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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further.
I am not the author. I don't have the talent.
I can only be ... "TheEditor".
The Harlot Seed
By Jeremy Baker
Chapter 1
Regina Abbott felt all shaky inside, tremulous as any
schoolgirl about to leave on her first date. But it wasn't her
first date, and she was far from being a girl any more. She was,
up to now, a respectable married woman thirty five years old, with
children of her own.
Now she was about to take the irrevocable step that would
turn her into a cheating wife. She knew it and Chuck knew it, and
once she screwed Chuck Baker, there was no turning back.
But she wanted to lay the husband of her best friend, she had
to lay Chuck, or go out of her mind. And it was worse because she
knew he wanted her just as passionately, and had, for a long, long
time.
And it wasn't as if she was just any discontented slut, ready
to take on any man who made himself available to her whims and
fancies. Regina loved her own husband, loved him truly and well,
and their sex had always been very good together. But of late,
their love making had been turned into a habit pattern, more a
routine than spontaneous excitement.
Regina drew a deep and steadying breath. She had never been
screwed by another man, not in all her life. She had been a
virgin when she married, she'd never, never cheated on Bill
before. And not yet, she thought, glancing nervously at the
kitchen door. There was still time to give Chuck a call, to back
out of the thing that had been building so intensely between them
for so long.
And yet there was no time at all, for if she didn't make the
move now, she might never get up the nerve again, and Regina
wanted so badly to be fucked by another man, especially by Chuck
Baker. She wanted him with a desire that had built itself into an
obsession; now she was about to gratify that awful yearning.
Regina ran her hands over her hips, smoothing down the
hostess gown she wore for the occasion. It was slinky, and clung
to her tall, willowy body with insinuating folds of translucent
material. Her body was good, she admitted, tall and sleek, and
her breasts stood high. Regina was glad she'd taken such good
care of herself, after having the kids.
Chuck adored her body; he'd whispered that in her ear at the
last party, when he'd taken on enough liquor to break down the
barrier that stood between them--the fact that they were both
married. To which other facts could be added: they both had
teenage children; they were good friends with each other's mates;
they lived right next door to each other.
She jumped when she heard his steps on the back porch, and
swallowed hard. He was here, and suddenly she wanted very much to
run, to hide herself in the rec room--anywhere. Regina was
afraid.
He made it better for her when he slipped quickly through the
kitchen door and closed it behind him. "Regina, you look
beautiful as ever; no--more so, even."
"Th-thank you," she murmured, and felt the flush of her face,
the tingles that raced over her skin at the sight and the nearness
of him.
Her lover-to-be, Regina thought, and knew the quickening of
her heartbeat, a swiftness of her pulse. She was young as her
daughter just now, eager and excited, the blood racing in her
veins.
Chuck said, "We've waited such a long time, Regina. And it's
not often that both families are gone like this. All afternoon,
darling; we have one whole afternoon to ourselves."
She looked at him, at his dear face and the compelling
maleness of Chuck Baker, his lean and rangy body and the red-brown
hair touched over the temples with grey. His green eyes held
hers, and she dropped her gaze to his strong mouth, to the
moustache there. "We--we'd better not waste any of this precious
time, then:" she said.
He moved toward her, but she drifted away from him, down the
lower hall to the safest place she could find in her own home, the
bedroom of her son. Dale was at the beach with the other kids,
and if by some odd circumstance should come home ahead of the
rest, he always went first to the kitchen and clattered about
there, assuaging his ever-present hunger.
His mother had a hunger of her own now, a burgeoning need
that filled her body and shook her mind, so that her head spun and
her knees went weak. Inside her son's room, she turned
helplessly, her mouth soft and her eyes damp.
"Chuck--here--this room--I--I wish--"
He came to her and folded her close, pulled her against his
hard body. "I know, I know, dear. I wish it could be some magic
mountain top, too. But we don't have the choice, and I'm so glad
for this much."
She felt his organ against her, his breath warm in her ear
and along her throat. Shivering, she thought: another man's
prick; she'd never even seen another one, much less felt it
shoving against her belly like this. So long, she thought; so
very rigid.
His hands were moving over her, sliding and caressing,
knowing the dip of her waist and the small of her back.
Deliciously, she trembled into him, lifting the eagerness of her
mouth, and as his strong lips closed upon hers, Chuck cupped both
her breasts. She gave him her mouth, surrendering completely to
the hot probing of his tongue, realizing the strong clash of his
teeth against her own. Oh, but he was so male, and yet so tender,
his palms mashing her boobs only to allow them to spring up once
more, their nipples hard for the fondling of his fingers.
Oh lord, she thought; her legs were giving way, and she could
only cling desperately to Chuck Baker, shaken and suddenly afraid.
He moved her backward to the bed, her son's bed, and he was gentle
with her there, bending her down and placing her upon the sheet
with care. Regina closed her eyes and bit into her lower lip,
feeling his hands as they unzipped the hostess gown, feeling the
air upon her naked flesh as he peeled the dress back and away to
expose her body.
Regina was shamed; no man had ever seen her like this before,
only her lawful wedded husband. She bit down upon her guilt and
leaped convulsively as Chuck's face found her breasts and nuzzled
there. His hands were on her waist, her belly, and his mouth--oh
lord, the hot wetness of his mouth!--was kissing over the mound of
her tit, then locking suction upon the nipple. She couldn't stand
it. Her hips bucked and her ass twisted, and before Regina
realized what she was doing, her fingers were locked into the
richness of his hair and pulling his mouth harder over her tit.
Chuck groaned into her skin, and suddenly she knew the entire
shape of his prick, the length and the roundness of it against her
hip. Slowly, with little frightened movements, her fingers inched
down to touch it. The head was velvet soft, yet packed with a
threatening kind of strength, and her fingertips trailed
exploringly along the flanged glans, feeling the ridged outline
and the cunning bluntness of its point.
There was a warmth on the tip, an interesting wetness that
slid jelly-like between her fingers, and Regina realized that it
was his pre-seminal fluid. A shock raced through her, and she
quickly withdrew her hand. When her husband was young, he had
gotten that excited, so much so that his cock leaked in urgency.
But that had been quite a while back, and now she was feeling that
slippery fluid from another man!
He was going to--they were about to--shuddering, Regina
breathed deeply and raggedly, her body turned complete traitor to
her mind, betraying all the solid years of wifely duties.
Chuck's hand was moving down her belly, now, and her thighs
opened willingly to receive its caress. He took her mound in
hand, his palm making her labia tingle, his fingers thrilling the
ridge to her ass and the soft inner skin of her thighs, his thumb
probing for the tender hood standing guard to her clitoris.
"Oh darling," he panted, "oh, baby; I knew you would feel
this way, all soft and wonderful. You're so beautiful and so sexy-
-I've envied Bill for years, because he could hold your cunt like
this, and kiss your tits like this--"
She was so needed, so wanted and appreciated; his need made
her more of a woman, made her more giving and adoring. She
stroked his hair and sighed as his finger eased carefully into the
dampened lips of her pussy. A strange probing, this, a different
kind of feeling about, pushing so delicately and lovingly into the
liquid warmth that now was her receptive vagina.
His cock, she thought, was new, his darling cock! Suddenly
and breathtakingly swift, it was nestled, throbbing in her grasp--
Chuck's prick, his love tool, veined and pulsing with his male
hunger. It was heavy and long and solid, and below the shaft were
the balls encased in the softly wrinkled sac and the thick,
springy covering of hair.
This was the prick she desired, the cock that was going to
take the place of her husband's within her pussy. This was the
prick that her best friend had been fucking for years and years,
but now within seconds, Regina was going to also know the richness
of it.
His wife would never know, and neither would her husband.
And it wasn't as if they were depriving someone else of sex; they
weren't. She and Chuck were just--just taking something for
themselves. If that was being greedy or sneaky or whatever anyone
wanted to call it, okay. They'd gone too far to drop it now, even
if they wanted to.
And they didn't. She clutched the powerful meaty rod as he
fingered her cunt, and her ass heaved in anticipation. Pulling
him to her by his joint, Regina urged him to mount her. She
spread her knees and lifted them, and there he was between them,
lowering his body as she tugged insistently at his cock, as she
guided the swollen head of it into the quivering wetness of her
pubic hair.
"Regina," he breathed, "Regina."
And that was all then, because with one strong shove of his
hips, he thrust the length and breadth of his prick up into her
hot body.
"Oooh!" she cried out, impaled upon this strange cock, nailed
by his different, loving prick. It was thick and long, and she
rolled her ass to fit it even more firmly within her sheath,
knowing the pressure of his balls in the crack of her ass. It was
more than good--it was wonderful, thrilling her so deeply,
penetrating to her belly.
Regina wiggled upon it, wrapped her arms around his neck and
drew his face down to hers, meeting his mouth with a violence, a
savagery that surprised them both. Her belly hammered up at his,
and her pubic mound tried to enclose his. Tilting far back, so
that she was on her shoulder blades, Regina hiked up her lower
body.
That way, she could take it all, every fucking inch of the
precious meat, take it clear to the cup of her womb and revel in
the way it filled her clenching pussy. She rocked back and forth
on Chuck's plunging cock, and hooked her heels behind his knees so
she could hang on to him as he fucked.
As they fucked--sweetly and with hunger and long deprivation.
His prick worked in and out of the hot, juicy vagina, and she met
it stroke for stroke, grinding upon it, rubbing her pelvis into
Chuck's, now tearing at the skin of his back, now biting his neck,
his chest.
"Baby," he grunted, panted, "oh baby--you're so hot and tight
and slick! Oh Regina--you beautiful, hot piece of ass!"
She said it into his chest hair: "Fuck me, darling! Oh,
stick that lovely cock away up inside my pussy and fuck me until I
faint. Put it in me hard, Chuck--hard! I'm not fragile and I
won't break, so fuck me hard!"
He picked up the pace, ramming it to her cunt with additional
power, pounding it home and pulling back for more strong lunges
that rocked the bed on its legs and made the head of it bump the
wall. Just as the head of his prick was bumping her womb wall,
and Regina felt the crazy good wondrous feeling burst forth from
her ecstatic clit to spread throughout her heaving, surging pussy,
to flash throughout her belly, her body, her mind.
"Chuck--oh Chuck! I--I'm coming, coming!"
He fed the meat to her steadily and powerfully, cramming it
deep and drawing it out shallow, plunging it balls-deep once more.
Regina shuddered and melted in the throes of her overwhelming
orgasm, hunched convulsively upon the still-hammering cock and
felt her legs sliding down his sweaty back.
Then Chuck stiffened out, his rhythm broken, the long prick
gone still as the head of it expanded. Regina could feel the
glans ballooning, and suddenly she knew the spurting of his come,
the hot, saturating explosion of his semen as it bombed against
her womb and came showering back to flood the trembling walls of
her pussy. So thick, so slippery; so hot and gushy--and it seemed
as if Chuck meant to drown her in his ejaculation, for the creamy
stuff continued to flow.
"Ahh, baby," Chuck sighed, "it feels so great to let my come
go inside your gorgeous cunt. I've wanted to fuck you for a long
time, and now at last I've done it. I don't ever want to stop."
She kissed his throat, his cheek, his mouth. "And I don't
ever want you to stop screwing me, Chuck. It's so terrific, so
wild. My dear, my darling--ooh--when I wiggle this way, your cock
slides around inside me and tickles like crazy."
He stroked it slowly and sweetly within her for a while
longer, then began to lift his weight from her body. She wouldn't
let him go, but held him tightly to her, kept him buried inside
her, and forced him to roll over onto his side.
"I wasn't going to quit," Chuck said. "I just have to catch
my breath. I want to do it all to you, Regina--to fuck you and
eat you and turn you every way but loose."
"Oh, yes," she breathed, "oh yes--let's just do everything."
And then Regina remembered that she didn't know how to do
everything, that she had in actuality led a very sheltered sex
life. Her husband didn't experiment. Bill was strong and mostly
willing and he just loved to do it to her straight, but he had
never even kissed her belly as far down as the navel, and of
course, she'd never dared to suggest she perform oral love upon
him, either.
She had only heard of other things, and didn't even know if
she really wanted to try them. For the moment, she ought to be
content just to have this extra love, this extra special screwing
by a man she'd wanted for just about forever, it seemed. And even
if they never got the opportunity again, here and now they could
fuck until they would have to part later in the afternoon, when
the families came back from the beach.
Regina reached down between their legs to fondle Chuck's
balls. She wouldn't tell him how naive she was, she thought;
whatever he started, she would simply go along with, as if it was
old stuff to her, and hope that she wouldn't make an idiot of
herself.
Funny, she thought, but she didn't feel at all guilty about
this; maybe that burden would come later, when she'd had time to
think over her infidelity. But the golden chance was here, with
her lover, and she meant to make the most of it.
"Oh darling," she whispered, sensing rather than feeling the
slight softening of his cock, clenched within the lips of her
pussy, "I've always envied your wife, too. Stella is so lucky, to
have you whenever she wants you."
Chuck wiggled against her, slid his pubic mound over hers and
the shaft of his prick nudged her clitoris. Regina was amazed to
feel how wet her thighs were, from both his release and her own
juices. He said: "That's not very often, any more. Stella is--
was--a hell of a lay, until she got bored with it all. Maybe it's
my fault; I don't know. I only know that I'm happier here between
your legs than I've been in a long time."
"Me, too," Regina admitted. "I suppose I shouldn't think
about your wife, or my husband, but I--"
He cut in: "I know what you mean. Somehow, they're mixed up
in this. It isn't just you and me, but Stella and Bill, too."
"This is a hell of a note," Regina said. "Here we are, all
coiled together with your penis up me, and all we can talk about
are our spouses."
"All right," Chuck said. "No more talk--just action." And
with that, he withdrew himself from her pussy, sliding his long
cock out with a deft movement that caused a wetly gulping sound
from her labia.
Gently, he urged her over onto her back, and Regina felt a
quick thrusting of renewed anticipation, a tingle of the new and
unexpected. He was going to do something else to her, she thought
for sure he couldn't be ready to screw again so quickly.
"You have such lovely tits," he said, "high and firm and
round. They're bigger than Stella's, and one of these days, I'm
going to have you squeeze them together around my cock. But right
now, I have something else in mind."
He began at her throat, nipping the skin and kissing down to
the valley of her breasts. His mouth slipped from one erectile
nipple to the other, biting tenderly, sucking hungrily. Then he
moved down to her rib cage, his breath hot and provoking, his
tongue leaving a fiery trail across her sensitive flesh.
Regina shivered, her hands straying down to touch his hair,
while her hips made pendulum movements. So tantalizing, she
thought, so very sensuous--like nothing that she and her own
husband had done before. Chuck's face was lower on her body than
Bill's had ever reached, and the excitement was indescribable.
Wet and warm, his tongue darted into her belly-button, and
Regina's cheeks knotted together in a spasming reflex as her ass
clenched. His hands wandered over her hips, her belly, back up to
fondle the moundings of her swollen breasts, and she thought that
this must be some special kind of heaven.
A gasp broke from her mouth as Chuck suddenly dipped his face
down into her pubic mound. It was all wet there, she thought in
some crazy kind of rationalization; her pussy was still drippy
from the recent fucking, still oozing the residue of Chuck's
semen. But he didn't seem to mind; his tongue flicked down to lap
the lips of her cunt, and Regina thought then that she would
certainly go mad.
But there was even more to come--the sharp biting of Chuck's
teeth as he forced the labia wider for his assault, the spreading
of her thighs by his strong hands as he readied her pussy for his
meal.
His mouth was against her labia, and his tongue--oh lord, his
wildly exciting tongue!--slipped right on inside her vagina as if
it was truly meant to be there. Regina flinched, and her pelvis
thrust in reflex against his chin, his mouth; her thighs came
together to caress his cheeks.
Chuck ate her then--chewing and nipping and licking hotly
into her quaking cavity. Waves of boiling sensation poured over
her body, and Regina was conscious that her hips were swinging,
that her ass was hunching. She had her fingers dug into his hair,
and was somehow attempting to thrust his face ever deeper into her
cunt.
He clung to the cheeks of her ass and gobbled avidly at her
pussy, sucking the lips into his mouth, worrying them with his
teeth, licking and pulling until Regina knew she was going out of
her head with the delight of it. When he reached up and in to
find her clitoris, she did flip out--moaning and gasping and
bouncing insanely upon the bed.
"Ooh! Oh Chuck--my darling--eat me--oh, eat me! Please--do
some more--oh God--ohmygod--my clit is splitting wide open! Oh,
ahh--Chuck! My pussy--"
Chuck was pulling on her clit, rolling it between his teeth,
sucking--sucking!--on it and in it, and she was going to come.
She threw her cunt up to him and pushed his head down into its wet
and hot hairiness, and let the good feelings roll over her body.
Her orgasm flared from the clit to the vagina to the womb and
burst through her belly to tighten the ring of her asshole, to
make her thighs quiver and her teeth clench together as she threw
back her head and hunched her wet cunt to his mouth.
Chuck moaned into her vagina, and she could feel the
vibrations of the sound far up in her soaking cave. Now he was
sucking on her cunt as if it were a ripe fruit, drawing the flow
of her love lotions into his mouth and down his eager throat. His
fingernails bit into the cheeks of her ass, and his teeth were
almost savage against the lips of her vibrant pussy.
She fell apart, came apart in little, sighing pieces as every
joint in her body unhooked and as her flesh dissolved in warmly
loving bits. Nirvana could be no better, Regina thought vaguely,
and paradise would simply have to wait. This thing that Chuck had
done to her, this gift he had presented her, was no perversion,
but heaven. There had been a lot of wasted years not knowing this.
As she drifted in flowered warmness on a stream that wandered
among lotus blossoms and emerald lillypads, Regina thought that
she should do something in return, that she ought to place dear
Chuck upon the altar where he had put her. And she would, she
decided; she most certainly would.
But the hands upon her hips were urging her to move, to let
go the swanboat in which she was riding, and so she did. Chuck
was turning her over, moving her up and away from him, and she
didn't really want to go.
Then she was on top of him, lying limp and flaccid upon his
long, lean body, feeling the new rigidity of his sex organ as it
grew hard between them. His mouth found hers, and she gave
willingly of her lips, gladly of her tongue, even though she knew
that the exotic flavors he was passing to her were the tastes of
her own pussy and of his semen.
There had never been such an intimacy for Regina, and she
wallowed in it, tongue and lips and the unremitting pressure of
her nude body upon his. The body of her lover, she thought--the
naked man-body of the only male she had ever screwed since she
married Bill Abbott. The only person she'd ever fucked, besides
her person, she corrected; she had heard of lesbian affairs
between women, but she would never go so far as to even consider
anything like that.
She was content to be a wanted, loved woman, fucked and eaten
by a man who had long desired her, a man who appreciated the fact
that she was still a lovely and sensual woman. Chuck was such a
lover, so adept and not bound by tradition. As her kids would
say, he really turned her on.
Regina squirmed upon him, and when her slickened labia nudged
the renewed bulb of his cock, it was only natural for her to make
adjustments so that it would work inside the lips. She was going
to be fucked twice in one day, with that marvelous, stimulating
oral love spaced between the screwings. It was more than she had
expected, since her own husband didn't get it up again, after the
first time.
But Chuck's long, firm prick went slipping into the vagina so
receptive for it, and the lips of her pussy closed over the round
shaft with a feeling of contentment. Seated upon him this way,
she could lift her upper body and lean back, and that would seat
his cock deeply, solidly within her sheath. Regina did it,
smiling as she felt the wonder of the penis within her body.
Still, as she fucked the man, she couldn't help thinking of
her husband, and what his reaction would be, if somehow he knew.
Chapter 2
She moved through the day in a rosy haze, not really thinking
about the daily chores she did through habit, her mind in a whirl
from events of the day before. The day she had been so thoroughly
fucked by her lover; the magic time when Chuck had gone down on
her, when a man had actually eaten her pussy as if he was starving
for it.
Maybe he had been starving to taste her pussy, Regina
thought, standing in the living room and looking about herself in
a warm, loving glow. She felt giddy and young; she felt so
adored. Chuck had turned her on, and she could close her eyes now
and feel him between her thighs, feel his long, hard cock sliding
into the wet grasping of her labia until it reached full length
inside her cunt.
Shivering, Regina lifted both hands to touch her hidden tits,
to feel the rising of their nipples through the thick terrycloth
robe she wore. Where was Chuck now, and what was he doing? Was
he also remembering their wildly joyous fucking?
Climbing the stairs, Regina thought also of her own husband,
of faithful, staid Bill Abbott, the father of her children. She
knew a twinge of guilt, but also a delicious sense of daring, a
renewed thrill of excitement. She'd cheated on Bill by screwing
another man, by taking another man's stiff prick into her avid
vagina. And she would do it again, the very first chance she got.
The window of her son's bedroom faced across the walkway and
almost matched the window of the Baker boy. She'd sometimes heard
them yelling across at each other. Regina smoothed the bed cover,
her fingers tingling as she touched the places where semen must
have spilled, places where her ass had swung so violently when
Chuck was pounding that lovely prick into her.
What if the boy over there had been staring into this room,
seeing every detail of the sensuous things his father had been
doing to and with her? Regina shivered again, and went to stand
close by the window, peering hard into the other shadowy room.
She couldn't see anything there, but that didn't mean the process
couldn't be reversed.
And suppose someone else saw her, the next time she and Chuck
screwed--his son, her son; the two young girls; their respective
mates? Divorce, she thought--a messy, terrible scene between them
all. Logic said calmly that she should drop this entire affair
right now, and be content with the stolen sweets she had already
known.
But she wasn't being logical. She was hot and eager for more
fucking from Chuck, and if she had to gamble her marriage to get
the screwing she so desperately needed, then she would be a
gambler. Pressing her thighs together, Regina knew she had to
continue with her lover, and she wished--
There was a face at the other window!
She tried to move back and stumbled against the bed, fell
back, sat up again to stare wildly across the hedged alleyway
where she saw him--Chuck!
His voice carried to her, intense and commanding. "Stay
right there, darling. I'm coming over."
She wanted to say that it was too dangerous, that someone
from either family might come home at any minute. She wanted to
yell back that they hadn't planned out this meeting, and it was
crazy for them even to consider it. But of course, she didn't say
anything; she only sat with her knees tightly together and her
hands clenched, trembling.
Her kids--out in town somewhere on this summer day. Her
husband--gone to buy something for the car. Yes; the house was
clear--at least her house was, but what about Chuck's? It must
be, she thought dazedly, or he wouldn't be trotting over here now.
She turned as feet banged on the stairway, her breath
catching in her throat, her heart beating out of control. Chuck
loved her, couldn't wait to be with her, needed as badly to fuck
her as she needed to be fucked. Helplessly, her hands went to her
hair, tugged at her robe, and then he was in the room.
His hands caught at her as she rose to meet him, and his
mouth found her own. Hotly, wetly, his tongue probed deeply into
her mouth, over her tongue; his breath was heavy, panting. Regina
fumbled at his jeans, her body humping blindly, urgently against
his to find the wonderful hardness of his erect cock.
Chuck wiggled from his jeans as she tugged them down, kicked
away his low boots, and that gorgeous stiff prick leaped out into
her hand.
They dropped together onto the bed, her robe falling apart to
expose the riches of her willing body to him, her legs going wide
and her pussy throbbing with need. But then a thought blazed
through her, and she turned aside, badly as she craved the
thrusting of his prick. She wanted something else more, and tore
her mouth free to begin it.
"Darling--" Chuck's voice was puzzled, and his hands dropped
reluctantly from her tits as she slid down, moved her mouth down
his throat to his collar bone.
"I want to do this to you," she said thickly. "Do the same
thing you did to me yesterday--eat you. I want to eat your cock,
lover. But I've never done it before--not to my own husband, not
to anyone--so if I make mistakes, you'll have to tell me what I'm
doing wrong."
Now she was slipping her mouth into the hairs of his chest,
drawing a trail of fire with her tongue, tasting the excitement of
him and feeling the rapid rise and fall of his rib cage. His
nipple--she discovered his mannish little nipple and found it to
be standing as stiffly as her own. Regina licked at it, and was
rewarded by the sudden arching and twisting of his body.
Using both hands on him, urging him onto his back across the
bed, Regina was on top then, biting gently at his nipple, worrying
first one, then the other, before dipping her gasping mouth down
the center of his chest to the trembling of his belly.
Nuzzling into the line of hairs, she touched the end of her
tongue into the indentation of his tummy, and when Chuck squirmed,
pushed wetly into his bellybutton as he had done to her before.
Regina thrilled as he did, reacted in almost the same way when he
shuddered and bucked.
Her hands were on his hips, sliding down to fasten their
thumbs into the joining of his thighs. Up very close like that,
the head of his prick seemed enormous, and she stared entranced at
the glisten of pre-seminal fluid upon its blunt tip. Dare she
taste that?
She did, with a swift flicking of her tongue that drew the
droplet of precious liquid back into her mouth. Regina tasted the
slippery fluid and found it good, so good that her lips moved out
and down of their own accord, to kiss that pulsing knob. And the
kiss was preliminary to the open-mouthed adoration. She didn't
realize that she had the head of Chuck's prick in her mouth until
it was sliding over the rolling of her tongue.
One hand hefted his balls; one set of fingers caressed the
veined shaft of his cock, and Regina went farther down, so that
the head of his rod slipped over the roof of her mouth and reached
into the fevered cup of her throat.
Hungrily, she licked at his prick, laved the knob with her
darting tongue, sucked on it until her cheeks dipped in, used her
tongue to push into the little slot. Chuck groaned and reached
out to fasten his fingers into her hair.
"Oh darling, darling!" His voice was strained and his crotch
lifted to her as his prick made gentle thrusts into her suctioning
mouth. "Oh, Regina--you're just perfect! So hot and wet--suck
me, darling. Eat my prick--eat me!"
"Ummm!" she murmured around his flexing cockhead, and
redoubled her efforts, loving the way his belly hiked and the way
his ass drew taut when he stroked into her face. She had a man's
prick in her mouth, knew the feel of its head bumping against the
back of her throat, knew the marvelous, inimitable closeness of
oral love.
Sliding her mouth up and down on his throbbing cock, she ate
him, pushed and pulled and sucked, licked and nibbled and pumped,
adoring the taste and feel of it all, wishing madly that she could
get every inch of him in her mouth. She wanted to draw all of him
down her throat, head and shaft and balls, so she could truly
devour him.
"R-Regina!" he gasped. "I--I'm coming, darling--coming!"
Blindly, passionately, she sucked harder, clenching the hairy
root of his prick and almost gagging on the hot flesh that reached
so far into her throat. She felt him stiffen out, knew the
swelling of his cockhead, and moaned in sheer delight as she
realized what was happening. Chuck Baker was about to ejaculate
into her mouth, let go his load of semen into her throat. And she
wanted that, wanted it insanely.
Boiling, bubbling, his come exploded into her mouth, flung
itself against the velvet cavity of her gasping throat, all sticky
and slippery, all thick and creamy.
Regina swallowed the oysterlike fluid, gulped down the hot
spurts that continued to burst forth from the head of his prick in
lessening jets. The stuff flooded her month, oily over her teeth
and greasy upon her tongue; it slid butterlike down her throat and
into her stomach, where she would truly digest this vital, living
part of him. A part of Chuck Baker would remain with her forever,
absorbed into her flesh, eternally surrounded by her.
Ah, how she adored the slippery, salt-sweet taste of his
come, the caress of his cockhead deep within her mouth. She
bathed the slowly shrinking head with her still avid tongue and
continued to suck tenderly upon it, trying to urge yet more of the
man juice from it.
Sighing, Chuck lowered his crotch, and she followed it down,
playing with his hairy balls, fondling the root of his prick.
They lay quietly for a while, and she slipped her hands palm-up
beneath the cheeks of his ass, wanting to keep him fed into her
mouth, wanting to lift him so she could get one more sweet, stiff
inch of his fabulous prick deeper into her throat.
"Regina," he murmured, stroking her hair. "Dear Regina--
nobody has to teach you anything about eating a cock. You're born
to it, and I don't know why you never did it to Bill."
Slowly, she lifted her face, drew her lips lingeringly along
the shaft of his pole, gave it a final lick of her tongue, and sat
up so she could look at him. "I never had the nerve to try, and
my husband never wanted me to."
Chuck said, "I can't believe that old Bill is that uptight
about oral sex; maybe he just doesn't know anything about it. You
didn't--before yesterday--and you're for it."
"Yes," she whispered, "oh yes, yes," and saw with something
like dismay that she had done perhaps too good a job upon him,
because his prick was softening, drooping a little to one side.
He said, "When I saw you up here, I just couldn't stay away.
