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Authors name: Michael Schumann (fictioneer@indiatimes.com)
Story title : Chloe

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Chloe (MF, org, inc)
by Michael Schumann (fictioneer@indiatimes.com)

***

Slutty teen sisters try out the new boy next door. So 
does everybody else. Originally written as "The 
Sisters Next Door" for a publisher who neglected to 
pay me for it (I just hate when that happens), this 
has been extensively revised and expanded for the 
Internet-only publication. 

Pirated texts of "Chloe" have been available under 
a different title, both free and for-pay, but it's 
presented to you here with the compliments of the 
author, in a definitive version.

***

CHAPTER 1

Chloë Parsons thought she had fucking died and gone 
straight to heaven! She fluffed her blonde hair, using 
her reflection in the microwave door glass, and she 
went out the kitchen door into the backyard. Her tits 
heaved provocatively, and the nipples made pointy 
erections in the front of her t-shirt.

"Hi," she said. "You must be new in the neighborhood!"

The boy who was standing on the back porch of the house 
next door just smiled. His teeth were dazzling. Chloë 
felt her cunt beginning to drip into her panties. 
There really was a God, she thought.

"Friendly neighborhood," the boy replied. His voice 
was deep and smooth. He was older than he looked, too, 
Chloë thought. Eighteen, maybe. Well, she did like 
older men! 

Oh, Christ, he was stone fucking gorgeous! She leaned 
against the fence, tantalizing her nipples by rubbing 
sideways in slow motion. He came down off the porch, 
moving toward her in a limber, sexy walk. Oh, he knew 
he had it, all right, and he was showing it all off, 
too!

He wasn't that tall -- five-nine, maybe, but he looked 
much bigger. Slim-built, and giving the impression of 
size, with a head full of dark curly hair and a 
gorgeous tan. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and the silky 
fine hairs on his chest glistened in the sunlight. His 
brown eyes seemed to smolder, and he was giving Chloë 
the once-over. Even better, he was obviously liking 
what he saw.

She straightened up, pushing her tits outward a little 
-- just enough to emphasize the sweet round cupcakes 
and their pointy erect tips. She stroked her hair, 
fluffing it again, and she opened her blue eyes widely, 
batting them with what she hoped was an irresistibly 
seductive come-on. He came on.

"My name's Dwayne," he told her. Dwayne had always 
seemed a really nerdy name to Chloë before, but looking 
up at him, across the fence, she changed her mind fast. 
"I'm staying here this summer, with my aunt," he added, 
resting his hand atop the fence. Chloë looked down at 
his fingers, imagining them curved around the swelling 
apple of her tit.

"Oh," she said. "You're Joanna's nephew, then?" She 
didn't know Joanna Murphy all that well. The lady next 
door worked with Chloë's mom, sure. Chloë had never 
felt any need to make friends with her. But if their 
neighbor could possibly be aunt to such a fucking hunk 
as Dwayne, then it was incumbent on Chloë to get much 
better acquainted!

Dwayne nodded. "Yeah," he said. "The old home town 
got too hot for me, so I'm banished up here for a 
while. Aunt Jo got me a job, and I'm just hanging 
around till I start work, you know?"

"Well, I'm Chloë," the little blonde replied. "That's 
with a dieresis." He gave her a blank stare. Guys 
always did when she used that come-on line. She 
decided to junk it from her repertoire. Too bad. 
Belinda could get away with it, but Belinda wouldn't 
know a dieresis if one bit her on the ass -- damn near
the only thing that had never done so yet! Belinda 
could get away with fucking near anything, but Belinda 
wasn't here right now, was she?

Chloë glanced down at the front of his pants. Oh, 
sweet Christ! she thought. The faded, stonewashed 
denim clung boldly to the shape of his dick, outlining 
it in breathtaking clarity. Chloë felt her knees grow 
wobbly. She had never felt so much in need of a good 
hard fucking as she did right now, eating Dwayne with 
her eyes. She knew he couldn't tell a dieresis from an 
umlaut, but she intended to make damn sure he didn't 
forget her name.

"Well," she told him, her throat dry with nervousness, 
"why don't you let me buy you a drink, since you're new 
in the neighborhood? I was just getting a Coke, and I 
know there's another in the 'fridge. Bet you're 
thirsty, on such a hot day." 

"Yeah," he said, "I am kinda thirsty ... " His hand 
moved lightly but demonstratively onto Chloë's. She 
looked up into his eyes and she felt as if she were 
melting from the heat.

