In his book. The Sexual Revolution, Benjamin Morse, M. D., observes: "Because of the form of wife-swapping, the organized "nature of it, the equation with fun and modernity and liberalism, the wife-swappers have succeeded in transforming a vice into something that seems to be positively virtuous." The eminent doctor no doubt would agree that one of those virtues is the successful closing of the generation gap: youthful studs finding immense satisfaction in the experience of older women, and older husbands finding that young chicks can be a revivifying aid to the art of lovemaking.
CHAPTER ONE
"Oh, what a nice, big prick, honey!" May Evans cried, as Steve Justin lowered his swim trunks.
Nancy West smiled, staring avidly into May's rented suite through her convenient peep-hole. Her big island Health Center had been designed so that she could look in on the sexual activities of her customers. The broads who came for slimming treatments had to be at least forty. Nancy was fifty herself, and she knew what ninety per cent of her guests needed-good, stiff, young prick.
Steve, at fifteen, was her most promising young stud. He was officially a bus boy, but his main job was to screw the middle-aged, fuck-starved old cunts who came for "treatment". They loved it, and they paid well for it.
"Show me your cunt, baby," Steve said, moving toward the bed where May was sprawled in a pale-red wrapper. May had fine, big tits for a dame her age.
"Oh, you foul-mouthed young devil!" May laughed, obviously delighted.
After May had registered the night before, she had noticed the young men working around the club and dining room, and after Nancy had given her the pitch, May had become tremendously excited. She had spotted Steve immediately, and since May was quite wealthy and had definite class, Nancy had arranged an afternoon fuck-date.
Of course, I didn't tell May I was going to watch her get the prong, Nancy thought. That's my own thing ... and so is young pussy. She went into Lake City for the latter. She didn't want that fresh, dainty stuff at her resort island; the young studs might be distracted. Their job was to fuck and lap and suck the middle-aged broads. If they got some young pussy off duty that was their own business.
The only exception to Nancy's ironclad rule of young boys and old dames on her island retreat was Connie Steen, the girl who tended bar and took care of the older cunts who wanted a Lesbian go-around. Connie was terrific. At twenty-four, she was a she-devil with her tongue; she was pretty, plump and blonde-and utterly sensual.
She hated men, which was just what Nancy needed. Of course, some of her middle-aged female "attendants" were handy with various devices to give the customers vibration or dildo "treatments". Some old broads wouldn't cheat on their husbands insofar as taking on a young stud, but there were many ways to give the frustrated middle-aged cunts what they wanted most-orgasms.
Send 'em away happy and satisfied, that was Nancy's slogan. Her place was so popular she had a long waiting list. She picked her customers. And she investigated their backgrounds before she admitted them. She couldn't afford a scandal.
May sat up on the edge of the bed and opened her wrapper. Those dark-tipped breasts were sensational! Nancy had watched Steve operating before; he was quite a tit man. May was firmly rounded all over, but her mounds were even firmer. They stuck out a foot!
"Do you like these, honey?" May laughed, waving her sex-flags.
"Jesus, not bad," Steve laughed. "But I still can't see your cunt."
May, who had been sipping martinis before Steve's arrival, giggled like a school-girl. She opened her long thighs wide and tilted her dark-bushed twat toward him. Nancy's tongue began to turn hard.
I'd like to suck that, Nancy thought, shivering. I wonder if she'd go for it? She's a sexy bitch.
"Great!" Steve exclaimed, his prick enlarging. He had a wonderful ten-incher; the broads went nuts over it.
Nancy herself hadn't screwed Steve yet; so far she had kept her hands away from her immediate employees. She had her own thing she enjoyed with her dildoes, and she preferred young pussy to young prick. Oh, how exciting it was to get a very tender teen-aged girl all spread out so she could lap the juicy hole!
"Are you going to play with me now, honey?" May asked, wiggling her hips suggestively.
"How do you want it, baby?" Steve chuckled. His cock was at full mast, now. It looked over two inches thick, larger at the knob. His foreskin was crawling back, exposing the pink apricot. A few drops of joy-juice oozed from his hole. May's slit looked wet already. Her little pecker was standing up, clearly visible between the puffed upper labia.
"Kiss me and tickle around first, huh?" May giggled.
"On the cunt?"
"Oh, you nasty young thing!" she cooed. "Later for that."
He sat down at her right and palmed the end of a thrusting tit. The wide, smoky aureoles swelled even more, her nipples erected. Steve was good with a pair of tits, he fanned his fingers up and over and around the mounds, while May trembled and reached for his rock-hard young prick.
Nancy, secure in her hiding place, opened the top of her frock, unhooked her bra, and prepared to fully enjoy herself. Peeping was such delicious fun! The hole she peered through was carefully camouflaged; she sat on a high, padded stool, and she had plenty of freedom for hip-wiggles and leg kicks. Her secret passage was amply sound-proofed. A very cute and expensive arrangement, but shit, what was more fun than sex? She had fallen in love once, and it had cost her a lot of money. No more of that crap.
As Steve played with May's tits and kissed her on the mouth, Nancy felt the sweet, hot juices leaking into her panty-crotch. Wow! Those tits of May's were really coning out and stiffening. She weaved them against Steve's playful fingers. Delicious!
May Evens loved a slow cunt and tit build-up, something she never had received from her soft-pricked husband, Al. He was good to her in every department except fucking; so she had made up her mind to get some on the side. A girl friend at Spokane had-told her about this island Health Club establishment, and now she was here, enjoying a young stud who couldn't be over fifteen years of age!
And what a prick! Al's cock wasn't half that large and when he had been younger it had fit rather well into her cunt. Now, about once a month, he dropped it in and she wiggled around beneath him until it stiffened, just before the climax. A few groans and hunches and he was finished, his weak load of come in her starved box. It was horrible to have to wait so long for meat.
The past few years she had been using a dildo, but that wasn't really satisfactory, either. This was what she craved-rock-hard cock fastened to a young boy who could come and come and come.
How wise he was, and how dirty he talked! But she liked it. She was forty-seven. If she didn't start swinging now she might never have the chance. When she returned home to Spokane she was going to do some looking around; maybe her son, Donald, had some boy friends who wouldn't mind shooting come in an old woman's cunt.
The idea of fucking very young men was terribly sexy. Nancy West was a smart old operator.
Now, with Steve fondling her tits as they hadn't been fondled for ages-except when she did it herself-she was turning on, on, on! That rigid cock in her hand was sending thrills up her arm to her achy breast and down to her drippy twat. His tongue was diving in her mouth, drawing more sensual stings from her body.
I'm almost ready to go off! she thought, dizzy with joy. I haven't been tickled into a climax since I was a teen-ager! Ohhhh, my cunt is just twitching with anticipation!
Drawing her mouth from his, she squirmed her hips and panted. "Honey, tickle my crotch! I'm about to have it!"
He tipped her backward on the bed, his mouth found a throbbing nipple, his hand fastened on her cunt. His lip sucks pulled dreamy tingles from her tits, his finger dived sweetly into her slickened twat.
"Ohhhh!" she wailed fiercely, climbing the dreamy fuck-slope toward her come-off. Her hips arched toward his hand, his finger stroked faster and faster ... Almost, ohhh, almost ... The excitement of a new place, a new young man, soared her passion high, high, higher!
"OHHH NOW!" she yelled, her hips lurching, her thighs shaking. Beat after beat of come-fun rocked her pelvis, her clitoris. Her titties quivered, the nipple in his lips seemed to burst with her feverish delight.
"Ohhhh--ohhh-ohhhh, honey!" she panted, coasting down, quieting, drinking in the elixir of the sugary after-tingles, while her cunt oozed a flood of fresh hot fuck-juice. She often wished she could squirt when she banged her cannon, like a man. She wished white stuff would shoot out of her clit when she went off!
I'm just an old broad who is desperate for cock, she thought. I get all kinds of ideas when I'm hot. I even get funny urges about fucking Al's cousin. How horrible. I watched him jack off one time and I nearly went crazy! I wanted that hot stream of come up in my own eager cunt!
"That was something, honey," she breathed, patting Steve's leg.
"You come pretty big, baby," he grinned. "For just a finger-fuck."
"Just wait till you get it in me, and I'll show you a mod, mod ride, honey." She was determined to be the complete, sexy swinger. She had read a story recently about a young fellow and two women, a threesome. Sure, it was slightly Lesbian, two cunts sharing one prick, but fun was fun, wasn't it?
"Your twat feels pretty snug," he said, keeping his play finger in her hole. "Some dames can't take this." He glanced down at his prick.
"I like a snug fit, honey!" she giggled. "Say, did you ever have a party with two women?"
"Sure. That what you want?"
Nancy, a tit in each hand, was startled by May's suggestion. May hadn't mentioned wanting that kind of a fuck-party the night before, when they had talked, when she had set up the date with Steve. Was she kidding?
Nancy had been attracted to May ever since the two had met; they seemed to understand each other.
I wonder if she's ever had her cunt sucked by another broad? Nancy asked herself. It's surprising how many of these sex-starved old cunts haven't been around the horn. I'd like to get a tongue in her pussy, I really would.
She reminded herself about her rule, not to mix business with pleasure, but Steve was smarter than her other young cocky studs.
I wouldn't have to fuck him, she thought. But I WOULD love to participate!
Quickly she left the stool, closed her frock, leaving her bra unfastened, and crept along the secret passage to her own lavish suite. She locked the door that led to her thrill-tunnel and began to undress.
She took a few seconds to admire her slender, leggy figure. Not too bad for fifty. Her tits had never been large; they still pointed the right direction. She had thick, wavy, red hair that hung to her shoulders. The hair on her puss was slightly darker. She exercised to keep her waist trim; she was one of her best advertisements for looking chic and sexy.
Men didn't guess she was Lesbian; she enjoyed teasing them when she went into Lake City or to Spokane. She could still wear short skirts and needed no girdle. Several rich old bastards around Spokane wanted to marry her; but she loved being independent. Sucking young pussy was really her thing.
May was sprawled on the bed, waiting for Steve to push his prick in her eager, burning cunt, when the phone rang. Nancy had assured her there would be no interruptions. An emergency? Had Al discovered where she had gone? No. He was on the Coast on a business trip. Steve looked puzzled, too.
May rolled over to the side of the bed and lifted the receiver. "Yes?"
"This is Nancy," came the friendly voice. "Hate to break in this way ... I'll make it right with you. Having fun?"
May felt a surge of relief; she did like Nancy, they had hit it off right at the start. For her age, Nancy was amazingly beautiful; those long legs were very sexy.
"You said it!" May giggled, opening her thighs and lifting her hips. Steve could tell the call was not important. He grinned and sat down close to her. His fingers worked along the tender inner planes of her thighs. She shuddered.
"Honey," Nancy said, softly and intimately. "Could I help in any way?"
"What do you mean?" May asked, her thoughts traveling into strange, forbidden channels. Steve was now tickling her cunt. She was horribly juicy and turned on. With her free hand she held Steve's wet-headed cock. He teased her stinging clit and she trembled, arching her cunt higher.
"Could I join you and Steve, honey?"
May laughed. "Well, it's your place, Nancy!"
"Yes, but you're my guest ... a very special guest, I'll have you know."
She's reading my mind, May thought, terribly excited. A real threesome! I'd love it with her, I really would. Ohh, what a bitch I am!
"I'd be delighted, honey," May answered. "Great! I'm sure Steve won't care. He's a smart young fellow. I won't interfere with your fun, honey. Maybe I can make it better for you, huh?" May felt Steve's finger slide deep into her cunt, and she shuddered again. Dreamy!
"Well, hurry on down, baby!" May giggled. She dropped the receiver and smiled up at Steve. "That was Nancy, of course ... Care if she joins us?"
He looked rather surprised, then a sly, boyish grin curved his lips. "I been wondering about her...."
"Haven't you taken her to bed, yet?"
"Hell, no. She said--Well, shit! It's okay."
May squeezed his prick, staring at the big, pink glans. "Just think, honey. You're going to get to play games with your boss."
"Hope I don't get my ass kicked out of here."
"Give her a good time and you won't, sweetie," she purred, fondling his cockhead. "This is going to be fun!"
If AI could see me now he'd crap his drawers, she thought, deliciously. What do three people really do in a fuck-party? Well, I'm soon going to find out!
CHAPTER TWO
"Go ahead and screw, kiddies," Nancy laughed, dropping into a chair that faced the bed where May and Steve sprawled. "I need time to warm up good."
May worded a giggly reply. "Are you just going to watch?"
"I'll think of something to do," Nancy replied, weaving her hips. She wore a thin, green wrapper, which was open most of the way down. Slowly, she spread her long thighs, drawing the filmy material away until her red-bushed cunt was bare.
"Sexy!" May trilled. She pulled her own thighs far apart, hoping Steve would mount soon. He still sat on the rim of the bed, staring at Nancy's cunt.
"Like a red one for a change, honey?" Nancy asked Steve.
"Never figured I'd see it," he muttered.
"Well, look at my cunt while you're fucking May."
"This is swingin', man," he grinned. May saw more slickness on his cockhead. His handsome face was deeply flushed despite his sophisticated manner. He turned and crawled between May's outspread shanks.
"Ohhh, that's a lot of meat, May!" Nancy chirped. "Think you can take it all?"
May had never been in such a wildly sensual situation. Damned if she would back-water; she would have something to remember for years! She could be just as uninhibited as any other old bitch.
"I'll get that prick in my cunt or die trying!" May cried. His cock was now just inches from her burning puss. She held it in her fingers and guided it to her lifted hole, thighs shaking. What could possibly be better than hot, stiff male-meat?
Contact! As her juicy cunt-lips spread around his knob, as her twat fluttered, a wild hungry look came into his dark eyes. Was she more than just a pay-fuck?
"Ohhhhh!" she panted, watching inch after luscious inch squirm into her stretched, slippery cunt. His knowing finger had built a flame in her cunt, a savage craving. She raised her ass and moaned fiercely.
"OHHH-UHHHH-OHHH, Goddamn!"
Her vaginal depths began to writhe delectably. Her legs squeezed his body, her cunt squeezed his prick. Sensational quivers shot up to her tits and back to her aching crotch. His mouth lowered to her stand-up nipples, then he sucked one into his lips, and his tongue lashed around it. His strong, young body shook and trembled. His big wand was sliding in, in, IN! Her cunt had never been so delectably stretched. His head raised, momentarily.
"Jesus," he muttered. "That's great!"
"It's just wonderful!" she panted, softly.
"Hey, no fair whispering," Nancy laughed. "Okay, Steve, you got it in her. Now fuck her!"
Oh, God! she thought. I wish I had him alone, now. This is too much! I didn't know a cock would ever feel so delicious! It just FITS in my cunt; I'm FILLED with hot young meat!
He began to stroke, slowly. Her entire pelvis was coming alive. Al had a good, average-sized cock, when it was hard, but it couldn't compare with Steve's monster. When his knob struck bottom, her vaginal muscles awakened, responding with exotic tremors.
Again he mouthed a spiked tittie while his careful ins and outs soared her into fuck-land. She heard Nancy's chatter, aware of movements as Nancy crawled on the bed. Now Nancy was fondling Steve's nuts; now her hand wandered down to May's ass, caressing the anus. It tickled, but all of May's senses were concentrated on that big phallus which was goring her cunt; plunge, plunge, push. Then a sweet rest as her nerves savored the man-quivers, the cock's tensing and virile nudging.
His heavy breathing around her tender, swollen nipples, worked like magic in her ears. She knew she was going to come when he did. There was a vibrant closeness between them; it was as if she had known him for years and years and had learned how to fuck to please him. How could a mere boy know so much about making an old woman's cunt twitch and flutter?
"Get her gun, honey!" Nancy cried. "Hump it in her. Shoot it clear up in her throat!"
The cry almost spoiled the delicate thing that was building so magically between herself and Steve. But the heaven returned, sweeter than ever. He was going to come, now. She was ready, ready! Her nearness to a sexual explosion had never been so clearly defined; she was teetering on the rim of her climax; the sugary shivers of anticipation were fantastically keen and sharp.
"Now, baby," he panted, around a stinging nipple.
"Yes, yes!" she bleated.
Her cunt felt like an erupting volcano! It was spewing hot boulders ... it rumbled and boiled and quaked. Her pelvis heaved as the earth heaved its molten lava. It was wrenching and twisted and jumping around his driving prick; she was shooting her hot fuck-shots one after the other!
"OHHHHH-OHHHH!" she yelled, wildly. "Ohhh, God! Fuck me HARD!"
The pound of his knob in her cunt, the exquisite puff of his knob, as he gushed her cunt with spurt after spurt of young, hot come, brought another wave of fiery heaven from her churning vagina. She was coming AGAIN! Her ass flew, her heels jabbed the bed, her tits jiggled. She panted and puffed and hunched her way through her slice of cock-heaven. Finally, he rested on her body, chest to tits, cock still in cunt.
"Baby," he whispered in her ear. "I got to have a lot more of this...."
"Yes, yes," she breathed. I'm nuts about him, I'm wild about him. I came here for a party fuck and I got the best piece of ass in my life!
"Okay, you two. Let's spread some of that stuff around, huh?"
Steve gave her a secret wink as he pulled away, as his wonderful still-hard cock came out of her still-shivery cunt.
He could fuck me for hours if he wanted to, she thought. But I guess I'd better clean my snatch and let Nancy have her turn with him. Damn it!
Steve rolled onto his back, and May swung off the bed. Nancy was looking at May, not Steve. When May walked to the toilet, come dribbling down her thighs, Nancy came along. What a funny deal this was!
"I have to piss." Nancy said, by way of explanation.
Steve was laughing as the bathroom door closed on the two women.
Fucking Lesbian bitch, Steve thought, relaxing. She wants a pop at May; I doubt if she's ever had a prick in her box.
He knew all about her peep-holes; he had heard some rather peculiar noises from the inside wall the first time he had screwed one of Nancy's "customers". He had worked around construction before he had signed on at the island Health Center. A little measurement told him there was a passage running along behind each "crib". He had seen the cleverly concealed door that led from her office, and was always locked.
Nancy was a smart cunt. She had a good thing going here. She charged some of the old broads a hundred bucks a fuck. In the short time he had been at the Center he had made Nancy thousands of bucks, and his bread didn't amount to but five bills a month. Of course, he got free room and board. And all the fucking he wanted.
He was growing tired of screwing just the older dames. Why the hell couldn't she toss in a young, dainty piece once in a while? On his days off he had to go in to Lake City or to Spokane and scrounge his own teen-aged pussy. The trouble was, most of them couldn't take his cock; he usually ended up sucking cunt.
Man alive, that May Evans was a terrific piece of nuts. He couldn't remember when he had run into such a tight, active twat. Jesus Christ, her cunt went crazy when she broke her cookies. And she went off twice! One boom, then another. Not many older dames could do it. She kicked and moaned like a tigress!
She's really a pretty good looking broad, too. Got some class. Married, naturally. I wonder if her old man appreciates her? Shit, I could take that regular for a long, long time. Why the hell did Nancy have to get in the act? She never did before. Because May is damned sexy. She watched me finger-fuck May and she wanted a fuck-party. I wouldn't mind stabbing that red-haired cunt. She's got class, too. And brains. Too much. Never saw a real sharp broad yet that was a very good fuck. I'll take the big-titted ones like May, any day.
Speaking of tits, she's really got a pair. Man, they sure peak up when she's hot. I'll bet I could get her off just playing and sucking her nipples. Have to try it. Wonder if her cunt goes wild with a tongue in it? Wonder if she's good at sucking a prick?
Shit! Sack-duty with her is a real pleasure. Some of these old cunts make it tough; I can hardly get a bone-on. But I give good service. Jesus, I remember this one old near-sighted cunt I fucked with a dildo, and she never knew the difference!
"Isn't that some piece of meat, honey?" Nancy asked May. Both women still were in the bathroom.
May had already cleaned her pussy and was fixing her makeup; Nancy stood behind, gazing at May's breasts via the bathroom mirror.
"Why aren't you out there getting some of it, honey?" May asked. She was beginning to get the pitch. Nancy liked other dames-she was Lesbian. Soft fingers traveled seekingly over May's bottom, sliding between May's thighs.
"I'd rather make it with you, darling," Nancy cooed, finding May's cunt. A finger slid inside, and May found herself spreading her thighs and tipping her hips backward.
She's very sexy, May thought, shivering. I suppose I could try it once-but why now? I want prick!
"Can't we wait till later?" May asked, shivering. Nancy's other hand was around May's waist, sliding upward toward her breasts.
"Honey, watching you and Steve turned me on!" Nancy murmured, pushing her finger deeper into May's twat. "Look, there won't be any charge. You know you like me!"
"What about Steve?" May asked, feeling a hand close around a tingling breast-cone.
"Well, look. Why don't you gobble his prick and I'll do things for you, huh?"
May shuddered. A party was a party. I've never had a penis in my mouth!
Then the rest of the picture came to her mind. Would Nancy just use her finger or would she use her mouth? One time wouldn't kill her. Why not? But if Nancy kept horning in all the time, May was certain she wouldn't be around the Center very long.
"Might as well," May said, bravely.
"That's my sexy girl!" Nancy giggled, sliding her finger in and out, in and out. The other hand was busy with May's nipples. How strange to have another dame's hands on her body; how strange and dirty and sexy!
"Now, stop it-before I have a climax!" May laughed, swerving out of Nancy's reach.
"That's the name of the game, honey. Boom-boom!"
"God, you're filthy!"
"But you love it, don't you?"
May walked out of the bathroom, and the vision of Steve, on the bed, his prick-head almost even with his belly-button, sent sugary waves along her body. She didn't need a woman's finger in her pussy now; she was burning for more cock.