I had to have you again, darling; you're in my blood now. But I
didn't expect you to drain me so quickly, so I can't fuck you
right away. I can eat you again, though--and I will. Come here,
Regina; just straddle my body and slide up onto my face, then just
sit right down on my mouth. I'll devour you, darling."
Tingling all over, her skin gone tight and prickly, she did
as he said, placing one knee on each side of his body and moving
bit by bit up to where she was poised above his upturned face. She
looked down and saw him staring up into her dewy crotch, saw the
expectant dampness of his mouth, and a deep shiver racked her
body. It was so thrilling, just to be here with him, naked and
sensuous and not really giving a damn about taboos.
Lowering herself gently, she felt his hands slide up and take
hold of the cheeks of her ass, knew his tender fondling there.
She flinched when his breath stirred into the humid pubic hairs,
and jerked a little when his tongue reached up to dip swiftly into
and along her trembling pussy lips.
He might be smothered, she thought, and was happy she wasn't
heavily built, that she was willowy and slim in most of the right
places.
His mouth blazed against her labia then, and she forgot
everything else, swaying like a wind-blown reed and trying to keep
some sort of balance. He lapped into her pussy, delved deeply
into her cunt, and she lost the struggle to remain upright.
Weakened, her head whirling, Regina leaned back and back, her
hands seeking blindly for some kind of support. She found it upon
his hips, and clung there as her crotch rolled and heaved.
She heard him groan and felt the vibrations within her
vagina. He ate into her cunt then, chewing and using his tongue
as well as his lips. Chuck pulled her labia into his teeth, only
to push them back out with his powerful tongue; then he sucked
hard upon her pussy, and she seemed to turn inside out. It was so
stimulating, so penetrating that she could only flow with the
maddened emotions.
Rocking back and forth upon his face, Regina also swung her
ass in slow gyrations, rubbing her cunt all over his open mouth,
smearing her warm juices over his chin and his cheeks, knowing the
feel of his nose like another tongue, or another cock. She was
fucking his mouth, screwing his face, and she loved the sensation
of being in control, of being the one in command.
Her lover ate into her cunt, sucked her, gulped her liquids
as she flowed heavily down upon his siphoning mouth. She felt the
rapture climbing up her calves, sliding through her tensed thighs,
and hunched her pussy violently upon his teeth. He had her clit
then, pulling at it, drawing it into his bite.
"I'm coming, Chuck," she announced throatily, swinging her
crotch in circles, wiping her cunt into his mouth, her clit
throbbing so savagely that it was threatening to explode. "Oh
Chuck, my darling, my lover, my horny, sweet man! I'm coming,
COMING!"
She let it go then, rode with the smashing waves of hot joy
that broke inside her vagina. Her tits swelled and she dug her
fingers into his hips as her thighs clenched on his face.
Regina's clitoris thrummed and expanded, and the tremendous orgasm
thundered throughout her body, splashed brilliant streaks of hot
light in the corners of her soul.
Her upper body rose of its own volition, swung up and over
and her head dropped, so that her long blonde hair purled down
free and golden. She couldn't stop; it was as if the bones had
melted and run out of her some way, and she was limp inside and
out. Over she went, and over some more, until her hard-nippled
tits brushed the bedspread. Then Regina rolled to the left, his
head still trapped between her thighs, and curled her legs over
his shoulders.
She died. She reached paradise as a houri and had jasmine
rubbed into her skin.
Starry-eyed, she looked out over her new kingdom, and saw the
flutter of something at the far portal. She blinked and her lover
stirred his mouth against her cunt. Not the portal, but a window-
-a window across the alleyway, where a face was pressed against
the screen and staring intently at them wrapped nakedly here upon
the bed!
Chapter 3
Regina cowered in the bathroom while her lover snatched at
discarded clothing and got the hell out of the house. She waited
for what seemed an eternity, clutching her robe about a body that
had suddenly turned shameful.
Someone in Chuck's family had seen them eating each other;
somebody in the other house had stared at them while they made
oral love, as they writhed naked and panting upon her son's bed.
Someone had watched them, but who?
Had it been Stella Baker? Regina drew her robe closer,
feeling chilled. Chuck's wife could have been the one staring
through that screen, sickened and upset. And damn it--Regina
really liked Stella; they'd been close friends for years, sharing
confidences and gossip. But not sharing the news that Regina was
screwing Stella's husband.
Maybe it hadn't been Chuck's wife. It could have been his
son Carey, just turned sixteen but already quite an attractive
young man.
Or possibly the watching face belonged to Judy Baker, who
improved upon her father's reddish hair and had copied his green
eyes. Judy was fifteen, and a doll-like beauty in her own right.
Three other Bakers; three possibilities, and Regina didn't
really want to think about any of them. How could she face
Stella? What would the kids think of her--and of their father?
She slunk from the bathroom and hurried to her own bedroom,
doubly thankful that her husband and kids were out of the house.
Mind in a whirl, she flung herself across the bed and bit into her
pillow to keep from crying. It was all so awful now, so mixed up
and terrible. She wanted to fuck her lover, needed badly to be
fucked by him, eaten by him. And now she had known a new
experience, that of going down on a man's prick and swallowing his
semen. She simply couldn't turn herself back into the sexually
bored kind of drab housewife she had been steadily turning into.
But neither did she want her new sex life exposed, held up to
scorn and ridicule. Maybe Stella and the Baker kids would hate
her, sever all relations with her; maybe Stella would even go so
far as to ask for a divorce.
No, she thought, oh no! For the same thing could happen to
her, if the witness in the other house told the story to her own
husband. Facing Bill would be very difficult, especially when she
would have to admit that she had sucked another man's cock, an act
that Bill had never approved of.
Clenching her fingers into the pillow, she squeezed her eyes
tightly shut and tried to make all the unpleasantness go away.
But of course it didn't, and she had finally nerved herself to
sitting up when she heard the footsteps in the hall.
Was it Chuck, come swiftly back to tell her who had seen
them? Not so soon, she thought, and rubbed the back of her
fingers across her lashes to hide any wayward tears.
The boy came quickly through the door and kicked it shut
behind him. He stood there, every muscle in his body tensed,
breathing hard as he stared at her.
Carey Baker--and she couldn't hold his eyes; her own eyes
slid away and she made fists in her lap. So it had been Chuck's
son at the window, and here he was to hurl the accusation in her
face, here to call her bitch and home wrecker and all the vile
things his young mind could conceive.
He said, "I saw you and my father. I saw what you were doing
with him."
Regina's voice sounded thin and squeaky: "Yes, but Carey--
please listen and don't blame me, don't blame us too much--"
Moving toward the bed, toward her, he said, "You were riding
his face, but only after you gave him a head job."
"Carey," she said, "that sounds so--so raw. It wasn't--it
isn't like that at all."
He was beside her, standing too near, towering over her
although he was slim and very, very young. But Regina's eyes
widened as she saw the telltale bulge in his tight jeans, the
swelling that announced his passion as his cock bulged against the
material. She could only stare puzzled at the boy's rod, unable
to comprehend the meaning of it all.
Until Carey made it clear by saying, "Mrs. Abbott, my father
didn't see who it was. I ducked out of the house and around back
before he could find me. But you know and I know, and if you
don't want anybody else to know--my mother, your husband--then
you'll have to do exactly as I say."
Her mouth worked, but strange sounds came out, nothing that
was words, and Carey repeated his threat. "I'll fink on you, if
you don't take me on, too. I--Mrs. Abbott, I've been horny for
you for years, watching the way that crazy ass moves under your
skirts, seeing the way your fine tits bob up and down, and when we
all go swimming together, I go out of my head seeing all that bare
skin."
She said at last, "C-Carey--I don't--look, you're just a boy,
younger than my own son, and I--"
"You have to," he said, that hard bulge in his jeans only
inches from her face now. "You have to fuck me, or I'll tell on
you and my father. You don't want that, Mrs. Abbott."
"No," she agreed, "no, I don't want that."
He pushed forward on her, eager beyond control, and lost
balance so that they rolled together on the bed. Regina felt her
robe fly open, felt the brush of her bare thigh against the boy's
leg.
Carey ripped at his clothes, kicked and wiggled and tried to
hold onto her at the same time. She wasn't really resisting,
though; she was far too stunned for putting up a fight. And the
boy had the power over her; he could tear up two marriages by
reporting what he'd witnessed. But Carey--Chuck's son?
Squirming, panting, he was naked then, and his skin was
smoothly warm; he had his mother's coloring, an olive skin and
dark eyes, and she felt the anxious prodding of his slim prick.
It was hot against her bare skin, against the tenseness of
her skin, and Regina flinched at the touch. He was just a boy,
and so young--so very young.
"You have to screw me," he said. "Don't forget, you have to;
it doesn't make any difference that I never fucked before. You
can't laugh at me because I'm a cherry, because you have to screw
me."
A virgin, she thought; a boy virgin desperate for his first
sexual experience, needing a woman in the particularly intense way
novel to those upon the threshold of discovery. Carey was a
cherry, and he wanted to have her for his first piece of ass,
needed her so feverishly that he'd resort to blackmail to have
her. That was sweet, she thought, and felt wiser, far more
experienced.
"Here, Carey," she said, softly. "You like my tits--here,
kiss them."
He was laying half atop her, and his head darted eagerly down
at the breasts she exposed for him, dipped hungrily to press his
lips against the tender flesh. Once he found the erectile nipple,
Carey pulled it avidly into his mouth and worked it over with his
hot, wet tongue. Then he settled down to sucking on it, while
kneading both her sensitive mounds with his hands.
So sweet and innocent, she thought, so young and anxious to
taste everything sensuous, to know and to be all. She stroked his
hair and found that her hips were making movements. Running one
hand down the smoothness of his back and around to his flank,
Regina slid her fingers to find the stiff and throbbing length of
his prick. It was very hard, not nearly so thick or long as his
father's cock, but a lovely prick, too.
For one startled moment, Regina thought how terrible it was
for her to be comparing cocks, especially those of father and son.
But she had compared Chuck Baker's rod with that of her husband,
and now she was about to totally feel the difference, if there was
any, in Carey's vibrant prick.
She was taking another lover, just about to fuck a boy who
was younger than her own son, and instead of being repelled,
instead of being horrified by the event, Regina was excited. She
squeezed the boy's cock and he responded with a moan around the
nipple of her tit. Better not play with him too much, she
decided; he would probably go off in her hand, and she didn't want
all that thrilling stuff wasted.
Gently then, she urged his quivering body up on her own,
being the teacher, doing the guiding for his first real act of
love. She found herself shuddering in anticipation, all other
considerations fleeing her mind. Of course, there had been
fleeting thoughts about where she was, about the possibility of
someone discovering her with the boy. But since she really had no
control over the situation, she accepted the dangers.
As she was accepting the poking of the boy's cock. Regina
helped him with it, used gentle fingers to steer the impatient
head of his prick into the softly receiving lips of her pussy.
Carey gave a strong hunch and buried his cock in her, shoved
it home with one long and driving stroke that brought his balls
into the crack of her ass. She gasped as the hardness made itself
felt throughout her cunt. Her clitoris quivered with delight as
the meaty staff slid over it, and Regina bent her knees then,
lifted them so that she could spread her thighs better, so that
she could take this delicious young boy into the hot, wet gripping
of her vagina.
She was jolted by the feel of him inside her, shocked by the
fresh young savagery of the boy. But it was good, very good, and a
new excitement raced in her flesh. Carey slammed his shaft deep,
drew it back immediately and pounded it to the root once again.
He knew only that he had to fuck her hard and fast, and she
couldn't stop him now, even if she had wanted to. She met his
thrusts, ground her hairy crotch into his and rode the strokes of
his inexperienced cock, knowing that this first time couldn't
last, realizing that he would very soon explode his virginal load
of semen into her suctioning hole.
It was too quick for her, and she wouldn't reach her own
orgasm--yet; but this boy was young and strong, and he would be
ready to fuck again, almost immediately. Regina would see to
that.
He was panting hard now, gasping as he fed his strong slim
prick into her excited pussy, and she reached around to take the
hard cheeks of his sleek ass in her hands, helping him to ram it
into her body.
"M-Mrs. Abbott--oh, uhh! I'm going to do it, Mrs. Abbott!
I'm going to shoot off inside your pussy, let go right in your
fabulous pussy! Here it comes--oohhh! I'm coming, Mrs. Abbott--
I'm coming in you!"
She clutched the cheeks of his boyish ass and felt them
contract; she also felt the upward leap of his balls as the semen
hurtled from them. Grabbing desperately for his lips with her
hungry mouth, Regina thrust her tongue deep into his mouth as his
cock gave a final stabbing movement.
Then the beautiful rush of fluids geysered deep into her
receptive vagina, packed itself thick and creamily against the
pulsing of her womb. His first load, she thought; the boy's first
ejaculation into a cunt, and she was on the receiving end of the
exquisite showering. Foamy and torrid, the liquid roared through
her pussy, bathing the flexing walls of her vagina with hot
juices. It was lovely for her, enchanted as the sensation was for
him, and Regina was ecstatic that she had shared this
scintillating moment with the boy.
He tore his mouth sobbing from hers, and his hands bit into
her taut breasts. "Oh, Mrs. Abbott--I love you, love you!"
"And I love you, Carey," she said, drifting her fingertips
into the crack of his ass, feeling the little tight ring there,
making him flinch forward an impossible inch to reach into the
greasy confines of her filled pussy. "Just hold on, darling, and
we'll fuck some more."
His prick remained stiff inside her snatch, but the rest of
his body went limp, temporarily drained of strength by the
tremendous release of him come. His lips were against her throat
now, and he whispered, "I'm not sorry I made you screw me,
beautiful Mrs. Abbott. You'd never have done it any other way,
and I'm glad I saw you and my father going down on each other."
She stroked the cheeks of his ass, rolled her hips slightly
so that his thoroughly slippery prick would work around inside the
clenching of her cunt muscles. The thicker base of his stiff cock
passed over her aching, swollen clit. Regina said, "I'm glad,
too, darling. It's wonderful, having your little-boy prick in my
cunt. I never fucked anyone but my own husband until your daddy
and I screwed. And now I've been fucked by you."
He kept his face hidden in her neck, but his hands were
straying over her willing body, feeling, caressing, touching her
hips and the inner softness of her belly at the connections of her
thighs. "Can I screw as good as them? As good as my father and
your husband?"
"Of course," she comforted him. "You're young and strong and
very eager. The size of a man's cock doesn't have much to do with
how much enjoyment a women gets, darling. Just so long as you use
it well--and you do. Feel around inside my cunt with that sweet
cock, Carey; isn't it hot and juicy? It's all slidy and greasy
with your come, darling."
"It feels terrific," he said, touching the tip of his tongue
to her throat, moving his seeking hands between their bellies to
finger tenderly among her curling pubic hairs. "Is it okay to
just keep screwing, to do it again, without even taking out my
prick?"
She hiked her ass, moved her crotch so that his fingers were
dipping into the upper edge of her labia, feeling into the hood
where her inflamed clit stood throbbing. "Feel deeper, baby," she
breathed huskily. "And move your cock in me. There--oh, there!
Yes, that's right, my lovely boy with the hard prick--that's so
right! Feel into my cunt and fuck me at the same time--oohh!
OH!"
His ass backed off, moved forward, and as he fingered into
her wet, steaming cavity, Carey Baker was fucking again, sliding
his well-oiled young prick steadily into her overheated pussy.
Regina lifted her legs and crossed them over back clamped this
marvelous smooth body between her legs and fucked him back,
grinding her crotch in sharp circles, bumping him with her furred
pelvic bone. His prick was thrilling within her saturated cunt,
stimulating her clitoris and making her gasp with raw delight at
every thrust.
Sweet and hot, strong and hungry, Carey screwed her bouncing
onto the mattress, rattling the bed against the wall as he shoved
it home in a quickening rhythm that was bringing her swiftly to
her delayed climax,. Regina held off coming as long as she could,
reveling in the act of fucking itself and wanting it never to end.
But the provocative stroking of his cock was too much for
her, and the splendid feeling poured over her clitoris, radiating
from that seat of passion to burn every tiny bit of her pussy.
She wiggled and humped, rotating her cunt on the goodness of his
hammering prick, trying to make her muscles bite down on the
shaft, clamping hard upon the spongy head of it.
She forgot herself and bit the boy, nipped him with her teeth
and he flinched, but didn't break the pace of his fucking.
Digging her fingernails into the cheeks of his ass, Regina urged
him deeper and harder into her juicy cunt, squeezing him with her
legs and arms.
Head rolling, eyes gone blind with rapture, she moaned it at
him: "Oh Carey, lover! Oh you sweet young boy! Fuck me, fuck me!
Ram that wonderful prick up my pussy and fuck me until I can't
breathe, until I pass out."
He grunted his answer, responded by ramrodding his cock like
a runaway piston, feeding it into her twisting pussy until the mad
waves of ecstasy dimmed for her, but only faintly. For then his
screwing her wet, sizzling cunt brought him back to the climax
he'd had in there before.
With his own semen turning buttery around his plunging shaft,
with his own come and her lubricants turning to beaten froth in
the intensity of his efforts, Carey Baker came again. This second
eruption was only a little smaller than the first, Regina thought,
and luxuriated in the spurting of the slippery jelly as it
overflowed her palpitating cunt.
Chapter 4
She cooked a terrific dinner, working very hard at the
preparation in order to keep her mind away from what she had been
doing the rest of the day--sharing oral sex with Chuck Baker, and
being fucked by his young son.
It was difficult maintaining normal discussions with her own
husband, but Regina managed by keeping everything on the level of
food and kids and what they were going to do for the rest of the
summer.
From time to time, as she bustled about the kitchen, Regina
cast sidelong glances at her husband, feeling a stranger to him
for the first time in many years. He was still a good-looking
man, tall and fair, with deep brown eyes and chocolate brown hair.
Bill was only 38, and she wondered why he had cooled toward her
sexually.
Was it the burden of habit, a too well-known set of responses
that had turned into boredom? Probably, she thought; it wasn't
that she didn't love Bill any more; it was that with Chuck, there
was the flaming excitement of newness, of romance.
Bill might even feel the same way, with some other woman.
With Stella, then; Regina set the table and thought about using
Stella to divert her husband. It would ease the pressure all the
way around, make Stella not so watchful over Chuck and probably
prevent her from discovering the other liaison between her son and
Regina.
Bill said, "You're looking great, baby."
She almost jumped, but fought her tensed body into stillness.
"Thank you, Bill."
He came close to her. "It's not a new hairdo, and even
though that dress looks great on you, it's not new, either. I
can't figure just what it is about you, but I'd swear you look
years younger--and sexier, too."
She manufactured a quick smile for him, brushed by to arrange
the table setting. "Oh? It's nice of you to notice."
This was something she hadn't even taken into consideration,
the fact that her husband might suddenly turn sensuous and want
her again. How could she screw Bill, without thinking of those
torrid sessions with his best friend--and with that horny sixteen-
year-old boy?
Lifting her voice to forestall any other advances by Bill,
she called out: "Come and get it, kids! Dinner's ready."
She thought she read disappointment in his eyes as she rushed
back into the kitchen, but there had also been a heightening of
interest. Regina sensed that she would have to steel herself to
being laid by her own husband this evening, although the marks of
her other fuckings that day hadn't had time to wear away yet.
Their kids saved her from further introspection, bouncing in
to the table and kidding each other the way they usually did.
Serving the steak, Regina looked over her children, seeing them
with newly speculative eyes, since her sweaty coupling with one of
their contemporaries.
There was Dale, seventeen years old with a beautiful tan that
set off his blond hair and green eyes. He was nearly as tall as
his father, but slimmer, with that arrogant slouch of the young
male. Did her son have hot eyes for some older married woman, like
Carey Baker had? Would her own son blackmail that woman into
sexual relations with him, as Carey had?
No, Regina thought, shaking her head as she brought out the
baked potatoes and trimmings of sour cream and the like. Dale
wouldn't go so far; he was still just a kid--but older than Carey.
He must have some of the same powerful sex pressures within him,
then. She bit her lip and refused to think any more along that
line, because the image that came to mind was one of her golden
boy in a leggy tangle with none other than Stella Baker.
Then there was her daughter Monica, only sixteen, but already
a raving beauty with dark honey hair and liquid brown eyes, a
tall, lithe girl fond of swimming and sports. Could Monica
possibly have some of the same ideas about screwing, or could she
already be getting laid by one of her boyfriends?
Regina glanced at the pert breasts lifting against the thin,
almost see-through blouse her daughter wore, and wondered. But
that was a terrible thing to think. Just because she had been
fucking two different lovers was no cause to blame her children
for things they hadn't done.
Or had they?
Somehow, she got through the dinner, accepting their
compliments on the cooking, and somehow she ate dessert and smiled
when the kids cleared the table and stuffed the dishwasher for
her. But her mind was leaping here and there like a terrified
rabbit, reliving her recent sins and wondering how she was going
to handle the upcoming screwing with Bill.
He barely gave the heavy dinner time to digest before making
his first move. The kids had been gone for an hour then, and
Regina had desperately changed channels on TV and gone to the
bathroom and everything else to keep him from getting seriously
passionate. But he wasn't to be put off any longer, and she
didn't really want to avoid screwing him. That might make him
suspicious, since she had always been responsive to his needs.
So when he reached for her, she sank onto the couch with him,
sliding her arms around his waist and turning her face for his
kiss. His tongue lightly touched hers, and she surprised herself
by the violent answer she gave it.
"Hey," Bill said, "something has really turned you on. Like
I said earlier, you look different, act different. And I'm not
knocking it, baby."
She kissed him again, before he could ask any questions or
come to any conclusions. Having sex with other men had brightened
her, made her more receptive, warmer and softer. Now if she could
only fuck him well, without feeling guilty--
Her hand was moving of its own accord, delving into his pants
and bringing out the familiar prick with its knobby head. It felt
hard and eager on her fingers, and she drew her nails along the
bottom of his shaft, scratching gently into the hair that thickly
surrounded his balls.
Sighing, Bill cupped her tits in both hands while she played
with his cock, and she knew a twinge of frustration as they were
falling into the same old pattern. Deliberately breaking it, she
suddenly leaped up and whipped her dress over her head. Following
with bra and panties, she was naked in a moment, and Bill stared
at her, disconcerted.
"Regina--what if the kids come home early?"
She was back beside him with one flowing movement, tugging at
his pants and urging them off. "They won't--but if they do,
that's too damned bad."
"Look, baby--we can go on upstairs as we always do--"
"No," she said sharply. "We're not going to do anything the
way we always do. There are no rules to screwing, nothing that
says we have to do it this way or that way. I'm pretty damned
tired of all that, Bill."
He could only stare at her as she pulled down his pants, but
he lifted his ass so she could work his shorts over his legs.
"What's gotten into you, Regina? I thought we were kind of happy;
slowing down some, of course, like all old married couples, but--"
"I'm not old," she said, and pushed him back upon the couch,
a little amazed at her own temerity, but also tasting the heady
wine of a new power. "And anything I want to do with you or to
you is right, Bill. Do you understand that--right?"
He lay back as her face approached his belly-button. "I-I
don't know."
She'd gone this far, and the pushing was doing something to
her, besides blotting out any sense of guilt she might be
carrying. Maybe she'd make her husband angry, or upset him so
much that he'd reject her, but that was a chance she was simply
going to have to take. Regina kissed his belly and ran the tip of
her hotly questing tongue down the line of crisp hair to his
navel.
"Regina! What the hell are you--"
Paying no heed to the shock in his voice, nor to the reaching
out of his hands for her head, she licked swiftly down to his
pelvis, and when Bill jerked at the touch, wrapped her tongue
around the thick base of his veined cock.
"Baby--oh baby, no! You can't--"
Cupping his balls with one hand, grasping the root of his
prick with the other, she whispered fiercely, "The hell I can't!"
and ran her mouth, nipping the length of his shaft. When her lips
came to the purplish head, she opened them wide and fitted them
cupping over it.
"Regina!" His hands tugged at her hair, but she would not
let go, refused to remove the hotness of her mouth from around the
head of her husband's prick. It was the first time for her to
ever taste it, the first time for Bill to know an oral caress from
her, and it was long past time for them both to know the
pleasures.
Her tongue raced over it, dipped into the little slot, picked
up a sample of his pre-seminal fluid, and she thought how silly it
had been of them to avoid this through the years. She felt his
fingers tighten in her hair, but he stopped trying to pull her
away, and was only holding on. Regina began to suck, to draw his
head deep into the back of her ready throat, as she had learned by
eating another man's prick. Suck it in, push it back out with her
tongue; draw it deep and lick it shallow. It was nice.
"Oh," Bill panted, "oh good lord, baby! I--we never did this
before--I--you--"
She answered "Ummm," raking the head of his cock along the
roof of her mouth, and along her dormant tongue. He tasted
different from Chuck, but she couldn't compare the flavor of his
prick with that of Carey's, because she had not yet sucked the
boy. But she would, she promised herself, she certainly would.
She got a special kick from making men squirm like this, and she
adored the matchless intimacy of eating prick.
Her husband writhed and bucked his belly, his thighs
trembling spasmodically. She clung to his balls and bobbed her
head up and down on his cock, sucking and licking, pulling and
pushing.
Bill gasped: "Baby--let me take it out--oh please baby! I'm
going to come--I'll come in your mouth, if you don't let go!"
She hummed "Ummm!" again, and worried the flexing bulb of his
prick with her teeth before applying wet suction once more. She
felt the powerful rise of his semen as it came throbbing through
the veins of his cock, felt the expansion of the head as the come
gathered there.
"Let go, Regina!"
She only sucked harder, her long hair making a coverlet
across his heaving belly. The semen couldn't be held back for
another moment, and came rushing out the tip of his prick in a hot
torrent. Hissing along her tongue, the come was thick and creamy,
tasting strongly yet sweetly of man's essence and his love.
Bill groaned and bucked, driving the length of his cock into
her mouth, bumping the head against her throat. She had been
expecting that, so it didn't make her gag. But when he tried to
relax, she continued to siphon him, swallowing every slippery drop
of his come and licking hungrily across the head of his prick for
more.
Lovingly, she nibbled his softening cock, lapping it and
rolling its head around inside her mouth. When at last she
allowed it to slide from her lips, she dropped her mouth beside
the pulsing shaft and sucked one of his balls.
His hands shuddered upon her head, then one of them slipped
down to stroke her cheek, to finger adoringly over an eyebrow.
She had him, Regina thought happily; she had shocked her husband
and stunned him beyond anything that had ever happened to him
before, but she had also captured him in a stronger web of flesh
and lust than that which had held them together in the past.
"Oh baby," he said softly, wonderingly, "that was great."
"You can do it to me now," she said. "Make it great for me,
too."
As she crawled up his body, kissing first his rib cage, then
the tautness of his nipples, she could sense his withdrawal, his
reluctance to go down on her in turn.
Bill said, as she was biting tenderly at his throat. "I
never did that, Regina; you know I never did that."
She told a white lie: "I didn't, either. But you liked it,
didn't you?"
"Yes," he admitted. "I--it was so different, like nothing
that ever happened to me. And because you were doing it for me,
it was better. But I don't know if I can--I mean, my mouth on you
like that--"
She kissed his lips, and knew that he did not realize he was
getting a taste of his own semen. Tonguing him lightly, prompted
by her newfound sexual freedom, Regina said, "Sure you can, and
you will." Then she kept right on going up his body, rubbing the
dewy hairiness of her pussy lips up his belly, then across his
chest.
Her thighs held his head pinned into position, and she stared
down at his mouth, at his chin only inches from the eager wetness
of her mound. "Love my pussy, Bill; use your mouth to love my
pussy, as you've used your prick so often. Make me squeal and
wiggle, darling; make me come."
His hands were on her thighs, trembling a little, and he
tentatively kissed the inner surface of her thighs, his breath
stirring into her pubic hairs.
"I don't know how," he said, but no longer shocked, no longer
repelled. "But if you'll tell me what to do--"
That was what young Carey said: tell me what to do; show me
how to fuck you, Mrs. Abbott. And his father had already known
how, all she had needed with Chuck was the opportunity. Now she
had to teach her own husband the things one of her lovers had
shown her, and that was all right, too.
"Just lick me," she said, pushing the curly bronzed hairs of
her cunt closer to him, lifting her ass slightly from his upper
chest. "Lick my pussy lips as if you're a little puppydog. And
when you're ready, shove your tongue right on inside me. You know
where the clit is, darling--that's where you do most of your
eating."
With that instruction, Regina pushed her cunt right into his
face, brought it down to cover most of his face with her crotch.
