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@(C) 1998 Frederick T. Commercial use in any form requires the written
permission of the author and will ensure a portion of the proceeds goes
to the National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORMAL)
and/or the American Cancer Society.
!!!!! ATTENTION READER !!!!!
The following work is of a sexual nature. If you have not yet reached the
age of consent, where ever you reside, the author requests your parents or
guardians review this material before you continue. Censoring the material a
young mind absorbs is not the responsibility of the creator but that of the
adult who has custodial responsibility for the young mind. Having said that;
the following story is pure fantasy. It didn't happen, probably could never
happen and the author accepts no responsibility for person or persons who
attempt to make it happen. All the characters were created by the author and
none of them are based on people who actually lived or are living in this
wonderful world we inhabit. We are all created by a wonderful process called
sexual intercourse. That it was made so pleasurable is undeniably the reason
we have filled this world with our children. While the creator probably did
so for a reason; remember that human beings created all the side dishes that
accompany the basic act. Sex should have a happy ending, whether with
yourself or with a partner. That this is sometimes not the case can only be
the fault of the participants. Sex should be fun ! As always e-mail your
comments to the usual.
If Candy is Dandy and Liquor is Quicker...Who's Maryjane ??
Part Three
(MF mF Spanish Fly)
by
Frederick T.
With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution
***** CHAPTER EIGHT *****
Sally was horny as shit. It had been almost a year since she met Victor
for their last tryst. She looked over at Dale and saw him firing up the bong
again. He handed it to her and she took a drag. She smiled at him and Dale
smiled back. She then realized that she was still opening and closing her
knees. She tried to stop them but didn't seem to be able to send the command
to her leg muscles. Jesus ! This was good pot !
Dale noticed the goofy look on Sally's face but had his own problems to
contend with. He had a monster hardon in his shorts and was trying to will it
away. He kept watching her eyes to make sure she didn't notice. Oh ! Jesus,
was this a reltne (you know, the kind of hardon that draws all the blood from
your brain and then you pass out) ! God, he wished he was back in Las Vegas
with Shelly instead of here with his sister-in-law. He looked over at her and
wondered why she kept opening and closing her knees. The fact that Timmy told
him what was going to happen, when they met in the hall, never crossed his
mind.
Timmy was going ape shit. He was positive the stuff he put in their
drinks was bullshit - a fucking joke. He was pissed but relieved and wandered
out the front door to go "hang out" for a while. Timmy left too soon !
Sally couldn't find a comfortable position. She kept moving around on the
lawn chair and was sure Dale must think she was having some problem. She
looked over at him and noticed him rearranging his penis in his pants. She
quickly looked away when he looked up at her. Did he see her looking at his
crotch ? She was unsure - but one thing she was positive of; her
brother-in-law had a big, big boner in his shorts. She wiped her upper lip
again, then quickly excused herself and rushed to her room.
Sally had to concentrate very hard not to jump on the bed, tear her shorts
off and finger her brains out. She couldn't ever remember being so horny even
when she was expecting a visit from Victor.
Dale knew she saw his hardon. He watched her leave the patio. Really he
was watching her cute butt sashay into the house. He'd always thought Sally
had a terrific looking ass and had often thought about what it would look like
naked. As soon as she left the patio, he got up and tried to find a
comfortable position for his hardon. Jesus ! He was as hard as rock. He
could even feel heat radiating off his boner through his shorts.
Sally decided to dress for bed and once she made excuses to Dale, finger
herself to a hundred or so orgasms until she fell asleep. She stripped off
her shorts and blouse and put on her night shirt. It was a mid-thigh length,
sleeveless "T" shirt with real big arm holes. From the sides her breasts were
clearly visible. She wandered out into the den. Dale was still out on the
patio and the stereo was on. She walked to the door and put her arms up on
the door frame. Dale was in full profile and now there was no doubt in her
mind...Her brother-in-law had one big, hard cock in his pants. Every few
seconds, Dale would move his boner one way or the other, like it was bothering
him. She had planned on saying something but was now just staring at Dale's
hardon. For the life of her, she couldn't remember what it was she wanted to
say. All thoughts of saying anything vanished.
Dale felt he was being watched and turned toward the door way. There was
Sally standing in the door way. The light, behind her, made it almost appear
she was naked. He could clearly see the swell of her breasts and the flare of
her hips. His boner throbbed in his pants and then he noticed that she was
staring at his crotch. God ! Was he embarrassed ?!
