What chance does the May-December marriage have? Toni and Carl Ender and Steve and Ellen Johnson seemed the exception to the rule. They looked as if they had no need for extracurricular activity. Little did anyone know that they were among the five percent. Thomas J. B. Wilson, Ph.D., in his book. Wife Swapping-A Complete 8 Year Survey of The Morals in North America, enlightens us. "Calculated estimates from professional statisticians now place the number of adult Americans who have in the past or are currently engaging in mate trading in clandestine groups at more than five million couples! This would mean that more than five per cent of the total married population of the United States has been, and/or is, involved in mate trading." When the wife is older and richer and manipulates the purse strings toward her own satisfaction, you can bet the male will be looking for some outside activity.
CHAPTER ONE
"Take a lot of time with my pussy, honey," Toni Ender breathed, opened her long, slender thighs. She was resting languidly on a padded chaise longue at the rim of her big swimming pool.
Carl, her young husband, perched in a chair close beside her, resting his right hand on her bikini panty.
"Getting a little slick and hot, is it, baby?" he chuckled.
"Oh, you know damn well I've been itchy for hours!" she laughed. "You know how I like it."
Sure, he thought. Not much change. The old broad loves to have her cunt fondled and sucked. Likes it better than fucking, actually. She always starts with some kind of fancy covering on her twat, so he would have to take it off, slowly. After a whole year of marriage, too. Stupid. She had a thing about clothes. Sometimes she wanted to be screwed in an evening gown or in a party frock.
She "bought" me so I have to go along with it, he rationalized.
But he sure as hell couldn't kick. He didn't have to do a fucking thing except be around and pop her nuts about six times a week. A few parties now and then; trips to the fun spots, like Las Vegas and Sun Valley. Several broads in her crowd had married younger studs; it was the going thing. She was forty and he was almost nineteen. Of course, he dressed and acted "older". He was learning how to play golf. What a fucking silly thing that was!
But shit, his spending dough was a grand a month; she bought him a new car whenever he wanted one. She was generous, up to a point. Some fucking smart lawyer handled most of her dough so he couldn't touch it. Fancy clothes, maid service....
He leaned over and kissed her on the mouth, teasing his fingers around her crotch. Not a bad-looking broad, really. In her younger years she had been a model; that was how she had latched onto the old sonofabitch who had left her all that heavy loot. He had died of a heart attack two years before.
She had good, long legs, her ass was still firm and her tits didn't sag. But shit, she wasn't young any more. A guy his age liked fresh, young cunt once in a while, and he wasn't going without it. Toni knew about this one deal, but she didn't object too much. She claimed she felt sorry for Alice Allison and her niece, Debbie Weber. He had met them at one of Toni's parties. A swinging deal, really.
Toni's long tongue wiggled in his mouth, her right hand went to the crotch of his swim trunks. He was getting his husbandly hard-on. She didn't like to fondle his bare meat until she was really turned-on, she was a tickler, a teaser. She had a very long clit; that was her goody spot. But he wouldn't be tickling it for quite a while, yet. She liked a long, slow buildup. Sometimes he played with her for an hour before she popped her cookies.
Her tongue left his mouth; it was time to break the kiss and talk some more. Certain words helped get her cunt warmed up. He continued to fondle her opened thighs, close to her box.
"Mmmmm, that's good, honey," she sighed. "I had too many martinis last night. You know how that makes me the next day."
"Sure, gin-hot. I noticed that, too. Kind of stings extra good when it goes off."
"Smart boy!" she cooed, twitching her ass languidly. "It's going to be an extra good one today, Carl."
He laughed.
"Have a smoke, honey, and let's relax a minute, huh?" She patted his hard-on. "You got that nice long thing into Debra yet?"
Debra was the colored maid, around thirty-five. She had an apartment over the big double garage. She was pretty, firm and rounded. Toni wanted only "beautiful" people around her.
"No, baby," he said, leaning back and lighting a smoke, "should I?"
Toni laughed. "She told me she'd give you a little!"
"I get plenty of sex from you, baby," he said, gallantly.
"Oh, piss! Don't try to fool an old, experienced cunt like me, honey! I'm broadminded. Like Alice and Debbie...."
"Yeah, I really appreciate that, Toni. Haven't really got started good, though."
"Well, what's the matter? You were over there last week."
"Debbie wouldn't swing, not in the same bedroom," he said, slyly.
"No fooling?" Toni laughed. "Well, she's young. Give her a chance. Alice told me over the phone that you're 'far out'."
"I'm sure glad you're not sore about it," he said, cautiously.
"Well, hell, Alice almost begged me to loan you out once in a while. She's an old friend, and I know she's hard up for prick!" Her voice changed, subtly, "But don't screw anybody I don't approve of, honey...."
"Yeah, I know," he said, dutifully. She meant it, too. She would have his ass kicked out. Toni kept her ear to the ground; she knew what was going on in her crowd and elsewhere. She could easily buy herself another young stud and train him.
"Getting back to Debra, honey. It's okay. I mean, she's kind of in the family. A guy your age has to have some variety!"
"Right!" he murmured. "I've got a hell of a deal here."
She patted his bare knee, her dark eyes traveling along his body, settling at his crotch. "As long as I'm number One, honey. Ohhh, please tickle me some more, sweet. Bring my halter down and play with my titties, too."
This was a slightly new pitch. She had told him on the honeymoon that her breasts weren't sensitive; he didn't have to play with them unless he wanted to.
"Sure," he said, "but I thought-"
She laughed. "I was reading this book the other day, honey. This doctor said if a dame got really enough tit-squeezes and sucks she could learn to enjoy it. I want to! I know some dames really go ape over it. Some girls can come that way."
"Yeah, I went with a girl like that."
"Ohhh, shit!" she laughed. "Wish I could! Please work on mine awhile, will you, honey?"
At least she didn't tell him to start his sex play; she always "asked". Things could be one hell of a lot worse. He enjoyed sex, any kind of sex, as long as he eventually got his gun off. He could shoot three or four times in one day and still get a bone-on. He still jacked it once in a while.
If he had to go back to work it would be at some service station; that was the only thing he knew; he hadn't even finished high school. His strong body and his big, long prick were his passports to easy living. He wasn't about to change it. He knew how to meet people and flatter them; Toni liked that.
He lifted the stretchy mini-halter and began playing with her titties. She moved into a more comfortable position, keeping her legs far apart, and watched the movements of his fingers. Her tits weren't bad, really. They didn't droop when she stood up; she exercised to keep them firm. She was a hell of a clothes horse, and she wanted her frocks to look right. The small dark nipples had hardly any aureoles.
"Does Alice like to have her titties worked on?" Toni asked, stretching indolently.
"Yeah," he admitted. Hell, she loved it. "Mmmmm. That kind of tickles. You know, honey, when I talk to some dames about sex and how they feel about it, I think I'm missing something."
"Hell, you come off real good, baby," he said. "That's the thing." In a pig's ass, he said to himself. When I fuck her, her cunt doesn't do a thing. No action inside. But I wouldn't tell her.
"Do I, really, honey?" she cooed.
"You know it!"
She relaxed, purring like a kitten. He caressed her waist and brought his head down to her breasts. She pushed them up, smiling. Her nipples were getting slightly stiff. He took one in his mouth, coiling his tongue around it. His pecker tingled. He enjoyed mouthing tits; he believed he was pretty good at it.
She caressed his ears and the nape of his neck. A very faint tremor ran along her body.
"Oh, that's better," she murmured.
He lifted his hand to the tit he wasn't kissing. He tweaked the peak, then massaged the whole mound, gently.
"Hmmmm," she whispered, "I do like it, some."
He didn't answer, continuing to suck and tickle her mounds. The point in his mouth was firming. Her right hand returned to the crotch of his swim trunks; she feather-touched his cock, which was riding up along his belly. Juice was oozing from the knob, his nuts were drawing up. He hadn't shot a wad in Toni's cunt for two days.
She said I could fuck Debra, he thought. Great! I'll bet her cunt jumps around on a prick. Wish she was younger. Smoked meat. Might change my luck. She's got big tits, too.
He was anxious to try Debbie Weber again, also. He had played with her and finger-fucked her into a climax, but he hadn't fucked her yet. Alice expected him to the next time he dropped over. Alice, the plushy redhead, was terrific bouncing. Acted like she was starved for prick, and probably was.
"This book was real interesting," Toni went on, while he fiddled with her tits. "If a woman can turn on with the breast-play they sometimes get bigger. I could use an extra inch at the bustline. My clothes would look much better!"
He raised his head. Shit! He had never heard of it; he hadn't read a book through for years. Some doc made a lot of money writing crap like that. The only way Toni could make her tits stand out more was to pad them. She had talked about some kind of breast surgery. Foam padding inside. Broads! Toni had clothes on the brain. She wanted to look sexy. She liked to make other broads envious.
"Oh, that's enough for now, honey," she murmured, twitching her bottom. "But' it is helping!"
Her ass wiggle was the sign that she wanted more leg-tickles. He moved his right hand to her spread-apart thighs and worked from her knees, inward. She sighed, closing her eyes; her fingers gripped his prick harder. Her tongue came out; she craved more kissing.
She was coming around a bit faster today. He sneaked a glance at his wrist watch. Half an hour since he had started fooling with her body. In twenty minutes he figured he would be getting her off. She was starting to tremble, lightly.
Her tongue stroked slowly in his mouth, she writhed her lips against his. He caressed the warm flesh close to her cunt and pressed the curve of the bikini panty. She hunched languidly. When she had enough kissing, he lifted his head.
"Talk to me sexy now, sweet," she breathed. "Tell me about the time your aunt came to visit." He grinned. "You like that one, huh?"
"Love it! You were just fourteen...."
It was an old ploy. He had fancied it up, some. "Well, Aunt Hester had the room right next to mine. She was a widow. I heard a funny sound in there one night and I crawled out of my window on the balcony and peeked into her bedroom ... You know what? She was all spread out, playing with her cunt! Jesus, it was the first time I ever saw a cunt. It was all pooched out and her little prick was standing up. She had her other hand on her tits. The way she hunched I figured she'd be a good fuck...."
Toni shivered; he pressed her twat harder. Her ass curved higher.
"She kept playing with it and waiting, then playing with it some more. Her big tits were all pushed out. Jesus, I had a big hard-on! I could tell she was about to come. All of a sudden her ass started to shake, she flopped back on the bed, and she let out a yell. Her hand went fast on her cunt; she really whipped it! Christ, I shot a wad out on the balcony, didn't even touch my cock!"
"Ohhhh, that's good!" Toni breathed. "Take off your trunks, honey. I'm getting there."
He stood up and peeled his garment down from his hips. She stared at his rigid, juicy-headed prick, her hips twitched. He sat down again and she held his cock in her fingers; he worked his hand inside the panty, onto her swollen cunt. It was all slicked and ready. He played with it and she shuddered.
"Ohhhh, it's going to be a gin-dandy, honey!" she panted.
"You got a real hot cunt, baby!" he murmured.
"Ohhh, Carl. That's the way!" Her slender legs vibrated, her ass lifted; she hunched on his palm as he rolled his hand on her twat. Now her hand quieted on his prick; he drew his fingers from her box. Rest time, again. The routine was all worked out.
Experimentally, he lowered his head to her tits and breathed on a nipple. Eyes closed, she clutched at his bare leg.
"Mmmmm. Kiss it, honey. That does feel nice!"
"I don't want you to come too soon, baby," he said.
"Ohhhh, I'm just right, for a while. This is the best part, waiting for it!"
He kissed the nipple. Her fingers combed through his hair.
"Oh, we'll have to do this next time, too," she breathed. "It helps. Ohhh, I want my titties to get bigger!"
"Hell, they will, Toni," he said, between gentle sucks. The peak was stiff. Her mounds were slightly puffed.
"Mmmmm. Take my panties off now, honey. Just a few more minutes and I'm going to go off!"
He untied the strings that held the bright panties against her cunt. He drew it away, exposing her crotch. Her dark pussy-hair wasn't thick. The slit was wet. Her cunt-lips never came away out, like on a real hot chick. Her clit was standing up, invitingly. He didn't touch it, yet. He played with her labia, diving a finger into her hole.
"Uhhhh!" she moaned, "this is fun!"
Now another pause. She was having her kicks, the build-up thrills. He tickled the soft, warm thigh flesh near her twat. She trembled again. He caressed her belly, her ass; he explored her whole pelvic zone. Now a slow, careful return to her cunt. He ran a finger along her moistened slit. Her hips swung higher; she panted softly.
"Delicious, honey!" she breathed. "You know just how to make my cunt quiver!"
Her hand squeezed his cock; it moved gently up and down. Another pause, while he watched the flex and play of nerves and muscles in her thighs and across her belly.
"Ohhh, I'm about ready!" she gasped.
He touched her stiffened clit; she shuddered. He rolled it very slowly. She was breathing faster. Another pause. Her thighs moved restlessly. He had to admire her ability to hold back, to delay her pleasure. But now it was time for the rest.
He swung above her, bracing his hands on the arms of the chaise longue, his legs between her sprawled thighs. He lowered his cock-head to her pussy; he held it just about half an inch from her cunt. Her heels braced against the patio floor; her ass lifted until her twat-lips surrounded the end of his prick. She held his shaft in her right hand and dragged his cockhead along her juicy crevice.
"Ohhhh, ohhhh!" she panted. Her head was raised by a pillow, previously placed, so she could see the connection. She wiggled her ass, rotating it slowly; she hunched higher, taking about an inch of meat into her cunt. Then she slid his prickhead across her clitoris.
It was the only contact between them, now. Just his knob resting at the door of her snatch. She worked it around, around. Her ass dropped; she panted with anticipation.
"You get better and better, honey!" she breathed. Shit, he thought. You don't know what a real fuck is. You just jack yourself off with the head of my cock!
"You're going to come with me, aren't you, honey?" she gasped.
"Sure, hot-cunted baby! In a minute your pussy's going to go off! You're going to bang it real hard! You're going to feel it clear down to your asshole...."
She had two ways she liked to go. Either she wanted his gush up in her cunt or sprayed across her belly. She liked to watch his come erupt from his cockhead. She would soon let him know how she wanted it. Hell, she was paying all the bills.
Her ass raised again and she wiggled her cunt with more enthusiasm. He could feel her little prick rubbing on his knob. Her belly fluttered. She would play around with it like this for about five more minutes while she had her fun.
Her butt dropped; she was feverish with need, but the old cunt knew the ropes. Make the pleasure last. Dally with it. Prolong it. Her fingers were digging into the padded cushion where her ass rested. Jerky twinges ran along her legs. Her face was twisting with lust.
She wasn't a swift repeater, like most broads. One big come satisfied her for a day, sometimes two days. He didn't have to say much more, now. She was teetering on the edge of her blow-off and any small interruption would spoil her pleasure.
He remembered a time in a hotel at Reno when the phone had sounded just before she was ready to blow her stack. She hadn't made it; she had gotten cramps in her cunt. It had taken him over an hour to finally break her cookies.
It had almost spoiled her day. She had raised hell down at the hotel desk and they had checked out. After that, she kept the phone off the hook when she was having her sex fun. In her eagerness she had forgotten that one time. She never did again.
Right now, Debra was inside, guarding the phone. The doors to the patio were closed. It was very quiet at poolside. Except for her restless panting and an occasional creek of the chaise longue as she wiggled her ass and played herself toward her big, throbbing moment.
Now her right hand went to his cock; he knew how she wanted it.
Moaning and delirious with need, she whipped his knob across her point of excitement. Faster-then a pause. Now, faster still; another precarious wait. Her legs went back, her ass tilted higher. This was it! She danced his cockhead on her burning cunt, she jazzed her clitoris with his swelling meat.
She was going to make it. She shuddered, her hand came away, about two inches of cock went into her puss, and she started her fierce moaning cries. Her ass went around and around.
"Ohhhh, fuck me, honey! That's it! I'm coming! OHHHH-shit! Just a little more! Ahhhh! OHHHH-sonofabitch! It's coming good! Now, now, now!"
He held his blast a few more heartbeats. He waited until she was past the crest, shaking the chaise longue. Now, he dived his prick deep into her hole and bucked out his shot. Three quick hunches did it. The kick of her legs, the shaking of her body, enriched his pleasure. He gushed a big load. Only a few weak flutters of her cunt, as usual.
He let it soak a few seconds and pulled out. She didn't like any sweaty togetherness. She felt she had done her duty by letting him pour his come into her box. He swung away, dropping into the chair again. He watched the expression on her face. Her legs still moved languidly. She was having her fade-out thrills, alone. She wouldn't want to be touched now for the rest of the day.
"Ohhhh, that was extra good, honey," she sighed, opening her eyes, gazing at him fondly. She stared at his prick; come was still dribbling down the ridge. He was still hard. It excited her to think she had brought his come; she was fascinated by the whiteness. But it was over. A deep ache still rested in his loins. If she was any kind of a woman she would want another shot, a good long fuck. He had another shot or two; he was still turned on.
But gradually his stiffness left; his prick softened and dropped between his legs. She watched as a few drops of come fell on the patio.
"I'm glad I can bring you off good, lover," she cooed.
"You make it real hot for me, baby!"
She giggled. "I know you'd like to have more ... Why don't you get Debra in a corner, today? When we fuck out here she likes to watch us. Isn't that sexy?"
"Okay," he grinned. "I'll see what she says."
"You know, I think that tittie thing made me come harder."
"Great! We'll do it again."
"You're such a nice, understanding fellow, Carl. You really are."
CHAPTER TWO
"Steve, honey, do you like the idea of my sister and her daughter living with me, with us?"
Steve Johnson stretched in bed, his prick at half mast. He looked over at his wife, Ellen, the forty-one-year-old broad he had married almost two years before. He was nineteen.
It hadn't worked out too badly. She was a pretty good fuck, she had plenty of money and real estate, a big house, a fine new swimming pool. It sure beat hell out of working in a grocery store. He would be going to Portland Junior College next semester, in September. Ellen would pay the bill, naturally.
Rather embarrassing to go out in public with a dame Ellen's age, but he looked older than his years. He could pass for twenty-five. She was a plump brunette who still had her figure, even if the lines showed around her face. They usually went to new places where she wasn't known too well. In a big city nobody really cared about who fucked who, or who married who, for that matter.
But she had "friends", some influential people around Oregon City, the big suburb south of Portland. Her former husband had been a wheel. She needed her punching regularly, so she had made him a proposition.
Now Ellen's sister, Sally Wall, and daughter, Rita, were going to live in the big house. Sally was a widow who hadn't caught another husband, yet. Not a bad-looking broad, either. Slender brunette with a wiggly ass. Rita, at fifteen, was slim and blonde and cute. The first time he had seen her, a few days earlier, she had started giving him the old goo-goo eye treatment.
If I can get away with it I figure on fucking that, he thought, idly. She looks terrific in a bikini. I need some young cunt once in a while!
Finally, he answered Ellen's question. "Sure, baby," he said, feeling her leg under the covers.
She snuggled nearer. She had been to the bathroom and had put on makeup and brushed her teeth. He had plowed a load into her box the night before, after they had gone out to a night club where a stripper had performed. The show had turned Ellen on.
"I feel sorry for Sally," Ellen murmured, her hand sliding down his belly toward his prick.
"How do you mean?"
"Well, her husband's been dead for years. You know her, some. She's shy and-frankly, she needs a man!"
"She acts like it, all right," he admitted.
"She thinks you're just about it!" Ellen cooed. "Or did you notice?"
"Sure, but you're the one, baby." This was a half-lie, like a lot of things he said to her. He he'd had much better fucks. Ellen liked one position, on her back. No fancy stuff, like sucking his cock. She was square. But she did know how to swing her ass and come up when she was screwing. She usually popped her nuts about three times a session. She had big rounded tits and liked to have them worked on. Since he had started giving her her steady punching, she looked younger and acted younger. She dressed in a more mod fashion. In a pair of shorts and halter, she looked pretty damned sexy. She kept herself very clean and dainty; that was important.
"Oh, I'm glad I am, honey!" she exclaimed, caressing his meat. "But wouldn't you like to try Sally? I mean, it's all right! We understand things...."
His prick tensed. "The hell! You really mean that?"
"Oh, I know it sounds awful, but-A fine young man like you ... I'm sure I don't really satisfy you...."
She wasn't shitting about that. About four times a week was all she wanted it. He could easily fuck every day, twice a day. He had been jacking off in between times. He was afraid to step out on her; he might lose his golden setup. Some of that young cunt around town was really tempting....
"Hell, you give me enough," he said, grinning.
She giggled. "Maybe if you-showed me some new things...." She was always trying to hint, never really saying it.
"Like what?" he teased. Let her say it, for once.
"I've heard about other positions...."
After two years she was getting curious.
Maybe she had been talking to some of her women friends; she had quite a few. Her interest, at her age, seemed to him almost pathetic.
"Right!" he said, smiling at her. "I didn't realize-"
She flushed. He could make her blush very easily. She didn't like rough words or expressions. Or maybe she had tried to be "nice" so long she was getting tired of it. The fact that she had bought a young husband indicated she was swinging out in one respect.
"Well, we'll try some new positions," he smiled gallantly. Keep 'em happy!
Her fingers tightened on his prick. "I want to be good for you, honey!"
He pulled the light covers away from her breasts. She wore a pink nightie; it was new with a deep V that revealed more tit than usual. She had put it on when she had gone to the bathroom, evidently. He had been half asleep when she had started moving around.
She wants it again this morning, he thought. Fine. I could use it. I only fucked her once last night. Wonder when I'll get a crack at Sally? Maybe she won't care if I fuck Rita, too! "You should wear nighties like this all the time, baby," he murmured, cradling a breast in his hand. Her dark, widely banded nipple was poking the thin nylon. The first six months or so after the marriage he had fucked her in the dark. At least she liked it in daylight, now. The drapes were pulled, but he could see clearly.
"Oh, I will, Steve!" she bubbled.
He fondled her tit, lifting it out of hiding. She trembled, her brown eyes turning hot. For offering him Sally, he would give her a reward.
Her breasts puffed out real good when she started heating up. Funny thing, he had never screwed her except in a bed. He would have to pick some new places. Extend himself a little.
"How did you like that strip show last night, Ellen?"
"Sexy, wasn't it?" She watched his hand on her tit.
He laughed. "Right. We had fun last night, didn't we?"
She flushed. She wasn't used to talking about what they did, fucking. But hell, she liked it.
"Well, yes!" she exclaimed. "Honey, you're-different this morning. I love it!"
"Great! You're very generous, baby." She adored the "baby" bit. Evidently her vanity said it made her seem younger.
Boldly, he kicked the covers back. She uttered a little gasp of surprise. The nightie had slipped up and he could see her bare, dark-bushed cunt. She started to pull the lacy edge of the nightie over her crotch.