She placed her hands on top of his head to brace herself, and felt
the hot lapping of his tongue as he followed her directions. When
her husband shoved into her labia, spreading them with the
thickness of his tongue, she shivered. It was a wild feeling, to
have him eating into her snatch for the first time, after all the
years they had been married, after all the fuckings they had
shared, without oral love.
"Eat it," she said breathlessly, "oh Bill, my darling--eat my
cunt! Bite into it, lick it, suck it. Oh yes, suck my pussy,
Bill!"
His fingers dug into her thighs as he did exactly that,
drawing her cunt lips into his mouth, pulling in the soft inner
membranes and applying pressure to them. His tongue darted hotly
in and out, caressing the intense feeling of her clitoris. Bill
got the knack of bringing out the little nubbin, and when he got
his teeth around it, she hunched violently against his mouth,
rolling her ass and feeding him her pussy.
"Chew me up and swallow me!" she ordered, pressing on his
head to force his gasping mouth ever deeper into her inflamed
cunt. "Eat my pussy, Bill--suck me and gobble me--oohh! Oh,
darling--that's so good--so good!"
He was into it now, burrowing his nose and mouth into her
undulating cunt, running his tongue full length and sucking the
clit into his teeth. She rode his head, fucked his face and
clamped it between her knees, put pressure upon it with her
thighs, being the bitch goddess, the masterful cunt. And her
husband loved it, luxuriated in her dominance, gulped and ate her
cunt for all he was worth.
She couldn't hold it back, nor did she try. Moaning and
shaking, Regina gripped his head and pumped her pussy savagely
over his mouth, wetting his chin and his cheeks, grinding and
humping as the orgasm built to magnificent proportions within her
body.
"I'm coming, Bill! Oh--ahh--yes, oh yes! I'm coming,
coming--eat me--oohh--aahh! COMING!"
He growled into her flexing cunt, bit deep and drew madly
upon her vagina as she pounded her crotch upon his face. White
hot stars shot across her eyes, and a rapture so keen as to be
almost a pain, broke within her pussy. Her thighs quivered, and
she knew again the compression of her asshole, the streaming flow
of her inner juices. She came, and she came, and for a few crazy
seconds thought that perhaps she would come forever.
Bonelessly, she slipped from his greasy face and melted
beside him, sliding down his heaving chest to press her tits
there, to blend her well-sucked pussy into the new hardness of his
revitalized cock.
"Oh Bill, Bill," she breathed against his ear. "That was so
wonderful for me."
"For me, too," he admitted. "Never thought I'd enjoy eating
a woman's cunt, but I did. Makes us seem a lot closer, doesn't
it?"
"Yes, darling." Even as she answered, she was wiggling
nearer, rubbing the juicy dripping of her labia over the swollen
shaft of his prick. "It makes me so hot I can hardly stand it.
I'm ready to go again--aren't you?"
And without waiting for his answer, she took his prick in one
hand and guided the spongy head of it into the oily lips of her
cunt. A twist and a hunch, and the hard shaft pushed deeply into
the wet velvet of her vagina, where it thrilled her turned-on
pussy.
Slowly and eagerly, she fucked him, or rather, they fucked
together, reveling in the easy screwing, in the wetly lubricated
inner surfaces of her cunt, in the manly stiffness of his prick.
They moved together with the long familiarity of people who had
repeated the selfsame act a thousand times or more, and the tender
fitting of cock into pussy was good.
But, Regina thought, it wasn't really the same as always, for
a new life stirred within her vagina, and a new hardness enlivened
his cock. She had aroused them both to fever pitch by first going
down on him, then practically forcing him to eat her in turn.
There was a new awareness of themselves as individuals, a
difference to their lovemaking now. He seemed to treat her body
with respect that bordered upon awe, his fingers stroking over the
cheeks of her ass, his mouth tucked now into the musky valley
between her tits.
And she found she was enjoying him much more, that her
introduction to oral sex had brightened all her senses, made them
sharper. Maybe her affairs with the Bakers, father and son, had
ripened her body, made it hotter and wetter and more giving,
therefore more capable of receiving love.
Grinding slowly with her husband, feeling his prick reach
around in the clinging confines of her pussy, Regina wondered
briefly what Bill would do, how he would react, if she suddenly
announced that she had fucked the Bakers, that she had eaten
Chuck's prick and swallowed his semen.
He would be jolted to his wisdom teeth, she thought; he might
even turn to her, beat the hell out of her. And quite possibly
she would deserve it--not for the fucking itself, nor the
exchanges of mouth upon cunt and mouth upon cock--but for blurting
out information like that.
It was possible that she might never be able to tell him, but
she couldn't help wondering how long she would be able to keep her
secret from her husband. And from her kids, and from the other
Bakers who weren't yet in on it--Stella and Judy.
She moved with him, grinding her pelvis into his, riding the
long, lingering thrusts of his prick, enjoying to the fullest the
sensuous feelings of fucking. Bill fondled her ass and kissed her
neck, licking along to find her ear and wiggling the tip of his
tongue into it. She quaked violently, and her cunt bucked on his
prick.
"Fuck me long and fuck me deep, lover," she whispered,
realizing that she had never spoken so openly to him before. She
also realized that she would never be able to stop screwing Chuck
Baker, and even if she tried to put him off, young Carey would be
back for more ass. She'd have to do something, and pretty soon,
maybe convince Bill he should go on a long vacation alone, but
that would still leave her kids in the house.
"Take this cock, baby," Bill said. "Ride it because you love
it, you hot-cunted bitch."
She was that, she thought, beginning to gyrate wildly upon
his cock--she was certainly a hot-cunted bitch, and she meant to
stay that way.
Chapter 5
She was trapped in the garage, ambushed there as she was
starting to get into the car. He came out of the shadows swiftly,
and before she could do more than gasp, was in the seat beside
her.
"Carey! What--"
He threw an arm around her neck and pulled her face to his.
His lips were warm, his tongue a fiercely demanding probe, both
wet and hurried. Her tits came against his hard young chest, and
even though she struggled to push him away, the nipples lifted in
anticipation.
"Carey--what's the matter? Everyone's home now, and we
can't--"
"We have to," he whispered. "I can't stand it any longer,
Mrs. Abbott; I have to fuck you again, right away, or go out of my
head."
"But not here, Carey--we can't--somebody might come into the
garage at any moment, and--"
His hands were at her breasts, fondling and squeezing, and he
was pushing the slim stiffness of his rock-hard prick against her
thigh. Despite herself and the logic that said she should try to
convince the boy to leave right away, Regina was aroused by the
desperation of his need, the boyish urgency that could not be
without her.
It was wonderful to be wanted and needed this badly, that he
would face the chance of discovery rather than do without screwing
her for another minute.
His hands moved from her breasts to her thighs, and one
thrust hungrily between them. She spread them for him, feeling a
tingle in her belly as he cupped her mound, even though it was
constricted behind nylon panties.
She said, "Carey, can't you wait just a little while? I'm
supposed to be going shopping now."
He was nuzzling into her tits, his breath coming warm between
them, penetrating the thin silk of her blouse. "No. I cant wait;
I waited all night, going crazy, jacking off, even; and if I can't
fuck you right here and right now, I'm going to come in my pants.
Just touching you does that to me; you're so beautiful and warm
and sexy."
She stroked his hair, and before she knew it, was lifting her
ass so he could work the panties down over her legs. But in the
car, here in the garage where anybody might pop in? It had to be,
the chance had to be taken, because it was too late now for
backing out, and her pussy was throbbing with damp eagerness. It
was nice, to be so desired, to be so important to someone,
especially to a boy as young as this and just coming into manhood.
His finger slipped into her cunt, and Regina twitched in
response, her ass hiking itself and her pussy lips spreading in
readiness, going all greasy and hot. She kissed him, pulling his
head up and his face away from her tits to do it; she ran the
length of her tongue into his mouth, trying to reach the back of
his throat. He gasped and his finger worked in her pulsing cunt.
Then she pulled his tongue into her own mouth, where she
sucked on it. The feeling must have freaked the boy out, for she
felt him flinch and heave, felt his finger jerk within the folds
of her pussy. Regretfully, she broke the kiss, but only to swing
her leg up and over him.
"Pull down your jeans and open your legs," she said. "I'll
lift up and straddle you; that way we can work your lovely young
prick up into my cunt. I'll just sit down on it and force your
meat right into me. But we'll have to fuck fast, darling. Someone
could see us."
Carey Baker was too busy for talking; he was taking a grip on
the smooth cheeks of her ass as she straddled his body and took
hold of his cock. Guiding it deftly into the opening of her hairy
slot, Regina slid downward as the head penetrated, and felt the
length of his hard young shaft ease into her vagina. She came to
rest tightly against his pelvis, and he hunched up at her pussy as
she ground on his prick.
Her tits were against his face, and he mouthed damply at them
through her blouse. But she was beyond caring about the
appearances as she wiggled on his delightful cock, as she lifted
her ass and drove it down again. Her fingernails dug into the
boy's shoulders, and she screwed him more savagely than she had
before, really fucking him hard and dirty.
Carey matched her thrusts, driving his prick up into her as
she gyrated her ass and clamped down with her vaginal muscles.
She was juicy inside, and his rod slid thrillingly in the oils.
He went uh-uh-uh! and she felt him stiffen out, felt the
telltale expansion of the head of his prick, and hurried her own
stroking to catch up with his orgasm. Carey let go in her pussy,
fired out a jet stream of semen that hissed boiling against her
womb and drenched the walls of her cunt.
His cock jerked and bucked, letting out the discharges,
spitting one burst of come after another. Regina slithered her
cunt in the greasy stuff, wiggled and squirmed, and felt her own
climax bursting deep within her vagina, felt her clit flex and
quiver.
"I'm coming, darling!" she said into the top of his head,
into the soft hair waved darkly there. "Oh, you gorgeous boy!
What a wonderful young cock--oohh, Carey! Ohh!"
It was good, tearing softly at her snatch and squirting hotly
through her belly, making her thighs snap taut and her ass clench
its cheeks. Carey clung to them, held her ass close as if he was
afraid to ever let go.
Sighing, she realized it was up to her to break it up, or
this young stud would try to fuck her all day long. Prosaic
though it might be, she still had shopping to do. So she put
weight upon her feet and lifted; his prick came sliding creamily
out, and she knew there was semen on her mound, wetting the hairs,
and drawn in a sticky trail down the inside of one thigh.
"So quick," he breathed, and she said, "Sorry."
Whipping up her panties, she blotted at her wet mound with
them, let them snap into place and hoped her skirt would hide the
stains. She said, "Carey, you're a doll and I love you, but you
must leave now. I'll try to see you tomorrow."
"That's a long time off, and my father will probably get to
you first."
She sat behind the wheel again and patted his cheek. "Pull
up your jeans, darling, even though it's a shame to hide such a
beautiful young prick. And don't be jealous of your own father--or
of my husband, either. I have enough hot sex to go around for all
of you. It's just a matter of juggling it all around and finding
time for everyone, without letting at least two of them know. You
and I know that we're fucking, but your father and my husband
don't know. You know that I'm also screwing your daddy, but my
husband doesn't know that, either. And for now, I'd like very
much to keep it that way."
He adjusted his pants and tucked in his tee-shirt. "I just
wish we didn't have to hide and sneak, that we could all fuck you
whenever we want."
Regina said thoughtfully, "So do I, darling. It would be so
much easier on us all, and it would be honest. I wonder what we
can do about it."
Carey Baker got out of her car, but leaned his forearms on
the window and said, "Maybe we could get my mom to go for your
husband."
Regina stared at him. "Your--mother? You wouldn't mind
that, knowing that your very own mother was fucking another man?"
He looked away, his cheeks turning red. "No, I guess not.
The idea kind of turns me on, even. And if Mom did screw Mr.
Abbott, then my father couldn't get mad about it--since he's
screwing you."
"That's right," Regina said slowly. "In fact, that's a very
good idea, Carey. Your mother is a beautiful woman, and I imagine
that my husband has been eyeing her for some years now, but
without ever getting up the nerve to lay a hand on her. Yes, I
think that Bill could very easily be seduced by Stella--but she
would have to take the initiative; he doesn't have the guts to
start anything with her."
He said, "I guess you have to start it off. Maybe you could
talk to Mom, or something."
She whistled soundlessly. "That's a big order. If Stella
blows up--" but she thought of what would happen if Stella
accepted the idea enthusiastically, if she took on Bill and left
Regina a free field with Chuck and Carey. That was trading one
for two, which wasn't a bad deal.
And if Stella Baker did raise hell and possibly make Chuck
move out of the neighborhood, that wouldn't stop Regina from
having dates with the Baker males. It would just make them a bit
more difficult, but it would also cut down the chances of
discovery by her own family.
"Darling," she said, "I'll work on it. Meanwhile, be careful
as you can, and Carey--thank you for being so sweet and so horny."
She shopped in a daze, picking things from the gourmet
shelves, overlying her guilts with goodies for her family. If she
didn't get Bill into screwing with Stella, Regina's family would
all be fat. It was funny, she thought, how she didn't feel at all
jealous of her husband now that she had strayed from the marital
path herself. She could picture Bill and Stella fucking away, and
not get angry.
Checking out at the counter, she thought that the contrary
was true, that instead of getting mad at Bill, actually seeing him
screw her best girlfriend would turn Regina on. She could imagine
them naked together, Bill's brown pubic hair blending with
Stella's curly black pussy hair. Shivering, Regina took her
grocery cart out to her car. The very idea was making her hot,
even though she had been fucked only a few minutes before.
She drove home slowly, turning plans over in her mind and
discarding them when she saw the holes in them. There was really
no other way than to approach Stella directly, or rather, while
she had a few drinks in her. Stella was always looser and easier,
when she had downed a few.
That afternoon, Regina decided; she could go over and con
Stella into drinking with her, make up some story of a new
unhappiness or something. Then she could spring the idea of
husband-swapping on her friend and see if it took.
Later on, Stella could discover that Regina had also been
fucking her son. Regina pulled her car into the garage and
thought: son. It was right here that she'd crawled on top of
Carey Baker for that last quick but delicious screw. Would her
own son be thinking about Stella like that, horny for the dreamed-
of chance to get into an older woman's cunt?
Maybe Dale was just as hot to fuck something; maybe he was
also a cherry, a virgin boy eager to spill a load of young semen
into some experienced pussy. The idea shook her and she sat with
her thighs pressed together to still a weird throbbing deep within
the tissues of her mound.
Oh no, she thought; it was impossible for her to be imagining
anything like screwing her own son. No way; never. That was
incest of the worst sort, and she would not even consider it.
She'd gotten tangled in her thinking, matching Dale with Stella;
it had only been the admittedly exciting imagery of picturing him
with her friend that had turned her on. She'd gotten the same
excitement thinking of Stella and Bill, hadn't she?
Sliding from behind the wheel, Regina took two grocery bags
and grunted into the house with them. When Dale came drifting
through the kitchen to lift them from her arms, the brush of her
son's hand across her arm was a physical and psychic shock.
Covering up, she said, "Thanks--and there are two more bags
in the car." Not looking at him, she was very conscious of his
nearness, of his young vibrant manhood.
Piling things helter skelter into the refrigerator and
cupboards, Regina hurried to get out of the kitchen, out of the
house, before her son somehow managed to touch her again. She was
too tense for that, too involved in a maelstrom of emotional
planning. Once she got the mate-trading underway, a lot of the
pressure would be off her, and she could go back to thinking more
or less conventionally.
Scooping up a fifth of gin on the way out, she crossed the
back yard and ducked through the hedge fence that separated the
Abbott and Baker properties. Rattling the kitchen doorknob, she
opened the door, stuck her head in and called "Hey, anybody home?
Stella?"
A voice floated from the interior of the house. "Regina?
Grab a cup of coffee; I'll be there in a minute."
And after they'd had two drinks, Stella said, "What the hell
is this all about, boozing it up in the daytime? Not that I mind
something to break the monotony, understand; I'm bored out of my
skull."
That would help, Regina thought, splashing more gin over the
ice in their glasses. She'd been feeling the same way herself,
until this woman's husband had begun an affair with her. She
looked at Stella now, and knew that they had shared the same
prick. It gave her a peculiar feeling, sitting close to her best
friend and wondering how to start the conversation that would lead
to better things for them both.
"I know what it's like to be bored and lonely," she said. "I
guess it happens to all marriages sooner or later. I mean, we
love our husbands, but it's the boring routine--"
Stella sipped her drink. "And the lack of boring, when there
should be, if you know what I mean. Or maybe women are just more
sexed than men?"
Regina smiled, thinking of Chuck's eagerness for a new pussy
and the strength, the power of his fucking. She looked closely at
Stella and saw the beauty of her friend, the small loveliness of
body and face, the olive skin and the midnight black hair that
curled appealingly in a shag.
Bill would go out of his mind with this gorgeous little woman
stripped and waiting open-legged for him on a bed. Regina leaned
over and poured more gin. "Stella--what would you say if I told
you I'm having an affair?"
Stella blinked dark eyes at her. "I'd say wow! And that I
envy you for having the nerve. Who is it, Regina? Do I know
him?"
Regina nodded. "You know him very well. But I don't know if
I have the nerve to tell you who he is. I mean--look, Stella--I
never want to lose your friendship; I love you, and--oh hell.
This is even more difficult than I thought it would be." She
gulped her drink and made a face. She was feeling the gin now,
knowing its warmth, and it was giving her courage to continue.
Taking a deep breath; she said: "How would you like to swing with
another man, too?"
"I'd like it fine," Stella said without hesitation. "but
there's always a hang-up. With me, it's the fear that word will
get back to Chuck. I don't want to lose him, but I do feel a need
for romance, and if I was certain that the guy would be discreet
and tender and wouldn't open his big mouth--"
"I'm sure this one wouldn't spread gossip around," Regina
said. "The only trick is to seduce him, and you can sure as hell
do that, if you put that fabulous little body to work on him."
Stella lifted a dark eyebrow. "You're serious, aren't you?
And just who is this paragon of discretion you want me to seduce?"
Regina said it quickly: "Bill."
"W-who?" Ice rattled in Stella's glass.
"Bill, my husband. He's been staring at you for years."
Stella downed her drink swiftly. "I--Regina, I don't
understand--"
Regina took the plunge. "It's really a matter of trading,
since the affair I'm having is with Chuck."
Stella stared, and the silence drew taut. Then she said,
"Well--I'll be damned! So, that's where his energy's been going.
Chuck and you; I should have known it would happen sometime. But
you--him--"
"He's a great lover," Regina said. "With me, anyway. And
I'm sure Bill will be rejuvenated with you. You'll be very good
for each other."
Stella laughed. "Sure we will. Why the hell not?"
Chapter 6
Stella was slightly smashed, but there was a hot glow in her
eyes and a dampness to her lush mouth. "Never thought I'd be
discussing my husband's sexual prowess--or lack of same--with you,
Regina. But here we sit, getting loaded and I'm not ripping your
eyes out. In fact, I'm kind of tickled at the whole thing. I'm
excited, too. It's all so wild and crazy."
Regina reached out and touched her friend's hand. Stella's
skin was like olive-colored velvet, that soft and smooth. She
said, "Stella--it is wild and wonderful, and you'll just about go
out of your head with Bill. Haven't you ever wondered how it
would be with him, if he would screw any different than your own
husband?"
The other woman held up her glass for a refill. "Yes, I have.
I envied you, because Bill always seemed so attentive, and I
thought: lucky girl--she's getting all the laying she wants. Oh
damn; I'm getting myself all mixed up, too. Maybe I'm just
scared. I never--never screwed anybody else since I married
Chuck, and only two boys before him. I--I don't know--"
Regina squeezed her hand. "You'll be perfect, and Bill will
be the luckiest guy around. You may have to push it at first,
make it really plain that you want him to fuck you right away, but
once he gets started, there'll be no stopping him. And Stella,
darling--he doesn't know about Chuck yet. I'll tell him after he
screws you, so he won't be able to be self-righteous."
Stella laughed. "Regina," she said, "you are really a
bitch."
"I know," she answered, "and isn't it fun? Let's have
another drink, darling."
They drank some more and got silly; they made plans and
discarded them, but finally came up with one that seemed to be
reasonably sensible. The kids would all be sent out to movies, and
supplied with enough money to feed them afterward. Regina was to
get Chuck aside and make him, no matter how scary he got.
That would leave the field clear for Stella and Bill.
Dressed in her sexy best, Stella would get Bill to lay her, over
here in her own house. It would be a hurry-up thing, the first
time around, a quick screwing because Bill would be worrying about
his wife and her husband, only next door.
But after the first dipping of his cock, Bill would be
trapped, drawn into the web of swapping as Stella was being
brought in. And Chuck? He had no choice, they said; not unless he
wanted to give up his newfound romance with Regina's willing
pussy.
Going back home later, lightheaded and giggly, Regina thought
that the only thing she hadn't been honest about, was something
that would have hurt. Stella didn't have to know that her son was
fucking Regina--not yet, anyhow. There'd be time enough for that
later, after dear Stella had adjusted to being screwed by a
strange cock.
Into the house, Regina headed for the bathroom. She needed a
long soak in a hot tub, and time to think what a great, swinging
affair was coming up. Both men had a big surprise coming, and she
couldn't help wondering how they would take it. Climbing into the
steamy tub, she also wondered if Bill would go down.
Evidently Stella was familiar with oral love, and if she was
really turned on, would teach Bill to do it. Smiling to herself,
Regina soaped her good body thoroughly, rubbing her tits until the
nipples stood tall and hard, then running a hand over her mound
until the bubbles drifted over wet and golden curled pubic hairs.
She was highly excited, turned more passionate by the idea of
her husband fucking her best friend, and seeing some vague imagery
beyond that immediate picture, a shadowy scene of the four of them
getting together. It was so wild that she could barely restrain
herself from slipping a finger into her aching cunt.
Gritting her teeth, she gripped the side of the tub and
forced the heat to subside. She wanted to save herself for the
coming evening, for the exchange of fucking that might very well
turn into an orgy. A real, live orgy, she thought. Four naked
people screwing and sucking each other, and whatever else four
naked and lustful people could do with and to each other.
She shivered in anticipation and slipped farther down into
the hot water, making waves that tickled her nipples, hiding her
pulsating cunt beneath the surface. She relaxed then, stretched
her long legs and was happy with the wet, shining modeling of
them, with the way they tapered and with their sleekness. All
three of her men adored being wrapped in them as they fucked her.
Climbing from the tub, she toweled herself well, loving the
roughness of the towel against her flesh. Still, she supposed
that men dug little legs, too--like Stella had. They were very
shapely and somehow reminded Regina of a little girl. Men must
like the idea of screwing a little girl.
She stared wide-eyed into the full-length mirror. If she had
known fleeting thoughts about laying her own son, might not both
Chuck and Bill have had the same kind of ideas--throttled of
course--about their own daughters?
Regina shook her head and hid her face from view. It was all
very weird, such thoughts no doubt brought on by a combination of
things--the sudden and crazy increase in screwing she had recently
had, and the unusual amount of gin she'd consumed that afternoon.
She'd have to go light on the sauce tonight; she sure as hell
didn't want to get smashed and pass out, spoiling the party for
everyone.
Dabbing on a goodly amount of musky perfume, she wrapped the
towel around her body and peeped from the bathroom. Nobody was in
the hall, so she scurried down it to her own room and inside.
Just a robe, she thought; until she got the ball rolling. Then
she'd choose a slinky gown and wear it with nothing underneath.
Chuck would dig that, and it was probably the same thing his wife
had in mind.
Deliberately picking her shabbiest robe, Regina pulled it on
and went downstairs to make arrangements without getting anyone
suspicious.
The kids were happy to get the windfall, and were immediately
on the phone to the Baker kids next door. Watching her daughter
call, Regina couldn't stop herself from wondering about Monica now
that Carey Baker knew how to fuck. Would he try to get into the
girl's panties? Not very likely, with her brother along, Regina
decided, and gave them her blessings as they scooted for the door.
"Hey," Bill said, "what was that all about?"
"About a little party over at the Bakers," she said. "For
adults only."
"Sounds good, but can we come home early? After that ball we
had, I think I'd like to get to know my wife better. In bed, that
is."
She went over and kissed him, her robe falling open to expose
the round golden mounds of her tits. "Sure, Bill. But I promised
Stella we'd have a few drinks over there."
He caressed her tit, but when his hand slipped down to fondle
between her thighs, she laughed and stepped away from him. "Come
on now. I promise you'll get all the pussy you can handle
tonight--and more."
So he followed her obediently when they crossed the yard to
the Baker house. She wore the black dress, a frothy thing the
length of a mini, and with almost no back. The front dipped low,
too, and she felt deliciously evil, not wearing a bra or panties.
Stella welcomed them effusively, as if they hadn't been
around for months, wearing a pale grey gown touched with a vivid
splash of red that set off her olive skin perfectly. It also
called attention to the fact that she had a very shapely ass and
tits that stood high without benefit of bra.
Putting her lips close to Regina's ear, Stella whispered,
"Oh, I'm so excited. Do I look okay? Do you think he'll notice
me?"
Regina said, "If he doesn't, he's blind. Hit him with a
couple of doubles and you'll be on your way, darling. And good
screwing."
"Oh!" Stella gasped, and skipped away, her cute little ass
swinging. Glancing suddenly at her husband, Regina saw his eyes
following the motions. Good, she thought; Bill was interested,
and they'd see to it he was more so as the evening wore on.
Chuck was a bit too proper, somewhat awkward around her,
until Regina got an opportunity to whisper: "I'll fake an
emergency with the lights at my place. You know how helpless Bill
is with electricity, so that'll give us a chance to be together
over there. I'm hot for you, darling."
They danced and drank, and danced some more. From the corner
of her eye, Regina saw that Stella was really rubbing it into
Bill, that he was trying to hold off, that his face was flushed
and sweaty. She kept Chuck busy so he didn't notice.
When she pulled her lights-out routine and asked Chuck to
come help, her own husband protested weakly, but she could tell he
wasn't at all interested in going with them to "fix" things. He
was too intrigued by the sudden attention Stella Baker was paying
him, and Regina thought that Bill was also somehow hoping for a
miracle that would carry her allure farther. Bill probably wasn't
really believing that himself, but he was in for a severe shock,
because his little hot dream would very soon be coming true.
Going across the back yard, she felt his hand cup one cheek
of her ass, and Chuck said at her ear: "How'd you manage this? I
know Stella is high, but what about Bill?"
"Let's not worry about him, darling," she said, letting them
into the kitchen, but not turning on the light. She turned to him
instead, pressing the length of her body against his and feeling
the immediate rising of his prick between them.
"There's time," he said softly, fondling her tits, then
dropping his hands to her buttocks so he could yank her hard to
him while he ground his staff into her belly. "There's time, if
we hurry."
She smiled in the darkness, kissed him and fed him her
tongue, then pulled back to say: "Have you ever fucked a woman on
her own kitchen table?"
"Damn," he whispered in awe. "You are something else, baby."
His strong hands caught her around her slim waist, and Regina
was lifted to the table top, her legs going wide. She hiked her
dress high, got it crumpled up past her hips and exposed the hairy
mound of her pussy for his caressing hand.
In the dark, in the spicy, exciting dark, she kissed him
savagely, biting at his lips and running her tongue all the way
back to his throat. She thought of what must be already going on
next door, of her husband and his wife in each other's arms. It
was so thrilling, just the concept, the sneaky-inciting feeling of
everybody taking something, of everyone receiving something, too.
Her cunt blazed, softened and turned juicy. She bucked it up
against the heel of his hand, and his thumb rode along her labia,
up to her pelvis. "Oh Chuck! Fuck me. Please hurry and fuck me,
before I go right out of my mind."
"Yeah," he panted, "we have to hurry, in case they get
suspicious over there. I'll just drop my pants and get my cock
out of my shorts--ahh, Regina--your pussy is soft and warm. Your
cunt hairs are tickling the head of my prick. Feel it there,
darling--feel it?"
"Oh yes, yes. Shove it on in, Chuck--ease it up into my
pussy. Oh yes--yes, that's it, baby! Yes, fine, fine--ahhh--"
She knew the glorious sensation of his entering knob, the
spongy-hard pressure that separated her labia and forced the way
for his shaft. Regina lifted to the challenge, drew up her knees
and brought her feet into contact with his back, then to the crack
of his ass.
Digging in her heels, she drove him deeper into the wet
grasping of her pussy. Chuck burrowed in until his balls came to
rest against her slit, and immediately he began to stroke, to
thrust back and forth into her vagina, stimulating her clitoris
with every sensuous movement.
"Beautiful hard prick," she gasped. "Wonderful stiff cock.
Feed it to me, Chuck. Screw me hard and mean; fuck me, oh--fuck
me!"