Sally giggled and then blurted out, "Wana dance, stranger ?" She was
curious to see if that bulge in his pants was as big as it looked.
Dale choked out, "Dance...?"
"Yea, come on, Dale. You're the one who turned on the music."
Dale was real stoned and vaguely remembered turning on the stereo, hoping
that going about...doing things normally would make his hardon disappear. It
hadn't and Sally was still looking at his crotch. He took a tentative step
toward her and she moved toward him. They met about three feet out on the
patio and when they touched, it was like electricity arced between them.
Sally put her hands on Dale's shoulders and Dale put his hands on Sally's
waist. They now both had their eyes locked on each other and started to sway
to the music. It was some old Beach Boy's stuff or maybe Jan & Dean. Sally
was anxious to rub up against him to see if that bulge in his shorts was all
penis, although she got a real charge out of calling Victor's a "cock." God,
did that turn him on !
Dale was concentrating on keeping as far away from her as possible and in
the process of doing that let his hands slide down to the slope of her hips.
He was sure she wasn't wearing a thing under the night shirt and wondered why
she dressed this way. As soon as his hands touched her hips, Sally stepped
closer to him and his hard, bowed cock came in contact with her belly. She
could almost feel the warmth through their clothes, because neither one of
them was wearing much. Dale was wishing he'd worn underwear.
Sally couldn't believe the hard lump just touching her stomach was Dale's
cock and moved closer. Dale was holding back, trying not to grind his cock
against her stomach but was losing the battle. He buried his face in her
neck, grabbed both of her ass cheeks, one in each hand, and ground his cock
against her. "Oooh...God...Sally." He croaked.
Sally tightened her hold around his neck and, on her tip-toes, tried to
get that hard bulge grinding against her lower belly, which was churning like
a mixmaster. It was all down hill from there. Dale's hands quickly found her
bare butt and started to knead her firm ass and Sally started grinding her
lower belly into one of the biggest cocks she'd ever felt pressed up against
her.
Dale was biting her neck and shoulder. Sally was audibly moaning. She
slipped a hand in between them and captured his hard phallus. Dale's cock
jerked in her hand. She squeezed it real hard and Dale damn near blew a load
in his shorts. He picked her up by her ass cheeks and walked them both into
the den...Right to the couch, where he lowered her to the cushions. Sally sat
and stared at the bulge in his pants while Dale reached down and began to
pull his shorts off.
"Dale...Let me...Please. I want to touch and feel your...cock." At the
mention of the word, Dale's penis lurched in his shorts and Sally reached out
and slowly pulled them down until his hard dick boomeranged back against his
stomach. Dale was pulling his shirt off and didn't see the expression on her
face but it was priceless. Sally sucked in her breath, pulled her night shirt
off over her head and started to get to her knees on the couch with her butt
facing him. She was ready; had been since he kneaded her bare ass. Her cunt
was drooling lubrication. "Now...Dale...I need it now !" She was almost
screaming.
Dale dropped to his knees and wrestled her back around so that she was
sitting on the couch. Her breasts, about apple size, were covered with goose
bumps, the areolae and nipples swollen with her desire. They were a dark
brown, almost a coral color and poked out from her breast meat like bottle
caps. Dale leaned forward and sucked one into his mouth. He wanted to make
this last. As long as he was going to be fucking his brother's wife...Oh !
God ! His brother's wife - his sister-in-law - Jesus ! What the fuck was he
doing ? Well, it wouldn't last long. As soon as he got into her, he'd cum
quickly and then it would be over. He couldn't ever remember being this
turned on...even way back when...when he and Deborah were exploring the
wonderful sensations of sex for the first time.
His mouth was on her stomach, his tongue wiggling around in her navel.
Her hands were guiding him, really pushing him lower. He wanted to taste her.
Lick her pussy...Get her off before he disappointed her with his lack of
staying power. Her could feel her wiry pubic hair against his chin and then
had a tongue in it and she was chanting, "Yes...Dale...Yes...Eat my cunt...Eat
me, Dale...Do it...Now !" His tongue wormed it's way into the folds of her
cunt and she was screaming and yelling that she was cuming. She was sloppy
wet. Dale couldn't ever remember a woman with so much juice running out of
her pussy as he ate her. His tongue explored all of her. Her labia, chewing
and sucking on them. Her cunt, fucking his tongue in and out of her until she
was pulling on his hair so hard it hurt. And finally her clit, sucking and
nibbling on it until she started screaming, "Fuck me, Dale...Now, Dale...Fuck
me...Now...Now...Now !"
