh, suck it!" he told her.
She let her head travel down once more to the base of the cock, and her fingers massaged the balls.
"Oh honey," he said, "that's what I like. Do it, baby, do it!"
With all of this action going, she wondered when it would shoot. She didn't have to wonder for long, for he suddenly jabbed it up, giving hard driving thrusts.
"Oh, that's it, faster, faster baby, faster, ah, yes, yes, that's it, do it, baby, do it!"
The emotions that were flashing through her now were too much. She could hardly wait to taste him again. It was the taste of the sperm that triggered her on.
"Suck, baby, suck," he begged. "Suck, suck, yes baby, eat that prick, that's it, I'm going to make it, yes baby, I can make it. Oh, I know I'm going to shoot it again."
His hands were in her hair as he guided her over his stick.
"Oh baby, that's it, that's the way I love it, keep sucking. Faster, baby, faster. That's it, suck that cock, suck it baby, suck it!"
Now, he was flipping out of his mind as the excitement surged through him.
"Suck it, honey, suck it, oh yes, suck that prick, suck that juicy dick!"
He didn't want to stop now, because the pleasure was overpowering.
"Suck that prick, suck it, suck!"
He jabbed it down her throat, and as he felt it sliding down her throat, he became more intensely excited.
"Eat it, baby, eat it, eat it lover, eat it!"
The hot juices flashed out of his meat, and down her throat.
"Eat, eat it baby, eat my dick! That's it, eat my prick! That's what I like, baby, suck, suck that dick."
She sucked vigorously, and he loved it.
"Oh," he panted, "that's it, do it baby, do it!" The emotions had reached that pitch, where he couldn't hold back his cum any longer. Now, the hot juices exploded and she sucked greedily- "Suck it for me, baby, suck it baby, that's it, oh yes baby, eat my prick, eat it baby, eat it, that's it, oh yes, suck, suck, suck!"
He thrust his ass up one more time, and his cock went down her throat as he shot his wad.
The young boy was grasping at the older woman's head, as he held her there pinned to his tool. He ran his fingers again through her hair, massaging her scalp as she sucked.
"Suck that prick, suck it, baby, suck it, that's it, eat my prick, love it baby, love it, ah, yes baby, yes, baby, eat it, eat that dick, love it baby, love it!"
The massage that her mouth was giving his dick, was something he never dreamed he could enjoy like this. In his wildest most fantastic imaginings, sex had never been so beautiful. Her hot mouth had given him the trip that he wanted.
"Suck it baby, suck," he told her, hoping he could shoot it the third time, but she couldn't make it juice that quickly.
She slipped her mouth off it quickly, because she had something else in mind.
"Oh baby, you gave me such a good load of sweet prick juice," she smiled at him.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," he told her.
At this point, the hot juice was still dripping from the sides of her mouth. She looked at him silently now, and he looked at her.
"You've got something in the corners of your mouth," he told her.
"What is it?"
"It's my cum," he said.
"Well, baby, do you want to lick it off yourself?"
"No," he said, "you lick it off. You sucked me off, so you lick it off your lips."
He laughed as he watched her sucking. He put his hands behind his head and looked up at her. He had one leg raised now, and one was straight out. She looked at the limp prick and said:
"You've got quite a joystick there, haven't you?"
"I think I have," he said. "It really isn't bad."
"You know, baby, there's one fuck I want to try."
"You sure have a lot of ideas in your mind about screwing, don't you?"
"Well," she admitted, "I'll admit I like to fuck. And why not? Fucking is fun, isn't it?"
"It sure is, when you do it every which way, like you like to do it."
They embraced and their mouths met, and he did get a faint taste of his own sperm. He laughed as he thought about it, and then he Frenched with her.
CHAPTER FIVE
Now that they had succeeded in one act, she had a whole series of acts she was interested in getting him into.
She lay on the floor, and he played with her breasts while she asked him questions.
"I wish you would tell me a couple of things," she asked him. "For one thing, I would like to know, who was the first woman you ever balled."
"You were the first," he laughed. "And I really mean it."
"That is a great honor you pay me," she smiled.
"It really is," he said. "And I'm proud to have been the first one to give you a fuck from a teenager."
"Yes," she said, "there's nothing wrong with an older woman, and a teenager having some fun. However, it isn't what we feel, it's what other people feel. That's the sad part of it." They had made their point, and it was strange to both of them that others should feel strange about them.
"Just walk around and let me look at you from down here," he asked.
"You mean you just want to lie there on that towel and watch me while I walk?"
"Yes, that's what I'd like to do. I could see your tits and your ass from this angle and it gives me a big charge."
"Well, it seems ridiculous," she said. "But if that's what you want me to do, I'll do it." Now, she would do about anything he wanted, even if it did seem absurd to her. She was eager and anxious to please him.
"Honey," he said, "I wish you'd do one thing. I wish you would walk quickly, then walk slowly. I'd like to watch it wiggle both ways."
She was indeed delighted, that her young- teenager lover got such a panic over her body. She liked giving him some sexual stimulation, and if this could stimulate him, she determined she would do it.
She paced the floor, back and forth, and he watched her walk.
"Oh, honey, do you ever look appetizing from this angle."
He was glancing up at her vagina as she walked. He could see it move, and as she moved and it moved, he found himself getting more and more excited. Also, he liked the angle of her ass, the distorted angle from down below.
"How about my boobs?" she smiled down at him, as she gripped her breasts with her own hands.
"Oh, they look nice too," he assured her. "They really do, honey, they really do."
All the time she was eager to get him interested in her ass. So, she patted her ass gently.
It was working, as he was becoming more and more intrigued with the idea of fucking her asshole.
"You've got real shapely buttocks, haven't you?"
"You like my butt?" she said to him.
"It looks like a good ass to me," he assured her.
"Why don't you lie down beside me now?"
She lay down beside the boy quickly, and his hands went around her, and he felt of her behind.
"You like ass?"
"Well, it looks nice," he said. "I've thought of fucking it while I was watching you."
"Did it stimulate you that much?"
"I'll admit it did. I really wanted to fuck your asshole."
"Well, that can be arranged," she assured him.
"How do you do it? I mean, exactly how do you go about an ass fuck?"
"Well, baby," she explained, "you can do it from different positions. One position is to lie on the back and throw the legs around the man. Some people like that position. Then, he stabs it to her while he grips the ass cheeks with his hands, and she throws her- pelvis up to meet his prick."
"Well, that sounds groovy," he told her. "I think I'd like that."
"Alright," she said, "I'll lie on my back and throw my legs over your shoulders, and you can stab it to me that way."
She brought her body up so he could see the position she meant. Finally, he said: "Why don't you bend way back, way over, and you can throw your arms around my back, as I fuck you."
"Alright," she agreed.
"Oh, I wish I had some vaseline."
"What for?" he demanded.
"Oh baby," she explained, "you can't just go and thrust that thing up there. You've got to have a little grease, to make it easy."
"Alright," he agreed.
And so, she went to her purse and pulled out some oil she had for her skin.
"This is just some skin oil I have," she laughed. "But you can use it."
Taking out the skin oil, she prepared his cock for the act. She gripped it with one hand, and poured the oil on it with the other. Now, she was ready to give it some action.
"How about that?" she demanded. "Would you like to do it this way?"
The huge tool was now ready to give her the trip she wanted. She had it well lubed and she was eager to feel it sliding up her. As a matter of fact, the idea of getting balled at that angle was extremely exciting to her.
"Honey," he said, "I can kiss you while I'm fucking your asshole. How about that?"
The two of them were now ready for it. She bent way over and he angled his body so he could stab his tool up there. Then, after she was at this angle, he got his dong ready. He slowly eased his prick in there, and was amazed at how tight it was.
"Do you think you can get that in?" he asked. "I know I can, if you take it easy," she explained. "But, baby, it isn't necessarily the easiest fuck in the world."
"I can see that," he said. "But, baby, we'll make it yet."
Now, the emotions were surging through her, for the desire to have that huge dick sliding up there as the other man had fucked her.
"Honey," he told her, "let's do it just right." At this point, she was ready to bend over so that it would work. She bent over, all the way, and then he could slide his tool in there. He got it up there without too much difficulty.
"Oh baby," he told her, "that's beautiful, that's really beautiful."
It didn't take much longer now for them to do it the way that he wanted. The huge tool slid up there, and then he got to the tight anal ring.
"How do I get it farther up?" he demanded.
"You just ram it," she said. "It will hurt me, but I'll love it."
"You sure you can take it?" he asked her.
"I know I can," she told him.
Now, he gave it a hard, driving thrust, and the huge cock shot up there.
"Oh baby," he told her, "that is beautiful. Keep it up, baby, keep it up."
At the same time, the emotion was getting under his skin. He could hardly wait to stab.
"Fuck it baby, fuck it, oh yes, that's what I want. Fuck it baby, fuck!"
The hard cock drove up there, and he got just what he wanted.
Her ass muscles tightened and flexed as he rode into her. He loved the fact that she could reach around and feel of his back while he was thrusting. Then, she felt his mouth pressing against hers, and suddenly his hands were on her head, as he kissed her. It was a strange awkward position to be in, yet he was enjoying it and so was she.
"Oh baby," she panted. "Fuck me, honey, fuck me, that's what I want. All the way up there."
She was getting exactly what she wanted. And, so was he. He rode into her, and did it in hard, driving thrust stabs.
"Oh baby, this ass fucking is too much. This really is."
Now, he was grinding his hips harder and faster, and she was too.
"Fuck it baby, fuck, fuck, keep going baby, keep it going, that's what I want, more, faster, baby, keep it going!"
The huge tool, sliding up her tight rectum, was driving her out of her gourd. This position was difficult to keep, yet he kept driving it up in there.
"Ooohh, aaahhh, yes baby, yes, do it, do it, baby!"
The hard tool suddenly exploded high up her asshole, and she wiggled around.
"Oh baby, that's beautiful," she panted. "That's beautiful, keep it going!"
Faster and faster the action continued until he nearly shot again. However, she was cuming too at this point. The ass fuck had triggered her own orgasm.
Now, she looked at him and asked, "You know, I think Lester over there has a hard on."
The white dog looked at her as if he wanted to screw her.
"Alright," he said, "if you want to fuck Lester, give him some action."
She called the dog, and he came over and sniffed of her vagina. Then, she looked at the dog's tool, and said : "Why not?"
She lay back, and spread her legs invitingly.
The dog straddled her, and she grabbed his tool, and fed it to her pussy.
"Oh, that's too much," the young boy smiled. "You really are going to go through with it."
"Sure I am," she said. "It would be cruel not to let Lester get his, after he has been watching patiently, and waiting for you to get yours."
"Well," he agreed, "you've got a real point there."
The point had been well taken, and now he was ready to do his thing.
"Alright," he told her, "I'll give you some action."
It was indeed a marvelous moment for them, and he couldn't wait to get going.
He decided that he would watch and pull his meat while she fucked with the dog. The dog, Lester, thrust it to her, and she loved it. Her cunt muscles clutched at the dog's cock, as it slid up there.
"Oh wow!" the young teenager gasped. "If my buddies could only see you making it with a dog, they'd never believe it."
"It is quite a sight to see," she admitted. "Isn't it? Dog meets human."
"You mean, dog fucks human, don't you?"
"Well, you might say that," she laughed.
Her body tossed about as the dog drove into her. She let her fingertips feel of the dog's fur and then she panted: "Oh baby, fuck me, fuck me good."