He answered by stepping up his pace, by cramming his hard
prick almost brutally home into her suctioning cunt. Pounding it
deep, pulling back for another savage stroke, Chuck had his hands
on her waist to keep her from sliding off the table as he fucked
her.
Regina held to him by the shoulders, kissed him, tongued him,
panted into his open mouth. Her heels helped him to rock in into
her smoothly, kept him from backing his shaft too far out of her
snatch. She rode the driving cock blissfully, twisted and turned
upon the impaling length of it, took it far up into her vaginal
cup and knew the bumping of its head against her womb.
It was good for her, highlighted by the stray thoughts that
perhaps her husband was slamming his own hard prick into Chuck's
lovely wife, just as she was coming on Chuck's cock. She hunched
and shuddered, and was coming in ecstasy, moaning and clawing at
his back while his prick continued to slam into her oily hot
pussy.
Chuck came a few strokes later, and she wrapped her legs
around the small of his back as he did, reveling in the hot
gushing of his semen, in the splatter of the near-blistering come
that inundated the walls of her vagina. Oh, how she loved to fuck
this man, how she adored every small wiggle of his cock within her
pussy, how she loved each quiver of his ass.
Slowly, her legs eased down, slipped off his hips and hung
over the edge of her kitchen table. Incongruously she thought
that breakfast here would never be the same again, that she would
always remember the fucking that had happened on the table. How
could corn flakes compare with that?
Chuck pulled his cock from the reluctant lips of her cunt,
and some slippery liquids followed it outside to puddle in the
crack of her ass. He said, "That was great, darling--but we'd
better hurry back to my house, before our spouses get all upset at
us being gone so long. And by the way, what light was I supposed
to have fixed?"
She climbed down from the table and made smoothing motions
across her dress, wondering if any leaking semen would spot
through, but then deciding that she didn't really give a damn.
She wanted to wear the wet stain of his come as a badge of joy, as
a proud sign of her happiness.
"You fixed the kitchen light," she said, "the one over the
sink. But you know what? I don't think anyone is going to ask
about lights. I have a pretty good idea that our loving spouses
are doing just what we've been doing--loving."
Chuck stopped dead in his tracks. "What do you mean? You
think that Stella--Stella--"
In the dark, she turned to him and found his face with both
hands, found his stiff body with her own pliant one. "I know
Stella is making it. If Bill isn't too chicken to let her seduce
him, that is. I'm betting he isn't that scared, not with your wife
pushing that gorgeous little body up to him the way she was doing,
even before we left the party."
"Wait a minute," Chuck said. "My wife--"
"And Bill's wife," she reminded him. "Or would you rather
give me up?"
"I didn't say--but I can't believe that Stella would make it
with Bill--I mean, she's so withdrawn, so wrapped up in her kids--
I--oh hell; I don't know what the hell I think!"
She took him by the hand, led him gently back out through the
kitchen door. "Don't think, then--just react, darling. I don't
know about you, but I know that I'm turned on by the idea.
They'll make a lovely couple, fucking."
"Oh damn," Chuck muttered, but allowed her to lead him into
his own yard and up to the back porch. She felt his resistance
there, and he still hung back a little as she dragged him to the
doorway of the living room.
Her breath caught in her throat as he saw them in the lighted
room, saw their naked bodies intertwined in the embrace of love.
She'd been right; they were a beautiful couple.
Stella was straddling Bill, and her back was to them as they
stood transfixed and watched. Regina could see the polished red
shaft of her husband's cock sliding in and out of the black-haired
cunt lips, see the slow movement of his balls. Mostly, she could
see the spread thighs and rounded ass cheeks of Stella Baker.
Regina felt Chuck's hands clench hers so tightly that she was
hurt, but she made no sound that carried over the muffled beating
of her heart. She knew what Chuck was feeling, for the same
violent emotions were racing through her own head, her own body.
They were both seeing their mates fucking someone else, actually
witnessing the frenzied screwing of a man and woman who meant so
much to them.
But Stella was grinding sensuously upon Bill's upright prick,
and Bill was stroking her hips gently as they fucked, so Regina
could not help but feel the love that flowed from the interlocked
bodies. The sex was strong, too--the lust and lasciviousness that
hung about the fucking pair like an aura.
Regina had never been so turned on, and she felt every pore
of her body, each hair and crevice and tender part of skin and
flesh and tissue. Her eyes were wide and a pulse beat insanely in
her throat as she stared at the man she loved and the woman who
was her best friend.
Stella lifted her ass and the greasy rod was exposed; she
lowered it gently, twisting, and the long cock was buried in her
richly-haired pussy.
Beside her, Chuck whispered tensely: "Look at her ride his
cock. She fucks slow like that, grinds and squeezes her tight
pussy on a prick; she's still almost as tight as a girl, and she
loves to fuck. You can see that she really loves to ride his
meat."
As quietly, she said to him in turn, "Does it bother you,
seeing another man's meat in your wife's cunt?"
"Yes," he said, "but not the way I always figured it would.
It's--it's kind of like his cock was mine, and like I want him to
see and feel and know what a wonderful fuck she is. I'm proud of
my wife, and how else can my friend really know how wonderful she
is, unless he fucks her?"
Regina nodded and let go of his hand so that she could reach
to find his prick, hidden in his slacks. It was rock-hard and
bulging, even though he had released a tremendous load of semen
only minutes before. She caressed his cock, zipped down his fly
and took it out into her fingers, cuddling its velveted iron
warmth.
"That's right," she said, "I feel very much like that, as if
I was sharing something very precious. Not losing anything, but
enriching it through the sharing."
His hand lifted from around her waist and cupped her tit.
"She's giving him a long, slow fuck. The inside of Stella's cunt
is like hot satin now, all slippery and slidy around his prick."
"Yes," she breathed in answer. "And by the way she's shaking
that lovely little ass, she's close to coming. Bill, too--if you
watch how his balls are beginning to jerk up and down."
"Wow," Bill murmured, "a guy's prick just about to go off
inside my wife's sweet pussy. I may cream in your hand, Regina."
She stopped masturbating him. "Save it, darling. Oh look--
look!" And then they both fell silent because the others were
talking.
Stella Baker cried out: "I'm coming, Bill! Oh you nice hard
bastard--I'm coming!"
And Bill Abbott answered, "D-darling--me, too! My prick is
letting it go--here comes my cream, Stella. I'm coming in your
hot snatch--pumping you full of my come!"
They blurred together then, twisting and hunching, and Regina
heard the slap-slap of her husband's balls as they bounced up to
bang into the gyrating crack of Stella's polished ass. Bill's
fingers dug into her waist, and his mouth lifted up to suck in the
dangled offering of her tit. Sloshing noises rose from their
crotches, and their moans were background to the liquid pounding.
Regina squeezed hard on Chuck's stiff cock; together, they
watched their mates shudder to completion, his wife and her
husband in the throes of orgasm, coming grandly and in wild
spasms. It was beautiful, she thought; it was lovely.
Chapter 7
She didn't quite have the nerve to just walk in on them; the
shock might have been too great for all concerned. Regina had
wanted to do it, very much. She had balanced for a ragged moment
upon the precipice, needing to just leap naked into a tangle with
Stella and Bill, and to drag in Chuck, also.
But of course, that wouldn't have worked at all. Not yet.
There could have been complications--guilt and shock and
embarrassment. Backing away, she had saved them all that, spared
them the agonies of indecision.
"Come on," she hissed to Chuck, and still holding him by the
prick, led him tiptoeing past the collapsed pair on the living
room floor. Since she knew their house almost as well as her own,
Regina steered Chuck into the nearest bedroom, one right off the
hall where they could peep out at their spouses and not be seen
themselves.
"Lie down here with me," she said softly. "I'll put one leg
over you and we can lie here side by side, screwing while they
recover their strength. Since they didn't hear us come in, and
since your wife knows I'm fucking you, she won't be worried about
the length of time we're gone. Of course, we'll have to break up
this good screwing before all the kids come home, but there's
hours until then."
With the head of his prick at the wet entrance to her pussy,
Chuck Baker said, "Stella knows I've been laying you?"
"Sure--that's how she and I set you two guys up tonight."
"That's sneaky," he said, and gave a sudden thrust that
forced his cock inside her damply willing cunt.
With an answering wiggle of her crotch, Regina said, "So is
that. Let's just lie here and fuck quietly, until they get it on
again out there. They will, before too long; they're just getting
to know each other--like we did, in the beginning, remember?"
Chuck worked his shaft inside the clinging hotness of her
well-lubricated pussy. "That was only a couple of days ago, baby.
Hey--they're beginning to stir around; Stella's climbing off him
now, and man--look at his cock, all slick and gleaming--still some
come drops on the head of it, too."
Regina watched every move of the other couple, wishing that
they could be side by side, even touching. A shudder rippled
through her then, as she imagined the wildest thing ever--all four
of them fucking happily away, and changing partners back and
forth.
Her cunt gripped Chuck's prick and massaged it; rolling her
hips, she pulled his thrusts deeper into herself, grinding her
pelvis into his while he fondled her ass, while he nuzzled her
throat.
He said, "She's kissing him, lying on top of him and playing
with his cock. Stella does that sometimes, usually when she
hasn't been entirely satisfied and means to go down on me--on him,
now. Man, man; that's it! She's going to eat your husband's
prick."
"How nice," Regina said, squirming on his prick. "This will
be another first for Bill--he's never been eaten by another woman.
In fact, he's only been eaten once, by me; but he's learned to
like it."
Chuck stroked into her, his cock hard and long, bigger around
than her husband's tool, bigger and longer than his son's penis.
Guiltily, she remembered Carey and the boy's sex hunger for her.
And maybe for someone else, she recalled, but put that out of her
mind for the moment. There were too many things going on right
now for her to be dwelling on future possibilities. One way or
the other, young Carey Baker would get all the fucking he could
handle.
Chuck said, "He'll have to eat her cunt, too. My wife really
digs doing sixty-nine. Has he ever gone down on you, Regina?"
"Yes," she said, "just once, and I had to practically force
him into doing it for me then. But once he got going, Bill
stopped being uptight about eating pussy and did a great job."
She fell quiet then, watching the tableau before them, seeing
the attractive darkness of the other woman, the small and sexy
body that was so determined to swing with her husband all night.
Stella was busily kissing down Bill's belly, and he was arching
his back, trembling visibly at her caresses. It wasn't until she
had reached his pelvic area that she crawled around with the lower
portion of her trimly rounded body and poised astraddle his head.
"There she goes," Chuck breathed. "I knew she couldn't just
go down on him without getting in on the goodies herself."
There was an entirely different feel to it, Regina thought,
lying there and being fucked by one man, while watching another
woman kiss the shaft of her husband's cock. It was far more
stimulating to see sex and to feel it at the same time, and when
the watched sex was someone she loved, the sensations were
heightened considerably.
She saw Stella's black-haired crotch, dripping from its
fucking, lower to cover Bill's face, and a sharp stab of rapture
flashed through her. Her eyes were half-glazed, and she used them
to see Stella's hungry mouth cover the head of Bill's cock.
Stella's ivory cheeks dipped in as she sucked on the knob, and
Bill's ass rolled against the carpet in a new ecstasy.
"They're sucking each other off," she murmured. "They
fucked, and now they're eating each other." She gave a twist of
her pelvis that made Chuck's slowly thrusting cock rub more
violently against her sensitive clitoris.
"Beautiful," Chuck said, ramming his prick home a little
harder, a little faster. "Never thought I'd get a kick out of
seeing my wife's lips wrapped around another man's prick, but I
do--I sure as hell do. Look at her sucking him--look how he's
eating up into her hot pussy!"
"Uh!" Regina grunted. "Oh--uh!" It was so good, so
thrilling, knowing the slide of his prick in her pussy, watching
his wife and her husband do a sixty-nine.
She fought to hold her eyes open, when they wanted so much to
close in rapture, and she ground her pussy savagely onto Chuck's
lunging cock while she pressed her tits hard into his chest,
rubbing the nipples back and forth to further stimulate him, and
herself.
It was wild and it was intense, and the orgasm burst madly
within her vagina before she knew it was coming. Regina shuddered
and heaved, snapping her cunt down on Chuck's pounding shaft as
she came. It was terrific, a pinwheeling of hot flashes and a
strobelight scattering of feelings both violent and tender. Her
ass trembled, and she felt the gentle intrusion of Chuck's little
finger, without remembering when he first started prodding softly
at her asshole.
That tickled, too, and Regina bucked crazily in the throes of
her climax, slammed her crotch against the pole that was fucking,
fucking into her blazing cunt.
Chuck said aloud: "Oh! Oh baby--coming, coming--COMING!"
The come blew from the end of his imbedded cock, hissed hotly
into the gulping of her hole, spewing its thick and creamy boiling
liquid throughout her vagina. His balls jerked against the crack
of her ass, and his fingertip slipped into the tight little ring
itself.
Gasping, Regina dug her nails into his back and rotated her
pelvis furiously against his hairy crotch. Then she sighed in
completion, rocked gently with the subsiding waves of warm love
that flooded her being. Her eyelids fluttered, and with an
effort, she focused upon the two naked people in the other room.
She saw something different. She watched in amazement as
Stella lifted her siphoning mouth from Bill's upright prick, just
at the moment of ejaculation. Stella had fingers wrapped around
the thick base of the cock, and was fondling it, but her mouth
backed off at the very second he began to come. But she didn't
lose a drop, Regina saw; she caught all the spurting white stuff
as she would drink from a squirting fountain, letting it spit up
into her open lips.
Her fingers played up and down his shaft, stimulating him to
greater discharge, and Bill responded by gushing more hot juice
into her mouth. After the second pulsing of come, Stella lowered
her mouth again, and Bill's cock all but vanished from sight.
Why, thought Regina, the other woman must have the head of
that prick all the way in her throat. Stella's cheeks dipped
hollowly again, and she was sucking, pulling, drawing, every
single droplet of semen from the stiffly throbbing prickhead. She
was good at sucking off a man, Regina saw; Stella was truly an
expert, and one who obviously loved her work.
And her husband Bill--he was wiggling with happiness as she
blew him, and as he worked her pussy like an orange, sucking and
lapping avidly. Stella groaned around his cock, and her trimly
modeled ass heaved up and down. She was coming then, reaching a
fantastic orgasm, her clit shivering and pulsating while Bill
nipped it, rolled it between his teeth. Regina saw and felt it as
if her husband were doing it to her, instead of to Stella Baker.
But she didn't begrudge Stella the ecstasy; she really
didn't. She was thrilled that her husband could enjoy giving such
pleasure to the lovely woman who had so marvelously reciprocated
by sucking his prick.
They moved apart as she watched, Stella lifting, crawling
aside on her hands and knees, Bill lying there relaxed and supine,
his well-worked cock still stiffly erect, but drained of all semen
for a while. His balls had turned out two huge loads of come in a
short time; they must be working overtime now, catching up,
replenishing the supply.
Stella crawled farther, came nearer, and Regina felt Chuck
stiffen against her, felt his prick suddenly whip out of her
snatch, and before she could do more than take a deep breath, her
lover was gone, scared away by the approach of his wife. Regina
came to a kneeling position, her tits jutting proudly out, Chuck's
semen frothy upon her pubic hairs.
Stella stayed on all fours, her own fine tits hanging down.
Through a curly tangle of black hair, her dark brown eyes peered
at Regina. "Thought I heard somebody in here. Chuck was with
you?"
"Was," Regina answered. "He got frightened away."
"Tell him not to be scared," Stella breathed, coming up to
her knees, staring sultry-eyed at Regina. "You're a beautiful
woman; no wonder Chuck's attracted to you."
"You're lovely, too," Regina said. "Bill and Chuck both are
very lucky guys."
Stella's smile was bright. "Regina--"
"In time," Regina said. "What we have to do now, is to get
everybody together, and make this affair a real, swinging one.
Don't you want it that way--all honest and above board, with the
four of us screwing together, making love together?"
Stella nodded. "Of course, I do. I could go for that right
now, but the men--" she turned her head. "Look! Bill has scooted
off, too."
Regina held out a hand and the other woman took it.
Together, they stood up, staring deeply into each other's eyes,
possibly seeing into each other's souls. Regina said then, "It's
a little late tonight, and the guys are probably pooped out. But
tomorrow, if we can get rid of the kids--"
"Sure, Stella said, and stepped close, standing tiptoe so
that her nipples could reach Regina's tits. A spark shot through
Regina at the merest brushing of nipple to nipple, and she said
huskily: I'd better go find Bill. You can talk to your husband."
"I will," Stella promised, and held up her lips to be kissed.
Regina could not resist, even though she knew those same lips had
just a moment ago sucked all the come from her own husband's
prick. Stella's mouth was soft and knowing, filled with treasures
and promises, and Regina realized only the hot whiplash of the
other woman's delicate tongue before breaking away with a gasp.
"Oh, wow! I--I'd better go right now, before I get mixed
into something I don't even understand--and before the kids come
home."
Petulantly, Stella said, "Oh, screw the kids! But I guess
you're right, darling. Tomorrow will be better all the way
around. Goodnight for now."
"For now," Regina agreed, and thought how close Stella's
remark about screwing the kids had come to reality. She hurried
from the house, wondering what Stella's feelings would be when the
other woman learned that Regina was already being fucked by her
son, by young Carey Baker. Would there be anger, the outraged
mother blazing forth? Would there be shock and disgust--or even
jealousy?
None of that would be very good for their new and swiftly
blooming relationship, but if Stella understood, if she even
approved of her son being taught sexually by Regina, then all
would be smooth, for everybody.
She went into her own house and flicked on the kitchen light,
sparing a grin for the table where she had been fucked by Chuck
Baker. Bill wasn't in the living room, so she climbed the stairs
and found him in their own bedroom.
"Hi, darling."
He rolled over on the bed, covered by a sheet. "Did you
actually watch me making it with Stella?"
"Sure, and you were both great. Especially during the sixty-
nine act; you really learned oral sex in a hurry."
Bill said, "Damn it! You set it up with Stella in the first
place; she told me so. She also told me that you've been screwing
Chuck. Is that right?"
She sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled off her
wrinkled dress, working it up over her head. "Yes, that's right.
I enjoy fucking him as much as you dig fucking his wife. Does
that make us both some kind of monster? Or rather, does it make
all four of us perverts or something?"
He looked away from her. "I--it's kind of different, for a
man."
"Like hell," she said. "You should have seen how turned on
Chuck got, seeing you put the meat to Stella. When you ate each
other, he was fucking me in the next room, and we both watched you
two make it, until we came ourselves."
He bit his lips. "That's a weird way to talk to your
husband, describing how you and another man screwed."
She reached over and placed her palm flat on his lower belly.
"Don't act like such a prude, when you're really not. I can see
that you've got about half a hard-on under that sheet.
Surprising, isn't it--how you can get your prick up after coming
twice, just a little while ago?"
"Regina--"
Leaning over, she kissed him softly on the mouth, and thought
for a fleeting second that she could taste the vaginal flavors of
Stella's pussy. Maybe it was only her imagination, but the idea
excited her tremendously.
She said, "You like it, darling, so admit it. You get a kick
out of thinking about me taking another man's cock in my cunt. I
can feel your cock rising in my hand right now. Here--I'll pull
back the sheet and lie down beside you, and I'll tell you all
about it, tell you exactly how I felt tonight when I was fucking
Chuck Baker. Or would you rather hear all the details about the
very first time we screwed?"
He buried his hot face between her tits, and his hands sought
the warm comfort of her hips. Bill's voice was muffled when he
replied: "The first time. It was the first time you ever fucked
anybody else, wasn't it?"
She stroked his hair and pushed her belly closer to his.
"Yes, dear. Just a couple of days ago. I never screwed anybody
but you, before then."
She could barely hear him when he said, "Tell me all of it,
how his prick felt, everything."
Chapter 8
Her voice slow and easy, Regina described her first marital
misstep to her husband, gently massaging his erect prick as she
did so. After two recent ejaculations, he would not come again
soon, if any more that night, but she could make it pleasantly
erotic for him.
"It was a shock, really--feeling his prick enter my pussy for
the first time. He's a little bigger than you, dear, as you'll
see very soon. That didn't make much difference, though; what
did, was the knowledge that he was actually fucking me, that
another man's cock besides yours was really in my pussy. I almost
came with the very first stroke."
His lips closed over one of her nipples, and around it Bill
asked, "Did he kiss you a lot first, feel your snatch and play
with your tits?"
"Yes, darling. And we fucked quickly, I think. I know it
didn't seem to last long enough, and then--Chuck taught me how to
go down on him."
His voice was a mumble "You sucked him off? What--how did you
handle the--I mean--"
She stroked his prick, fondled his head. "Did I swallow his
come, you mean? Yes, I did. I swallowed every hot, thick drop of
Chuck's semen, darling."
He shuddered against her and his mouth pulled hard on her
nipple. She continued to tell the story, describing in vivid
detail every move, every word and response of her first sexual
encounter with her husband's best friend. As she talked, he got
more and more excited, and so she simply rolled him over onto his
back and mounted him.
"There, dear--isn't that better? You can keep your prick in
here where Chuck had his twice tonight? Did I tell you that he
fucked me on the kitchen table, that I wrapped my legs around him
while he rammed that big meat pole up my cunt? It was after that,
we sneaked back over to their house and saw Stella riding you like
a horse. Well, almost--she was bouncing up and down on your
prick, though."
He thrust up into her, his prick delightfully stiff now, and
she said, "Do you feel anything different inside my cunt? It
should be a lot more slippery, what with Chuck's semen in there.
Two loads of his creamy juice, he left in me. It's still there,
isn't it--except for the little bit that leaked out on my legs?"
Bill moaned in answer, and worked his prick around in her wet
vagina, stroking and wiggling it, backing it down and punching it
up with force.
"You really like that," Regina continued. "You're really hot,
feeling his come in there on your prick. You'd like to fuck me
right after he does, to feel it fresh and bubbling."
"Regina--you bitch--you hot-assed bitch!"
She ground sensuously upon his shaft. "Or maybe, you'd dig
it better to help him fuck your wife. How about if he screws me
and then you get between my legs, and then Chuck goes around to
where he can put his cock into my mouth? Would you enjoy that,
darling?"
Moaning and panting, he clamped his hands viciously into the
soft flesh of her ass cheeks and fucked her harder. She
luxuriated in her new mastery of him, in this new and most
intimate knowledge of a side of her husband he had never before
exposed. It was fun, riding him, holding him down, pinning him
into place with her strong thighs.
She took one of his hands, drew it back from her haunch and
guided it to the cleft of her steamy ass. "Here, Bill--use your
pinkie--feel the little ring? Yes--oh yes, right there, baby.
That's what Chuck did to me once--shoved the end of his finger in
there while he was fucking me, and it made me come that much
wilder."
He pushed brutally, and his dry finger hurt her as it shoved
into her asshole, but she held herself from flinching, and wiggled
her ass until her natural inner lubrication eased the pressure.
It felt good to her then; it felt very good.
"We can do it," she said. "We can do anything we want to do-
-maybe you can stick your meat into Stella, right after her own
husband has screwed her, or put it in my mouth while Chuck screws
me--anything."
"UHHH!" he grunted loudly. "Uhhh--Regina--oh, shake that hot
pussy, you passionate bitch. Rub it all over my prick--all that
slippery juice from his cock--"
She rocked in rhythm upon his jerking shaft, feeling the
squirt of his come, the lesser explosion that was all the more
precious to her because it had been nearly impossible to
precipitate.
"Come, darling," she soothed. "Come in mama's pussy, right
in on top of the other man's semen. Mix it all up, darling--that's
right--oh, Bill, you're sweet and wonderful--"
And before she knew it, she was reaching her own orgasm,
talked into it by her own sexy voice and the things she had been
saying all this time. She was also worked into coming by the
intense and erotic penetration of her husband's cock.
Bending in the middle, she collapsed, dropped her tits
forward and pillowed them upon his face. His finger slipped out of
her asshole, and she only dimly remembered when he had put it in
there. She was heavy upon him, and that worried her, so she
carefully lifted off his quickly softening prick and dropped
bonelessly to one side, her arm across his belly.
When she could talk again, she said, "That was wonderful,
Bill. That was freaky and crazy and thrilling, and I adored every
voluptuous second of it. How about you?"
"Terrific," he sighed. "Who would ever have believed that I
could get my balls off three times in one night? And every time I
came, it was like the first time--big and heavy. I don't know
what the hell to say, Regina. I guess we're both learning
something about the other guy, after all these years we've been
married."
"We are," she agreed, "and that part of it is wonderful, too.
We're being honest and not hiding anything. We're just finding
that love doesn't mean owning each other, that it can mean giving
the other guy free rein to be happy, to have all the fun out of
life he can get. And since that seems to also mean that we want
to fuck other people, why not? Why the hell not, Bill?"
He said slowly, "I'm not arguing. I'll admit now that I'm
damned glad you and Chuck started fucking. Not only for your
happiness, but because you felt you had to set me up with Stella.
I've been dreaming about getting into that sweet, hot little ass
for many years--ever since we've known the Bakers, but I never had
the nerve to try, and probably never would have."
"Good," she said. "I felt the same way about Chuck. And I
think we can all swing together, sharing and fucking and getting
it on in any way we like. We're really going to have a ball,
Bill. It's going to be magnificent."
He turned over and they kissed. Bill said, "I know it will,
and I'm excited as hell about it. But right now, I'm about to
pass out. Good night, Regina."
"Good night," she murmured, and almost immediately heard the
deepening of his breath as he began to fall asleep. He was tired,
she realized, drained of semen and strength, and she wasn't too
far behind him.
Turning over, snuggling her ass into his pelvis as she often
did when they were going to sleep, she thought that her kids
weren't even home yet, that they had screwed away the night early.
The adults had screwed, not the kids.
Or had they? Carey Baker had almost a constant hard-on, and
Monica Abbott was a cute girl, a little older than Carey, and very
sexy looking. That was weird, Regina thought; she'd never before
classified her daughter as sexy. Pretty, vivacious, girlishly
appealing, yes--but never sexy. Yet she had to say now that
Monica was just that, with high, firm tits and a saucy little ass
that swung alluringly when she walked.
Carey wouldn't miss an opportunity to get into that, if he
possibly could. Unless he was only turned on by older women.
Nonsense; cunt was cunt to a horny boy like that. Monica could
probably take care of herself; kids were pretty smart these days.
Besides, the four of them were together, and there was
protection in numbers. Maybe. There had been four people over at
the Bakers tonight, and look what happened. Four young, sexy and
good-looking kids could do worse. What was she fretting about,
anyway? What was sauce for the geese could be juice for the
goslings, if it came to that.
Regina turned again, her eyes opening and staring up at the
dark ceiling. A lot of ideas and scenes were wheeling around
inside her head: Carey screwing her daughter Monica; her son
putting his young prick to Judy Baker; the kids changing over so
that brothers were fucking sisters--
She shook her head and tried to get comfortable on her
pillow. She had a wild imagination these days, and it was running
loose now. The kids probably would do no more than share a few
kisses after a hamburger and coke. And if they actually got
somewhat more involved with each other, what was so terrible about
that? At least, today there was the pill.
All right, Regina said to herself. So what if they fucked?
That would be okay, too. Who the hell was she to decide at what
time in life her own children could experience the joys of sexual
release? If they were big enough, they were old enough, somebody
once said, and Carey Baker proved the point. He was a horny boy
with a fine, hard cock always eager to be soaked in a woman's
pussy. Would her own son Dale be any different?
And how about Monica? Didn't the same genes stir in her
finely-formed young body, the same powerful genes that made her
mother and now her father so sexy? Turning again, Regina snuggled
closer to her husband. There was so much for them to do yet,
without involving any of the kids--if that was at all possible.
Carey was already involved, and might get himself in even
deeper. She suspected that Carey had more than a casual eye for
his own mother. He'd suggested getting her into the affair with
Bill. What could be more likely than some form of blackmail on
his part, to make Stella spread her legs for him? He'd already
proved himself capable of blackmail.
Regina was glad he'd forced her into screwing him. She
really enjoyed her sessions with young Carey, feeling marvelously
dirty by fucking a fourteen-year-old boy. She had a lot to teach
him, too--such as the sixty-nine position his mother was so fond
of. She'd really get a kick out of eating that eager cock.
She had told no one about Carey, not yet. Bill was ready to
learn of her other lover, but maybe Chuck wasn't. That left some
possibilities open, of a swinging triangle between her husband,
herself, and Carey. That would be far out and exciting--if the
boy didn't get scared off by the very idea.
Slowly, sleep came to Regina Abbott, and she relaxed into its
warmth to dream of being fucked by her three men. But there was
another in the shadows, so she couldn't see his face, only his
prick. His prick was long and strong.
She came awake gently, in a calm and rested lassitude.