"Let me see you, Ellen," he murmured, smoothly. He wanted to say cunt, but she would probably faint if he did.
"Oh, you!" she protested, but again she was highly pleased. He slept raw, and she was ogling his prick, which she still held in her eager fingers. That seemed to embarrass her, slightly. She loved to fondle it, but always sneakily, under the covers. It was her thing, and he hadn't changed the routine until now.
She was turning on fast. Her breathing was swift and uneven.
I've neglected training her, he thought. Shit, she's eating it up. One of these days I'll get her into a bikini and fuck her out in the pool. That'll get me brownie points!
He rolled onto his left elbow and lowered his mouth to hers. He teased a nipple into erectness and then dropped his right hand down to her cunt. As he pressed the moist curve, he breathed into her parted lips.
"You want to try it on top, baby?"
She shuddered. She nodded, waiting for his kiss. "I'll-try, honey!"
He slid his tongue into her mouth; her fingers pressed his cock very hard. She lifted her hips, opening her soft, rounded thighs. Her legs were good. No fatty lumps. He teased her twat-lips and pushed a finger in the pudding. Her mouth livened, a slow raise of her ass and a sharp tremor told how much she liked it. He always heated her up good before he pushed his cock inside, but he had never tickled her off. Hell, why not give her a treat before the big show?
He found her clit, which was reasonably developed, and rolled it slowly. Another shudder. Her hand went up and down on his prick. Her tongue plunged into his mouth, eagerly. She was getting her kicks. Her young husband was giving her what she needed more than anything.
He worked his play finger in and out, in and out. She humped and spread her thighs far apart. This was usually about the time he climbed in the saddle and gave her the meat.
Finally her mouth broke from his.
"OHHHH, honey!" she panted. "Aren't you-?"
"Why don't you have it like this?" he breathed, fingering her cunt faster.
"Ohhh-OHHH-OH!" she gasped, her thighs shaking. "I was going to-you know ... OHHHH-Steve! OHHHH, my goodness!"
She shook wildly, her ass went up and down and her fun-gun banged. He felt the sweet beating of her come against his hand, the lively twitching of her cunt around his finger. She kicked and moaned and her hand left his cock; she clutched at his shoulders while the throbbing waves seized her in her fuck-thrall. It lasted quite a while for her. She panted down from it, quieting.
"Honey!" she panted. "Ohhhh, that was good!"
"You're a swinger, baby," he breathed, cuddling her twat. "Tell me more."
"You awful thing, you!" she panted, happily. "Do you really mind it when I do that and you-don't?"
"Hell no! Positions aren't everything."
She giggled, overjoyed at her new experience. Of course, she had probably masturbated for years before she latched on to him. He would never forget the first time he had fucked her. She had acted like it was too good to be true. His nine-incher fit snugly in her cunt. She adored it!
"Well, I guess not!" she breathed. "Oh, I do love this, honey! Do you want me above, now?"
"Sure, let's try it for size!"
"Oh, you're positively dirty this morning!" She raised up. "You'll have to help me...." Ellen Johnson shivered with erotic anticipation. It was really something to crawl on top! She had been wanting to ask Steve for a long time, she craved more variety in her sex life after so many dull years with Al, her former husband. She felt so fortunate just to have a young, strong man to sleep with that she hadn't asked any special favors.
The past few months she had sensed his loss of interest; she had seen him looking at the younger girls in tight jerseys and mini-skirts. She was afraid that if he didn't have a change she might lose him. He was smart; he could get a good job and be independent if he cared to. Of course he couldn't live in the luxury she gave him. He would probably stick around until he finished college.
So, her sister Sally and daughter Rita, who thought Steve was very special, might provide the answer! He acted very interested. He was more like he had been when they had married, more playful! The trouble was, she had been too backward and inhibited to swing out. Her parents had told her absolutely nothing about sex, and Al hadn't helped. He had screwed her the same old way for years.
Now, she was experiencing a breakthrough. He had played her into a climax. How delicious! She had always believed that was for teen-agers who were afraid to actually go the route. Not so! It kind of ached not to have his prick inside, but really, it just increased the suspense.
For months now her sex drives had grown stronger, but even when she held the purse-strings she had been afraid to push her luck. Shouldn't a normal woman be satisfied with about four times a week? Again, not so! Her health was improving, she felt more vibrant about everything, she felt years younger. Steve was turning her on. Her body was firmer, her breasts were actually getting larger.
Sally was so desperately in need of sex! She was rather shy, like Ellen herself, but still attractive. Sally was slender, with nice long legs; she was endowed with well-shaped breasts. True, she was forty-four, but she didn't look it. And Rita was cute.
Ellen could see nothing really wrong about her plan. A young, handsome man like Steve deserved more than one woman. No one would ever have to know; it would be all in the family. Elmer, Sally's late husband, had never really appreciated her; he had squandered what little money they had had and had started drinking heavily. He had killed himself in an auto smashup while dead drunk. Good riddance.
I can give my sister a nice home and good surroundings and the things she's dying for, a virile male! If Steve gets all he wants at home, he'll be my husband for a long, long time. He won't have to sneak around for it.
Ellen had already discharged her elderly full-time maid. Sally was a wonderful cook and housekeeper; Rita could help out, too. They would more than make up for any expense involved. Perhaps she thought too much about money, when she had so much of it, but she hoped she wasn't tight. Steve had a new car to drive; she gave him spending money. She didn't . want him to feel like a gigolo.
Now, he was going to let her try a new position. Dreamy!
I guess I'm turning into an old bitch, but it's fun, fun! I love the way he's acting, teasing me more, saying more. It's sexier!
She hadn't realized before that he liked to look at her crotch. She felt rather self-conscious about wearing shorts and halters. At the pool she wore conservative swim suits. The nightie she had on right now she had considered almost silly for a woman of her years, but he liked it. She would try to dress more provocatively.
She braced herself on her hands and knees, her thighs spread above his hips. The wet knob of his penis grazed her belly and she shuddered. Looking down at him was so different and exciting! He was smiling, caressing her hips, her waist. Now his hands brought her aching breasts out of the nightie; she wished she had taken it off, but she wanted to continue, now!
She was used to guiding his prick down to her crotch, but she couldn't, this way. She would leave that detail up to him. Ohhh, her thing was very wet, some of her juice was running down her thighs. That caressing climax had brought a flood of stuff from her pussy.
"Is this right, honey?" she panted.
"You're doing fine, baby. Bring it down closer."
She spread her thighs farther apart and lowered her pelvis; her crotch touched the base of his penis, which was still angled sharply along his muscular belly.
"Ohhhh!" she cried, shivering.
"Rotate around," he urged. His hands were on her stinging titties, he was caressing them thoroughly, her nipples were very stiff.
Eagerly, she rubbed her pussy on his hardness. Ohhh, it was wonderful to move freely, this way!
"Please, honey!" she panted. She wanted his prick up inside. She was dying for it!
"Tease me some more, Ellen. You're doing great!"
She worked her hips with more abandon. He took his hands from her titties. They were very swollen! Sugary thrills ran everywhere.
"Now, play your breasts on my chest, baby," he murmured, "don't be bashful."
Her arms bent slightly; she lowered her achy mounds to his torso. She dragged her breasts across his flesh. Ohhhh, this was so sexy and kind of dirty! She loved it, loved it! She hunched her crotch against his shaft. After all those long years she was topping a man. Delightful, delicious!
"Ohhhh-Steve, please?" she gasped.
"Please what?" he urged.
"OHHHH-Let me have it IN!" she cried, feverishly.
He reached down between her restless, burning thighs and raised his shaft so she could take it where she craved it-up her cunt. That was a dirty word, but it seemed to be the right one, now! They had never talked so much or played around like this, right in daylight.
Now her flaming labia stretched around his beautiful, big penis! She uttered a wild moan and brought her hips down, hard! His shaft slid stingingly up, up, up into her already shivery cunt.
"OHHHH, God!" she wailed. The flutters in her vagina had never been sweeter!
"Slow and easy now, baby," he encouraged. "Give me a good ride."
He had never said anything like that before! But why not? She adored it. His hands cupped her titties again. She wanted to lunge swiftly on his prick, but she remembered how he did it, slowly, resting between thrusts, so she could enjoy it longer.
Ohhhh, the sweet, juicy hotness of it! Moving her ass was utterly delightful! She could push his knob right up where she wanted it, as often as she wanted it. She loved to meet his pushes when she was underneath; he always raised in such a way that she could stroke; at least she had learned that much.
"I'll ride it good for you, honey!" she panted. Did I say THAT?
Pump, pump, pump! Then a pause. Her vagina was alive as it had never been before. Her inhibitions were flying out of the window. She was fucking him. She was learning how to place her knees in the right place so she could swing her bottom freely. Her hunches were more abandoned. She was weaving her shoulders, pushing her breasts down so he could play with them better.
Her cunt was beginning to respond in a more active manner. The flutters were richer and deeper. She couldn't remember when she had been so anxious for a climax. Well, maybe those first few times he had taken her, there in the motel, on their honeymoon. But it had been in darkness, under the covers. This was out in the open, she could see almost everything. His prick was larger! He was very excited, too. His rapt expression showed it. He loved her this way. But ohhh, she couldn't hold her climax any longer! She needed more practice!
"OHHHH!" she cried, humping faster. "OHHHH!"
His face contorted, his wonderful, hard shaft swelled, as it always did before he exploded; her loins seemed ready to burst apart, and suddenly she went crazy. She couldn't help it!
"Now, baby!" he moaned. "Give it to me hard!"
She bucked and panted and shook the bed. Sock, sock, sock! His knob seemed to reach clear up into her throat! She felt the heavenly throb of his penis, felt the virile gushing of his lust, and her whole pelvis erupted. Bang, wham, boom!
She shouted fiercely, she slammed him with lusty hunches. Her cunt was pulsing and jumping and tightening voluptuously, as it never had before. The honeyed beat, beat, beat, beat of her orgasm rocked her into a new dimension of erotic heaven! She was climaxing all over, in her legs and in her titties and even in her anus. It was deep and hard and ohhhh, it was lasting and lasting and lasting!
When her erotic storm ended and the dreamy after-thrills calmed her nerves, when her cunt stopped shaking, she fell weakly on him, full length, panting her relief and gratitude.
"Ohhhh, honey-it was never like this! It was just wonderful!"
"You're coming on real strong, baby," he murmured, caressing her trembling bottom. "You're turning into a real hot chick!"
"Ohhh, I'm so glad, honey! I want to be the best you've ever had. I want to be number One!" The dig of his fingers in her flesh, close to her pussy, where her thighs spread, gave her a luscious answer. His cock was still hard, and she hunched a playful reply. Ohhhh, it was just too much!
CHAPTER THREE
What a weirdo way to fuck, Debra Jones thought, gazing out onto the patio where Carl and Toni were sitting. She don't even like the meat! She likes to get teased and tickled off, like a teen-ager. Well, shit, I got a nice setup here. Don't knock it, sister.
She knows that big-pricked young stud needs more than she's givin' him. Glad she told me I could get some of that. Sweet Jesus, I wish he'd come in the house and pour it to me right now! After watchin' them go off I got a terrific hard-on.
Toni stood up, patted Carl on the leg, and walked toward the rear door. Debra ducked out of sight. Toni would go to her room now and take a nap, a "beauty" sleep. One big come, like she had, seemed to poop her out for a while.
As soon as Toni was gone, Debra drifted out onto the patio. She wore her short-skirted uniform and a small white apron, the kind of outfit Toni wanted her maid to dress in while on duty.
Carl looked up and smiled. His swim trunks were carelessly draped over his crotch. He was resting, having a smoke. The spots of his come on the bright patio squares, under his chair, drew Debra's attention.
"Good time with Toni all over, huh?" she said, the vision of his strong, young body making her cunt quiver.
"Yeah. You had any good times lately, Debra?"
"Been quite a while," she laughed, picking up a towel Toni had dropped. "The boss lady don't want those colored guys hangin' around. I really prefers white stuff, when I can get it!"
He chuckled. "Hell you got plenty of class. You can get all you want."
"Baby, I'm kind of particular who gets in my drawers. I'm thirty-five, you know. I like young stuff."
Carl felt his prick stiffening again under his trunks. Toni said it was okay. Here it was. She was giving him the old come-on. They always talked frankly when Toni wasn't around; she knew him for what he was, a fucking gigolo. Always before, though, when he tried to pat her on the ass, she had swung away from him. Toni was no dummy; she would sniff it if he started making out with Debra.
But shit! The boss lady approved.
"Toni say anything to you, about us?" he asked, putting out his cigarette.
"Hell, she sure did, honey," Debra smiled, dropping onto the chaise longue. The short black skirt was halfway to her ass, she wore no hose.
Her outsized tits pushed at the top of her uniform. It buttoned down the front; the buttons were white, like the frilly apron. The clean, rounded planes of her dusky thighs drew his attention.
He had never fucked a Negro. He was damned curious about it, and having Debra around the house, in those tight outfits, had built his interest very high.
"Are we going to do something about it, baby?" he asked, winking.
She spread her legs and weaved her ass on the padded chaise. She put her hands behind her dark hair, relaxing indolently, her thick lips curved into a seductive smile. She wore wigs that made her look more "Caucasian" since Toni preferred it that way.
"Why do you think I came out here, honey?" she giggled. "I watched you and Toni playing around ... Turned me on! You got some left for Debra?"
He jerked the trunks away from his loins. His prick was as hard as a board.
"Jeeesus, I guess so!" she laughed. "You ever changed your luck with a colored gal, baby?"
"No."
"Well, you're pretty young yet. Come on over here and fool around with me for a while, huh?"
His passion flared. Juice began oozing from his cockhead hole. Toni's comes had never satisfied him for long, and she was wise enough to know it. Yeah man. He had fucked Alice Allison once, a week earlier. That redhead, who was about thirty-eight, had a pretty hot cunt and a good pair of tits. He hadn't got in Debbie's panties yet, but he was expected to gouge her, eventually.
She was just fourteen. Alice claimed she was a virgin. Which was probably pure shit.
Things were looking better all the time. Toni was really a broadminded broad. Her demands on him weren't heavy; she wanted to keep him pleased and satisfied. Alice was a widow, an old friend of Toni's who was down on her luck. Alice and Debbie came to Toni's house now and then. There had been some talk about Alice and her young niece living in Toni's big house, but for the time being Toni had them in an apartment a few miles away. He was anxious to get back there and give Alice more prick; she loved it, acted like she hadn't had any for a long, long time. Great!
Now, for spice, Toni was offering him her colored maid. She might be the best fuck of them all.
He scooted his chair close to the chaise longue and rested his right hand on the inner side of Debra's thigh. Warm and silky smooth.
"Feels good, honey," she sighed, opening the top of her uniform, exposing the cleavage between her thrusting tits. He saw the edge of a dark pink bra, lace-bordered. Her perfume was musky, different and very seductive.
He walked two fingers along her thigh-flesh, under the hem of her uniform skirt. She weaved her shoulders indolently, pushing her thick lips out. Sexy, man.
"You got a kiss for me while you play with my pussy, baby?" she cooed.
He grinned and nodded, easing himself nearer. Her right hand went to his prick; she cuddled it in her fingers. She trembled, spreading her thighs far apart.
"You cocky young bastard," she breathed into his mouth. "I been wantin' to get these things together for a long, long time!"
"Shit, baby," he muttered. "I was afraid to-till now."
"I know, honey," she whispered, hunching her ass encouragingly. "Toni had to give it the okay." His seeking hand reached her cunt. No panties! Sonofabitch. Just warm, soft twat-flesh, already slick with fun-juice. He couldn't feel any hair. He had heard that colored dames didn't have much of a bush. Maybe she shaved it.
He dropped his mouth into the seductive softness of her thick, hot lips, a snake-like tongue wiggled into his mouth, she curved her cunt eagerly against his hand. He tickled the puffy labia; she shuddered. She had a really big clit, almost as long as Toni's. He dived a finger into her pudding; her fingers clutched his cock and she trembled wildly. She was really turned-on. Man, did she know how to wiggle her ass! Terrific!
Her tongue stroked swiftly into his mouth, she bucked lustily on his play-finger. A shudder ran the length of her body. She tore her mouth from his, her hand went up and down on his prick.
"Baby, baby!" she panted. "That's bringin' it! Keep your finger socked in. Yeahhhh! Like that, baby! Sweet Jesus! Here is comes!"
The lusty, abandoned pelvic-lifting was wilder than any he had ever felt; the chaise longue rattled, her legs kicked. Suddenly a savage convulsing of her cunt around his probe signaled her climax.
"AHHHH!" she yelled, fiercely. "Uh, uh, uh, uh, OHHHH-OHHH, FUCK!"
She almost flipped her ass off the lounge. Jeeesus, she came big and hard! She went ape shit! When I get it in her she'll grind my meat to a pulp!
She uttered a big sigh and quieted; he kept his finger in her fluttering hole. Her legs stopped shaking.
"Had to have that quickie, honey," she panted, caressing his shoulders and chest. "Don't take me an hour to come, like that Toni!"
"Baby, you really come!" he exclaimed.
"Ohhh, shit! I'm just starting, honey. Let's go up to my diggin's. I'll give that prick of yours something it ain't never had!"
He pulled his finger out of her cunt; she sighed again and slid off the chaise longue, straightening her skirt. She looked at his wet-headed cock and giggled.
"Sure glad you didn't waste a shot! I want all of 'em right up in my cunt!"
Steve Johnson climbed out of the swimming pool just as Rita Wall showed up in a bright red bikini. The slender young blonde had a dainty walk, her ass had that sweet roundness only tender years could offer. She knew she was cute and sexy and she liked to show her wares. But like so many teen-aged cunts of fifteen, she giggled too much and liked to pretend that she knew the score.
Ellen had gone shopping; he had told her to buy a bikini and some fancy nighties and a few shorty skirt and blouse ensembles. It was great fun turning her into a swinger. Her first top-ride had really delighted her; before long he would have her sucking his cock and offering her cunt for a tongue job.
Sally, Rita's mother, was in the house somewhere; she hadn't been in the pool yet, he had never seen her in a swim suit; she was on the shy, backward side, like Ellen. But dying for prick. He was determined to fuck her while Ellen was gone, Rita or no Rita.
Hell, he had the go-ahead from Ellen, and she was boss. Right now, he was going to try to get a few feels from the slender, young daughter. The bikini halter shaped her hard, high titties into alluring cones.
He had read something in a newspaper column recently about some guy making out with a mother-daughter team. It was the newest thing. Ellen had paved the way; all he had to do was get them in the right mood. Maybe he could talk them into a threesome. Shit, that would be something. Ellen still was rather quaint and old-fashioned; she assumed he would take turns with Sally and Rita. Maybe, maybe not.
"Sexy!" he exclaimed, walking up to Rita. Her eyes went to the lump in his wet, tight trunks, then slid up to his chest, his face. A very faint flush pinked her cheeks. She wasn't embarrassed, just mildly excited.
"Am I?" she giggled, coyly.
"Come on in the water and I'll show you a trick or two, cutie."
"I'll bet!" she trilled. "As soon as Ellen's out of the house you get bright ideas, huh?"
"Ellen wants you to feel at home here." He raced his hand forward and patted her on the ass.
"Now, honey, Sally might be watching!" she giggled, but she didn't jerk away.
"Okay, if you're that skittish," he said, sliding his arm up, around her waist; he drew her behind a tall shrub. She giggled. She stuck her tongue out, wiggling it.
"You should take me out on a date," she whispered, swaying against him.
"We've got a date right now, cutie, if you want to swing." He kneaded the flesh of her waist and pushed his swim trunks against her crotch. Her head tilted, she opened her lips with flirt in her blue eyes.
"God, you're sure of yourself!" she giggled.
He mashed his mouth into hers; she trembled, gliding her arms around his neck, her fresh lips softening, opening. He held her with his left arm and slid his right hand up to her halter. Hell, she was dying for fun, just like Mother. He shaped the firm, pointy tit, teasing the nipple through the thin, thin fabric of the halter. Her lips writhed; the young ones knew how to kiss, all right.
He pulled her hips closer and wormed his cock-bulge against her bikini panty. Another shiver. She had fixed herself all up for some poolside tickling and by damn she was going to get it. He opened her mouth very wide and drove his tongue deep. Her arms around his neck jerked, tightened. She was starting to gobble his tongue.
"Oh, Rita!" a voice called. It was Sally, her mother.
Rita shivered and pulled her mouth away. "Ohhh, you're sexy! I'll be right back, honey...."
He released his grip on her tittie and pinched her ass. She giggled, walking away toward the main patio area. He followed, sinking into a deck chair. Sally was just coming out of the house, and he looked twice. She wore a two-piece swim suit and carried a big towel that hid some of her figure, but the rest of it merited his attention.
Naturally he had previously sized her up. She was on the slender, leggy side, like daughter, but more adequately endowed. The yellow stretchy material of the halter revealed two sloping dandies that her clothes had almost hidden. Her brown hair was brushed loose around her shoulders, and as she placed the towel over the back of a chair he noticed her swim panty had a skirt that hid the curve of her pussy. But hell, she had fine legs and thighs! They met all the way down and her ass looked reasonably firm and fat-free for a broad of forty-four. Obviously her near-nudity was causing her embarrassment.
"Why, Mom!" Rita laughed, "you look zippy in a swim suit!"
"Great!" Steve added, grinning.
"Oh, you two-stop it," Sally protested, blushing. "I haven't been swimming for years!"
"I was about to take Rita out in the pool and show her a new stroke," Steve said, cleverly.
"Oh, go right ahead, you two," Sally replied. She sank into a chair, crossing her legs. "Would you like a cooling drink, Steve?"
"Right. Why not put some gin in it?"
"Well, I want one, too!" Rita trilled.
Sally stood up and left the patio. Steve watched the interesting sway of her hips. Really very fine! That skirt around her swim panty seemed to make her ass more alluring. And her tits might sag some when the halter came off, but they had a provocative elongated shape that excited him. He was positive she would be a better piece of ass than her daughter. Broads her age were so damned hungry for prick.
"Going to show me a new stroke, huh?" Rita giggled, twitching her slender bottom. "Mom didn't even get it. She's sure square. Okay, let's get in the water, smarty."
"I'd just as soon tickle your pussy right out here," he smiled.
"God, you're too much, honey!" She ran to the chromed pool ladder and dropped into the water. "Here goes my hairdo, damn it."
He dived from the rim of the pool, swimming underwater until he spotted her slender figure. He reached between her thighs and tickled as he broke from the surface. Drawing his fingers upward, he settled his palm on her pantied cunt. She giggled, spreading her thighs, curving her twat forward. "Nobody's been in that, honey," she whispered. "Don't believe it, cutie," he chuckled, pressing her twat harder.