Sally was hotter than the proverbial fire-cracker. She knew she was
hurting him as she tried to pull his face out of her crotch. His tongue was
driving her crazy. She was so hot to fuck that she'd probably fuck just about
anything...And then Dale was up and starting to mount her. She pushed him
away and twisted over so that her ass was facing him and got to her knees on
the couch. The glance she got of Dale's cock drove her wild. His penis
curved up out of a jungle of dark pubic hair in a large arch with the head of
his dick poking right into his stomach just above where his pubic hair got
real dark and thick.
"Come on, Dale...Stick your cock in my cunt and fuck me until I can't
walk. Come on, Dale...Now...Fuck...Dale...Fuck me !"
She was screaming and if Timmy was still in the house, I have no doubt
that he'd be on the way to the shower to lose his load. Dale mounted the
couch with one knee and holding her hip in one hand, lowered his cock until
the head was just grazing her swollen, lightly hair covered cunt. When the
head of his cock eased into her, he immediately grabbed her by both hips and
started to fuck the living shit out of his sister-in-law.
Sally started cuming as soon as he bottomed out in her and in just a few
strokes Dale's semen rushed out of his cock and flooded her womb. He kept
fucking, hoping to get her off again. It was a few seconds before he realized
that his penis wasn't getting soft. It was still hard as stone and he was
still fucking her like a mad man and she was still cuming, pushing her butt
back against his thrusts. Squishy noises filled the room and Dale could hear
the slapping of his belly against her up turned ass cheeks. He threw his head
back and started cuming again. The second orgasm was just as intense as the
first and still he kept fucking her.
The dope disoriented her. Sally was sure he had cum but he was still
fucking her with a very big, hard cock and she wasn't about to stop thrusting
back at him. It felt so fucking good. It seemed he'd been fucking her for
hours. She felt his cock spew some more semen into her, could feel it leak
out of her. She started to cum again and was some what disappointed that Dale
had pulled his cock out of her. She looked back at him and saw him staring
down at his cock, covered with the slickness of two orgasms plus whatever she
had contributed to the mess...And he was still hard. His dark pubic hair was
matted with white spunk.
Sally was amazed that he was still hard. It seemed like he'd been fucking
her for ever but that was probably the dope. Dale looked up at her. Really
he was looking at her ass and her red, swollen cunt lips, still oozing semen
and other fluids.
"Dale...don't stop !" She still had that goofy look on her face.
"I can't go on...My thighs are killing me...burning, like I've just run a
marathon...Got to rest." He was panting like he had just run a marathon !
Sally smiled and said, "I can take care of that. Lie down."
Dale laid on the carpet and Sally leaned off the couch and captured his
cum soaked cock between her lips and started to suck him. In the first
second, Dale began to thrust his hips up to meet the hungry lips that were
devouring him and shortly blew the top of her head off with a blast of spunk
that was the rival of the first two. Sally couldn't swallow it all and some
of it splattered onto his stomach. Dale leaned up on one elbow, grabbed her
by the hair and kissed her. It had been over twenty-five years since he'd
kissed a woman who had just blown him.
***** CHAPTER NINE *****
That didn't end the fucking and sucking though as the two of them went to
shower and ended up in the big queen size bed in his brother and Sally's room.
They finally exhausted themselves a little over two hours after their orgy of
lust began. The magic weed had worn off and the magic pill...?
Timmy entered the house and found all the lights still on. He saw his
mother's night shirt and his uncle's clothes on the floor in the den. His
pulse quickened as he wandered out to the patio and inspected the drinks, he
spiked earlier. Neither one appeared to have been touched. He slowly made
his way down the hall. His parent's room door was open and there, on the bed,
was his mother curled up into a ball, naked as a jay bird. His uncle was no
where to be found. His uncle's bedroom door was closed.
"They had to have..." Timmy thought. "...no other reason for their
clothes to be all over the den." He kicked himself for not sticking around.