The dog socked it to her, and she gripped it tightly with her muscles.
"Oh, yes baby, do it baby, do it!"
At this time, she had a big surprise waiting for her, for the dog shot a big juicy load.
"Oh," she gasped, "that's groovy, keep it up baby, keep it up, that's it, yes baby, yes, I like that. Yes, fuck, baby, fuck it!"
The dog had made it, and she was thrilled. "Oh," she grunted, "fuck me, fuck me baby, fuck me."
She loved the juicy prick of the dog as it exploded in her, and she continued twisting her ass as the dog got it all out. Then, the dog pulled his meat out of her, and went across the room and lay down in the corner.
"You see, he's a good boy, once he gets his rocks off, he's no bother, just like men."
The two of them had a good laugh over Lester, and then she got off the floor.
"I'd better be going now," he told her. "My old Mom will wonder where I am."
"Well, tell your mother for me she has a really tremendous son, if you know what I mean."
"I'm sure she'll love to hear that," he said. "She would think so much of you, respect you so much for having sex with me, a minor."
"Don't remind me," she begged him. "I really don't care to be reminded. Not that I don't enjoy balling with you, but it's just that it makes me feel like a heel."
"Oh, that's silly, Marie," he told her. We just have fun together. There's nothing wrong with you and me fucking."
"No, not a damned thing. They just would lock me up if they knew."
"Well, nobody's going to find out, he assured her. "And if anybody tries to make a fuss, I'll make a fuss over them."
He was serious about his charge, as he did not want anybody stopping them from balling. He felt he needed to get his rocks off, and there was no acceptable sexual outlet, except some young chicks who he felt were disease carriers.
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"How about some of those young girls at your school? From what I hear from the papers, they are fucking up a storm."
"That's just it," he said, "a lot of them are having to leave school because they get pregnant. It's disgusting. All that fucking going on. You'd think they'd have a little more respect for themselves, wouldn't you?"
"Well," she said, "I guess that they think with sex being promoted all over, they have a perfect right to get their rocks off just like everybody else. They might call it sexual discrimination against teenagers.
"Well, I guess that's true. They could call it that. It's not really free."
"No, it isn't free. Everything costs. It costs somebody to take care of all the babies. It costs something to take care of all the disease. If only they could accept it, things would be different. That would be great."
"I know it would," he replied. "But, that isn't the way it goes."
The two of them lay there thinking about the problems of sex and young people. Then, she said: "Maybe I shouldn't feel guilty after all. Because, everybody needs a little fun now and then."
"You're so right," she agreed. "And, baby, don't you feel bad about us having our fucks."
"Don't worry," he assured her. "I don't feel bad at all. We all need some action now and then, and you knew just how to give us some action."
The two of them understood each other perfectly, and he reached over and stroked her vagina gently.
"You're fascinated with my vagina, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am. It's a fascinating bit of flesh, isn't it?"
"Well, I'm glad you like it," she said. "It's perfect for a penis, and great for a tongue. All you have to do is just get some action there."
He was insisting that she appreciate his pecker, and she was insisting that he appreciate the vagina. There was mutual acceptance on the part of both of them, about their sexual organs. They agreed that they were marvelous instruments of pleasure, as well as for practical purposes.
"But isn't it funny all the trouble that these sexual organs get us in?" he said. "Really, isn't it?"
"It certainly is," she agreed.
Now, he got to his feet, and she did too. They both kissed once more, and then he got dressed. She dressed and looked at him as he stood there.
"Isn't it wonderful to know what you look like all over?" she smiled. "And, you're beautiful all over."
"Well, so are you," he assured her. "And we really had fun today, didn't we?"
"You know it," she agreed.
Suddenly, everything seemed so simple to them both. They just happened to be fond of each other, and wanted to have sex relations together. It wasn't any big thing. Yet, what a fuss everybody would make about it. What demands would be made on them, and what tortures would be suggested for them both.
"You don't think there's anything wrong with me, do you?" Marie asked him as he started to leave.
"Of course I don't," he said.
"And you never will?"
"I know my mind," he told her, "and you don't have to worry about me. Those ridiculous people who are totally against you because you want to ball with me, don't deserve a mention."
"That's what I think," she said. "It's disgusting that people make such a fuss about other people having a little fun."
"Now," she said, "I want to ask you something."
"Go ahead," he suggested. "What is it?"
"Do you think it would be wrong if we had, let's say, another boy fucking with us?"
"You've got to be kidding," he said. "Are you some kind of a nympho?"
"I'm not sure."
"Well," he said, "you certainly do have strange sexual appetites, I must say that. You're just too much."
"Well," he said, "I don't like the idea for one minute of you bringing another boy into our action. It's been fun with you and me. If you bring another boy in, you'll put me down to second place."
"Why, Tim," she said. "I think you might be a trifle jealous."
"I'm not a trifle jealous," Tim said. "I'm a lot jealous, believe me."
"Well, there are so many things that we could do, Tim, if you would only go along with me."
"Well, I'll see. Maybe I could find a buddy who'd like to get his rocks off. It would be hard to know how to approach him, because this is a rather unusual circumstances, to say the very least. I will have to do it very carefully, so I don't get him angry."
"Alright," she agreed.
Now, he had the correct idea, and decided he wouldn't make a fuss, even if she did want another boy in on the action. Yet, it bugged him that she wasn't satisfied with him alone. It made him feel that he was not adequate, and it got him angry. However, she had made such a fuss about it, that he thought he might as well find another boy when he could.
"Well, Tim, how did it go?" his mother said to him.
"Alright."
"Well, that was a brief answer," she said. "I think that you might tell me some more, if you would, that is."
"There's nothing more to tell," he said quickly.
"Well, she kept you so long."
"A lot of work had piled up since I left."
"You see, you're quite valuable, they couldn't keep up with your work when you were gone."
He didn't want to talk about it any longer, as he was afraid he would get into a bind. So, he went up to his bedroom and didn't talk. But he had to come down to dinner, and that was when she lit into him again.
He could see that his mother wasn't paying any attention to what he had to say, and it burned the hell out of him.
"I've heard some bad things about that woman who runs the pet store."
"Like what?"
"Well," she said, "she had a date with a friend of mine."
"There's nothing wrong with her having a date, she's free and has a right to go with anybody she wants to."
"Yes," his mother replied, "but she's a very aggressive, bold woman."
"Is that so?"
"Oh yes," she said, "I hate like hell to tell you about this, of course. Yet, it wouldn't be fair if I didn't."
He started to walk away, but his mother wouldn't let him.
"Now you hold on here," she said. "When I'm talking you run away from me."
"That's impossible, Mom, I never did run away from you."
"Well, you'd better not," she said. "I'll tell you all about it. You see, she was going with a married man. George is married to Valerie, and Valerie told me all about it. She found lipstick on her husband's shorts, of all places."
"Well how does Valerie know that it was her lipstick?"
"Well, she wears an unusual shade of lipstick, and Valerie went back to the shop and noticed that the lipstick matched that on his shorts."
"You're a gossip and a busybody," he told his Mom.
"Well, that's a helluva nice thing- to say to your mother when I'm trying to be so good to you."
"Good to you," he shot back, "you've been on my tail bugging me ever since I was a kid, and you never did give Dad any peace. Now, get off my back."
"I am your mother," she said. "And you can't talk to me like that."
"Don't remind me," he snapped. "Are you sure they didn't mix up the babies at the hospital?"
"Son, come back here."
Tim walked back and confronted his mother. His father stalked over and said: "Tim, apologize to your mother."
"I apologize to my mother immediately."
"You insolent little pup," his father snapped. "I ought to slap your face."
"You slap my face, and I'll sock your jaw, daddy," he said.
"Why, the child is possessed," his mother said, "and I know why, too. He's been around that good-for-nothing woman. I've never trusted her. I think she is having... " She stopped, and he knew why. She was suspicious, and yet she didn't dare mouth her suspicions.
"You were saying something, Mom?" he smirked.
"No," she said. "I don't have a thing to say. Go back to your room, and I'll bring your food up to you. I'm very disgusted with you."
He went up to his room and he was disgusted with himself. He knew that he had been making life one miserable hell for his mother. Now, he wished he could apologize, but he couldn't find words. He went up to his room, and didn't have anything to eat that night. That was his punishment. However, he was thinking about what he could do about getting another buddy to have sex with Marie.
The following day at school, he got to talking to Chad.
"Hi, Chad," he began. "How's everything?"
"Just fine," Chad said. "And, baby, I would like to get some more action."
At this point he knew he wanted some more sex action.
"What are you talking about?" Chad said. "Tell me."
"Well," he explained, "I found a woman who likes to ball. But, she would like two young boys to ball her instead of one."
"Oh, so you want me to join you."
"Not a bad idea," he said. "How would you like to get some good fucking?"
"Well, I sure could use it," he admitted. "Some of the cunt around this school could be improved on, I'll tell you that."
"You're not telling me anything I don't know," he laughed.
They sat down for a few moments, and chatted.
"Tell me about her," Chad suggested, with a sly smile, and doubting the story.
"Well," he said, "she is about five foot seven, she has beautiful blue eyes, and blonde hair. She's not real young, but not real old. Maybe she's thirty-five. Anyway, she and I have been fucking for a long time. She used to live in my front apartment, when I rented out rooms. Anyway, I have always enjoyed having sex with her, and even though she may well be a hooker, I never had to pay for it."
"Alright," he said, "I'll go along with you." The two boys began discussing the details of how they could get together. Then, when it was revealed to his buddy how easy it actually was to make money and have sex, his buddy decided that was the way to go. He made it a point, the next day, to tell Marie about his new contact.
"Do you think I will like him?" Marie asked. "I don't want to get involved with anyone who will talk, either. The boy has to be sworn to silence, because people wouldn't understand our really truly beautiful relationship."
"That's the truth," he said, "and you couldn't expect them to, either."
"Well," she said, "bring him over tomorrow night after work. We'll just do it back here." The next night, he brought Chad over to meet her. Chad was a sandy complexioned fellow, with freckles and big brown eyes. He looked at her with a big smile on his face, as he thought about the sex.
"Honey," he told her, "we're going to have fun, you know that, don't you?"
"Well, I hope so," she said. "As long as this kid is old enough not to talk. It would be terrible if he started talking and saying things out of school."
"He won't do that," he assured her. "I know he won't."
"That's good," she said. "Because we could get in all kinds of trouble if he did talk. You know how those silly bastards like to make trouble."
"I know," he said, "but don't worry about it. We'll just have fun."
"Where should we meet?"
"At my apartment, it would be the best place," she said.
"What night?"
"Well, I like Saturday," she said. "I think that is a good night. We don't have to get up on Sunday morning, Now, it's very important you don't tell your folks what you're up to."
"I won't," he assured her. "Believe me, I won't."
He was eager to get some action, and he knew there was one way to get it. Finally, he decided that the sensible thing to do would be this.
"I'll bring him over about nine o'clock, and if you could have some booze, we could get a little high, and it would be a little easier to unbend."
"Do you really have to get loaded to enjoy it?"
"It isn't a matter of getting loaded to enjoy it," he said, "it's just that we kids are a little nervous and fidgety about it. We're not used to doing this sort of thing, and we need to relax a little."
"Alright," she agreed. "Now don't get up tight."
"I'm not up tight," he shot back. "I'm really not."
"Oh, yes you are," she said. "You're up tight."
"Well, I've got my Mom bugging me."