Stretching, she smiled and became conscious of her body again, a
sweetly responsive body that had so recently been turned on,
brought again to the arousals of sex. Her thighs rubbed together,
and her nipples brushed the sheet; she tingled.
Putting out one hand, she found that her husband was already
up and gone, his spot in bed cooled off. Regina's smile widened;
Bill himself certainly wasn't cooled off. He was more randy than
he had been since they were first married, and he was truly
excited about their mixing in with Stella and Chuck in a swinging
foursome.
Out of bed, she stood awhile in the freshness of the day,
standing naked and at peace with the world. In the shower, she
soaped extravagantly and rinsed for a long time, changing the
water from hot to warm to cold. Gasping, her nipples standing
straight out and her skin turned pink, she toweled briskly and
looked at herself in the mirror.
A younger, newer Regina Abbott, one with the blush of
excitement in her cheeks and a readiness for love in her thighs.
She looked good, felt good, and was ready for just about anything
the world might have on hand for her this gorgeous day.
She found the kitchen empty, although smells of breakfast
lingered there; Bill and the kids had let her sleep, and gone off
somewhere. She drank orange juice and coffee, had a bowl of
yogurt and some toast, the euphoria growing inside her. A bright
day, she thought--a shiny day waiting to be used.
Looking at a spoonful of white and creamy yogurt, she saw the
table top below it and giggled. Her ass had been just about
there, when Chuck Baker poured the prick to her last night, when
he had released semen into her that looked very much like what she
was holding in the spoon. Regina licked at the stuff and chuckled
again, wondering if any housewife with nearly grown children had
ever thought such attractively evil thoughts over her breakfast
table.
She was tidying up the sink when she heard someone behind
her. The hands touched her ass gently, lovingly, and the breath
stirred into the short curls at the nape of her neck.
Instinctively, she leaned back into him, wiggling her tail,
lifting her tits for the cupping of hands that would surely come.
"Wow, Mrs. Abbott--I couldn't wait any longer."
Carey Baker. She turned suddenly, a bit disturbed. "Carey,
damn it! You can't come sneaking over here every time you get a
hard-on. It's too dangerous. I don't know where my own family
is, or when they'll be back--and you know damned well that your
mother is in the habit of dropping over for coffee--"
He pressed against her, his prick hard against her belly,
burning through the thin, translucent material of her robe. "I
didn't think we could fuck right away. I just couldn't stand not
feeling you, or seeing you."
She touched his cheek, let him play with her tits for a
moment. "You're a very sweet boy, Carey, but you have to be more
careful."
He said, "It went pretty good last night, huh? Did your
husband really fuck my mother?"
"Yes, he did. And your father and I made it in the same
house, watching them screw. But they didn't see us. Next time,
we'll fuck together, all four of us."
His eyes went wide. "I'd really like to see that."
"Maybe you will," she said, then: "Carey--have you ever
screwed my daughter Monica?"
Carey blinked rapidly. "No. I'm too young for her, she
thinks. I tried to get into her a month or so ago, and she
slapped the hell out of me for just touching her tit. Why? Were
you worried about that?"
"Not really," she said, surprising herself with the truth of
that. "I just wondered."
"She's not a cherry," he said. "I know that much. Neither
is my sister, but neither of them make a habit out of screwing
guys. Just one or two, the way I hear it."
Regina digested that information, and when Carey pushed an
exploring hand between her thighs, she simple spread her legs so
that he could fondle her pussy as he wanted. Monica fucking, and
the Baker girl, too.
"And Dale?" she asked.
Carey grinned and stroked his fingertips along her labia,
feeling, exploring. "Oh, sure. At least, he claims he's screwed
a girl."
For an instant, Regina felt an unreasoning stab of jealousy,
and bit her lips. Then she said, "You're going to have to help
us, you know. By keeping the other kids away as much as possible.
That may mean you'll also have to stay away from me, but I can
manage some time for us. If--"
"Hey," he said. "I can't dig that. I thought--"
"I haven't told my husband, or your parents about you and me
yet," she cut in. "I don't know if they're ready for that kind of
information. But the kids have to be steered away from what we're
all doing, or the entire affair may explode in our faces."
He slid away from her. "I hear Mom coming across the yard.
I'm going to duck into the storage closet over there and listen,
and after she leaves, you and I have to screw some more. Then
we'll talk about what to do with the other kids, okay?"
"Go on," she said, pushing him at the closet.
The door had barely closed--or almost closed--behind him when
his mother came into the kitchen. Regina had to force herself to
look Stella Baker in the eye and smile.
"Hi, Stella--you look great."
"I feel great," the other woman said. "Let's pour some of
that good brandy into our coffee this morning, and discuss all the
fucking we did last night."
Chapter 9
They were chatting, but not casually. There was a fiery
undercurrent in their words, an excitement flaring in the breaths
they took. Regina was generous with the brandy, needing its
settling effect as they talked about the previous night. From
time to time, she cast quick glances at the closet door, at the
thin crack where Carey Baker was peeping at his mother and
listening avidly to every word they said.
It must be driving the boy up the wall, she thought, and
imagined him crouching there with his taut young prick in his
hand, playing with himself as he heard the juicy, intimate
details. Just knowing that he was there also stimulated Regina,
and she found herself gulping at her heavily-brandied coffee.
"It was really kind of crazy," Stella said. "I figured that
you and Chuck would come back before long, but I just had to go
down on Bill, right after we fucked. And I just had to have him
eat me, too."
That should have jolted Carey right to his balls, Regina
thought; now he could think of his mother sucking a man's cock, of
his mother getting her cunt eaten by someone besides his father.
He was probably beginning to jack off.
She said, "Yes, Stella. I know how you felt. I screwed
Chuck over here on the table, then at your place. Tell me, did
you two do much talking after we left?"
"For hours," Stella answered. "It was the damnedest thing--
us lying there bare-assed, both fresh from screwing someone else,
and discussing all our sexual hang-ups. It seems that Chuck
really got high, watching Bill fuck me."
Regina nodded. "The same with Bill. He'll go along with the
four of us making it together tonight."
"Chuck is real anxious," Stella said, draining her coffee cup
and holding it out for more. "So am I, and Regina--I really have
to thank you. I'm so glad that you and Chuck started screwing, so
that Bill and I could get in on it. It's a wonderful thing, to
feel so free and easy, to be able to talk about it. And while I'm
about it, I think your husband is a wonderful lover; he's so eager
to please, and his prick stays so hard--"
Regina gulped. "Y-yeah, but he was softening with me. Until
now. Last night, we screwed again after we got home, and he
wanted me to tell how it felt when Chuck laid me."
Stella grinned. "Chuck and I played sixty-nine. He said
watching me suck off Bill freaked him out. I think we've got
ourselves some rare guys Regina, my love."
Regina knew what was coming next, felt it in her flesh as
well as her mind. Looking quickly at the closet, she tried to cut
Stella off. "More than you know."
But Stella was wound up, high on her memories of the far-out
sex she had shared last night, and getting higher by talking about
it to the wife of the man she had screwed and gone down on. She
rushed on: "Oh Regina, I almost went out of my head, when Bill
first stuck his nice, hard cock into me. It's been so very long
since I had any other prick but Chuck's."
Regina poured more brandy for them, not bothering to add
coffee this time, splashing the potent liquor straight into the
cups. She needed more courage, since she knew that Stella's son
was taking in everything his mother said, hiding there in the
closet and no doubt jacking off by now. She considered telling
Stella about him--later, of course, when Carey was out of earshot.
It was such a delicate subject, though, not like telling
Stella that she had been screwing Chuck; that had been fairly
easy, when they were both pretty well smashed. But clueing in
Stella about her son, letting her know that Carey had been fucking
her best friend--
Stella was looking at her with one eyebrow raised, and Regina
said, "I know the wild sensation. It was the same when Chuck laid
me the first time. Stella--what are we going to do about the
kids, yours and mine?"
"Send them to summer camp? That would be a fine idea, get
them out of our hair so we could just fuck and fuck."
Carey would never stand still for that, Regina knew; not
since he had tasted--figuratively speaking--his first pussy. He
wasn't about to settle for a kids' camp, when he was so intent
upon a woman's cunt. But maybe the others?
Regina said, "I don't know. My boy is older than yours, and
feels he's beyond such things as summer camps."
Stella giggled over her drink. "Then get him a girl and a
motel, keep him gone for at least a weekend."
Laughing with her friend, Regina said, "Now there's an idea.
How about your own children?"
"Them? Little Carey and Judy? I'll admit that they're real
good looking kids, but they're very young. Too young, I'd say.
They still chew bubble gum."
Regina looked at the closet and wondered what Carey thought
about that opinion. Stella was in for a shock, no doubt. But who
was going to tell her? Regina was fast losing her nerve, and
Carey wasn't going to pop out of that closet to confront his
mother.
She said, "Oh, I don't know, Stella; kids grow up fast these
days, and as mothers, we just don't recognize that fact. We try
to keep them babies, when they're actually young adults."
"Here's to young adults," Stella grinned, "and to old kids
like us. We'll keep shipping the real kids to movies or whatever,
or leave them home and go to a motel."
Regina finished her brandy and made a face. "Wow! If I don't
knock off this stuff, I won't be much good by evening. And
Stella--" she paused, not knowing exactly how to go about the next
thing she wanted to say, but it needed to be said, all the same.
"Stella, about that little moment between us last night--I never--
well, I never felt that way about any other woman before. I never
even imagined it."
Dark and beautiful, Stella's eyes held hers for a long,
penetrating moment. "I know what you mean; I never did, either.
I've only heard about it, and I swear it never seemed to hold any
interest for me. Until last night, when I was so hot, so stirred
up and ready for even more loving."
Nodding, Regina said softly, "There was a--a pull, a
tenderness. We're not queer, not lesbians, but at that moment, I
wondered what it would be like to--to hold you and love you."
"Me, too." Stella breathed. And I'm getting eager right now,
bringing it out into the open like this. Regina--"
She'd almost forgotten the kid in the closet, but Regina
remembered him just in time. "Darling--there's something I have
to do first; really. Tonight; I promise you, we'll do something
about that tonight, when the guys are worn down. Will that be all
right, Stella?"
"Sure," Stella said, not sounding sure. "If you'd rather
not--"
"Oh darling, I do want to! It's just--" desperately, Regina
winked and grimaced, made a motion toward the closet. "--just that
I think someone else is in the house right now. We don't want to
spoil anything."
Stella winked back and stood up, wobbling a little. "Oh, I
get it. Okay, dear; I'll hold you to your promise tonight. Your
place or mine?"
"Over here," Regina answered quickly. "I'll have something
to eat, some rum punch--"
Drifting near, Stella put her hands upon Regina's hips and
looked up into her face. A smaller woman, her breasts didn't
reach nipple-to-nipple with Regina's, but she pressed the conical
mounds into Regina's rib cage, and managed a caress with the tops
of her tits against the bottom of Regina's tits. The touch of
them was a jolt, and so was the pressure of Stella's soft mound
against her thigh.
"Kiss me," Stella murmured.
Her lips were very soft and mobile, and the wet brushing of
her tongue was a damp flame. Regina put her arms around the other
woman and drew her tightly to her body, kissing her fiercely and
hungrily, their tongues blazing together, their teeth raking,
clashing. Regina rubbed her pussy into the small, vibrant body,
and had it rubbed back.
Gasping, Regina broke the embrace and stepped quickly back,
holding on to the edge of the sink for support, her head spinning
and her eyes gone suddenly hazy. "H-hey! That was too much. If
we don't--don't break this up now, I'm not sure we ever will.
Stella, please--"
"Okay; all right, darling. I'll go now. I just wanted to be
certain you felt the same way, had the same kind of fever raging
in your belly. You do. So I can wait until tonight. See you
then, pretty woman."
With that parting shot, Stella was gone, leaving behind her a
disturbed woman, a strangely aroused Regina Abbott who didn't know
which way to turn. She hadn't really considered having sex with
another woman, but now she was confused, teased into wanting
something totally different.
Carey was standing beside her before she realized he had left
the closet. "That was something else! I always knew my mother
was hot to trot, but I never figured she'd go for a woman, too.
Oh wow, I almost came in my hand, just watching you two."
"Carey," she said, "you're going to have to help. I wanted to
tell her about you and me, but I just couldn't. You--you know my
son pretty well; how do you think Dale would react, if you told
him he had a chance to blackmail Stella, the same way you put the
pressure on me, at first?"
He stared. "Me--get Dale to screw my mother?"
"Why not? I'll bet he's been eyeing her; she's lovely enough
to attract men and boys of all ages."
"Yeah," Carey breathed. "That's for sure. But--yeah; I'll
tell him. We can work it out, Dale and me, and I'll back him up,
in case he gets scared or something. Then nobody will try to ship
us all off to camp, right?"
"That's the idea," Regina said. "Think you can find him this
afternoon?"
He moved close to her and she saw the hard bulge in his
jeans; if he had jacked off in the closet, he was ready again.
"Right after you fuck me, Mrs. Abbott. I can't stand it any
longer, hearing you and Mom talk about fucking each other's
husbands, then listening to you, watching you, kiss each other and
get ready to make it tonight. My cock is about to split, it's so
hard."
Regina edged away. "Damn it, we can't! I don't know where
Bill is, or when the kids will come home, or--okay, Carey. Let's
duck out into the back yard, and I'll take the edge off you."
Behind the barbecue pit was a lilac bush, thick now with
leaves and blooms. Leading him to it, she went down on her knees,
turned where she could face the house and know when anyone came
in.
"Come on, darling," she said. "Take it out of your pants."
Wide-eyed, he stared down at her, his hand fumbling with his
zipper. "You--you mean--"
She helped him, unhooked the top snap of the jeans and drew
them far down his slim legs. His prick jumped out like a
flagpole, neat and purple-shiny on its eager head where the drop
of clear, slippery juice trembled in the sun.
"I'm going to suck your sweet cock," she said, fondling his
lightly haired balls and using her fingertips to caress the
pulsating shaft. "I'm going to eat your prick, Carey. It's the
first time for you, isn't it--the very first time you're putting
your prick into anyone's mouth?"
"Yes," he said, "y-yes, ma'am. But you--I--you--"
She shut him up by bringing her face forward and kissing the
droplet of pre-seminal fluid from the tip of his prick. He gasped
in sudden shock, and she put both hands around to take the boy by
the smooth cheeks of his slim young ass, so she could hold him in
position. Then Regina put her tongue to the throbbing bulb,
tasting the wetness, the sponginess and the inner hardness there,
tasting the very essence of the boy.
Sucking the knob into her lips, she worried it some with her
teeth, delighted to hear him moan above her, joyous at the
movement of his crotch and the hands that came gently down to
caress her hair.
Regina drew his cockhead deeper, pulled it over her tongue
and across the roof of her mouth, bringing it back to touch the
velvet cup of her throat. A shudder ran through the boy and she
dug her nails into his ass to hold him up; for a second there, she
thought his knees were going to buckle and let him collapse.
Sticking the tip of her tongue into the slot of his prick
head, she pushed it deep as it would go, then drew it out to run
hotly and wetly around the circumcised rim. As she slid her mouth
back, Carey kept trembling, but gave a little wiggle of his crotch
that told her he was picking up the rhythm, getting the idea.
He loved it, adored the way she used her lips and tongue on
his slippery cock; she could tell by the panting, the
uncoordinated movements of his pelvis and the way his delicious
young prick bobbed inside her mouth. Regina began to suck it
then, dipping her cheeks in, then puffing them back out, pulling
his cock deep, then shoving it back with her tongue.
Her hands were busy, too--one of them cupping his balls,
squeezing and tickling, the other toying with the base, the shaft,
playing with it as she continued to suck. Carey jerked
uncontrollably, held to her head and started to actually fuck her
face, pumping his cock into her throat, pulling it to him in
preparation for another long and lunging stroke.
She rode with him, biting sometimes, lapping sometimes,
always drawing his beautiful prick as deep as she could possibly
take it. Regina caressed his ass, trailed her fingers into the
cleft, brought them around to his balls again. The speed of his
thrusts increased, and she closed her eyes, waiting, helping,
hurrying along the sky-rocketing burst of semen that was swiftly
building to release.
It came with tender violence, in a fountain of come that
gushed hotly into her throat, passing over the roof of her mouth
and sliding greasy along her trembling tongue. It came with a
hissing ejaculation that bathed her inner cheeks with the
treasured juices of his balls, and Regina lost herself totally in
the gulping of the precious stream.
Faintly musky, slightly sour and slightly sweet, the semen
was thrilling in the exotic blending of its flavors, delicious as
it oozed down her straining avid throat. She drank it
lasciviously, siphoning for more and more, until at last the
quivering spurts diminished into nothingness.
Still, she clung to the boy's ass, chewed lightly upon his
prick and licked at a drying head. Regina had forgotten that
she'd led him out here under the lilac bush to get rid of him
quickly, before he could compromise her in her own home. She
forgot everything except the fantastic intimacy that eating a cock
brought her, the feeling of both dominance and passivity.
Only when Carey Baker wavered and held to her head for
support, did she let up on him, allowing his prized shaft to slide
from her reluctant lips. It made a plopping sound, and she
couldn't resist moving her lips along the pole to nuzzle briefly
into the shaggy blackness of his pubic hair.
Carey's crotch hair would be the same color as his mother's,
she thought, and probably of the same general texture. Breathing
deeply, Regina sat back from the boy and knew a moment of envy for
her husband. Bill Abbott had already tasted the honey of Stella's
mound, through both his tongue and his prick. Tonight, she
thought--tonight.
"Mrs. Abbott," Carey sighed, "that was--it was so great, so
far-out--I wanted to cry and yell and faint, kind of."
She stood up. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, dear. Your daddy
gets a big kick out of it, too. He taught both your mom and me
how to do it, you know--how to eat prick."
For some reason, she wanted to hurt him just a little, and by
the stricken look on his face, she had succeeded. Maybe it was
because he was going to get her own son into a situation where
Dale could also fuck Stella Baker. Was she jealous of her own
son, too?
"Hey," she said contritely, "I didn't mean that badly.
Before very long, we'll all be swinging together. Maybe you can
make it with Bill and me, or your father and me."
"I--I'd like that," he said. "I think."
She watched him closely as he pulled up his shorts and jeans,
as his still-rigid prick was tucked safely from sight. "But you'd
rather fuck your mother?"
Carey flinched visibly, and dropped his eyes. "I--I didn't
say that. I mean, after all, she's my mom, and just because I
helped you and my dad, and Mr. Abbott--"
She said it softly, wonderingly, because now it was very
plain to her: "You want to fuck your mother more than anything in
the world."
He swallowed and his face went red. "She--one time I got to
see her do it with my dad. It was--it was crazy, and I hid in
their bedroom closet and jacked off three times while I watched
his prick slide in and out of her beautiful, beautiful pussy.
Three times I came, and it was like I hadn't come at all, because
when she moaned and shook that gorgeous little ass, when she told
him how good his cock felt, it was like I could go over and pull
him out from between her legs and fuck her myself, all night long,
fuck her over and over and over, rolling around in that wonderful
cunt until I just died."
Regina touched his face tenderly. "Poor darling, to need so
much, to suffer so much. I'll help you. Honest I will. One way
or another, you'll get to screw your mom, and soon."
Chapter 10
Breathlessly, Regina waited, being a peeper again, but with a
vast difference this time. Now she wasn't screwing anyone; she
was crouching in the hallway of the Baker home, waiting for Stella
to come out of the bathroom into her bedroom.
Her son Dale was already in the bedroom, jittery and pale,
but with a set to his jaw that meant he was determined to carry
this event through to the finish. Regina's heart beat very fast,
with him and for him, and her fingernails dug into the wood of the
door through which she peeped.
Carey Baker had been very fast, finding Dale down at the
drugstore and setting the whole thing up within an hour. She
couldn't believe it had taken only that long, when Carey called
her on the phone to tell her he had Dale in the house. She'd
better come right over, he said, because his mother was in the
shower and nobody else was home yet.
He'd stand guard below, and keep anyone from coming upstairs,
he said--if she wanted to be in on it. And of course, Regina had
wanted to be in on it, wanted to see and hear it all from the very
beginning. She had run across the yards and through the kitchen
and practically leaped up the stairs past a shaky boy at the foot
of them.
And now she saw her son standing slim-hipped and a little
scared, standing almost as tall as his father, but slimmer and
with her own coloring.
He looked golden in his teeshirt and jeans, his hair long and
wavy, the profile of his face like something from an ancient coin.
Regina knew a dart of pain in her belly, an uncertainty, an envy
that made her mouth bitter. Stella would have this beautiful
young man; Stella would take him on the bed there, feeding upon
his bronzed beauty.
She came from the bathroom with a fluffy towel around her
hips, her firm, high tits bouncing, their nipples not yet erect,
but ripe as olives. When she saw the waiting boy, Stella stopped
in mid-stride and tried to make the towel cover the rest of her
freshly scrubbed, lithe body; it didn't make it. One breast was
still exposed, and one thigh gleamed darkly.
"Dale! What--what the hell--"
He said it rapidly: "I--I know you've been making it with my
dad, and I can prove it. Do you--I mean--I can show Polaroid
pictures to your kids. And you--you wouldn't want that."
Staring through the crack in the door, Regina watched
Stella's shocked face and realized that the woman was still about
half-smashed from the brandy they had downed earlier. When the
first surprise faded from Stella's eyes, it was replaced by a hot,
calculating glow.
"No," Stella said, "I guess I wouldn't want that. So why did
you sneak into my bedroom and tell me? Do you want money?"
He shook his head, his hands clenched at his thighs. "No; n-
no money. I want--I want--"
Stella smiled, a feral and wet smile. "Me? I'm your payoff,
Dale? If you want me, go on and say it."
"Yes," he managed. "Damn it--I want you, Mrs. Baker. Very
badly. If there was some other way--but there isn't, and I don't
care what I have to do, to make you swing with me. I want you
that much."
Stella let the towel drop to the floor, and the boy's eyes
followed it only so far down, then fixed upon the furry blackness
of her pubic mound. She said, "That's nice, Dale; being wanted
that much, so much that you'd dare this. Is it just because I've
been screwing your father, and you think I'm a pushover?"
He shook his head, and Regina felt very sorry for him. "No,"
he said. "I've always wanted to--to screw you, Mrs. Baker. It's
been one of my dreams."
She was purring now, taking one slow gliding step after the
other toward him, "Nice; I like that. I really like that. And you
don't have to threaten me, Dale Abbott. I've been watching you
for a long time, also. Only I had no idea how to go about making
you; none at all. That's solved now, isn't it?"
She was against him, her tits boring into his chest, her
hands sliding over his hips, her own lower body making a slow,
sensuous motion.
"I guess so," he sighed, his hands going around her, dipping
like golden swallows for the round hummocks of her ass.
She walked him back the couple of steps to the bed, and they
went down on it together. Regina's breath caught in her throat as
she watched the near-savage attack Stella was making upon her son.
The woman had the boy peeled from his clothing in a matter of a
few panting seconds, and was wiggling all over him. It was only
when they rolled side by side that Regina got her first look at
Dale's prick.
It was long and round; it was white as the strip of untanned
skin around his ass, but it was lovely. The head was purple, the
veins artistically placed around the pulsing shaft. Beautiful,
Regina thought, modeled to perfection, as were the golden-haired
balls below it. Her son's cock; not his dingle or his peepee, but
his prick; his male, man's organ called a prick.
They were kissing hungrily, and Regina could catch swift
glimpses of Stella's tongue as it darted into Dale's open lips.
She saw his hands cupping the woman's round tits, saw his pelvis
hunching at her belly, and watched the gleaming length of that
stiff prick sliding across the tender skin of Stella's groin.
"Take him!" she hissed. "Take him into your cunt and fuck
him!"
Her heart was threatening to run away, her pulse pounding
erratically in her throat, nearly choking her, and Regina knew
such excitement that it was dizzying. She leaned her shoulder
against the door frame and braced her suddenly weakened legs, but
she would not stop looking, could not.
Stella slid deftly beneath Dale, positioning herself in the
age-old stance of the female ready for the male to mount. But
even though Dale was trembling all over, he didn't immediately
crawl on top of the woman. His face reached down and found the
conical hills of her tits, rubbing his cheeks into them, rubbing
his nose back and forth over the stiffly erect nipples.
Then he licked at one, pulled it into his mouth and sucked.
His hands were running all over Stella's lower body, and she
crooned to him, petting him as he felt the hills and valleys of
her flesh. Dale's hand eased between her shapely thighs to find
the rich warmth of her mound, and Regina saw the slow smile that
spread upon Stella's lips.
"That's right, Dale--feel me, taste my tit, love me. I want
you just as wildly as you want me--you're such a handsome boy. I
need someone young and virile, someone strong to fuck me. Slip
your finger into my pussy, Dale--ahh, that's good. Oh yes--wiggle
it around and find the clit. It's up under the little hood,
darling--ahh!"
Now her son was moving between the spread and knees-up legs,
his beautiful prick standing straight out, the purple head of it
gleaming. Regina stared breathlessly as the cockhead approached
the thickly-bushed cunt, as it settled into the scarlet labia.
She saw the tightening of her son's naked ass, saw the steady
penetration of his prick as the knob slipped into Stella's well-
lubricated cunt-lips.
The length of his cock disappeared, and his golden balls
swung down to nestle lovingly into the cleft of Stella's uptilted
ass. He had a good grip on her thighs and kind of hung still for
a long, loving moment before backing out his prick for another
stroke, and his shaft glistened with the woman's cunt juices as he
did so.
"Wonderful, wonderful," Stella said, her arms around his neck
and her tits crushed tightly to his chest. "Oh Dale, your prick
is so hard and wonderful. Fuck me deep, darling--fuck me strong
and deep and for a long, long time!"
Regina sucked in some air, held it in her lungs to steady
herself. Her own cunt was throbbing insanely, and her tits ached.
Her son was fucking Stella Baker, screwing her with powerful,
bottom-touching thrusts; her son, and she was jealous. She wanted,
craved, that lovely young cock for herself, and be damned to
whatever moralistic nonsense that said no.
Stella gyrated her entire lower body, shook her ass and
hunched her crotch up to the steadily-stroking prick. She bit the
boy's throat and lanced his back with her fingernails, moaning and
gasping as she did so.
"Oh darling, darling! Stick it to me, sweet boy--pour that
prick to me, stuff my cunt with it, ram it home to the balls. Oh,
Dale--oh, you lovely, stiff-dicked boy!"
The words rang familiarly in Regina's head, and she recalled
that she'd said something of the kind herself, to another boy--to
Stella's son Carey. Tit for tat, or ass for ass, but that wasn't
what Regina needed now. She needed the same cock Stella was
getting, the very special prick that was ramrodding Stella's
fortunate pussy.
"Mrs. Baker--Stella--you're so hot and slippery inside, so
tight--narrow as a girl's pussy--feels so good, so good."
The pace was fast and furious, their bodies blurring,
twisting sweatily together in sinuous coilings and uncoilings.
They kissed, their mouths glued together, but their groans of
rapture escaped anyway. They couldn't keep it up, Regina thought,
it was impossible to keep up that kind of fucking without--
"Coming," Dale panted. "oh--oh wow!--I'm coming!"
"Me, too! I'm coming, too--darling, darling! Shove that prick
to me, fuck me--ohhh! Fuck me!"
Regina clawed the door, bit her lower lip until it threatened
to bleed, and knew a moment of incredible lightheadedness. Maybe
she reached a quick orgasm, a fleeting climax; she could never be
certain. She knew that she somehow identified with the lovely
woman, squirming upon her son's prick, that Regina seemed to
become Stella for a bright slice of time.
It was over as quickly, even while Dale's balls were still
leaping upward to hurl the volcanic eruption of his semen into the
clenching cunt around his embedded prick. She was herself, once
more Regina Abbott, but never truly again the same Regina after
witnessing her son fucking a woman.
Had she always had this morbid desire for Dale? She didn't
think so, at least, not until a few years ago, when he stopped
being a baby and started to turn into a man. Regina stared awhile
longer at the two of them curled on the bed, at the exquisite
sinking of her son's cock in the loving caress of Stella's hot
pussy.
Then, with an effort, she straightened and turned away from
the door. Her legs moved awkwardly, stiffly, to carry her along
the hallway and down the stairs. She made it out into the yard
and through the hedges, but then her legs failed her and she
collapsed to sit upon the edge of her own barbecue pit.
That was where Carey Baker joined her. His face was red and
there was a stunned look in his eyes that almost matched her own
glazed expression. He said quietly, "That was something, wasn't
it? I couldn't take it any longer, just standing guard, so I took
the ladder around to the side of the house and climbed up to peep
in the window. Man oh man, but Dale really put the meat to my
mom, didn't he? She didn't look like she was resisting any,
shaking her ass and yelling like that for him to fuck her, fuck
her."