***

He dipped his tongue in and out of Chloë's cunt. She 
leaned back, lifting her snatch into his face while she 
clutched at her stiff-nippled tits. He put one hand on 
her chest, smoothing it down possessively over a 
breast, and he squeezed, sending pulsations of ecstasy 
through the girl. 

If you didn't count Belinda, nobody had ever licked 
Chloë's snatch before, though it was something she had 
dreamed about -- a lot -- and all her goddamn dreams 
were coming true right now, for sure! Again and again 
his tongue played flourishes of delight on her 
stiffened clit, the wiggly labes of her dripping cunt. 
The teenager oozed cumjuice like a fullgrown woman!

She looked down in ecstasy, watching him as he 
concentrated on his work. He had her pussy flaps 
spread, and his tongue slicked in and out of the open 
pink trench. He screwed it into the gaping hole of her 
cunt, pushing deep, and she moaned and squirmed and 
whimpered, pissing pussygoo onto his exploring tongue. 

"Oh, eat me," she gasped, "eat my fucking pussy!!!"

He moved his lips along her upper thigh, taking a 
momentary break from her cunt. She hadn't shaved her 
legs in a week, and there was fine soft stubble on her 
flesh. His lips stroked it, and Chloë went wild, 
trembling from her clitoris outward while she worked 
her fingers again and again through his dark wavy hair.

He wormed a finger into her hole, screwing it in and 
out of her, until Chloë was heaving with lustful 
arousal. She was sopping wet, and the more he pronged 
her, the wetter she got. Hers was not nearly the first 
snatch he'd ever eaten, and she was so glad she was 
getting the benefit of his expertise.

He'd been as ready as she was. No guy who looked like 
Dwayne could possibly be a holdout when it came to sex. 
He'd been on her almost as soon as the door closed 
behind them, and now they were lying on the 
pink-covered bed in Chloë's room, doing what had been 
on her mind from the first sight of him.

He twisted around, so that she could get hold of his 
hard, ripe cock, and she took it in her fist with 
eagerness. Oh, God! The blood pulsated through the 
length of his shaft as she slid her hand up and down 
him, and pre-cum leaked from his tip onto her fingers. 

She squeezed at the bulbous knobby crown, feeling the 
wetness dribble from it. Her throat was dry, but she 
knew she'd be drooling saliva as soon as she got that 
dick of his into her mouth. 

And she was aching to show him that he wasn't the only 
one who knew how to suck. She'd had her lips wrapped 
around a few peters here and there, too, and her mouth 
was dry with the longing for Dwayne's tool. She 
stroked it harder, licking her lips, anticipating.

His mouth preyed upon her clit, teasing it into an 
erection that was both painful and delicious, all at 
once. He sucked her bud, pulling it with his lips, 
laving it with his tongue. His finger pushed deeper, 
more forcefully, into her cunt, and she moaned. 

"Oh, goddamn you," she sighed, "will you lemme suck 
your dick just a little, too?"

Obviously he had no objections. He raised his head 
from Chloë's pussy and he straddled her prone body, his 
hard cock protruding like a log from his slim body. 
She took it in both hands, worshiping it with her 
fingers. She stroked her hard nipples with it, licking 
her lips as she stared at the purple swollen knob and 
the bubble of pre-cum that formed in his slitted 
opening.

He pushed her tits together around his cock and he 
fucked it back and forth in slow, sensuous strokes. 
Chloë wished she had D cups instead of A+s. She'd love 
to have smothered his prick in the fleshy warmth of her 
tits. The thing fucked in and out, and she leaned her 
face forward, tongue extending, lapping toward the 
oncoming point of Dwayne's dick.

She made contact suddenly, and her eyes got really big. 
The hot velvet of his cock knob made her tongue tingle. 
She trapped him inside her hands and she fed him into 
her mouth, sucking like a leech. He thrust, meeting 
her sucks, and half his cock plunged into Chloë's 
mouth. She gagged on the big hard thing, but she 
couldn't stop sucking, oh, no, not with his meat 
filling her mouth! She was too greedy, too aroused. 
She wanted it all!

And Jesus, he gave it to her, too! He fucked hard into 
Chloë's mouth. He didn't seem to mind that she was so 
young, that she wasn't used to sucking such a big fat 
prick as his. He held her head in his hands and he 
fucked her eager, gulping mouth with the stiffened 
power of his cock, while she gurgled and gagged and did 
her goddamnedest to eat every inch of his lust.

Spit was running out of her mouth when she drew back 
and said, "Oh, Dwayne, baby, I want to feel this thing 
inside me, inside my fucking pussy, you bastard... "

Realistically, she knew she had to fuck him now. 
Partly because she was fucking dying for it, and partly 
because her mom would be home from work in less than an 
hour, and if she was gonna do it, she had to do it! 
The last thing she needed was to get caught with eight 
inches of stiff peter in her pussy. 