"Damn it !" He had no clue whether the pills worked or not. While lying in
bed, he let his mind wander. "Even if he'd watched them, he couldn't be sure
since they drank so little of their drinks...Back to square one."
The next morning when Timmy woke him up, his uncle acted no differently.
Although, Dale appeared a little slow catching the first couple of waves,
Timmy chalked that up to the dope he gave him yesterday. Timmy watched his
mother and uncle closely when they returned home but could discern no
difference in their behavior towards each other. Just the opposite they
hardly spoke to each other. Timmy was discouraged and told them he was going
to the beach for the rest of the day, "...you want to come, Uncle Dale ?"
Dale shook his head "no" and didn't even raise his head from the editorial
page of the L.A. Times. He had read and re-read the same paragraph three
times now and still wasn't sure what it said. He couldn't stop thinking about
last night and the orgy of sex he shared with his sister-in-law. The couple
of times he'd glanced at her, she had smiled at him but he was unable to hold
eye contact with her. She didn't appear pissed off...Maybe, she was so drunk
or stoned she didn't remember.
He blew that thought off as he remembered the last time they had
intercourse. She was on top of him, riding him like a pony, totally out of
her mind with lust. She finally rolled away from him and breathlessly sighed,
"Oh ! Dale...No one has ever made me this sore. I can't believe you're still
hard...Are you superman ?" He remembered he said something stupid and they
both laughed. Dale excused himself from the breakfast table and went to
shower.
Sally snuck down the hall and entered the bathroom Dale was using. After
entering she just leaned against the closed door and watched his silhouette
move about in the shower.
Dale thought he heard someone enter the bathroom and pulled the curtain
aside. Sally smiled at him and dropped her robe to the ground. "Sally !
What are...We..."
Sally put her finger to her lips and stepped toward the shower stall. Her
nipples were taunt with her excitement. She had never been so excited or so
satisfied by a man as she had been the evening before. So as long as he was
living in her house, she had no intention of letting an opportunity like this
pass by. She took the soap out of his hand and began to lather up his hair
covered chest, all the while watching his dangling cock. It hardly looked
like the hard sexual instrument he had used on her last night but was showing
signs of life. When Dale tried to protest again, she covered his lips with
hers, dropped the soap and rubbed her chest against the dark thatch that grew
on her brother-in-law's chest.
Dale was beside himself, confused. He knew he should stop her but the
sight of her had already started to stiffen his dick and now their soapy
bodies rubbing together was bringing him to a full state of arousal. His cock
was sore from all the exercise it got last night. Her tongue was roaming
around inside his mouth and his hands started to knead her compact ass.
Sally knew she couldn't fuck him again. She was too damn sore from last
night but she wanted to keep this man coming back for more; so dropped to her
knees, rinsed off his hardon and slid half of it into her mouth. She kept her
eyes open and watched the look on her brother-in-law's face change from shock
and annoyance to pure lust in just a few seconds. Again she was amazed at the
curved bow-like shape that his cock formed when it was hard and used her
tongue on the underside right below his dick head. Dale's head moved back
until he was resting it on the shower wall and his moaning increased until it
was a dull roar and easily heard above the noise of the shower.
Dale couldn't help himself and started thrusting his hips to meet the
warm, wet mouth that had captured his cock. His hands which just seconds ago
were filled with her firm, padded ass now found her head and held it still
while he fucked his cock in and out of her mouth. He could feel his orgasm
build up in his balls and knew that in just a minute or so he was going to
fill her mouth with his warm, gooey spunk.
Timmy walked in through the garage door, surprised to see that no one was
around. As he walked down the hall, he wondered where they had gone. Then he
heard his uncle cry out as he came in Sally's mouth. He froze for just a
second and then moved quickly to the bathroom door. It was closed but the
sounds coming from beyond were clearly audible.
Sally knew he was going to cum. She could feel him increase the speed of
his thrusting and the grip on her head was firmer. Victor had never fucked
her mouth like this, preferring her to do the work to bring him off. This was
different, exciting, and was turning her on like crazy. She had one of her
hands wrapped around the base of his cock so he wouldn't choke her; the other
was sliding up and down the lips of her vagina stimulating her clitoris. If
he didn't get off soon she might even cum. As soon as that thought registered
in her brain, Dale loosened a spurt of semen into her mouth. The second spurt
was close behind but was nothing like the load he drowned her with when she
blew him leaning off the couch last night. She swallowed and easily accepted
the third spurt of his orgasm. His cock immediately started to shrink and she
remembered last night when he never got soft - well, not until he'd fucked her
raw, anyway.