"Your Mom bugging you?" she asked eagerly.
"Yes, she won't leave me alone."
"Does she suspect us?"
"I'm afraid she does," he admitted. "I don't know what to do about it."
"Oh, God, that's awful," she said. "I really think it's terrible. If she ever got an idea that I really was having sex with her precious little boy, God knows what she would do to me."
"I know," he said. "I know, and it's dangerous as hell. But there isn't a thing that I can do about it."
"Well, you'll have to invent something. Tell her that you're going to some auto show or something with this buddy of yours. You know they're having a big auto show here this weekend."
"No, I didn't know it."
"Well, they are," she said. "So you could use that as an excuse. But for goodness sakes never tell anybody that you're coming over to my place to have sex with me. Maybe it's all wrong. Maybe I shouldn't do it. Maybe I'm making a big dangerous move, that I will regret terribly later."
He was a headstrong nervous boy, and she knew that she had gotten too up tight herself.
"Alright," he said, "I'll tell my prying Mom that I'm going to see an auto show. That should keep her off my track, and your track too."
"Good!" she said nervously. "Good. Because, baby, I couldn't stand any scandal. All I have in this world is this pet store, and if they close me up, what would I do?"
"You could always fuck Lester," he said. "By the way, you want to have Lester over to your apartment, and screw him too?"
"Oh, you talk ridiculous," she said. "I can't do it with Lester."
"Yes, you could," he said, "and you might enjoy it too."
Now, she had an idea.
"Maybe I should bring Lester along. He needs to get balled too. And, I don't think it would surprise or shock your buddy too much, do you?"
"Oh no," he said. "Chad is pretty well informed as to what's happening. People aren't living in the Dark Ages anymore. Oh no, they've come out of that. Now, the tide is turned, and everybody is going to have a good time fucking and sucking and carrying on, come what may."
"I know, it is a good time to have some fun. Because you just don't know what is going to happen, do you?"
"No," he said. "At school I think of that when they have to practice that atom bomb drill."
"You have an atom bomb drill at school?"
"Well, sure, Marie, didn't you know about that?"
"No, Tim, tell me. What is that about?"
"Well," he said. "We've got to be prepared for a sneak attack. And so, they have a drill, that prepares us. You have to get on the floor and bend over and put your hands over your head, and protect yourself. It's a silly thing, really ridiculous. Because, if that bomb hits, it isn't going to do any good to bend. That may have been good with those old bombs they used during World War II, but you wouldn't get that to work now."
"Oh, don't mention war," she said. "It just makes me quiver to think of all the wars, and all the ugliness and noise of those bombs."
"Do you mean to tell me you remember the war?"
"Well, I was a little child, when I used to see those newsreels between the comedies and musicals. But nevertheless it made me twitch in my seat, as I looked up there and saw the ugly things that were happening all over the world."
"That is too bad," he said. "It really is. And I hope we never have another war."
"Well," he said, "we're out of that one in Vietnam, and maybe we wised up and won't try to get in any more."
"Well, you never know," she said. "Something could come up and some fool could say let's go to war, and then they would rush off."
"It is frightful," he said. "It really is. We can only hope people have learned their lesson."
At this point, he had to make a few decisions, and he told her: "Baby, let me just feel your breasts through your dress."
He stepped over to her, and reached up and he felt the material which clung to her breasts. He envied the material, as it was closer to her breasts than his fingers.
"You sure like to monkey with my knockers, don't you?"
"You know it," he told her. "You've got such beautiful boobs."
The tongue swept around the nipples, and he became more and more excited and stimulated.
"Oh suck them," she told him. "Suck them."
The excitement that was surging through his body now, was making him wish that he could forget about Saturday night, and ball her right there.
"Honey," he said, "I'd better forget it. We're going to have a good time, so we've got to knock this off."
"Maybe it should be just you and me."
"But I've got to ask this kid Chad to come," he told her. "Chad won't konk out of a deal like this."
"That's right," she said. "You have got us on the hook and there isn't any way out."
"Now don't get mad at me," he told her. "Don't you get mad at me."
"I'm not getting mad at you," she said. "It's just that I'm nervous. I keep thinking, what if he talks?"
"Well, he's not going to talk. He isn't going to talk. So for goodness sakes quit worrying."
"Alright," she said, and paced the floor.
The big white dog, Lester, looked at her, and he rustled over to her, and snuggled close to her legs.
"Lester knows something is up," she said. "That marvelous dog is sensitive to all of my feelings. It's wonderful that I have Lester."
"Yes, it is wonderful. And Lester was probably balling you before I came on the scene, and will be balling you after I leave. But it makes me a little bit jealous to see that dog snuggling up to you like this."
"Goodness gracious, are you jealous of Lester?"
"Well, shouldn't I be?"
"Well, no, of course not," she said. "It's not fair."
"Oh yes, it is," he said. "That dog is a male. He has a penis, and he tries to get on the good side of you. You see the way he rubs his body against your leg?"
"Well, any master will have a dog do that. It means nothing."
"Yes, but not every master is making it with the dogs."
"Don't remind me," she giggled. "Oh, you're really something. It's marvelous to have you jealous. Jealousy is really a compliment, you know."
"I didn't know it was."
"Oh yes, it is. It means you care. And, even though it's fragment of emotion, jealousy over beautiful Lester, I appreciate it."
"I can't get you angry, can I?"
"Well, no," she said. "Not when I'm so madly in love with you. That's why we must share our love with another, because our love might leap into too big a flame, and devour us."
"You have such a poetic way of putting it."
"I used to be a poet."
"Do you have any of your poems around?"
"Oh yes, I have one. You want to hear it?" She proceeded to get her poem, and then she read Soul Light.
"You gave me the moon, so that I could see the sunlight.
"Even in the darkest part of the night, I see you.
"Even when the world is cold, your memory heats me up."
"Is that all?"
"Isn't that enough?" she demanded. "That took me five hours to write that."
"That's a long time," he said.
"That's a big poem," she said. "With a lot of deep hidden meanings."
"I'm sure," he nodded.
CHAPTER SIX
It was obvious to his mother, when he came home, that Tim was not with it. Something was disturbing him, and she couldn't figure out what it was. But, that did not make her feel she could find out if she pried enough.
"Tim, are you feeling alright?" she said.
"Yes, Mom," he assured her. "And I'd feel a lot better if you wouldn't bug me."
"Tim, is that any way to talk to your mother? I'm not trying to bother you, dear. I'm trying to help you. But you're going through something, and I would like to help you. Can't you appreciate my sympathy and understanding?"
"Aw, stop it," he said. "Just don't bother me."
"Can't you see, Mother," the father said, "he has something on his mind, and he doesn't want to be disturbed by us. Leave him alone."
"Thank you, Dad!" he said, looking at his father.
His father had a proud smile, as he looked at him.
"Yes, son," he smiled. "I understand you. I understand you very well. I've had those moments, and I didn't care to talk to anyone either."
"Well," she said, "you two probably have a lot in common. Your dear sweet father has been stepping out on me for years. No doubt all of this silence has involved some sexual relationship that you are involved in. And, I don't think it's a very healthy relationship either."
"Mom," he said. "Can't a man have any secrets?"
"Should a man have such secrets?" she spat back furiously. "Your father has been stepping out on me for years."
"I'll thank you to keep your mouth shut," his father replied.
"Well," she asked, "why should I?"
"Because," he said, "it won't do any good to talk this all over with our son."
"I guess it wouldn't," he said. "Because you've got so much venom in you."
"That's enough," she said tightly. "And I'm getting out of here now."
She walked out of the room while she could, and then he looked after her.
When the father and the son were left alone, the father said, "Son, have you got some woman you're balling?"
"How did you know, Dad?"
"Because, I've fucked around with a lot of women too. And I know when a man is having some sex, it shows all over his face."
"You mean you can actually tell I'm having sex by looking at my face?"
"Sure I can," he said, "That's not difficult. Actually, it's quite easy to tell that you're going through something, son."
"Well," he admitted, "I'm going through something alright. It's bugging the hell out of me."
"It's bugging the hell out of all of us," he said, "because you're getting too uptight about it."
"Are you really serious about whoever you are balling with?"
"Well, not exactly," the kid said.
"Tell me about her," the father asked curiously.
"I can't, Dad," he said.
"Why not?"
"Because," he said, "I can't."
He went to his room, and a few moments later his father tapped at the door.
"Son," he said, "I want to talk to you."
"Later, Dad."
His Dad wouldn't take no for an answer, and so he finally let him in the door.
"Alright, come in, if you have to."
His father came in, and then they got to talking.
"Now, Dad," he said, "would you just leave me alone?"
"No, son," he said, "I can't. I want to find out who you're doing it with."
"Well, I can tell you she's a good woman and she knows how to do it."
"What do you mean knows how to do it?" his father demanded.
"I mean, she's a real swinger. She fucks like crazy."
"What kind of fucking are you talking about?"
"Every kind of fucking!" he said.
"Alright," he asked, "if you want to talk, o.k., if you don't, o.k., but I wouldn't mind balling her myself."
"You've got to be kidding," he replied. "You mean you'd like to join me?"
"Yes, son, I would like to get a good piece of ass. I haven't had one for a long time. Your mother and I don't live as man and wife anymore."
"Well, why do you stick together?"
"Because of you," he said.
Now, he had a new realization of his father, and he felt sorry for him. He thought that maybe the woman he was balling, would enjoy fucking his father too. Yet, there was Chad to be considered.
"Well," he told his father, "I don't know. I'd have to cut someone else off."
"What are you talking about, son?"
"Namely this, Dad," he explained. "You see, we're having sex in a very unusual way. I was having a buddy over, and this gal and I were going to have sex and Lester too."
"Who is Lester?" .
"That's the dog," he said.
"I know who you're fucking," he said, exultingly. "You're fucking the owner of the pet shop, that Marie, Marie, what's her name?"
"Marie Larsen," he said. "That's the woman I've been balling. And she's a helluva good piece of ass, and you'd do well to have her too."
"But I know I would," his father replied, "can't you fix something up for me, son?"
"Maybe I can, Dad," he said. "I'll think it over."
"Well you do that, son," he insisted, "because, son, your Dad's old balls itch now and then."
"You're always getting itching balls, Dad," he chuckled. "And, you don't fool me none. You just want to get your rocks off as fast as you can."
"Right on," he said.
Now, the two of them were having a good laugh.
"Dad," he said, "that would be something if I brought you over and we both had fucks with the same woman."
"It excites me, son, to think about it. But never tell your mother or she'll really get mad and divorce me."
"I won't, Dad," he admitted. "I'll tell you what. I'll tell Chad, the guy I was going to take over and fuck with her."
"Chad?" his Dad asked.
"Yeah. Chad's sixteen."
"Oh, he's too young."
"I'm only going on seventeen," he admitted. "So what are you talking about?"
"Yes," he said, "you're about the same age, but he's still a baby. You're a man, you're grown up, you're like me when I was your age. I was balling all the women too."
"Were you, Dad?" he asked proudly.
"Sure I was, son," he said. "I was known as quite a stud man. The women really enjoyed balling with me. And, son, I could teach you so much about fucking. I've got French ticklers, I've got lots of things that are good to fuck with."
"Oh Dad, thank you, thank you so much."
"I could even show you something I've got right here, if your mother gets out of the house. It's the sucking machine."
"A sucking machine?" he asked curiously. "Yes, you slip a rubber nozzle over the top of the cock, and then it sucks. It's a fantastic machine."