Regina unclenched her hands and looked down at them in
surprise. "No, Stella didn't resist. If you'd been there
earlier, you'd have heard her say that she's been watching him for
years, hoping for some way to get together. Well, she sure got
together with him. You saw how fast they were screwing. It
didn't last long, but it was hectic while it did. And nobody has
come back down yet; they're probably fucking again--or else your
mom is teaching my son the joys of oral sex, going down on him."
Carey said, "They're probably still fucking. I know if I had
my prick in my mother's pussy, I'd never want to pull it out
again. She's a really hot piece of ass, my mom; she's beautiful
and sexy and she loves to be fucked. I only hope she'll fuck me,
soon."
Regina put her hand over the boy's. "I'm sure there'll be a
way. We'll work it out."
"How'd you dig it?" he asked. "Seeing your son screw my
mother?"
"I--I enjoyed it," Regina answered. "I really did. It kind
of shook me up, but I--well, maybe I realized something, watching
them fuck so wildly."
"Like you want to fuck Dale, too?"
She nodded. "Something like that. But my husband mustn't
know. He's all wrapped up in sharing me with your daddy, but I'm
not at all sure how he'd feel about his own kid sticking me. I'm
not sure how I feel about it, either. I mean, I want him, want to
screw him, to feel that marvelous young prick in me--but will I
actually do it? I don't know."
"Maybe my mom is thinking something like that," Carey said.
"Worrying about my dad and all. She might be wondering how it
would be, to fuck me. I hope so. Oh man, I hope so."
Regina squeezed his hand. "You're an attractive, horny boy,
and I'm sure she's thinking of it. I'll help you, Carey. Now I
have to help you get into your own mother, so the opportunity will
come for me, too. I'll get to her when she's--all hot and
excited, and we'll talk about you, about Dale."
"Tonight," he said. "Try to make it tonight?"
"I will," she promised. "And maybe you can sneak Dale into
the house, the two of you see what goes on between both sets of
your parents? That way, he wouldn't be so scared of me."
He grinned and put a hand between his legs. "We'll be there."
Chapter 11
They had the lights low, and two shakers of icy martinis, and
the stereo going softly in the background. Regina looked around
at the way Bill had helped her arrange the couches facing each
other, with nothing in between. It looked good; in fact, it
looked perfect, and she was happy to know where the two girls
were--over at a friend's house for the night.
The boys would be watching from over there somewhere, through
an opening left in the window curtains. She glanced that way now,
and knew an additional thrill, because they were probably already
in place and anxious for the show to get underway.
They'd be seeing their mothers and fathers screwing, watching
them change over and share, eyeing the oral sex that was sure to
follow the first frenzied releases of passions. And after that,
what? She had promised Stella there would be time for them to
know each other, when the men were too worn down to object. She
and Stella would make love, however two women did it.
That should turn everybody on, the men and the hidden boys,
and maybe there would be some mixed-up sharing then. The poor
boys would just have to sweat it out, until possibly later. If
not that night, then there was always tomorrow.
She smoothed her thin dressing gown and lifted her nipples
against the material, standing tall and sleek, hoping that her son
was getting a good view. When she moved, she allowed the robe to
fall back from her smooth thighs, showing off her long legs to
best advantage.
Bill wore a robe, too; it was his white terry-cloth, and he
looked good in it, his hairy legs muscled and stocky. They had
decided on robes as the best to wear, since they were the easiest
to get out of. Regina had called the idea to Stella, who agreed.
She hadn't yet said anything to Stella about screwing Dale,
and she wouldn't, until sometime later in the evening. Then she'd
also have to confess to fucking Carey. By then, it shouldn't
matter, and since each of the women now had three lovers, there
was no good reason they shouldn't add a fourth.
Wild, Regina thought, wild. Fucking two men and two boys,
with one of the boys her own son; if that wasn't a bizarre
arrangement, she didn't know what could be. And the setup would
probably get even more strange later on. She had no intention of
stopping now, no desire to pull back without tasting all the
ecstasies she could gather.
She smiled at her husband. "Ready, darling?"
He flipped back his robe and she saw his prick erect, the
bulbous end glowing, the shaft thick and heavy. "Yeah," he said,
"I'm ready. I've had a hard-on for an hour."
Regina touched it. "Nice, Bill; have you thought of what we
ought to do first?"
He snorted. "No plans; just whatever comes naturally. Or
whatever isn't natural. I don't imagine Chuck will want to fuck
his own wife first, though. Here--have another drink with me."
"Sure, but let's not get too much of a head start on the
Bakers, though." She accepted the cold martini and took a gulp
from the glass. It helped key up her own courage, as had the
others she'd downed before. And if she wasn't mistaken, Stella
Baker was belting the juice pretty good about now.
The door sounded and they both jumped. Bill retained
presence of mind enough to yell "come on in!" instead of going to
greet them. They were friends and neighbors, and if any of them
felt awkward now, it wasn't the time to show it.
Stella was stunning in a scarlet robe, a new one she must
have dashed out to buy; it was long and slinky, touched with fake
white fur that set off her midnight hair and opened when she
walked to reveal the flawless olive skin of her legs. Her tits
made the thin material stand out, and the twin cones of her
nipples showed plainly--if anything about Stella could be called
plain. Even her hairdo was special, piled high and exotic, and
she wore false lashes.
Chuck hung back some, wrapped in a Japanese yukata and
wearing rubber scuffs on his feet. Regina went straight to him,
holding out a martini, locking eyes with him before she kissed him
on the mouth.
"Well," Stella laughed, with that huskiness in her voice that
said she was already high, "if that's the way it's going to be
right from the start--"
She held Bill close when she kissed him, and her tongue
flashed wetly as it worked in and out of his mouth. Her hips
rolled suggestively beneath the filmy red robe, showing the
modeling of her ass, and she pressed her body into his.
Over Stella's shoulder, Bill lifted his eyebrows, grinned and
shrugged. Chuck grinned back, and the ice was broken. They had a
few drinks and the music urged them to dance. Regina had almost
forgotten the hidden onlookers as she glided smoothly with Chuck,
feeling the bulge of his erection beneath his robe.
It was a mutual movement, a silent agreement that sent them
drifting toward the couches. Bill sank down with Stella, and
Regina floated down with Chuck. They did things to each other,
feeling and caressing, kissing and fondling, but each couple
watched the other.
Regina was first to drop her dressing gown, and as it
disappeared, Chuck was at her tits, first with eager hands and
then with a hungry mouth. Stroking his red-brown hair, Regina
looked over at the others and smiled sensuously. She slid down as
Chuck nibbled her tits and cupped her damp mound, stretched beside
him so that she could take his prick in hand and show it to the
on-lookers.
Stella wasn't to be outdone; she grabbed Bill's ready cock
and stroked it, bent swiftly to kiss it, and Regina heard her
husband's gasp of shock. But Stella didn't mean to suck him off
then; she pushed him back upon the couch and placed one knee on
each side of him, still fondling his hard cock as she smiled down
at him, then over at her husband and Regina.
The other woman eased her furry crotch down upon Bill's
upright prick, and as the flanged head slipped into her pussy
lips, she said: "Look, Chuck--isn't this what you wanted to see--
Bill fucking your wife?"
"Yeah," Chuck grunted, and Regina felt his cock reaching
blindly for the entrance of her labia, searching and prodding for
the slippery cleft so he could also fuck.
She guided it in for him, turned so that she was under his
body--as Stella had done earlier that day, to fuck young Dale--and
so they could both watch the scene on the other couch. Only a few
feet separated them, only a short distance between the two men and
the women they were beginning to fuck. The fun part was that the
wives and husbands didn't match, that technically they should only
be screwing their legal mates. And seeing anyone else put his
prick into the cunt of another man's wife was an unthinkable
sight.
But there it was, and here they were, and as Chuck's prick
sank thrillingly to the haft inside of Regina's oily pussy, across
the way Stella slid all the way down on Bill's meat pole.
Regina ground her cunt on Chuck's rod, felt it slide in and
out and gripped the soapy shaft with the muscles of her vagina,
bearing down whenever the meaty club slid over her pulsating
clitoris. It felt better somehow, more daring, more exciting,
because her husband was watching her roll her ass, because her
lover's wife was staring at the way Regina was eating up the hard
cock with her pussy lips.
"Fuck her, Chuck," Stella said. "Put it to her good,
darling--because I'm getting a--oohh!--wonderful prick here. It's
away up in my pussy, Chuck. Look, darling--Bill has it in all the
way up to his balls."
And Regina answered, "Your husband's cock is adorable. See
it slip in and out, Bill? Look at the way Chuck shoves it to me,
how he's screwing this cunt you always considered your personal
property. Oh, Chuck--keep fucking me, baby!"
Only then did Regina remember about the eyes staring
entranced through the far window, and hoped that the lights were
bright enough for the two boys to make out every detail of the
erotic action. She knew that Carey Baker must be concentrating
upon his mother's movements, and that her own son was devouring
her with his eyes, this second, seeing his hot mother with another
man's prick pumping in her snatch.
Was Dale going out of his head with desire? Did he want to
leap into the room with his prick in hand, to take turns with
Chuck Baker? He did, she felt; oh, he did!
The idea turned her on more with Chuck, made her really put
on a show for them all. She shook her ass and humped her pelvis,
rolled her hips and made her belly do grinding tricks. Her hands
cupped the balls that swung with increasing speed into the wet
crack of her ass; her hands stroked Chuck's buttocks, ran light-
fingered over his back to his neck, and as her eyes turned glazed
in the throes of her heat, she nibbled down the hairy, heaving
chest and found one of his hard little nipples to bite upon.
Chuck shivered violently, and pounded his cock into her
pussy, hammered it in there like a pile driver gone amok, and she
loved his roughness, loved the animal brutality of it. Her head
bounced with every thrust, and she got one foot off the couch,
onto the floor so she could brace her ass for the continuing
assault.
The other foot waved in the air, lifted of its own volition,
flapping back and forth with the driving rhythm of Chuck's
strokes. Now she was really being fucked, and the sensation drove
everything else from her mind--her staring husband and Stella
riding his prick, her son and Stella's son at the far window--
everything fled except the tom-tom beating reality of the fucking
that Chuck Baker was giving her.
"Uh!" she grunted, and "Ummm!" she moaned, when she had been
trying to make words, but no words came out, only the animal
noises of rutting.
She was faintly conscious of the other couple, saw the
sporadic movements of them on the couch, but they registered only
as naked blurs in her mind. She fucked her lover back with all
the power at her command, with the strength of her cunt and the
gyrations of her ass and the attacks of her pelvis. She took his
strokes and turned them back on him, grinding on his shaft, trying
to pinch the head off his cock.
Her nails were raking into the cheeks of his sweaty ass, and
she heard the slurp-slosh! noises of his prick hammering into the
juicy, suctioning hole of her pussy. Somehow, her panting mouth
found his, and somehow she managed to get enough air, even as she
tongued him and bit his lips.
"You bitch!" he gasped. "Oh, you hot-assed bitch--lay it up
to me, Regina, you prick-crazy woman--come on, come on! I'm about
to come--to--come--AHH!"
And the molten lava of his prick burst like a shower of wet
sparks into the farthest reaches of her flexing vagina, rained
thick and creamily upon the gaping mouth of her cervix, and began
to soak, burrowing into the walls of her pussy.
She bucked upon the stilled rod of his cock, twisted her
pussy in near-agony upon the deeply seated prick and knew the
moment of glory when the universe wheeled about her head. She
came, and her legs straightened out to shudder. She came, her
asshole twitching and her belly in knots.
At the far rim of reality, she heard the moaning of Stella
Baker, and the words the other woman was using to lash Bill into a
furious screwing, too. Eyes closed, Regina lay limply with Chuck's
throbbing cock buried in her pussy, knowing one ripple after
another of bright and searing rapture as it pinwheeled out from
her clit, out through her trembling vagina, out to the reaches of
her belly and the racing juices of her entire inflamed body.
Oh, she thought; it was marvelous to come so violently that
the world was lost in the orgasm. It was fantastic to come so
completely that the world centered itself in the joys of her cunt.
Deep breaths wracked her body almost like sobs, and two fat
tears went sliding from beneath her lashes to speed down her
cheeks. Only truly well-fucked women could know what it was to
cry for happiness, she thought. When the tears were gone, she
turned her head once more, and peered at the other couch as the
waves of her climax subsided for the moment.
She saw them relaxed, Stella flopped over upon his chest now,
but with the base of his prick still protruding from the steamy
ring of her cunt lips. The other woman's ass was so smooth, so
faultless, and it contracted so beautifully, smoothed again in
such a lovely fashion.
Chuck lifted himself carefully from her supine body, pulled
out his cock with a gulping sound and sat back, sweat pouring down
his chest and hairy belly. He felt around and found the remains
of his last martini.
Regina sat up, too, blowing hair out of her eyes, still a bit
dizzy from the far-out experience. Putting her feet on the floor,
she breathed deeply for another long moment before standing up.
The martini pitcher seemed very heavy, but she managed to pour
herself one, and was grateful for the icy tang in her mouth, for
the jolt of gin in her stomach.
She felt a hand on her hip, and turned to look her husband in
the eyes. He was intent, his face shining. "Regina--that was
terrific, but I want--I want you now. Can we--"
"Give me a second," she said. "I'm a little wobbly, but I'm
certainly willing. Are you ready to go again, so soon?"
"I will be," he said, "if I can get around a couple of
drinks. What a sight you were, darling--fucking like the
proverbial mink, screwing so fast that your ass was a blur."
"Yes," she said, "Chuck was really savage this time. Did you
fuck Stella the same way?"
"Best I could," he said, downing a martini in three swallows.
"She's a lot of little woman."
Smiling, Regina toasted the other couple with her glass.
"I'll drink to that--and to the upcoming orgy."
Behind her, she could feel eyes boring into her naked back;
the boys were watching and yearning, but she could do nothing for
them--yet.
Chapter 12
It was only a little strange, Regina thought, for the four of
them to be sitting at the bar naked, eating and drinking with
almost the same composure they would have maintained if they had
been fully clothed.
She looked at Stella's bare tits, and the half-hard pricks of
both men, and served the snacks without a bobble. She'd decided
on light snacks for replenishment, rich stuff that wasn't heavy,
depending mostly upon the liquor to keep the party rolling--the
gin, and the urgent lust they were all displaying, plus the
interest they all obviously had in each other.
Regina thought of the boys, and hoped they were making out
all right. If they hadn't already jacked off, they would before
long, because what she had in mind next would run any watcher up
the wall. She wanted both men to work on her, or on Stella--and
if their strength held out, for the four of them to somehow tie it
all in together.
Changing tapes on the stereo, she mixed another pitcher of
drinks and moved the snack trays out of the way. One by one, she
kissed them all, Chuck, Bill and lastly, Stella. Lingering upon
Stella's lips, she murmured, "I'll take them both on, if that's
all right with you."
"Go ahead," Stella said. "I'll get mine later--and I'm not
forgetting your promise for you and me."
Regina kissed her again, and this time dared to cup Stella's
tits, feeling the warm satin of them, feeling the nipples rise at
her touch. "I remember, darling."
Turning to the men, she said, "All right, gentlemen--which of
you gets which end of me? I want both of you in me."
They glanced quickly at each other, her husband and her
lover. Bill's face turned pink, and Chuck wore a sheepish grin
when he said, "Husband first, I guess."
Bill said quietly, "I'd like to fuck her, and maybe change
over after. She's carrying your fresh come in her pussy, Chuck,
so I'd like to feel it on my prick."
"Okay," Chuck answered. "Then Regina can blow me at the same
time." Glancing at his wife he said, "You'll be okay, Stella?"
"Sure," Stella said. "I'll just watch, and join in when I
can. It's all very exciting, dear."
Rolling her hips, Regina walked from the bar and to the
center of the room. She took a pillow from the couch and placed
it on the floor, then stretched out to put her head on it.
Holding up her arms and spreading her legs, she said to her
husband: "Come on, Bill--put that cock in me; climb on top of me
and get between my thighs and shove your prick into my cunt.
Chuck just fucked me a little while ago, and he left some jelly
stuff inside my pussy."
Bill was trembling when he knelt between her legs, and his
cock was now standing stiffly out, the head of it swollen and
reddish lavender, beginning to leak just a bit. His hand touched
her dewy cunt, felt gently over the curly pubic hairs and caressed
the damp labia. She smiled hotly up at him and rolled her ass,
ground her pelvis to show him how eager she was, and how ready to
accept his cock.
He prodded her mound with the head of his prick, rubbed the
knob up and down her soft lips a few times before guiding it into
the opening and giving a long, hard push. Bill's shaft slid into
her vagina, and her pussy lips clung lovingly around it, her cunt
walls closed adoringly upon it, and she gave a little sigh of
affection as he pushed the head of his prick all the way home.
"That's nice, darling," she said. "I'm very sensitive in
there, so soon after being screwed by another man. Do you feel
Chuck's come in me, darling? Am I hotter and juicier?"
Bill groaned in answer, and pushed his palms under the cheeks
of her ass so he could lift her pelvis to him for another long and
penetrating stroke. She looked beyond him to where Chuck Baker
stood, his pole in hand and his hairy thighs spread apart to show
the sac of his balls.
He moved slowly around them, until he stood above her head.
She stared up at the jutting shaft above her, at the furry sac and
the powerful legs. A new thrill shot through her when her husband
continued to thrust feverishly into her clinging pussy.
Chuck lowered himself carefully, spreading his knees as he
squatted. His prick came down, down, and she looked up wide-eyed
at the writhing network of veins beneath the rounded trunk, at the
glistening head that had only a few minutes before been buried in
her cunt.
Tilting her chin up and her head back, Regina reached for the
male shaft, took it in her fingers and drew the knob of it down
until she could kiss it.
She murmured, "Oh, how lovely it is. Look, Bill--I'm kissing
Chuck's prick, touching the end of my tongue into the slot,
licking at the juice there. Oh, it tastes so good, so sexy!
Watch me, my husband, while I take the head of this beautiful cock
into my mouth and suck on it."
She felt her husband's prick cram itself to the balls as she
opened her lips to the cock above her face. Chuck lowered
himself, bent at the belly so that she could take his cock into
her mouth. She did it gladly, hungrily, lapping furiously at the
spongy head and around its rim, then sucking half the length of
the cock itself down her throat. Her teeth were gently teasing
around the stem, and her cheeks sucked in from the pull she
exerted upon it.
Chuck fed the meat into her mouth, into her throat, and it
was a different sensation from the other time she had sucked him
off, because now his prick was upside down.
She came immediately after her husband, hunching wildly to
bruise her clitoris against the stem of his prick, swinging her
ass madly in the ecstatic throes of her orgasm. And of course,
Regina sucked crazily on Chuck's rod, pulled and licked and
nibbled, and just as her own climax was fading, he loosed another
boiling stream of come into her body.
The musky taste of it, the male flavor of the seminal river,
turned her on all over again, and she gobbled noisily on the prick
as it continued to ejaculate in slowly ebbing spurts of passion.
One cock in her mouth, another in her cunt; one blast of come
in her pussy, another sliding greasily down her throat--it was
mind breaking, a tempestuous roaring of color and sight and sound,
a flaring of all things hot and all things tickly.
Bill pulled his prong out of her, backed it from the clench
of her jealous cunt, and her legs moved weakly as he did so. Then
Chuck took his prick from her lips, and a leftover dribble of
semen ran down her chin. She had barely gotten her eyes open
again when the men had reversed positions. Bill was now at her
head, and Chuck at her belly.
Quickly, as eagerly as if neither of them had fucked in a
month, they stuck the pricks to her. Laxly, her mouth took in her
husband's cock, and she realized it was strongly flavored with her
own pussy oils. Without resistance, her labia parted wet and
greasy to let in Chuck's rod.
Prick in her pussy, cock in her mouth--all over again; the
same, but different. Her cunt responded to the new feel of
Chuck's shaft by flexing hotly around it, and her clit thrummed
with additional life. She licked the head of her husband's cock,
licked the oozing semen and the taste of her personal inner
lubrication.
Someone was fondling her tits, and a finger was working
tenderly into the convulsive ring of her asshole. The prick moved
with sensuous rhythm within her vagina, and the prick slid with
insistence within her mouth.
They held her ass and they held her head. They fucked and she
siphoned, and Regina didn't think she would be able to rise so
quickly to yet another climax, but she did. She came suddenly and
violently, her pussy sloshing with the hot lotions of the come,
that had already been deposited there. She felt liquid, felt
turned into milk or honey or cream.
Tiring, she slacked off on working over her husband's prick,
but Bill didn't slow up. Thrusting the head of his cock far back
into her lax throat, he screwed her mouth with the same dedication
that he had applied to her pussy. And when he came, the rush of
searing juice almost choked her, but she swallowed it all down.
And when Chuck exploded his next release of semen into her
overworked pussy, Regina only moaned with happiness and felt the
overflow drip from her cunt to puddle stickily in the crack of her
ass.
She went weak and floating, and in a stage of semi-sleep,
knew dimly that the men were removing their shafts from her
listless body. One of them helped her to a sitting position, and
the other held a glass of cold martini to her lips. Gratefully,
she drained the glass, swallowing this chaser of gin behind the
double shots of semen she had downed.
A little stronger, she was lifted and balanced upon her feet,
then led to the bar where they helped her to climb upon a stool.
Stella Baker refilled her glass and said, "That does it for the
night, with these guys. They'll never manage to get it up again;
not after coming three times each."
"I--I'm sorry, Stella," Regina breathed hoarsely. "I didn't
mean to cut you out of more fun. It just happened."
Stella caressed her cheek. "That's all right, darling. You
and I don't have to raise hard-ons; that's a nice thing about
being a woman. We can swing just about any time we want."
"And we will," Regina promised. "I'm kind of dragged out
just now, but give me another drink and a breather, and I want to
make it with you, Stella. I really do."
"I know," Stella said. She poured drinks for the two men who
were now sitting limply upon stools, too. "You guys had your
ball, and before long, I'm going to have mine--with Regina. What
do you think about that?"
Bill nodded. "I think it's fine."
Chuck said, "You and Regina--like lesbians?"
"Like lovers," she corrected him. "Like fucking."
"Sure," Chuck said. "It just didn't register with me at
first; kind of a shock. I never knew you felt that way about
women."
"I didn't either," Stella said, lifting her glass and peering
into its depths. "And I may not feel that way--except for Regina.
Besides, it will open up all sorts of new things for us, different
possibilities."
"Yeah," Bill Abbott breathed, almost with reverence.
Regina finished her drink and started on another one. Her
lips were slightly numb and her head was buzzing, but she was
beginning to feel good again. She looked over at the strip of
darkness between the curtains at the far window and wondered how
the boys had taken that last wild scene.
How did Dale feel, seeing his mother suck one man's cock
while his father fucked her? And when the men had changed over,
so that she ate his dad's prick and Chuck screwed her--had that
driven Dale out of his skull? She wondered what he thought of the
motherly image now, if he considered her to be a complete bitch.
That's how she wanted it, wanted her son to see her as she
was, a hot, passionate woman who had finally kicked off all her
hang-ups and wanted to fuck.
Dale could take it from there, if he had the guts to approach
his own mother with his prick in hand. If not, she would do the
approaching.
Chapter 13
Rousing enough to mumble assent to her husband's idea of
taking the girls to the beach for the day, Regina fell asleep
again almost immediately. She was warm and snug in bed, and it was
hours before she woke again.
Then she was still snug, but now alert to the fact that it
wasn't her own bed, that she had slept in with Stella Baker last
night. She pressed her tits into the other woman's back, and her
mound into the trimly delightful shapings of Stella's ass. Swift
images of the previous night flashed through her mind, pictures of
what she had done with both men, then the more vivid, truly ardent
scene she had made with Stella.
It had been something else, that intertwining, that soft
seeking, that gentle stimulation that led finally to a marvelous
orgasm, the crowning emotion of the entire night. And it had also
been the last arousal, because Regina simply melted, after that.
She barely recalled being helped up to bed, and she'd fallen right
into a dreamless sleep.
"Mmmm-oh hi," Stella said, turning onto her back and
fluttering her lashes, those sooty lashes so thick and black.
"Morning, darling--you, look terrific, as always."
Regina slid an arm across Stella's tummy. "You look better
than that; you look delicious."
"Do I? I feel kind of sticky." Her eyes found Regina's and
turned warm. "Last night--oh, darling."
"Yes," Regina said, hugging her friend, her lover. "I know
what you mean. It was wonderful for me, too. Maybe it really
takes a woman to create the sharpest climax in another woman. Oh,
I go crazy over the others, too--but what we did to each other was
something pretty special."
Stella's lips were ripe and near; she brought them closer for
a kiss. Her tits turned and pressed into Regina's; both sets of
nipples turned hard, and Stella said, "I never did it with a woman
before, and I know you didn't either. So both of us were sort of
cherries for each other."
"That's a pretty way to think of it. Shall we start the day
right?"
They turned the kiss into a searching one, and their tits
moved back and forth, fitting into their valleys, compressing,
releasing. Their cunts met and blended as their tongues were
blending, and the heat began to spread from their minds to their
increasingly active bodies.
"So sweet," Regina murmured as her teeth raked gently over
the other woman's. "So fiery and laced with honey."
"You're fabulous," Stella sighed, and her hand was the first
to sneak between their bellies and find a crotch. Her finger slid
into Regina's labia to feel around, to tantalize the damply hot
cleft.
Regina couldn't wait to get her own fingers into that juicy,
clinging cunt, and soon they were blissfully finger fucking each
other, building their heat to a more blazing core, rubbing their
vibrant clits into a more tingling awareness.
By mutual consent then, they withdrew their fingers and moved
across each other, bodies at first diagonal, then once again
longitudinal, but then ended head to foot. Regina kissed the
small and shapely feet, then licked them as Stella wriggled and
groaned. She felt a hot tongue on her own toes, and they kept
pace with each caress, licking along the ankles and calves,
spreading their lips to cover a kneecap, nipping the satiny
insides of a quivering thigh.
Breath clotting in her throat, Regina stared hungrily into
the thick black fur that grew so lushly over Stella's cunt. She
saw the outer lips, and beneath them, peeping coyly, the inner
labia of scarlet.
Regina went up into that forest of curly hairs, her tongue
reaching through the tasty brush to taste the cunt lips already
turning steamy, already glistening with that honeyed moistness.
Into the labia her tongue went, pressing on into the hidden
folds, on into the cavity itself, and her teeth came against the
cunt lips. The flavors were rich and heavily scented with the
special musk of Stella's body; the taste was exquisite, succulent,
and Regina began to eat.
Her hands cupped the slim asscheeks above her head, one
fingertip tracing its way to the palpitating asshole. She drew
the trembling clitoris into her teeth and sucked upon it, reveling
in the flexing and heaving.
And the identical thing was happening to her as Stella's
tongue tapped intriguingly against her clit, as Stella's hot mouth
and teasing teeth worked over her cunt lips and delved into her
vagina.
For a while they squirmed together, matching movement for
movement, tingle for tingle, but their individual emotions got out
of hand, and they veered off into sizzling little byways of
exploration on their own.
Stella used her finger on Regina's ass, used her teeth to nip
almost painfully, then sucked the clit deep into her lips and
worked on it.
Regina ate deeply into the other woman's sweet pussy,
burrowing, nosing, rubbing her mouth around in slippery circles,
luxuriating in the spiced oils of Stella's cunt, then turned on
the target of the clitoris with nearly savage intensity.
They hiked their asses and drove them wriggling down again;
they ground the crotches and bumped like strippers, and as the
sensations got better and better, growing more searing with each
passing moment, their movements turned more spasmodic.
Regina mumbled into the hot folds of flesh and felt, rather
than heard, the moan as Stella responded. Then the dams broke
within them both, and the foaming liquids came tumbling, rushing
out to flood their souls with fire.
Regina came in a series of twisting motions, in a lascivious,
orgiastic plunging of her cunt upon her lover's mouth. Wave after
wave of glorious feelings splashed within her pussy, and she
sucked that much harder upon Stella's clit, bringing the other
woman to a shuddering climax, too.
It was a hell of a way to say good morning, Regina thought.
Sometime later they pulled apart, and went into separate
bathrooms to tidy themselves up, showering and brushing their
teeth, combing hair and scenting their bodies. They met in the
hall, and held hands going downstairs to breakfast.
Over coffee, Regina said, "I remember Bill coming into your
bedroom this morning, and saying something about taking the girls
to the beach."
Stella nodded. "With Chuck; I heard them."
"Why just the girls, and not the boys?" Regina wondered
aloud.