"Got it all figured out, girls?" Steve laughed. "Naturally," Nancy giggled. "Just stay in that position, honey. We're going to swing!"
CHAPTER THREE
"Oh, Mister Evans!" the girlish voice called. "Can Julie and I swim in your pool?"
Al Evans, taking the sun in his swim trunks, looked up as the two neighboring teen-agers entered the pool area wearing mini-bikinis and carrying bright towels. His cock tingled agreeably.
"Of course, Sally," All smiled. "You know you're welcome any time. Say, you girls are growing...."
The cute blonde sisters giggled. Sally was fifteen, Julie fourteen. Already there was a plushy ripeness in their figures; they were utterly sexy, like their blonde mother, Lela. They wiggled toward him, titties jiggling attractively. His cock was stiffening. Sonofabitch!
He had returned from the Coast ahead of schedule; he had found May's note, saying she was visiting some kind of health center near Lake City. Hell, May was as healthy as a horse. He wished he could fuck her oftener. It was painfully obvious she needed more pronging, but after twenty years....
"Is your mother home?" he asked, slyly.
"She went shopping today," Sally dimpled. She took a chair across from his, letting her soft white thighs spread apart. There was flirt in every move, every glance. They looked very excited about something.
"I thought you two would be down at the beach with your boy friends," he said, sensing a newness in their manner toward him. Julie slipped daintily into another deck chair, and her legs opened, too. The snug mini-panty delineated the sweet curve of her pussy.
"Oh, those young guys are so silly!" Julie tittered.
"They talk too much," Sally added. "We'd rather be with an older man. They're more on the ball!"
"Right!" Julie exclaimed, blushing. "Older men don't tell tales...."
"Are you talking about sex?" Al smiled, taking a plunge.
"Natch!" Sally laughed. "We think you're just dreamy."
He remembered something he had read in Kinsey. Men around fifty got most of the virgins. Jesus Christ, were they just flirting, putting him on? Teen-agers in the now generation were very hip, if not experienced. They knew what a pussy was for-enjoyment. Shit. He and their father, Earl, were lodge brothers, good friends....
Donald, his cousin, was away working for the Forest Service this summer. Julie and Sally appeared to know that May was away. His nuts were drawing up with his excitement. But two of them! Fresh, dainty, sexy and curious....
"I'm game for whatever you two cute gals have in mind," he said, winking.
They giggled and exchanged glances. Their blue eyes were alight; he noticed they wore more make-up than usual.
"Would you show us a few things, Al?" Sally murmured, her plump young ass restless against the chair's webbing.
He laughed. "You're flattering the hell out of me, girls. Be glad to!"
He hadn't had his hands on any young pussy since his high school days, and then he hadn't known what to do with it. A few tits and thighs to touch and he had creamed his jeans. Things were different, now. He could hold his shot for hours, if necessary. Of course, his cock wouldn't stay up as long, but with young, fresh pussy he knew he could bust at least two good shots. He had trained himself with a fairly young married gal in Vancouver.
This is almost too good to be true, he thought, rising. His cock was pushing his swim trunks out. The girls stared at his crotch and giggled again.
"Want to play house, eh?" he chuckled.
"We want to learn how!" Sally laughed.
Shaking with anticipation, he steered them into the house and along the hallway to the master bedroom. An adjoining bathroom would be convenient. They were whispering and tittering, staring at the king-sized pad. He drew them down into a love seat, Sally at his left, Julie on his right. Sally wound her arms around his neck and held her petal-fresh lips up for a kiss.
He took her mouth, feeling the sweet writhe of her eager lips. He stroked his tongue into her throat, feeling her shiver. He reached over with his right hand and slid his fingers between Julie's velvety thighs. She spread them, snuggling closer. Her gasp of delight, as he tickled the soft flesh near her pussy, fired his fire-box. Abandoned little cunts! They had picked him for their sexual initiation.
Of course, they had probably been played with and tickled, but the old fear of being known as an "easy lay" had kept them from going too far. They were "nice" girls; someday they wanted to hook husbands. A tramp didn't get the best kind of dates. The old conflict, fostered by a blind society. The young studs went to whorehouses or fucked the easy ones. What did "nice" young girls do? Dream and masturbate, naturally.
This "teaming up" bit made him wonder. Did the young sisters fiddle with each other? It wasn't unheard of. He didn't give a shit, really.
Sally's tongue began to coil around his; these young ones knew how to kiss, all right. He pressed Julie's bikini-covered puss; she shivered again, pushing her sharp, pointy breasts against his arm and shoulder. They were bare, man. She had slipped her mini-halter down.
"Ohhhhh," she breathed, as he worked his fingers inside the panty, onto her tender, warm cunt-flesh. Soft as peach-fuzz. Table stuff. He hadn't sucked a cunt since he had visited the girl in Vancouver; she liked any route. He had never tried it with May. Why the hell did a husband go straight with his wife? Inhibitions, fucking inhibitions! Any more, when he went to a whore house, he usually had his meat sucked, for variety.
I know what May thinks. I'm over the hill. Just show me a new pussy and I'm ready to go, any time! I'd like to get it in Lela Knight, too. Maybe if I fuck the daughters right I'll get a crack at the mother. Her husband is in the same fuck-boat I am; he's tired of the same old cunt. Why the hell don't we swap?
He pulled his mouth from the sweet suction of Sally's lips. She gasped and giggled.
"This is fun!"
"Ohhhh!" Julie breathed. He was pushing a finger into her dewy hole. Her thighs trembled, and now he could see her bare, pink-crested titties. Delicious!
"Oh, let us see your prick, honey!" Sally gasped, unfastening her mini-halter.
Eager little twats!
He drew his finger out of Julie's cunt, pressed it, feeling a flow of juice. Her cheeks were deeply flushed.
"Don't stop!" she panted.
"Are you going to come already?" Sally giggled.
"Ohhhh-please!" Julie begged.
With his left hand he lowered his trunks until his rigid eight inches rode out. He slid his finger back into Julie's moistened puss.
"Ohhh, that's a big one!" Sally cried, staring.
Julie was staring, too. Her eyes were glassy, her hips curved into his probing finger. "Ohhh-ohhh-OH!" she panted, trembling all over.
"Make her come!" Sally cried, leaning forward, her hand reaching for his wet-headed cock.
Julie shuddered, her body stiffened, her tits pushed out, her head went back. Her pretty face twisted, she bleated shrilly, and suddenly he felt the sweet tremor of her gun going off. She quaked and trembled. Her snug little cunt didn't writhe or tighten, but she was having her sexy kicks. At the finish her hips bucked quickly, an involuntary coital thrusting.
"Ohhhhh!" she sighed, slumping back on the cushions. "Ohhhh, dreamy!"
"Oh, you young hot-box!" Sally cried. "Oh, Al-play with me and make me come, too!" Her fingers closed around his prick, he felt her tremor of sensual excitement.
"Want to try it in, cutie?" he asked, standing and peeling his trunks down. She released his cock and jumped to her feet, lowering her bikini panty. Not much hair on her pussy; the lips were puffed out, moistened. Her titties were larger than Julie's, more rounded. The pink spikes drew his fingers.
She backed toward the bed, naked. Her blue eyes were fastened on his cock; she was entranced by it. He followed her, teasing her nipples, inhaling the sweet, young-girl fragrance, the odor of dewy cunt.
"Yes, I want it in, honey!" she cried. "But I don't know...."
"Well, spread out and let's try it," he said, his hand sliding down her belly to her cunt. He fondled it while she posed uncertainly at the edge of the bed, hips swinging toward his hand.
Pushing her backward, she sank down with her ass on the bed's rim. He used his left hand on her firm, dainty tits. He wiggled a finger into her fun-hole.
"Ohhhh!" she panted. "Ohhhhh-de-lish!"
"Ever had a prick up in there, blondie?" he teased.
"Noooo! But ohhhh-I want it-love it!"
Julie left the love seat and moved to the other side of the bed. She was all eyes and tits and pussy. She stretched out on her back, legs apart, evidently hoping he would fuck her when he finished with Sally.
"Okay," he said. "Crawl over there by your sister."
Sally hated to move; he was still fingering her tender cunt and she watched avidly. Well, there was no hurry; he wanted to get all he could out of this deal. These young cunts were flighty; he might never have another chance. Mom was away and daughters craved to play.
"Don't take it out, honey," she breathed, sliding farther onto the bed. In a moment she was resting on her back; he was pushing his finger deeper into her puss. He could feel no barrier, no hymen. She had probably been experimenting with carrots or other objects.
In order to move above her he had to pull his probe out of her cunt.
"Ohhh, you're mean!" she wailed.
"I think she's about to come!" Julie cried, excitedly.
He was on his hands and knees, now. Sally was spread out for the prick, breathing fast. He stared at the sweet morsel of her virginal cunt and he couldn't resist. His tongue was hard; he could wait for the pronging.
He backed up slightly and worked his hands under Sally's ass, lowering his head toward the juicy target.
"Oh, he's going to suck you, honey!" Julie giggled.
"Where did you girls learn your words?" he asked, sticking his tongue out.
"Oh, we listen in when Mom and Earl do it!" Julie answered, wiggling her butt. "Hurry up and eat her!"
The liberated young mod swingers, eager for prick-meat, dying for sex-thrills.
His tongue-tip entered the moistened slit, her thighs trembled, her ass lifted with the press of his fingers. Julie sat up, blue eyes fastened on her sister's crotch.
"Ohhhh!" Sally moaned. "Hurry!"
"This is sexy!" Julie trilled.
He bladed his tongue in where his finger had been playing; his lips fastened on her dainty labia, and he tasted the sweet cunt flavor. Her legs twitched, her soft pussy quivered delectably. He had never tongued such a young pussy. Terrific! He had watched the sisters grow and mature. He had girl-watched them dozens of times, at the pool and at picnics. He had stared at them in sweaters and mini-skirts, lusting mentally. He had noticed how they enjoyed flirting with him. The young bitches had had this deal in their heads for a long time. It was time to strike, while the cunt was hot, man!
He gored her cunt with deep strokes, sucking her sex-juices, feeling the sweet flex of her ass in his hands.
"OHHH!" Sally panted.
"She's coming now!" Julie cried.
He had teased her cunt enough. It was time to bring her sex, explode her eager clitoris. He could feel the tiny point of her sensation under his seeking, diving tongue. He fastened his mouth to her crotch and dug his fingers in her velvety ass-flesh; he could see her hard, rounded tits rising, stiffening.
"Ohhh-OHH-OHHHH!"
Sally wailed.
Shudders broke in her loins, her ass lurched higher, her leg kicks slaked a deep hunger in his being. He was banging a young, fresh cunt with his mouth. Her plaintive whimpers, her shivers of gratification, put an extra hardness in his cock. Terrific!
"Ohhhh-it's-good!" Sally panted, quieting.
He lapped at her pussy until the last shivers ended. She sighed deeply.
"Please suck my cunt now, honey!" Julie begged, on her back again, her twat raised.
"Don't you want to try some prick in there, now?" he asked, moving over between Julie's opened thighs.
"Ohhh, it's so big!" she cried, weaving her hips provocatively.
"If it won't go in I'll suck it, huh?" he teased. He was very proud of his continuing hard-on. His cock was larger than usual; all it took was some new cunt. Better than Geritol; better than a sexy movie. Great! He lowered his hips for the pleasant experiment.
Sandra Smith, drawn to the master bedroom of the Al Evans home by some rather unusual noises, felt a sweet burning in her crotch when she realized what was going on in her married sister's boudoir. Al had two girls in there, and he was fucking them!
Sandra, who lived in a small town in central Idaho, had driven north on her vacation, intending to surprise May and Al. She had seen Al's car in the driveway and she had come right on into the house. Obviously, May was away, somewhere. And Al was having a sex party.
A widow now for six years, Sandra had been hungering for a good screw ever since her husband had died in a construction accident. In Grangemont, her home town, it was simply impossible to operate; ostensibly, she was a "nice" woman who didn't frequent bars. She was rather large; she was self-conscious about her wide ass and oversized breasts; she was certainly not pretty any more. She was forty-five, two years younger than May.
But she was healthy and vibrant and she didn't feel old. Ever since her change of life her sex drives were stronger; she was ashamed of how often she had to masturbate! She was desperate for cock. If she ever re-married, she would screw her husband to death!
The idea of Al cheating on May didn't surprise her too much. He had that roving eye, the old fuck-light was there.
The last time Sandra had talked to May, May had complained of Al's inability to get a hard-on any more. Well, Sandra understood men well enough to know they needed a new piece once in a while. Or a change of wives.
She knew that Dick, her former husband, had gone to whorehouses now and then. But she hadn't complained. When he was home she had gotten her prick at least twice a week. Before her menopause, that had been sufficient.
One thing that had kept him at home most of the time was her titties. Dick had been a tit-man. He was the only person who had ever seen her breasts at full swell. It was not that they were so large all over; they were simply long.
Ever since her teen years, she had kept them pulled in, hidden. Ordinary bras just didn't fit them, anyway. When she started turning on, her breasts firmed out into rigid peaks; they lost all their softness and sag. They were high on her chest, and when she heated up for a fuck they were so long and pointy she could easily push a foot ruler between them and almost hide it in tit-flesh. For years, even after her marriage, she had been horribly embarrassed by her mounds, the way they lengthened when her pussy was steamed for fucking. They swelled inches.
Well, Dick had soon discovered her treasures, and he had been delighted. The first few years, after the honeymoon, he had been able to get her off just by kissing her nipples. She still remembered the time he had placed his cock between her mountains; she had pressed her tit-flesh around it and he had squirted a load on her throat and chin. He had been half drunk at the time, and he had never tried it again. She had been too bashful and too grateful for what he did with her oversized body to ask for it again. Too bad, really.
After all, getting a prick in the cunt was the best. Dick's cock hadn't been very long, but she hadn't complained about that, either. Yes, she had lived a good life-but now it was all over.
I wonder if Al would screw ME? she asked herself, hearing more feminine giggles from the bedroom.
She adored Al's young cousin, Donald. May and Al had raised him-he was almost like their son. And only sixteen. How horrible to think of him sexually. What awful thoughts went through the mind of a middle-aged, love-starved cunt!
Don was out of town, anyway, so that temptation wouldn't be around.
"... ohhhhh, it won't go IN, honey!" came shrilly from the bedroom.
Was Al's prick that large? Who was he trying to fuck? The giggles and laughter indicated the girls were very young. And two of them. How horribly sexy!
Sandra's breasts were tautening inside her confining bra. Wetness was seeping from her cunt, into her panties. It was nasty to eavesdrop, but exciting, too. She had never watched anyone screwing. She reached for the door knob and turned it. Fine! Carefully, she inched the panel open, her heart thudding.
Oh, how utterly sexy! Al was between a very young blonde's out-flung thighs, his knob pushed into the upraised delicate cunt lips. The other girl was staring, her hands on her own swollen titties. Why, they were from next door! Sandra remembered Earl and Lela Knight and their daughters. They couldn't be over fourteen or fifteen....
Those little sexy bitches! Sandra thought, enviously. Trying to fuck at that age!
"Ohhh, try harder!" exclaimed the watching sister. "Make it go in her cunt!"
Sandra shuddered. Such words from the soft lips of youth. But this was the turned-on generation. And Al did have a nice, long prick! Eight or nine inches. Delicious!
If he wants a real fuck I can give it to him, she thought, dizzy with craving. Those young cunts don't know a thing! I'm dying for prick, simply dying!
"Ohhhh, it hurts!" the youngest blonde girl cried.
Al crawled backward, drawing his hard, wet knob from the too-snug pussy; he worked his hands under her ass and brought his mouth down to that juicy tender cunt. His tongue shot out, the tip of it entered the twat and the girl cried shrilly.
"Ohhhh-OHHH! I'm coming!"
Sandra almost gasped out loud. She had never had her cunt eaten; she had wondered about it many times. Now she was seeing it happen. Her knees felt watery, her pussy was swelling and dripping more fun-stuff. Her tits were about to burst out of her bra.
The girl's legs quivered and her slender ass shook. Al was gobbling her twat, lapping it, diving his tongue into it. The scene was so horribly sexy Sandra felt a hot wave of erotic fervor she had never know before.
The older sister was now on her back, playing with her own cunt.
"OHHHH!" the younger sister wailed. "OHHHH-OHHH-here it COMES!"
Even in her wildest sex fantasies, Sandra had never imagined a teen-aged girl would shout such fuck-words. The bed shook as her ass wiggled, as her arms trembled, as her slender legs kicked the counterpane.
Al ate her cunt until she stopped moaning and squirming. The other girl was peaking out, now. Her hand flew on her dewy cunt, she stiffened and shuddered. She jumped around on the bed as wildly as her sister. What a way to go off! But I need it, too. I have to have it!
CHAPTER FOUR
May Evans, now on hands and knees above Steve, lowered her head toward his rigid prick. Nancy was crouched behind May, playing with May's cunt. May spread her thighs farther apart to make things handier.
"Go ahead, baby," Steve said, casually. "Lick it and tongue it."
I'm going to have a prick in my mouth, at last! May thought, shivering with lust. And a tongue in my cunt! I'll go-go out of my ever-loving mind!
She opened her lips, stuck her tongue out; she was aware of Nancy's moves; the redhead was turning on her back, her head right beneath May's opened, drippy twat. So that was the way a daisy chain operated, was it? At least she had a man to suck and not a cunt. She wasn't sure she could eat another woman's cunt. She would see how she liked being chewed by another broad. Maybe she would turn into a complete swinger!
Nancy's hands drew May's ass lower. Suddenly a hot wiggly blade entered May's twat. Ohhhhh, Goddamn! Almost as good as a prick! But it had more cleverness; it knew right where to go, in and around her stinging clitoris. It couldn't pound the depths of her cunt, but it was sure doing a sweet job otherwise.
"Come on, baby," Steve urged, still waiting for her lips to milk his cockhead. "Haven't you ever been pussy sucked?"
"Ohhhhh!" May whined, shuddering. Nancy was eating and gobbling and practically chewing her fluttery cunt. A sharp wave of lust pulled her lips down and around the pink, wet male knob. A violent shudder seized her body. Her fun was coming; her come was coming; her cunt was shaking for relief. That hot mouthful of male meat was quivering against the roof of her mouth. Her tongue was coiling around it, and her head started up and down, around and around, as if she had known all her life how to suck hot prick, and she had never been given the opportunity.
The vision of Steve's big nuts pulled up tight at the base of his cock, the spicy male aroma, the diving tongue in her flaming cunt, pulled her over the shaky edge into come-land.
Beat, beat, beat! And ohhhhhh, beat-beat, beati-beat! Her loins were ripping. Her cunt was cunting; her ass was assing; her tits were exploding, and then her pelvis went crazy. Dreamy throbs of come-joy burst in her cunt. She wanted to yell her joy but her mouth was too full of cock meat! Suddenly she heard his moan as his meat expanded deliciously and his shaft pulsed. Then he was spurting his young, hot come into her throat! The heavenly flexing of his knob in her hungry mouth was ripping her fuck-nerves to shreds! She gulped his juice and sucked his gushes, her lips fluttering around his tensing shaft. It was a new high in sensual gratification.
As the clever mouth dropped from her cunt, she gave Steve's prick the last loving sucks and kisses, and she was so weak with aching relief, she fell away on her right, eyes closed, tasting the elixir of the final cunt-flutters. Too much!
Suddenly she was aware of a woman-shape above her, a supple length between her sprawled thighs, a hot cunt pushing against her twat.
"Honey, I didn't make it," Nancy panted, worming her hips, grinding her pussy into May's quivering crotch. A hot, knowing mouth settled on a tumid nipple, and strange awakening passion built in May's body.
May opened her eyes, at last, feeling a kind of lewd shame, because a man, a young man, was stretched there beside her, watching her while another woman fucked and fucked her heating cunt. Her hips began to respond, her nipple sharpened in Nancy's mouth. The rub of cunt on cunt was bringing her sex hunger to the surface.
"Ohhhh, come with me, honey!" Nancy panted, hunching faster. "It takes me a while. Please!"
Watching one dame fuck another one didn't do much for Steve. He was thoroughly delighted with the way May sucked a cock, though. Man alive, she loved it! She was a natural artist; her mouth quivered and shook almost like her cunt, when she went off. She was cock-starved on both ends.
He didn't care much whether Nancy busted her cookies, but he wanted May to have her come-fun again. He had just unloaded deliciously in her mouth; why not let her eat it again?
Easy to see that Nancy wasn't going to come very soon. She was a mixed up cunt; any broad who did as much peeping as she did had problems. And a fucking Lesbian to boot.
The expression on May's face firmed his resolve; she was staring at his prick, she reached out for it. He swung around and straddled her head, aiming his cock at her mouth. Her tongue came out, she nodded.
"Yes, yes, honey!" she gasped.
Nancy rested, licking May's stiff nipples while her ass quieted. May's hands came up to Steve's loins and prick; she caressed his nuts, the length of his shaft, crooning her pleasure. She guided his knob to her lips.
Suddenly those soft, hot lips were fluttering around his prickhead.
Carefully, he lowered his hips until she had a good mouthful of cock meat. Terrific! She moaned and her tongue writhed voluptuously across his glans. Her fingers glided around his groin and he felt her shivers of delight. He hoped Nancy appreciated having his asshole right in her face. If she was a real swinger she would slide her tongue along his shit hole.
He crouched so that May could swing her head, and in seconds she was coming up on his swelling prick, sucking, going around and around, then pausing while her tongue continued its delightful flicking and writhing. Now her fingers dug into his hips; he let her guide his butt higher, so she could gobble more efficiently, more sensually. She worked on his meat as if this was the last cock she would ever push into her eager throat. Fantastic!