Now, he was eager to use the machine correctly. He slipped the rubber head on the penis- and started it going.
"Oh wow!" he said. "That's too much. You slip the head of that rubber thing over the head of the cock, and you mean you plug it in the electricity and it sucks?"
"Sure, son, I'll show you."
The father was eager now to illustrate to his son how the sucking machine could help him.
He went out to his room and got the machine and brought it back. The boy took it in his hand and looked at it curiously.
"Wow!" he said, as he looked at it in amazement.
"It's a strange looking thing," he told him. "But it really is fantastic."
"I know it is," he said. "But you would be amazed how super it works."
Now, he had it ready to roll. He got the rubber head on the machine, and started it going. "That's it," he said. "You jerk it off."
He fitted the rubber nozzle over his own head, and the rubber sucking machine pumped his prick to life. The father looked on proudly.
"Son, that saves your hands a lot, doesn't it?"
"You know it, Dad," he said. "My wrist muscles were getting tired from pumping."
"Well, let your hand rest, and let the machine do the work. We've moved into the age of automation."
"But when it comes to automating cocksucking, that's too much."
"No, it isn't," his father said. "They've got fucking machines for women. We're really progressing, son, it's the age of enlightenment."
"I guess so," Tim said proudly, as the sucking machine pulled on his cock.
"Say, you have got a big prick," the father admired him. "Just like mine. I'm really proud of it, son. Proud that you've got a penis like that."
Now, the sucking machine pulled in swift jerking movements.
"Oh, does that ever feel good! Oh yes, yes, that's it, baby, do it!"
The sucking machine pumped methodically, and as it pumped, the pleasure surged through him.
"Suck it, sucking machine," he told the machine. "Suck it for me. That's it, suck it, suck my prick!"
He was delighted to tell the sucking machine to do it for him.
"Oh, that's it, jerk it good."
"Now, son, this thing has three currents. It's the first current for the first stage, the second current for when it's going faster, and the third current for when it's really reached its climax. That third current will suck the juice right out. You don't want to turn it on to the number three button, until it's ready to shoot."
"Well, thanks for telling me, Dad," he said. "This is truly a marvelous invention. I'm so happy you bought it."
The father nodded and said, "Well, I don't know what I would have done without it, son. Your mother has been terrible about giving me sex. And, the girls at the office want to charge too much. I'm sure not going to give them mink coats, or fifty dollars, when I can buy this device for thirty-five dollars."
"Is that all it is, Dad?" he asked.
"Yes, son, that's all it is. And believe me, it's worth every penny of it. Why, I figured it out, the number of times I've had my cock sucked with the machine and it comes to about thirty cents a suck so far. Of course, by using it enough years, I might get it down to a penny a suck."
"Well, Dad, you sure have used your money wisely this time."
"That's true," he said, "I only wish I could be the proud inventor of such a marvelous machine."
As the sucking machine continued, the boy realized he had to turn it on to the second button. It was moving quicker now, and he was pumping closer to climax. Just then, the door opened, and his mother was walking downstairs.
"Say, Dad, Mom's back."
"I know that, son," he said. "We've got to be quiet about this. I'll stay till you get it off.
It always makes me happy, when I introduce a man to the machine. I've helped sell quite a few at the office."
"Well, that's real thoughtful of you, Dad," he said. "I guess I can put it into the third button now."
"Judging from the length of it, son, I think you should."
The machine was turned into third gear, and it jerked mercilessly as it sucked the juices out of his prick.
"Oh," he panted, "it's cuming, it's cuming. That's it, the juicer is juicing!"
Now that he had completed juicing, he wondered if he had made too much noise and his mother had heard him. However, he silenced his responses, as it shot out and it sucked up.
The emotional charge that he got out of that machine was too much. He really was turned on with it.
"Oh, wow!" he panted, as he realized what a fantastic charge he was getting.
The father silently looked and was happy his son could be taken care of. Then the son pulled the machine off, and the juice spurted all over.
"Oh son, I'm sorry," he explained nervously. "I should have told you, you've got to take that off over to the sink. Otherwise, as you can see, the cum will go everywhere."
"Now you tell me," he said.
"What's going on up there?" his mother called out.
"Nothing, dear," his father called back.
"There is so," she said. "And I want to know what it is. I'm coming up and I'm going to find out."
"Quick, son, get to the bathroom."
His father quickly wiped up the cum that was spilled on the floor. Then the mother walked in.
"It smells strange in here," she said. "Smells like ammonia."
"You're imagining things," he said.
"No, I'm not," she said. "I want to talk to you, dear."
"What is it, Mother?"
"You haven't introduced our precious son to that sucking machine you bought, have you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," he lied.
"Oh yes, you do," she shot back. "You've been avoiding me, and using that miserable shoddy device."
"What miserable shoddy device are you talking about, my love?"
"That slimy little rubber sucking machine that has replaced me. Oh, I'd tear it to shreds if I ever find it. I saw you one night when you were doing it, and you hid it before I could get it. But I'd tear it to bits as it has replaced me. I've been replaced. And, my pussy doesn't like being replaced with automation."
"Why, dear," he said, "nothing on earth could replace your sweet pussy. You know, precious, I love you. And, if we haven't been living as man and wife, it's just because I think it's better that way."
"Yes," she said, "so you can step out with the sluts."
"You have a high opinion of me, don't you, love?"
"Yes," she said, "I have a high opinion of how low you are."
"You have such a sense of humor."
"Well, it's not funny," she said.
She bustled away, and his father waited behind. Finally, he came out of the bathroom.
"I'll hide that," he told his Dad. "I'll stick it under my mattress, and you can pull it out when the coast is clear."
His father understood what a dilemma he was in. And, as he went back to his mother, he asked her: "Do you want to have sex with me tonight?"
"I should say not," she said. "I would deny you my body for the way you have been acting. You've been very difficult. Sex is the joining together of the souls and the spirits and the bodies as they merge. And it would be very difficult to have a relationship with you."
"Don't you ever get hot to trot?" he asked his wife.
"How dare you suggest I'm that type of woman?" she said angrily. "Really dear, this is too much."
He thought it was a bit much too, and walked away from her, and went back to the bedroom and turned on the television and began watching it.
She put her hair up in curlers, and then sat beside him on the bed.
"Do you love me?" she asked him.
He looked at her face, and she had a night mask on it. With her hair up in curlers and the night mask, as well as small tapes under her eyes, he said: "Just the way you look tonight, like the song goes."
"I detected a note of insincerity about your statement," she snapped quickly. .
"Honey, it's in you, it's not in me. You're imagining things."
"I suppose I'm always imagining things," she shot back. "Well, baby, it's not true. I know what I'm up to, and I'm trying to keep myself beautiful for you. I'm preserving my beauty."
"Well, try not to use a pound of that grease," he said, "because it doesn't make your face look more beautiful. I'm almost afraid, when I look at that white mask of yours and those tapes under your eyes, and those curlers in your hair."
"Now, don't knock me," she said. "I may not be as glamorous as Elizabeth Taylor, but then she doesn't look so good any more either."
"She does, when she reduces," he shot back. "Well, she doesn't reduce very often."
"Well, that's true," she replied. "She does have a little bit of a pot on her, doesn't she?"
"Yes, but she can afford to, with all of her diamonds and her millions, she doesn't have to worry about her body."
"Oh yes, she does," she replied. "She still wants men to make over her."
"Well, every time I try to make over you, you push me off."
"Yes," she said, "I'm punishing you for all the playing around you've done."
"Yes, but doesn't anybody ever get probation?"
"When they deserve it," she said. "And I'm the judge of that, dear."
He could always sock her, when she said "dear". She said it in her best acid tones, and he knew it was calculated to get a rise out of him.
"Honey," he said, "would you like to lick my joystick?"
"The nerve of you," she shot back at him. "What type of woman do you think I am?"
"I was just trying to find out."
"Well, this will help you."
She slapped his face on both sides, and announced, "I would never go down on a man in my life."
"When would you go down on a man?"
"How dare you?" she demanded. "What a brutish thought to think."
Outside the door, Tim was listening. His father's statements had made him curious about what he had gone through and, when he heard his mother talking, he realized how far off base she was. And, his heart went out to his father. He did deserve a chance to get his rocks off, and he vowed that he would help him. Even though it was a bit of an awkward situation. He would have to disappoint Chad, he would have to tell Marie that Chad wasn't coming and that Dad was coming. This might pose a problem. Therefore, he thought the best way to handle it, was to give Marie a big surprise.
He went back to his bedroom and as he lay there, he thought about all of the things that three people could do in bed. It excited him to think about it. Yet, he was so bugged about it, that he could barely go to sleep. He tossed, he turned, and he didn't sleep well at all.
In the meantime, Marie had a phone call. It was her friend Thomas Vince.
"Marie?" a subtle voice smilingly asked. "What is it?" she asked. "Who is this?"
"Tom Vince," he said. "And I wanted to ask you if you're ready to come over and join the party with this cute chick I had in mind."
"Oh, you mean Linda."
"Yes, Linda."
"Is she a nice girl?"
"Well, I guess she is. She has boobs that won't quit. And, a sweet little ass that I've enjoyed sucking on many times."
"Well, you needn't be so graphic about your sex life with her. That wasn't what interested me. I just wanted to know if she was nice."
"Well, that is what makes a girl nice in my book."
She hung up on him.
"Marie," he asked as he rang again and she picked up the phone.
"If you can talk clean," she said, "I will continue talking with you."
The phone went dead again as he hung up. Now, she called him back.
"Hello," he began. "This is Tom Vince."
"Tom," she said, "I guess we're being a bit abrupt with each other. Maybe I should meet this girl. I have someone that I'm in love with that I shouldn't be. If I could have some action on the outside, maybe I would swing out of this period of torment I'm in."
"Well, I want to help you any way I can," he assured her.
Now, she was eager to get out of the mess that she was in and would go along with sex with Linda.
"When have you got this party staged for?"
"Friday night," he said, "how would that be?"
"Well, it's alright," she agreed. "I do have a date Saturday, but I'm free on Friday."
"That's good," he said. "Because, baby, you're going to enjoy Linda."
"Does she know I'll be there?"
"Oh yes, honey," he told her. "I've clued her in. She's wise, she knows what the score is."
"That's good," she replied, "because I do too. Now I do, anyway."
He was eager to get together with Linda and Marie to see them go to town. Watching two women make it always made Tom Vince get a hard on. He liked to sit on the sidelines and pump his meat while the two women made mad love. However, it was sometimes difficult to find women who would do this for him. Therefore, he was delighted and excited with the way that Marie had picked up on the idea. Apparently, she was as eager to get into the act as he was.
"Marie," he said, "let me introduce you to Linda," when they first met the following Friday night.
"Well, Linda," Marie said. "You are a beautiful girl, aren't you?"
"Am I?" the blond girl asked boldly.
"Well, I would say you were," she said. "And, you know we're going to have sex together, don't you?"
The two girls began drinking, drinks that Thomas Vince quickly placed in their hands. As they sipped their drinks, their inhibitions fled them. Now, they were ready to roll into bed.
"What would you like to do first?" Thomas Vince smiled.
"Well," Marie smiled, "I would like to know what it's like to be fucked with a dildo."
The other girl went over to the dresser, and pulled out a drawer which contained her dildo and straps.
"Is this what you mean?" she smiled.
"Precisely," she nodded.
Walking over to her, she smiled, "Help me with it."