"It's true. The first time I saw you I said to myself, 'there's the guy who can get my cherry, if he wants it!' "
"You been around some, though," he said, bringing his left hand up to her mini-halter.
"Sure, I've let guys play with it! Natch. I'm not a square!"
"Didn't think you were, baby. I'm flattered."
"A guy like you, all married and everything, he's safe. You get the pitch?"
"Sure. No tales."
Another giggle, as she trembled. "Besides, the way Ellen acts, you know how."
"I can spread it for you and make it quiver, cutie."
"God, I love it!" she panted.
The door to the patio opened and Sally came out, carrying a tray that held three tall glasses.
"Oh, shit!" Rita whispered, drawing away slightly. He had her halter sliding down. He fanned his fingers over a pert, bare tittie. Her small nipple was stiff. At the same time he worked his hand inside her bikini panty and palmed her bare, soft pussy.
"Ohhhh!" she giggled, loudly.
"What're you two doing?" Sally asked, seated now with a tall cool one in her hand.
"I'd better not tell you, Mother!" Rita laughed. "You might be shocked."
"I'm not that dumb," Sally answered. "I hope it's fun!"
"Natch! MMMM. And how!"
Steve had just dived a finger in her cunt, and she shivered, her right hand groping at his crotch. He swung his hips nearer. She gripped the stiffness of his covered prick.
"Oh!" she exclaimed. Her voice dropped to an intimate whisper. "That's a big one, honey! Oh, let me rest a minute...."
There was plenty of time. He knew now he could slide his finger in her hot twat about any time he cared to. Wise little bitch. They learned quickly in the now generation. The words, at least.
If she's a virgin I'm a monkey's ass, he thought. But it will be interesting, anyway. I want to bring Sally into this game. She didn't come out here to swim, man. She wants her cunt punctured with live, hot meat.
Building up to it was half the fun, really. Getting any broad the first time was always a tremendous kick.
"Okay," he murmured, to Rita. "I'm going to swim awhile."
"Don't be gone too long, honey. I love the way you play with it!"
He grinned. Turning, he dived away from her and then returned, under the water. He pulled at her bikini panty, and she untied it. Her legs opened farther. The blonde cunt knew he'd be back at her body, soon. He gripped her soft, rounded ass and brought his mouth up against her pussy. He felt her shiver of appreciation; she tilted her cunt into a favorable position.
He dived his tongue into her soft honey-pot. He had never lapped a broad under water. Different. And he was running out of oxygen. But he gave her fresh puss a good quick suck and tongued deep inside before he pulled away and broke upward for air.
He shook the water out of his eyes. An odd, excited expression was on her pretty face.
"Ohhhh, damn you!" she giggled.
He floated toward her, grinning. "That almost make you come, cutie?"
"Ohhhh! Hurry and do something! I'm dying...."
"What're you two talking about now?" Sally asked.
"I'm thinking about having a drink," he answered.
Rita swam close and panted in his ear. "Damn you! Hurry, play with it! I'm-almost there!"
"Okay. I didn't think you had such a hot pussy!"
"Mmmmm," she panted, softly. He had his fingers on her cunt again. She weaved her ass and hunched as he pushed his longest finger up in her hole. He felt her shudder; she turned her head so her mother couldn't see her face when she went off.
"Kiss me, quick!" she panted.
He took her eager mouth, he jacked his finger swiftly in her cunt. Her tongue poked into his mouth; she trembled and stiffened, her hips arching toward his finger. He felt the sweet shudder of her watery climax; her tongue plunged and plunged. Her cunt didn't have any interior action at all; he fiddled with her tiny clit and brought the last quick throbs from her fresh, soft, young crotch. Her fun zone was giving her oodles of thrills; she shook and trembled for several long seconds.
"Well, that was some kiss!" Sally laughed.
Rita's mouth broke from his; she sighed deeply and squeezed the hump in his trunks. He pulled his probe out of her twat.
"Mom, you just don't know!" Rita giggled. She was adjusting her bikini panty and her halter.
"It looked very interesting, anyway," Sally exclaimed.
"Should I tell her, honey?" Rita giggled softly, smiling at him.
"Better not," he chuckled.
"I need a drink, now!" Rita sighed. "That was fun!"
"Still want to lose that cherry, baby?" he murmured.
"Yes! But let me take a breather...." She swam closer and breathed in his ear. "I've got to go to the can, honey. You go ahead and play around with Mom, will you?"
"Sure!"
Rita winked and swam toward the ladder; he followed. Mother and daughter, starved for sex. How good could it get?
CHAPTER FOUR
"I made the drinks strong, Steve," Sally murmured, handing him the glass. She had uncrossed her legs and, as he took a chair in front of her, he could see under the decorative skirt of her swim panty and get a look at her crotch. The crevice was clearly showing.
Giving Rita her pool fun had made his prick hard, and it was resting along his belly, swelling out the fabric of his trunks. His knob was almost ready to show above the waistband. Her deep blue eyes slid along his body and a flush crawled up her throat.
"Good," he said, taking another look at her halter. Her sloping, pear-shaped tits pushed alluringly at the stretchy fabric. Her nipples were standing out. Hell, she could hook another husband easily, if she moved around in the right circles. She had hardly stepped out of Ellen's house since she had arrived. The quiet housewifely type, and very obviously in dire need.
He wasn't sure that he could move in on her as swiftly as Rita had suggested. And he didn't know how long daughter would be in the house, attending to her pussy.
One of the most fascinating things about Sally was her generous, pouty-lipped mouth. Although a few age lines were visible on her neck, her lips were the lips of a very young woman. They were almost Negroid, and yet she obviously was more of the Nordic type. Her teeth were very good and very white; her makeup was perfection. Eye-shadow, not too much, just a hint of color to accent her expressive mouth. Sensual, man. Healthy, robust, she was at least five-nine. A lot of ripe woman.
Before Ellen had given the go-ahead, he hadn't really given her a careful examination; Rita had hogged the show. He sensed huge reservoirs of passion deep inside her. And she seemed self-conscious because she wasn't as pretty as her daughter.
Sally shivered with erotic excitement. She had never seen anyone as sexy as Steve Johnson. In her younger years she had always associated male appeal with older men, sophisticated-looking men similar to John Wayne. Her late husband, Elmer, had been a compromise. The first year of her marriage, at age twenty-two, had been the only time she had been anywhere near sexually satisfied. That had been when Elmer could stay hard and go for seconds.
So, she had fallen back into her teen-age habit of masturbating. And after Elmer's death her sensual needs had increased; she had to have relief at least every other day, and since she had started living in the same house with Steve, having a young, gorgeous hunk of man around, she was playing with herself every day!
It was horrible, really. A kind of exquisite torture.
Ellen had observed her distress, they were very close, and then Ellen had dropped the bomb! Ellen was willing to share her young, handsome husband! After that startling conversation, Sally had been in a sexy thrall of anticipation. When would Steve begin? Would he slip into her bedroom one of these nights when Ellen didn't care for sexing?
But Rita wants him too, Sally thought. And I do want to see her have her fun! She tells me she's a virgin, but the way she acts I really doubt it. I wish I was as pretty and swingy and mod as my young daughter. I didn't know beans at her age, except how to play with my tits and cunt.
Oh, I envy her! Steve made her climax right out in the pool! I'm sure he didn't get it in her, but he made her go off! Ohhh, I'm dying for it! I'd be willing to have an orgy with him and Rita! Anything!
I wish I could suck that big, long cock of his right now! It's almost out of his swim trunks. I can't imagine anything sexier. I love to gobble prick. Elmer couldn't take much of it; he always went off too fast. He was ten years older than me. Terrible! I'm an old slut, but I don't care. I guess I was born with active glands!
For years after Elmer's death she had tried to hide her passions behind conservative clothes, prim behavior. It was silly for a dame her age to wear tight clothes and flip around like a teen-ager. What few men she had met the past few years hadn't appealed to her. But the instant she had met Steve, her ideas about older men had flown out the window. Young men had so much more to give!
They could last! They could climax several times in one evening.
She had read about older men who could hold and hold while a hot woman had her pleasure, but where did a lonely widow find one of those super-men? She wouldn't turn into a tramp and start visiting bars, alone. Was Steve the answer to her crazy sensual dreams and aches?
Of course, she had this dirty thing she did with her dildo, an object she had owned for over two years. But that was growing old and tiresome. She had even considered going Lesbian; it had occurred to her that she might enjoy it with Ellen. But Ellen was man-crazy. And she had the money to buy what she needed, a young, virile husband.
She remembered one of Ellen's remarks, when they had had that intimate conversation. " ... of course, if Rita wants to go alone, it's fine with me. She adores Steve, too...."
Ellen was so generous! And it was evident, from various signs in the bed she shared with Steve, and the number of towels used, that Ellen needed it only about two or three times a week. There were other indications, since Sally was now doing the washing, that Steve had been jacking off! What a terrible waste!
I'll bet he can fuck every day, she thought, wistfully. Probably two or three times a day!
Now, having a revealing swim suit on, drinking gin with him, watching his tremendous male pole inside his trunks, was making her positively frantic. Hot juices were leaking from her cunt, her nipples were aching and sticking out sharply.
When Rita had her climax out in the pool I almost went nuts!
Somehow, she had to break down her wall of shyness and start swinging. She couldn't even dream about taking Steve away from Ellen, so if she wanted some of his sex, she had to put herself out. And she wanted to! Would a bit of suggestive conversation help?
"I suppose Ellen talked to you...." she smiled, shivering.
"Right. Great idea!"
Her cheeks felt hot, her lips actually seemed to be growing larger. She knew that if he kissed her mouth and played with her titties she would swoon into a climax! Oh, his knob was showing, just the tip of it, and her pussy twitched wildly. Her clitoris was stiff and tingly. She felt hot all over.
Steve wormed his hips in the chair in such a way that the end of his prick began to sneak above the band of his swim trunks. Sally's eyes flared with naked lust. Her thick lips parted, she was breathing unevenly. She was trying to hide her excitement behind her gin and tonic, but the hand that held her glass was trembling.
"W-when are you going to start?" Sally stuttered, her thighs opening farther.
"I want to pick the right time," he said, teasingly.
She gulped the last of her highball, started to put the glass on a nearby table, and it fell out of her hand. It was a plastic container, and it bounced on the patio floor. Her flush deepened.
"I-don't think Rita will be back-right away," she said, staring again at the exposed end of his prick. She was shaking with excitement. He felt sorry for her. How long since she had had a cock sliding in her cunt? Maybe years!
"I like you in that suit," he murmured, putting his glass aside and leaning forward. Now she could see his cockhead, and her eyes were almost glassy with craving. "You ought to wear a bikini."
"Ohhhh-at my age?"
"Hell, you've got a terrific figure. Didn't realize till now."
He didn't want to torture her any longer. He leaned forward and placed his hands on the arms of her chair. He lowered his mouth to her eager, parted, upturned lips. A low moan came from her throat. Her mouth was like hot satin with snakes inside. Her lips writhed and quivered, she moaned again, her right hand snaked to his trunks, her fingers pressed his cock-bulge, two fingers touched the knob of his prick. Her tongue drove into his mouth, her lips quivered, and suddenly her whole curvy figure commenced to shake.
She was coming off!
Her hips lurched, creaking the chair; her left hand went through his wavy hair, her right hand clutched at his crotch, and he felt the wild surge of her exploding passion.
"OHHHH, honey!" she moaned, into his mouth. Her long legs kicked, her ass bounced in the chair, and her come-shots seemed to leap from her tongue, into his mouth, deep and hard! Her wild shudders reached an amazing intensity; her mouth broke away and she wailed fiercely.
"OHHH-OHHH-OHHHH, by God! OWWWW-OH, OH, OH, OHHHH!"
He had never kissed a woman into such a savage storm of erotic joy. Her outburst almost scared him. Man alive, what would she do if he ever got it IN her? She would go out of her mind! Amazing! Ellen didn't have this much passion, probably never would have. And Rita was kid stuff. Mother was the hot one! And something about her last shivers, as she sucked at his mouth and tongue with her eager, plushy lips, the way she caressed his cock-bulge, told him she would love to eat prick. Man, oh man! His shaft was as hard as a ram-rod, he had a terrific charge of come built up that he wanted to pour into her cunt.
"Ohhhh, Steve!" she gasped, dropping back in the chair.
"Hottest mouth I ever kissed, Sally."
He looked down at her breasts. Wow! They were inches larger, they were stiffly coned, stretching the halter taut. Her nipples seemed ready to puncture the cloth.
"Have fun, you two?" Rita giggled, suddenly appearing from the house. As Steve returned to his chair, she laughed. "Look what's peeking out!" Sally still seemed dazed by her experience. Her legs still were spread, he saw a patch of wetness where her cunt pressed the panty. Her cunt was puffed out, like her breasts. The poor woman was dying for more and more. She was turned on, man. "Very much fun," Steve chuckled.
"Well, I should say so!" Sally murmured, gazing at him fondly. He had never seen such gratitude in a woman's eyes.
"Mom, you look like a cat that's just had a bowl of cream!" Rita giggled.
Sally smiled and rose slowly. "I'd better go to the rest room...."
"Now, it's my turn again!" Rita cried.
"Hell, I've got a better idea," Steve said, feeling the gin. "Let's all go in one bedroom and have a swinging party."
"Far out!" Rita cried, twitching her ass.
He was sure Sally would have preferred to have him to herself, and he admitted that he was anxious for it himself, but how could they ignore the daughter? And his nuts ached so badly he didn't care now which one got his first load of come. But he hoped it would be Sally. As soon as possible he would creep into her bedroom at night and give her the kind of pricking she needed; he would pour about three blasts into her cunt. And then he would let her suck it with those thick, sensual lips.
In a few moments they were established in the guest bedroom occupied by Sally. Rita had brought the bottle of gin and ice and mixer and glasses. Mother and daughter, ready for a good fuck.
Sally dropped to the edge of the large queen-sized bed, dizzy with longing. She wished she could think of a way to get rid of Rita, but how? Not this time! Besides, she shouldn't be selfish. Rita needed her funning, too.
Oh, when he kissed me and I touched his prick, I went out of my mind, Sally thought, watching her daughter flirt with Steve. I just went off and off and OFF! I kicked and squirmed like a crazy slut! But I couldn't help it! I'm nuts about him.
Right now, though, it would be "party" sex. She had to stop being serious and swing out. But she couldn't let her daughter think she was square. She could be just as flippant and foul-mouthed as anybody. She certainly wasn't going to miss this chance at Steve and his wonder of a prick!
"Take off your bikini and let him see what he's been playing with, honey," Sally laughed.
"Mom! I'm surprised at you!" Rita tittered. "I don't see you showing much yet."
"Now is the time!" Sally laughed. She stood up and began lowering her swim panty. Her fingers were very shaky; she had been in the adjoining bathroom for just a few moments and had swabbed her gushy twat, but it was drippy again.
Giggling, Rita removed her bikini halter. Steve was peeling his trunks down. His big shaft angled out from his crotch now, and Sally shuddered. His big apricot was swollen, his foreskin stretched tightly around it. Juice oozed from the sexy hole. His big nuts were beautifully hairy, like two male apples at the base of his prick. Rita was giggling and staring at it.
"Ohhhh, honey!" Rita gasped. "I don't think I can take that!"
"I'll bet I can!" Sally laughed. She pulled her panty from her hips and slid it down her thighs. She was almost ashamed of the expanded condition of her cunt. It was puffed away out, her pink inner labia showing like two red mouth-lips. Steve's eyes burned as he stared at her twat. Even Rita seemed startled by the appearance of Sally's cunt.
"Take off the rest, gals," Steve said, reaching out and cupping one of Rita's tits. She weaved her shoulders, watching his fingers play. There was something totally sexy about witnessing her own daughter's naked titties, seeing them stroked. Sally quickly unhooked her swim halter and let her own breasts free.
Oh, they were so big and tender, and stiff! Her excitement and anticipation, her glorious orgasm, had pushed them out and firmed them in a way she had never been able to achieve herself, when she played with her cunt and titties. They didn't droop, they stuck out like sexy flags. She could hardly believe it! Her tumid nipples were nearly an inch long!
"Wow!" Steve exclaimed, gazing at her peaks.
"Mom, I didn't know you had so much!" Rita giggled.
"Oh, they do that when I get good and hot," Sally said, flushing deeply.
"For gosh sakes, why don't you wear bras that fit them, Mother?"
"Oh, stop it, you two!" Sally laughed, flattered and suddenly proud of her twins. If Steve liked them she didn't care how big they became! Her legs shaky, she dropped to the rim of the bed, thighs wide apart. He seemed entranced with her elongated tits and her swollen, drippy cunt. She stared at his rigid prick and shaped her lips into an "O". She wiggled her tongue.
Ohhh, I want to suck and gobble his meat, she thought, dizzily. I love it, love it! I never did get enough of it. They don't realize how close I am to coming off. Steve's been getting it steady, and Rita thinks it's just a kind of sexy game. I'm famished for prick. I'm dying for it.
"Oh, I know what Mom wants!" Rita laughed, lowering her bikini panty. She writhed her ass, posing for Steve. "How does my pussy suit you, honey?"
"Very cute, baby," he laughed. "Curve it out so I can get a good look at it."
Giggling, Rita spread her slender thighs and tilted her cunt toward him. She was staring avidly at his cock.
"That's better," Steve chuckled. "Looks kind of small."
They're torturing me, Sally thought wildly. How can they be so casual about it? Rita's a prick-teaser! Her pussy is hardly wet.
"Feel it, honey, and find out!" Rita cackled.
Sally watched his hand go to her daughter's pussy, and her cunt fluttered, her tits seemed to expand even more. Steve's fingers played with the blonde crotch, and Rita hunched boldly. His head lowered, he took a pointy pink spike in his lips.
"Ohhhh, far out!" Rita cried.
Sally couldn't bear it any longer. She swept from the bed and dropped to her knees, mouth burning for the touch of his prick. Steve swerved his hips toward her, she clasped his big shaft in her right hand, she stared at the beautiful, hard knob, her lips opened.
Rita was panting between party giggles; Steve's finger was sliding in her cunt, he was sucking her other nipple. The action was so close to her face, Sally could see every minute detail. Rita's pussy was swelling, all right. His finger was bringing the juice out of it; her slender hips hunched every time he jabbed his finger in deep.
But suddenly that didn't interest Sally; all of her concentration was on the prickhead she was about to take in her mouth. Her lips touched it first, then her tongue. One of her bulging titties grazed his leg, and then she was spreading her eager mouth around his meat!
God! It was luscious! It had been years since she had enjoyed a prick in her throat. She moaned and sucked and her lips quivered.
"Hurry and make me do it!" Rita cried, shrilly.
Sally moved her head up and down, around and around, his hot shaft feeding her prick-hungers, drawing thrill after thrill from her crotch and tits. The big knob quivered in her lips, his balls were pulling up tight at the base of his pole, his strong legs began to shake.
Oh, he's coming! she thought wildly. And I'm coming, too! I want his come in my throat, I want every virile drop of it.
The wiggle of Rita's ass so close to her face made Sally's thrall all the sharper. Steve was sucking hard on one of Rita's firm, young tits. While he jazzed his finger in her cunt, he worked his left hand on her ass.
Sally felt the tensing of Steve's cock, she dallied with it just a few seconds until the familiar throb signaled his orgasm. Swift quirts of explosive heaven broke in Sally's pelvis; it was better than the one out on the patio because he was gushing and spurting in her throat! She heard his moan of pleasure; she went crazy on his shaft while her cunt banged and whammed with squirmy, dreamy intensity! Her tits quivered with each bang of her fun-pistol. Her ass shook, she almost lost her balance.
We're all coming together! Sally thought. Ohhhh, double-dreamy, double-good! I want his prick in my cunt. I can hardly wait for it!
She gulped his come and staggered to her feet, dropping backward across the bed, knees shaking, her hips thrusting as the last hot thrills bathed her pelvis with exquisite relief.
"Ohhhh, that was good, honey!" Rita giggled, backing away.
Sally was gratified to see that Steve's attention was on her, not the daughter. He was staring at her up-tilted cunt, and his cock was still very hard. Sally scooted to the middle of the bed, thighs spread, titties sticking away up, aching for his touches and kisses.
"She wants it in, honey!" Rita laughed, easing into a chair that faced the bed. "Go ahead. I'm pooped!"
Sally wasn't surprised; when she had been fifteen a couple of climaxes satisfied her for a while. But then, no man had touched her until she was nearly twenty.
Steve crawled on the bed, his knees sliding between Sally's lifting thighs. She stared at the descending, puffed, come-drippy head of his prick and a fierce moan broke from her lips.
I'm sexy for him, he wants my cunt, she thought hazily. It never needed a prick so badly! Years and years of waiting and hoping, and now I'm going to get FUCKED. When his knob touches my aching cunt I'll go off again. I will! I just know it!
CHAPTER FIVE
The minute Debra Jones entered her apartment she began tossing off clothes. Carl Ender quickly removed his trunks, his nine-incher as hard as a pole of seasoned hickory.
"Come on in my bedroom, honey," she cooed, her only garment the fancy pink bra. Her tits looked as though they were ready to burst out of the cups. "You're gonna get that young hambone really boiled!"
"Yeah, man!" Carl muttered, watching the lush, dark promise of her sculptured hips and the limber twitching of her ass. Toni had said it was okay. She wasn't much of a fuck, and she knew it.
The boudoir was small but very neat. Two photos of nude colored girls on one wall made him wonder. Maybe she had a thing about broads. He didn't give a shit. She loved prick.
"Stretch out on the bed, lover," Debra crooned, softly. "Prick up. I like to do the movin'."
"Any way you want it, baby," he muttered, his throat tight. He had been watching her for months, wondering, guessing. Now, all of a sudden, this dark stuff was here and ready, hot to trot.
As soon as he was in position, he watched her unfasten the bra. Her black cunt was all spread out, the inner lips showing bright red. Her clit angled up sharply.
"I'm mighty proud of these tits, honey," she giggled, dropping the lacy garment. Jesus, they stood out like two ripe melons, and the nipples....
Sonofabitch, he had never seen anything like them! They were as big as plums, faintly pink! They looked ready to burst.
"Nothin' like young white prick, honey, and you got a dandy!" she cooed, crawling on the bed, above him, on hands and knees. "I'll show you how a colored gal skins a cock!"
"Man, you really got the tits, baby!" Carl exclaimed.
"Don't touch 'em yet, boy. I got a few tricks I work with 'em."
Smoky thighs spread above his crotch, she lowered her breasts to his chest and trailed her two rigid plums across his flesh. Her uneven breathing put an extra hardness in his pole. The rub of her swollen nipples, while she dragged them lower, along his belly, sent goose-bumpy thrills through his loins.
"Tell me before you come off, honey," she breathed.
"Yeah...."
"I'm gonna bust your nuts good and big, honey!"