"Ohhh, I'm going to make it this time, honey!" Nancy panted, pushing her long clit deeper into May's fluttering cunt. Seeing her gobble Steve's cock again was helping; May's ass was curving higher and she began to hunch faster.
May liked the feel of pussy on pussy, but she was a prick-lover; her head was going up and down with such eager strokings, her lips were fastened to his pole with such avidness that Nancy's sex-drives seemed weak by comparison.
She adores prick, she can't get enough of it, Nancy thought. This is going to get my gun, though. Ohhh, shit! Her cunt is turning on, I can feel her clit sticking away up. That prick is bringing her fun, right NOW!
May hunched wildly, shaking the bed. Her mouth went crazy on Steve's prick, her big tits swelled even higher. A fierce moan signaled the peak of her pleasure. Nancy felt the achy waves of lust begin to crash along her thighs and up to her stinging clit. Sometimes she had to peep for hours to get a real good big hard-on, and even then it took her a long time to bring the squirty come-joy.
Shit, it was coming now, strong and rich! May was bucking and groaning and sucking. Her legs gripped Nancy, and finally the erotic tension burst in Nancy's cunt. The sweet throbbing of her clit had never been stronger! It was cutting and lashing at her wiggly ass; she bleated her delight.
Steve couldn't resist. The wild suction on his cock and Nancy's cries began to draw another load of come from his fun-sac. May's savage moans, her shudders, the clutch of her hands in his flesh, the whip of her tongue and mouth on his aching cockhead, pulled a hot, stinging shot from his nuts. The convulsive action of her throat, as she gulped his juice, gave him a sensational fuck-thrill.
May hated it when Steve finally pulled his big wet cock out of her mouth. The stinging in her cunt ebbed away; Nancy finished her pussy-pokes and rolled to the foot of the bed.
I come so good when I suck Steve's prick, she thought, resting. But I come better when he shoves it away up in my cunt! I'm glad I tried this three-way bit, but I don't care too much for a woman's sex-thing. God, I wish I could take Steve out of here and bring him home! I'd run away with him; I'd get a divorce ... But it's zany, impossible. He's in his teens and I'm forty-seven.
"Did you have fun at the Health Center, honey?" Lela Knight asked May.
The two women were having coffee on the shaded patio at the rear of the Knight home. May had returned the night before after receiving a call from Al; she had cut short her stay at the island retreat for more than one reason.
She had asked for Steve again, and Nancy had said he was occupied with another customer; and then Al had told her that her sister Sandra had arrived for a visit.
"All kinds of fun," May answered, thinking again of Steve's wonderful prick. I wanted to have him alone, I wanted another fuck. Ohhh, hell!
Lela wore a revealing sun suit of pale pink that displayed her full, rounded breasts and the clean lines of her plump, white thighs. After her Lesbian experience with Nancy, May found herself looking at Lela with a new sensual interest. They had been friends for years; she wondered if Lela had ever screwed another woman.
I wanted to talk to Steve before I left the spa, May thought. Nancy prevented it, damn her!
"Tell me about it, honey!" Lela giggled, winking. "I've heard stories...."
"Promise you won't breathe a word?" May asked.
"You know me! Come on. Did you get screwed?"
"Royally!" May laughed. "The owner keeps young men around. I mean, about fifteen or sixteen."
"Oh, damn! No fooling?"
May flushed. Lela had always been the outspoken one of the two, but May was determined to let her friend know she was starting to live a little.
"No fooling, Lela. The guys that age can really fuck!"
Lela burst out laughing. "Shame on you, honey! Let's both go there, soon. Earl hasn't given me any for over a week, damn it!"
"A week?" May said, dryly. "I'm lucky to get it from Al once a month."
"Oh, shit! Isn't it awful? Could I go along the next time you visit the Center?"
"Well, Sandra's here, now. We're stymied."
Lela sighed, spreading her legs farther apart. May could see the cunty crevice under the tight hug of Lela's pink shorts. The blonde's nipples were standing out beneath the halter.
"I've got one idea," Lela said, lighting a cigarette. "Did you ever think about swapping?"
"Some," May admitted. "But you'd be disappointed with Al, honey."
"Maybe all our men need is a new pussy," Lela smiled, staring at the hemline of May's summer-weight frock. "You know you do look better since you came back."
"Nothing like young prick!" May laughed.
"Oh, stop it! I'm getting all heated up ... You know, day before yesterday, when I was down shopping, I'm sure Sally and Julie were over at your house. Al was there...."
"Probably just went swimming," May said. "You know they can use the pool any time."
"Well, I overheard them in their room this morning, giggling around. They were talking about what a nice big prick Al has!"
May felt a twitching in her pussy. Usually the two women didn't talk so frankly. "You mean Al had a party with both of them?"
"How else would they know about his cock, honey?"
May was floored. She could hardly believe it! May shook her head. "Maybe he's more of a man than I thought!"
"Made me very curious, honey," Lela giggled. "I hope you don't mind, really."
"Well, I was up at the lake getting some young stuff myself."
Both women laughed.
"Say, this is Friday," Lela said, presently. "Why don't we have the men take us out? When they get warmed up good, let's just happen to trade, huh?"
"I'm for it, honey," May smiled.
"Oh, great! I guess we could get a motel or something. You have company and Sally and Julie might be hanging around."
They laughed again.
Earl Knight, leaning back in his office chair, watched his young secretary tapping the typewriter keys. Today Ella Sanders wore a mini-skirt, a tight blouse and smoky nylons. Her long, brown hair reached her shoulders, She had been the youngest and sexiest of the girls who had applied for the job, only a month before, and naturally he had hired her. Her employee records said she was seventeen, and her big brown eyes said she knew what all that fancy, leggy equipment was built for-fun and games.
She was table stuff, no question about it. Dainty as a peach blossom. As she uncrossed her legs and he got a look at her pantied cunt, cutely decorated with a lacy pink mini-slip, his cock stiffened in his shorts.
He had been kidding around with her for a long time, and it was easy to see she was dying for a good pronging. She had a boy friend, about her own age, and obviously he wasn't getting the job done.
Something rather peculiar about this young broad, though. Every time he started the conversation around to sex, she started hinting around about how lonely her mother was. Well, he remembered Ella's mother, all right. Her name was Dee; she was a widow. The two lived together, and Dee had had to approve of Ella's employer before she came to work.
The moment Dee had clamped eyes on Earl, the approval was a certainty. Dee had even called a few times, to "see how Ella was getting along." They knew he was married, of course. But the interest in Dee's voice, evidenced over the phone, was all too apparent.
Ella was the one he wanted to fuck, or eat, whichever route she liked, but Dee wasn't bad, either. She was plump where Ella was sweetly rounded, and she had a big pair of knockers. Shit, he would throw a fuck into her if that was the requirement to get into Ella's panties.
He decided to find out, today, right now.
Lela had called earlier, saying a party was planned for that evening. But it was the same old crap; himself and Lela, Al and May. How fucking tiresome! Now, if those old married broads would just trade places for an evening....
May had it, man. She had all kinds of it, and Al had told Earl not long ago that the same old stuff was getting so damned unexciting he could hardly get a hardon any more. Earl himself had become so desperate for a change he had been driving up to the mining district in north Idaho and fucking a few whores.
Damned poor excuse for a real fuck, but it was a change. For a long time now, when he executed his dutiful fucks with Lela, he imagined he was pouring the cock to May. Jeeesus, that would be something!
"Ella, do you wear those cute bikini panties when you go out with your steady?" Earl asked, banteringly.
"Oh, you!" Ella giggled, pushing at her shorty skirt and closing her thighs. But she liked it.
"Hell, give me another peek, cutie. You're really stacked!"
"Oh, you're awful!" she gasped. No blushes. Just being coy. She leaned back in the secretarial chair and let her thighs open, slowly. His prick tingled.
"Beautiful!" he exclaimed. "When are you going to let me play with it, cutie?"
"Ohhh, Earl!" she murmured. "I promised Mom...."
He left his chair and moved over beside her. He slipped his right hand between her legs. She gasped, lifting her mouth for a kiss.
"Your Mom isn't here now, sweetie," he murmured, caressing the forbidden young sweet thigh flesh.
"Yes, but-Ohhh, she's nuts about you, Earl! Will you promise to come over to the apartment some night?"
His prick was about to burst out of his pants.
"If you'll be there, too, baby," he said, his fingers reaching her cunt. She shuddered, her tongue flirted between her petal-fresh lips.
"That's what we want, honey!"
Jesus H. Christ. It was true! He should have spotted it sooner, but the truth had seemed too fantastic. What kind of mother wanted to team up with daughter in a fucking threesome? Well, shit! Hadn't he read about a deal like that recently, in a woman's gossip column? Sure as hell! He could eat daughter and fuck mother. Sonofabitch!
He tickled the fancy panties and traced the crease of her cunt-lips. He looked down inside her blouse and ogled the sweet thrust of her young tits. The bra was thin and lace-bordered, too. A gust of perfume and girl-fragrance wafted into his senses. She trembled, curving her puss toward his playful fingers.
"Please don't go too far with me, honey!" she gasped.
"How far, baby?"
"Oh, this is awful to say-but Mom wants to see it when I get it, the first time...."
"A virgin, huh?" he asked, doubtfully. "You mean you don't know what going off is?"
She shuddered. "Yes ... I can do that-but honest, I've never been fucked!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Earl locked the office door and left word at the outside office that he wasn't to be disturbed. He kept his hand on Ella's pussy and steered her toward his office work-bench, a handy couch. It had been smeared with cunt-juice and his come on several occasions in the past few years. A young, plump married broad had been his last conquest; he had sold her a lawn mower one day and she had started slipping in his rear office door when she went shopping. Just a fair piece, nothing sensational.
He had never fucked a girl as young as Ella, even in his studding years. He had had better luck with older, married broads. Well, he had been working on this, sniffing at it, staring at it, for a month or more; high time he either made her or got rid of her.
If she still had her cherry, it was ripe for plucking. She knew what a come was; she had been around a little. That Mom stuff could be all bullshit. The younger cunts all had an angle. The married dame had wanted him to take her to Reno for a week end. Jesus H. Christ! How silly could it get? If May divorced him and took half of his holdings, he would be out of the hardware business.
He angled Ella down on the couch, taking her fresh lips with his mouth. Shivering, she wound her arms around his neck; her lips opened for his tongue. She was agreeably responsive, soft to the touch, like a purring kitten. Wetness was leaking through her panties, onto his seeking fingers. He stroked his tongue deep, then nibbled at her velvety lips; she was heating up. She knew how to kiss.
He was opening her blouse, cupping her fancy bra cups, enjoying her dainty tremors, the engaging spread of her slender young thighs, when a light tapping sounded on the rear office door.
She jumped as if he had stuck a finger up her ass. "Ohh!" she gasped.
Who the fuck could that be? Some old buddy, wanting to go out for a fucking cup of black, probably.
Cursing, he walked to the locked back door, which gave onto the parking lot, and muttered, "Who is it?"
"Oh, it's Dee Sanders, Mister Knight...."
Fucking Jesus! What did Mom want in the middle of the afternoon? She knew damned well Ella would be working.
"Let her in, honey," Ella whispered, walking up beside him, twitching her ass. Her "fright" was gone, magically. "I-asked her to drop by-but I forgot all about it ..."
My ass, he thought. They've been asking for it. I'll fuck them both, right now.
He swung the door open and Dee came through, all smiles. Mom and daughter exchanged knowing glances and Ella giggled. She hadn't re-buttoned her blouse. Dee wore a short skirt, for a dame her age, and she was turned out as if she'd just come from a beauty salon. High heels, dark, webbed nylons and a blouse bulging with unexplored goodies completed the cock-stiffening picture.
"We were getting acquainted, Mom!" Ella trilled, returning to the couch, sitting down, with her legs apart, mini-skirt halfway to her crotch, a hungry look in her big, brown eyes.
"Well, wonderful!" Dee gushed, looking at Earl's crotch. His cock was pushing his pants out. Her avid stare had all the yearning he had seen in her before, plus a lot more.
He locked the rear door and walked boldly up to Dee, sliding his arms around her waist, pulling her hips tightly to his loins.
"Ohhh, you devil!" she whispered, her tongue already out, lips moistened. "Have you been in her panties?"
"Not quite, baby," he said. His hands slid down across her ungirdled ass. She trembled, opening her mouth wide. He drove his tongue into it. Her lips fluttered; her hips undulated, and her tongue lashed excitingly around his diving probe.
"Ohhh, this is fun!" Ella giggled.
He pulled Mom's skirt up in back and found a good handful of soft, warm thigh. She shuddered, clutching at him, hanging on as if she hadn't had a man in her arms for ages. Naked lust, a furious craving.
He had never operated on two cunts at once, even in a whorehouse. The idea of mother and daughter wanting a party was about the sexiest fucking thing he could think of. A motel would be a better spot, but they were ready now, man. Next time he would go to their apartment.
"You can't make out standing up!" Ella cried.
Dee's mouth came unsuctioned, her right hand slid down to his crotch. Her fingers shaped his stiffened cock-tent; she shuddered again.
"Ella's right," she panted, into his mouth. "Go ahead and undress her and I'll get undressed...."
Mama had the eager beaver, but he would play it their way. He gave Dee a squeeze on the ass and walked over to Ella. Standing in front of her, he took off his sport shirt and lowered his trousers. He wasn't going to have to remove her clothes; the blouse was apart, and the tricky pink bra was already opening, revealing the sweet tit-cones, juicily spiked. He dropped his shorts. Ella stared, her fresh lips open.
"Oh, Mom!" she tittered. "Look at his prick!"
Dee moved to the couch, standing beside it while she unzipped her blouse; the goodies were cradled in a bra that almost matched Ella's, except that the cups were three times as large. The hunger in her eyes was drawing more juice out on his bulgy cockhead. She was entranced by his prick; a deep flush was crawling down her throat.
Kicking his trousers and shorts aside, he reached for Ella's pointy breasts, cradling one in each palm. He aimed his cock toward her mouth.
"Want to suck it, cutie?" he asked.
"Ohhhh-do it!" Dee gasped, flinging her blouse away. Her hands worked busily at her skirt. In seconds her skirt and lacy half-slip were on the floor; her dark cunt-hair showed through the pink bikini panty. Mom and daughter both dressed for fun; they had planned this caper ahead of time. The swinging, cock-starved twosome, young and old yearning for meat. He would have to ration out his passion. Shit, that almost rhymed!
Mom wanted to see daughter lose her cherry, did she? Well, if Mom thought so, that would kick her in the cunt, even if Ella had been punctured before. Seemed likely. And now that the fuck-stage was set, he was determined to eke as much pleasure from it as he possibly could. No hasty unloading; the longer they waited for the prick the better they'd like it. He wouldn't be expected home for three hours; his employees knew better than to try to reach him. His manager could handle anything that came up.
By God! This was Friday. He was open until nine. Shit. He wouldn't have to be out of the office for five hours. He knew he could fire at least two or three loads. He had always given the young housewife two shots of come. They wanted a fuck-party and by God they were going to get one!
I haven't had my wick in a cunt for over a week! I'll bet I can blast my nuts four times.
Ella reached for his cock, and her fingers went around it. Her fresh lips opened.
"Ohhhh-this is sexy!" she breathed.
"Well, suck it!" Dee cried, releasing the catch that held her bra-cups together. "Or let me do it!"
As the soft lips enclosed the head of his prick, he watched Dee's tits appear. They were lushly rounded, the dark nipples erect, pointy. Her sex-flush extended down across her melon-sized mounds. While she pushed the bikini panties down she moved up at his right, ogling the prick-head in Ella's mouth.
He reached over with his right hand and fluttered his fingers down Dee's belly to her crotch. She tipped her cunt forward, breathing fast. He cupped it, feeling her shiver, the wetness on her puffed twat-lips. Nothing slow about Mom.
"Ohhhh!" she panted, hunching slowly.
"That feels like a hot one, baby," he said.
Her left arm went around his middle. She rubbed her big warm tits on his shoulder, breathing faster. He slid a finger into her cunt.
"OHH!" she gasped, shivering. "You pricky devil!"
Ella began to suck his knob with more vigor, and the stinging sensations indicated he had had about enough of that, for a while. He drew his hips back, breaking the connection.
"I love it!" Ella gasped.
"Get yourself undressed!" Dee commanded. "He can't fuck you with your panties on!"
He turned to Mom and eased her down on the couch, finger-fucking her cunt slowly. She opened her thighs, curving her ass higher, bracing her torso with her arms behind her. He moved between her legs, lowering his head to her bulgy tits. At his left, Ella was removing her mini-skirt and slip, panting with excitement.
Dee arched her tits out. He took a nipple in his lips. He sucked it and tongued it. She shuddered, sinking backward slowly, resting her head on a pillow, her right hand snaking out to his prick. As her fingers went around it, she hunched wildly on his finger.
"Ohhh-OHHH-fuck me!" she quavered.
He was in a rather awkward position, half-standing. He placed a hand on each side of her, leaning forward. Her fingers caressed his cock with frantic eagerness. With his finger now out of her twat, she tilted it high, the nipple in his lips stiffening delightfully.
"Put it in her!" Ella cried, now naked, sprawled on the couch with her slender white shanks opened wide, the brown, curly hair on her cunt spread at the moistened slit. The tempest in his nuts had to be prolonged; he wanted to jab his prong in Dee's lifted, eager cunt, but he suddenly had a better idea.
Releasing the stiffened nipple, he sank onto his knees, working his hands under Dee's quivering ass. The swollen cunt-lips drew his mouth; he felt his tongue turn hard.
"OHHH-hurry!" Dee cried, shaking. "I'm about to go OFF!"
Grinning, now in control of the situation, he breathed on her puffed, drippy cunt. He nuzzled the soft thigh-flesh close to her hole. He kneaded her yielding bottom, lifting her box even higher.
"Make her come!" Ella cried, shrilly.
Hell, this was the real pleasure, making an eager broad wait for it. He had time to wonder why he had never lapped his wife's pussy. Inhibitions, fucking inhibitions. He had been too busy fucking in the old-fashioned way. Then the dreary routine, the expected, functioned fuck to ease the ache in his nuts while he dreamed of pouring his load into another cunt. A man had to have a change!
He had to admit that recently he had been looking at his beautiful young blonde daughters ... What kind of monster lusted for his own flesh and blood? Jesus H. Christ! He was in a bad way.
He ran his tongue-tip along Dee's hot, quivery slit, bottom to top, and then wiggled it around the erect nub of her clitoris.
"OHHH!" she cried, her ass shaking in his hands. "OHHH-it's COMING!"
Ella's right hand was on her own cunt, her long finger diving in and out, in and out. Her slender ass bobbed, her legs flexed, her pretty mouth opened. Virgin, shit! She had been playing with her cunt for years. How many other men had they teamed up on? Well, it was fresh and young, and it needed a cock.
He felt the wild, quick shudders of Dee's cunt and body; he stroked his tongue into the honey-hole and gobbled her sex. She moaned and writhed as the fuck-thrills stormed her crotch; her tits jiggled.
"Ohhh-OHHH-OHHHH-Je-sus!" she wailed, thighs kicking, her cunt fluttering around his plunging tongue. He was glad his private office was fully soundproofed. The banging of her fun-shots went on and on, and she finished with an ass-lifting, butt-shaking frenzy. The poor broad was really cock-starved.
Ella whimpered as she rocked into her finger-come. The view of her dainty cunt going off was utterly delightful. She slumped back on the couch, still gripping her twat. As badly as he needed a blast, he managed to pull away from Dee's opened cunt and stood up. He walked to an office chair and sat down, finding a cigarette. Any bastard his age could ram a cunt and fire a shot-and then begin losing interest.
"You gals come off very good," he said, inhaling.
Ella came out of her sprawled position, taking her fingers from her twat.
"Oh, you're mean!" she giggled, standing and wiggling toward him. Her eyes were fastened on his rigid meat.
"Want to sit down on my cock, cutie?"
"And take dictation?" she tittered.
"Yes. Here's the letter. 'Dear Miss hot-cunt. Regarding that first fuck you mentioned, please be advised that the cock is ready for young pussy. Climb up on it and see if you can take it...."
Ella shook with laughter. "Oh, you old dirty-mouth!"
"Well, hurry up," Dee said, swinging into a sitting pose on the couch. She still wore her long, dark nylons and heels; they added an extra sexy touch to her allure. "Why don't I sit on your desk and watch?"
"Sit close enough and I'll play with it," Earl chuckled.
She laughed; she stood up and sway-assed over to his desk, perching on the edge, thighs apart, within easy reach of his right hand. Ella stared at Mom's cunt, then started to drop her slender ass down, back toward him.
"No, cutie-this way," he said, turning her around. He drew his knees together. "Spread out and bring your pussy down, like this-"
He gripped her hips as her thighs opened; she came closer, and he slid his butt out slightly, drawing her cunt lower. His cockhead grazed her crotch.
"Ohhh, that's the way, huh?" she giggled.
"Now rub your pussy around on the knob," he said, "and get it all slicked up."
"Ohhh, this is real sexy!" Ella panted. Dee leaned forward, staring avidly. He reached for her twat with his freed right hand; she scooted into a more favorable position. He spread the wet, puffed cunt-lips and tickled.
"Uhhhh!" Dee gurgled, weaving her big tits back and forth. "I knew you were a cunt hound the first time I saw you."
Ella squealed with delight as her soft, young twat began to stretch around his prickhead.
"This is it, Mom. MY FIRST FUCK!"
"Oh, take her cherry, Earl. Break it! Give her some long, hot prick!"
Feeling the spread of tender labia around his knob drew achy throbs from his loins. Snug, man. Maybe she was a virgin, after all! Finger-fucking wouldn't have to puncture her hymen. Any girl could play with her clit and not have to go much deeper.