She kept him in her mouth until he was limp as a noodle and then slid up
his body and kissed him, forcing some of Dale's semen into his mouth. She
broke the kiss and giggled, "What happened to superman, Dale ?"
Timmy clearly heard her question and convinced himself that the pills did
indeed work. Why else would they be in the shower together ? Obviously they
were having sex. He wondered if they were fucking ?
"Dale...I'm just about there...How about returning the favor, lover ?"
Dale was shocked by her request but she had been the aggressor the entire
time. He was almost powerless to stop her and wasn't sure he wanted to. Last
night had been heaven. He hadn't fucked like that since the cat houses in
Saigon and Angeles City.
Sally was smiling up at him and running her hands through the damp hair on
his chest. She wanted to be eaten...Well, Dale Haggerty was a cunt lapper
supreme and his sister-in-law was going to cum until her legs gave out. He
turned her to the wall, fell to his knees and buried his mouth between the
cheeks of her gorgeous ass and started licking. The first "Ooooh" came
quickly and her orgasm followed in just a few minutes, followed by another and
then another.
Outside, in the hall, Timmy had a ragging hardon. Was convinced that the
pills worked and rushed to his parent's bathroom to relieve a little of the
pressure. Sally and Dale didn't leave the other bathroom for over an hour but
by then Timmy was back at the beach trying to decide who he wanted to fuck
first.
***** CHAPTER TEN *****
Timmy had a problem. As he lay on the beach, about a dozen names came to
mind - Girls - he wanted to fuck. In a very short time he, he was sure, he'd
be turning some down. He'd have to narrow it down to some real hot ones -
girls who'd never go out with him. To see if it really worked ! Yea !
That's the plan. "Oh ! Fuck...what do I do...just walk up to these girls and
offer to buy them a coke ?" Timmy was stumped and spent the rest of the
afternoon trying to figure it out. He was still thinking about his problem as
he drove by "Mr. Quarterback's" house on his way home.
He remembered the guy's little sister's bragging about how many times her
brother fucked his old girl friend. The little cunt enjoyed it...Making him
feel about six inches tall. Fuck her...Timmy's brain exploded with a vision
of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth...And then he pulls out his cock
and cums on her face. He's in idle as the car slides to a stop right across
the street from her house. He's out of the car and ringing the front door
bell. "Fuck ! What am I doing here ?"
Helen Thompson wandered to the door. She wondered who could be bothering
her at this time on a Sunday afternoon. She peaked through the blinds in the
front room and found Timmy Haggerty standing on the porch. Helen closed the
blinds and thought, "Probably here to sell my daughter some of his dope. I
ought to turn the little fucker in." She laughed...The kid probably has to
resort to dope because he's such as loser...A surfer...Everybody knows those
fuckers are worthless. She went to answer the door.
"Aaaahh...Hi ! Mrs. Thompson...Is...Is Sherry here ?" Mrs. Thompson was a
bleached blonde. Timmy was sure of that because although her hair was a
bright yellow blonde, her eyebrows were black. She also had the biggest tits.
She was wearing a house coat and Timmy could see she was wearing a bra and
panties underneath the coat - it was that thin.
"No...Can I do anything for you, Timmy ?" She did think Timmy had about
the best tan in the world. He looked like a bronzed warrior. What was she
thinking ? Her son was the warrior - a football player. Timmy was a surfer.
Timmy was thinking. "Yea ! Mrs. "T," you can polish my knob with your
tits, honey, and then I'll fuck the shit out of you." He almost started
laughing.
"My daughter said that you could leave what ever it is you have for
her...with me. She'll pay you later."
Timmy looked at her like she was crazy. Shit ! The lady thinks I'm here
to sell her daughter dope. Well...Well...Well.
"Aaaah...Mrs. Thompson...You sure Sherry wants me to leave...What I've got
for her...With you ? I think I better come inside...Maybe...We should talk
about this a little more."