He moaned when her nipples began to wiggle on his prick, first one, then the other. Now she rubbed her tits all over his crotch and balls, breathing faster. Fun juice leaked from his aching, stinging cockhead. Ever since he had finger-fucked her into such a tumult on the patio his batteries had been recharged, almost over-charged. The ache for a come was terrific. Toni was shit compared to her maid.
She was resting on her knees, now; her left hand went under his ass and soft fingers located his butt-hole.
"Ever had a girl's finger up your ass when you went off, honey?" she cooed.
"No-"
"That feel good?" A fingertip went into the pucker of his anus. Jesus, it was sure as hell different, and exciting! His cock swelled even more. He had heard about guys sticking a finger up a girl's butt; not this, though. Every time she wiggled her probe his prick tingled.
Suddenly her head lowered to his cock; her thick, pouty lips enclosed it like hot cunt lips, her tongue danced around his glans, her finger went in and out of his chute. Jeesus, could she suck cock! Amazing! Her head went around and around, then teasingly up and down.
"Uhhhh!" he moaned. "Sonofabitch!" Come-fire was crawling up his legs, his body arched, his ears buzzed.
Cat-like, she raised her mouth and swung her ass toward his shaft. She was squatting on his meat! His flaming glans touched her heated cunt, he felt the delectable spread of her twat-lips. She uttered a fierce moan, her hand left his asshole, and she drove his knob up, up, up, into her steamy, pulsing cunt.
"Shoot your come, honey!" she bleated. "Pour me a load!"
Her ass went swiftly up and down, and then, as she shouted wildly, her hole erupted around his throbbing, pulsing cock. Hot snakes seemed to coil around his meat, a series of violent spasms rocked her body and her bulging tits; he grabbed for them and dug his fingers in them.
BOOM! His nuts seemed to pull clear out to the head of his cock, he was shooting and shooting, and it was coming clear from his asshole, deep and wild and hard! The burning spurts, the beats of his pleasure, had never been keener or sharper. He was fucking a whole cupful of stinging come into her churning cunt. Jeeesus Christ, what a way to go off!
"AHHHH-OHHHH-FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" she shouted. Her cunt was almost chewing and grinding at his meat. It was fantastic!
He had a moment of dizzy weakness, dark spots danced before his eyes. The waves of relief calmed every core of his body.
She softened on him, keeping his cock pushed up tight, her warm assflesh seeming to caress his nuts, the whole pubic zone. That squatting was far out, man!
"That was a ring-ding dandy, wasn't it, baby?" she giggled, rotating her ass playfully. "No white gal ever gave you that kind of a come, huh?"
"Hell, no!" he gasped.
"I got a lot more where that came from, honey," she purred. "You gonna keep it hard?"
"Hell, yes! Can't you feel it?"
She giggled, tightening her twat voluptuously around his shaft. Without breaking the connection she came into an all-fours pose, curving her big plums at his mouth.
"Suck 'em real easy, Carl honey. They're tender. Then I'll give your prick a riding you won't ever forget...."
Sally watched Steve's cockhead lower toward her dripping cunt. She pulled her legs back farther, swinging her hips upward, eagerly. Her awful prick-fast was over, she was going to feast on big, stiff young manmeat. As his knob opened her famished twat, as the vibrant phallus began to invade her twitching cunt, she bleated a fierce cry of rapture.
"Owwww-OHHHH-HONEY!"
Delectable shivers raced the length of her fun-tube. The feel of him between her thighs soared her need higher, higher. She lurched her titties upward, toward his lowering mouth; she watched his lips surround a tender, stiffened nipple. Sugary flames rampaged from her breasts to her cunt; she bucked and took every inch of his meat into her twat, driving the hot knob against her womb. A riot of spasmings seized her crotch, her vagina convulsed with savage furor, and the heavenly, slow BANG, BANG, BANG of her fun-gun, followed by juicy twistings and clenchings, tore another shout from her throat.
I'm coming around his prick, I'm coming around his knob, I'm going off, off, off, and ohhhh, OFFFF!
When the sweet hammering of her cunt began to ease away, he started poking. Slide, slide, slide! Jab, jab, jab! Her pelvis caught the fuck-rhythm, her drippy, swollen cunt-lips slapped at his nuts on each goaty stroke. The heaven was building again; Rita was jabbering and giggling, but Sally couldn't really hear it; all of her senses were focused on that driving prick, the snug, luscious boring and goring of her cunt.
His eager panting said he was about to shoot her cunt. He went faster, his mouth left her stinging nipples, his face twisted. The nerves in her crotch bunched for the next beating culmination.
Ohhhh, almost! Sock, sock, sock! It was taking him longer this time. Wonderful! She needed that prick for as long as he could push it. Slam, slam, slam! Ohhh, it had to be now! She whimpered and moaned; she had swallowed his first come, and now she had to have his youthful gushing in her come-famished cunt. Prick and cunt, prick and cunt! This was what her cunt needed. More, more, more!
Suddenly he reared forward, his ass flew, his knob swelled; it seemed to pound all the way through her, to her ass. Her breasts puffed higher, his back arched, he slammed her cunt with lusty, boarish vigor. He groaned high and loud, and right at the crest of his last swift thrustings, the sensuous tightenings and churnings of her cunt answered the burst of passion from his cockhead. Her entire body exploded! Sweet, quick blades of sex-thrills enveloped her being, her cunt went throb, throb, throb, her nipples seemed to break open, as he poured his virile load into her spasming twat her fuck-shivers seemed to last and last and last!
She fell from her pinnacle into a cunty trough of twitching, tingling relief, feeling the last slow pushes of his cock draw the fade-away honey from her thighs and ass and titties and mouth. Ohhhh, what a come, what a COME!
Her legs dropped and she hugged him tightly, mashing his chest to her stinging tits. She floated in a sexy dreamland until Rita's giggles broke the intimate thrall.
"Boy, Mom, you really go ape when you get a prick!"
"You're so right, baby," Steve murmured.
I wish I had him alone, Sally thought. I wish he would fuck me for hours and HOURS. But I can't be that selfish.
Toni Ender, sitting in her favorite downtown cocktail lounge, glanced in the back bar mirror and saw a familiar face. Ellen Everett! No, her last name was something else now; she had remarried. Toni hadn't seen Ellen for at least ten years; they had gone to school together at Oregon City.
Ellen had always been a square, they had never traveled in the same circles, but plump, shy Ellen was one of the very few broads Toni had ever known who appealed to her in a really sensual way. Something about Ellen made Toni's clit tingle.
Ellen looked radiant; evidently the new marriage was agreeing with her. And what was she doing in a cocktail lounge? Her frock indicated she had dropped some of her old-fashioned ideas; her figure had improved, she was accenting her breasts and showing off her long, rounded legs. Very juicy!
"Ellen!" Toni exclaimed, swinging around on the stool.
"Well, for goodness sake, if it isn't you, Toni!" Ellen laughed, pleasantly.
"Let's take a table and visit," Toni suggested. Ellen smiled.
A moment later they were in a shadowy corner of the lounge, sipping fresh martinis. I wonder if any broad ever got in her panties, ran through Toni's mind. I'd like to try it with her, I really would.
"I heard you married again," Toni smiled, glancing at the shadow between Ellen's generous tits. The frock displayed them attractively.
"Yes. You did, too, didn't you?"
"Right." She giggled. "I got a real young one, this time!"
"Well, I did, too!" Ellen laughed. "Some fun, huh?"
Toni rolled her eyes. "Far out, as the young broads say."
Both women smiled knowingly.
"Say, we ought to have a party," Toni suggested. "I'd like to meet this young husband of yours ... How old is he, anyway?"
Ellen acted flustered. The near-darkness prevented Toni from seeing any blushes. "He looks about twenty-five, but he's-nineteen."
"No kidding?" Toni laughed. "Two old broads with the same idea. Carl is just eighteen! Terrific the way they can last!"
Ellen laughed pleasantly. "I just adore it!"
They discovered they lived only about ten miles apart, Ellen in Milwaukee and Toni at Oregon City. Ellen had inherited a pile of money, as Toni herself had. They didn't mention "buying" their new bed-partners, but it was obvious to both.
"I believe in enjoying the things wealth can buy," Toni said.
"I decided the same thing," Ellen smiled.
"I'm glad to see you're swinging out a little, honey," Toni answered, winking. "You look sexy in that outfit...."
"Oh, you!" Ellen giggled. "I hope Steve thinks so."
Before parting and exchanging phone numbers, it was decided to have a pool party at Toni's place the next evening. Ellen explained that a sister of hers and a young daughter were living at her house. Toni's place would be better, all right.
As Toni drove homeward, she found herself wondering whether Ellen was letting her young husband catch a little on the side. If Ellen was smart, she would. Pulling into the driveway at the front of her big home, Toni had a sudden, brilliant idea. Would Ellen swap her stud? Well, I'd want to see this Steve first, but after all, young prick is young prick! I hope Carl finally got in Debra's panties. She's been wanting to fuck him for a long time. He ought to drive down and see Alice again, too.
She had her own way to fuck, and she was sure it didn't satisfy Carl, completely. She had to keep him happy!
Leaving her packages in the car for Debra to pick up later, Toni entered by the front door. Carl must be home, his hotrod was parked in the garage. She walked through to the pool, finding the area vacant. Then she had it. Maybe he was up in Debra's apartment, right now. Fine, fine. But she was very curious.
She had toyed with the idea of having a threesome, with herself and Debra and Carl. She knew she couldn't today, though. She had her nuts cracked that morning; she wouldn't be able to come off again for a while. Still, her curiosity lingered.
Remembering the intercom between the living room and Debra's apartment, for convenience, she wondered if the colored girl had left the key open on her end. She often did. Smiling to herself, Toni walked to the control box at the end of the big sofa, sat down and turned the button. Sure enough. Debra's outfit was on in her bedroom. A rhythmic creak of bedsprings alerted Toni's senses. They were fucking right now! How lewd and fascinating!
Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle-then a pause. The sounds were tinny but very graphic.
"... gonna make it again, honey?" Debra asked.
"Jesus Christ, you really suck it out of me, baby!"
"This colored cunt is pretty hot stuff, honey."
Toni giggled and turned up the volume. The bed creaked again, four times.
"Ahhhh-uhhhh, that's good, honey!" Debra cried. "You gonna keep it stiff so I can pop my nuts one more time?"
"Yeah. Go at it, baby."
Toni relaxed and let her thighs swing apart. Two martinis and the talk with Ellen, and now hearing Debra getting her prick-slides, was turning her on.
If I come again I won't be worth a damn for that party, she thought. But listening in is sure sexy! They couldn't object if I joined them, right now. Oh, hell, they're about through with it. I don't want to spoil it for Debra; she's about to pop her cookies. I wish I could come as many times as some broads!
The bed-creaks grew louder; Toni could hear Debra panting. The colored gal sure loved her meat.
Another pause. "It's comin' off the next go-around, honey!"
"Better hurry, baby...."
The bed squeaks quickened. Sounded like the bed frame was coming apart. A furious jiggling noise, then a loud, fierce moan.
"It's comin', baby!" Debra cried, loudly.
Triple Trade
"Sweet Jesus, this is a big ONE! AHHHH-OHHHH-FUCK!"
Toni's pussy tingled as the racket reached a finale; Debra's moans softened as the riot of creaking ended.
Toni cut the power, and leaned back, sighing. She wondered how many times they had gone off. The idea of white cock in a black cunt was juicing her fun-hole and bringing her clitoris up stiff. She reached under her shorty skirt and patted her thinly covered pussy. Mmmmm! A light quickie would soothe her nerves. Another big come, as she had with Carl, would leave her like a rag.
Oh, hell, I'll just rub it a little and think about Ellen! I haven't tickled myself off for months! When Debra yells and comes I keep thinking about her cunt going crazy around Carl's prick. Mine never did. Well, I like it the way Carl does it for me, after I coached him. That's my thing, and this ... I'm too lazy to move right now. Mmmmm. Not bad! I love to come with my panties on. Somehow it's sexier.
Imagine Ellen finding a young, virile husband! It was deliciously erotic. How easy it was to tell when a broad was getting her regular jollies. Made them look younger, put a sparkle in the eyes. Ellen's waist had slimmed, her tits were definitely larger, shapelier. Her brown hair had a fine, healthy sheen.
Toni reached inside her sheer bikini panty and tickled her rising clitoris. Her nipples tingled slightly, surprising her. She was definitely interested in having her breasts become more sensitive, more responsive. If they would just grow one inch she would be ecstatic. Her dresses would look so much better on her. Looking sexy was very important.
Carl was a tit man, no question about it. He had given her nipples a fine' workout; she would ask for it again the next time they fucked. She considered undoing the bodice of her frock and playing with her titties, but Debra might come wandering in; Carl might show up, too. She wouldn't want either of them to know that she played with her own pussy once in a while.
Oh, it was so relaxing to rest and feel the growing tingles fan out from her clit. She looked down and admired the perfection of her long, sexy thighs; she wore smoky, stretchy-topped nylons that reached almost to her crotch. Sometimes when she masturbated, she liked to stand in front of a mirror, wearing panties and bra.
Tickle, tickle little clit, how I love it, love it, love it!
She rested, panting softly. One of these days she and Carl would fly down to Reno or Las Vegas; maybe Alice and Debbie would like to come along. Having her sex with Carl, in a new place, added excitement. She could show off some of her new clothes; she loved to watch men's heads turn when she wore mini-skirts and snug blouses. She knew just how to move for the most effect. Her modeling experience had taught her that. Fun, fun!
Ohhh, it's coming nice and slow. The thrills swept down her legs and back to her achy cunt. She tipped her ass higher, bringing her long legs far apart. Now, a bit faster. Her clit was very stiff; she rolled it and teased it. Delicious! She wouldn't drag it out today. Just a soothing quickie, as she had planned. Ohhh-almost! She kicked her legs and wiggled her bottom. Come, come, Toni. You're a very sexy dame, you have to have this, now!
Her clitoral zone throbbed; she uttered a low wail of pleasure, she danced her finger on her little prick, bringing the jazzy, nerve-exploding waves of cunty pleasure. Ohhhh, it was better than she expected! It quivered her legs and brought a hot, juicy flow from her pussy. Mmmmm! Gin always sharpened her come-joy.
She stopped shaking and pulled her hand from her panties. She closed her eyes, resting. Now for a nice shower and a nap. She would be all ready for one of those big, big orgasms that sometimes took over an hour.
Maybe she would get a crack at Steve Johnson. Ellen might enjoy a change of pace with Carl. Exciting! She would wear a very sexy outfit.
CHAPTER SIX
"Oh, Carl!" Alice Allison exclaimed, opening the front door of her apartment.
He grinned, noticing the plushy curves of her body delineated by a thin green wrapper; underneath she wore a panty and bra ensemble. Her red hair was brushed long, caressing her shoulders.
He had called an hour earlier to give her time to powder her cunt and put on her war paint. He was all rested after his fuck out with the Negress. A long sleep and steak and eggs for breakfast, at eleven, had put him back in shape. As long as Toni expected him to take care of Alice, he might just as well do it.
The first and only previous time he had fucked her had been after a party at Toni's house, after Toni had given the word that it was okay. It had been a kind of half-drunken quickie. He wanted more time with her, and he also wanted a crack at that cute, chubby niece, Debbie. He had patted her ass a few times, but that hadn't satisfied his curiosity. She was fourteen, but looked sixteen, her tits all developed, her ass already getting outsized. If she didn't start dieting soon she would be a tub in a few years.
Alice, at thirty-eight was taking better care of her figure. She also had a good tight, hot cunt. And man, she loved that prick! She would probably be grabbing herself a new husband one of these days, but meanwhile ... she was a friend of Toni's and needed attention.
"Debbie watched the late, late movie on TV," Alice said, leading him to the sofa. "She's still asleep...."
"No boy friends?" he asked.
Alice laughed, her green hungry eyes sliding along his body. "She'd like to have you for a boy friend."
"I'm pretty well tied up, baby," he said, pulling her down at his left.
"Well, I guess!"
"But I've always got some to spare," he added.
"I'll bet! Toni's sure an understanding friend, letting you see me...."
He pulled her close with his left arm and brought his right hand up to her tits. They were even larger than the maid's; that first time in the darkness of a bedroom he hadn't got a real good look at them.
Wow! Debbie Weber thought, peering out into her aunt Alice's living room. She's going to get her titties played with! Heavy!
Debbie had become wide awake the moment she had heard Carl's voice. He was just dreamy. Married to that long-legged Toni Ender, who was at least forty! A guy like Carl should be dating girls Debbie's age, not fiddling around with old widows.
Before Carl's arrival, Debbie had been sprawled in bed caressing her pussy. She had learned the pleasures of masturbating only a year earlier, after hearing some of the girls at school talking about going home after a hot date and "finishing". Well, she had never been out on a hot date, but she had tried it, anyway. F-u-n!
She realized that if she lost about thirty pounds and wore miniskirts she could probably hook some kind of stud. The few guys she had gone out with hadn't tried anything very sexy. She hated to admit that she was still unpunctured by a prick. Oh, she talked a good line to her girl friends, she knew all the words, and she had actually watched a girl-chum getting fucked in the back seat of a car, while her date up front just stared straight ahead. The word "fatty" didn't quite apply to her, but almost. Those late TV snacks were murder!
She watched avidly as Carl fiddled with Alice's boudoir bra, pushing his fingers in as though testing how springy they were: Her tits. They sure looked big. Debbie had never seen her aunt naked, but the way things were moving, it wouldn't be long now!
Debbie was sure Carl had fucked Alice at a party over at Toni's house the previous week; now he was back for more. Did Toni know about this? The way Alice had talked, afterward, Toni was well aware of the deal, and even approved of it! Swingy, sharing the young husband.
I bet Toni can't give him enough screwing, Debbie thought. So she "loans" him out to her lady friend. I wonder why they don't all fuck together? I've heard of orgies. Alice needs the prick as badly as I do!
Now they were kissing and Carl was pulling Alice's bra away from her tits. Wow! Her nipples were red with big bands around them. And did they stick out? Heavy! Very sexy. She could see a hump in Carl's pants; looked like he had a big cock. Dreamy! I'll get to see it!
She pushed her bedroom door open a bit farther and brought her hands up to her own tits. She wore only a thin, pink nightie, and the top of it was soon down so she could fondle her mounds. She liked to weave her shoulders and made them jiggle when she tickled herself into a climax. Fun!
Oh! Her nipples were stiffening and tingling. She was turning on fast, her pussy was already wet. She dropped her right hand to her crotch and spread her chubby thighs. She parted the brown bush of her cunt and ran a finger along her slit. Num-nummy! Would Carl go for a plump, young virgin? He had patted her on the ass at that party, the night he had fucked Alice.
Their mouths broke apart and Alice looked down at his playful hand. He was digging his fingers gently into her tit-flesh and moving from one big hill to the other.
"Ohhhh, you're good, honey!" Alice cried.
"You got a lot to play with, baby," Carl said, bringing his head toward her tits. His right hand opened her wrapper, his fingers worked along between her opening thighs. He took a nipple in his mouth; Alice squirmed, her right hand snaked to his crotch, where her fingers shaped the tent in his pants.
"Ohhh-honey!" Alice panted. "Stop teasing me and let me have it!"
His head lifted from her breasts. Oh, were they puffed out? Wild!
Debbie pushed a finger in her cunt. NUMMY! She slid the finger in and out, feeling the jazzy thrills eddy through her loins. Her elbow happened to hit the door, Alice glanced over, and suddenly her eyes widened.
I've been caught, Debbie thought, and I don't care! She can't see where my hand is, anyway.
Alice shuddered with erotic anticipation. Why, that little bitch! She was peeping. And the lewd smile on her round face told clearly that Debbie was enjoying herself. Well, Toni had said that if Debbie wanted to swing with Carl, it was all right.
Oh, I wish he had taken me to a motel, Alice thought. I love that cock of his; first one I've had for years! But I can't be hoggish. I believe he came here expecting to find Debbie; she's almost the right age for him.
Alice had had a fairly successful marriage; her former husband, Cecil, had been a pretty good screw. Her only extra-marital fucking had been disappointing; she and Cecil had swapped with another couple, and the man had become so excited about her big breasts he had climaxed prematurely, and he had had a small pecker. On his second try his prick had folded in the middle and she had ended up in the bathroom masturbating for relief.
After Cecil's death she discovered that he had been gouging the other man's wife for a long time; still, he had been a good fuck. Nothing fancy about him, like sixty-nines. She had never had her pussy lapped or taken a prick in her mouth. If she married again she was determined to find a swinger. She had missed too much. She was sick of fucking a pillow for thrills.
Oh, I wish I could afford a young husband, like Carl! I'm just lucky to have him here.
Carl's seeking fingers reached her fancy panties; he pressed her moistened cunt. The nipple in his mouth was stinging and tingling deliciously. Why in hell didn't he take his pants off and bring his cock out and fuck? She was shaking and panting for an orgasm; she had waited and waited for this.
Debbie wasn't trying to hide any longer; she was staring with unabashed sensual interest, and somehow Alice found it exciting! Debbie needed sexing, too. Alice had reached the age where she couldn't be too particular; she and Debbie talked quite frankly about men, and although Alice was positive her niece hadn't had much actual experience, she put on a bold front.
Would Carl go for an orgy? The way he looked and acted he had probably indulged before. He was a young, cocky opportunist, and horribly sexy. The memory of his long prick sliding in her cunt, and her furious orgasms with him at the party, made her delirious.
"Ohhhh, honey!" she panted, as his fingers slipped inside her panty and cupped her steaming puss. She opened his trousers with shaky eagerness. She found his hot, rigid prick just as a playful finger invaded her cunt. The nipple in his mouth seemed ready to explode!
"OHHHH!" she cried, lifting her ass.
He's going to tickle me off! she thought, wildly. Cecil wouldn't do that for me. He thought it was sissy. I love it, love it! Ohhhh-I'm COMING!
Feverishly, she worked his prick out of his pants; she gripped it, and zingy waves of joy shot up her thighs; he raised his head from her bulging tits, his fingers dived and dived in her achy, shivery hole.
"Come to me, baby." he breathed, into her opened mouth. "Fuck my finger!"
His words were so startlingly suggestive and sexy she lurched her hips swiftly, her tits jiggled, her thighs shook, and then the beating heaven convulsed her crotch. She didn't care what Debbie saw or heard, she was having her come-come, her banging, whamming delight.
"Uhhhh!" she shouted. "OHHH, OH, OH, OH, OHHH!"
Debbie whipped her hand swiftly on her juicy, stinging cunt. She had never seen anything quite as sexy as her aunt Alice bucking and kicking on the sofa, with a man's finger in her snatch.
Now Debbie's come was coming! It always hurt when she did it standing, but she was too far along to stop, or to give a damn about anything. The vision of Alice holding Carl's huge cock in her hand, while she flipped her lid, made Debbie's come-off very quick and deep!