An inch of swollen meat slipped up in her cunt and she shivered, her legs twitched. He nuzzled her hard, pointy tits.
"Ohhhh, it's GOING IN!" Dee cried. "Come down on it, honey! Come down hard!"
Another inch wormed into her tight, tender cunt. She gasped and flinched. "Ohhh-it hurts!" He felt the unmistakable pressure of her maidenhead on his glans. He bucked up, slowly. She yelped, she shuddered, and suddenly he felt the membrane give. His prick went smoothly, voluptuously upward, surrounded by virginal cunt. "OHHH-OHHH!" Ella wailed. "It's GOOD!"
"Jesus!" Dee cried. "Go up and down, fuck it!" He plunged his finger into Mom's slickened cunt, she moaned loudly, she gripped her tits in her hands, hunching wildly on his probe.
"I'm coming!" she panted. "Hurry, Ella! Come with me! OHHHHH-Jesus-NOW!"
Mama's ass almost flipped off the edge of the desk. She lunged and lunged on his finger; Ella shuddered, he felt her pussy quiver, she brought her ass up, down-up, down. Delicious! Snug, tender cunt, getting its first taste of hot male meat. He sucked a dainty tit-spike into his mouth, her light-weight ass bobbed with sensual vigor, and just as Mom's groans and moans reached a zenith of erotic loudness, he felt the sweet, young cunt tremble; her nipple trembled, her thighs flexed and she wailed into her come-off.
He didn't expect any violent twat-tightening, and he didn't get them, but his prick was throbbing into high gear. The fire was crawling up his legs, across his groin and out to the end of his swelling prickhead. BOOM! His gush of come had never been harder! Jesus H. Christ! He was pouring a cupful of hot come into her fluttering, young, tender cunt.
He jerked his finger out of Mom's cunt and gripped Ella's hips, holding her ass while he hunched through his stinging, burning, exploding orgasm. She whimpered and gasped and shook as he pounded his prong into the cunty hole.
His hands dropped, Ella lost her balance and tipped backward; his cock slid out of her twat. She sank down on the carpet, continuing to hunch and hunch. He stood up quickly, his dong still dripping come, and walked between Dee's out-flung thighs.
"Yes, yes!" she panted, her ass on the edge of the desk. She steered his blade to her sheath, and it went hotly, smoothly into her cooze, right up to the nuts.
"OHHHH, God, honey!" she cried. "Make me come again! Ohhhh, ohhhh, it's good! Ohhhh, that's the way! Fuck me hard!"
He wasn't coming, but he was still big and stiff and he was jousting her eager cunt with bullish thrusts. Hands braced behind her, she pushed her tits against his chest and managed to hunch up even in such a balanced, ass-on-the-desk position.
Her cunt had a lively flutter; her wet labia bathed his nuts with juices every time he stroked into her box. Slap, slap, poke! Fuck, fuck, fuck-and fuck, fuck, and the faster he went the harder she fucked back. She loved her meat, man.
She started to whine and shake, and a fierce mewing sound broke from her throat as her fingers dug at his back and shoulders. He would give her a leisurely fuck later; right now she wanted her nuts broken-she couldn't wait.
He gored her cunt with goaty lustings. He was furiously proud of his hard-on; he could last until she went off.
"It's COMING, honey!" she bleated. "Ohhh-ohhh-make it come, now! OHHH, yes, yes, yes! Jes-sus! NOW, NOW!"
Delectable spasms of her cunt squeezed and jumped along the length of his prick. Mama's cunt wasn't just quivering; it was whamming and tightening. The mewling sound became a fierce whine; her cunt exploded, and the quick beating throbs of cunt-meat along his shaft filled his ego to overflowing. Even as his meat began to soften, she continued to rub it and wiggle on it, rolling her ass, bobbing her tits against his chest.
At last his cock wilted down; it fell out of her twat and he dropped into his chair, pooped. Her twat-heavings had given him several sharp, stinging thrills; not a come-off, just a promise of more to come....
CHAPTER SIX
"Like what you're feeling, honey?" Lela Knight said to Al Evans. They were in a shadowy booth at the rear of a small cocktail lounge in Lake City, and Al's hand was under Lela's skirt, sliding between her thighs. Earl was dancing with May on the small floor illuminated only by the glow from the juke box.
"If you'd open up I could feel more, blondie," he chuckled, caressing the heated flesh close to her cunt.
The party planned for Friday night hadn't happened; Earl had arrived home rather late, saying he was pooped after a long day at the store. This was Saturday evening; the two wives had traded places the moment they had left their first stop, a joint on the highway between Spokane and Lake City. Both men were drinking more than Lela would have preferred; if the swap continued, she wanted a good performance from May's handsome husband.
Somehow, the men weren't quite as excited about the car-seat trade as Lela had expected.
Had the wives waited too many years before talking themselves into swapping husbands? May had gone to that Health Center and had bought herself some young prick; would she be disappointed with Earl? Some men at fifty or more were over the hill sexually.
I wish I could screw Donald, Lela thought, feeling her drinks. Young and good looking....
No other customers were seated close to the booth the four had picked, and it was very dark in the lounge, so Lela opened her thighs. Ohhh, it was luscious to have a new hand on her body, tickling her pantied twat.
"Hey, that's better!" he breathed, cupping her cunt firmly.
"How long have you been wanting some of that, honey?" she giggled, hunching on his palm.
"Years!"
You fucked my daughters, Sally and Julie, she thought, enviously. I'm sure of it. I suppose you prefer YOUNG pussy.
"If May will swing with Earl, you can have a sample of it tonight, honey."
"Just like that, huh?" he muttered, his fingers reaching for the band of her panty.
"If you play it just right," she laughed, softly.
"Yeah!" he breathed, aiming his mouth at hers. She opened her lips for his tongue and got it. Shivering, she reached for his crotch. His prick was standing up in his pants. Now his fingers were inside her panties; they crawled down to her moistened cunt; his tongue poked hungrily into her mouth.
Oh, I hope that stiff-on lasts, she thought, trembling. We should have done this fifteen years ago!
Earl danced May into a dark corner of the floor and pulled her tightly nearer. Her big tits pushed at his chest and her ass curved interestingly toward his crotch. Jesus H. Christ, she was burning for prick! Why the hell did everything have to happen at once? Ella and Dee Sanders had sucked all his juice the pervious afternoon; he had got his gun off three fucking times. He had put off this party until Saturday evening.
"That feels wonderful, honey," she murmured, squirming her crotch nearer. "Why did you wait so long?"
"Didn't think you'd swing, baby," he muttered.
She laughed. "Just don't drink too much...."
"Lela said she'd go, huh?" he asked, pulling her skirt up in back, finding her bare, warm thighs and the wide curve of her ass, smoothly nyloned.
"She's been wanting to get at Al for a long time," May whispered. "She's prettier than I am. I didn't think you'd care for such a big old broad!"
"Shit on that, baby! You're plenty sexy."
"I need a real good sexing, honey," she breathed, weaving her ass. She spread her thighs encouragingly, and he reached farther between them, locating her cunt. He felt wetness on her panty; the soft curve of her twat brought his prick up hard.
"Let's get the hell out of here and find a motel," he muttered, fondling her box.
She trembled, her mouth seeking his. Their kiss was a tongue-twisting goody; she back-hunched with eager abandon. For a decade or more he had been looking at her and wondering how it would be, and now it was in his palm. He hoped to hell he could give her all the cock she needed; these broads wanted some strange stuff, too.
Al watched Lela removing her clothes. Fine legs and ass and tits for a woman her age. First the sexy young daughters and now the mother. The drinks and her eagerness hastened her movements; party frock off, yellow half-slip down, revealing the lush promise of her milk-white thighs. He was already naked, sitting in a chair in the motel, waiting with his prick, hard and drippy.
They had rented adjoining units; the door between the compartments was unlocked but closed for the moment. He heard May's soft, excited laughter and Earl's chuckles. He hoped Earl would give her a good fuck; she needed it badly. So did her visiting sister, Sandra Smith, but he hadn't gotten a crack at her. She wouldn't put on a swim suit and come out to the pool.
And maybe she wouldn't put out to her sister's husband. She had seemed disappointed that Donald wasn't at home; did she prefer young prick? Al himself certainly enjoyed young pussy. He had to arrange another play-session with Sally and Julie.
"Aren't you coming over here to get some of this, honey?" Lela purred, removing her bra, arching her tits out. The pink, stiff nipples riding on ice-cream rounded hills pulled him out of the chair.
Laughing, she slid her panties down, kicked them away, and spread herself on the bed. Like the daughters, she didn't have much cunt hair; her slit was wet, the labia swollen. He crawled on the bed at her right and she half-turned, thighs apart. She reached for his prick and cuddled it, squirming her ass.
"That's a good one, honey!" she panted.
"Hard, anyway," he said, cupping her bare, warm twat.
She giggled loudly. "That's what counts!"
"Too many years with the same woman," he muttered, sliding a finger into her cunt.
"Ohhh, shit! You're so right!" She hunched and shuddered. He found a nipple with his mouth and sucked it. Her fingers danced along the length of his cock.
"Ohhh, don't just finger-fuck me, honey!" she gasped. "Put your prick IN!"
"I want to make it last, blondie."
"I'll get it up again, honey. Please!"
Even in his half-soused condition he wasn't too sure. And why the hell did he keep thinking about the dainty, young daughters? Well, she needed her fuck. They could drag out the next one.
He rolled above her and her soft thighs came back with quick knowingness. Her hand steered his cock to the opened hole. She moaned loudly as his prick dived slickly into her box and her ass curved high, pushing his eight inches to the bottom of her cunt.
"Ohhhh-damn!" she panted, weaving her soft ass, "OHHH-OHHH-I'm coming!"
He jabbed his bullish jabs, his whiskey-hard-on stiff and eager. Her cunt fluttered, her ass shook the bed, her rounded tits jiggled, her head drew back. He felt the swift churn of her booming cunt, and all his resolves to hold back and wait didn't work; the tug of his passion was too strong. His party load ran stingingly from his loins out to the swelling knob. He bucked his fuck-juice into her throbbing cunt. She moaned again, shuddering, her thighs tightening around his waist. It wasn't quite as good as he had anticipated, but he was firing her cannon, and that's what she craved.
They rested while her twat fluttered, while her ass continued its hungry lifting at a slower tempo.
"Ohhh, that was good!" she breathed, eyes closed.
"Been waiting a long time for your pussy, baby," he panted, sweat oozing out at the nape of his neck. She humped a few more times and her thighs dropped. He rolled away, his prick at half-mast.
"We'll have to do this more often, honey," she sighed, sliding partially above him, her rounded tits cushioned on his chest.
"Jesus, those are fine big tits, May," Earl breathed, drawing his fingers along the under-slopes, then slowly out to the dark, puffed nipples. They were naked, sitting on the edge of the bed; her hand was on his cock, jacking it slowly, teasingly.
"Why did you wait so long to find out, honey?" she gasped, sinking backward on the pad, her rich, long thighs spread, the dark bush of her cunt arching high for his fingers. Or did she want it sucked? He remembered the sweet taste of Ella's young, fresh pussy. Why couldn't he keep his mind on his work?
He transferred his right hand to her twat; she moaned and hunched.
"Didn't think you'd give me any, baby," he said, plunging his play-finger into her hole.
"Ohhhh, goddamn!" she cried. "It's been there for you a long time!"
"I'll take care of it after this," he muttered, wishing he hadn't had so many drinks. Her cunt felt delectably snug. It was juiced and swollen, her clit standing up sharply. He teased it and she shuddered, crawling toward the center of the bed. He followed, sliding into the saddle of her thighs, enjoying the feel of a new broad spread for fucking.
"Ohhh-hurry!" she panted. Her thighs went back; her ass tipped high for his stroke. She was drunk and turned on and ready for prick, but how long could he last? Sonofabitch! Why the hell hadn't this eager cunt been lifted for him ten years earlier? He had screwed himself dry the previous afternoon. Well, shit, he could get it up again, surely.
His knob dipped into the hot, quivery pudding; she moaned loudly and hunched with lusty abandon. Sock! Right into the action-center of her cunt. It was already coiling around his shaft like burning fingers.
He lifted slightly and she began to fuck up on his pole.
"Ohhh-ohhh, Goddamn!" she panted. "Ohhh, Earl-give me a real hot fuck! I'm dying for it!"
Her abandoned ass-lifting and the peaked swell of her tits began to draw the fuck load from his fuck-sac. Jesus H. Christ, if he shot one now it might take him hours to work up another load!
But it was coming!
"Hang on, honey!" May groaned. "Here it COMES!"
Her lusty ass-bounces creaked the bed. His cock-head was pounding into her shivery box, and suddenly the aching load began to throb along his pole, out to the knob. Her cunt convulsed with excruciatingly swift intensity; his whiskey-shot erupted from his cock. Her ass went wild and her fingers clawed his back as she yelled fiercely. The beating churn of her amazingly active cunt sucked fuck-thrill after fuck-thrill from his nuts and crotch and prick-head.
"OHHHH, God, that's coming HARD!" she panted, starting to slow her lifts on his already shrinking prick. Man, she loved his cock! She whimpered as he pulled it out and dropped onto his back for a sweaty rest.
I'm afraid she's got more cunt than I can handle, he thought, breathing deeply. I'll have to suck it or finger it....
May was dainty-treating her cunt in the bathroom when a light tap sounded on the door. She had left Earl sprawled on the bed, his eyes closed; this surely couldn't be him. The panel swung inward and Lela entered, naked, smiling. She closed the door carefully.
"Fun, huh?" Lela giggled, her eyes roving up and down May's body.
"While it lasted," May said. "Is Al pooped, too?"
"Afraid so, honey ... They drank too much."
"I wish that young Steve Justin was here, the one at the Health Center," May said. "He could fuck us both and have prick to spare!"
Lela sighed. "Our first swap-and maybe we won't get any more all night!" May's words seemed to strike home. "Take me up there with you, soon, honey!"
"I might have a better idea," May said. "I'll let you know...."
"Well, I've got a better idea right now, honey," Lela murmured, walking up to May and cupping a breast in her fingers. "Remember our talk the other day?"
"B-but with the men here?" May stuttered. The seeking hand felt good on her still-erect nipple. Better than good, even. Delightful!
"Shit, they're asleep. I just checked. Come on, honey! I need more fun."
May watched her tits swelling under Lela's clever fingers; her cunt fluttered spicily. More fun-juice leaked out as her passion-curve swept higher; she dropped onto the padded toilet seat, thighs spreading. Fine way to swap! Limp-pricked husbands; too old, too old! Well, Lesbian pleasure would be better than masturbating! Nancy West had sucked her cunt; May loved it!
"In here?" May breathed, as Lela's fingers crawled between her thighs.
"The suite Al and I have has two beds, honey," Lela whispered, caressing May's pussy. "Let them get some good, sound sleep ... Come on, feel my cunt, May. I need one, right now!"
A decorator stool sat in front of the long bathroom mirror, and Lela reached for it, pulling it over beside the toilet bowl. She perched on it, legs apart, sitting at May's right. May reached for the blonde-bushed cunt. Ohhh, this was so sneaky and exciting! Why shouldn't two prick-hungry good friends and neighbors have some finger-and-tittie pleasures?
May pushed a finger into Lela's moistened, puffed-out cunt-lips. At the same time she felt a playful probe wiggle into her own starved twat.
"Ohhh-that's good, honey!" Lela panted, finding May's tingling clitoris. "You've had it for me for a long, long time!"
"It won't take much, honey!" May gasped, tilting her eager cunt higher.
"Don't come too soon, honey," Lela giggled. "Let's play with it!"
"Ohhh, I love waiting for it to come!" May panted.
"That's the best part, sometimes!" Lela whispered. "Bring your titties around. Let's rub 'em together."
May shuddered, arching her breasts forward. In seconds Lela's pink-tipped mounds were sliding sensuously across May's swollen, tender nipples. Dreamy! The thing with Nancy seemed far away, now. Lela seemed more passionate, more eager. There was something twisted about Nancy; she was totally Lesbian.
Ohh, I love prick but I adore this, too, May thought, teasing Lela's small pecker, feeling her shiver. Now a dive into the fluttery depths, while her nipples sharpened delectably.
"It's coming, honey!" Lela panted, her ass shaking.
"Ohhhh, get between my legs, quick!" May cried, bucking on her friend's finger. "I'm coming, too!"
Suddenly the stool tipped over and Lela scrambled swiftly in front of May; her hips drove between May's opened thighs; their breasts mashed together; their cunts burned in a writhing, twisting, bucking connection. Gasping and lurching, they clutched and strained, and May felt the honey start to pour from her slippery, flaming cunt. Rub, rub, and fuck, fuck! The sweet slide of twats and clits fed a deep hunger in May's body. It was awful and wrong and slutty, but ohhhh, the come was coming and the cunt was cunting! Her whole pelvis began to throb with beating delight.
"AHHHH-OHHHH-SHIT, here it COMES!" Lela bleated.
May felt the boom of her fun clear down to her heels. The heaven swept up her thighs, and the quick stinging churning brought an answering cry from her throat. She bobbed her cunt furiously upward, and Lela drove her cunt down and in with hammer-like strokings. The burst of cunt-fun drew her tits into peaked mounds of sensitivity; she weaved them furiously as her fun went bang, pop, wham! The hot glide of puss on puss seemed to make her clit throb with extra, juicy thrill-shots.
It wasn't like having a hot prick pounding deep, but ohhhh, it was good, good, good!
After a few lingering hunches, Lela came out of her awkward position and righted the stool, dropping her ass down on it. May rested limply, watching more wetness dribble from her stinging, relieved pussy.
"Oh, we come together just great!" Lela panted, staring at May's tits and cunt.
May sighed. "When we can't get prick we can have it this way!"
"I'd still love to have some nice, long stiff young cock," Lela giggled, rising and looking at her image in the mirror.
"There's nothing like it, honey," May said, remembering Steve. "They can come off a lot of times and keep it big and hard for hours!"
Both women laughed.
"Aren't we a couple of old bitches?" Lela quipped, twitching her ass. "But what's better than coming?"
"Just more and more comes, honey," May answered, rising, her legs shaky.
"Now, let's go in on that spare bed, and have a real nice slow one."
May nodded, trembling. She loved to stare at Lela's blonde-framed cunt. Her need was rising again.
"I'll suck yours if you'll do the same for me," May said, reaching for the other's titties.
"I thought you'd never ask, honey!" Lela giggled.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Steve Justin pushed the ornate door-bell button at the Al Evans home, admiring the big house, the well-kept grounds. It was Monday afternoon. He had cut out of the Health Center; he and Nancy had argued after he had refused to service a fat pig of a woman who looked at least sixty years old.
Fuck it. He was tired of having somebody tell him who to screw. He had a good nest-egg, a fairly new car, and he had already landed a job at the Greyhound Bus Depot at Spokane. Although he was still fifteen, he looked older, and he had used it to advantage many times, especially when he wanted a fuck. And right now he wanted another crack at May Evans. He hoped her husband wasn't home. She really dug that cock of his.
The door opened and he was momentarily surprised. A tall, dark, well-stacked dame, who looked a lot like May, smiled a greeting. Who the fuck was she?
He had made up a line for such an eventuality, however.
"Is Mrs. Evans at home?" he asked, grinning.
"Nooo. She went shopping. Could I help you?"
He saw the interest in her eyes, the old fuck-light, and he thought: You sure as hell could, baby. If you screw like May does!
"I heard she was looking for a gardener," he said.
"Oh. Would you like to come in and wait? She should be back before long."
He nodded.
Sandra Smith shivered as the youth entered the living room. She had never seen anyone quite as overtly sexy. But so young. Handsome, broad-shouldered, narrow hipped, he had an almost amazing bulge in the crotch of his tight, clean pants. The way he had asked about May sounded as if he already knew her. She hadn't heard a thing about May needing a lawn and grounds worker-but did it matter?
She shivered for more than one reason, too. She had just left the bathroom where she had been playing with her cunt and tender titties; she didn't have a stitch on under the modest house-coat she had donned to answer the jingle of the doorbell.
Ever since she had watched Al fuck and suck those two young blonde twats from next door, Sandra had been in an almost perpetual state of sensual arousal. It was the sexiest, cuntiest thing she had ever seen. She had been playing with herself two or three times a day. She had been hoping Al would make a pass, or that Donald would show up, but nothing had happened.
She took a chair, letting the folds of her robe come apart at the knees. His dark eyes didn't miss it. They were already on a first-name basis; her cunt was leaking more juice than her fingers had brought out. Her big, long tits were swelling; it was sheer agony to wait, like this. She hadn't reached her climax in the bathroom. Of course, she could excuse herself and finish, but she kept hoping something would happen....
"Steve, would you like a drink?" she asked, her voice quavering. She knew her cheeks were hot, almost as hot as her cock-famished pussy.
"Sure," he smiled. That bulge in his pants was growing! No question about it.
I think he HAS fucked May, she decided, trembling. God, if he'd make a pass at me I'd fall on my back like a slut! May won't be home for hours. She and Lela took off somewhere. I'm suspicious of those two....
Steve knew he had something going. She was a widow, better looking and younger than May, if you liked them large and lusty-which he did. Those tit-bulges under her robe looked terrific. Could they be real? He was sure they had gotten larger since he had entered the room.
She was shy and backward; obviously she didn't get out much. She was trying to keep a lady-like front but her face looked flushed. She was turned on, man. She was ready, and he was just enough of a gash-hound to push his luck. She might be a better fuck than May.
As she started to rise out of the chair, he grinned his wolf-grin and decided to make a move.
"Don't go yet, Sandra. Got a little game I'd like to play first. Close your eyes, will you?"