Helen backed away from the door and Timmy entered the house. The pills
were burning a hole in his pocket. He was so sure of scoring, he'd put one in
each pocket of his shorts. Helen led him to the kitchen. She wasn't sure why
she said that. She'd missed out on the sixties...Already out of college and
working. Working people didn't have time to carry signs, protest or do drugs.
She always wondered what being stoned was like ? Maybe...She could talk Timmy
into leaving some and she'd find out.
Timmy sat right at the kitchen table and Helen leaned against the
refrigerator. Timmy drummed his fingers on the table top.
"Yea ! Sure, Mrs. "T." I leave the bud with you and you smoke it all and
then Sherry thinks I screwed...I mean...ripped her off...Aaah...I don't think
so. My parents and uncle fooled around with it when they were younger...I
know all about you sixties love children."
"Timmy...Timmy...Timmy. I'm not going to smoke it." And what was
bud...She had no idea ? "I've never done it. Wouldn't know what to do !"
Suddenly Timmy was playing with his pipe instead of drumming the table top.
Helen just stared at it.
"Mrs. 'T,' how about getting us a coke or something. This stuff makes you
real thirsty." She turned to the refrigerator and started rummaging around
inside. Timmy had a baggie of dope out on the table when she turned with a
can of coke. She got two glasses and filled them with ice. When she bent
over to put them on the table, her house coat fell open. The deep cleavage of
her breasts, framed by her white bra, was clearly visible and Timmy took full
advantage of the tit shot. He quickly got back to packing the bong before she
rose.
Helen filled the glasses and Timmy lit the bong. Round and round it went.
Helen kept asking him what would happen. Timmy told her to drink her coke.
These things take time. She took a sip of coke and then asked him again when
it would happen. He laughed to himself; first it was what, now it was when.
"Drink some more of that coke, Helen, then we're going to get those big tits
of yours out and I'm going to play with them for a while...A long fucking
while !" Timmy thought to himself.
Helen was talking about having to go to the store this morning...Sometime.
Timmy blurted out, "Aaahh...Mrs. 'T,' I put some stuff in the drink that's
going to make you want to show me your tits." He laughed real loud and Helen
was wondering what he'd said. Something about her breasts...? She looked
down at her chest and saw that not only were half of her breasts exposed, she
was showing this young kid an awful lot of thigh. She rearranged her robe and
looked up to find Timmy staring at her.
A few moments later, she wiped her upper lip for the first time. Timmy's
cock was rock hard in his jeans. He was convinced the shit worked. He'd
never had a boner like this.
"Ready to show me your tits, Helen ?" He laughed again. Helen looked
over at him with a real goofy look on her face. She couldn't believe what she
heard. She opened her mouth to say something and then started laughing like
crazy. One of her large, bra covered tits had separated from her house coat
and was visible to his gaze. Timmy stared at it - This was fucking too
much...Fucking great ! Timmy started stroking his cock.
She gave him another real goofy look as Timmy got out of his chair and
came toward her. The lump in his pants was prominent. His right hand moved
up and down the shaft. God ! He looked as big as her husband and the kid was
only sixteen. Helen rotated her head as he passed her to stand behind her.
He had his hands in her hair, rubbing his cock against the back of her head
and neck. He was as hard as stone. His hands were pulling her robe down her
arms. Her bra covered tits were now totally visible. His hands were on them
and she felt bound to the chair. Her bra straps were lowered and now he was
pulling the cups off her tits.
"You've got a nice set of tits, Mrs. 'T.'" Timmy's hands looked small as
they kneaded her pendulous breasts, large pear shaped melons with a dark brown
areolae about the size of silver dollars - the nipples about the size of
dimes. The areolae were all crinkly and the nipples must have stuck out
almost an inch. Timmy pinched one and she moaned. His cock was so hard it
hurt. He was scared. He'd never got this far with anyone. He pushed her
forward and struggled with her bra clasp.
Helen was so turned on she couldn't believe it. Here she was being mauled
by a sixteen year old kid and the kid couldn't get her bra off. He was a
virgin ! Helen's breasts were swollen and sensitive. She could tell her
nipples were hard. The table top was cool to her cheek as Timmy fumbled with
her bra. The bra came undone and now he was rubbing her back. She sat back
up and looked over her shoulder. Timmy was rubbing her shoulders. His hard
cock, now out of his jeans, was just inches from her face. She quickly looked
forward. One of his hands was in her hair, the other was on her right breast.