Then she knew; the boys had turned down the trip, and for
very good reasons. Carey and Dale no doubt had plans of their
own, and Regina had the certain feeling that she--and Stella--were
included. It was time for complete honesty between herself and
Stella Baker, once merely her best friend, and now the lover of
her husband, her son, and Regina herself.
Stella said, "I don't know, but I guess--"
Regina cut in: "Darling, I saw you screw Dale."
For a stretched-out second, Stella didn't look up, but when
she did, her eyes were wicked, "Was I good?"
"You were second at the boys," Regina said. "Carey pulled the
same blackmail stunt on me, days ago. I had to go along with what
he wanted, and now I'm happy I did. He is a very sweet, very
horny boy."
Blinking, Stella asked, "Did--did Carey know about your boy
and me?"
"He helped set it up," Regina admitted. "Your son not only
loves you, Stella--he's also in love with you. He wants you very
much."
"That's why he turned Dale onto me?"
"And suggested I trade you Bill for his daddy. Stella--he and
Dale were at the window last night, watching everything we did
with the men, and with each other."
Stella whistled softly. "They must have had quite a night,
poor kids."
Regina looked down into her coffee cup. "Did you ever
consider screwing your own son?"
Shrugging, Stella said, "Oh, sure. But I had no idea he was
already old enough. I mean, I wasn't all that sure anything would
ever happen; it was just a vague idea."
"It's not vague any longer, dear. I know about me; I want
it. I want to fuck Dale so badly that my mound aches, just
thinking about it. He's my son, my boy--but I want to feel his
hard young prick in my pussy. I need to fuck him, and I will."
Stella stood up. "Then go on home, and send Carey over to
me. I don't know what the hell the men have in mind, taking our
daughters to the beach. It may very well be all innocent, but it
can't stay that way very much longer. Let's you and I get a head
start on them."
Regina got to her feet, too. "Thank you, darling--for
everything."
"You're not going on a long trip," Stella smiled, "just a
short vacation. Then we'll be back together, all of us. It might
be real fun to go for a group right now, but I guess we'd better
play it carefully, and let our boys get used to the idea first. A
little privacy always helps incest along, from what I hear."
They kissed briefly, but Regina could feel the new excitement
stirring through her lover's mobile lips--or was it her own
emotionally-heightened sensitivity?
She hurried across the adjoining back yards, and was well
into the kitchen before she slowed and looked around. The house
was quiet, but she sensed life in it. She found them in the
living room, sitting quietly.
"Carey," she said gently, "your mother wants you."
He looked up at her. "I've been waiting a long time. Does
she really want me?"
"Maybe even as much as you want her," Regina said. "Hadn't
you better go see?"
He leaped off the couch and ran past her, head down and legs
pumping furiously. The back door slammed behind him, and Regina
was left alone in the living room with her own son.
"Hello, Mom," Dale said.
She saw the clean young strength of him, the blond loveliness
so masculine and dazzling to her eyes. "Hello, son. Did you
enjoy yourself last night?"
He said, "Yes and no. I just about freaked out a couple of
times."
"You're a strong young man," she said. "I know that, because
I had the opportunity to watch you when you laid Mrs. Baker. And
a strong young man should have been driven out of his head by what
you watched happen last night."
He touched his tongue to his lips; his fingers curled around
his knees. "I jacked off twice."
She peeled back her robe, her rumpled one from the wild
evening before. It glided down her body and she stood there naked
before him, showing her tits, her mound, to her boy. "You don't
have to do that now. Am I pretty to you, Dale? Am I sexpot
enough for you?"
He drew his teeshirt over his head and pulled down the zipper
of his jeans. "You're the most beautiful woman in the whole
world; your tits are the roundest and heaviest; your pussy is the
loveliest thing I've ever seen in my life."
She took a step toward him. "Then you want me? As a woman,
as your lover?"
Dale yanked off his jeans and kicked away his shorts. He sat
on the couch with his slim blond-haired legs spread wide, with his
majestic young prick climbed high, throbbing from his head to the
wooly fluff of his balls.
He said, "I want to fuck you, Mother. I want to do all the
things to you that Dad has been doing to you all these years. I
saw how hot you are, how they fucked you while you gave them head.
I saw how crazy you got with Mrs. Baker. I want you to do that
with me. I need my prick in your cunt, you beautiful, hot mother-
bitch. Come here and straddle me. Come right over here and let
me kiss those gorgeous tits."
She was almost numb, but tiny prickles of vivid excitement
ran up her spine as her legs took her obediently to the boy. She
held his head tenderly between her palms as he kissed her breasts,
as his lovely mouth caressed her nipples. When Dale sucked on
them, she flinched and her knee came into contact with his hard
cock.
She was dizzy again, swaying back and forth, and he sensed
her weakness, put his hands on her waist and guided her down to
the couch. They sat side by side, and she was fondling his
incomparable young cock while he caressed the steamy mysteries of
her mound.
Regina wasn't the teacher she had thought she would be, for
his tongue was lancing softly down her throat, his hands were
deftly knowing. She thought hazily that he could not have learned
so quickly from Stella, that one long, involved fuck session with
the glamorous neighbor woman wouldn't have made this boy so
experienced.
His finger was in her vulva, moving tenderly, and she moved
upon it, with it, churning lightly upon this small intruder and
shivering whenever it touched her clitoris. She kissed him back,
sucked upon his tongue, and her fingers played over his cock from
spongy head to sacked testicles.
He jerked his head away, took his mouth from hers. "Damn!
I'm about to pop off in your hand, Mom. Lie back, sweet woman--
lie back and snuggle down on the couch, and open your thighs for
me. Open those marvelous golden thighs, because your son is going
to climb in between them and fuck you."
"Oh yes," she murmured, "yes, darling--of course." And she
fitted herself to the contours of the couch, opening all the
portals of her body for the entrance of her best loved.
He was anxious now, the polished deftness gone suddenly, now
only a young and eager boy on the verge of attaining his lifetime
dream. Dale poised above her, tremors rippling his body. She
helped him, because it was her desire and her duty to assist him.
Regina took his iron-hard prick in one hand and steered the
pulsing head of it to the hairy entrance of her pussy.
A strangled sound broke from Dale's lips, and he lunged
forward, burying his cock into his mother's willing cunt with one
long, driving stroke. His balls came against her ass, and he
caught at her hips with both hands as she twisted, as she humped
up at the tremendous power of his body. His prick in her, at
last--at last!
She could feel the head of it driven home, feel the pulsing
shaft as her vagina closed lovingly upon it, feel the caress of
his scrotum. Regina was tender and she was adoring, moving with
him as he backed his rod partway from her suctioning cunt,
wiggling with delicious ardor as he slid it forward again. It was
wonder beyond price, a superb sensation that permeated her entire
body, and she fucked slowly with him, meeting his thrusts gently.
"Mom," he groaned, "oh Mother--Mom! I can't believe I'm
really in your pussy. It's hot, and magic and--oh, Mother--love
me and fuck me!"
"I will, dear!" she panted. "Yes--your loving mom will fuck
you. Now I'm riding your little boy prick, feeling your hard cock
in me--and it's fantastic! Oh, shove it deep into your mama's
cunt, darling boy. Feed your mama all that gorgeous young meat!
Ahhh, baby--oohh, sweetheart! Sliding in and out, your mother's
pussy--my son's prick--"
And their mouths met again, this time with a primitive need
that made their teeth clash. Their tongues battled in frenzy, and
when one retreated, it was drawn back by sucking. Sweet and hot,
their breaths mingled, and the tempo of his ass increased, the
beat of his screwing speeded up. He was ramming it deep and
strong, and she had to lift her legs, was forced to wrap his
sinuous body within their grip, so she could make him stuff one
more inch of enchanted flesh into her surging vagina.
She bit his mouth, dug her nails into his ass and tried to
pull him bodily into the flaming maw of her pussy, attempted to
devour him with the very cunt he'd sprung from. Her pelvis
battered his, and she gyrated wildly, forcing his ramrodding prick
to massage her clitoris with every eager thrust. It was sweet
insanity and magic madness, and she went far out into some other
universe as his cock continued to sledge into her overflowing
vagina.
"Coming," she cried out. "Oh Dale--Dale--son--your mother is
COMING!"
Chapter 14
Regina held to her son, locked her legs at the ankles across
the small of his warm back and wiggled slowly, very sensuously,
upon his buried cock. Dale panted and groaned, and lifted her ass
so that his prick could slam home deeper into her vibrating pussy.
"Mom! Oh Mother--you sweet, hot bitch! I'm going to come in
you--let go my load in your cunt. Here it is--here it comes--oh
Mom, Mom!
She quivered inside and out when the wondrous ejaculation
hosed into her clenching pussy, when her son's young, powerful
semen came spurting and splashing over her womb. The walls of her
vagina clamped upon his shaft, gone very slippery in the
oysterlike discharge. She bit down upon him with all the muscles
of her cunt, rolled her pelvis and made his prick slosh around
inside the saturated cavity of her vagina.
Dale's come, she thought--Dale's hot semen was now inundating
her pussy; her son's come sliding inside her body--and it was a
joy beyond description, a rapture so intense that Regina felt it
like pain. How fabulous it was, to be fucked by him, how superb
to be screwed by this son she had borne and raised and taught.
Now she was helping teach him more about love, in the classroom of
her pussy.
She never wanted him to take out his cock; she wanted to keep
it captive in her body forever, to get stuck to him the way dogs
sometimes do.
He breathed softly into her ear, "Mother, darling--what a
crazy piece of ass you are--all hot and tight and juicy, just the
way I always imagined you would be, if I ever got lucky enough to
screw you. And I always dreamed about fucking you, since I was
old enough to raise a hard-on. Believe me, I raised plenty of
hards just looking at you. Man oh man--but I dig the way your
sleek ass moves when you walk, and how your tits bob up and down,
and that bitchy look around your eyes."
"My baby," she said, stroking his back and moving her ass in
tender small circles, sliding her hairy pelvis over his.
"Darling--I never knew. I mean, there were times when the thought
of having sex with you passed briefly through my mind, but
immediately following that thought came the big taboo of incest.
So I shoved the idea away. Now I'm sorry I did. Just think of all
the fucking we could have had by now."
"We'll make up for it, Mom," he said. "We'll fuck all we
want, all we can stand, and then we'll think of something else."
"Oh son, I love you," she murmured, stroking tenderly upon
his imbedded prick. "I love you in every way now--as my boy, my
baby; as my lover, my husband--as my hard young prick."
He kissed her, slid his tongue into her welcoming mouth, but
only for a little while; then he said against her lips: "Once I
got a picture of you through the bathroom window, just when you
were about to step into the shower. You were naked, and I used to
stare at your body in that picture, especially at this golden,
fluffy hair on your pussy, and I'd play with my cock, pretending I
had it in you. Whenever you'd get a little high and go to bed
with Dad, then I'd think--they're going to fuck. I'd sneak up to
your door and listen. I heard you moan and talk dirty to him. I
heard the bed squeak and once--I even heard the sound his cock
made in your pussy when you were all wet and squishy. It made me
crazy."
"Poor darling," she whispered against the smooth column of
his throat. "I'll make it up to you. Dale --Stella Baker wasn't
your first lay, was she?"
"No," he said. "I was fifteen when I screwed my first girl,
and I've had four others since. But you know--I always pretended
they were you. I'd close my eyes and pretend that I was cramming
my prick into the cunt I wanted most, your cunt."
"How sweet," she said, caressing his ass. "And you didn't
hate me last night, seeing me do all those things with your father
and Chuck; yes, and with Stella, too?"
"Hate you? How could I, Mom? That really proved to me you
were everything I hoped--so hot you'd fuck anywhere; so wild you'd
suck cock and so far-out that you would swing with a woman, and
play sixty-nine eating her pussy. I want you so bitchy, you'll do
everything with me, and so I can do everything to you."
She sighed tremulously. "Anything you want, darling;
everything you desire. Tell me something else--did any of the
girls you screwed--did any of them go down on you, eat that
glorious prick?"
"No," he said. "They're kind of touchy about that."
"Then I'll be the first," she said. "I'd love that. Wait--
not Stella, either?"
He shook his head, kissed her lips softly. "Not her, either.
I was too worn out, after fucking her three times running. She
said she was going to, though."
"After me, she will," Regina said. "I'm going to get at
least one cherry from my own son."
And with that, she twisted out from under him, snapped his
stiff cock from the clasp of her pussy with a practiced roll of
her ass, and urged him over onto his back.
"There, baby. Just lie there and relax while your mother
takes care of you with some nice oral sex."
He said, "Shouldn't I wipe off, or something?"
"No way," she said quickly. "I want to eat you just as you
are, with your semen still on your cock, mixed with my juices."
She leaned over and kissed his mouth, running her tongue in
and out while he caressed her dangling tits. Then she moved down
to the base of his throat, and over to one of his little boy
nipples, licking it and biting it gently. She gave the other
nubbin the same tantalizing treatment, and left for the satiny
planes of his belly.
Licking hotly, kissing and nipping, she tasted the flavors of
his skin, the aroma of his flesh. There was a scattering of pale
blond hair reaching to his navel, and she trailed the path of it
with her wet tongue, knowing the excited squirming of her son's
body as she aroused him more.
When she darted the end of her tongue into the indentation of
his bellybutton, he grunted and his hands shot down to take her by
the head. His pelvis heaved and she knew the tapping of his shaft
along her cheek.
"So lovely," she breathed, "so male and beautiful. I adore
your prick, Dale."
But she didn't take it into her mouth right away. Instead,
she lapped down to his hairy pelvic mound, running her tongue
through the pubic curls, drawing it tickling around the base of
his throbbing cock. Cupping his enticing balls in one hand, she
lifted them to the ministrations of her avid mouth, spreading her
lips wide so that she could suck them.
"That's it, Mom!" he cried out. "Oh baby--that's the way to
set me on fire!"
She eased his balls out between her teeth and turned her head
so she could take the shaft of his prick between them, grating
gently up along the silken skin to the flange of the protruding
head. She kissed the head then, but only lightly, while her son
jerked and sucked his breath in sharply.
Then Regina crawled between his legs, using her knees to
spread his thighs wider. Slipping down, going to her elbows, she
extended her legs behind, and ran both palms slowly, teasingly,
over Dale's groin, fingering into his scrotum, handling the trunk
of his cock.
Lowering her face inch by inch, she kissed the tip of his
prick, savoring the exotic spices of the semen already there,
knowing the intriguing flavor of his cock. Running her tongue
around the flexing head, she teased it, wet it. Only then did she
open her lips and put them around the spongy knob that had never
appeared more beautiful to her.
She took her son's hard prick into her mouth, scrubbed the
roof of her mouth over the velvet head with the firm core, drew it
across her tongue, and moved her head down so that the bulb of his
cock touched the cup of her throat.
Drawing in her cheeks, she sucked daintily upon it, pushed it
away with her tongue, licked and lapped over the vibrant cockhead.
Meanwhile, Regina fondled his balls; squeezed the stem of his
prick, played her fingertips like a butterfly up the shaft, moaned
lovingly around the head and she sucked it deep and slid it out
shallow. It was very good for her, this abject adoration, this
humbling of herself to give the very utmost in pleasure to this
marvelous young son of hers.
She enjoyed rolling his cock around inside her mouth, reveled
in the texture and taste and feel of it, in the matchless intimacy
it brought and the bond that their flesh so used would forever
create between them. It was love and it was sex, it was lust and
it was affection, and it was magnificent.
He said, "Mother--Mom--suck on my prick, darling. Eat my
cock, mama--oooh, that's right! Give me head, mama. I'm fucking
your mouth, darling--I'm putting the prick to your face and I love
it--oooH! I love it!"
She moved her head up and down, creating suction and then
breaking it, caressing his prick with tongue and cheeks,
stimulating him with the merest rakings of her teeth, feeling the
tremendous pressure building up within his swollen shaft.
"M-Mom--I can't hold it back! I have to come--come--oh,
darling Mama--take it--take my come--swallow it, you cocksucking
bitch!"
She gaped her throat wide and accepted the steaming fountain
of semen that geysered from his prickhead. Thick and sweet, it
sprayed up into the confines of her hungry throat, and she gulped
at it, drank the copious discharge with eagerness.
Regina was taking the male essence of her son, draining the
life substance from his leaping balls, and she loved the
creaminess, ate the musky lotion, drank the liquids of his sex.
Laving the pulsing head with her tongue, she coaxed forth yet more
of the heady stuff, swallowing, pulling, sucking until the
fountain ran dry and sere.
Even then, unsatisfied with what she had taken, Regina licked
around the insides of her cheeks, ran her tongue seeking over her
teeth, gathering the last escaped droplets of his fluids,
devouring them as she would have liked to devour his young prick.
When she raised her head to look up into her son's passion-
glazed eyes, she clung a while to the head of his cock, holding it
prisoner between the circle of her teeth. Reluctantly then, she
allowed it to go free momentarily, knowing in her heart that she
owned his prick now, that it would, from now on, belong to her
whenever she wanted it--and that would be repeatedly.
He said, "Oh Mom--Mother--thanks; thank you for giving me so
much wild head. It was out of sight."
"I'm glad, darling," she said. "I want to make you so
happy."
"You have," he said, "oh Mom, you have--and now, I want to
make you just as happy. I've never done this before, but I
watched how Stella and you did it last night, so I think I can
turn you on okay. If I don't eat you right, then you just tell me
what I'm doing wrong, and I'll change."
She ran fingers up his belly, kneeled there and stared fondly
down at the beautiful nude body of her son. "You don't have to
make trades with me, Dale. I'll do anything you like."
"I want to eat your pussy, Mom," he said. "I really want to
see what it's like, to taste your cunt. Especially now that I know
what it feels like to fuck it. I dig making you wiggle and moan,
and if going down on this terrific pussy turns you wild, then
it'll make me wild, too."
She said, "You're an adorable boy. Shall I lie down?"
"No," he answered, "just crawl up on top of me. Rub your
pussy along my belly and over my chest, rub it slow and dirty,
slow and greasy, mom. I really will dig feeling it slide over my
skin, all hairy and wet. Then, when you get up close to my face,
kind of lift that gorgeous ass and just sit down on my mouth."
"I'd love to," she sighed.
It made her indescribably sexy, rubbing her inflamed cunt
over his satin skin, grinding her crotch upon the flawless body of
the boy she had loved all his life. She made a real production of
the trip up his shuddering body, sliding her ass back and forth,
making certain that no part of his belly and chest hadn't been
dampened by the juices oozing from her cunt, wetting him down with
her own love lubrications and the residual leakings of his come.
"That's groovy," he whispered through set teeth. "Oh, that's
real crazy, mother. Oh wow--I'm already a mother fucker, and now
in a few seconds, I'm going to be a mother sucker."
"My darling," she murmured, "oh my darling, horny boy." On
up his body she went, progressing slowly and sensuously, getting
lascivious thrills out of making him squirm at the slippery
fondling of her feverish pussy.
Then she was at his face, the blonde hairs of her cunt poised
at his chin, so near his open and panting mouth, so near the eager
tongue she could see flicking past his lips.
He breathed huskily, "Your cunt is lovely, all golden-haired
and the lips are red, puffy from our fucking, and I can see the
inner lips, all bright and shiny. Your pussy looks delicious,
Mother."
Regina lifted her lower body, carefully placed her knees on
each side of his head and stared down at his handsome face. She
was going to feed her child her pussy.
She hesitated above him, poised for just an uncertain minute
over his anxious face, and Dale said: "Oh, please--" so of course
she had to go on, as she truly desired to.
Regina's crotch lowered, sank gently to meet the hungry
upthrusting of his tongue. Thrill after hot thrill bombed through
her flesh, lancing tendrils of mad sensation over her nerve ends.
It was deeper, more sensitive, because it was Dale, because it was
her son eating into her cunt.
He mumbled into her cavity, and the oils flowed from her as
if a new well had been tapped, drenching his chin and cheeks,
bubbling in his mouth and over that reaching, curling, searching
tongue. She moved her ass just so, and Dale's hands found her
cheeks, just as his tongue discovered the target of her clitoris.
She vibrated upon his mouth, convulsed and made a series of
seesawing motions, wiggled and shook, smearing her pussy into his
mouth, rubbing it over his face as she fucked it, as she screwed
her son's mouth.
Dale hung on to her, ate into her blazing cunt and sucked
mightily, making strange noises, teasing and worrying the clit
with tongue and teeth, opening her secret places and sucking her
like an end-peeled orange.
She came furiously, swiveling her hips and making her crotch
do tricks on his mouth. She came with a roaring, spasming torrent
of erotic, wanton adoration that ripped her apart inside, that
melted her and turned her forever soft.
Chapter 15
She ate ravenously at lunch, putting away a platter of fries
and a steak so thick, devouring a salad and three bottles of beer.
Regina still felt a shade hungry when she stopped, but she also
felt a little guilty, and smiled over at Dale across the table.
"All that sex makes me starved," she said. "I have to build
up my strength if we're going to keep it up."
Her son reached for her hand. "That we are, Mom. Just like
Carey and his mother, I'll bet. There hasn't been a peep out of
the Baker house all day. They're probably still in the bedroom,
fucking away like crazy."
Regina smiled. "We can't blame them. It's a glorious
sensation, screwing your own son."
"And your own mother," he said. "Mom--what are we going to
do about us, when Dad comes home--and my sister?"
"I'll just have to tell him," she said. "I don't think we
can go through the seduction trap again, because there's just no
way we can have little Judy Baker lay your father. It's not like
it was with you and Stella, or me and Carey. We've hit a
roadblock."
Dale looked thoughtful. "Maybe not. Judy is no real
straight chick. I haven't gotten into her panties, but I know a
guy who has."
"But what makes you think she'll do us a favor and screw your
father? I mean, she doesn't owe us anything, and I can't go up to
Judy's mother and say how about Bill sticking your daughter, so we
can get us all in the game. And come to think of it--that also
means pulling Monica in with us. Monica is--"
"No cherry, Mom; believe me. She's a lot like you, so cute
and sexy that the guys follow her round with their tongues hanging
out. Monica has been fucking her steady guy for a month or two
now."
Regina frowned. It seemed all too casual, discussing her
daughter's virginity with her son, but another mental look at the
discussion made things more clear. Why be so phony, why be
hypocritical at all, when the only way was to be honest--up front,
as the kids would say?
"They'll be back from the beach before long," she said.
"Maybe we should just sit down with Monica--all three of us--and
have a talk. You'd lay your sister, wouldn't you?"
"Damned right," Dale answered. "Like I said, she's a real
sexy piece, a lot like you. And Dad--well, she'd go for him in a
second. I can tell that. As for him, you've got him so turned on
now that he'll do anything you want, and he's sure not going to
turn down a chance to put it to Monica's juicy young snatch."
Nodding, Regina said, "I think we'll all stay home tonight."
Dale helped her clear the table and put dishes into the
washer. Slipping his arms around her waist from behind, he
pressed himself into her ass and as she leaned back into him,
lifted his hands to hold her breasts. She felt much adored, the
young bride in the arms of her lover.
That's when the front door opened noisily, and Regina pulled
guiltily away from her son's embrace, knowing a sharp flash of
resentment at any intrusion that would move him away from her.
Her husband and daughter laughed into the kitchen, wind-
rumpled and scattering grains of beach sand. Bill swung the
picnic hamper onto the drainboard. "Hi, Regina--Dale. You guys
should have been along; we had a great time. Chuck and Judy tried
the water, but it was just too damned cold for me, and Monica
stayed to fix the food--"
Regina stared through lowered lashes at her daughter, seeing
her perhaps for the first time as a complete woman, sufficient
unto herself. The girl's honeyblonde hair set off her liquid
brown eyes to perfection, and her mouth looked just a bit smeared,
as if she had been kissed hard, recently.
Monica looked back with a direct stare, and the set of her
young mouth contained perhaps just a touch of arrogance. Was her
daughter possessor of some new knowledge, some new wisdom that she
wasn't afraid to flaunt?
Glancing away, Regina caught her son's eye, and Dale nodded.
"Come on, Monica--you have to listen to this groovy new tape I got
today--"
His hand on hers, he practically dragged his sister from the
room, so his mother and father could be alone for a few minutes.
He'd sensed what was coming, she thought, felt the vibes in the
air and was making things easier for them.
She opened a beer for her husband and one for herself,
wishing for something stronger. Sitting at the table, he fidgeted
a bit, swallowed some cold beer, and brought out his words with a
rush: "Regina--I have something to tell you. You know this
morning, while you were sacked out with Stella? Well, Chuck and
me got this great idea, and you two women were so happy there
together, that we decided to leave you like that and--and take the
kids for a picnic. The girls, that is. You see, Chuck and me--
well, we thought that since swapping wives was so damned much fun,
that maybe swapping--ahh--daughters would be just as big a blast."
He ran out of breath, dropped his eyes and gulped beer. She
stared at her husband. "And was it?"
"Was it what? Oh, yeah--a blast; yeah--sure, it was. You
wouldn't figure those kids--but they're so damned sweet and young
and sensuous, all at once. I have to confess that I screwed Judy
Baker today. She's a real redhead, too; the hair of her little
pussy is like fire, but curlier, and--"
Her voice was sly, smooth: "And how was your daughter?"
"Just great!" he answered enthusiastically. "Only sixteen
years old, and fucks like a mink! And when she starts grinding on
your prick--"
Stopping suddenly, Bill looked down into his beer can again.
"Okay; so we traded off, and fucked our own daughters. It was
great, and I blew off more jism than I thought I had, once I got
it into Monica's tight pussy. And Chuck--well, he didn't want to
turn his kid loose. They kept screwing until we had to call a
halt and get home. Look, Regina--you started all this fucking
around stuff, so don't get all pissed at me because I took it a
step farther, just a logical step farther. And it's not like
either of those girls were cherries; they sure as hell weren't.
Monica bragged that she's been screwing for almost two years now."
She said, "So has Dale--but he claims I'm the best piece of
ass he ever had."
For a long moment, her husband didn't say anything, didn't
move a muscle as the information sank in. Then his fingers
clenched on his beer can and he banged it hard upon the table top.
"Son of a bitch! And here I thought I was getting a step ahead of
you." His eyes found hers and clung. "Fucking your own son, are
you? And the Carey kid, too?"
"Him first, the way you screwed Judy Carey first. It's okay
with Stella, though--she's made it with both the boys, too. I
imagine that Dale is in his room now, breaking all the news to
Monica, so the little bitch won't feel so superior."
His head jerked up, "Now wait--"
She said, "Oh, I meant bitch as a compliment. I'm not jealous
of her; I'm intrigued. Dale and I were planning on your fucking
her, so nobody would have to hide anything from anybody else. That
goes for the Bakers, too. I'm glad you screwed both kids,
darling, that you broke the ice--if that's the proper phrase--with
your daughter. Now we can all ball together. Each of us has four
to fuck."
Bill said numbly, "You mean--Dale and Monica?"
She laughed. "Why not? Does that smack of incest?"
He shook his head. "Damned if I can understand anything
that's going on. Just a few days ago, I had this kind of nice,
sometimes sexy wife, and everything was going along--"
"Boring as hell," she finished for him. "Bill Abbott--are
you going to tell me you'd like to have your sex back the way it
was?"
He grunted, got up and popped the lids on two more beers.
Handing her one, he said, "No way, baby. I never had so much fun
in my whole life, and I'm not going to stop now."
"Then what's the argument about Dale and Monica fucking each
other?"
He held up one hand. "The idea just shook me at first,
that's all. Now I see that it's no different than me screwing
her, or you laying him. You know, now that I think of it, it's a
real wonder that the boy hasn't got into her pants before this.
I've been thinking about fucking Monica for a long time, I just
never had the guts to try."
She finished her beer and stood up to plant a wet kiss on her
husband's lips. "I told Dale that we'd be staying home tonight,
and since Stella is probably going through a showdown scene of her
own next door, no doubt the Bakers will be unavailable this
evening. Now lover man, if you'll draw the curtains and lock the
doors, and take the phone off the hook, I'll go up and tidy
myself. Maybe I'll break up anything the kids have gotten started.
That's because I want them fresh in an hour or so, as fresh as
they can be, that is. The Abbott family is going to have an orgy
all its own."
His chuckle followed her up the stairs. She strode directly
to her son's room and opened the door without knocking. They were
on the bed, but rolled apart when they heard her come in. Dale
was grinning, but Monica looked guilty.
Regina said, "Sorry to intrude, kids--but since we have this
party tonight--"
Monica said sharply, "What party? I have something else in
mind, and--"
Clearly, Regina said it: "A fuck party. If you know of
something better to do, please let me know. I'd like to join
you."