"Silly!" she laughed, but she stayed in the chair, her brown eyes large with excitement. She closed them, her flush deepening. Her fingers tightened on the chair-arms. The poor, big broad was dying for a fuck-but could he make it go so suddenly?
"Tell me exactly what you feel, Sandra," he said, kiddingly.
He moved in front of her and leaned down, sliding his hand under the hem of the robe, in on soft, warm flesh, right above the knee. She trembled and her legs began to open. Shit, she was burning for fun. Fuck-fun.
"What does that feel like?" he teased, his fingers crawling slowly inward.
"What kind of game is this?" she breathed.
"Touch and Tell," he laughed.
"Feels like you're-feeling me up!" she gasped.
Sandra could hardly believe her good fortune! Steve found her sexy! His game was just what she needed, an excuse to respond. God, he was clever! She sneaked a look through her eye-lids; he was unzipping his pants! His fingers on her heated thigh-flesh were drawing honeyed thrills up her legs and down from her stinging tits to her dripping cunt.
"Tell me more," he urged, his hand fondling her naked thighs close to her pussy. Her legs opened, her robe drifted apart, she couldn't keep from arching her prick-starved cunt toward his fingers.
"Oh, you awful young thing!" she cried, shuddering. "You're-touching my-"
"What?"
"Cunt!" she panted. "Ohhhhh!"
At that moment his big prick unfolded from his pants, and her eyes snapped open; she gasped with wonder and lust.
"OHHH-Steve!"
"Feel it, baby," he urged.
His hand cupped her flaming, shivering twat; her hips lurched and her right hand snaked out to his prick. God! It must be ten inches long! Big and hard and wet on the knob! A dream-cock! A wild shudder convulsed her crotch; his finger slid into her cunt, and she felt the fury of re-awakened man-inspired sex-thrills. Her awful period of loneliness and frustration burst like a dam, flooding her crotch and tits and thighs with beat after heavenly beat of savage fulfillment.
"OHH-God damn!" she shrieked. "OHH-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhh!"
Her robe parted all the way down; her big, elongated breasts swayed and jiggled with the tumult of her hip-flipping orgasm. She was too far into her sex-thrall to be self-conscious about her tits, the way they pushed out, out, out!
Steve could hardly believe his senses. He had never seen such a long, hard, coned pair of titties; he had never awakened such a storm of passion in any woman with just his finger. The wild churn of her cunt around his probe, as he jazzed it in her fun hole, shook him deeply. The poor dame was famished for sex; her grip on his cock, while she panted and hunched, was tight and loving, as if she hadn't touched man-meat for ages!
She whimpered and shuddered through her thing, and he pulled his finger out; he began tearing his clothes off. In seconds he was naked; he gripped her and drew her down on the carpet; then he almost leaped between her opened thighs.
Her hips lifted, her eyes flared with need as he pushed his swollen cock-head against her soupy, puffed-out cunt lips. He fastened his mouth on a stiff tit-end of coned flesh, he felt the sweet stretch of her twat, felt her shudders of pleasure, and then his shaft was squeezing and oozing snugly into her fluttering cunt.
"OHHHH-God!" she moaned, fiercely. There was more plaintive hunger in her cry than he had ever heard from a hot woman's throat. With a wild bull hunch he buried his meat in her trembly vagina, felt his big knob touch bottom, and then her cunt was writhing and coiling its sensual hungers.
He began to fuck. She had every inch of his tube in her hot-hole; at every sweep she hunched as if she would never have a prick in her cunt again; her pelvis had a sweet up-swing that was fuckingly sensational! This woman needed cock! He goated her cunt with all his vigor; he gored her with hard, deep pokes. The writhe of her cunt-flesh around his cock-flesh soared his ego to new heights. Man, this was fucking!
She was coming again; he felt it in her stiffened nipples, as he sucked one, then the other. He felt it in her pelvis and heard it from her opened mouth.
"OHHH-God! AGAIN!"
Her cunt erupted, clenching and unclenching around his burning prick; he felt the hot, sweet draw of his fuck-shot along his legs, up to his busy crotch and out to the end of his stroking shaft. He uttered a goat-yell of exquisite pleasure. As he spurted in her cunt, it answered with violent heavings and convulsions; she shouted and shouted, her whole pelvis shook with the storm of her come-come.
Her vagina stopped jumping around, but her cunt was still pushed up for his prick and he continued to fuck it, fuck it, fuck it! He hit her so hard her ass began to scoot along the floor; she moaned and hunched back; sweat came out on his back and shoulders, her long tits turned ever harder, they stuck up even higher, and he bulled her and fucked her with all his young vigor....
Jesus Christ! May was good, but Sandra was great! She gave back every thrust. She panted and moaned and grunted like a wild animal; she fucked his prick with total, jungle abandon.
I never had such a hot cunt-ride in my life! he thought, dizzily. But I've got a lot of juice left; I'll fill her cunt with fuck-shots!
Sandra was working toward her fifth cunty explosion. She was in cock-heaven. That young, long-pricked stud was giving her more meat than Dick ever had. She was wet with perspiration. She could feel his come and her twat-juices dribbling down her vestibule, but she didn't give a damn! His strokes were slowing; he was pausing between bursts of hunches, but ohhhh, he was still fucking and fucking her prick-starved cunt!
Her arms arched and her thigh-muscles quivered with her continuing effort, but she had to have at least one more delicious peak before he finished! She was a slut, a moaning bitch, a female animal, but as long as he was stiff and eager, she needed his prong.
"Make me come again, honey!" she panted.
"I've got more to give, baby," he muttered, sweat dripping down from his face.
"Just fuck me all day!" she wailed.
He rested, quivering. Her cunt was starting to twitch, signaling her next orgasm. But ohhh, it was coming so slowly and lingeringly! His cock started diving once more. Her tired hips responded; her fuck-thrills grew sharper, keener. She sensed that this would finish him, for a while; and she moaned her gratitude. The heavenly pound and swell of his knob said he was working into his next come; he was taking longer. He was humping with more sweaty abandon, jamming and hammering her stinging cunt.
I never dreamed any man could fuck so LONG, she thought, riding a high cloud of tingly anticipation. He's young and strong. That's the answer! I need a boy, not an old, tired man. I need a young man's cock! Steve's cock!
"Tell me when, baby," he panted, stroking faster.
"Yes, yes!" she groaned, hunching, hunching.
Again the honey bunched in her achy crotch. Her big tits puffed up again, her nipples simply stretched with joy. That want was a flaming goad in her shivery, quivery cunt. Her whole body was involved, tits and thighs and ass and mouth.
He paused a few seconds, breathing hard, his cock flexed, as it had before, and she knew this was IT!
"OHHH-NOW!" she screamed. "Fuck me BIG!"
The quick, sure lunges of his wand in her honey-hole triggered her climax. The sweetness crawled up her thighs, into her pelvis, it collected with heavenly suspense; and suddenly the heaven broke with furious, cunty spasms, rocking her fuck-boat, tearing at her ragged sex-nerves, tugging throb after throb from her cunt and tits and even her asshole. She screamed.
The burst of his come, the puff of his huge, pounding knob ripped bolts of sexy thunder from her heaving loins. It rolled to every corner of her body. His harsh groan of delight, as he quick-fucked her cunt with his short, deep lunges, the exquisite burst of his come in her pulsing cunt, floated her into a dreamy, throbbing twilight, where nothing mattered but the beat, beat, beat of cock and pussy, whamming and shooting together!
The best fuck of my whole life, with a teen-aged boy. But I don't care. He can fuck me ANY time!
The following afternoon May and Lela, wearing bikinis, were having cocktails beside the Evans swimming pool. Although it was a warm day, neither had been in the water. May glanced across at her blonde friend, noticing the spread of Lela's white, untanned thighs.
"Your pussy's showing, honey?" May laughed. "That's why I wore these tight panties," Lela giggled, twitching her bottom in the deck chair.
"Are we going to have to play with each other, again?" May asked, winking.
"Well, I haven't had any since the swap, sweetie," Lela smiled. "I see Don is back home...."
"Yes. And Sandra left this morning. Her house burned in her home town; she had to go and tend to things ... She was sure shook about something when I got back home yesterday afternoon. If I didn't know better I'd say someone had given her a good piece of ass!"
Lela giggled. "Suppose Al slipped home?"
"No ... I think he's more interested in those sexy young daughters of yours, honey."
"Well, they sure act itchy," Lela smiled. "When are you going to get in Don's pants?"
"He's almost like a son," May said. "We raised him and everything."
"Oh, shit! He's Al's relative, not yours. I think he's terribly sexy."
The phone rang and May took the pool extension. She didn't know where Donald was at the moment. He had taken a swim in the pool earlier, and she had watched him from the kitchen window. She had to admit that she would love to fuck him. Young, strong and handsome! He had a tremendous cock-bulge; his swim trunks had been very snug, very revealing.
"Mrs. Evans?" a young-sounding male voice asked.
She felt a sharp thrill. "Is this Steve?"
"Yes," came the reply. "I cut out of that Health Center. Got a job here in town."
"Oh, wonderful!" she exclaimed, her pussy twitching. The memory of his long, beautiful prick was vivid in her thoughts. "Are you working today?"
"No."
Her mind worked swiftly. As badly as she wanted to have another sample of young, stiff cock, she wanted Lela to have some fun, too. They had a very intimate association, now.
"Look, honey, are you primed for some fun?"
"Hell, yes, baby."
"Let me call you back in about fifteen minutes, huh? I have something to arrange."
"Great!" he said, his vibrant interest bringing wetness from her tingling puss.
She jotted down his number; they visited a few seconds, and she dropped the receiver.
"Well, how was that?" Lela asked, blue eyes wide.
May giggled. "Honey, how would you like a real swinging swap party, with young stuff?"
"You're reading my sexy mind, darling!"
"Well, hold on to your pussy, honey. It could happen!"
Donald Evans looked out onto the pool area from his bedroom window and his prick vibrated. He had been out in the woods too damned long; he had managed a leave of absence and he intended to get some fucking.
That blonde Lela Knight looked terrific in a bikini; and she sure as hell didn't act her age. She had a sexy lushness of tit and ass that put more stiffness in his cock. The way she wiggled and flirted around, Earl wasn't taking care of it. Of course those young, curvy daughters had a lot, but they were pretty damned young for screwing. He wouldn't mind trying an older dame. They would know how to fuck.
As far as that went, his "aunt" May had a hell of a chassis, too. He had noticed her giving him the old eyeball, and obviously Al wasn't giving her enough gouging. Don needed experience, and a good friend of his, who was screwing an older married dame, had told him that was the place to get it. Shit, why not? May wasn't as pretty as Lela, but she had a great body, long full legs and tremendous, bulging tits.
He was tired of jacking his juice out in the air. He wanted cunt.
Undressing quickly, he was just crawling back into his swim trunks when a light rapping sounded on his door.
"Come in," he called, his hard-on now concealed by the trunks. Or almost. It was riding high, up along his belly. He had almost nine inches that he was very proud of. Two different young girls he had dated hadn't been able to take his cock. His only real fucks had been at a whore house. He could pass for twenty-one almost anywhere.
The door swung inward and Lela Knight entered.
"Oh, young and handsome and sexy!" she laughed, swinging closer, winking boldly. Her glance passed across his crotch, and returned.
"That's some bikini, Lela," he answered.
"Guess I don't sag in too many places," she murmured, adjusting her halter. "Say, May and I are thinking about a party. Are we too old to interest a young, good-looking stud like you?"
"Hell, no! What about Al and Earl?"
She laughed. "What they don't know won't hurt them, honey. May knows a guy about your age...."
"Okay with me," he said, his prick tingling.
"Fun!" she laughed. "We have to be careful. Now, here's what we'll do...."
Steve dropped the phone in its cradle and left his small apartment, grinning. It was all set; he was going to push his stinger into May's cunt again.
He wished it would be Sandra again, but hell, a man needed a change. Both sisters were excellent fucks; but Sandra still was the best he had ever punched. Was she still at May's house, visiting?
I've got to have more of that, he thought, whistling a tune. What a pair of tits! When I kiss them her cunt goes crazy! I want to get her in a motel and spend a whole fucking day with her. I came in her cunt three times. I'll bet I could make it six!
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Great spot for a party," Steve grinned, watching May spread a blanket in the deep grass, shaded by a tall pine tree. He had met the others at a designated spot north of Spokane and May had ridden with him to the privately owned plot of timberland belonging to a friend of Earl Knight. The meadow was surrounded by thick brush and more pine trees. The friend was out of town, and Lela had told them they wouldn't be interrupted.
During the drive, while he had fingered May's thighs, Steve had learned Sandra's whereabouts. A disaster had drawn her back home. He didn't want to admit to May that he even knew her lusty, big-breasted sister. That was special, man. He knew where Grangemont was; he would drive down there and look her up as soon as he could. About two hundred miles from Spokane.
Right now, though, he was going to enjoy himself with May.
Lela shrugged out her shorty beach robe and sank down on the blanket she had just spread in the grass, close to the one Steve and May would occupy. The boys wore only swim trunks, and the women hadn't changed out of their bikinis.
"Have a beer, honey," she smiled at Don, who seemed just a little backward. He had carried the cold hamper from the Knight sedan; both cars were parked nearby. On the drive out she had teased him and kept her robe open so he could look at her breasts and crotch.
I'm going to get some young stiff prick! she thought, deliciously. And it sure looks like a big one! Ohhh, damn! I can hardly wait!
Steve was sitting beside May, her robe was off and he was already fooling around with her stretched bikini halter. Nothing slow about him.
May acted very flustered, as if Steve had finger-fucked her on the way out from the city. After all, he had been a stud-for-pay at a "health resort." Lela could see his prick standing up in his swim trunks.
Don popped a couple of beer cans and handed one to Lela; he sat down at her right. She patted the inside of his bare leg, close to his prick-bulge. She turned her head and whispered in his ear.
"Play with me, honey. Don't be bashful...."
Don trembled. His cock had been half-hard ever since Lela had wiggled into his bedroom, a blaze of tail-light in her big blue eyes, and now it was bulging stiffly inside his swim trunks, dribbling juice. The stretch of halter over her prominent tits made his tongue almost as hard as his cock. A middle-aged fuck from a sexy blonde! How far out could it get?
Instead of young, inexperienced broads, he and Steve had dames old enough to be their mothers; but they were here for one thing, sex. Sure, they liked some fooling around, like any woman, but the older ones knew how, man.
He put his can of beer in the grass and circled Lela's waist with his left arm. She pressed her warm, rounded thigh against his left leg, opening invitingly. The view of her crotch, where the bikini panties hugged her cunt, showing the crevice, sent blood hammering in his veins. She stuck her tongue out, wetting her lips. Her fingers crawled up to his loins, shaping the outline of his cock. Sonofabitch!
"I've been wanting some of this for a long time, honey," she breathed. "I'm sure glad you took some of your vacation."
He trembled, reaching for a thrusting tit. She swung it nearer, boldly. The nipple was standing out under the thin, yellow halter. Her fluttery tongue lured his mouth.
"Never thought you'd like a guy as young as I am," he blurted.
"Oh, shit!" she whispered. "Say something sexy. " Her fingers pressed his cock-tent.
"I saw you taking a sun-bath one day and I got a big hard-on!" he said.
She laughed. "Good! Take my halter off and start making my breasts hard."
Her mouth came closer, her lips opened, her left arm went around his neck. He kissed her, and a jolt of fire shot through his body. Earl's wife wanted his cock! Jesus, I'll bet she knows every fuck-trick in the book!
Her tongue daggered his mouth. As he shaped the outline of a big, jaunty tit, her hand began creeping inside his trunks. In seconds her fingers located his bare, wet cockhead. She shivered, toying with it. Her tongue was diving and coiling sexily in his mouth. Son-of-a-bitch!
He happened to glance over at May and Steve. Wow! Nothing slow about them. May's halter was off; she was on her back on the blanket, heavy thighs wide apart, and Steve was sucking a nipple, his right hand inside May's bikini panties. Her wide hips were twitching and lifting. Her big tits looked as though they stuck up a foot!
Are we going to fuck right here, in front of each other? Don wondered, shaking with passion. These older dames are SWINGERS.
With growing boldness, Don lifted Lela's tit-filled halter. Her finger-tips pressed his cockhead. Man! He shuddered, feeling the cunt-hunger collecting in his crotch. Her mouth jerked away just as he filled his hand with rounded, stiff-nippled tit-flesh.
"Honey, don't come yet!" she panted.
"Sonofabitch!" he gasped, his fun-trigger almost at the firing point.
She moved quickly. Suddenly she was crouched at his side; his trunks were sliding down, his aching cock appeared and her blonde head lowered. Her lips opened....
"Uhhhh!" he moaned as the sweet, soft hotness of her mouth enclosed his stinging prick-head. She uttered a muffled wail of delight, her head bobbed up and down, her bared tits swaying seductively. One whore had sucked his prick as a build-up gesture, but he had never gone off in a dame's throat. Man alive, but it was coming now! Her fingers dug into his ass, her mouth sucked the burning passion from his crotch and nuts, he uttered a fierce, goaty cry; then he was spurting his achy fuck-load into her writhing, pumping mouth!
"UHHH!" he shouted. What a fucking, wild sensation!
Lela felt the hot burst of his come in her throat, and her tongue and lips went wild. She hadn't sucked a prick since her high school days! Glorious, stiff young cock! And it would stay hard for hours and hours! Her cunt twitched a fresh batch of slickness into her panty, her tender nipples ached for more fondling. The throb of coming prick in her mouth fed a cunty hunger in her being. She gobbled the last of his squirts and swallowed it down; reluctantly she eased her lips from his knob.
Don was flat on his back, now, breathing heavily.
A squeal of delight from May turned Lela's head. Steve was nuzzling her swollen tits and his play finger was diving in her uptilted cunt. She was hunching with ass-quivering abandon. She, Lela, loved to hear May's cries.
"I'm coming, honey!" she wailed.
Don watched, too. His nine-incher stiffened again. No limp peckers with a sixteen-year-old!
"Come real big, May!" Lela exclaimed, rising to her feet. She quickly skinned out of the offending bikini panty. She leaned over and pulled Don's trunks the rest of the way down, along his legs. He was entranced with the scene on the other blanket; May having her leg-kicking finger-blast, her big tits bulging high with her passion.
She comes harder than I do, Lela thought, enviously. But maybe I can come off more TIMES. What a sexy ball!
Don had never seen anything quite so goddamned sensual; the woman who had raised him was going nuts on a young stud's finger. What would she do when she got a prick in her cunt? Steve's trunks weren't off, yet. He had to admire Steve's control; how the hell could he wait so long before he went off?
Steve lifted away from May, who was now sprawled lushly on the blanket. She smiled up at Steve.
"Hurry and get that prick out, honey!"
He grinned, leaned over and slid her panty down her thighs. She cooperated eagerly, drawing her legs together, and then spreading them wide once more. Her dark, wet cunt-fascinated Don.
"You could look at my twat a while!" Lela giggled. She walked astraddle of his hips. He stared upward. Now a blonde-framed cunt, the lips all puffed until the red inner pussy-flesh showed, tantalized his senses. What a fucking, swinging party!
Steve lowered his trunks, and a huge hunk of rigid meat emerged.
"Ohhhh, that's some prick!" Lela cried.
Steve smiled across at her. "You want to try it after while, baby?"
"I think I've got all the cock I can handle, right here!" she laughed shrilly, staring down at Don's pole. She sank to her hands and knees, thighs spread over Don's slanted, drippy-headed cock. "Reach down and play with it, honey. Get it all ready for shafting!"
Don was in the fuck-haze; he had never dreamed that anything so fucking lewd would ever happen to him. These older broads didn't give a shit about anything.
He reached for Lela's opened cunt. He tickled it and fondled it while she waved her tits and panted, hunching down as he finger-fucked upward. At his left, May was hauling her long, heavy thighs toward her chin, lifting her cunt high, waving it at Steve.
"Hurry up and fuck it, honey!" May giggled.
"Ohhhh-that's enough finger-fucking, honey!" Lela cried. He pulled his hand from her cunt and she crawled forward. "Push it up in there. I'm going to COME!"
Don gripped his cock and steered it to the blonde-haired target. He felt the luscious spread of her twat-lips, the searing heat of her fluttery cunt; she uttered a whimper of pleasure, he pulled his hand back and she drove his cock slickly upward into her fun-tube.
"OHH-shit!" Lela cried, hunching slowly, pounding his knob at the end of her cunt with each cunty stroke. He had never been topped, even in a whorehouse. It was terrific! He clutched at her swaying, pink-crested tits, kneading and playing. He heard a moan of pleasure from May, and he looked over just in time to see Steve's huge, dark shaft slide snugly into her curved-up cunt.
Steve felt the twitchy, fluttery spread of May's eager cunt, heard her groan of delight. Jeesus. Jeesus, it was almost as snug as her sister's box, and just as lively. He had made a lot of moves, left the resort, for another fuck at May's cunt, and now he had her. The sisters had swingin' twats, and big, high tits-but Sandra still had that special something, a frantic eagerness, a savage abandon he had found in no other woman, young or old. Well, Sandra wasn't here, and May was. And maybe he would get to throw a fuck into that blonde too, before the day was over. She had an interesting ass-hunch; she loved her cockmeat. Poor Donald acted like he had never been top screwed in his life. He was bug-eyed.
"How many times is your cunt going to come off today, baby?" he breathed at May, licking a stiff, expanded nipple.
"Oh, you beautiful fucking machine!" she gasped, her twat tightening around his prod. "Bet I can last longer than you can!"