He had her nipple and was pinching it lightly. Her mouth hung open and she
wondered why her husband didn't make her feel this way anymore.
"Suck it...Helen...suck it dry, baby." The pressure on her hair turned
her face so that it was once again facing his long, hard cock. Timmy was
standing at her side. No where near as fat as her husband's but a good inch
or two longer and made her son's look like a vienna sausage. The head was
against her lips and without thinking, Helen wrapped her lips around the head
of Timmy's dick. He moaned real loud and pulled his dick out of her mouth.
He pulled the chair around toward him and stepped between Helen's knees. With
one hand on her tit and the other behind her head, Timmy guided her lips to
his straining cock. Her lips went around it again and Timmy forced about
three-quarters of his meat into her mouth.
Helen gagged and pushed him away. No way she could take that for long.
Timmy pulled her back to his cock and she started licking it. "Suck
it...Helen. Suck it, baby. I want to cum in your mouth...Come on, now...suck
it !" Her lips went around his cock and now he had both hands in her hair.
She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and now had only about two or
three inches of his cock pumping in and out of her mouth. Her mouth was dry
from the dope. She licked him a bit and then swallowed a little more. She
took a drink of coke and then gobbled him down, using her tongue on the
underside of his cock. She could feel his cock quiver in her mouth and then
it was flooded with Timmy's first spurt of cum. A gusher, to be sure ! The
second spurt was quick to follow and cum started seeping out of Helen's mouth
like the beginning of a dam leak. She pushed him away but as his cock came
out of her mouth, loosened it's third shot. The load splattered against her
right cheek and dribbled down and on to her breast. Timmy's cock was just
inches from her face and still hard as a rock. She couldn't believe it.
Timmy was on cloud nine ! He'd never shot a load like that. There was
lots of it around Helen's mouth and the part that dribbled down on to her tit
- - what a turn-on. He leaned forward and undid the sash at her waist and then
started pulling down her panties. Helen helped him. She was hotter than hell
and didn't give a second thought to the fact that Timmy was only sixteen -
just a little older than her daughter. She could hardly wait until her
daughter started bringing home dates. Maybe ?? Timmy was lifting her and
turning her toward the table. Her robe fell to the floor and Timmy yanked her
panties off. She had her back to him and then he was pushing her down on the
table top. His hand was between the cheeks of her ass. He was running a
finger up and down the very hairy lips of her vagina and Helen was in heat.
"Come on...Timmy...don't tease me." Timmy's cock was still like steel.
He was mesmerized by the first pussy he'd ever really seen, in person...like.
Timmy traced her slit with his finger, then dropped to his knees and spread
the cheeks of her ass apart. Some of the hair of her bush parted and Timmy
could see her pink lips among the dark curls. He wet a finger and reamed it
into her. She was wet inside and as he fingered her, she became wetter. He
licked her ass while he fingered her.
"Oooooh ! Ooooooh ! Lick my pussy...Please, Timmy...Please !" Timmy's
tongue had a mind of its own and was half way there. She had lots of hair
between her legs, some even growing on the inside of her thighs. He tasted
pink. And then tasted again. Timmy buried his tongue in Helen Thompson at
about three-thirty on a Saturday afternoon, about one minute later Helen had
the orgasm of a life time. It started when Timmy, after about less than
thirty seconds between her legs, rose up and drove his hard cock right into
her cunt - all the way in...in one thrust.
He started fucking as soon as he bottomed out and shot his first load in
less than twenty strokes. Helen's cunt started leaking his jizzim, his cock
was slippery with it and he was fucking her faster than before. Just fucking
the shit out of her. Helen was screaming and yelling like a whore.
"Oh...Oooooh...Come on, stud...Fuck me hard...harder, stud" Timmy was
ecstatic, really pounding it to her ass. Her butt cheeks were moving around
like jello. He was getting ready to cum again and still had no desire to
stop. He kept pounding and Helen kept cuming, about every two or three
minutes.
Timmy finally stopped pumping in and out of her because he blacked out
during his last orgasm. He found himself on the floor looking up at the
constant dribble of semen that was running out of Helen's spread and swollen
labia. It made a plopping sound as it hit the kitchen floor.