Ohhhh, it hurts GOOD! she thought, weaving her ass. I sure need fucking! I need it today! Num-nummy! I love to come like this! Dreamy! I didn't know watching was so much fun.
Carl was very pleased with Alice's performance. Her cunt really quivered when she broke her cookies. Poor cock-starved broad. He heard a noise behind him and turned his head. Debbie stood in a bedroom doorway, her big, fat tits out of her nightie, a look of sensual excitement on her face. She was just drawing her hand away from her cunt. Obviously she had peeped and had been playing with her twat.
"Come on in, cutie," he said, grinning. Chubbiness wasn't so bad on a girl as young as she was. Her large, rounded tits, with the brown nipples poking out stiffly, made his prick harder than ever.
He pulled his hand out of Alice's panty; she opened her eyes, smiled. Her fingers played up and down the length of his wet-headed cock.
"Yes, Debbie. We might as well have a party!" Alice laughed. "Shame on you for peeking!"
Debbie giggled. "How could I sleep with all this racket?"
Carl laughed, standing up. Great! Hell, they had probably planned it this way. They weren't really smart enough to wangle their own prick, they were desperate for sex, and he was just the bastard to give them what they needed. Toni didn't seem to be interested in the threesome route, but maybe she would go for it now that the colored maid was snapping her cunt at him.
He undressed quickly. Debbie pulled the nightie over her head, giggling excitedly. Alice was busy getting out of her wrapper and loosened bra. Plenty of big tit and ass to play with today! One time he had fucked two willing teen-agers on a darkened beach, simply taking turns, but this was different. A real fucking deal. An old one and a young one.
Naked now, he walked up to Debbie and grabbed a big, rounded tit in each hand. Alice was back on the sofa, heavy thighs spread, her red cunt-hair damp from her recent come-bang.
"Ohhh, this is sexy!" Debbie cackled, gazing avidly at his rigid prick.
"Ever played Hide the Weenie, baby?" he kidded, tweaking her nipples.
"I don't know if I can hide that weenie!" she gasped.
Alice, her cunt still leaking her fun-juice, felt her hunger swell again. Debbie had enormous breasts! Watching Carl play with them was terrifically exciting. He sure wasn't in any hurry to fuck. She wanted to see that big thing stretch Debbie's young, tender twat. Would he suck it for her? There were so many ways to go that Alice was dizzy with sensual anticipation.
"Why don't you try it?" Alice laughed, her cunt twitching.
"I can't standing up," he chuckled. "Why don't you stretch out on the floor and let's see what you can do with a prick?"
Alice shuddered as Debbie dropped to the carpet and spread her big, rounded thighs. The young girl's face was a deep pink, her bulgy tits stood up like mountains of sexy allure. Alice had time to wonder why she was so interested in her niece's body. Probably because she had never seen Debbie's tits and cunt exposed, like this.
Carl dropped to his knees between Debbie's out-flung thighs. He nudged them farther apart, sliding forward and bracing his torso with his hands. His big cockhead touched Debbie's belly; her head lifted and she stared at his shaft. Her brown eyes were wide with excitement, she reached up and caressed his chest, waiting for the stab of his meat.
Alice grabbed a pillow from the sofa and placed it under Debbie's head. Resting on her knees, Alice watched, entranced. She wanted to see every sexy detail.
"Bring it up high, baby," Carl muttered, nuzzling Debbie's jutting peaks. As his lips surrounded a brown spike Alice trembled. Ohhhh, how terribly sexy could it get? Debbie's going to get FUCKED! I'll die when it slides in her cunt! If she can't take his prick I know I CAN!
"Pull your legs up!" Alice panted. It was just as she had thought; Debbie didn't know how to fuck at all. The young girl brought her knees slightly forward, and his big prickhead touched her cunt.
"Uhhhh!" Debbie cried, legs now bent at the knees.
Carl nudged his stretched knob into Debbie's eager cunt-flesh. She whimpered. Only about an inch of hot meat entered, spreading the twat-lips, and Debbie flinched.
"Raise your ass, honey!" Alice cried, so hot she could hardly bear it. Her cunt was leaking juice down her thighs.
"Uhhhh-it hurts," Debbie panted.
"Reach down and help him push it in!" Alice cried.
Debbie found his prick with her right hand, but she didn't know what to do next. Breathing fast, Carl pushed again. A bit more prick squeezed into the snug, young cunt. Debbie pulled her hand away; she whimpered again. Her fatty thighs quivered, her arms trembled.
"Ohhhh-it's not going!"
In a frenzy, Alice whirled around and spread herself on the floor beside Debbie. She tilted her steaming cunt high and weaved her butt.
"Give me your prick, honey!" she gasped.
The strain showed on Carl's young, handsome face. He nodded and crawled out of the saddle; he quickly slid between Alice's eager thighs, she brought them away forward, knees to her chin, but still apart so he could suck her tits if he cared to.
Instantly his cock found her drippy cunt; he moaned and his back arched with purpose. Alice raised her head and watched his big knob slip snugly into her up-tilted cunt. The luscious contact, the sensuous expanding of her hole, pulled a fierce cry from her throat.
"OHHHH-that's it!"
She lunged her ass upward, his meat filled her shivery vagina, his knob went all the way to her womb; the sugary flutters of her pelvic muscles had never been sweeter; the agony of waiting and watching was over, she had his cock, she was moaning and groaning her pleasure.
His mouth enclosed the whole end of a tit, he stroked slowly, his big nuts striking her vestibule on the down push. How slutty and utterly divine! Poke, poke, poke, then a delicious pause; he had fucked her carefully that other time, and he was doing it again.
Her lust was stronger now. Her stretched pussy was responding with glorious intensity. Nothing, nothing was better than a hot young prick, goring her cunt. His cock was rubbing her tender clit, her cunt-lips quivered each time he came down, her tits were simply stretched to their limit, rising like melons ready to pop.
Even in her anxious thrall, she was aware of Debbie staring and panting; she had her hand on her pussy, kneading the cunt-flesh. Now she had two fingers in her hole, her face twisted, her breasts surged higher....
"Ohhhh-I'm coming!" Debbie shouted.
Her wail of delight touched Alice's taut sex-nerves. Carl bucked faster, she met his poking with ass-shaking vigor. Now came the best part of all, the exquisite swell of his knob, the flexing of his prick, and her cunt answered with a quick, wild burst of cunty jerkings and tightenings.
"Come hard, baby!" Carl groaned. His pounds into her throbbing twat exploded the sweet flood of her come. Her fuck-throbs twanged her pelvis, her fun was booming and banging and tearing her loins apart! Debbie's moans of relief rang in her ears like cunty music, and right at the last of it her vagina convulsed even more delightfully, beating and beating around his meat. She felt the heavenly spurting of his juices, felt his shakes of pleasure, heard his grunts of cocky delight, and her cunt drummed out the rest of her joy.
"Ohhh" she panted, drifting down from her glide into cock heaven. Her legs flopped straight out, she hunched through the sweet after-beats, and his prick left her twitchy hole.
"Ohhhh!" she cried, wanting it to stay inside. But he needed rest. She couldn't hog his prick. She relaxed and looked over at Debbie.
The young brownette was lax, legs apart, her right hand still on her cunt. Carl moved over between her thighs, crouching with his head right above her crotch. His hands slid under her ass; she squeaked in surprise, raised her head. Her hand came swiftly, guiltily from her drippy cunt.
"Ohhh, I want it in!" she cried.
"You're pretty snug, baby," he answered, lowering his head. "But I can still suck it."
Alice sat up quickly; she had to see this! Debbie was going to get a tongue in where his prick wouldn't go. Sexy!
He looked at Alice before he started his cunt-lapping.
"Kiss her and play with her tits, baby, and we'll bring her big and hard!"
"But-that's-" Alice cried, shivering.
"Shit, it's sex. You want to get her off again, don't you?"
Alice nodded, dazed.
"Well, hell, if you don't like that, get around behind me and stretch out and suck my meat. Okay?"
"Yes!" Alice cried. This was better. How could she turn Lesbian enough to "help" Debbie climax? She would think about it later; right now she was going to take a stiff prick in her mouth for the very first time. And she would be doing it while Carl sucked Debbie's pussy. This was really swinging. This was far, far out!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Alice, flat on her back, her head between Carl's thighs, gazed fondly up at his hard, hard, prick and hairy nuts. He tipped his ass backward slightly, so she could take his tube in her eager mouth.
She couldn't see him nibbling at Debbie's cunt, but she could hear faint slurping noises and hear Debbie's whimpers of pleasure. Her thighs were drawn up, very far apart, and Carl was lifting her ass with his hands.
Now Alice took his cock in her left hand and steered it down to her lips. That big, apricot, still cunt-slick, a few drops of white come oozing from the hole, the drawn-back foreskin which had been pushed there by her twat, drew her mouth like a hot magnet.
"Ohhhh-OHHHH!" Debbie cried.
In her frantic eagerness, she raised her head and opened her lips and suddenly she was sucking prick! Her mouth and tongue seemed to know what to do; it was so horribly sexy she knew she was going to come off again very soon. He crouched in such a way that she could lift her head and fuck his cock with her mouth. Ohhh, the newness of it, the wonder of it! How often she had glimpsed Cecil's prick and wished she could lap it and kiss it. Well, he was gone and now she was having her chance at the age of thirty-eight.
"Ohhh, ohhh, OHHH!" Debbie wailed. "Make me come!"
Alice could tell from his movements and the sounds that he was taking his time with her pussy. He was going to drag it out for her. Alice wasn't sure that she could wait much longer; she sneaked her right hand down to her dripping cunt and pressed it. Thrill, thrill! But the real thrills were radiating from her mouth, down to her crotch.
She began to time her sucks with Carl's sucks. Every time he fastened his mouth on Debbie's young cunt and worked on it, she bobbed her head on his stiffening prick. Double good! Her cunt was flaming, it would take only a few touches of her fingers to bring another come, but she was delaying the shot, prolonging her thrills. The longer she had his meat in her mouth the better she liked it. She had never dreamed that cock could taste so sweet! It was almost as if, for years, her mouth belonged on a cock! Delicious, delectable!
"OHHH, please!" Debbie implored. Alice could see her heels kicking the floor.
Suddenly Alice knew this was it. She felt a tremor of Carl's body, his big shaft tensed in her throat, his nuts were so close to the base of his shaft they seemed part of it. She caressed them lightly with her left hand; he shuddered, his knob swelled; she bobbed her head swiftly, hearing Debbie's mounting frenzy, as she yelled and groaned for relief.
Alice drove a finger deep into her cunt, she felt the heavenly swell of his piston, the throb of his exploding pleasure, and then the ecstasy of a totally new experience, the gushing and spurting of hot come into her eager throat!
Debbie's heels pounded the floor, Alice felt her fun-shots clear to her toes and fingertips; they ripped and tore through her whole body, while her pelvis convulsed and went bang, wham, boom, boom, boom! Each throb of his cock in her mouth enriched her come-joy. She was shooting a really big one! She wanted to shout but she was too busy eating hot meat. She gulped his come and sucked with all her might. He groaned and shuddered. She hoped it was real good for him!
Finally Carl pulled his shaft out of her mouth. He swung away and dropped onto the nearby sofa.
Alice rolled over and found herself staring into Debbie's opened, pink-lipped and swollen wet cunt. In a very dirty way, it was quite fascinating. Debbie rested, heavy thighs still far apart, her tits rising and falling.
"Ohhh, Carl!" she giggled. "That was really yummy!"'
"Nice, soft cunt there, baby," he said, slumped back on the sofa, his prick not as large as before.
Alice rested, too; she hated to move; it was much more comfortable stretched out on her belly and tits. Debbie was making no attempt to lift her ass or roll away, either
"Go ahead and suck her cunt, Alice," Carl suggested.
"Oh, you're-awful!" Alice protested. But the cunty, opened slit, dribbling fun-juice, was fascinating.
Debbie raised her head, giggling. "It's okay with me, Alice!"
"You're both terrible!" Alice said. "I'm not that kind of woman...."
"Oh, shit!" Carl laughed. "Try it. You keep looking at it. I'll give you the shaft again after a while."
Alice shuddered. Why should her own niece's twat interest her? But it did. She wiggled forward. Debbie brought her thighs up and tilted her cunt higher.
Now Alice could see the little nub of a clit sticking up from the puffed labia; a curious, strange lust gripped her senses. Why had she asked Debbie to come and live with her? Why did she examine Debbie's panties for tell tale signs of girl-come? Why did it excite her when she heard Debbie playing with herself and panting loudly?
Because I guess I've wanted to suck her juicy young cunt, and didn't know it!
Suddenly Alice had her hands digging into Debbie's soft, soft assflesh, her mouth was lowering to the opened, swollen cunt, and then her tongue was sliding into the sweet fragrance of velvety cunt!
"Ohhhh!" Debbie cried. "Ohhhh, that's good!"
Alice fastened her lips to the dewy hole and drove her tongue as deep as it would go. Luscious! Soft as rabbit-fur and twice as tasty! So different than anything she had ever known. Jab, jab and suck, suck, suck! It was as if she had always wanted to taste cunt and had never had the courage to try it.
"Eat it slow, baby," Carl said.
"Ohhhh, no!" Debbie panted. "I want this one quick!"
Alice went wild on Debbie's pussy. She lapped and gobbled and sucked. She fluttered her tongue, she nibbled the tiny clit. She felt the tremors of Debbie's ass, the jerking of the wide-apart thighs, and then the arch of the young girl's butt.
Alice felt the flutter of girl-cunt against her mouth, she banged her hips on the floor, her own gun began to pop, pop, pop! Debbie convulsed and shuddered, whimpering her delight. Alice sucked greedily from the girlish, young, soft cunt. Ohhhh, what a way to go! Two cunts with but a single thought, to wham it and bang it and let the thrills explode....
Carl relaxed in a deck chair on the patio and watched Toni fuss with lights and decoration for her party. Debra had already done her bit and had retired to her apartment. The stereo was going softly, green bulbs shone faintly in the pool, a table containing bottles and mix and glasses and ice, had been set up near the water. Steve and Ellen Johnson were due to arrive any moment.
Toni wore a short beach robe of bright red that struck her just below the crotch; she wanted to give the impression that she was naked, and it wasn't far from the truth. He had seen her bikini earlier; and it was the skimpiest outfit she had ever worn. Naturally, she had been to the beauty parlor; her hair and makeup rated as perfect. She had no intention of going swimming. The bikini was to display her leggy charms, her sexiness.
Show, that was her big thing. Or was this Steve Johnson somebody special?
"Have fun over at Alice's honey?" Toni asked, swinging down into a chair, legs apart.
"Yeah, not bad." Actually, he had had one hell of a time, but he had to keep Toni thinking she was the best screw in town.
"Hope you aren't too pooped!" she giggled, staring at the crotch of his swim trunks, his only garment.
"Hell, you know me, baby."
She smiled, twitching her rump in the chair. The bikini panty barely covered her bush; it was red, like her robe, with a fancy white trim. The bra, he realized was expertly padded underneath to give her tits that extra fullness she thought essential. Her nipples almost showed.
"I feel one coming on, honey," she laughed.
They had already discussed Debra, the colored maid; and he had toned it down a lot. Actually, she was the hottest fuck he had ever encountered. Fantastic!
"I'll have it ready for you," he said, grinning.
She executed a slow, inviting coital lift. "The party will tune me up just right, honey."
From out front came the slam of a car door. Toni jumped to her feet, came forward and patted his trunks, then rushed away through the house to greet her guests. He watched the practiced wiggle of her model-shaped ass. All that stuff and a poor fuck. Too bad, really. But she had money and a generous disposition.
Ellen Johnson, wearing what she had agreed to wear for the party, her first bikini and a beach robe, felt a sexy flutter of interest when she saw Carl Ender. Obviously he was a rake, a devil, a sexy young stud out for what he could get from life. He might not be smart, like Steve, but he had a primitive cunning.
Easy to imagine that when he worked a woman over he would do anything. No wonder Toni was excited about him. She could almost picture Carl eating Toni's pussy. He had the look. He was more slenderly built than Steve, but ohh, how sexy!
She hadn't had any sex from Steve since the previous morning when she had enjoyed her first top-ride. She knew he had had a party with Sally and Rita while she had gone shopping; but he was young and his juices would be built up again. Sally had given Ellen a glowing account of Steve's performance. In fact, Sally acted slightly tipped-over about Steve. She would have to watch that.
As Ellen rather self-consciously removed her robe, following Toni's lead, she saw Carl's eyes slide up and down her body. He was practically screwing her with his gaze. She felt a sensuous lush flutter in her cunt.
While the party chatter went on, after introductions, Steve ogled the sweet perfection of Toni's body. Jesus, what a chassis! Those long, tapered thighs were the very essence of sexiness. For a broad her age she kept in terrific trim. Those small, pouty tits looked as firm as unripe grapefruit. Her mouth didn't look hot; there was a kind of cool, flirty manner about her that indicated a hell of a potential. She had some actions and poses of a teen-ager; every move was calculated to make a man's cock stand up. If she hadn't been a model, she had missed her calling. And as the conversation progressed, he discovered that she had modeled before her first marriage.
"Why don't we exchange partners and dance a little?" Toni suggested, after the second martini.
"Hell, aren't we going swimming?" Steve asked.
"Honey," Toni cooed, moving in front of him and weaving her hips. "You're missing the whole point! Ellen and I wore bikinis to give you boys something to look at."
"We can swim later, pal," Carl said, rising and taking Ellen's hand.
Steve didn't really care about the swimming bit; it had seemed like a good way to get his hands on Toni. Dancing was just as good. The music was slow and beating. If these broads wanted to swap it was okay with him.
If they didn't get around to it tonight, he was going to give Toni a call; he would slip out on Ellen any day for a crack at that leggy, sexy Goddess. As for actual fucking, he had to rate Sally Wall the tops. Jesus how she loved to suck cock! When she went off around his prick she screamed like a banshee.
Well, tonight was tonight; he could fuck Sally tomorrow. Man, oh man, she did love her gouging. Toni was class, very different. He'd go ape if he ever slid between those long, long thighs. Or maybe she was just a flirt and a cock-teaser. Maybe she saved her goodies for Carl. Easy to see through that cocksucker; he was out for all he could get, a real fucking gigolo.
A strong, young animal, that's what these older dames wanted. A good, stiff prick at all times!
Steve intended to get through college and earn his own money; the thing with Ellen might not last too many years. She was one hell of a generous broad, and a good fuck; she appreciated everything he did for her in the bedroom. Getting her to top his cock had been a real kick. But Sally ... Why the hell did he keep thinking about her? Rita was okay, too, but just another young, silly cunt. The world was full of that kind.
He slid his arm around Toni's slender, pliant waist and she flattened her nubile shape as close as she could worm it. Those long legs brought her twat-curve right against his crotch.
"Well, you are something, honey," she breathed in his ear.
"You act like you've got a lot to give, Toni," he chuckled.
She twitched her ass and squeezed his fingers. "You might be disappointed, honey...."
"I doubt that, legs."
"Oh, you like my legs, huh?"
"Sexy. What if I called you some afternoon?" She giggled, curving her pussy nearer. Her titties were rubbing his chest. "Shame, on our first dance!"
"Look, I won't call, then."
"Oh, piss. I hope you do, honey ... You think Ellen would swap, tonight?"
"You dames call the shots, you know that," he said.
"I think I can talk her into it, honey."
He steered her into a very dark corner of the patio. His hand slid down across her rounded, sculptured bottom. His prick was rising inside his trunks. She rubbed her bikini-covered cunt on his covered prick.
"Ohhh, that feels good!" she breathed.
"Isn't Carl giving you enough?" he asked, boldly.
"Oh, he's very good-but I don't feel this way about everybody. You're quite a person. I'd like a change. And I'm sure you would."
Toni was very impressed with Steve, and not just in a purely sexual way. She had already learned that he was going to college in the Fall. He had purpose and drive. In a special way, he was sexier than Carl. Sure, he had taken the easy route, marrying a wealthy older dame, but he was smart; he obviously had a high IQ. Carl wasn't in the same league, at all. He was just a young, clever stud. He was, frankly, a sex machine. But she enjoyed him and she owned him. She was letting him fuck Debra, and Alice and her daughter, too, if the daughter wanted to swing.
She had a rather fanciful notion that Steve could bring more out of her, sexually, than any person she had ever met. Ridiculous, actually. She had her way of fucking, and it had satisfied her for years. Why get all slutty and lathered up over her good friend's husband? She wanted to get in Ellen's panties, too, eventually.
Ellen acted so damned square and naive, it would be real fun breaking down the barriers. She wondered how Steve and Ellen fucked. Probably very old-fashioned! Apparently this was the first time Ellen had worn a real bikini. How utterly ridiculous! She had a good body. Why not show it off?
Ellen shivered as Carl weaved his strong, young body close, pulling her hips in tightly to his crotch. She felt his hard-on riding against her tummy. Toni and Steve were almost out of sight in a dark corner, and she felt a small tug of jealousy. Toni was delighted with Steve; it had been very apparent right at the start. Toni was so damned pretty and leggy and sexy....
"You scared, baby?" Carl asked, his mouth seeking hers.
"N-noo. Just excited, I guess!"
"I've got about nine inches down there, baby."
"Oh! You're awful...."
"Hell, I call a spade a spade. Swing it in closer and we can have some fun."
"Do you talk this way all the time, you young devil?" she murmured, trembling.
Toni didn't actually say so, but I'm sure she wants to swap, Ellen thought. Could I, really? I've let Steve have some fun on the side. Why shouldn't I have it, too?
Nothing backward about Carl; he would probably do it to her any old way. I love fucking on top! Maybe he would go down on me; maybe I can learn some things Steve hasn't shown me!
"I'm using polite conversation so far, baby," he said. His mouth closed around her lips, his tongue wiggled between them, spicily. Ohhh, it was so sneaky and thrilling! She shivered as his hand crawled up her naked belly to her bikini halter. It was made of stretchy stuff and hugged her breasts tightly; he lifted a cup and ran his fingers around a tit. Naughty thrills chased down her body. Why should she be a one-man woman? If Steve could play musical beds, she could, too!
He teased a tingling nipple and worked his tongue voluptuously in and out of her eager mouth. The gin was helping; it always helped turn her on. Very sexy!
He pulled his mouth away much too soon and lifted the halter from her other swelling tittie.
"Beautiful pair, baby," he said, boldly fondling from one mound to the other. "Ever squeeze 'em around a hot prick?"
"No! Do you have to talk that way?"
He laughed. "Where have you been all your life, Ellen? Isn't Steve a swinger?"