She got some help from Marie, with the straps, which fitted around her legs. Then, she had the dildo in place.
"Now, baby, do you want to be on top or bottom?"
"I think it would be fun for you to lie on the bottom and let me fit myself over your dildo."
Linda lay on her back, and she did look a bit strange, as the dildo was thrust up. Then, the other girl straddled her, and slid down over the dildo.
Now, she was going to town.
"Oh, isn't that fantastic," she smiled. "Look at that!"
Once she had the dildo in her, she played with Linda's breasts. Tom Vince now was terribly excited. He came over and stood by the bed, and smiled.
"Fuck her good," he told her. "That would be beautiful."
She got a good fucking and she enjoyed it immensely.
"Do it, baby, do it!"
As the dildo jabbed into her, the excitement increased.
"Fuck, baby, fuck," he told her. "That's it, baby, do it, baby, do it!"
Now, the two women were clutching at each other, as the excitement built.
"Fuck it, baby, fuck, fuck!"
As their emotions continued at this pitch, the women went to town.
"Oh," she gasped, "this is going to be such fun."
The dildo was driving in there, and the cunt muscles clasped around it.
"Fuck baby, fuck."
The women were going to town, and the dildo was driving in there.
"Oh," she panted, "that's beautiful. Keep it up, I love it, I love it."
Tom was so hard now, he could hardly stand it. His hand was swiftly pumping on his cock, as he watched the action taking place before his eyes.
"Fuck it, that's it baby, fuck, fuck!"
The dildo was doing its thing, and the women were delighted.
"Oh," she told her, "that's beautiful, keep it up, keep it up, baby, keep it up."
Now, the action was going faster and they were enjoying it immensely.
"Oh, baby, that's it, that's the way to do it. Yes baby, keep it up, keep it up, that's it, baby!"
The huge dildo sliding in her, was giving her all of the excitement she could ever ask for. And, she thrust down on it with her hips, rolling around. Linda gripped her buttocks, and pulled her tighter to the dildo.
"That's it, keep it going, keep that dildo going!" she panted, as she watched the other woman struggle to get her vagina muscles over it.
Their bodies were sweating and perspiring, and their fingers were playing with each other's breasts now. Tom Vince was intrigued, and fascinated by the sight of two women making it.
"What a beautiful sight," he smiled, "this is what I call sexual beauty."
His hand pumped quicker, as the girls increased the pace of their fucking.
By keeping the same tempo as the fuckers before him, he was getting some pleasure out of it too.
"Fuck it, baby, fuck, fuck, that's it baby, oh yes, do it!"
The emotions that were surging through them at this point, were really something. Now the girls bent over and kissed. This brought Thomas to climax. He thought he hadn't seen anything so beautiful in years, as the girls' breasts brushed against each other.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" he told them.
Now, he was pumping his meat some more, and he knew he would soon be there. The hot juices were building in his swelling balls.
Finally, he pumped it real hard, gripping it tightly and squeezing. The hot juices shot out of his cock.
"Oh," he gasped, "that's fantastic, keep it up, keep it up baby, keep it up!"
Now, he had reached his climax, and it was just what he wanted.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes, keep it up, keep it up baby."
He had juiced and the cum, spurted down his hand.
The women looked at him, and he laughed and they laughed.
"We're some crazy fuckers, aren't we?" Linda smiled.
"Come over here, darling," she said, "I want you to sit on my face."
Thomas went over to her, and he sat down, straddling her. She reached up and grasped his behind, and let her tongue sweep around it. Then, Thomas threw his arms around Marie. Marie thought this was some trick. There he was kissing her, while Linda was sucking his ass out, and she was letting her cunt slide down on Linda's dildo.
"Oh baby," Thomas said, "this is the kind of weirdo fucks that I like."
It certainly was strange, and he got a big charge out of having his ass licked by one woman while he was making it with another.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes," Thomas Vince cried as he threw his head back and rolled his eyes back and forth as the thrills grew and grew, as the tongue stabbed around there.
"Oh baby, does that ever feel good," he panted.
That moment was one he would never forget. The emotions that he experienced now, were too much.
"Oh, baby, keep that up, keep it up, baby, keep it up!" he told her.
Now, Linda was licking his testicles. Opening her mouth, she took them both in her mouth and slowly sucked. This was followed by his cock which needed servicing. She licked off the tired sperm, and built it back to a new load.
"Suck that cock," he told her, "suck it for me, that's it, eat my prick, suck it baby, suck it, oh yes, suck that prick!"
The sucking action continued and he loved every moment of it.
"Suck that prick, suck it, suck that prick!"
He discovered he could really get a charge out of action like this.
"Oh, baby, that's it, that's it baby, do it, do it!"
Now, he knew what it was like to really get his rocks off.
"Oh, baby, do it, do it!"
He really got turned on, as he finished.
"Oh baby," he told her, "that's beautiful."
She devoured his dick juice, and while she was doing that, he was French kissing the other woman. He loved the feel of getting sucked in, while another woman was kissing him passionately. The exciting emotions were surfacing now, and they were emotions he had always craved.
"Oh baby," he told her, "that's really something else."
This emotion was flipping him out.
"Oh honey," he told her, "that's beautiful. That's really beautiful."
She took her mouth off his penis, and he got off her. Then, Marie slid herself off the dildo and stood up. He looked at Marie and smiled.
"Wasn't that a lot of fun?" he smiled at her.
"I did enjoy it," she admitted.
"Well, I thought you would," he assured her.
They had enjoyed a good time, and he was delighted that they had.
He decided they should have some more drinks, and went to the kitchen to get the chilled champagne which he liked so much. Bringing the champagne bucket back into the bedroom, he poured some into glasses for the three of them. They sat at the edge of the bed, and drank the champagne.
As they drank, they talked.
"How did you get into all this sexual activity?" Linda asked her rather bluntly.
"I don't know," she said, "I just fell into it."
"Well, once you get started on the orgy trips, you just want to keep it up."
"I know that's true," she agreed.
Thomas looked at them both, and said, "I think the reason is my mother deprived me when I was a little boy. I wanted to fuck the neighbor girl, and she wouldn't let me. I'll never forget. I was upstairs in my bedroom, and had this cute little chick's pants off, and was ready to stick my little prick in her. Then, Mother came in and she ended it. She pulled me off the chick, and whipped my ass good."
"Do you think that's why you'd rather watch than do it?" Linda said seriously.
"I'm afraid it is," he explained. "I've gone to the head shrinker, and he told me that my mother's attitude toward sex was the thing that had colored my life negatively."
"I can believe that," Marie Larsen agreed. "My father was very stern. He forbade me ever to go out with boys, and I wonder how he ever thought I was going to learn about sex. It's disgusting the way that he has acted. However, that's all in the past. Now is today. And I'm living at last."
"That, love, is the important part," Linda said sternly. "The past is dead. Let the dead take care of itself. Today, we must live. And we are living, aren't we?"
"As long as I have this champagne and naked women fucking around me, I'm living."
Thomas Vince meant it. He turned back his head and sipped the champagne and looked at the women. Reaching out, he felt both of them. Their breasts appealed to him. He would take his hand from one breast to the other, pinching the nipples and playing with them. Next, he reached down to finger their vaginas. They both lay back and let Thomas have his fun.
"Thomas, you're quite a man," Marie Larsen smiled.
"I'm glad you think so," he said. "You're quite a package of woman. I'll tell you that. Isn't she beautiful, Linda?"
"Oh yes, she is," Linda agreed. "And I'm so glad you've invited me over here. Maybe sometime you and I can get together in my place too. That is, if you want to."
"I'd love to," she said, "if you wouldn't care if I bring Lester, my dog."
"Why, that would be groovy," she agreed. "And maybe you would like to meet my dog, and you could fuck my dog, while I fuck your dog."
"Dog swappers," she chuckled. "That would be fun alright."
CHAPTER SEVEN
She had had a good time with the girl, but she looked forward to Saturday night. But little did she know, what surprise lay in store for her.
"Hey, I'm going to bring another guy over," young Tim told her on the phone when he called her a couple of hours before he was scheduled to arrive.
"Who?" she asked. "Is it another young kid?"
"No," he told her, "it's an older guy I told about you."
"You know I wanted another young stud."
"I can't help it," Tim said, "but this man wants to come."
"I'm sorry," she said, "not interested."
"Oh, don't be that way," he objected, "you could have a lot of fun if you would listen to me."
"No," she said, "I won't do it."
They were arguing, and arguing to the point where she knew there was going to be no compromise.
"Baby," she explained, "I am not going to get involved."
Now, he had an idea of what she was. She was hooked on young kids, and didn't want anything to do with an older man. He hated to have to tell his father, that he couldn't bring him.
He finally decided that was the only way.
"Alright," he agreed, "I'll tell the older guy, and I'll bring the younger one."
"Thank you," she said.
He went back to his father and told him. His father was burned up. However, he had his own ideas of how he would solve it. He told him that he could go right ahead and do anything he wanted, and that he would eventually straighten something out so he could join them. This didn't work out too well, for he had to call Chad and tell him it was back on. Chad was surprised, however, he was willing to go. He had told Chad that she was ill, and now he had to call and tell him that she was well suddenly. Chad thought all of the horsing around, meant his buddy was lying. And, he wasn't wrong. He was lying.
Finally, he and Chad were ready to go over to her place. Chad met him at his house and together they went over.
"Hi there, Chad," he greeted him when he came up to the front porch. "Ready?" he asked.
"Do you want to take your car or mine?"
"Doesn't make any difference," Chad told him frankly.
"Alright, we'll take your car."
He went out to Chad's car, and together the boys drove off. His father looked after him, and he was disgusted. He decided that he would later ball her and let her know what he thought of her making it with his son.
The two boys got to talking, and Chad said, "I've got a lot of ideas about things we could do with this dame."
"Have you?"
"I sure have," he sighed. "And we're going to have a real good time. Now, here's what we'll do."
"Alright," he agreed. "What will we do?"
"We'll do this."
He thought about it for a moment before he could speak. Then he said: "I would like to stick it in her asshole and you could fuck her cunt. We could do that for the first time around."
"Alright," he said, "that would be a lot of fun. And, we would have a good time."
When they got to her apartment, Chad observed, "She lives in a nice place, doesn't she?"
"Yes, she does," Tim agreed.
They parked the car and went up to the apartment and rang the buzzer. As they rang the buzzer, the woman answered and said: "You know, I think this is a rather disgusting thing. One minute you say you're going to bring him, the next minute you want to force someone else, and finally you bring him. I'm so glad you brought him."
"Is that how it happened?" Chad said angrily. "He told me you were sick, and then... " The two boys went into the apartment. "Well, let bygones be bygones," she said, "it's rather disgusting to have someone fighting over you. I've been straight with this boy and given him all the action any woman ever could. Then, for him to double-cross me and not bring you, Chad, really burned the hell out of me."
"Well, if that's the case, it burned the hell out of me too."
Both of them looked at Tim as if he was a devil.
"Now, don't make me out as the bad guy."
"But you are the bad guy," she said belligerently. "You really are. If you will look at this fairly, you will see that. I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry," he said.
She looked at the two boys, and she thought that the best thing to do at this point, was to offer them something to drink.
"Would you like a drink?"
"Sure, you got something sweet and nice?"
"Well, Chad, bourbon and seven is real good. It's sweet and it has some strength."
"Alright," he said. "Mix me a Beam and Seven."