As Don felt his aching cock-head begin to swell, he raised his ass higher, wanting her to jab faster. He was almost there, but not quite! It was almost like the times when he dragged out the fun while he was jacking off. Lela knew how to delay the climax, how to hold back. This was fucking! Man, it was more than fucking, it was an orgy. Watching May get her fuck-kicks added to his thrill. Man, she talked dirtier than Lela.
"Ohhh, this is going to be a boomer, honey!" Lela gasped, resting on a down-stroke.
Don had never waited so many achy seconds for a come-off. It was almost torture! The slap-slap of Steve's cock in May's cunt, the energetic bucking as their asses moved in the primal rhythm, made the come-ache even wilder.
"Uhhh!" he groaned, trying to stroke upward.
"Ohhh-OHHH-okay, honey-HERE IT COMES!"
The awful waiting was over; her ass lurched, her cunt began to slide swiftly on his cock; she was coming away up, stroking down with a sensual rotary motion, ending with deep pokes that banged his tender, hard knob against her womb. Faster, faster-sweeter, stronger!
Suddenly her vagina exploded. The violent writhings of her cunt-muscles around his throbbing prick were fantastic!
"OHH-OHH-OHHH! " she shouted as the first heard pulses wrenched his meat. Then, as the voluptuous coiling and pounding went on, she bleated more cries of victory. "Ohhh, shit! Ohhh, oh, oh, ohhh, OHHH!"
His cockhead seemed to break apart. His gush of come seemed to pull clear from his asshole; each fiery squirt was better than the last! He was pouring a big fuck into her blonde, convulsing cunt.
Don rested, watching Steve fuck May. He could learn something from Steve! He fucked a few strokes and then pulled his cock almost out. He let the knob rest in the pussy-lips and when he came in he bucked like a goat. May groaned with joy every time he lunged deep; then he pulled out very slowly.
He had heard that Negroes fucked that way, in fast and out slow, building the anticipation for the next prick-poke. The tautness of May's face, the high swell of her tits, the quiver of her thighs and ass, said her cunt was happy. How she could buck up on his cock when her knees were so far forward? She was a fucking acrobat!
Now Lela began stroking.
Lela was in pure fuck-heaven. Don's prick still was as hard as a ram-rod; her first come-shot with him had been simply too much! Her tits were inches bigger than usual, much more sensitive. She leaned forward so Don could suck them while she rotated deliciously on his rock-hard cock. He took the hint. He didn't know as much about nipple-gobbling as some men, but he was learning.
And ohhh, it was so delicious to top-ride again. Al's prick was too limber for it. In the earlier years she had bounced out her fun above him, but nothing was worse than to have a prick fall out just when she was ready for her come-fun. No danger of that, now. Young prick was the answer to an old woman's prayer!
Sandra Smith wished now she hadn't returned to her smoking, ruined home. She was sitting in a motel room in Grangemont, feeling sick inside. Maybe this was better, though. Her life with Dick was over; she was adequately insured, and maybe she needed a fresh start, away from all the memories of her former, happier years.
One person loomed in her mind above all others-Steve Justin. She was furiously eager to return to Spokane. She had his phone number and address.
But I'm forty-five, and he's not much over fifteen!
How could she treat her wild fuck out with any kind of seriousness? A youth couldn't possibly care about an old, long-titted broad! He had seen her aching need and he had fucked her. And ohhh, what a fuck!
He screwed me all over the living room floor; he just kept jabbing and jabbing and my cunt just kept going off, and off, and OFF!
She shuddered and opened her dressing gown. She was naked underneath. She had just showered and fixed her hair. The shock of losing her home had pushed her sex-hungers into the background, for a while, but now they were raging through her body again, stronger than ever.
Could she buy Steve? Could she make him some kind of proposition? He acted like an independent sort of young devil. Offering him money might be the wrong approach. But she had to see him again. She hoped he would want to screw her again!
She threw herself on the bed, the memory of that wonderful big prick filling her cunt so vivid she almost cried out in anguish. Her long, tender breasts were firming. Her cunt was burning, turning wet, and now there was only one thing to ease her sex-fever-masturbation again!
But oh, she hated to just play with her cunt and tits the way she had for so many years! If she could just have something in her cunt, anything to remind her of Steve's big, stiff cock. She had heard about artificial pricks, but she didn't have one.
Desperate, her crotch aching with sex-fever, she glanced at a tray containing soft drink bottles which she had emptied earlier in the day. Her eyes widened, her brain worked swiftly. One brand of soft drink stuff had come in a long bottle, about two inches thick and ten or so inches high. She had read about whores pushing bottles up in their cunts for a dirty display....
Dropping her dressing gown, she left the bed and picked up the bottle. It might just work! She rushed naked into the bathroom and ran water from the hot faucet. She warmed the object, feeling a wave of slutty need gather in her twat. She would close her eyes, not watch it go up her cunt, if it would go, at all. She had to try it!
Steve's prick was at least this big, and probably longer. She had been so busy enjoying it she hadn't actually measured it!
With the cola bottle heated, she returned to the bed and sprawled out in her usual masturbating position. She slid a pillow under her ass, two more under her head. She rested, breathing fast, and closed her eyes.
She could tease the narrow neck of the bottle in her pussy first, then gradually work her twat until it would accommodate the larger, longer section. What horrid thoughts went through an old blister's mind!
Ohhh, if Steve was here now I'd fuck him for hours! He could eat me or lick me or suck me or do anything! I'd take his cock in my mouth, I'd even lap his asshole! I never felt this way about anyone! When he touches me I turn into a raving, cunt-cock animal! He could fuck my asshole, my mouth or my tits or even my hair! I'd love to crawl on top of him and lick his balls and rub my tits everywhere! We didn't have time for all those things. We were too busy just fucking! When that big knob explodes in my cunt I go ape shit, I go crazy! I never went off so hard and so many times in my life!
"Ohhhhh, Steve!" she cried out, shaping her tits higher and higher. How tender they were, how spiked her nipples! No sex since Steve had poured that last squirt into her throbbing cunt, only shock and loneliness....
Her fingers teased her stinging nipples. Ohhh! He was sucking them, now. One after the other. Her tit-cones puffed higher, her breasts became as stiff and firm as green, hard melons. She felt sugary waves of need rippling along her opened thighs. Her cunt lifted, her ass wiggled, shaking the bed.
She reached frantically for the heated bottle; it rolled out of her grasp. Suddenly the honey rolled achingly through her pelvis, she uttered a shrill cry of sexy delight. She was coming, coming, COMING! No need to even touch her cunt. She squeezed her burning tits. Her hands flew on the pointy nipples, and then the shock-waves of cunty joy rocked her into dreamland.
The wild convulsing of her vagina, as a picture of Steve flamed through her mind, fed her frantic need. He was jousting his cock in her cunt. It was going off and off, and off and ohhh, OFF!
She could almost feel the lusty spurt of his come in her throbbing box, as she rattled the bed with her hip thrusts, fucking, fucking, fucking until the cunt juice dribbled burningly from her twitching cunt.
The bottle thudded onto the carpet.
She cursed it, and her thoughts returned to her cunt-tingling escape. The dreamy after-thrills bathed her starved sex-nerves like an elixir.
"Ohhhh, Steve! she cried. "I had that one for you!"
CHAPTER NINE
"We're back for another swim, Al," a bright, girlish voice said. Sally Knight stood at the swimming pool entrance, bikini-clad, a colored towel in her hands. Julie was behind her, smiling.
Al had left his insurance office at two o'clock, thinking about a cooling swim in his pool. When he had arrived at home, no one was around. Don was probably out chasing some young cunt, and he didn't know where May was.
Too bad Sandra had pulled out so quickly, just before Don's arrival. Al figured he might accidentally get some of that. Right now, he wasn't thinking about Sandra, however. The Knight sisters were here, blonde, cute and sexy. The fact that he hadn't got his cock in either one of them had been bugging him. But he had enjoyed himself. Playing with tender pussy-and sucking it-was hard to beat!
Their mother was a good fuck; he hoped the dames would arrange another swap party. Next time he wouldn't drink so heavily. The girls had seem satisfied with their first swap. Hell, they weren't used to getting much cock, anyway. New prick seemed to do them both good.
"You two want to swim or play?" Al chuckled, rising out of his chair. His prick was rising in his swim trunks.
The sisters giggled. "Is anybody home?" Sally asked.
"No. Come on over and give me a show, cuties."
"Nobody's home at our place, either," Julie tittered, staring at his body. She wiggled nearer and stuck her tongue out. Today their bikinis were red and very mini.
"You liked that other party, hey?" he smiled.
"Groovy!" Sally giggled. "You're our secret boy friend."
He slid between them, circling a soft, pliant waist with each arm. He remembered their surprisingly frank words-their abandoned behavior. The now generation. An old married stud was "safe".
"We bought these new bikinis just for you, honey!" Julie tittered, swaying against him.
I'm going to fuck them today if it kills me, he thought, lifting his hand to Julie's pouty young breasts so fetchingly haltered. They had left too soon the time before; they had been afraid to stay overly-long at the Evans house. Sandra had been in the place somewhere, too. If she had heard anything she hadn't mentioned it, though. His mind worked cleverly, swiftly. He didn't want May or Don returning home at the wrong time.
"How would you cute gals like to go for a ride?
I know a place where we can hide out."
"Dreamy!" Julie cooed, watching her fingers press a red-covered tittie.
"Natch!" Sally agreed, twitching her chubby ass.
A business friend of Al's was on vacation, out of town. The friend had a big basement party and rec room that he had offered for Al's use, if he wished. Now was the time for it. The place was north of Spokane, out in the country; hell of a spot for a swinging party. Go, man go!
"You boys want to swap blankets?" Lela Knight asked, sipping a beer. After watching Steve pour the prick to May, Lela was dying to get some of that beautiful ten inches. That young stud had been around.
"Don't be in such a hurry, honey," May laughed. She was stretched on her back, one long thigh drawn up, and Steve's right hand was on her cunt. Don still seemed rather up-tight, but at least his prick was still standing. Lela was caressing it lazily.
"They can always trade back again," Lela gushed, down-drawing the foreskin of Don's prick until the whole pink knob was bare. He was sitting with his legs pulled up, so May and Steve couldn't see his hard-on.
"Any time you gals give the word," Steve chuckled, pushing a finger into May's cunt.
She unhinged her hips with several slow fuck-lifts. Her hands passed across her passion-swollen tits. Lela sank backward, pushing the can of beer aside. She opened her thighs wide.
"Honey, you ride it this time," she said to Don. "That top-fucking kind of poops me!"
Don trembled, gulping the last of his third beer. He found it hard to believe he was here, even yet, The idea of swapping women was almost too sexy; it was like a jack-off dream. Married broads, too. That made things even wilder. These older dames would do any fucking thing.
"Hell, let's trade cunts right now!" Steve exclaimed.
May laughed. "Lela, I think he wants a blonde pussy!"
"Well, it's over here waiting!" Lela chirped, pushing her hips upward.
Don found himself rising and passing Steve. Don dropped to his knees between May's opened thighs. Man, what a pair of high, coned tits! He stared down at her lifted, dark-framed cunt; she brought her thighs back toward her chin, keeping them apart.
"Want to suck it first, honey?" May breathed, twitching her ass suggestively. Her tongue fluttered between her lips.
"Later," he said, chokingly. His passion was building high. Somehow, May was sexier than the blonde. Or was it because he was going to screw the forbidden cunt belonging to his own relative's wife? Hell, it was almost like incest. She had treated him like a son; she mothered him like a son, and he wondered how long she had been wanting to fuck him.
"I'll top it for you, honey," she whispered.
"No!" he gasped, crawling forward. He remembered the times he had listened to Al and May creaking the bed-springs. Hell, I've been jealous of Al all the time; I wanted to dive my cock in her soup. When I heard her going off, I imagined I was shooting a wad up in her cunt!
As his eager prick touched her dripping cunt, as his knob spread the labia, as she up-hunched and moaned with anticipation, arching her big tits toward her lowering mouth, he remembered something else. One day he had seen one of May's bras in the clothes hamper; he had lifted it out and sniffed at it, and he had had a terrific erection. He had jacked his come into a bra cup....
"Ohhh!" May gasped. His prick was sliding into her cunt. Man, it was more active than Lela's; it was coiling around his meat before he even hit bottom! Sonofabitch! Wham! His knob hit her depths; she shuddered; her ass wiggled, and her tits seemed to peak up even higher.
In a sex-frenzy he hadn't known with Lela, he drew a long, puffed nipple into his mouth. He gored her cunt with long, hard strokes. Every time he jabbed she uttered a hungry moan; their loins were going slap, slap, slap! His nuts were hitting her lower cunt-lips at each bottom-sounding thrust.
She had built-in timing. Her cunt trembled around his prick with each jab; her ass caught the rhythm of his down-driving shaft. Again he was amazed at the agility of her body, but her hands, behind her knees, were helping her to swing her ass.
"Rest a minute, honey!" she panted. "This is going to be a dandy!"
He nodded, beer sweat oozing out on his shoulders. His cock felt a yard long! Her cunt was hotter than Lela's. Her quakes and trembles, the luscious tightening of her fun-tube, brought a groan of delight from his lips.
"Now, fuck it real slow and easy, honey," May gasped. "Suck my titties some more. Ohhhhhh-that's the way!"
His tongue seemed to know what to do with that sexy grape in his mouth. He sucked and tongued and panted around it while her pussy twitched voluptuously.
"Goddamn, that's wonderful, Don!" she whispered. "You're sexy!"
He was aware of Steve jabbing Lela's cunt, on the other blanket, but he was no longer interested in watching. Maybe he had stared at Steve and May because he was still jealous of anyone who fucked her. Well, he was fucking her now, and she loved it, loved it!
May was having more than a party-fun fuck with Don. His prick wasn't quite as thick or as long as Steve's, but there was something about him, his eagerness, his concentration, his total involvement with her twat and tits, that was deliciously flattering. Steve was a handsome young stud with a long prick, but Don was almost like her own flesh and blood; his naive actions simply heightened her excitement.
She had watched Lela bouncing and bobbing on Don's cock. She had noticed his obvious innocence about various moves, and she had also observed his glances at the other blanket, where Steve had been fucking.
I hope he won't want to change back to the blonde. I want all the rest of his fuck-loads! He won't have to jack off any more. I'll see to that!
May caressed Don's shoulders and back, urging him to start poking again.
Ohhhh, he was taking her advice. He was fucking slowly, sweetly. Had he learned this by watching Steve? Out slowly, in fast. Sock! But it was sweeter and better when Don did it. Sure, she was an old, cock-hungry bitch, out on a fuck-party with two young studs, but Don's prick was special. He was special.
"OHH, I'm coming, honey!" she moaned. "Come with me, please!"
He nodded, his lips surrounding a nipple. Her cunt twitched wildly. She tipped her ass even higher and dug her fingers into his shoulders.
"Now, fuck me deep and hard, Don honey! She gasped. "Pour me your best fun. Shoot it away up in there!"
He moaned and braced himself, and just as her twat tensed for its exotic threshings, she felt the dreamy swell of his young, hard cock-head. He pounded her with boar-like thrusts and goated her cunt with wild dog-hunches. The bursting of come-fun in her pelvis rocked her hard, convulsing her whole crotch, vibrating her thighs, puckering her asshole! His spurts were magically timed with the beat, beat, beat of her exploding cunt! Whap, boom, sock!
She wailed her delight. Don's yell came at exactly the same second, roaring in her ears, stunting her cunt into more furious responses. Her cunt was jumping and writhing with such voluptuous quickness, she was transported into a haze of fuck-lust. The heavenly spurting of his juice brought her thrall to a new, churning height. This was really GOING OFF.
Don slowed his strokes and rested with his meat snugly buried in May's pulsing cunt. Man alive, what an orgasm! Her hot twat just sucked the fire from his knob, drawing sweet bonus quivers from his ass and along his spine. He rested his face between her big, pointy tits and she pressed them close.
"Ohhh, we sure come good together, honey," she whispered, weaving her ass. "Whenever you want some at home you let me know, huh?"
"Man, I sure will!" he whispered back.
"Hey, join the party," Steve laughed, breaking the closeness between Don and May.
"I was just telling him how good it is, kids," May laughed.
Don sighed. More "party talk," and more beer. Sure, he was good for more fucks, but he hoped they would be in May's cunt. He pulled out reluctantly.
I'll get it steady from now on, he thought, stretching out on the blanket, prick now hidden beneath him. Right at home!
"Don't be bashful, Don. Let's see if May took all the starch out of it!"
Lela's sally brought laughter from Steve and May.
Don rolled over. His cock still was rigid.
More giggles and laughter.
"Up and coming!" Lela quipped.
"Bet he can't come for a while after that fuck with May," Steve gurgled, around the neck of a beer bottle.
Al steered his two young chicks into the large basement rec room. On the drive out to his friend's house he had enjoyed himself, fondling their cunts and titties. Of course, their bikinis still were on-but not for long.
He adjusted the lights and Sally put records on the stereo turntable. Slipping behind the elaborate bar, he mixed the girls a couple of strong screwdrivers. He decided one drink of Scotch would be enough for him. The sisters were delighted with the setup; they perched prettily on bar stools, sipping their highballs.
While they were occupied, giggling and staring at his swim trunks, fussing with their hair and make-up, he located the drawer that contained a batch of sex gimmicks his friend had said were sometimes useful on a party. There were French ticklers, rubber prick lengtheners, dildoes, artificial and colored rubber cunts, direct from Japan. He found a couple of long, slender dildoes with balls attached and lifted them out.
"You gals ever see anything like this?" he asked, placing the objects on the bar top.
"Oh, you awful thing, you!" Sally tittered, blue eyes wide.
"It's a prick!" Julie giggled.
"Two pricks, honey!" Sally laughed. "But we want your prick, honey," she finished, staring at Al's trunks.
He grinned and lowered his trunks. His cock was good and stiff, already wet on the knob.
"Dreamy!" Julie chirped. "It's bigger than these rubber pricks!"
"That's the problem, cuties," he laughed. "Why don't you two fool around with these smaller models?"
"Sexy!" Sally screamed. "Oh, Al, stop teasing us and start playing with us!"
Grinning, he moved out from behind the bar and took a stool between them. Julie was examining one of the dildoes. He reached over and unfastened her mini-halter. In seconds he was cuddling a sweet, firm, pink-nippled tittie. He dropped his other hand between Sally's plump, velvety thighs. She squirmed her ass, breathing in his ear.
"Are you going to fuck us today, honey?"
He wormed his hand inside her bikini panties, teasing the tender cunt-flesh. The cute, soft crevice was moist. The earlier fondlings had done that.
"If you can stretch it out far enough, baby," he chuckled. She shivered and giggled loudly. "I'll do anything you say, Al!"
"Me, too!" Julie chirped, wiggling her tittie in his palm. "We want to get screwed!"
"I'll keep swapping you back and forth until I make it, girls." He pushed a finger into Sally's dewy hole.
"Ohhhh, fun!" she giggled, hunching.
"Tell you what, you cute blondes," he said. "Try these artificial cocks first."
He had never seen a dame use a dildo; he figured it would be one hell of a kick. He had to space out his comes. They could take plenty of time, now, with no fear of interruptions. With him these young cunts were utterly uninhibited. They trusted him.
He felt soft fingers on his naked prick; Sally had her hand on the shaft. Julie watched. His eight inches was really up there. Chuckling, he pulled her hand away and stood up. His finger slipped out of her juicy cunt.
"Come on, gals, give me a show with the dil, dildo!"
"Oh, you sexy thing, you!" Julie cried. "Come on, Sis. I'm ready!"
Laughing, they left the stools and removed their bikinis. Taking a dildo apiece, they wiggled to a low studio couch that sat near the bar. He moved between them.
"Haven't you gals ever had a real fuck?" he asked, willing to bet that both had pushed something in their twats beside fingers.
"NO!" Sally tittered excitedly. "We want you to be the first, honey."
"We told you that before," Julie said, aiming the head of the dildo at her upraised pussy.
"Well, I tried," he laughed. "Today I'm going to make it."
"You'd better, honey!" Sally giggled. "Well, here goes!"
Al watched the pink plastic cock-knob start into Sally's cunt. One inch, two inches ... She trembled.
"Ohhh, groovy!" she cried, curving her butt forward.
Now Julie pushed her dildo between the wet, dainty cunt-lips. She was at his left. Her knee rubbed his leg as the pink shaft began to slide into the pussy.
"OHHH-dreamy!" she gasped. Her right hand caressed his meat, her hips lifted.
He played with Sally's pointy tits. Her dildo was sliding in and out, in and out. Her hips went back and forth on the couch. What a scene! She reached for his cock with her left hand, and then his prick was being squeezed by both pretty blondes.
"Who's going to come first, girlies?" he asked.
"OHHH-I'm almost-right now!" Julie cried, poking the dildo swiftly in and out, in and out.
"Feels good up in there, huh?" he teased.
"OHHH, you know it!" Sally panted. He felt her shudder.
"Better than a finger, hey?" Al asked, banteringly.
No answer. Both were busy fucking their cunts, panting, hunching. Perhaps they had never been man-screwed, but he was sure this wasn't the first time they had buggered their cunts with something. Probably carrots or brush-handles had been in there before. Didn't matter; they were turning on. Give them their sexy kicks.
"OHHH-I'm coming!" Julie cried, her plump ass bobbing on the couch.
"Ohhh, you little hot-cunt, wait for me!" Sally wailed, whipping the dildo swiftly in and out.
"I-can't!" Julie whimpered. "OHHH-OHHH!" Her fingers gripped his prick convulsively, her head went back, her legs stiffened, her ass arched high. He felt the sweet tremors of her young body. She lurched into her cunty fun, fun, fun.
"OHHH-it's GOOD!" Julie shouted.