Her daughter gasped; her son laughed aloud and said, "See,
Monica? I was going to tell you what a swinger mom is, too.
While you were out making it with dad and Chuck. I was home
screwing her."
"I--I don't believe it!" Monica said in a shocked voice.
"Tonight, I'll prove it," Regina said. "How about you two
getting all showered and shaped up? I suggest the dress be scuffs
and robes, with nothing underneath. You can get fucked by your
brother then, dear--and have another go at your daddy."
She left them then, smiling to herself at how Monica's feline
air of superiority had been punctured. The girl had thought
herself preferred over her mother, and had been feeling a bit smug
about it. She'd feel better tonight, with a couple of drinks down
her to numb any inhibitions she might have left over. When Monica
learned how to be open, how to be free with her fucking, she'd be
happier.
The shower felt terrific, brightening and freshening her
skin. The douche did something of the same for the inner woman,
cleansing her of any lingering odor that might be offensive.
Regina washed her hair and used a hand dryer on it, fluffing it
out in a natural fall over her shoulders. She used a good perfume
and picked her other good robe, the pale blue one that she could
almost see through.
Feeling wicked, she didn't use her scuffs, but chose instead
a pair of the new wedgies with the high soles and outrageously
tall heels. They made her legs appear even longer and slimmer,
and she pirouetted before the mirror to watch them.
For the first time, she thought of her daughter as she
thought of Stella Baker. Would she, when the time came, make love
to Monica, too? Regina wasn't sure about that, although the idea
gave her hot tingles along her lower spine, Monica was a lovely,
sensuous girl, young and new, and she shouldn't miss the tender
ecstasy only another woman could show her how to share.
Leaving the bathroom, Regina thought that could come later,
if at all. Sharp waves of excitement rose in her belly as she
walked downstairs, her thighs making soft, kissing noises when
they touched in passing. She would certainly fuck both her
husband and her son, perhaps changing off on them, and she might
become involved with her daughter.
It was going to be a highly interesting evening, she thought,
and headed directly for the living room, for the little bar across
one corner. As she walked over the carpet, she couldn't help
flashing back to the glorious fuck scenes she had already
experienced in this room, on the couch and on the carpet. But
tonight would top them all.
She had two tall pitchers of rum cokes mixed, and was adding
lemon when Bill came into the room. He was wearing his terrycloth
robe, she saw with satisfaction. He said, "Making them a little
weak, for the kids?"
Nodding, she pointed to one pitcher. "This one is; ours is
double strength. They're a hell of a lot younger than we are,
lover. We're going to need extra fuel, to keep up with them."
Helping himself to a glass, Bill poured it full and dropped
an ice cube into the mahogany-colored mixture. "Oh, I don't know
about that. I've been doing pretty good, for an old man. You
know, I had no idea that I could fuck for so long and for so many
times running. It must be all the new cunt I'm getting. Not that
yours is old, baby--I was just too used to it. Now it's thrilling
for me again, like getting married to you all over again."
"I know," she said. "I keep getting so excited that I can't
stand still."
There was a squeal upstairs, and as their heads swung toward
the stairs, they saw Monica come flying down them with her brother
in close pursuit. Giggling, they skidded to a stop in the living
room, but not before Regina had caught a glimpse of her daughter's
exposed crotch when the robe flared back.
The girl had a beautiful mound, lightly haired in the color
of her head, the shade of new honey. Her thighs were cunningly
joined to her hips, in the precision work of a master jeweler; her
tanned legs made the white strip around her lower belly more
startling.
"We got to kidding around," Dale grinned, "and she snapped me
with her towel. Good thing she didn't hit where she was aiming,
or I'd be out of action already."
Bill had a tough time looking at his son, Regina noticed. He
managed to smile, but it was weak around the edges. Monica no
longer appeared to be sure of herself, so Regina took mercy and
poured her daughter a weak drink. She pushed one across the
little bar to her son, too.
"Here's to something," Dale said, and took a big swallow.
"Here's to us--and love," Monica said defiantly, and spoiled
the effect by choking on her rum coke.
"Let's all relax," Regina said. "We'll have a few drinks and
loosen up, and then--"
It worked out just as she imagined, because it only took a
couple of drinks to stand Monica on her ear, and Dale was almost
as giggly. But as he danced with his sister and her robe insisted
upon slipping open so that he could rub his stiff cock against her
receptive belly, he got more and more inflamed, so that his
playing turned serious.
Dropping her robe, Regina came around the bar to back in
between her husband's legs. Bill couldn't shed his own robe fast
enough, and she felt his erect prick shoved against her backbone.
He cupped her tits and rolled the erectile nipples between his
thumbs and forefingers, while his mouth worked hotly and damply at
the base of her head, tickling the back of her neck.
Her eyes were on their children, their kids turned sexy and
suddenly ripe for the fucking. Dale's mouth fastened to his
sister's, and his hands swept the robe from her shoulders, dropped
it from her taut body to fall in a heap at her feet.
Bill's harsh whisper hissed into Regina's ear: "There! Look
at that beautiful little pussy, and wait until you see what she
can do with it. That kid is going to get himself one fine piece
of hot ass."
She watched her son's prick stand out, saw the tell-tale
diamond of pre-seminal fluid upon its tip, and thought that Dale
wasn't the only one who'd get a fine screwing.
Chapter 16
Dale wasted no more time. He forced his sister back and
down, dropping her upon the couch with her fine legs flashing.
Regina saw that her daughter had good, solid tits; they were a bit
small but would grow, and their cute little nipples were
quivering.
Like her mother, Regina thought warmly--give the girl a prick
rubbing against her belly, and she was ready for anything,
anywhere. Indeed, Monica seemed to have forgotten there were on-
lookers, she was so wrapped up in her brother. Her small hands
were fluttering over his ass, and one of them found his hard cock.
Dale said, "That's right, baby--squeeze it, feel my prick in
your hand, because in just a minute, you're going to feel it in
your little pussy."
Head on the couch pillow, Monica simply arched her back and
pulled him toward her spread thighs, holding him firmly by the
shaft.
"Direct little bitch, isn't she?" Bill asked, his breath
stirring the short hairs at Regina's nape.
"She's hot and hungry," Regina said. "You and Chuck stirred
her up something fierce today, and now she's about ready to boil
over. She's a very beautiful girl, Bill."
Dale dipped his face and found one of his sister's tits to
suck on as she guided the head of his long, stiff prick into the
squirming, humid mound. Shoving up against him, she made it easier
for him to work his pole inside her snatch, and Regina could see
the honey-haired labia stretching, coming elastically apart to
allow entrance to the cockhead.
"Come on," Monica was muttering, come on! Hurry and put it
in me. I can't stand waiting any longer, Dale. Fuck me!"
Bill stroked Regina's tits and she rolled her back into the
flagpole of his cock. He said, "She sure sounds like her mother."
Regina stared avidly at the young people, and saw her son's
rigid prick slide into her daughter's pussy. It was a lovely,
unforgettable sight, she thought, and one that she would forever
treasure. She heard the gasp from Monica's lips, and the sigh of
delight from Dale's open mouth.
"They're fucking," she said softly aloud. "Our children are
fucking each other, Bill. They're both so sweet, so luscious,
that I could just eat them up."
"And you probably will," he said. "But yes--I see what you
mean, I'm not jealous of the boy. I want them both to be happy,
to fuck until they come."
Regina held to his thighs and wiggled her ass, her eyes glued
to her kids as they screwed on the couch. Her husband couldn't
take the teasing and great pressure any longer. Sliding off the
barstool, Bill said: "I'll move the stool out a little, and you
bend over it with your legs spread. I can get into you from
behind. We can fuck while we watch the kids."
Obediently, she followed his orders, positioning herself
belly-down across the seat of the barstool, her tits hanging down,
and her hands taking a brace upon the foot rungs. It was truly a
passive, subjugated position, and she had an idea that she was
going to like it very much.
Across the room, Dale said, "Sister baby--oh shake that great
ass! Grind your tight, hot cunt on me, sis! Take my prick up
your pussy and fuck like a mink."
Monica answered, "Drive it home, brother dear! Cram that meat
deep into my vagina and fuck me so hard that I'll pass out!"
Regina kept herself relaxed and soft, and knew a moment of
impatience when her husband used his finger in her pulsing snatch,
instead of his cock. But Bill did no more than feel into her
juicy hole, before drawing his finger out again, and she wondered
what the brief caress was all about.
She was gazing entranced at her screwing children when he
said down to her: "Something different this time, Regina. I'm
using your cunt oils to grease the head of my dick, and you can
feel where I'm putting what's left over--"
She flinched as she felt his fingertip at her uptilted
asshole, when she felt her own pussy lotion being smeared into the
rim. Before she realized what her husband was up to, he set his
cockhead in place.
"Bill! Not in my ass! Wait a second--Bill--"
He had one hand on the end of her spine, and was using the
other to help his cock push. "Be quiet, Regina, and watch them
fuck. You're going to get it up your ass, because I always wanted
to, and there'll never be a better time than right now. Relax, and
it won't hurt; my prick isn't all that big, and it's all greased
up right now."
She subsided, a strange new desire kindling within her body,
remembering the fingers that had been shoved in her asshole while
she was being screwed. That had felt good, and she wondered how
much better a full-sized prick would be.
Grunting, her eyelids fluttered and she clenched the stool
rungs when he put it in her as gently as possible, but with all
the force necessary to make his knob penetrate the tight ring of
her greased anus.
On the couch, Dale cried out: "Oh baby--oh wow! I'm going
to come--going to shoot off in your hot little crack, sis!"
And his sister answered, "Oh-oh-OH! I'm coming, too--ah,
your prick is hard and long--longer than my guy's shaft--not as
big as Daddy's cock--but crazy, crazy! Feed that meat to me, dear
brother--ahhh!"
Slowly, the head of her husband's prick made a passage into
her asshole and Regina found that if she pushed back, she helped
the ring expand to take him inside.
Once the head had eased itself beyond the circle, it slipped
suddenly into the tube beyond, and with one long, easy thrust,
Bill Abbott buried his prick to the balls inside his wife's ass.
Regina flinched and her belly went tight upon the bar stool
cushion as a totally new sensation spread from her ass throughout
her surprised vagina, as the wondrous feeling reached her clitoris
and jolted it with an almost physical blow. She had a cock up her
ass, and it was good.
Gently, Bill moved back, and she moved for him, making a
little circle with the cheeks of her ass, and in so doing, rubbed
her snatch into the edge of the cushion. He stroked forward
again, his tool filling and stretching the narrow sheath of her
anus. She felt as if his prick were reaching all the way up into
her belly, and thought wildly that when he came, the semen might
very well explode up through her stomach and along her throat to
shower from her open mouth.
But she fucked him anyhow, taking care since he filled her
so, knowing that she could easily tear the delicate tissues of her
ass if she got too excited. And the very newness of what he was
trying turned Bill on, the constriction of the rubbery sleeve
around his embedded cock made him reach quickly for his mounting
orgasm.
He let it go into her asshole, flooded the tube with his
sizzling come and collapsed forward upon her upturned buttocks.
Bill was gasping and she thought that his climax must have been a
tremendous one. She came close to hitting a crest of her own, but
held off deliberately, since he stopped screwing her.
When her eyes cleared, she saw that their kids were staring
transfixed at what they had watched, a variation neither of them
had ever attempted. Regina remained still until her husband backed
his cock from her hole, drawing a trail of buttery liquid behind
it. Then she swung herself erect with a feeling of triumph,
because she had taken on a new dimension; she had experienced
another kind of physical love, and now had touched just about all
the bases.
Turning back to the bar, she had two drinks in quick
succession, and felt the hot jolt of them in her belly. Then
walking to the center of the floor, she lay down and held up her
arms to her son.
"Ready to fuck your mother again, darling?"
Dale moved toward her, tugging his sister by the hand. "Lie
down beside mom," he commanded. "Dad can mount you, while I top
Mother."
Silently, Monica drifted down, and when her sleek young ass
touched Regina's hip, their hands found each other. It was a
comfort, Regina thought, a closeness finer than ever before.
Bill came stiff-legged over to stand with his reddened shaft
out before him, some of his come leaking from its tip. Only a
sexed-up tangle like this, with his daughter and wife and son,
could turn her husband onto another piece of ass so soon, Regina
thought.
And then the time for thinking was past. Her son climbed
between her thighs and, without preliminaries, set the bulb of his
greasy cock against the waiting lips of his mother's golden-haired
pussy. Watching mesmerized, Bill Abbott saw his son slide a hard
cock into his wife, saw his wife wiggle in far-out rapture as the
rigid length of the boyish prick vanished into the wet gripping of
her cunt.
Robotlike, he went to his own knees, and his daughter stared
up at him, at the glistening cock-head that had just been removed
from her mother's hole. Regina saw them come together, watched
with intense concentration as her husband pushed the head of that
prick into her daughter's eager cleft, watched Monica's feet lift
higher and higher until the toes were pointing at the ceiling.
Bill's cock went in to the roots, and his hairy balls came to
rest in the crack of his girl's shuddering young ass. Just then
Monica squeezed her mother's hand, as if to say: mom, I've got
your man's prick in me, and it's wonderful.
But so was Dale's cock, moving impetuously within the steamy
nest of his mother's aroused pussy, and Regina squeezed back, as
if to say: I understand, and bless you.
"Fuck me, Daddy," Monica breathed.
Regina said, "Fuck me, son."
Then they fell silent, the four of them moving sweetly
together, sinuously together. Regina brushed her ass against her
daughter's ass as she squirmed, and the contact seemed to bind
them all even closer, to make a circle of them, so that their
ecstasy was equally shared, so that their blissful fucking was
spread throughout all their bodies at the same time.
Lifting to one elbow, reaching her face up and over, Regina
made it a more perfect circle by making contact with her husband.
Their mouths met, and Bill's tongue began to plunge back and forth
into her gasping mouth in just the manner that his prick was
pumping in and out of his daughter's fine, clenching pussy.
Dale continued to fuck, pounding his cock to the hilt with
prideful thrusts that demonstrated to his father that he was just
as much a man, that he could fuck his father's wife just as hard,
just as pleasingly.
Bill groaned against her teeth, and she sucked upon his
tongue. From somewhere, a soft hand came to fondle one of her
aching tits, and she thought the hand was Monica's. Violent
forces raged within her vagina, and her clit was threatening to
tear loose from its moorings. Regina hunched to her son's cock
and let herself go completely.
She would never know which of them reached the first orgasm.
The tangle, the interweaving, was so blended that who came first
did not matter. There were moanings and humpings, little glad
cries of rapture and the panting sounds of lust run rampant.
There were the noises a wetly hammering prick makes in a well-
drenched pussy. There was a symphony of flesh upon flesh and the
segue of skins.
Regina came in a crazy kind of grabbing, kissing, wiggling.
She felt hot semen spatter the length and breadth of her insanely
aroused cunt, and she felt the slash of teeth as a man's mouth
locked into her lip. She knew the grip of hands upon her tender
boobs, and she threshed in an orgiastic voluptuousness that made
her brain expand.
Enmeshed in the tender trappings of legs and arms, held
together by pricks and cunts and hands and mouths, they were, for
an uncountable period of time, one object turned inanimate in the
furnace of emotions that fused them.
Slowly, regretfully, they came apart. When Regina got back
to the world, she found herself looking up into the serious face
of her daughter.
"Mom," Monica said, "you're just boss, the very most. I love
you so much."
Weakly, Regina touched Monica's cheek. "I love you, dear.
We all love each other now--deeply and fully. It's going to be
wonderful around here from now on. You'll get an idea of just how
wonderful, as soon as we all catch our breaths. I want you and me
to make love, darling."
Monica didn't hesitate. "Of course, mom."
Regina let her hand drop. In a minute, she would sit up and
have another drink to put more fuel in her tank, although she
could probably run the rest of the night on her stored-up energy.
She thought of the house across the yard, of four other
people who were just as deliriously happy, who were exploring the
heretofore forbidden mysteries of each other's bodies, breaking
every taboo on the list, and reveling in the joy of the
destruction.
Stella and Chuck Baker; Carey and Judy Baker--four lovely,
sensuous people--would now widen the circle of love to include the
Abbotts. Idly, warmly, Regina wondered what it was going to be
like to have eight naked people in one room, doing all sorts of
exciting things.
But that was for another time, she reminded herself, and
opened her eyes to the now of her magically sensitized existence.
She saw her son, his prick drooping only a bit--and her husband,
with his cock bent in the middle, but only momentarily; she saw
her lovely daughter, with the froth of semen gleaming on her pussy
hairs.
It was going to be a long night, Regina thought, and a happy
one.
Chapter 17
"We might have a little trouble keeping track of things and
people," Stella said. "There are four on each side, if we look at
it that way--and that might not be a bad way to start this here
swinging orgy."
Regina smiled at her friend, her lover. Stella was so much
fun, even when she wasn't fucking somebody. They were all ranged
around the Baker's living room, she and her husband and their
children, the Bakers and their children.
She asked, "What way is best to start, Stella?"
"With sides," the small woman answered. "The Bakers and the
Abbotts can meet halfway, lined up according to size or age, or
whatever, and start fucking. In five minutes, we change over."
Bill said, "Hey--I don't quite figure that out; change over
how?"
Stella answered, "Well, let's see--suppose we start in by you
screwing me, Bill; Chuck can fuck Regina, my son Carey can put it
to your daughter Monica, and my daughter Judy can get shafted by
your son Dale. That makes one family fucking the other. Then
when we change over, we'll fuck within the families. How's that?"
Regina crossed her long legs, amazed at the tremble that was
setting up within her thighs. "Then after the switch, you and I
should be screwing our own husbands, and the boys will be making
it with their own sisters?"
"That's it," Stella agreed. "Everybody ready?"
Regina thought that she'd been ready for a long time, ever
since she got started in the husband-exchanging, son-fucking
maneuvers. Glancing around the room, as they all began sliding
and wiggling out of their robes, she realized that there was only
one she hadn't had sexual relations with--Judy Baker, the luscious
little redhead with the seagreen eyes, the Baker daughter. She'd
get to the girl later in the evening.
She stood up and shed her robe, stood proudly and sexily in a
hipshot pose drawing the male eyes. She was happy with her re-
awakened body, with its newly aroused facets, and would glory in
its uses to both male and female. For she could love and be loved
by both sexes, and that was more than she had ever believed
before.
Holding out her arms, she sway-hipped toward Chuck Baker, and
saw the rising of his prick as he advanced to meet her. A step to
her right, her husband Bill was walking to Stella, and so on down
the line. Four hardening cocks were pointed outward, feeling
their way toward four anticipating cunts. Eight tits bobbed and
jigged saucily, and as many hearts beat with heightened excitement
as they all neared each other.
Happily, Regina went into the arms of her man, the husband of
her best friend. She brought her silken belly up tightly to his
swollen cock, and smiled as she kissed him. She flattened the
nipples of her tits into his chest.
"A real family fuck," she said softly, running only the hot
tip of her tongue in and out of his mouth. "All of us screwing
each other, right out in the open where each of us can share the
happiness, where we can all participate in the pure beauty of it
all."
Chuck grinned his answer, and slid his hands familiarly
around the cheeks of her ass so that he could pull her golden
haired cunt up closer to his crotch. She ground it into him, let
the warm and erotic feelings flow unhampered within her soul,
within her vagina.
She drew him to the floor with her, one hand fondling his
prick, her body going vibrant and her mound dampening in eagerness
to receive his cock. She lay beside him on the carpet, their
hands feeling over flesh and hair, cupping and stroking and
trailing the pleasure-pain of fingernails into crevices that
ached.
"Fuck me, darling," she asked her lover, and helped him steer
the yearning knob of his shaft to the trembling wetness of her
labia. Sliding one leg up and across his waist, Regina positioned
herself for the screwing, settling her crotch upon the spongy-hard
end. His glans shoved against her fleshy barrier and slowly,
sweetly, began to penetrate.
Rolling her head to the side, Regina watched her own
husband's prick plunging already, balls-deep, into the black
furred cunt of Stella Baker. He was in the traditional position,
between her small, sleek legs.
Stella coiled and uncoiled those legs, striking with the
gentle surgings of her pelvis. Her pussy devoured Bill's cock so
that only his balls seemed to keep him from being pulled
completely inside her body.
And beyond her, Dale Abbot was drawing Judy Baker down upon
his upright prick. The head of her son's cock shone like a
lavender beacon as it reached for the red-haired pussy above it.
A gorgeous little cunt, Regina saw, looking as if it was curled in
crisp flames. It was probably as hot as it looked.
As she watched, Dale held to Judy's ass and the girl squatted
to fasten the blunt point of his cock into her snatch, then ground
down upon it with a corkscrew motion, slow and easy. The girl's
face was shining, her pink-tipped tits quivering and Dale grunted
with great satisfaction as his cock worked into her pussy.
One more set--and Regina had to crane her neck a little to
make them out: her own daughter Monica--Monica with the hot
suctioning cunt--and the boy Carey, who had lost his cherry
fucking Monica's mother. That mother stared now as he approached
her daughter from the back, as he urged Monica over onto her hands
and knees in a dog-fashion pose. Carey had his prick in one hand,
and was guiding it between the polished buttocks of the girl,
aiming it into the honey blonde hair between the incredible
softness of her rounded thighs.
Then they were all moving to their own rhythms, fucking at
their own beat, grinding and thrusting, wiggling and humping as
they felt like it.
The boys screwed the girls, and the men fucked their women.
The fact that the girls' brothers were within arm's reach, meant
only additional pleasure. The fact that the husbands of the women
were brushing their hips, as they fucked, against the other woman,
only meant sharper thrills to all concerned.
It was hypnotic, Regina thought, to watch the other pricks
sliding into the lovely cunts, seeing their oily, polished shafts
move within the jealous gripping of stretched and feverish labia.
Their balls swayed and bounced softly, or swung wetly, or hung
trembling in the cleft of an ass. So beautiful, she thought, so
vividly provoking of highly erotic sensations.
Sweetly, hotly, she fucked Chuck Baker, giving him a tit to
suck, changing over to nibble at his own flinching button. He
worked his magic prick juicily within her pussy, felt it over her
thrumming clitoris and massaged the walls of her vagina. He was a
fine, thoughtful lover, the first man she had taken since she
married, her first true lover. Chuck had taught her to suck cock,
and how thrilling it was to have her own cunt eaten. She owed him
so much, as she owed the rest of the Baker family.
She'd pay them all back, she thought, fucking steadily and
greedily upon his shaft, rolling and clenching her ass in slow,
sexy movements. She was in no hurry to come, and didn't rush it.
It was wonderful just to screw, to ride this prick and think how
magnificent it all was.
"Hey!" Stella's voice raised high, a little keen. "Hey,
everybody, time to change over, to fuck the members of your own
family--no matter if you've come already or not. And there's no
hurry for that, you know. We have all night, and all this good
sex to catch up on."
Reluctantly, they parted, pulling apart with lingering
caresses and kisses. Chuck's cock slid from her cunt as hard as
when it went inside. "Come back soon," Regina said, patting it.
She smiled up at her own husband, at Bill whose prick
glistened from the hot inner juices of Stella's cunt. He came
gladly to her, and she rolled over onto her back, spreading her
knees wide to take him all in.
Bill said, "This is wild, baby--I always like to shove my
cock in there after Chuck has just pulled his out, but this time
he didn't come in your pussy."
"Maybe you will," she said, "and your son can fuck into your
semen. That's almost as good for you, isn't it? You really do
dig seeing Dale screw me."
"Yeah," he panted, fitting his cockhead into her wet cunt
lips and pushing gently, strongly forward. "I damned near came,
just watching that boy pump his prick into your hot snatch. Oh,
baby--Regina darling--you're so slick inside, so steamy."
"Chuck stirred me all up," she said. "One of these nights, I
want to take all four of you males on, fuck you all--with you the
last in line."
"We'll do it," he promised, pumping his rod into her, feeding
it a little faster now, getting more turned on with the picture
she had drawn for him of the two boys and Chuck sticking it to
her, each of them letting go their loads into her ardent pussy,
then he crawling on to finish off the multiple fucking.
Beside her, she heard Stella moaning and hissing, and she
moved her head around to watch Chuck bring his wife to a biting,
squirming orgasm.
"I'm coming!" Stella cried out. "Oh damn you, I'm coming!"
The good and the bad, Regina thought; good feelings in the
foaming crest of the climax, sorrow because she had been forced to
come when she had meant to last much longer.
And farther down the line, Judy Baker said sharply, loudly:
"Oh--oh, Dale! Your prick--oh, oh--"
Regina couldn't hear as her daughter was fucked by Carey
Baker, but she could make out their scuffling over the sounds of
the other people. All of them were tuned in, turned out. They
were fucking happily, sensuously, not hiding anything from anyone.
Maybe it was emanating from her own head, but she thought she
could see an aura of sorts, a glistening, halo kind of thing that
moved with a faint purple shining throughout the room. Then she
was busy, hunching madly with her husband as he pounded his hard
cock into her grasping pussy.
They came together, he spurting and splashing; she with that
extra sense of warm looseness, that special bursting of fires and
a showering of stars. Her ass made concentric circles, and her
pelvis interrupted those circles occasionally to bump gently
against Bill's crotch.
"So fine," she whispered, "so wonderful."
And by the time he had partially melted within her, then
backed his softening prick out of the grip of her cunt, she was so
relaxed that she felt as if a major part of her body had turned to
liquid and was soaking into the carpet.
Regina was in a state of half-awareness when the boy stood
over her with his cock in hand. Peering up through lash-shadowed
eyes, she recognized her own son.
"May I fuck you now, Mother?" he asked politely.
She arched her tits up to him, and when he kneeled between
her semen-slicked thighs, Dale took both breasts in his hands to
feel them tenderly, to stimulate their nipples into another
erection. Taking hold of his hard young shaft, she fondled it
awhile, enjoying the weight of his balls, fingering along the cord
that ran from his testicles to his asshole.
Her son, her loving, horny boy, yearning to fuck his mother,
even though there were gorgeous young girls about, one his sister.
They would always have this farout need for each other, she
thought, as she rubbed up and down the pulsing head of his prong.
Dale shoved his cock into her vagina, sloshed it into the
sheath that was awash with his father's semen. It felt fabulous
to her, electric and incomparable, and she wriggled sensuously
upon the rod, passing her reawakening clitoris over the veined
trunk, grinding and shaking.
He kissed her, ran his sweet tongue deeply into her mouth,
and his hands cupped the cheeks of her ass to lift her throbbing
crotch to meet his powerful thrusts. Slosh, her cunt went; whush,
her pussy bubbled, and she clamped her vaginal muscles down upon
this most voluptuous of all pricks.
They fucked steadily, with an intense dedication that closed
out all the other moving bodies around them. They shut away all
the sounds--the gaspings and moanings and the unmistakable noises
of a prick moving wetly within a suctioning cunt.
Dale came a heartbeat before she did, hosing his precious
semen copiously into her receptive vagina, pumping his creamy
richness into his mother's pussy, hot and heavy. She had the
feeling of being boiled inside, but her own heat blazed
triumphantly forth and countered his. Cresting upon a lovely,
permeating orgasm, Regina shivered and broke, arching her back and
banging her cunt into his pelvis with an absorbing fury--then
falling back as he impaled her cunt and let the swollen head of
his prick stabbed at her womb.
She either fainted or fell into a soft and dreamless sleep.
Regina didn't know which, but when she came warmly alert again,
there was a new and zealous prick working within her snatch.
Carey, she thought, and held him calmly within the circle of
her arms, responding only slightly to the workings of his boyish
cock. She was the earth mother now, the all-mother, giving the
comfort of her saturated pussy to all men, sharing her heat and
love. The boy screwed with a swiftening, hurrying tempo that
blurred his shaft into her cunt, a slim piston of eager meat that
soon turned into a miniature volcano and erupted.
Lazily, she thought that now she had done it, that she had
taken all four of these beautiful males into her pussy, and now
all that remained for her this night was to take all of them into
her mouth. And, to go on to the three women who also awaited her
love. Stella, her friend; Judy, her friend's daughter; and, of
course, her own sweet young girl, Monica. If she could last so
long; if she or some of the others didn't tire and fall asleep, or
worse yet, lose interest.
Never, she thought, and broke her lethargy to sit up and look
around her. Never would they fall into a rut of habit or duty or
simply go through the motions of making love. They were like a
many faceted jewel, able to catch the light and the heat from any
sun. Together, they offered each other so many variations, a
plentitude of erotic pleasures that could not pall.
Someone touched her upon the shoulder, and she looked up at
the lovely red-haired girl, Judy Baker. Judy asked, "Ready, Mrs.
Abbott--for me, I mean?"
Regina smiled. "I'm always ready," she said.
The End
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