 No, the last thing she needed was to go fuckless. Her 
cunt ached for the biting thrust of Dwayne Murphy's 
rod, and she squirmed beneath him, her hands busy and 
horny on the length of his stiff meat, urging him to 
get it on!

"Well?" she panted, looking up from his spit-shined 
cock. Her blue eyes flashed a challenge she hoped was 
absolutely irresistible. "Are you gonna fuck me, or 
aren't you ???"

"Yeah," he grinned, his fingers toying with her 
hard-nippled tits. "I think I'm gonna fuck you, 
Chloë..."

Up close, she thought, he wasn't really all that 
handsome. You'd never mistake him for Tom Cruise or 
Rob Lowe. But when he looked into her eyes there was 
something that just growled like Barry White and said, 
"Baby, I know what turns you on." Chloë had never met 
a guy like that before. She'd heard about them, 
dreamed about them, sure. All women did -- even 
teenage girls. But now she was about to fuck one of 
them.

***

She screamed aloud as his ravenous prick wedged itself 
between the taut wet flaps of her cunt and shoved home. 
He had the biggest dick Chloë had ever fucked, and it 
felt like a treetrunk cramming up her tight hot hole. 
It banged into her depths, ravishing her twat, and she 
kicked her feet high into the air, deepening the 
availability of her cunt.

He leaned down, trapping her nearest tit-nipple in his 
lips. He pulled it until the rubbery flesh screamed, 
and his teeth dug into the responsive tissue. His 
prick banged in and out of Chloë, hitting the bottom of 
her pussy tunnel on each thrust, and she bounced and 
rocked beneath him. Oh, fuck! It was gonna be a great 
summer with a dude like this living next door!

The only thing she had to worry about was whether 
Belinda would try to take him away from her. Sisters 
could be such cunts, if you gave them half a chance...

She looked up into Dwayne's eyes, sinking into their 
warm brown depth. Jesus, he was so goddamn gorgeous, 
and he could fuck like a son of a bitch! She wished 
she could kiss her thanks onto the mouths of every girl 
he'd screwed in the past, just to show her appreciation 
for what they'd taught him about how to satisfy a 
pussy!

He began to fuck harder, faster, really plowing his 
cock into Chloë. She wrapped her legs around him, and 
all she could do was hang on. His belly rammed against 
hers with each thrust, and she moaned from deep in her 
guts, feeling the come-frenzy building irresistibly 
inside herself. 

Her cunt sucked up and down the length of his dick, 
eating him like a thirsty leech. Would he get as 
sweet, as hot, as tight, a fuck from Belinda? Chloë 
thought not, and she squirmed, vacuuming her pussy 
around him, horny to prove that she was the best fuck 
he'd ever find in Albany!

And then she began to come, screeching as the frenzy 
hit her. "Oh, shiiiiiittt!!!" she squealed, sucking him 
deeper yet into her hole. She banged up to meet his 
downcoming thrusts, and her pussy became maniacal 
around Dwayne's dick.

Her cunt went into a paroxysm of response, squeezing 
and sucking wetly at the hard tool Dwayne kept shoving 
into her juicing hole. His knob plumbed the depths of 
her pussy and she screamed like a bitch as she was 
fucked, repeatedly, deliciously! 

God, nobody had ever fucked her like this before! The 
boys she'd played around with were just small change 
next to Dwayne! His tool bloated inside her, engorging 
as the fever captured him, too, and it was difficult to 
slamdunk her as furiously as she'd have wanted, because 
the fit was just too fucking tight. But, oh, Jesus, 
could he ever fuck!

"I'm so sore," she moaned, "oh take it out, baby, let 
me suck you the rest of the way off... "

Her cunt moaned too, as his cock emerged, and then he 
was astride her chest, sliding his prick through her 
tits once again. Chloë gasped, watching the steady 
back-forth thrust of Dwayne's dick, and she took him in 
hand, pulling his fattened purple knob to her hungry 
lips. This time she'd show him what cocksucking was 
really all about!

She pursed her lips, kissing Dwayne's prick, but that 
wasn't enough. She opened them, and she sucked him 
inside, saliva running like a river around the 
throbbing meat of his knob. 

He slid forward, shoving more cock into Chloë, and she 
sucked in a frenzy, gargling, inhaling. His dick 
rammed to the back of her oral chamber and into the 
upper end of her throat, and she blew his tool without 
even a gag, a groan. It was easy, once you got the 
hang of it. And speaking of hang, oh, Jesus, was 
Dwayne ever hung!!! 