"Ohhh mine's coming, too!" Sally moaned, kicking her legs.
"Fuck it, fuck it!" Al encouraged.
The couch creaked with their wiggles and jiggles. Dainty young twats, bucking out their party comes, swinging. A fresh flood of juice oozed out on his stretched cock-head. Control, man, control. Give them plenty of come-offs. He wished to hell he was twenty years younger. But he still had his mouth and fingers. They loved to be eaten.
"Dreamy!" Julie sighed, leaving the dildo in her cunt while she rested. Sally, still panting, wasn't quite through with her jiggly delight. She finished with quick lifts and flopped back on the couch.
"De-lish!" she murmured, fondling his prickhead. "When are you going to have your fun, honey?"
"Move over to that other couch and let's try it, cutie," he said, his fever climbing. Shit, he could fire three or four times. He needed a blast-out.
Delighted, giggling, Sally withdrew the dildo and pranced to the couch across the room. She sprawled out, tipping her pussy high. He crawled between her thighs, bringing his aching knob against her dainty young cunt. She raised her head, watching avidly. Julie, still on the other couch, was also staring.
The sweet spread of tender labia around his knob drew a hungry moan from his throat. Her dildo-come had slickened her cunt. He began sucking her nipples, worming his prick-head against the snug, teen-aged cunt. Terrific! Juicy and hot. He pushed.
"Ohhhhh!" Sally whimpered. "Make it go IN!"
Suddenly the younger sister was crouched beside the couch, ogling the connection.
"Push up, honey!" Julie panted, as excited as Sally. "Spread away out!"
He felt his hot knob pass the first barrier. He was pushing into her sweet-hole. One inch, two inches. Goddamn! It was so tight he knew he couldn't last long. Moaning, he drove his shaft slowly into her quivery cunt.
"OHHH-that's it!" Julie cried. "Real prick!"
Sally came up hesitantly. She whimpered again; her nipples stiffened. He hit bottom.
"Now, fuck me, honey!" Sally cried, her thighs shaking.
He began to slide his prick slowly; she couldn't take quite all of his length, but he had her dewy cunt filled with his meat, at last.
"Bring your legs back, baby," he panted, almost ready to pop his nuts.
She started to lift her thighs. He felt the faint flutter of her stretched pussy; his knob puffed and the stinging passion shot along his shaft. He groaned and went into his short strokes. Sonofabitch!
"He's coming in you, honey!" Julie bleated. "Come with him!"
Sally's ass began to vibrate. She bucked and panted, but he was blasting. He felt the stinging spurts leave his knob; he jabbed and shuddered. He had to get her off, though. In a fuck-thrall, feeling his ego swell because he had finally poured a shot into her young, tender cunt, he kept pumping.
She stiffened. Her butt came higher and he felt the delicious shake of her ass. The tightened cunt twitched, and then she began to come. No convulsions inside, but the shiver of her body, the arch of her tits, the bleats of pleasure, as her fun-gun fired, filled him with victorious elation. What a way to go!
CHAPTER TEN
"You been getting any on the side lately, pal?" Al Evans asked his neighbor, Earl Knight. They were in Earl's office, having coffee. Al's insurance agency wasn't far from Earl's hardware store.
"Now that you mention it, yes," Earl grinned.
"That sexy young secretary of yours?" Al said, winking.
"Well, don't say anything. Yes, and her mother, too."
"Hey, you're doing all right!" Al laughed. He was getting an idea. "I've been having some luck with some tender young stuff myself."
Both men chuckled.
"That swapping wives wasn't too bad," Earl said.
"Right. But shit, you know, we've been around them so much, it's almost like fucking at home!"
"You felt it, too, huh?" Earl said, slyly.
"Yes. A man should have a real change. Look, pal, would your two dames like to swap?"
"What'd do you mean?" Earl asked, straightening in his chair.
"Well, these two young twats are swingers, man. Why couldn't we have a party? I'd bring them and you'd bring your secretary and her mother...."
I'll fix it so he won't know he'd be fucking his own DAUGHTERS, Al thought, cleverly. What a kick!
"Jesus H. Christ!" Earl blurted, then grinned. "We could try."
"I told you about this guy I know. He's got this big rec room, and he's gone on vacation. Gave me the key. There's a whole drawer full of dildoes and artificial cunts-the works!"
"Shit, I want to use my prick!" Earl laughed.
"Well, you have to figure that we can't last too damned long, pal," Al said. "Did you ever see a young cunt fucking herself with a dildo? Terrific!"
"Let's set it up," Earl exclaimed.
"Okay, here's what we'll do...."
Sandra Smith called from the motel unit she had just rented, which was north of Spokane, not far from the home of May and Al Evans. The number Steve had given her was evidently wrong. A hotel clerk answered. But in a moment she understood; he had been there and had left; he had, the clerk said, rented an apartment.
Information gave her the number at his new quarters, but no one answered. Well, he was probably at work. It was mid-afternoon. She had been gone three days. Frustrated, hands shaking, she called May's number.
Donald answered. She was so cock-hungry she almost decided to ask him to drive around to her motel; but Steve was the one she craved. Hadn't he said it would be a while before he went to work?
"I'm calling for Steve Justin," she said, pitching her voice high, hoping Don wouldn't recognize her.
"I saw him yesterday ... Who is this?"
She dropped the receiver, biting her lip. She could try his apartment again, later. She felt deliciously sneaky; she didn't want to stay at May's home, now. She was hunting a certain young man with a certain tremendous prick, and she didn't give a damn how she did it.
"Who was that, honey?" May asked, drifting into the living room where Don sat beside the telephone table. She had been in the master bedroom, dabbing perfume between her tits and down inside her bra.
"Some dame asking for Steve," he said.
"Oh. Have fun at the picnic yesterday, honey?" she bubbled, moving in front of him. She wore a shorty house dress that buttoned down the front.
She had slept till noon, and Don hadn't been up very long, either. He had been for a swim in the pool earlier. He looked terribly sexy, as usual.
"Nobody home but just us, Don," she cooed, weaving her hips.
"Sonofabitch!" he laughed. "Didn't you get enough fucking yesterday?"
"Not your kind, honey." She lifted her dress, knowing her fancy black panties would show most of what she had.
"You married dames never say die, huh?"
"I told you, you could have it any time you wanted it," she smiled, moving closer. "Or did you enjoy Lela more?"
"You've got the hottest pussy," he said, staring at her exposed hips and thighs and cunt.
"Well, let's find a bedroom, honey! You can find out if it's still hot...."
Don shivered, his prick tingling and swelling. He had awakened with a hard-on, as usual. The big fuck out in the meadow had returned startlingly into his mind. Now he was remembering her intimate promises. By God, she hadn't been teasing; she wanted the old prod, right now.
"Doesn't Al ever give you any?" he asked, banteringly. "I used to hear you two going at it."
"A middle-aged man hasn't got what a woman needs, honey," she cooed, making fuck-motions with her ass. Holding her dress up, she slid the lacy, black panties down until the dark cunt-hair showed. His prick puffed larger.
A door screen slammed and a bright feminine voice chirped. "Oh, May! Are you home? Julie and I want to take a swim in your pool."
May pulled the black stuff back over her twat and lowered her dress skirt. She frowned and answered.
"Of course, Sally. Go right ahead...."
Don stood up, swinging his arms around May's lush, curvy body. She breathed into his lips.
"You ever get a sample of that real young pussy, honey?"
"I've thought about it," he said, pushing his hips into her crotch.
"I think it's there for you!" she giggled.
"I like a dame your age, baby."
"I'll bet I can fix up a party sometime with Julie and Sally-and you and me, naturally."
"Sonofabitch!" he exclaimed.
"We'll wait till Lela's down town or something. Sound sexy?"
"Come on in the bedroom, May. Right now I'll settle for your pussy!"
She hunched boldly. "It's all wet and ready to go, honey...."
"Oh, wasn't that some sexy party with Al?" Sally giggled, dangling her feet in the pool's tepid water.
"Dreamy! I sure like the way he sucks!" Julie answered, adjusting her mini-halter.
"He really had trouble getting his prick in your cunt!" Sally tittered.
"Yes. I didn't get as much fucking as you did! He went right off!"
"And then he slowed down, after that."
"I noticed," Sally replied, glancing at the house. "Why don't we have a party with Don?"
"Now you're talking, honey!" Julie chirped. "Bet it would stay hard, like those imitation pricks."
Both girls laughed.
"Wonder where he is right now?" Sally asked. "He could at least come out and swim with us."
"I wouldn't mind a few cunt tickles, right now!" Julie giggled.
"Oh, let's go find him," Sally answered, rising. She tugged at her bikini panties. "May won't care. She takes a nap about this time of day."
The girls entered the house. Julie started to call out, but a sound stopped her. It was a loud, fierce womanly moan of pleasure! The sisters exchanged looks. They smiled.
"Sounds like May is getting fucked," Sally whispered.
"Oh, you've been sex crazy ever since we got up," Julie murmured. "You even tried to play with my pussy!"
"It's cute," Sally whispered, patting Julie on the ass. Julie giggled, softly.
"Oh, shit! Now stop that. Let's see what's going on."
"Well, Al isn't home. Suppose Don's fucking her?"
"Ohhhh-honey!" came faintly from down the hall.
"Well, somebody is!" Julie breathed.
They walked silently along the hallway on thick carpet. They came even with the master bedroom. The door was open about two inches. Now they heard a measured creak, creak, creak of bed springs. Another moan of delight from May.
"... now this is the way to fuck, honey. Nice and slow. Make it last!"
The girls smiled at each other. Julie peered through the crack between the door and the casing. Say, this was something! She could see the bed clearly. There was plenty of light. May was on top of Don, her big ass rising and falling, her big tits hanging down, and he was feeling them, rubbing them with his fingers. Sexy!
May wasn't his mother, but she had helped raise him; he seemed like her own son. Now she was screwing him! How long had this been going on? She was so old! Why would a dame her age want to fuck a teen-aged boy? Well, because young guys could keep a good hard-on.
Julie felt sexy flutters in her pussy. Now May was riding higher, and Julie could see flashes of Don's prick. Ohhhh, it was a dandy! Groovy! May's ass began to go around and around. How active she was with her big ass. It was so limber. May was giving him a good fuck, swinging her cunt and then hunching slowly.
"Don't come yet, honey!" May panted, resting. "Ohhh, I love your prick. Love it, love it!"
"You sure ride it fine, baby," he muttered, kneading her big, hard tits.
"Can you hold back while I have a come?" she panted.
"Don't-think-so! " he groaned. "Uhhhhh!"
"Ohhhh, Goddamn!" May cried. "Okay! I'm coming, too!"
May's ass began to quiver and jiggle as he poked with lusty hunches. The bed sighed and weaved. Don's face twisted, his head lifted, his body arched; May went crazy on his cock, her big ass doing a kind of frantic fuck-dance.
"UHHH!" Don shouted. He was shooting his come in her cunt!
"OHHH-God!" May bleated. "OHHH-OHHH, oh, oh, oh, it's coming real HARD!"
The bed rattled with their vigorous screw-lunges. Julie could almost feel Don's spurtings in her own eager young cunt.
Ohhh, I want that Don to fuck me, she thought, dizzily. That prick would stretch my cunt just right!
"Isn't that something?" Julie whispered in Sally's ear. The older girl was also peeping.
"May really comes!" Sally whispered in return.
"What's that noise, honey?" May asked, glancing toward the door.
The sisters pulled away quickly, retreating along the hallway. They returned to the deserted patio.
"After that I need a swim to cool my pussy!" Sally laughed.
"I wish we had those imitation pricks," Julie said, dropping into a chair. "I'm turned on."
May fun-hunched Don's prick a few more lingering strokes and rolled over on her back. She found the towel she had brought to the bed, pressing it against her cunt.
"You gave me an awfully big shot of come, honey," she murmured, staring fondly at his still-rigid cock.
He reached out, fondling a swollen tit. "I think somebody was watching us fuck," he said. "The door's partly open."
"I know I heard whispering," May said. "Well, this is my house and your house, honey. Say, I'll bet Sally and Julie were out there, in the hall!"
"I wonder if they've ever had the prick?"
"I don't know, but they sure need it!" May laughed. "Want me to invite them in here?"
"What if Lela came around?"
"Oh, hell. What could she say, after yesterday?" May answered, caressing his moistened prick.
"Okay with me," Don grinned. "I guess I can take it."
May giggled, squeezing his knob. "I think the problem will be if they can take this, honey!"
A few moments later May rested in a chair beside the bed and watched Don greet Sally and Julie. The sisters had leaped at the chance to have a bedroom bikini party. They hadn't been in the water; May was positive they had peered into the room while she had been topping Don's prick.
At the moment, Don was sitting between the young blondes; they were giggling and laughing, very excited about this new sexy development. They didn't seem quite as shy and backward as May had expected. Maybe Al had been playing stinky-finger with them. Or sucking their fresh, young cunts!
The two families had something going now. She, May, could give Earl a little once in a while. Those old bucks just couldn't take much. Lela could throw a fuck at Al to keep him happy; the real fun would be with Donald, though. Steve could drop around, too. Lela adored his huge cock. May hoped her sister, Sandra, wouldn't return; she might try to hog too much of that wonderful young prick! Sandra wasn't really a swinger; she needed something steady, with the same man. She always had taken her sex much too seriously. Back in the high school days, Sandra had stayed at home, while she, May, had enjoyed her back seat and picnic screw-fun.
May didn't mind letting Al fuck Lela, but the idea of him getting in Sandra's panties bothered her. Well, Sandra was far away, out of the fuck-picture.
"Take those bikini panties off so Don can play tickle-pussy!" May laughed, opening her thighs so he could look at her crotch.
Don was busy kissing Julie and caressing her titties, but Sally answered.
"Shame on you, May. We always thought Don was such a nice young fellow!"
"Any guy likes young stuff for variety," May laughed.
"This is groovy!" Sally giggled, swinging off the bed, lowering her bikini panties. The mini-bra was gone, on the floor beside Julie's. These blonde sisters loved cooperating on a sex-fling. May remembered the time she had asked Sandra to help her out with a young, cocky devil who had lived in their old neighborhood. Not Sandra. Some sisters just didn't see fun the way others did.
"Come on, you two, break it up!" Sally said to Don and Julie. "Share the prick!"
"Get down and suck it for him," May suggested. "He seems to think Julie's tits are out of this world!"
Don pulled his mouth from Julie's lips. "Go ahead, Sally. Let's see if you know how to gobble the meat."
Feminine laughter echoed around the room.
"While she's doing that, Julie, why don't you crawl up and spraddle out and let him eat your pussy?" May said, giggling.
"Dreamy idea!" Julie laughed, her face very flushed. Don had brought her titties out; the pink nipples were very stiff.
May watched as Julie lowered her bikini panties, exposing the cute, curved pussy. Don sank backward on the bed, his hips still at the edge. Sally moved onto her knees between his legs, holding his cock in her right hand. May left the chair, easing down at the head of the bed. She wanted to see the whole sensuous show. When Don got ready for real fucking, she would show the sisters how to go about cunt-sliding a big, stiff prick.
Now on her hands and knees on the bed, Julie spread her slender thighs above Don's face. Sally's mouth opened and she took his cunt-wet knob into her eager lips. Don reached up and guided Julie's ass down to his head; his tongue came out, touching the younger blonde's dewy cunt. Julie shivered, tipping her crotch into a more convenient position.
"Ohhhh!" Julie panted. His fingers kneaded the soft flesh of her butt. Sally was moving her head up and down, eating Don's cock as though she had done it before.
May's cunt was steaming and dripping more screw-juice. As Julie whimpered with pleasure, May couldn't resist an impulse that was growing in her ever since she had fucked Lela. She left the bed and crouched behind Sally. She reached around and cupped a firm, pointy tittie in each hand. Sally shivered, curving her breasts into May's palms.
How nice, fondling a young, fresh cunty girl!
"I'll help get you off, sweetie," May breathed in Sally's ear.
Sally couldn't answer. Her mouth was full of Don's cock, but she nodded and shivered.
"Ohhh!" Julie wailed. May could hear the lapping noises of Don's mouth against that dainty puss. Her own cunt was flaming. More juice dribbled from it, down her spread-apart thighs. She pushed her aching breasts into Sally's shoulders then dropped her right hand down to Sally's crotch, finding the sweet, wet cunt. She found the sharp nub of Sally's clitoris and tickled it. Sally shuddered as her head bobbed faster on Don's meat.
"Everybody come together!" May cried, shaking with fuck-lust.
"OHHH! Mine's coming now!" Julie cried, loudly.
May dived her finger in Sally's cunt, feeling the delightful shudder of her pleasure. Sally's hips whipped back and forth; she moaned, and the bed swayed as Don's body arched, his hips raised, and obviously he was going to shoot his come into Sally's writhing mouth.
May reached for her own cunt and she rubbed it frantically. Ohhhh, almost! A few more tickles....
May was in an awkward position. Finally, hearing Julie's yell of sexy thrall, May fell backward on the floor, thighs wide apart, cunt raised high. She fingered her clitoris swiftly. Yes, yes,-ohhhhhh-it was coming, now! She bleated her party-fun bleat of joy; her ass bucked, her tits swelled high, and she felt the sweet, churning beat of her come, come, come!
Steve, who had just returned to his small downtown apartment, heard a quick rapping on the front door. He had been out most of the day, getting new work clothes, picking up a few housekeeping items he needed. He would report for work the following Monday. It was now Friday.
He had tried to call Sandra at Grangemont, but with no luck. The small town operator had offered the information that Sandra had gone back to Spokane. Well, he had left her his hotel number, with the word at the desk, when he had checked out, that he would soon have his own number-his own apartment. He had driven by the Al Evans home, but Sandra's car hadn't been in sight. Where the hell was she, if she was in Spokane?
Old or not, she was the best fucking he had ever experienced; she was a terrific dame. Shit. Later, he would call May and see if she knew where the sister was. Right now, he had to answer the fucking door.
He flung it open, hoping that somehow Sandra had found out where he was now living. No such luck.
Nancy West stood there, smiling, all decked out in a frilly blouse and skirt, very short for a broad her age.
"Honey!" she exclaimed. "I've missed you at the Center...."
He frowned. "Come on in, baby."
"Steve," she cooed, snuggling up against him, pushing her tits forward. "I'll give you more money if you'll come back and help me. I promise not to give you any more real old fat gals. They're out."
"Shit! What're you giving me the come-on for, baby? You like broads."
"So what? Ever since that deal with May Evans, I've been thinking, honey. You're the one guy I'd love to take on. Really, honest!"
He pulled away from her, his cock shrinking. "Go on back to your fucking peeping, Nancy. I got a real dame on the string."
She backed away, her mouth twisting into a sneer. "You know, you're a fucking square, after all. Hell with you! The world's full of young fuck-ups like you! I'll find some young guys who appreciate good money and plenty of ass!"
"Well, haul ass out, then!" he snapped.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"I think you're horrible, wanting to trade us off!" Dee Sanders said to Earl. "Aren't you satisfied with Ella and me?"
They were in Dee's apartment; it was Friday evening, and Earl had told Lela he had some work to do at the office. Ella hadn't come out of the bedroom.
"And don't tell Ella," Dee said, watching his hand spread the negligee and coast inward onto a tittie. "After all, we're just not that kind!"
Shit! he thought. Al had some fresh young cunt lined up and now I won't get it. "Not that kind", eh! Well, I'll give these two something to remember.
After Al had told him about the young broads fucking with a dildo apiece, for variety, he had contacted a friend who was in the novelty business and had bought two sizes, a small and a large. They were in his jacket pocket. He had been afraid the "big swap" wouldn't work out. Maybe it could be arranged after he had spent a month or so fucking Mom and daughter, getting them used to the idea. The whole shitty problem was simply that he wasn't as young as he'd like to be.
The bedroom door opened and Ella pranced out, wearing a thin, red nightie. She wiggled in front of Earl and Dee, weaving her young, slender ass.
"Am I sexy enough for you, honey?"
"Lift it up and let me see your pussy, cutie," he laughed. He had stopped at a bar and had downed a double-shot. He could smell liquor on Dee's breath.
"Well, take your clothes off so we can see your prick!" she giggled.
"You two are awful!" Dee laughed.
Lela and May sat at the rim of the Evans pool watching Don swim, sipping martinis. They wore bikinis, but Lela didn't want to spoil her hair-do by getting in the water. May evidently felt the same way.
"Where's Al?" Lela asked.
"Supposed to be down at the office," May said, dryly. "Where are Sally and Julie, honey?"
"Went to a show, they said," Lela answered, spreading her thighs. "And Earl's 'working', too...."
"And here we are, alone with Donald," Lela hinted. "Have you got any of that, since our party?"
"Well, naturally, honey!" May laughed.
"Oh, damn you!" Lela answered, enviously. "Think he'd swing without Steve around?"
"He told me he liked your blonde pussy, honey!" May giggled.
Don climbed up the chromed ladder, out of the pool. "What're you two sexy broads thinking about?"
"Fucking!" Lela giggled, twitching her butt in the deck chair. "Think you could handle both of us, honey?"
"Man, I thought you'd never ask!" he laughed.
"This is the first good chance we've had since the picnic," Lela said. The gin was heating her cunt. She hadn't gotten another crack at May, either.
Don moved between the chairs and placed a hand on each of the bikini panties. "I'm ready for an orgy, gals."
Lela smiled and hunched upward. "You do like us older, more experienced broads, don't you?"
His fingers slipped inside the panties onto her tingly cunt. His other hand was busy with May's crotch.
"Hell, yes!" he chuckled. "Let's figure out some new ways to go."
"You mean, to come, don't you?" May giggled.