"I-I wasn't raised that way!" she giggled. "Steve does all right, I'll have you know." This was fun, fun! Bikinis and gin and dim lights, then maybe a new prick. She was flattered! As with Steve, she was overwhelmed to know that a youth of eighteen or nineteen found her sexy. Did Toni "loan" Carl out to other women? In this day of convenience marriages, almost anything could happen.
"Hell, didn't you ever swap?" he asked, bringing her breasts out into stinging, puffy peaks. Ohhh, he was almost as good as Steve with her achy tits.
"No, you devil!"
"All the better." He was rubbing his bulge lower, against her crotch. Fun-juice was leaking out into her panties. Her nipples were stiff, stiff! He pushed his right leg between her thighs; the sensual contact of male flesh on her bare skin was terrifically sexy. She found herself shivering and pressing her cunt against his leg.
"I think we all need another drink," Toni laughed, from the shadows.
Ellen hated to pull away, she was almost panting with sensual excitement; but it was early, yet. Plenty of time for the nitty gritty later on. She was turned on big; a new young stud wanted in her cunt!
Steve wondered if he was going to screw Toni, after all. She was all rub and tease, giggle and flirt. She talked a big line, suggesting a swap, but she wasn't turning on very fast. He had got his hands on her tits and his tongue in her mouth, briefly. But only briefly. Her nipples were very small, not yet stiff. Maybe she needed a while to steam up. What a hell of a body! He had touched it just enough to want all the rest.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Having fun, honey?" Toni asked Ellen. They were in the poolside can, freshening up.
"For an old blister I'm doing all right!" Ellen laughed. Her fingers were shaking. Carl had brought her so close to an orgasm her whole crotch ached for relief. She stood in front of a mirror, fixing her mouth, and Toni moved behind her. Soft hands went around Ellen's waist, sliding upward.
"Now, stop that!" Ellen exclaimed, rather startled. If Toni was this way why had she hooked onto Carl?
Toni squeezed Ellen's tits before drawing her hands away. "Don't tell me you've never had fun with another dame!"
"I should say not!" Ellen protested. "Isn't this the night for boys?"
"Of course, honey. I just couldn't resist your nice, big titties. You really ought to try it, at least once."
"Oh, you!" Ellen giggled, feeling Toni's allure.
If the beautiful ex-model needed the "extra" stimulation of another dame, why didn't she just hire one? Ellen had to admit that she was curious about what two women did in a sexual situation.
"Just think about it," Toni laughed. "I like it with the right person. Someday when you want a different kind of thrill, I'll show you the ropes." Ellen walked to the door. "Maybe ... Are we really going to swap?"
Toni giggled. "I thought you knew that! Don't you like a change?"
"I just wanted to be sure," Ellen said, her heart thumping. It was true; she was going to have some new prick. She had already decided that Steve needed variety; he was giving Sally and Rita their thrills. She certainly didn't want to lose him. She would try not to be jealous when bed time came. Toni was so terribly sexy, though, that Steve might get carried away. She would have to risk it. She trusted Sally, but could she trust Toni? Time would tell.
"Do you do this often, Toni?" Ellen asked. "Letting Carl have some 'variety'?"
"Of course, honey. A friend of mine, about my age-and her niece."
"No kidding?" Ellen laughed. "My sister and her daughter are living with me, and I've told Steve he could party with them...."
Toni's eyes opened wide. "Honey, you're more of a swinger than I thought! We both have about the same idea!"
"I want Steve to be satisfied!" Ellen said.
"I'm getting a real big idea," Toni murmured, as they walked toward the drink station where Carl and Steve were waiting.
"I think I know what it is, and you're horrible!"
Ellen giggled. The gin was kicking her hard, now.
"All right, let's admit it. We're a couple of bitches. Why don't we let the boys trade houses? I could have Alice and Debbie stay here for a while; they live in an apartment right now. But I'm paying the bills...."
"The boys ought to like that!" Ellen said, her imagination working overtime.
Toni laughed again. "I've got a colored maid, too. Maybe Steve would like some dark stuff tossed in!"
"That's about the dirtiest thing I ever heard of!" Ellen giggled. "Maybe we wouldn't get much for a few days."
"Oh, you know how these young studs are, honey. Always got a hard-on!"
Both women laughed.
"We'll set it up soon," Toni murmured.
Ellen had an even wilder idea, but it could wait. The gin was mixing with her prick hunger and turning her into a slut. Right now she would be satisfied to have Carl all to herself; she was sure she could handle him for one evening.
"Steve, honey," Toni said. "I think we need some more mix. Come on in the house and help me find it, huh?"
Steve, who had been bored with Carl's company while the broads were in powdering their twats, leaped at the suggestion. Toni took his arm and her hip brushed his as they entered the house. This must be it. Swap time. The dames had talked the deal over; they were going for it.
In the cool semi-darkness he slid his left arm around Toni's waist; she giggled intimately and led him into the big living room. The drapes were all closed, one lamp glowed near the long sofa. She stretched out on it, a large pillow behind her head, long thighs spread.
"All right, honey, let's do our thing. But I need plenty of playing around, first. Okay?"
"Any way you want it, beautiful."
She weaved her slender ass and kicked her legs. "You can take my bra off but leave the panties on for a while. And please take your trunks off; I want to see what you've got!"
He nodded eagerly. If she wanted it here instead of in a bedroom, he didn't care. He peeled his trunks down; she ogled his crotch and smiled.
"Very good, honey! Come on, now. Let me hold your prick while you tease me good."
He wasn't used to such a "practical" approach, but those long legs were driving him up a tree. His cock was gin-hard. A new pussy to play with and fuck. Great!
Naked, he eased down on the sofa, his ass close to her hips; she reached for his prick and he unhooked the bikini halter. Damned if it wasn't lightly padded. Her tits looked hard; a sensuous smile curved her lips. A small pair would be different and interesting. Funny thing, though; her nipples weren't even standing up. They were dark and small, almost under-developed.
"Play with those, honey," she breathed, arching her breasts high. "Make them hot!"
He lowered his head to hers, her mouth opened wide, her tongue shot out, her fingers caressed his shaft. He cupped a mound of tit-flesh and began fondling it. Her lips writhed, her tongue jabbed upward, into his mouth. But somehow the whole deal had a practiced manner; she was making the right motions, offering him all this stuff for his hands and mouth, but she wasn't really hot. Looks could sure as hell be deceiving. How the hell long would it take to get her cunt good and juicy and bring her sex-temperature up high?
He was determined to give her a good fuck, though. It was all here, waiting for him. Before he was through she would be panting and moaning and ready for prick-meat. She could stop acting hot and really turn on.
"Want to stretch out on the lounge and let me play with it a while, baby?" Carl asked Ellen.
"Right out here?" she giggled. The hump in his swim trunks was larger than ever. Toni and Steve were gone. They were probably in bed already. Steve certainly liked those long legs of hers.
She sank down on the chaise longue and spread her legs. He took a chair at her right. Grinning, he lifted her mini-halter with his left hand and slipped his right hand between her thighs.
The stinging need he had ignited earlier was returning swiftly. Her cunt was very wet, her titties bulging high.
"You turn on fast, baby," he chuckled.
She watched his fingers on her achy tits, felt his other knowing fingers creep along the heated thigh-flesh toward her cunt. He liked the dirty talk, so she was determined to fire it right back at him. Why not? She was an old, hot broad who needed her kicks.
"You can fuck me any time, now," she panted, arching her ass upward. He wasn't Steve, but he was male and young.
He laughed. "Cunt itchy for prick, huh?"
"Yes! You almost made me come a while ago. honey!"
A playful finger sneaked inside her panty and touched her wet, expanded cunt.
"Ohhhh!" she moaned, as his probe slid quickly into her fun hole. Honeyed, hot thrills fanned out from her crotch. She bucked her hips; his fingers toyed with her stiffened, tender nipples.
"About to bust your cookies, baby?" he teased.
"Hurry!" she gasped. "Please!"
His hands left her and she almost wailed her disappointment. He was deliberately making her wait, and ohhh, it was delicious fun, but why couldn't he do it on her next orgasm?
She watched him stand and remove his trunks. His prick was as large as Steve's, maybe not quite as thick. But, ohhh, it was stiff and drippy on the knob, and her cunt ached for it. She tilted her ass high, wanting that panty off, his cock descending toward her burning hole, where it belonged.
In her feverish state of arousal, she pushed the bikini panty down, drew her legs together and quickly skinned the fancy garment away. She reopened her thighs, curving her twat up again. His dark eyes flared with lust. How could a young stud resist good, hot cunt?
I'm not as pretty as Toni, but I'll bet I can give him a good fucking!
But he didn't move between her thighs. He leaned over her, from the side, and cupped her steaming twat. He lowered his head to her upstanding breasts. She reached out, taking his cock in her fingers, the virile magnet drawing her touch. His fingers played skillfully with her dilated cunt-lips, tweaking her clitoris.
"OHHH-my goodness!" she cried, bucking her ass. "Make me do it!"
"What, baby?"
"Go OFF!" she wailed.
He smiled, his lips surrounded a peaked, tender nipple; his in-finger drove deep. Her breast-tip trembled in his mouth; his tongue jabbed it.
"Ohhh-God! Here it is!" she panted. Her hand went up and down on his cock, her ass lurched high, her heels pounded the patio deck, and then the hard, beating gin-come beats rocked her pelvis. Ohhh, sweet! Ohhh, hard! Ohhhh-deep! Fun-boom, fun-boom! Pop, pop, pop!
A new stud is finger-fucking me and I love it, love it! she thought, wildly. I want his prick, but I don't need it, right now! Ohhhh-delicious!
It was an achy, clit-stinging, cunt-twisting come! Swap-fun, gin-and-bikini fun!
"Yeah," he breathed, around her nipple. "You come off big, baby."
"Put it in me and I'll show you more!" she panted.
Carl chuckled and returned to his chair. Her hand fell from his cock. Eyes closed, she shivered through the rest of her tickle-come. He had had a lot of fucking lately; he would make her wait a while for his first load. These old broads liked it any way they could get it.
He knew she wasn't used to his fuck-talk, but she enjoyed it; she just pretended she was "shocked" by it. Some of these old cunts tried to be "nice" even when they were popping their nuts. Jesus Christ. When he wanted a real hot, far-out fuck he would go back and visit Debra. That colored cunt was the absolute tops!
"Ohhh, you're mean, honey!" Ellen gasped, opening her eyes. She stared at his prick with such longing in her eyes he almost felt sorry for her. Steve wasn't getting his home work done. Maybe he had some young stuff on the side.
He leaned back in his chair and found a cigarette. He lit it, smiling indolently at her puffed-out cunt and puffed-up tits.
"I figure on getting you off about six or seven times, baby. Can you take it?"
She giggled like a schoolgirl. "You've got such a filthy mouth!"
"But you like it, don't you?"
"Yes, yes! Get me off as many times as you can, honey! I love every bit of it!"
"Now you're starting to swing, baby."
Toni was enjoying herself thoroughly. A new young stud who wasn't trying to be pushy, following her instructions to the letter. He was sucking her nipples, his right hand was inside her panty, and her cunt was heating, leaking her first juices.
She was beautiful and leggy and a former model and if they wanted to fuck her they had to do it her way. Her titties were improving, all right. Steve was making her nipples hard; they were tingling just a little more than usual. She felt in a topping mood tonight; she would stretch him on the floor and do her thing on the head of his prick; she would show him just how limber a girl's ass could be.
"Is this making you too hot, honey?" she purred, tipping her cunt higher.
"I'm okay for a while," he muttered.
"It takes me a long time to come, honey," she giggled. "But you do like my body, don't you?"
"Hell, yes!"
"I come just once, too, honey-so you have to work it real easy, toward the last. Then I'll top you. Okay?"
He nodded. He seemed puzzled, but if he expected her to turn slutty in just a few moments, he was crazy. This was the fun, the slow, lingering buildup. This was what a man was for, giving a broad her sex the way she preferred it.
He was playing with her thighs again, now. All along the tender inner planes, slowly back under her panty to her cunt.
"Ohhh, that's good, honey," she breathed. She was tickling his prick very lightly. His shivers indicated he wasn't used to waiting so long to break his nuts. She was heating up faster, now. Maybe it wouldn't take her a whole hour with a new stud.
"Okay, take my panties off, slowly," she whispered.
His fingers shook as he stood up and tugged her last garment along her thighs. His eyes were ablaze with lust. He stared at her cunt as if he had never seen one before.
"Now, give my cunt a good working over, honey!"
"Want me to suck it?" he asked, his face twisting.
"No! Just play with it, honey. That's the way. Now tell me something real sexy!"
"You only come once?" he asked.
"Once to a party, honey. But it's a big, big one." She squeezed his prick. "But you'll have your fun ... I'll let you put it in-later."
"Right," he said, but he didn't sound too excited.
"Is Ellen a good fuck, honey?"
"Sure."
"How many times does she come?"
"Three or four," he said, his face very flushed.
"I suppose you suck her cunt?"
"Nooo ... Not yet."
"Ohhh, that's too bad! Why don't you spread her out tomorrow and eat it for her?"
"You like to talk all the time?" he asked.
"Mmmmm! It's fun, isn't it?"
"Right...."
He was rolling her clitoris, now. The thrills were sharper, closer together. She kicked her legs and wiggled her ass..
"That's doing it, honey!" she panted. "Get on the floor, on your back."
Steve was getting the stones. His cockhead ached for a shot. Jesus, she was a fucking prick-teaser, after all. Kid stuff. One come to an evening. Crap! He had to talk her into a sex-thrall. Crazy twist.
He slid off the sofa, onto the floor. The carpet was deep; he wouldn't be uncomfortable. She gave him a pillow for his head and crawled astraddle. He could see right away that she knew how to do this. A fuck, at last. He was going to shoot very soon. She could work for his second shot just as easy as the first.
With practiced agility, she swung her cunt toward the end of his prick, it slid smoothly inward, about an inch. He moaned as the snug, hot cunt-meat surrounded his knob; he reared his ass, but she lifted cleverly, teasingly, keeping only the knob at the door of her snatch.
"Just rest easy, honey," she breathed. "Lie still. I'll do the work."
"I'm going to come off, Toni," he panted.
"Well, you can keep it hard, afterward, can't you?"
"Right!"
"Okay, I'm not coming this time, honey," she murmured, swinging her ass around and around. The swelling head of his dong was on her clitoris; she was pressing it down and jiggling her ass. She wasn't touching him anywhere else. Just his cockhead against her cunt-lips. He didn't feel any shivers. But her face was flushed, at last; there was more eagerness and less artifice in her actions.
"Uhhhh!" he moaned, as the achy burst of his come shot along his legs, up his throbbing prick and burningly out the glans. She trembled, her cunt came down, finally! He shot his gushing wad into her box! Not one flutter of response, but hell, he was pouring his come in her cunt, at last. She bobbed a few times and then came up, returning to her former game, rubbing her cunt and clit, jazzing them around on his knob. He felt the goop leaking from her hole, down on his nuts.
His come had excited her, all right. She was panting, her nipples were stiff, her ass moved with more purpose. Hell yes, he could stay hard! Such a beautiful cunt, even if she was weird. Maybe when she went off it would be worth all of this waiting around.
That was pretty good when his prick throbbed in my pussy, she thought, pausing. I usually don't care for it, never did. I don't want to stop now and wipe the come away, either. Ohhh, it's going to be a good one! Ohhhh, shit. Ohhhh, I can't wait any longer! I'm twenty minutes ahead of schedule! Ohhh, sonofabitch! OHHHH-just a little more! Almost-OHHHH-almost-OHHHH-God! Here it COMES!
The thrills pulled up her thighs, bunched deliciously in her clit, and then the sharp, quick fun-shots wrenched her cunt. It was big-bigger-OHHHH, shit, it was a great big one!
Suddenly, in a kind of thrall of clutching heaven she hadn't expected, she took his cock all the way into her box and bounced furiously. Ohhhh, now away out, to her clit again-but then she didn't need it. Something new was happening in her vagina. A series of startling, aching throbs ran through her whole pelvis. Her clit was coming, but she was coming deeper! A voluptuous fluttering of her whole cunt, from one end to the other, as his cock burst again, spewing more come in her cunt, rocked her into a slutty, driving, pounding orgasm.
It was good-good and ohhh, better-better; it seemed to unlock her pelvis and let a flood of sugary elixir bathe her crotch. With his prick soaked deep in her cunt, she rested on him, her legs still twitching.
Oh, I can't let him know what happened, she thought. I'm not sure what happened myself. I never had a come like that; I never lost my head and turned into a bobbing, moaning animal! All I know is that Steve is special. I want a lot more of what he's got to give. MM MM!
"Was that worth waiting for, honey?" she whispered.
"You know it, Toni."
"Be sure and call me, now."
"I will. The next day or two."
She sighed. "You know, I think maybe I can come again, after all!"
This is the first time I ever really loved to have prick in my cunt, she thought. But I won't be a slave to it. Next time I'll keep my head.
CHAPTER NINE
Steve awoke with a hard-on. He had been dreaming about Sally Wall, and as usual, after he had been drinking, the next morning he invariably had a very stiff prick. Toni had been pretty good, in her own way, but he had shot off only three times. The farewell fuck hadn't been as good as the first one, when he had gushed two loads in quick succession.
He glanced over at Ellen, who was sleeping soundly. On the drive home she had acted very pooped; evidently Carl had given her a pretty good fucking. He didn't feel like waking her. Why the hell should he? Sally's room was right down the hall, and Rita's room lay just beyond it, divided by a convenient bathroom.
No more jacking off, not when he had three dames in the house!
He slipped carefully out of bed, found a robe, and left the boudoir he shared with Ellen. In the kitchen, in the refrigerator, he found ice cold orange juice; he rinsed his mouth with it and drank deeply. Prick still hard, he slid down the hallway to Sally's bedroom. Ellen hadn't said how often he could fuck Sally, so he wasn't going to let any grass grow under his feet or pecker.
Poor Sally was starved for cock; she would surely appreciate a hangover hard-on and a few morning squirts of come. If Rita wanted in on the act, all she had to do was walk in and spread her fresh, young cunt. He hadn't fucked it yet; he had played with it and looked at it, and he had eaten it, underwater! About time he plucked that sweet, ripe cherry, if she still had it.
As far as he was concerned, a real virgin was a girl who hadn't got her gun off, and how young did you have to catch them for that? Twelve? Anyway, Rita would appreciate the meat. Things had happened so swiftly the past few days he hadn't really had time to work on Rita. Those giggly young ones were hard to pin down.
Sally pushed the covers back and spread her long thighs. She had awakened with a stiff clit and a wet cunt; ever since the party with Steve she had thought about little else. It was awful to have him so close, right down the hallway, but he was sleeping with his wife, Ellen. They had been to a party the night before, and after a while they would probably have more sex, slowly and lingeringly....
As delicious memories of Steve and his big, stiff prick raced sensuously through her mind, she eased her tender, already puffing breasts out of her nightie.
I'd give anything to have him for just a week, she thought. He could fuck me any time, anywhere! He's too much! When I get his prick in my cunt or in my mouth I go crazy!
She was caressing her rising titties when a light tapping sounded on her bedroom door. Guiltily, she pulled the thin bodice of her nightie back over her hard-nippled mounds; she crawled quickly from the bed. Could it be?
She opened the door, and her heart leaped into her throat. Steve! He looked so young and tousled and sexy, her pussy fluttered. His robe was rather carelessly together in front, revealing an expanse of tanned chest. And wasn't his prick pushing the material out at his crotch?
"Mind if I come in, Sally?" he whispered, winking.
"Oh, do!" she breathed. Her hands shook, her nipples tingled, erecting.
He entered, and before she had the door closed his right hand was under the hem of her nightie, pressing her eager cunt! She shuddered, arching it forward, sliding her arms around his neck.
He wants me again, she thought, dizzily. He liked it. He's back for more. Or is he just using me to get at Rita? She'll hear us, she'll be wandering in ... Well, I don't care! I'll take his prick any way I can get it!
"Honey, you're sure flattering an old woman," she whispered.
"Hell, you don't seem old to me, Sally. You're one hell of a lot of woman."
She felt his fingers part her swollen pussy-lips and steal inside. Dreamy waves of fun washed her whole body. His hand seemed to belong on her steaming cunt.
"That's all yours any time you want it, honey!" she gasped, determined to swing out. She would try to be mod, like Rita. Ellen might break up the show at any time. She, Sally, had to get all of him she could, while she could. She was shameless.
His mouth sank into her opened lips, his tongue stroked voluptuously in and out, in and out; his finger danced on her stinging, aching clitoris. She moaned, reaching for his crotch. She opened his robe, found his pole-hard prick. Honeyed stabs rocked her loins, her thighs spread, she tilted her cunt so he could play and play with it.
Rita Wall, hearing voices from her mother's bedroom crawled out of bed and slipped into the bathroom that connected the two rooms. She had already recognized Steve's virile tones; he had slipped into Sally's room for some morning sex-fun.
Why didn't he come to my room? she wondered, feeling jealous. I'm cute and blonde and sexy. He never did try to fuck me; he was too busy screwing my mother! It was fun, though. He really gives me the thrills.
Carefully she opened the door that connected Sally's boudoir. Well, they were already sucking tongues and feeling crotches. Obviously, his finger was in her cunt, because her ass was wiggling and she was moaning loudly, her hand sliding up and down on his rigid cock. Sexy!
Sally sure could hunch. Her entire ass seemed to come unhinged, she went at it with such wildness.
Finally her mouth broke away and she cried plaintively. "Ohhhh, Steve! Hurry and put it in me! I'm coming!"
There was a swift scramble; he backed her to the bed, she fell on it, .her ass at the edge, her big tits standing up high inside her nightie, long thighs far apart. His robe dropped, he leaned above her and Rita saw that big, long blade of prickmeat swoop down and in. It drove deep into her cunt, she uttered a fierce cry of rapture.
"Ohhh-OHHHH-OWWWW!"
Her ass did that wild, abandoned hunching, her legs kicked, and he goated her cunt with swift, hard strokes. Wow! Did Sally go off hard? She went ape shit! Her tits jiggled, her fingers clawed at his shoulders, the bed creaked. "Ohhhh, oh, oh, oh, oh, OHHH, OHHHH-here it COMES!" she bleated. "Again!"
This time Steve braced above her and let her buck and fuck. The bed almost came apart. She moaned and kicked and panted, her cunt slapping his loins with lusty vigor. As far as she could tell, Steve wasn't going off. He hadn't made any sounds. He was letting Sally get her fuck-shots, her pricky thrills. How could she come off twice, like that? Boy, she must have a hot cunt!
Finally, Sally's hips quieted. She pulled her nightie down and exposed her jutting tits. They sure stuck up far! Like that other time. He nuzzled them and her ass twitched. But she was past her come-off. Steve pulled away, he was in a kind of awkward position.