"You ask your brand," she laughed.
She went over to the bar, and had the liquor, and fixed it for him.
"I want the same thing," Tim said, paying no attention to the fact that she never even asked him.
"Alright."
She replied in a clipped short tone. It was obvious to him that she was a bit miffed over the way he had acted toward her.
The three of them sat and drank.
"Chad, how old are you?"
"I'm sweet sixteen, and never been fucked."
"Is that the truth?" she asked.
"No," he admitted, "but it sounds good, doesn't it?"
"Yes, in a way. I like young boys when they are just developing, and they are starting to appreciate their manhood. That's an exciting time for any boy. You know that, don't you?"
"Oh yes, it really is."
She reached over, and felt his cock through his pants. She massaged it till it started to swell.
"You like that, don't you?"
"Oh yes, I do," he agreed.
As the prick became larger and larger, she realized that it was time to unzip his fly and have a little more action. She unzipped his fly and the huge thing jumped out.
"What a cock!" he said. "You like that?"
"You bet I do," she replied.
The giant sized erection fascinated her, and she bent over and started licking the head.
"I told you she was just great, didn't I?" Tim said.
"Yes, and I nearly missed out. Because you thought of double-crossing me. Real nice friend."
He gave him a dirty look, and a dirty dig. Now, he felt guilty as hell. Yet, he didn't want to make too big a fuss about it.
Finally, he paid no attention to anything except her mouth travelling up his buddy's dick. It excited him. Insomuch as his hard on was bothering him, he unzipped his pants. He reached in and fished around for his own dick and brought it out. Then, he pulled his prick out. As he had it there, he reached over to grab her hand and apply it to his own cock. She grasped it quickly and began massaging.
"Pull that meat," he told her, "pull it, pull it!"
Now the meat was being pulled and he loved the feel of it.
"That's it," he told her, "do it baby, do it!"
The meat was being pulled quickly, and he enjoyed it.
"Oh baby," he panted, "do that dick!"
She pulled it swiftly up and down, and he loved the emotion of it.
"Suck that cock," Chad told her. "Suck it for me, suck that prick!"
She sucked one dick while she jacked off the other. The double action made the boys extremely happy.
"Hey baby," Chad said, "I want to fuck your cunt first. You can suck it the second time around, but first time I want to drive it up there."
She pulled her mouth off the cock, and looked at him.
"If that's what you want."
"That's what I want," he nodded.
He got up, and so did she, and then Tim joined them as they headed for the bedroom. Silently, they took off their clothes. They got on the bed, the three of them, and then she looked at both boys.
"Well, one could fuck my asshole and the other could fuck my cunt."
"That's what I thought," Chad smiled. "A triple play."
She pointed to a jar of vaseline that she wanted him to apply to his meat. He walked over and picked it up and opening it applied some to the head of his dick and then to the shaft. Next, he came over and reached down to her behind. He slid a finger between her naked ass cheeks and then got the grease up there. Now, he was ready to stab her. They lay down and he slowly eased his huge dick between her ass cheeks. Next, she got the other cock between her slit. As both cocks surged inside of her, she became turned on.
"Oh, fuck it."
At this point the two boys were extremely excited, and they really rammed it to her. When it came at her from both angles, she became more and more excited.
"Fuck, fuck it baby, fuck it!" both boys panted, as the fucking action continued.
"Oh baby," Chad said, "to think I missed out on your pussy. That would be terrible, really terrible!"
The boys were now giving equal jabs to the cunt and the ass. As she lay there and she felt them coming at her, she became more and more extremely excited.
"Fuck it baby," Chad demanded. "Fuck baby, fuck!"
She gripped his sliding tool with her cunt muscles and went to town.
"Oh wow!" he said, "you've got that technique down pat."
"I should have," she said, "I've done enough fucking."
Both boys were really stabbing into her.
"Oh, ah, yes baby yes, that's it, baby, do it, baby, do it, do it!"
The emotions that they both felt at this second, were too much. They loved each other and they wanted to keep it going just like this.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes, that's it!" Chad panted.
Now, she was beside herself with sexual excitement. The unusual pattern of the sexual activity, had frightened her at first. Yet, as she thought of new positions and increasing ways of pleasure, she Was delighted that she could do this. Her frigidity was over, and now a strong sexual urge was ridding her of any frustrations she had ever felt.
The action had built to the breaking point, and he could hardly stand it now.
"Fuck baby, fuck!" he panted. "Yes, that's what I want. Now, baby, oh do it, do it baby, do it!"
With both men thrusting, they were building up a pace. One tried to keep his pace with the other and soon they were ready to gush.
"Oh, that's it, do it!"
Suddenly, they both decided to juice at once. And as she kept her ass muscles moving in time to her cunt muscles, it was made possible. First, Chad got his rocks off.
"Ohhhh, ahhhh, yes, I'm juicing, I'm juicing!"
Chad juiced, and he was thrilled as she gripped it and twirled her butt around.
She accommodated the other boy who was stabbing her asshole. As she twisted her butt around for Chad who was sticking it in her cunt, it acted as a catalyst to Tim who was stabbing her asshole good.
The excitement that he felt as he got his rocks off now, was too much. He enjoyed it even more with his buddy doing it. Now, she let them both slide out of her, and Lester the dog wanted his.
"Are you going to let the dog fuck you?" Chad smiled.
"I guess he told you I fuck dogs."
"Yes, he did," Chad admitted.
Now, Chad was enjoying the sight of the dog getting up on the bed and sniffing at her vagina. The dog got his nose down in there, and then he stabbed her hole.
"Fuck me, fuck me baby, fuck me, this is what I want. Oh yes baby, this is what I want."
The feelings that were going through her body at this moment were almost too much.
"Oh, yes baby, fuck. Fuck, baby, fuck!"
Now, he had made his decision to get his charge, and he was getting it in spades. Watching the dog do it to her was exciting for both boys. They both sat on the side of the bed, and she reached over to grip their proud pricks. She jacked them off while the dog fucked her.
"You don't mind, do you, Lester?" she asked the dog.
The dog could have cared less. He was get ting his, and that was all that he cared about. She played with their cocks and had a ball.
"Oh fuck," he said, "fuck, fuck faster."
This was the moment she had waited for. It was an exciting trip for her, and she enjoyed every second of it.
"Oh, yes baby, yes, do it!"
The emotions she felt flashing through her as the dog suddenly juiced, and the two boys did at the same time, were too much. She twisted her head this way and that, trying to watch both boys and glancing down at the dog who was thrusting his tool in her, in hard wild thrusts.
She threw her pelvis up, her cunt muscles clasping the sliding shaft. The boys were so excited at watching, it made them juice.
"That's quite an achievement," Chad told her proudly. "You really know a lot about fucking. I can see that. I'm sure glad I got invited to this little orgy."
"So am I," Tim said. "I was under pressure to invite you, but I'm glad I did. You see, I told another man about having sex with her. That did it. He wanted in, and I didn't know of any way to get him out."
"You see, baby," she explained, "you've got to keep your mouth shut, you can't tell everybody. Keep your lips zippered."
"I am sorry," he said, "and I mean sorry. It's absurd for me to tell anybody about our having a good time. It's only when we have a good time that counts, not what they think or want. That's their business."
"Right on," she laughed, "you've got to be hard hearted when it comes to saving what you want for yourself. And, this sex is just for you and me. That's it."
The emotions that were surfacing through them both now were something else. The dog pulled his pecker meat out of her, and went over to the corner and lay down and curled up like a good boy. She released her hand grip on the two boys' pricks which also had exploded, and she wiped her hands on the bed sheets.
"I can see I'm going to have to do a lot of laundry when you boys go," she chuckled.
"Well, it will be worth it," Chad smiled. "It will be happy-cum laundry."
"Why, Chad," she said, "you almost sound like a poet. I write poetry, you know."
"So do I," he said. "Remember that one 'a rose is a rose is a rose'?"
"Why yes, wasn't it beautiful?"
"Well, mine goes: A cocksuck, is a cock- suck, is a cocksuck. And the same rhyme applies to a fuck. You see, it would go: a fuck, is a fuck, is a fuck."' "That's beautiful," she said. "You really have talent. Maybe you should enter that in some prize. You'd be surprised the things that are winning awards these days."
"I know," the other kid chuckled. "There was that teacher who read some poem in school that she thought was beautiful. They wanted to bounce her, but they let her stay, because it was a great lesson in art."
"What was she doing?"
"Well," Tim explained, "she was reading some dirty thing about Mary had a little twat and it was about fucking and all."
"But it sounds unsavory for school, doesn't it?"
"School kids these days are different," Chad said. "I mean we have our own pushers, we have our own whores, we have our own orgies. School is a lot different today than when you used to go to school."
"Well, that's true," she said. "Things were a little different then, I must admit. And I think they were a little happier. People today are so bold."
"I know," Chad said. "Do you think it's fair to let pussy hair show in hot pants?"
"What a question?"
"What a pussy," he chuckled. "You should have seen this chick I saw at school. She was wearing hot pants up to here, I mean everything showed. At least she could have shaved it if she was going to wear them that close, don't you think there ought to be a law against that sort of thing?"
"What do you mean?"
"Indecent exposure," he said, "it's indecent to see the pussy hairs sticking out of the corners of the hot pants, isn't it?"
"It depends how you define indecency?"
"That is true," Tim agreed. "For example, I wouldn't find it indecent to look at a pretty pussy. As a matter of fact, I'd find it a nice thing. Anybody who wants to show me their pussy is welcome to do it."
"How nice," she replied.
Now, the three of them were laughing. "Now, what shall we do next?" she asked. "That's a problem," Chad said, "after you've done so many things, you almost run out of things to do. But let's give it some thought."
"I've got it," he said. "We could do a sixty- nine, couldn't we? And one of us could fuck your asshole."
"I get her for the sixty-nine," Tim said, "because I just finished fucking her ass."
"That's right, Chad," she reminded him. "He did do my asshole, so by all rights he should be the next for another type of sex. I think a sweet sixty-nine with Tim would be delightful. And you can get a load of how my ass feels. It's nice and slick with his cum."
"I don't know as I want to slide it up there, with his juices still in it."
"Look," Tim said angrily. "My pecker juice is nice smooth coasting for you, as you slip your prick up there."
"You've got a point," he agreed. "Maybe that's the way to do it."
Now, he was eager to stab the asshole with his prick. He jabbed it up there, and it didn't take long.
"Fuck it," he said, "do it baby, do it!"
The fucking sensations were flashing through them both, and it was almost too much.
"Oh yes," he panted, "that is beautiful."
In hard, jabbing motions, Chad got his cock up her ass. Next, Tim got so that his prick was facing her mouth and her cunt was facing his mouth.
"Suck my pussy," she smiled down at Tim.
"Don't worry about me none, baby, I never refuse a good piece of snatch yet."
"I believe," she giggled.
Next, the hot tongue lashed away.
Now, they were eager and anxious to have some fun.
"Oh baby," she panted. "That's beautiful. Yes baby, yes, keep it up."
The emotions that she felt going through her now, were too much.
"Oh baby," she panted, "this is fantastic. I can lick your dick and you can suck my cunt and you can fuck my ass. That is what I call a spectacular three-way."
The dog, Lester, watched from the corner. It did bug him a little that there wasn't any place for him to join in the orgy. He thought it was unfair to dogs that this was so and did not appreciate this sort of sexual discrimination, just because he was a beautiful white dog.