Al sat on a bar stool in his friend's rec room, his prick standing up between his naked thighs, and watched Sally and Julie using the dildoes. This time they were fucking each other. Sexy as hell. He wished his aging prick could take it. He had just called Earl, at a certain number, supposedly at the apartment rented by his party team, mother and daughter, and had learned the shitty truth. No swap.
He had planned a masked party, with Julie and Sally wearing brunette wigs and masks, so Earl might not realize he was playing cunt and titties with his own daughters. Earl would spot it, though. He might be madder than hell. Might spoil the whole juicy setup. Well, he and Earl could trade wives again. May was a great fuck. The crappy reality was hard to take, though. The older broads liked plenty of sliding cock, and men past fifty just couldn't give them enough of it. Sad.
"Come over and play with us, honey!" Sally giggled, letting the dildo rest momentarily in Julie's cunt. Julie's hand stopped moving, too.
"Yes, kiss us and suck our titties!" Julie laughed. "We could do this at home!"
"Don't you like to look at my prick?" he chuckled, walking behind the couch where the young cunts were enjoying their artificial cocks.
"Well, natch!" Sally chirped. "But we like some real prick once in a while."
They're putting me down, he thought, dryly. Anyway I can still gnaw and tickle.
Earl sat between Mom and her daughter, on the sofa, a finger in each juicy cunt. Dee was fondling his prick, breathing hard and hunching eagerly. She was turning on faster then Ella. It was about time to introduce his "helpers".
"Just a minute, gals," he said, rising and walking across the room, reaching into the pocket of his jacket.
"Don't stop now, honey!" Dee wailed.
"No!" Ella cried. "I'm about to come!"
He wasn't far from blasting himself; kissing tits and Ella's hot young mouth, fingering their cunts, had put a hard ache in his nuts. He had to last; he had to get them off plenty of times. Maybe Al had the right idea.
He had thought about sneaking the dildoes into action, in the darkened bedroom, but what the hell? Bring 'em out in the open. Maybe they had fuck-sticks of their own.
"Surprise, gals," he said, bringing the plastic pricks to the sofa.
"Oh, you awful thing, you!" Dee gasped, staring at the objects. He could tell that Mom had seen a dildo before.
"I think that's sexy!" Ella giggled.
"Well, push it up in your cunt, baby," Earl said, handing her the smallest plastic tube. "If you don't enjoy it I'll eat your pussy!"
"You're a dirty man," Dee gasped. She took the large-sized pink dandy. "I guess it's all right, as long as you use your prick later...."
He had it made. He dropped back between them. Ella was already pushing the knob of the dildo into her moistened puss. He reached over and fondled her pointy breasts.
"Ohhhh!" she panted. "I like it!"
"Guaranteed not to go limp, cutie," he laughed.
Ella stroked the tube into her cunt, all the way. She swung her slender left thigh over his leg, lifting her ass higher. He watched the object begin to slide in and out, in and out.
"Ohhhh, Je-sus!" Dee cried, at his left. She was sinking her dildo out of sight in her drippy cunt. She began to up-hunch slowly.
"I'm coming!" Ella panted, jazzing the dildo faster.
Dee moaned, her big tits swaying as she jabbed and humped. The fucking scene was more wildly stimulating than Earl had figured. His cock was oozing more juice; he was on the borderline of blasting a shot!
He stood up, hoping to delay his passion for a while, at least. He faced the two busy broads. Jesus H. Christ! They were really going at it!
Ella's body stiffened; her head went back and her lips opened. The dildo was diving and diving in her cunt. She bucked and wailed.
Watching her shudders of come-joy, the flex of her slender ass; watching Mom climb more slowly toward her dildo-come, drew the achy stinging out to the head of his prick. Dirty bastard! He was going off!
He lurched forward, his knees almost buckled, and he aimed his prick at Ella's bouncing crotch. The white stream of come splattered across her belly. Ella was too involved with her orgasm to realize it, but Dee was staring, her tube jabbed quickly and then she was shaking the sofa with her heavy-assed bounces.
"OHHH!" she shouted. "Ohhh-here it COMES!"
I fucked the fucking air, he thought, swaying.
Dee finished her dildo-screw and flopped back on the sofa.
"Ohhh, you're horrible!" she gasped. "Why didn't you shoot it up in my cunt?"
"You can have the next one, baby," he said. But how the hell long would it take him to build up another supply of come-juice? He dropped weakly into a chair. He hoped he hadn't dildoed himself out of something steady. What worked for Al might not work for him.
"My turn to top it, May!" Lela panted, watching May finish her fuck-humps on Don's rigid cock. They were in the master bedroom, on the king-sized pad, ready for an evening of cock-in-cunt pleasure. That was where the young men stood out, or stood up.
An older man could lap and tickle and fiddle around but the prick just wouldn't stay hard very long. Sure, the young gals liked that kissing and finger-fucking, dragging it out, experimenting, but an older broad loved PRICK. And only young prick could keep hard for hours!
May rolled away onto her back, Don's come seeping from her just-triggered cunt. The view of his twat-slickened cock sent delicious tremors through Lela's pelvis. Somehow, this was more intimate than it had been at the picnic. She and May had a beautiful understanding, and Don was in the family, so to speak. Steve might be back and he might not; he was more of a gigolo, wasn't he? Working in a "health center," fucking just any old bag. Don hadn't had too much experience; it was up to her and May to break him in right.
"Want to crawl up on it, Lela?" Don smiled, reaching over and pressing her achy cunt.
"Ohhh, shit!" she cried. "That's what I've been waiting for, honey. Are you going to let me have about two comes before you shoot me?"
"I'll be slower on the next shot," he grinned.
"You two talk too much," May laughed. "Start fucking!"
Lela shivered, climbing into position. Watching May hump out her cunt-fun had stoked Lela's furnace. She tipped her ass and brought her twat down against Don's skinned-back prickhead. He smiled and cupped her tits. She stroked his shaft deep into her shivery hole.
"Ohhhh, damn!" she panted.
"Make it a good one, honey!" May encouraged.
"I could just fuck for hours!" Lela moaned, swinging her ass around and around, keeping his big knob up where the action was starting. She looked fondly at May. "Aren't we a couple of lucky old broads?"
"Come, come!" May teased.
"Ohhh, damn you, honey! I'm coming right NOW!" She began to lunge furiously on Don's young, rigid dream-pole. Nothing was better than stiff, knobbed cock. Absolutely nothing!
Sandra, having just checked with Information to make sure she had the right number, dialed Steve's apartment phone again. On the second ring he answered. Her heart thudded; her pussy tingled.
"This is Sandra Smith," she said, her voice shaky.
"Great!" he exclaimed, obviously very pleased. "Are you in town?"
"Y-yes," she breathed, her tits already swelling. "I tried to call you yesterday...."
"Where the hell are you, Sandra?" His youthful eagerness, his enthusiasm, sent her mind soaring.
"The Uptowner Motel," she answered.
"I'd like to see you, Sandra...."
A moment later she dropped the receiver, trembling from head to toe. She had spent so many long hours alone, thinking, wondering, guessing and hoping, she was feverish with sensual anticipation.
He wants me again, she thought, rushing into the bathroom to check her appearance. I'm thirty years older than he is, but he likes my body, my breasts and cunt! He gave me the best fucking I EVER had. That big cock of his just STRETCHES and FILLS my twat. Ohhh, I can hardly wait!
CHAPTER TWELVE
Steve Justin knocked on the door of Number Fifteen at the Uptowner, his prick riding up high under his pants, fuck-juice already oozing from his knob. The memory of their violent fuck on the living room floor of her sister's home ran tempestuously through his brain.
"Come in!" she called.
He swung through the door, pushing it closed behind him. He had expected her to be standing nearby, but damned if she wasn't already on the bed! She wore a frilly red wrapper, but it was wide open; her long, rounded thighs were far apart, her black-bushed cunt showing. Those big, long tits were bare, rising up high, like pointy melons!
"Lock the door, honey!" she cried, her hips restless. "Hurry!"
Sandra had thought of a dozen different ways to greet him, and then she remembered something she had read about a Japanese girl readying herself for a lover. The girl had seated herself in front of the door, through which her big-pricked European stud would enter, legs cocked far apart, cunt exposed. She had played with her cunt until it was slick, ready for his ramming lunge....
Well, she hadn't had to fiddle with her twat; it was already juiced for Steve's ten-inch wonder.
The expression on his handsome young face said she had surprised and delighted him. Why have shyness of shame when she needed prick?
"Goddamn!" he cried, tearing at his clothes.
Determined to be completely sensual and abandoned, she arched her cunt upward and shaped her swollen titties with her hands, trying to peak them even higher.
"I'm awful, but I thought you'd like me, this way!" she said, her voice quavering with passion.
"Great, great!" he exclaimed, kicking his shoes off and lowering his pants. His shirt was already off-on the floor. His muscular young body, the blaze of lust in his dark eyes, and his tremendous prick, now that he was struggling out of his shorts, sent honeyed shivers along her body. His cock was wet on the swollen head; he had been ready before he had even entered the room!
He rushed at the bed and climbed swiftly above her. She swung her long legs to her chin, keeping her knees apart so he could look down at her achy tits and suck them if he wished.
Slam! That hot, cocky sword drove snugly into her steaming, drippy, prick-famished cunt.
"OHH!" she yelled, fiercely. His huge knob struck the shaky depths of her fun-tube; she felt his big, hard nuts bang against her vestibule. His mouth opened and he sucked a whole tit-cone into his lips!
"God-damn!" he moaned, jabbing swiftly, rocking the bed, scooting her ass along the counterpane.
She was glad now she hadn't fucked herself with any heated pop bottle or anything else! That wonderful hunk of young cock-meat was diving in her throbbing cunt, nudging the mouth of her womb, ripping dreamy fuck-thrills from her tissues, making her vagina writhe furiously! She wasn't coming yet-but the quaky buildup was starting. She was climbing that pounding fuck-slope toward a slice of prick-heaven.
"Fuck me hard and deep, honey!" she gasped, meeting his lusty hunches with cunty abandon. She almost wished she was on the floor again; he could hit her with more vigor!
Sock, sock, sock! Fuck, fuck, fuck! That huge staff was driving away her fears, her uncertainties, bathing her nerves with sugary elixir. His goaty lunges into her cunt, the feel of him above her, his shivers of pleasure, his hard, eager breathing, his sucking tit-kisses, transported her into the fuck-land she had dreamed about ever since he had gored her cunt before.
They were two animals, searching, heaving, lifting, driving, building toward an explosion that she knew would break her cunt apart. On the down-strokes her puffed, slickened cunt-lips shivered around the virile base of his prick; the voluptuous sliding in her hole had never been sweeter. Shake after lusty shake of her ass and tits and thighs began to fill her with a new kind of screw-bliss she had known only a few times with Dick.
But there was more animal vigor in Steve's lunges. He was so young, so cocky, so thoroughly masculine! Her thrills quickened delectably. The fuck-tension mounted until she was ready to scream for release.
"OHHH-NOW, honey!" she yelled, wildly. "Come in me!"
Again that remembered quick, savage hunching gored her cunt. Again that heavenly swelling of his cockhead, the sweet slap, slap, slap of his nuts where her quivering asshole met her twitching cunt.
"OHHH!" she wailed.
BOOM! BANG! POP! Her cunt salvoed its cunty shots! Her whole pelvis erupted in the most fantastic series of throbbings she had ever known. She felt the spurtings of his come in her beating box, and the whole room seemed to come apart. Her ass and her tits and her legs all seemed to go off at once!
Fuck, fuck, fuck, and ohhh, oyyyy, ohh, oyyy, OHH! The swelling of his prickhead, as he bored her depths, the sugary throb, throb, throb of his male-meat in her stinging, jumping cunt tore another savage cry from her throat. She was coming off twice! She was shooting another dream-shot! Ohhh-it was too much!
Finally as she felt his hunches slow she shuddered through her cunty after-shakes; her legs dropped and he sank down on the eager, man-hungry length of her body, chest to tits, belly to belly, cock in cunt. The hot dribble of his come from the stretched mouth of her twat enriched her slutty delight.
"You're the best I ever had, Sandra," he panted, rolling his chest on her stinging, jutting breasts.
"Ohh, same here, honey," she breathed, squeezing her legs around him, floating with joy.
An edge of her old fear returned-the awful difference in their ages. Would he care to live with her? How could he tolerate any kind of situation when she was old enough to be his mother?
I said it before and I'll say it again: I'll do ANYTHING to keep him around. Even if he wants young pussy once in a while! I'm a shameless old slut!
She had to say it, even if it endangered her whole evening.
"Steve, I'd love to share things with you-I mean an apartment or a home...."
"By damn, I was thinking the same thing." His prick flexed in her cunt and she shuddered.
"If we could, honey...." she murmured, her hope gaining. "You could screw me any time, any place!"
He chuckled. "Quit worrying! Are you a good cook, too?"
Her pussy constricted with her wave of gladness. "I'll serve you my pussy at every meal if you want it," she laughed, happily. "Ohh, Steve, you don't know what this means to me!"
"I think I know," he smiled, lifting up and nuzzling her titties. How sharp and high they were! He licked a swollen nipple; her pussy quivered, tightening on his cock.
She hunched lazily. "Oh, Steve! You can suck it or play with it or screw it, anything!"
"Let's take a recess, Sandra. I haven't had a good chance to play with it, yet...."
Steve stretched on the wide motel bed, smiling to himself. Sandra was in the bathroom, doing things with her cunt, cleaning it out, perfuming it. The poor woman was so damned grateful he felt a strong wave of compassion. He didn't give a shit how they worked it out; he could pose as her son, a relative. People in a city didn't give a damn who lived with who, anyway.
He would soon be working, she was evidently well-fixed, financially. There would be no pressing money problems.
Goddamn! She sure loves this prick, he thought.
I didn't give her enough that other time, on the floor. I'll get her off so many times she'll go into a fuck-faint! We haven't done a sixty-nine or any other fancy stuff. She's got it for me, man. Plenty of active cunt and bulging tits. When she goes off her twat CHEWS my cock! Sonofabitch!
The bathroom door opened and she came out, the filmy, red wrapper around her big, lush figure. Man, those tits of hers stuck out a mile!
He rolled to the edge of the bed and stood up, his cock as hard as a bed-rail. Her eyes raced hungrily up and down his body. He moved in front of her, opening the wrapper, whiffing her fresh perfume, staring at the dark, plum-like points of her jutting tits. Sweet Jesus, what a lot of ripe, curvy woman!
"How do you want it this time, Sandra?" he smiled, teasing a puffed nipple.
She trembled, arching her tit farther forward.
"You play with me awhile and then let me play with you," she murmured. "If that's all right...."
"Great!" he exclaimed. She was as keyed up as a young girl on her first big date.
She shrugged out of the wrapper and almost ran to the bed. She sprawled out, waiting for him. Her eyes looked wet. By God, she was almost crying she was so glad to have him here. It shook him. She had already told him he was the first to make out with her since her husband had died, and damned if he didn't believe her.
He sank down at her right, leaning on his left elbow. He began tickling her opened thighs, kissing the lower slope of a tumescent tittie. He suddenly recalled something he had used at the Health Center which had earned him a big tip.
"See if you can lie real still, now, sugar," he whispered, licking upward toward a nipple. "I'll bring it real slow."
"Yes, yes!" she panted. "Sounds like fun!"
"I'll make it fun for you, Sandra."
She giggled. "Can I yell?"
"Sure, if it feels that good."
His roving fingers reached her dewy cunt. A shiver ran along her body. Gently, he parted the expanded cunt-lips and tickled. He licked a juicy big nipple. She reached for his prick, but he turned so she couldn't touch it.
"Just you, this time, baby," he muttered, enjoying her trembles. He ran his finger up and down her slit, finding the erect clitoris. He rocked it, slowly.
"Ohhh!" she whimpered. "Ohhh, honey!"
"Tell me when you're going to come, sexy baby."
"Ohhh, Steve ... It won't take much! Ohhh-darling!"
He kissed the deep cleft between her high-riding tits. Another shudder of enjoyment. He left her clit and slid a finger slowly into her cunt. She moaned, but she didn't hump; she was playing the "game".
Now he swung onto his knees beside her, clasping a coned sex-mountain in each hand; he tickled and teased the amazing juts of flesh, watching the nipples expand even more. What a pair of knockers.
"Ohhh-Steve!" she panted, as he lowered his mouth toward a dark, widely banded peak. "If you suck them I'm-going off!"
"Well, I'll play with them some more," he murmured.
"It's so good, waiting!" she gasped. "But don't make me wait too long."
Like a skillful machinist, he was fine-honing her passion, bringing it to an artistic shape and form. She didn't have to tell him when she was going to pop her nuts; they were so intimately bound together, he could feel the sensuous climb of her need, almost measure it.
"Ohhh, please let me move, honey!" she panted. "It's almost-ohhhh-ahhh-ohhh, make me come, NOW!"
He stroked his tongue across a puffed tit-peak and slowly dropped his lips around it. He sucked, hard. He felt the delicious tremors of her rising need, then he let her dangle a few more heartbeats, while she tensed and shivered, before the spring-off into tit-come heaven.
"I'm-COMING!" she shouted. "OHHH!"
"Okay, move!" he breathed, around a tit-spike.
She moaned fiercely; her legs kicked and her ass lurched high, fucking the air. Her tits wiggled; the nipple in his lips vibrated with the beat, beat, beat of her come-fun. Her abandoned hunchings and bucking, the thresh of her arms and legs, the busy lifting of her ass, drove his ego high.
"Ohhh, oh, oh, oh, ohhh-ahhhh!" she cried, shaking the bed.
He sucked her nipple until the throbs of her cunty pleasure diminished, until her ass quieted.
She moaned her relief. Her hands dug into his chest; she kneaded his flesh with passionate gratitude.
"You're so mean!" she gasped, softening, relaxing. "But ohhh, I love it, love it!"
He dropped down beside her again, cuddling her twitching cunt. She hunched languidly, happily. He felt a hot wetness on his palm; her come had drawn more juice from her eager twat.
"Now, it's your turn, Sandra," he murmured. "Ohhh, I went off so hard!" she giggled. "Can I rest just a minute?"
"Hell, yes. We've got plenty of time."
"Oh, Steve. Do you really like my breasts?"
"Almost as good as your pussy, sweet."
She moved, crawling above him, and he could tell immediately that this was new for her. He was delighted. At the Center he had encountered a lot of dames who had never topped a prick. Selfish, square husbands. Limp-pricked old men, and many of them wouldn't eat cunt, either. One weak pop and they were done for, for days.
But what Sandra lacked in experience, she was making up for with cunty enthusiasm. She dragged her elongated, puffed-out tits across his chest, she pushed her cunt down against his crotch and rode the under-ridge of his prick.
"Don't you dare move!" she panted, swinging her ass around and around. Cunt-juice was leaking down around his drawn-up nuts.
"It's all yours, baby," he smiled. "Why don't you turn around?"
"Ohhhh-would you, honey?" she cried, shuddering.
"Bring it over my mouth," he encouraged.
She backed up and pillowed her tits on his prick. Her eyes were big with excitement. She watched the tit-and-prick play with avid fascination. She couldn't seem to believe this was happening to her.
She was learning fast, if she hadn't worked this before. Panting, shivering, she drew a nipple across his nuts; then she wiggled both tits around against his crotch.
"Ohhh, I adore this!" she cried. "Honey, some time will you come between my titties?"
"Yes, if you'll turn around, now."
In seconds she was spreading her thighs above his face; he looked up at the moistened, opened cunt-lips, his tongue turned stiff, he heard her muffled cry of joy as she took his knob into her mouth.
Digging his fingers into her yielding ass-flesh, he pulled her cunt down and drove his probe up into the hot, wet hole. A wild shaking rewarded his effort. Her mouth was going crazy on his cock; she was gobbling and sucking, her tongue coiling delectably.
The first pulsing of her come-off communicated to his tongue; he mashed his mouth to her steaming, fragrant cunt and ate it. She curved it lower, her ass shaking. He felt the sweet flutter of her twat. Her body vibrated, her fierce moan of delight triggering quick, sweet spasms throughout her body. She fucked his tongue with eager strokes; she was booming and coming and funning. Her sex was exploding; her come was running down around his mouth and chin. What an orgasm! And right at the peak of her come-shakes he felt the hot burning leave his loins, travel up to his cock-head and blast like a cannon from his stinging, aching knob. The slurping of her mouth increased his thrall-he was pouring a tremendous fuck-load into her throat.
When she stopped shivering and moaning, at last, she fell away at his left. In a moment she was cuddled up beside him, breathing on his throat, her big, hard tit mashed warmly to his chest, his left arm and shoulder.
"Oh, God, honey," she whispered. "I hope it was good for you. I never did it before...."
"Great, Sandra, just great!" he said, patting her ass. "You're a natural."
"I want to be the best fucking you ever had, honey."
"You are, sweet baby, you really are."
She sighed. "How many times are you going to make me come, honey?"
"How many can you stand?"
"I don't know! Can we try for ten times?"
He laughed. "Man, I've got a real hot-cunt on my hands." His fingers wandered to her anus. He teased the puckered hole.
"That feel good, baby?"
"Oh, you awful thing! Yes!"
"Next time you top-ride I want to run my finger up in there."
She giggled. "Will it make me come better?"
"Let's try it and find out."
"The sooner the better," she laughed, shivering. "With you, honey, I want to come and come and COME!"
He smiled. Her fingers located his drippy headed cock. She caressed it and teased it and shivered again. He pushed his finger up her asshole.
"Ohhh, that's good!" she breathed.
"Okay, baby. Climb on top. This one is going to be far out, man. Away up in there, away up in your nice, tight cunt...."
"Oh, I'm glad it's tight for you, honey. You'll never know just how glad I really am!"