***** CHAPTER ELEVEN *****
Timmy was still hard when he left the Thompson's that afternoon. He left
Helen bent over the kitchen table, her cunt still leaking his jizzim. She had
blown him a second time and then Timmy bent her over the table again and
fucked her in the cunt until it was swollen and raw. His cock felt the same
way and the next morning when he was putting on his wetsuit, noticed his cock
looked like it had been through a meat grinder. He was sore as shit.
After surfing with Dale, he ate breakfast with his mom and uncle. His
father had arrived home last night but already left for work. He again tried
to detect a change in their relationship but couldn't. Timmy left the house a
short time later; blew off work and headed to the beach. He laughed ! He'd
dropped a pill in each of their coffees.
What the fuck ! Dale was beginning to get a hardon at the kitchen table.
He'd never - just get a hardon. He wasn't even thinking about sex. This was
fucking strange. He looked furtively at Sally. She had just returned from
the living room. "Wanted to make sure he really left." She said as she stood
across from the table and dropped her robe. "Let's go shower, Dale." Dale
was rooted to the chair. Sally walked around the table and started to lift
his "T" shirt off over his head. Dale was powerless to stop her. He knew his
cock was controlling him. He got out of the chair and sat Sally down in it.
His cock was like a rib in his trunks. Sally fiddled with the string and
ripped open the velcro. Dale's cock sprang out of his trunks and hit her
right in the cheek.
"Oooohh...Dale...You're like you were Saturday night." Her hands were
wrapped around his shaft and she was already teasing his cock head with her
tongue. It was Monday morning and Dale hadn't had sex with Sally since Sunday
morning when she walked in on him in the shower. He wanted to fuck her,
wanted to get her on her knees and drive his cock in and out of her firm,
compact ass. As her head bobbed on his pole he imagined his cock sliding into
her asshole. He'd often thought about doing it but his wife hardly let him
fuck her in the cunt. He laughed and Sally came off his cock.
"What are you laughing at...Huh ?" She kept stroking him with her hand.
Dale was embarrassed and couldn't think of anything to say. She was laughing
now and jacked him off faster.
"You keep that up and I'll blow it all over your face, pretty lady."
Sally pulled her light brown hair out of the way and started licking the head
of his cock as she jacked him off. Dale was close. He was trying to hold off
and then the head of his cock exploded. Two or three strong spurts of cum
shot out of the head of his cock. They all landed on Sally's face, dripping
off her right eyebrow, running down her left cheek and dripping off her nose.
She licked some off her nose and then swallowed about four inches of him. She
rubbed her face against his pubic hair, it became damp with his semen.
He pushed her away and lifted her to her feet. She was already turning to
present him with her ass. Dale lanced into her and Sally's face came off the
table top. She was wet but not that wet. He was fucking her and then he was
cuming and she could feel her vaginal passage get all slippery and greasy. He
was fucking her faster, his hairy belly slapping against her butt cheeks. She
started cuming and didn't stop for about two or three minutes. The
circulation in her legs was being cut off as her thighs were right up against
the table top. Her feet, shins and the front of her thighs were tingly and
still he was fucking her.
Dale spread the cheeks of her ass like he did the other evening. She had
a nice growth of light brown pubic hair surrounding her anus. He wet his
finger and teased the rosebud of her asshole. It tightened against the tip of
his finger. He pushed a little harder and slid in to the first knuckle.
Sally was up on her elbows on the table, thrusting her butt back against his
thrusts. She was moaning and groaning. Dale was fucking her as hard as he
could. He pulled his finger out of her ass and sucked it. He got a better
idea and pulled his cock out of her. It was slick with his cum and her cunt
butter. He reamed his finger into her and stirred it around in her cunt. He
got his finger drenched in their mess then he poked it into her anus again.
He timed the entry to her asshole to the thrusts he was giving her cunt.
One...Two...Three...Fuck ! His hand bottomed out against her ass. His finger
was as far as it could go in her ass. He started fucking her with his finger
and his cock. She was shaking her head back and forth, still thrusting back
at him. He could see the white mess they made in his pubic hair and up
against the base of his cock. He yanked it out of her and quickly placed the
head of his cock against her anus. One push and the head slipped in.
He started to force more of his cock into her asshole. She'd stopped
thrusting back at him. She was frozen. He eased his cock out a bit. He had
about three inches in her. As he pulled out she loosened up a little and Dale
thrust forward. Sally screamed and he started fucking her.
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