"Oh, suck my meat," Tim cried out. "That's it, Marie, eat it!"
Marie's mouth travelled down his dick, and she fingered his nuts as she sucked his tool.
"Suck that for me," he told her. "Suck it, suck it good!"
The emotions that were flashing through them at this point, were too much. Now, they were really going to town.
"Suck it baby, suck it!" he told her.
Faster and faster his mouth slipped into her slit, and his hot tongue lashed inside. He probed, touching the neck of her womb, licking the labia, and playing with the clitoris. She loved the way he experimented with his tongue roaming around inside of her moist cave.
"Oh, what an ass you've got for fucking," Chad said. "Your ass is tighter than your pussy, baby. This is too much. Say, isn't it a shame Lester can't join us."
Lester's long eyes reached Chad. And, he understood how eager the dog was to get his rocks off the second time. The dog came over to the side of the bed now and wagged his tail. He thought perhaps the glance had reached his friend, communicating his urgent needs.
"Fuck it, baby, fuck it," he begged.
Now, the action was really going to town.
"Oh baby," he panted, "How beautiful, keep that going, baby. Keep it going!"
The hard driving cock rammed in there, and she loved it. Her ass muscles gripped his sliding tool, and gave him thrills and electrified his spinal cord. The tingling spine was matched by his legs, which felt the sensations clear down to the tingling toes. "Fuck it baby, fuck it, oh yes baby, fuck!" As he raced into her asshole, he reached around to grip her breasts and pinch the nipples excitedly.
"Oh," he panted, "that's too much, baby, that's too much."
The sensational feelings that he was experiencing now were driving him up the wall.
"Oh, baby, yes, do it, do it baby, do it!"
She turned to tell him, "I'm so glad you like it."
She loved the feel of his hands on her breasts, and the young boy's tongue slipping up her cunt. This was action, real sex action, and she was all woman, and was proving it now.
"Fuck baby, fuck!"
The emotions surging through her now were too much.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes, do it baby, do it!"
At this point, she wanted to juice, but she held herself back so the thrills could last longer.
"Oh honey, what an asshole. You could win an ass fucking contest peckers down."
She looked at him and laughed, "Maybe I should have a contest. Line up all you young boys and let you all fuck me, and see who can fuck me the quickest, I mean shoot his load off the fastest."
"A great idea," Tim said, lifting up from her vagina where he was licking at it.
They laughed a moment or two, and then they decided that they would continue with their fucking until they all came.
In hard driving thrusts he threw it in there and fucked.
"Fuck it, fuck it baby, grind your ass around. That's it, honey, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
The hard driving pecker went up there, and exploded.
"Oh," he panted, "that's beautiful. That's beautiful. Oh yes baby, yes, do it baby, do it!"
The pleasure that they derived from their fucking was something out of sight. Now, the action had proceeded and the two of them were licking away at each other's genitals. The boy who had done his ass fucking was deriving a pleasure from watching the other buddy of his licking at her slit. It was fuck and suck time.
The sound of their slurping at each other's genitals was intriguing to Chad. He loved to - hear them slurping and sucking and licking. Then he watched her mouth travel up and down Tim's prick. It was a beautiful sight, as her fingers played around her buttocks, and one finger slid up his asshole and she sucked.
"Suck that," he told her, "suck my meat for me!"
She wrapped her mouth around it, and continued sucking and the experience was almost too much for her.
They both enjoyed it enormously and then he shot his load. The huge pecker exploded in her mouth, and she sucked the juices vigorously.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes, suck it for me, suck that juicy dick, suck it!"
Now, she was ready to shoot too. He got down there, and licked all around the clit, and got it to the point where she couldn't hold back a second longer. The hot juices gushed, and exploded in his mouth. He sucked and slurped and loved it.
"Oh," he panted, "that's beautiful."
"Put your mouth back on my pussy and start eating it some more."
He slid his mouth back there and began licking some more. It was a pleasant moment for them, and they sucked up a storm.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes, eat it baby, eat that snatch. Yes baby, eat it, that's it, eat that pussy."
The emotions that had been generated by this action were almost too much.
"Oh, baby," he looked at her and smiled, "I really enjoyed eating your snatch."
She held his huge proud penis in her hand, and gripping it and squeezing it smiled and laughed.
"Honey, you sure gave me a good load."
"Well, I'm glad I did," he said. "I drink my milk."
"So do I," she said. "Right out of the pecker."
Now, Chad was slipping his tool out of her asshole. He got up and went over to the dog.
"Lester is jealous. He wants to fuck you too."
"Do you think he would like to have my asshole?" she asked Chad curiously.
"Well, I think he would love that."
"Lester, come over here."
Lester darted over to the bed, and she got up on all fours, as she had done before. The dog put his paws on her behind, and then she straightened him up so that he could get that dick in there just right.
"Help him, Chad."
Chad reached down and guided the dog's tool into her asshole, and then she lurched back. The cock shoved in and the dog and the woman were fucking.
"Look at that dog go," Tim chuckled. "See, Chad, what I told you. This is really a wild sex trip. This woman means business. She doesn't play around. She really fucks."
"I know," Chad said. "This has been a fuck night I'll never forget, I'll tell you that."
The dog's hard tool raced up there, to explosion time.
"Fuck me, Lester," she panted. "Fuck me, Lester baby, do it, baby, do it!"
Almost as if the dog could hear her talking, and could respond to what she had to say, he shot.
"Oh," he gasped. "That's it, do it, do it baby, do it!"
Now, the excitement had built to the point Where they were ready to make it go off.- "Oh, ah, yes baby, yes, do it!"
The dog's huge tool kept going in her, and she loved it.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes, that's it, do it baby, do it!"
At this point the emotions went through her body as they never had before.
"Oh, ah, yes, Lester, fuck me, Lester, fuck me, Lester, that's what I want, more action baby, faster, fuck it baby, fuck it like that."
The dog stabbed his tool into her, and he was flipping out of his gourd.
"Oh, ah, yes Lester, yes Lester baby, do me, do me baby, do me!"
The emotions that she was sustaining now were nearly too much.
"See how that dog fucks her butt?" Chad said nervously. "It makes me nervous just standing there watching. I've never seen anything like it."
"You never will," his buddy Tim replied. , And then Lester made it. The dog's hot juices shot up her rectum, and his dog balls jiggled at her buttocks.
"Oh, I've had it," she grunted and groaned. "I've had it. I've had it, I've had it."
Now the dog was slipping his giant prick out of her asshole, and that was the end of it.
"Oh, what a fuck night," she said, as she turned over on her back and spread her legs out and clutched the sheet with her hands. She rolled her head back and forth on the pillow, and looked at the boys.
"Well," she smiled, "we had a good time tonight, didn't we?"
"We sure as hell did," he laughed.
At this point, they were eager to trip out.
"Do you think," he laughed, "that we will be able to think of anything else to do?"
"Not tonight, boys," she said. "No, we've had enough."
"Well, I sort of would like one more thing," Chad suggested.
"What on earth is that?" she asked.
"I've always wanted a chick to eat my ass out."
"Well, I can do that," she told Chad.
Chad quickly straddled her face, and slid down over her mouth. Suddenly the tongue lashed around, and she was stabbing his asshole.
"Oh, lick it, lick my ass, that's what I like, yes, lick it, oh asslicker, lick."
The ass licking action was really something else.
"Oh baby," he told her, "that's sweet. Yes baby, lick it, lick that ass."
Now, the hot tongue stabbed the asshole and he loved it. Reaching out, he grabbed his tool and slid back and forth.
"Oh baby," he told her, "that's it, baby, do it baby, do it!"
Now, the emotions were flashing through his body as he pumped his meat and she sucked his ass.
"You've got me horny just watching," his buddy Tim said.
Even Lester perked up his ears and watched. Lester was becoming disturbed, having had his balls agitated so much by all this fucking going on. He wished his mistress would sell him to some quiet calm little old lady from Pasadena. He was tired of being this upwrought with an oversexed woman. Yet, being a dog he had no say about where he should go. It's a dog's life, he thought to himself.
"Suck that ass for me," Chad demanded as he pumped his meat. "Eat ass, that's what I like, lick it, you asslicker, oh yes baby, eat my ass out, oh suck baby, suck!"
The more she sucked, the harder and faster he pulled on his prick. He pulled it so that his balls were jiggling beneath him, and he loved the emotion he was feeling.
"Oh," he grunted, "that's beautiful, yes baby, keep that up. Yes baby, do it, baby, do it!"
At this point, he wondered how much longer his thrills could last. It was almost too much.
However, he didn't have long to wonder for he soon splattered in his hand as her tongue continued stabbing his butt. Now, he looked at her and laughed.
"Thank you, asslicker," he patted her on the tits, as he pulled his body off her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The two boys took their leave and left her alone. Now, she had only Lester, to lick her tits for her, and lick her snatch. She always put some honey or something nice for Lester on herself so he would enjoy sucking her. In a way, she felt as if it was a bribe and not a nice thing to do. Yet, she enjoyed giving the dog his kicks.
"Lester baby," she said nervously, "you enjoy eating Mamma?"
Lester couldn't answer, but his tongue answered well enough for him. He lapped up her juices when she started to drip a little around there.
As the two boys were walking home, they were chatting.
"Well," he said, "what do you think of that?"
"You know," Tim replied, "we really are bad boys to make her do everything we did tonight."
"Well, she wanted to," Chad said. "It's not our fault."
"Oh yes it is," he explained. "Because I'll tell you why."
He was silent for a long time, and for a second or two Chad wondered why he didn't speak.
"Cat got your tongue?"
"No," he said. "I just feel guilty about a lot of things. A helluva lot of things. I'm a bastard, you know that? That woman is a neurotic on sex, and I'm taking advantage of her, and so are you."
"What do you mean taking advantage of her?" Chad said. "I'm glad we found a woman we can ball with. And, I mean to fuck her again. She's a nice piece of ass."
"I'm not denying that," he assured him. "But, remember this, there isn't a reason in the world why we can't have a good fuck."
"Yes, there is. That woman is confused mentally. She isn't right, or she wouldn't be doing things with that dog."
"That's a lot of hogwash," Chad insisted. "And I mean it. I know plenty of women who had sex with dogs. Not personally, mind you, but I've read about them. These women sit on little stools and let the dog slip it to them. They need something up there, and there aren't enough cocks to go around. During the war, what do you think women were going to do?"
"Well," he said, "I don't know."
"Well, I do," he said.
It was easy to see that the boys looked at it in a completely different manner. They parted and went their separate ways and then Tim went to his house that night, and was surprised to find his father not there.
"Where is Dad?" he asked his mother who was in her robe watching a late night movie.
"I have a pretty good idea," she said sternly- "What do you think happened, Mom?"
"Your father plays around a lot," she said. "I won't cover for the bastard any more. It's disgusting, and I mean disgusting."
"I'm sorry, Mom," he told her. "I really am."
"That bastard," she complained, "married to me all these years, and fucking other women."
"Mom, you shouldn't say fucking."
"Well, how else do you describe what he's doing? You can't say intercoursing other women, can you?"
"Well, you could say having sex with other women, couldn't you, Mom?"
"I'm past feeling refined," she said. "My pussy has gone without a pecker too long."
"Well, what do you expect me to do about it?" he said.
"Nothing," she said, "that would be incest."
"What's incest, Mom?"
"Incest, is when you have sex with someone in your family. And, I'm not suggesting that you turn into a motherfucker."