"Honey, I really needed that!" Sally gushed. Rita felt wetness in her cunt, her titties were hard and pointy. Now it was her turn!
"Thought I heard noises," Rita said, brightly. She was sure she looked alluring in her black, lacy nightie that barely covered her pussy.
Steve turned and looked at the daughter. He was about ready for a good morning-after blast; Sally's wild, hot cunt-clenchings had been too sudden to bring his load. Man alive! She got better each time he pronged her cunt. A double-climax. Very flattering to his ego. He hadn't even started on her big, coned tits.
"I guess I yelled," Sally giggled, crawling to the middle of the bed. "Go ahead, you two. I want to watch!"
Steve turned and fastened his right hand on Rita's cute, blonde-bushed cunt. She giggled, weaving her butt. He fingered the juicy little hole, admiring the jut of her small, hard titties. Half-turning, he sat down in a straight-backed chair and pulled the teen-ager around in front of him. She stared at his wet-headed prick.
"Try to sit down on it, cutie," he said, a finger still in her twat. He could feel no obstruction; she had probably broken her maidenhead with a carrot or banana. But the hole was small. Could he really fuck it? If not, he would give it a good sucking. He had tasted her cunt out in the pool; she liked his tongue in there.
"Oh, oh!" she panted, spreading her slender, white thighs.
"Take your nightie off, so I can suck your titties," he suggested. He was teasing her small clit.
"I've never had a prick, honey!" she giggled.
"About time you did, blondie. You do the pushing. If it hurts, you can back off." He still didn't believe she hadn't been pronged.
She hiked the nightie away; he enjoyed the sight of her hard, small, pink-crested tits. He pulled his finger out of her fun-hole and placed his hands on her hips, bringing her closer.
"Spread out, cutie," he directed. "Brace your hands on my shoulders."
Sally swung off the bed, perching on the edge of another chair, thighs spread, her brown-bushed cunt drippy and swollen. She evidently wanted to see her daughter take her first cock. Her thick lips were parted, she was breathing unevenly. Her tits were enormous. The poor woman was dying for more prick, and her silly daughter had interrupted. Well, he would get Rita's fun-gun popped, one way or another, and then he would spend more time with hungry mother.
He brought Rita's hips nearer, he tilted his cock forward, centering her cunt on the prick-knob. Soft and dewy. She was getting the idea, now; with her feet on the floor, she tipped her ass into a more favorable position. He dropped his hands from her hips and lifted them to her jutting tits.
"Bring it down, cutie," he encouraged.
"Ohhhh!" she cried, shivering. The hot, tender flesh was giving, spreading around his glans.
Mother had a snug cunt, but Rita's was going to be tight. She was turned on, her tits were hard, the nipples pointy. The view of her spread-apart thighs was highly interesting.
She pushed, shivering.
"Do it!" Sally cried, leaning forward. He curled his finger at her; she nodded and moved the chair close to the one he was using. He dropped his hand between her far-apart thighs and she swung her cunt up for his feels.
"OHHH!" she panted, as he dived a finger into the slick, hot pudding. The quiver of her cunt made him wish he was screwing her instead of the daughter.
"Come on, cutie," he said to Rita.
"I'm trying!" she panted.
"Wiggle it around."
Her fingers worked on his shoulders, she trembled and lifted slightly, writhing her dewy cunt on his gin-hard knob. Sally hunched slowly on his finger, staring at his prick and Rita's twat. The flutter of Sally's cunt was remarkable; she was close to another orgasm. He tickled her clitoris, and her shudder of pleasure quickened his delight. She was so damned eager. She couldn't get enough of him.
I'm going to take her out soon and spend a whole day with her, he thought. She's hotter than Ellen or Toni or anyone I've ever fucked. We could have one hell of a ball.
Suddenly Rita's cunt began to stretch around his cockhead, skinning his foreskin back, sliding tightly lower. About two inches of hot meat was now buried in her hole.
"Ohhh-OHHH!" she quavered. "I'm making it!"
A surprising thing happened; her twat began to writhe and shiver, squeezing his prick deliciously. Sensuous vaginal action at her age was fantastic; he would have to give her a big gold star for Effort.
"Ohh, oh, oh, ohhhh!" she cried, apparently as surprised as he was. Her blue eyes were wide open, her mouth was open, her slender figure commenced to quake and tremble, her legs shook.
"Come down!" Sally moaned. "Take it all!"
"Ohhhh, Mom-ohhhh, God!"
The voluptuous squeezing of her stretched cunt around his cock reminded him of Sally's cunt. This kind of passionate action ran in the family. Terrific! He could scarcely believe it. Now about five inches wormed into her shivery box, she shuddered and came up, then down again. He nuzzled her firm, young titties, he caressed her ass with his free left hand.
"OHHH, this is far out!" Rita wailed.
"Go up and down and fuck him!" Sally blurted, bobbing faster on his invading finger.
Mom and daughter both were about to come. Great! The flutters of Rita's cunt, as she took more of his prick and slid her fuck-slides with joyous vigor, pulled his nuts up tight. He wasn't going to blast a shot yet, he had done too much screwing the night before, but he was getting his sex-kicks. This was living, man!
"Uh, uh, uh!" the young blonde panted, arching her tits toward his mouth. His cockhead was hitting the end of her vagina; about six inches was all she could handle. She was learning how to fuck, and how.
"OHHH-I'm coming!" Sally moaned, loudly. Her ass flew in the chair, the fingers of her left hand dug into his thigh. The lusty arching of her hips was a delight to see.
"OHHH, I'm coming, too!" Rita bleated.
He sucked a small, pink nipple in his mouth and felt the sweet shudders of her orgasm. The luscious, quick spasms of her cock-filled cunt almost startled him into a premature spurt. She rocked and whimpered and bobbed. Her slender thighs shook, her soft, rounded bottom flexed under his fingers. Sally went wild in the chair; the abandoned lurching of her bottom, the wild clenching of her cunt on his diving finger, gave him a terrific charge.
"OHHHH-OWWWW!" Sally groaned.
Mother and daughter blasted together. Man alive, with a little training Rita would be almost as good as Sally. Ellen didn't realize just what she had done for him. She had handed him the two hottest cunts in town!
At last Rita's pussy stopped shaking, she quieted on his cock. Sally fell back in the chair, limp with joy.
"Ohhhh, Steve," she crooned. "It gets better all the time!"
"Ohhh, I don't see how it could!" Rita murmured, hugging him, pressing her tits into his face. "I made it, Steve. You fucked me! Ohhh, I love it!"
Ellen stood in the hallway listening to the sounds from Sally's bedroom. She had awakened a few moments earlier; she had reached out for Steve and had found him missing. Naturally, she was not too surprised; she had told him he could play with Sally and Rita, and she was really almost too pooped to pop at the moment.
That Carl is an animal, she thought, deliciously. He fucked me and fucked me; he pumped three big loads into my cunt, and I went off oodles of times! I like Steve, but I have to have Carl again, and soon! New prick is delightful!
She wondered how Steve had got Sally and Rita to come together. The chorus of yells from mother and daughter told all too clearly what had just happened. Maybe she could use a nice morning-after fuck. Maybe she could join Sally and Rita and have a wild, wild orgy! Why not? She was paying the bills.
Pussy twitching, Ellen knocked on the door. She had brushed her teeth and perfumed her tits and cunt; she had showered the night before and wore one of her sexy new nighties. "This is Ellen," she said.
"Come in," Sally called.
Ellen opened the door, heart thumping. Rita, totally naked, was just crawling out of Steve's lap; his big, hard cock was shiny-wet, and obviously it had just slipped out of the young blonde's cunt. How sexy! Sally rested in a deep chair at Steve's right, her thighs far apart, her tits enormously swollen. How big they were!
"Why don't we all have a party?" Ellen laughed, excitedly. I guess I had this in mind when I asked them to come here and live, she thought, shivering. Ohhh, what an old scheming bitch I am! Every broad should have at least one good orgy before she gets too old to fuck!
"Sounds real swingy!" Rita giggled, walking to the bed. "I just had my first real fuck!"
"Oh, you awful young sexy thing!" Ellen laughed, closing the door.
Sally resented Ellen's intrusion, although she had expected it. Ellen had Steve all the time; why should she horn in now; All those "nice" mannerisms of hers were just a front. The real reason for inviting Sally and Rita into her house was becoming graphically apparent. She wants a foursome, but I guess I can't object.
"How do we do it?" Rita giggled.
"Let me just watch a while," Ellen said, drawing her nightie over her head. "I want to get turned on real high!"
"This is going to be fun!" Rita cackled. "It's Sally's turn, really."
Sally shivered, staring at Steve's huge, sexy pole. She was sure he hadn't gushed a load, yet. She wanted it, she simply craved it, she would do anything to get it!
"That's fine with me," she murmured, leaving the chair.
"Tell you what," Steve laughed. "I'll get on the bed and you and Rita take turns topping it."
"Oh, Steve, you can do better than that!" Ellen laughed, sinking into a chair. "Let Sally top it and you suck Rita's pussy...."
Rita clapped her hands, bursting into a sexy laugh. "I'll go for that!"
Sally watched Steve crawl on the bed and settle himself. His prick drew her like an irresistible magnet. She moved quickly into position above him, on all fours. Her drippy cunt ached for cockmeat.
"What about me?" Rita laughed.
"Well, hang onto the head of the bed and bring your cunt down to his mouth, honey," Ellen tittered.
"Heavy!" Rita giggled. "He sucked my pussy out in the pool and I had a good one!"
Ellen spread her legs and settled herself in the chair for a wild, kicky time. By the time Mom and daughter had their next slice of party fun, she would be all steamed up for her piece of cock.
Poor Sally was so eager! Her legs opened, her butt curved down, and she brought her opened cunt against the knob of his virile shaft. She was panting and shaking.
Giggling, Rita jumped on the bed, standing with her legs apart, right over Steve's face. Looking up at a young, fresh cunt should be very stimulating! Leave it to the young ones to be utterly uninhibited.
How old-fashioned I've been, Ellen thought. I didn't top-ride his prick until just the other day! When I get good and hot I think I'll have him suck my cunt while I gobble his prick! I've been missing far too much. I can swing as far out as the next old broad!
On the next party Toni and I are going to swap studs. Carl should like Sally and Rita. I know he likes my cunt. Ohhhh, sexy!
CHAPTER TEN
Steve pushed his tongue into the dewy young cunt spread above his face and felt the hot, luscious grip of Sally's cunt around his prick.
"Ohhhh!" Rita cried, shivering.
"OHHH!" Sally moaned, driving his cockhead up into the steaming depths of her sugar-hole. Old and young, mother and daughter, teaming up to give him his jollies. Ellen, leaving her chair, stood close to the bed, watching the action. Sure, she was a fair fuck; she would get better, probably, now that she was losing her ridiculous shyness, but Sally and Rita had it, man.
He reached out and cradled Sally's tits in his hands. The silky-hot tautness of her peaks and nipples helped stir the fierce come-hunger in his loins. They were more than "far out", they were cones of vibrant flesh, and every time he tweaked a nipple, her cunt twitched delectably.
That unabashed thrusting of her hips was just as provocative as before, but she was slowing her attack now. She was resting between bursts of ass-jabs. She was going to prolong it, drag out the pleasure. The snug coiling of her twat around his pole, when she paused, panting her delight, filled him with rich gratitude.
Now he licked Rita's cute, juicy hole, tasting the fresh cunt, rolling his tongue-tip across the tiny clit, dipping his tongue-wick deep in slow glides.
"Ohhhh, God!" she cried, shuddering.
"Make her come, honey!" Ellen cried, shrilly. Out of the comer of his eye, he could see Ellen gripping her cunt in her right hand; the scene was firing her furnace, big. Right now she should have a dildo; he had only one mouth and one prick. The juice from her cunt was oozing out around her fingers, her hips were moving back and forth.
But suddenly his senses focused on Sally; she was bringing her ass away up, then socking it down, then rotating on the meat. The shivers of her twat were almost as delicious as when she fired her cannon, but she was building up to that, carefully. Fuck, fuck, jiggle, jiggle. Wait. Her heavy, uneven breathing added to his pleasure.
She enjoyed prick more than anyone he had ever stabbed. When she came all the way down her expanded cunt-lips caressed his drawn-up balls, laving them with fun-juice. When she shivered, her cunt shivered dramatically.
I saved this big morning-after load for you, baby, he thought. Ride it, ride it! Jesus, my nuts are going to fly apart!
"OHH-OHHH!" she cried, shrilly. He wished he could encourage her with words, but his mouth was busy with Rita's shivery young twat. Dive, dive, away up into the fluttery cunt. She wasn't going to be able to wait for it, like mother. She would learn that at a later time.
Now he gripped her slender ass-flesh and fastened his mouth to her cunt and gave her the fast, come-plunges. He felt her shivers of mounting delight, her slender body writhed, she moaned fiercely. Suddenly her thrills broke like a twanging string; her dewy hole shook against his lips, her clit enlarged.
"OHHH-I'm coming!" she wailed. "OHHH, God! Uh, uh, uh, uh-OHHHH!"
Her shriek triggered a response from Sally. The long, sensuous strokes quickened, he felt her cunt tighten, and then the pulsing, beating wham of her fun-shots squeezed his prick; the delicious, hard, tightening convulsions of her cunt sucked the hot semen from his fun-sac. It came tearing and ripping along his shaft, bursting from his throbbing cockhead, spurt after stinging spurt.
"OHHHH-OWWWW!" Sally shouted, wildly. Her spasming cunt seemed to chew his meat, sucking and throbbing; convulsive waves of delight rocked his crotch, shooting down his legs, across his pelvis and again and again out to the head of his prick. He was firing a whole cupful of come into her churning cunt. He groaned his delight while the whamming of her gun slowly diminished, ending with juicy slow shivers.
Rita lifted away; she tottered off the bed and fell into a chair, legs sprawled apart, her hips still hunching. An utterly delightful vision of young cunt savoring the after-twitches. She loved that tongue in her pussy; she was delightful table stuff, almost too dainty to fuck, but she had taken his cock; she loved that, too.
"Ohhh, my turn now!" Ellen cried, as Sally softened above him, resting her big, hard tits on his chest. He pulled her head around and whispered in her ear.
"I want to talk to you later, Sally. You're the tops, baby. You and Rita, both...."
She shivered, her cunt shivered. "Yes, yes!" she breathed. She gave his prick one last squeeze, pushed her big tits hard on his chest, then lifted off. He could tell she would like to keep his meat up in there, snug and slick, but Ellen wanted her morning fun-fun shot.
With come dripping from her cunt, Sally walked to the bathroom. Immediately Ellen scooted onto the bed.
"You going to top it, too?" Rita asked, laughing.
In the bathroom, Sally dropped onto the toilet, feeling the sexy leak of Steve's come as it oozed from her shivery, swollen cunt.
He saved his juice for me, she thought, happily. Ohhh, what a load he squirted! He likes me, he likes Rita. Ohhh, if we could just have him all the time ... I never knew what a come was until he fucked me! Now it's Ellen's turn. Boss lady wants her prick. Oh, I'm jealous, I hope he doesn't give her a squirt!
She didn't want to "join in" with Ellen. Rita, yes. She could orgy any old way with her daughter. There were lots of ways to go they hadn't tried yet!
I wonder what he wants to talk to me about? Can I dare hope--?
When she left the bathroom, her pussy swabbed, she saw Steve in the saddle of Ellen's thighs, poking away at her lifted cunt. The slow slide of his big, hard tube sent waves of envy through Sally's crotch.
"Boy, can he fuck!" Rita giggled, leaning forward, watching avidly.
Sally shuddered, dropping into a chair that faced the bed. Ohhh, the agony of it, watching him screw his wife. Ellen was already whimpering and bucking up, shaking the bed. Every time he sucked a nipple, Sally's cunt twitched. Every time his cock flashed out, away out, before plunging into the juicy hole, Sally shivered.
He was an artist with his prick! Between thrusts he nuzzled Ellen's bulging tits; then when he came down, and in, he finished with short, jabbing drives that made Ellen's ass shake and her arms jerk.
"Come, come, honey!" he urged, pausing again.
"Yes!" Rita cried. "Hurry up and come, Ellen!"
Ellen was having her problems; she had decided that she could let herself be screwed in front of Rita and Sally, but somehow she wasn't building the right amount of erotic tension for an explosive climax. She loved his hot jabbing glides in her cunt, but maybe Carl had banged her too many times the night before!
"Fuck me faster, honey!" she panted, as Steve rested again.
"Pull your legs back farther," he muttered.
She seized her thighs, behind her knees, and doubled up, the way she generally did when he poured the prick to her. Ohhh, that was better! He was hitting her deeper and faster.
"Ohhhh-OHHH!" she whimpered, teetering on the rim of her come-fun. "Jab me hard!"
He bucked into a series of short strokes. Her cunt fluttered, the flutters quickened, her tits puffed up, she moaned with achy anticipation. Suddenly the beating thrills gripped her crotch, she was making it, making it, ohhhh-COMING!
"She's coming now!" Rita cried. "Fuck her good, Steve!"
While the bed shook and Steve gored Ellen's twat with goaty vigor, Sally gripped her steaming cunt and hunched on her hand.
"OHHH-my goodness!" Ellen shouted, vibrating all over.
Sally closed her eyes and imagined that Steve was pouring another gush of hot come into her box. Her passion broke and heaven came pulsing through her loins, again, again, and again! The cock-ache had never been sharper. But she was coming, anyway. Ellen's bleats of rapture pulled more throbs from Sally's cunt. She rode up on her hand, gasping and panting her pleasure.
"Don't you think this is a sexier idea, Ellen?" Toni asked. "A big party so the boys can get acquainted with the new girls?"
Two days had passed since Toni had gone wild on Steve's prick, and he hadn't called her, as he had promised.
"Yes, this is swingy," Ellen answered, sipping a cold martini. "Your pool parties are fun."
"You liked the last one," Toni laughed. "Carl told me you were a pretty hot screw!"
Ellen giggled like a schoolgirl. Her bikini was stretched attractively over her cunt and big, rounded titties. Toni reminded herself that she still wanted some of that, and tonight might be the night. Carl and Steve might be busy sampling the delights offered by the swap. Steve would get a crack at Alice and Debbie, and Carl could swing with Sally and Rita.
Anyway, the drinks were flowing, the music was playing, and it was a warm, balmy evening, ideal for games and sex. Toni had several provocative ideas, if everyone was agreeable. A big bash. Six dames and two young, hard-pricked studs. If things turned dull, the colored maid might like to join the festivities. In fact, Debra had suggested that she put on a "show", whatever that might mean; Toni was sure it would be sensual.
"I like your bikini, baby," Carl said to Sally. They were dancing in the shadows at the rim of the patio. She was flattered, she liked the feel of his slender young body pushing close to hers, but she couldn't keep her eyes away from Steve. He was dancing with Alice Allison, the plushy redhead. Rita and Debbie were near the portable bar, giggling and drinking gin and tonics. The way that rich, leggy Toni Ender was looking at Ellen, one would think that the two married broads had something going.
"Looks like you're going to have to spread your talents around tonight," Sally answered.
Carl chuckled. He pushed his chest hard against her titties, his arm tightened around her bare waist.
"Yeah, Steve and I are going to be busy. If everybody swings."
"I can tell you're a swinger, honey," Sally giggled. "I thought you'd dance with Rita first."
"Dames your age have more to give, baby," he laughed. He was very cocky, very sure of himself. His right hand came up between them; he worked his fingers around one of her covered titties.
Sally felt her passion rising. Since the party with Ellen and Rita and himself and Steve, Ellen had been claiming her wifely priorities. When Sally had made up Ellen's bed that morning, the evidence was all there; a towel under one pillow all crinkly with his come and her pussy-juice; he had fucked her sometime in the night.
She had tried to think of some excuse for not attending this big "swap" party, but Steve would be there, and maybe she could lure him into a bed, or out on the lawn, or anywhere.
Steve had talked to Sally in private, as he had promised, the last time he had screwed her. He had a plan. It was very daring; for his sake, she had objected, at first. But the more she thought about it the better she liked it. Rita would go along; she was nuts about Steve.
In just a few days she would know. Her cunt fluttered with voluptuous anticipation.
"What's the matter, baby?" Carl asked, kneading her breast.
I wish Steve was playing with my tits, she thought, before answering.
"Nothing, honey," she laughed. The party laugh, of course. She didn't want to make anyone suspicious. And she did need prick! Steve might drop his plan. He would be a fool, really....
He wants to leave town with Rita and me! she thought, shivering. He wants to stop being a gigolo. He wants to work for his living. Rita and I would keep house; we could find jobs, too. Ohhhh, I hope it happens! I'll just die if it doesn't! I'm sick of taking Ellen's handouts, too. She's very generous, but she comes first. I'm sure Rita and I can give him all the loving and fucking he needs!
If it did happen, Ellen would raise all kinds of hell. But she couldn't force Steve to live with her if he didn't want to. She could buy herself another young stud.
Steve wanted to go to college in the Fall. She, Sally, couldn't deny him that opportunity; if he stayed with Ellen there would be no money problems.
Oh, hell! I'd do anything to help him! she thought. Anything!
"Think you need more to drink, baby," Carl said, dropping his hand from her bikini halter.
"I'll turn on soon, honey."
Steve enjoyed the plump resilience of Alice's rounded body. He was caressing her ass, nibbling at her opened lips. She didn't have it the way Sally had it, though. He was pleased when he saw Carl leading her back to the bar. They weren't hitting it off too well.
I hope she doesn't fuck him tonight, Steve thought. Or Rita, either. They're terrific! When I bounced Ellen last night I imagined I was pouring it to Sally. She's got a cunt that just won't quit! And in a few years Rita will be as good as her mother.
He had airmailed a letter to an uncle in San Francisco requesting a loan. It if came, and if Sally and Rita were willing to cut out, they could all leave Portland and settle someplace else. Ellen would crap her panties, she might cause trouble, but he had his mind made up. The deal with Ellen, being her husband, was beginning to gripe his butt. She was more demanding, she expected him to fuck oftener; she liked it more, all the time. Now she was swapping him off on Toni and two of her friends.
It was one hell of an idea, really. Most young guys would go for it, cock, balls and all. But no matter how you turned it, he was still a fucking gigolo. A remittance man. Ellen was tight with her loot; he didn't get half the spending money that Toni gave Carl. Just as well. This gave him another excuse for cutting the fuck-string. Ellen could perfect her top-riding on some other prick. Maybe Carl could handle Ellen and Toni and still have juice to spare for Alice and Debbie.
"Ohhh, that feels good, honey!" Alice murmured, snaking her tongue into his mouth. His right hand was pressing her bikini panty at the crotch. She would be a very pneumatic ride. He swerved his mouth away.
"That pussy feels good and soft," he said.