"Well, I wouldn't," he said. "I don't think you have that much on the ball."
"How dare you, you little bastard," she snapped.
"Well, Mom, if I'm a bastard, what does that make you?"
She quit looking at the television show and came after him. Tim ran up the stairs laughing and holding his hands over his head. "Sorry about that Mom, dear."
He went into the bedroom, and thought about his father and the sucking machine. He thought it would be nice to go to sleep, listening to soft music and having the sucking machine play. No doubt about it, his father was probably out balling some chick, and he thought if he could borrow his sucking machine, it might lull him to sleep. Therefore, he decided to go down the hall to his mother's and dad's bedroom and find it. He found it very difficult to find it, however, as his father had hidden it in the closet. At last he came upon it in its small container. It was a wonder his mother didn't find it. However, his father had it back of some sports magazines where he figured she would never look. He pulled the small box out and silently walked back to his bed room. He opened up the door, and then went to bed and put the rubber head over his cock. Next, he turned on the juice, so the machine would start in slow gear. He played the radio and he tried to drift off to sleep as the sucking machine slowly sucked at his prick.
As the machine sucked, he was getting more and more excited. As he got more and more stimulated, he wanted another music station. This slow music didn't fit the machine at all.
He turned the radio to find some faster music that would fit the sucking motion of the sucking machine. The faster music made him feel happy. Rock was good music for a cock- suck.
Now, he lay back and turned it to the number two speed. It was pulling his prick faster. He marvelled what it would do as it sucked. He decided he would use his imagination a little and pretend it was his lover, the woman who owned the pet store, eating his prick.
"Oh baby," he panted under his breath. "Eat my meat!"
It was sucking on the huge prick, and he enjoyed it.
Suddenly he turned it to third gear, he was so excited.
"Suck it baby, eat my prick, eat it, eat it!"
He was so absorbed in the sucking machine's sucking motion that he didn't even notice steps coming down the hall. All at once the door was flung open and his mother stood there glowering at him.
"Well, Tim," she gasped. "What on earth are you doing?"
"Nothing, Mom," he said.
"I'm afraid I can't believe, Tim. I heard voices up here. You snuck a woman in here?" Wasting no time, she came over to the bed where the machine was making its movements. She thought it was a woman's head. She pulled back the covers and got a jolt.
"Oh no!" she gasped. "You mean you've got a machine doing that to your dick? It's disgusting, disgusting."
The machine continued sucking, and as fate would have it, it juiced as she watched. "Where on earth did you get that, Tim?"
"Does it make any difference?"
"It certainly does," she said. "Someone must share the guilt for this. You're but a minor, my dear boy, and you are using a device like this. That's for an older demented man."
"Like Dad?" he said.
"Does Dad use that?" she demanded.
"When you won't blow him, he has to, Mom."
"You must be out of your mind to think I would do things that are done by whores."
"If more wives would do more things that whores do, there would be fewer whores and more wives."
"My dear," she gasped, "I ought to wash your mouth out with soap."
"Well, right now I have to wash my prick off with soap because it's full of sticky cum."
"You crude little... " she said. "At least I didn't call you a bastard."
"No, because you thought about what that would make you."
"True," she said. "Well, I'll get out of here. It's a bit embarrassing to see one's son like this."
"I can stand it if you can," he told her. "And, don't come in without knocking."
"Well," she said, "I certainly wish that I had not. I wouldn't have to go through this nightmarish experience."
"Sorry you've got to suffer," he said. "I really am. And I'm sorry for you. Sorry for you and Dad both, missing out on a lot of fun. It's too bad that you can't enjoy life a little more."
"Well," she said, "you can't have everything."
She left him alone and he got off the bed, slipping the rubber head off the machine, and some of the penis juice was dripping down on the floor. He went to the bathroom and washed his peter off. And then he thought about his father.
If he could have seen what his father was doing, he would have thought a lot more. His father, was rapping on the door of the woman he had left behind.
"Who is it?" she called out, as she heard the strange knocking late at night.
"An old friend," his father said.
"I don't know you, do I?"
"It's Lou," he said.
"Lou who?" she asked.
"Does it really make any difference to you?" She opened the door and got a load of his father.
"Well, do come in. I think I've met you at the shop, haven't I?"
"Yes, I've taken the dog in to you."
"And you made some eyes at me because you wanted to get into my pants, isn't that right too?"
"Mind reader," he chuckled. "Yes, baby, I was really eager to get some sex with you. But, baby, you kept refusing me. It wasn't nice of you after all. You know, baby, every man needs to get his rocks off now and then."
The happy excitement, that she felt surge through her after all the fucks with the kids and all the drinks that she had had, as well as screwing the dog, had brought her to the brink of wanting to fuck everybody.
"Come in," she smiled. "But to whom do I owe this honor?"
"I just wanted to fuck you."
"But how did you know where I live?"
"I just looked up Marie Larsen in the phone book."
"You remembered my name," she said, smiling.
"Oh yes," he said. "My balls always remember a beautiful babe."
"How nice of you to say that," she said. "Has that line gotten results lately?"
"Oh yes," he said, "enough. I get my rocks off when I need to."
"That's good," she said. "I'm really glad for you. You know, you're quite a man, you really are."
"Well," he said, "I need to fuck like any other guy. But my wife is rather boring. She doesn't like to do the different things. And somehow I guess you would enjoy having sex wild ways."
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said, innocently now.
"You know what I mean, oral sex."
"What does oral mean?"
"It means you use your mouth," he said. "You know what kind of sex that is."
"I'm afraid I know what you're talking about," she said. "It's quite indecent. And, I don't like to discuss it."
"You don't have to discuss it, as long as you do it."
"Alright, you may come in. But let me warn you, I'm not an easy pushover. I have respectability, don't I, Lester?"
"You have another man in here?"
"Yes, I do," she said. "He's sitting right over there."
He looked at the big white dog, and laughed.
"Don't laugh at him," she said. "He's all male, and I can prove it."
"I read you," he said. "You're a dog fucker."
"I have been known to have a little sex with the dogs."
"Well, that's nice," he said. "That's real nice."
They had a good laugh, and then he came in.
"It's warm in here, isn't it?"
"I know what you're saying," she smiled. "You were saying you'd like to strip."
"Precisely," he smiled.
He began taking off his jacket and she looked at his huge hard on pressing against his pants.
"You came in the nick of time, I can see that."
"Is it obvious?"
"Of course it is," she said. "A big banana like that is always obvious."
He reached down and stroked his cock through his pants.
"Well, I'm real proud of this banana," he told her. "I really am."
Now, that his pride was swelling, he was chuckling to himself.
"Baby," he said, "how would you like to suck on it?"
"Is that a decent question to ask a decent girl?"
"It is these days," he said. "About ninety- five percent of the people are giving blow jobs to each other."
"Really?" she said, "and is that including pussy eating?"
"Naturally," he smiled. "Sixty-nine is the favorite number in the country. We ought to put it up there in the Constitution. Everybody has a right to sixty-nine."
"Well," she said, "for your information there are laws against some of this oral sexual relationships."
"There shouldn't be," he said. "It should be in the marriage vow. To love, honor, obey and sixty-nine."
"You do have a dirty mind," she said. "You really do."
"Don't play innocent. Take your clothes off, and I'll show you a thing or two."
She still was reluctant to pay too much attention to him, and couldn't quite place his name. This bothered her and it nagged at her. She knew there was some connection with some other person who came into the shop, but she couldn't quite make that bridge. "Now, I've got my shirt off, and all I've got left is my pants."
"Oh, come on," she said. "I'm not curious as to what you look like."
"Yes," he said, "you are. But you can't admit it. It might trip up your ego. But baby, you're damned curious to get your mouth over my prick and suck."
"Are you full of ESP?"
"No, but sometimes I've tried LSD," he said. "I have a little pot right here," she said. "And I think I need some now."
"Give me some too," he said. "Alcohol isn't doing it for me anymore."
"Well, love, pot may just be the answer." She went and got a couple of cigarettes, and then she was nervous about it.
"You sure you're not going to report me?"
"Would I report you? I don't know."
She finally decided that it was safe and lit her cigarette and handed one over to him.
"I don't want any," he said. "I'm high on my own juices."
At this point he let his pants drop, and she got a load of his huge penis which was poking out of his shorts.
"I see what you mean," she said. "Well, how tall are you?"
"I'm six foot two," he smiled, "and my cock is seven inches and a half."
"That's tall enough and long enough," she said. "But I'll tell you this, I'm much more interested in the seven and a half inches, than I am in the six feet and two inches. What can I do with six feet and two inches?"
"That would pose a problem," he laughed. "Now baby, get on your knees and crawl over to me."
"I crawl to no man," she said.
"Who do you crawl to?" he said. "Women or dogs?"
"I think you're being insolent," she snapped. "You're disgusting."
"I've been told that before," he laughed.
"Well, I will never crawl to you."
He removed his belt from his pants, and lashed it across her naked ass.
"You'll crawl."
"I'll crawl," she said, as she got on her hands and knees and began crawling across the floor.
"Now that's what I like," he smiled. "That's better, baby, that's much better."
At this moment, he was eager to do his thing.
"Honey," he cried, "do you like me?"
"I can't stand you," she said, "but your prick isn't too bad."
"What did you expect, nine inches?"
"You can't win them all," she said, as she got on her hands and knees.
The dog looked at her curiously, unable to figure out what she was doing. However, when she did get on her hands and knees, he thought maybe she was a dog, and he didn't understand this. So, he went and sniffed at her behind.
"That's a big charge," he chuckled. "The dog thinks you are another dog."
"As long as he doesn't mount me," she said.
"Oh, he is," he chuckled. "That would be beautiful. The dog can fuck your asshole, while I have you sucking on my dick."
"That would make a nice picture, wouldn't it?" she said. "I'm glad you don't have a camera."
"Well, I'm sorry I didn't bring one," he said. "I would like to shoot some pictures while I shoot my pecker."
"Oh, you have a dirty foul mind," she said. "You really do. Are you men all alike?"
"Yes," he smiled. "And that's what you women love about us, our dirty foul minds."
Now she was even with his body, and she reached up and gripped his knees. Then, she grasped his cock and began sucking.
"Suck that cock," he told her. "Suck it baby, suck it, that's what I want. Yes baby, yes, eat that prick!"
She sucked on the huge banana, and she loved it.
"Suck it baby, suck it," he told her. "Yes baby, that's beautiful, keep sucking honey, keep sucking. That's what I want, oh yes baby, that's what I need. Oh honey, eat that prick!" Now that she was getting her kicks, she was enjoying it enormously.
"Suck that cock," he told her, "suck it, baby, suck it!"
The emotions she felt at this moment were too much. The huge tool was slipping down her throat and the dog suddenly got on her behind and stabbed his dick right up her ass- hole.
Finally, he shot his load, and a moment later, the dog got his gun off too. Feeling the pecker-juice spurting into her from two places, intensified her pleasure greatly.
Then, the dog pulled his penis out, and so did her male lover. She collapsed in a heap, as she watched him get dressed.
When he turned to walk away, she clutched at his leg.
"Where you going?"
"Out of this hell hole," he laughed, "I'm tired of watching dog fuckers. It's fun once or twice, but fucking dogs is dirty."
He pulled his leg away from her abruptly, kicking her chin in the process.
"You hurt me," she complained, as she rubbed her chin which was paining her.
"That's too bad," he smiled, as he went out the door, and left her alone, with tears and untamed lust.