"You're making it hot and juicy, honey!" she giggled. The wise, party fuck-talk. Orgy, orgy. Her hand slid down to his swim trunks, fondling his half-hard-on. Before they could do much else, Toni called out.
"Game time, kiddies!"
He gave her cunt a farewell squeeze, she giggled, and then they were walking toward the bar.
"What's the game, Toni?" Debbie trilled.
"This one is called 'Feeling in the Dark'," Toni laughed. "See this open space here? Well, I've painted it with stuff that shines in the dark. We gals will line up along it, I'll cut the lights, and the boys can work along the line until they want to play some other kind of game. Sound like fun?"
"Great!" Carl laughed. The others joined in.
"Do we take off our bikinis?" Ellen cackled.
"Make it as handy for the boys as you want to," Toni laughed. "Okay, line up, you broads."
Ellen was first in the lineup, Sally noticed. Toni moved to a post where a light switch rested. She doused the glimmer. Shivering, Sally found a place at the end; a very faint glow from a nearby street light gave enough illumination so that there was no stumbling. There was plenty of giggling and much laughter, however. Sally hoped Steve would find her first and give her cunt a good teasing. A few touches from him and she was ready to thrill, thrill, thrill!
Faint movement at the far end of the line and a thrill giggle from Debbie indicated one of the boys was getting a handful of pussy or tit. Suddenly Sally felt a knowing hand glide across her titties; she saw the silhouette in front of her, she recognized Steve, and she quickly unfastened her halter.
"I couldn't miss these beauties, Sally," he breathed in her ear. A sweet oozing of juice from her cunt, as he toyed with her tender nipples, sent delicious stings of pleasure through her pelvis. "Save it for me, later, will you?"
"Yes, yes," she whispered. She reached eagerly for his crotch; his prick was out of his trunks. She closed her fingers around it, shuddering. Her breasts were swelling, swelling....
"About my turn, isn't it?" a voice chirped, at Sally's right. Sounded like Alice.
Steve gave Sally's breasts a final sensuous caress, she released his prick, and then he was gone. The awful ache for him, in cunt and tits, was almost too much! But he wanted her later; she would save it for him, every bit of it!
Toni, having already made sure of Ellen's position, at the far end of the line, circled around and sneaked up behind her. Carl, or Steve, was still busy with Debbie, farther along the lineup.
"It's me, honey," Toni whispered in Ellen's ear. Ellen started, but as Toni began coasting her fingers along the soft belly, up to the breasts, Ellen shivered, responding.
This is my chance! Toni thought, victoriously. I'll get a finger in her cunt, and show her what a clever old broad can do for her. I need more than a change of prick, I need a new pussy!
The tingles Steve had given her had shaken her too deeply; she had to keep her cool, she wouldn't be a slave to any man. That was ridiculous.
She glided her hand down to Ellen's bikini patch; she pressed and played and worked her fingers inside.
"Ohhhh-OH!" Ellen panted. "You shouldn't-"
Piss, you love it, Toni thought, wiggling a finger into Ellen's moistened cunt.
More cackles of womanly laughter covered any noises the two made. Ellen was hunching on Toni's finger, her ass shaking, thighs spreading.
Suddenly a manly shadow appeared in front of Ellen. Toni hastily pulled her finger out of the squirmy pudding and ducked into deeper darkness. She crawled around to the other end of the line.
I got it all slicked up for one of the studs, Toni thought. I think it was Carl. He likes her, she must have given him a real, hot fucking. Sometime we'll have a threesome, Ellen and Carl and me. Fun! Carl and I can take turns getting her gun off....
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Carl knew immediately he had his hand on Ellen's cunt. The bikini panty was pushed away, and her bush was wet. Had Steve been over here finger-fucking his own wife? Well, in the dark it was kind of hard to tell. In her old-fashioned way, Ellen was a great fuck; he had poured load after load into her eager cunt on the first party, swap style. Now these married broads were swapping their "helpers".
"Feels pretty slick, Ellen," he murmured, diving a finger in the hot pudding.
"Oh, Carl!" she gasped. "I hope that was you! Take me out on the lawn right now, please!"
He hesitated. He wanted a crack at that cute blonde, Rita. Very fancy stuff. But the evening was young, and he needed a fuck right now. The young ones took more time.
"Be right back," he murmured, giving her a few promising pokes in the cunt. He could see better now.
Spotting Rita's blonde head, he moved toward her. Shit! She and somebody that looked like Sally were standing close to Steve, and he was playing tit and cunt games with both of them. Debbie and Alice weren't around. Maybe they were playing with each other! He remembered how Alice had enjoyed diving her tongue in Debbie's pussy. The "line" was all broken to hell. He couldn't see Toni, either. Screw her. He didn't feel like spending any time with his wife!
He returned to Ellen and pulled her across the patio, toward the darker shadow of a lawn swing. She was naked, now, ready for the nitty-gritty. They sat down and she reached for his rigid prick. His right hand returned to her twat. For the "game" he had removed his swim trunks. Who the hell cared?
Ellen spread-eagled her thighs and lifted her twat high for his fingers.
"Ohhhh-it won't take much, honey!" she cried, softly.
A slender shadow appeared at the end of the lawn swing. "Mind if I join you two?" Toni asked.
Ellen gasped, then giggled. "It's all right with me!"
Carl couldn't object; Toni held the fucking purse-strings.
"Hell, it might be better," he said, continuing to jab a finger in Ellen's cunt. She was shaking and coming up on it, "Carl, honey, why don't you play with her titties and suck them and I'll see what I can do with her cunt, huh?" Toni dropped to her knees in front of Ellen.
"Ohhhh!" Ellen gasped. "Toni! Don't-"
A wail of girlish pleasure came from out on the shadowy lawn. It sounded like Debbie's cry.
Wonder who's getting her gun off? Carl asked himself, rankled at this turn of events. He was surprised at Toni; he had no idea she was a gash hound. But she was bringing her head in between Ellen's thighs and sliding her hands under Ellen's ass.
And Steve. He was a damned fool, playing with stuff he could get every day. Or maybe Ellen didn't give him a chance very often with Sally and Rita. Ellen loved her cock. Did she also like to have her cunt sucked by another old broad?
"Toni, please-!" Ellen protested. But suddenly she was curving her cunt forward and Toni was sucking it. Carl fiddled with Ellen's swelling tits; she groped for his prick, found it, and fondled it. Carl wished he could see better. It was obvious, though, that this wasn't the first twat Toni had gobbled. Was that why she turned on so slowly with a young stud? Was the Lesbian streak in her too strong?
He suddenly wished the colored maid would show up. There was a wild piece of ass, man. If the boss lady wasn't right beside him, be damned if he wouldn't slip up to Debra's apartment.
Ellen was about to get her gun. She was moaning and shaking, her tits stiffening. The lawn swing began to rock. Toni was really lapping that cunt. The way she was crouched, with her bare ass lifted, gave him the idea. He left the swing, pulling Ellen's hand from his pole, and moved around behind Toni. He dropped into a crouch, gripping her slender hips in his hand. She muttered something into Ellen's cunt that sounded like, "Go ahead, honey."
A cunt was a cunt, even on his wife. He brought his cockhead against her puss, and discovered that it was juicy and swollen. Good. Maybe sucking cunt was the thing Toni needed to turn on big!
He wormed his knob into her hole. He felt her shudder. Ellen was kicking her legs and moaning up one hell of a storm. He pushed a few inches of hard meat into Toni's cunt. She tipped her ass backward, upward. If she liked it dog-fashion, why the hell didn't she say so? You never knew what really made any cunt tick. Different moods on different days.
He bulled a stroke deep into her box. Not bad! He wasn't used to fucking her, actually. He was used to playing her into a come, like a small girl. Her vagina was twitching around his tool. Amazing! They would have to invite Ellen over oftener, alone. Popping Debbie and Alice would be okay for variety.
Feeling Toni's cunt liven around his slowly driving prick, Carl stroked faster. Almost like having a new broad! Ellen was going to make it first, though. Her whimpers of delight were closer together. Experienced Toni was dallying with it, now. Suck suck suck, then a pause. He slowed his fuck-punches. He could break a load about any time, now.
"OHHHH-please!" Ellen wailed. "Make me come!"
Toni's mouth closed on the eager cunt again. Carl bored three more strokes deep into Toni's shivery box. She weaved her ass and tipped it even higher. He felt a delightful series of cunty flutters around his meat.
"Ohhh-ohhhh-my goodness!" Ellen cried, her legs jerking. "Here it comes, now!"
Toni's vagina suddenly spasmed around his cock, he gored her cunt with his short strokes, his cockhead swelled, the tracers of fuck-joy shot up his legs, across his nuts and excruciatingly out to the head of his prick. Ellen screamed, Toni's head bobbed, her cunt jerked deliciously, and he poured his party load, roaring, into his own wife's pussy. He grunted his pleasure, jabbing until his nuts stopped aching, jabbed until Toni's twat went through its come-shot shivers. Not bad, not bad at all!
"Let's get out of here," Steve whispered to Sally.
"Can I go, too?" Rita asked.
"Hell, yes, sweetie. Come on."
Moments later, bikinis back in place and beach robes on, the girls were in Ellen's sedan and Steve was tooling it out of Toni's driveway.
Sally, seated next to Steve, breathed in his ear. "I'm still saving it for you, honey."
He chuckled. "I guess Carl has all he can handle."
"I don't like him!" Rita exclaimed. "Won't Ellen be mad, us leaving like this?"
"Hell with it," Steve muttered. He reached over and touched Rita's thighs, then brushed his fingers across Sally's legs. "I've got what I want, right here. Right?"
"Right!" they laughed, almost in unison.
Sally noticed he wasn't driving in the direction of Ellen's house.
"Honey, where are we going?" Sally asked, dreamy with sensual anticipation.
"What about a luxury motel, girls?"
"Oh, far out!" Rita giggled.
"I want it far in!" Sally laughed.
Steve dropped his right hand between her thighs. He squeezed the yielding flesh. Sally shuddered, opening for his caresses. Ellen couldn't interrupt them, now. She would probably kick them all out tomorrow, but having Steve, sharing him with Rita, would be worth it! He had so much to give! And, best of all, he wanted something lasting and permanent with mother and daughter; he was willing to give up a life of indolent ease to get it. He's a man, not a gigolo. I hope he fucks us all night and all day tomorrow!
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Go ahead, honey," Sally exclaimed, smiling down at Rita, who was on her knees between Steve's opened legs. "Take his prick in your mouth!"
Sally had no complaints at all; she was sitting on the edge of the motel bed at Steve's left, and he was playing with her arched-out, aching breasts. Robes and bikinis were gone; all three were naked. The lights were down low, a radio played soothing music.
"Ohhh, I never did!" Rita cried, her pretty face deeply flushed. Her pink nipples were sharply spiked.
"We have to give our man plenty of sexy thrills, honey!" Sally laughed. Steve's big, rigid prick, which had just barely entered Rita's cunt before, seemed larger than ever! Ohhh, what a gorgeous shaft of meat! What a young handsome fellow! Ellen had bought him, but she wasn't going to keep him. Ohhh, it was too much!
"Slide your titties around on it first, if you like," Steve suggested.
"Ohhh, that's real sexy!" Rita cried, happily. Sally watched Steve's fingers on her swollen breasts, sliding underneath, around on top, and quick, sweet tremors shot down to her stinging, dripping cunt. The break in the action, after Steve had already fondled her body there on the patio, had put a hard ache in her crotch. She was shiveringly close to an orgasm, she was dizzy, sex-dizzy. Her conical mounds stuck out at least a foot! It was amazing how Steve could make them swell and grow in size! The tender peaks and puffed nipples had never been bigger!
I want that huge shaft in my cunt right now! she thought, wildly. But he's going to make me scream for it. Just before we left the car he told me he was going to make me come about ten times! I hope I don't faint!
Steve began to tease her tender nipples, kissing her below the ear. Rita leaned her body forward; she curved her firm titties out and started drawing her young, pink tit-flesh across his drippy glans.
Sally's passion rose tremblingly to a gaspy, cunt-fluttering crest. She had waited and waited for this; the gin and bikinis and feels in the dark accumulated in her senses; a violent shudder passed along her body, her hips swung upward, her tits, in Steve's hand, trembled and swelled even more!
"OHHHH-I'm COMING!" she shouted. "OHH, ohh, ohhh-"
"That's the way, sweet," Steve urged. "Tell me how good it is!"
His voice faded in her ears as a flood of honeyed wrenchings seized her crotch, quick juicy beats that radiated to every zone of her body. The vision of Rita's soft flesh pressing on his rigid prick seemed to make her fun-come all the sweeter!
"I'm coming big!" she yelled, fiercely.
She flopped backward on the bed, tits jiggling, legs kicking. She raced up the slope of throbbing joy and tumbled into a trough of slutty, banging completion. Throb, throb, throb went her cunt, as though his prick was diving in it! Ohhhh, a tit-come could be so utterly delicious!
While Sally moaned and trembled through her thing, Steve gave his full attention to young, fresh, sexy Rita. She was tit-rubbing his cock like a veteran, panting, shaking, her fingers tight around the base of his shaft. The hot touch of her puffed nipples on his cockflesh brought more juice from his hole.
He had to pace himself, though. No premature blasts tonight; he had to make every fuck-shot count.
"Try sucking it now, cutie," he urged.
Her mother's abandoned, hip-humping climax had fired Rita's passion; her blue eyes were glassy with lust. She lifted her head and opened her lips.
The soft, warm touch of her eager mouth gave him a tremendous charge. As her lips closed around his glans, his foreskin peeled back. Great! Now the big apricot was in her hungry mouth; he felt her tongue explore it.
"Up and down, cutie," he murmured.
She moaned loudly, breathing fast through her nose. If she had truly never sucked a prick before, she was learning fast. Her fingers bladed into his legs, her blonde head commenced to bob, slowly. Hot Jesus! What she lacked in experience she made up for with eager enthusiasm.
He reached down and cupped a dainty tittie in each hand. Mother and daughter both had sensitive breasts. Rita moaned again, her pretty face twisted, her slender body trembled. The sweet arching of her tits in his hands, the extra tautness of her small nipples, communicated the sensual story.
"Come, sweetie, come hard!" he breathed.
Quick shudders gripped her body; she sucked harder on his cock, and suddenly, as the ripples of her come-off seized her, she fell backward onto the carpet, her hips hunching, hunching.
"OHHH-OHHH-God!" she wailed. "I'm coming too!"
The view of her dewy cunt nestled between her slender, shaking thighs was provocatively sensual. His urge to bury his face in it was too strong to overcome.
He leaned forward and lifted her to the bed, beside Sally. He placed her ass where the mother's was, at the edge of the pad. She was still trembling, enjoying her cock-in-mouth shudders.
"Ohhh, you're so strong, honey!" she panted, staring up at him dreamily. "What're you going to do to us now?"
"I'm going to look at those two nice cunts and think about it a while," he said, smiling.
"Ohhh, you're mean!" Sally laughed.
"We don't want to rush this, girls," he teased. He flexed his rigid prick. But his hunger for Rita's fresh, young cunt was too strong. He pushed his tongue out and dropped to his knees between the blonde's out-flung thighs. She loved that tongue in her cunt; she raised her ass invitingly.
"Ohhh, eat mine, too!" Sally pleaded.
"I'll take turns," he said, sliding his hands under Rita's soft, slender bottom. He had neglected to dive his tongue into the mother's box; he had been too busy fucking her or letting her gobble his meat. Those thick lips of hers were fantastic when she closed them around his shaft. Well, they had plenty of time to try everything, and Ellen wouldn't be nosing into the play, either.
Drawing Rita's slickened, expanded cunt higher, he dragged his tongue along her slender crevice.
"Ohhhh!" she cried, shivering. Orange-blossom sweet, tender table pussy. He lapped it and sipped the fragrant cunt juices. He found her clit with his tongue tip and stroked.
"OHHH, Steve!" she panted. The feel of her soft thigh-flesh on his ears and face hiked his passion. He had never tasted such a sugary, trembly young cunt.
Sally, in a fever of anticipation for her very first cunt-eating, sat up and watched avidly. Ohhh, how he could gobble pussy! The flick of his tongue all along the opened, swollen twat made Sally's cunt burn with need.
"Ohhh-make me COME!" Rita gasped, shuddering.
His mouth lifted from the blonde-bushed, pink-lipped hole. He looked at Sally.
"Don't you want it now, sugar?"
"Ohhh, make her come, first!" Sally panted. "I'll try to wait...."
She saw his hands kneading Rita's ass; her legs jerked, her breasts arched, and his tongue dived into the eager hole. His mouth fastened to the young, fresh cunt; Rita wailed, her body arched and Sally could almost feel the cunty throbbings as her daughter kicked her legs and sailed into her tongue-come.
Sally fell back on the bed, her cunt almost screaming for prick-or tongue! Rita's loud whimpers, her shakes and kicks, the sexy arch of her young, hard tits, soared Sally into a thrall she had never known, even when Steve had fucked her that first time. She was crazy for stabbing! She was dying for come-juice, the jam of hard cock in her slutty slot.
"Hurry and eat me, honey!" she cried, feverishly. "I'm about to EXPLODE!"
Suddenly, it was happening. Steve drew away from Rita, while she was still quivering and clutching at her titties, ass writhing, and before she realized it his legs were spread above her face, his exotic phallus was aimed at her mouth, and his head was dropping between her opened thighs.
A sixty-nine! He did love the way she sucked prick, her mouth had been watering for cock every since the start of the evening, and now she was going to get that wonderful knob in her throat again! Fucking was dreamy, but so was sucking.
She moaned her joy, her mouth opened and then her sensitive, swollen lips were laving his hard, red knob. At the same sweet instant a hot lance wiggled into her steaming, aching cunt! What a heavenly sensation! What a kicky thrill! Honey-dipped shivers raced the length of her vaginal tube, the excruciating peak of sensation began to arrive in stinging, flaming waves.
Poke, poke poke went his hot dagger into her shivering cunt. Her tits stuck up so high they touched his belly. The cunty waves of joy rolled higher, higher, pulling delight from her thighs and tits and arms and even her asshole!
He was gobbling her cunt, he was teasing it and playing with it. Ohhhh, how could she wait any longer? The suspense was almost killing her! He knew how to draw her right to the brink of her orgasm and then let the erotic suspense fan dreamy darts through her whole body. She couldn't cry out now; her mouth was filled with vibrant cockmeat!
Make me come this time! she wanted to shout. I love his tongue in my cunt, I adore it, but I have to go off or I'll pass out!
Steve realized he was going to squirt. Sally not only had the hottest cunt he had ever encountered, but she also had the hottest mouth. Jeeesus, how she loved to gnaw a cock! Her lips were alive around his shaft. Her eager moans, when he lifted her to the edge of her come-off, the exotic last of her tongue on his knob, the quake and flutter of her whole pelvis, even the wiggle of her nipples on his belly, began to pull the long-awaited juice from his fun-sac.
He had already discovered that his orgasm came slower and with more tantalizing suspense when he didn't stroke. Took some practice and control, but the rewards were delicious. So he let Sally do the stroking with her mouth and tongue. Ahhh, the stings were drawing up his legs, his ears buzzed, he got that floating sensation that happened when a dame charged him very high. Then the excruciating pulling and tugging of his come-joy, through the crotch and achingly out the shaft to the swelling knob. Jeeesus, it was a dandy!
The first hot spurts damned near tore the top of his head off. Sally was feeling the throb of his knob, feeling the gush of his come, because she moaned fiercely, her cunt twitched, her thighs quivered and suddenly a circus of delight seemed to grip her pelvis; her belly heaved, her tits pushed higher, her legs came back, her ass shook. As he drove his tongue deep, he felt the squirmy spasming of her vagina, throb after quick throb, after fast-fast throb! She was sucking the flaming come from away down around his asshole; she was groaning and moaning; her cunt lips fluttered as her mouth-lips quivered. Man, she went off all over!
When her mouth and pussy stopped trembling, he pulled away and rolled onto his back, more come oozing from his still-stinging knob. He became aware of Rita now; she was perched at the head of the bed, legs apart, her moistened cunt pointed at him.
"Boy, that was something!" she cried, wiggling her butt.
"Ohhh, I almost passed out!" Sally breathed, her body limp. "That tongue made me come awfully hard, honey!"
"See what you've been missing, Sally?" Rita giggled.
Steve slid off the bed, feeling slightly dizzy, and found a smoke in the pocket of his robe. He fell into a chair. His prick still was hard, but it needed a rest. He hadn't had such a satisfactory orgasm since he had fucked Sally the last time. And that pleasant chore wasn't too far distant. The view of her opened, mouth-juiced cunt was very cock-stiffening.
Sally relaxed in slutty, cunt-fluttering delight. She adored the taste of Steve's come, she had swallowed every drop she could suck from his hole. How horribly, utterly sexy!
"Oh, Steve!" she breathed, lifting her head and gazing longingly at his staff of pleasure. "I never had it quite so good!"
"Oh, Mom!" Rita laughed. "He hasn't even slipped that big thing in you, yet!"
All three joined in the merriment that followed.
A few moments later Steve was resting on his back, Sally at his right, Rita on his left. He had a hot pussy in each hand.
"Oh, can I top-ride it now?" Rita giggled, twitching her rump.
"Don't be so eager, Rita," Sally murmured, as a finger slipped sweetly, slowly into her shivering cunt.
"It's all right with me," Steve chuckled. "You could always take turns."
"Me first!" Rita cried, excitedly.
"Go ahead, honey," Sally breathed. I can wait a while, she thought, aglow with erotic anticipation.
I know how his prick feels in my twat. Rita's had it only once; she's crazy for more prick. And I do love to watch it squeeze into her tight young pussy. I know I'll have another come, but he promised me ten, and I've got a lot to go, yet!
We'll all go to some new place, a new city, and we'll all work and play and fuck, fuck, fuck! I have some good years left; some women like their screwing until they reach sixty or more! He can have the old stuff and the young stuff. Dreamy, dreamy! Rita can pose as his "wife". I don't care how he works it out as long as I can get my steady pronging!
"OHHHH!" Rita cried. She was astraddle now, her dewy cunt stretching around his big, big knob. Steve's finger was still diving in Sally's cunt; she wormed her ass and purred gratefully.
"It's going in!" Rita panted. "I'm learning how!"
"Don't try to cram too many lessons into one evening," Sally laughed.
"All I want to do right now is cram that nice big thing up in my cunt and go off!" Rita cackled.
Steve chuckled and the girls giggled. Inch after virile inch of huge cock squeezed into Rita's tender, fluttering cunt. Sally's tits were swelling and peaking again.
We stole Ellen's young stud, Sally thought, victoriously. He likes us, he loves the way we turn on and on and come off, off, off and ohhhh, here it comes, now. Bang, wham, boom! Her tits waved and her ass shook. What could possibly be better?