She trapped the knob behind her front teeth, sucking at 
it while her hands slipped and slid up and down the 
drool-wet length of Dwayne's shaft. She could feel the 
male power surging within his rod. As she began to 
jerk him faster, more furiously, he reached back and 
stuffed a couple of fingers up her tight teenaged 
cunt. 

Chloë squealed at the sudden, excited penetration, and 
she was pretty damn excited, too. She gulped faster 
and deeper at his cock, her fingers more and more 
aggressive up and down his throbbing length.

"Okay!" she heard him gasp, and she knew that he was 
going to come.

Chloë opened her throat and jerked him in her hands, 
waiting for the spurting surge of his cum. Yes! It 
splashed across her tongue and she began to guzzle the 
fluid down her gullet as his cock emptied itself into 
her hungry cum-starved mouth.

_Oh, Christ_, she told herself, _I've gotta try to keep 
him a secret from Belinda! There's no way I'm ever 
gonna share anything like this, not even with my 
sister_!


CHAPTER 2

"Any calls for me, Monkeyface?" Belinda Parsons asked 
her sister.

"Try the machine, bitch," Chloë suggested. 

"Hostile today, huh?" Belinda kicked off her shoes and 
unzipped her uniform down the front. If she never saw 
another fucking burger again, she'd die happy.  She 
was going to turn vegetarian. Or at least give up 
grease totally. 

She glanced at her kid sister, and the look on the 
squirt's face just wasn't right. Belinda could read 
every expression the little whore possessed. "What's 
with you, anyway, Chloë? You don't _look_ hostile. In 
fact, you look like the cat that ate the canary. 
There's even a feather or two on your mouth. What 
gives?"

"Nothing," Chloë insisted. "Absolutely nothing."

Belinda smiled knowingly, stepping out of the jumpsuit 
she wore on the job at Regal Burger. Under it she was 
wearing a filmy bra and string panties, like always. 
Chloë sneaked a glance at her older sister, envying 
Belinda those sumptuous curves. Oh, God, she thought, 
if Dwayne ever gets a look at her, I'm sunk!

Chloë turned over and lay on her belly, pretending to 
read SEVENTEEN. Belinda came over to the bed and sat 
down. She put her hand on the small of her sister's 
back. "C'mon, tell me," she said. "You know I can 
torture anything out of you if I try."

Her fingers began to tickle Chloë's ribs. Chloë 
squealed. Belinda flipped her over and pinned her to 
the bed. She leaned down closer, her long golden hair 
dangling into Chloë's face. She had the blue eyes that 
ran in the family, and they stared straight into 
Chloë's. 

"You got fucked today," Belinda said triumphantly. "I 
can see it in your eyes. But why don't you want to 
tell me about it? We don't keep secrets from each 
other, right, squirt? Like, we know too much already, 
hmmm?" 

And she began to lift the bottom of Chloë's t-shirt, 
pulling it up past the soft smooth white cups of her 
sister's bra. The fabric clung to Chloë's tits, and 
the perky nipples were already making indentations in 
it.

Belinda leaned down and pressed her lips against 
Chloë's. They were soft and warm. Her breath tasted 
slightly of onions and coffee but it wasn't an 
unpleasant taste. Chloë opened her mouth beneath 
Belinda's and the tip of her tongue met her sister's.

A little lower, Belinda's fingers were undoing the 
front snap of Chloë's bra, pushing the cups loose from 
the apple-firm titties. They trapped the pointed 
nipples, rolled them delicately, erotically. Chloë 
sighed, her lips fluttering against her sister's. 

Belinda's boobs dangled a little, inside their bra. 
They brushed across Chloë's upper arm, her chest, her 
neck. Chloë began to squirm a little.  She was 
heating up, as she always did when Belinda started to 
play with her.

"Tell me all about it," Belinda whispered, between 
kisses. Her fingers had pulled her sister's nips to 
quivery erections, and she bent down to glide her wet 
velvety tongue across one pink cap, licking until it 
glistened, until Chloë was murmuring from low in her 
throat. 

"It was a new guy," Chloë whispered, searching her 
imagination for lies. "He's Joanna's nephew, from next 
door, come up here to stay the summer with her. I 
think he's from Pomeroy or someplace."

"Cute?" Belinda wondered, undoing the button of her 
sister's shorts. 

Obediently, without being asked, Chloë lifted her ass, 
allowing Belinda to tug the shorts and panties down in 
one fluid motion. She came back down onto the bed, her 
legs apart, and Belinda put a hand between them. The 
fingers moved provocatively through Chloë's soft furry 
pussy region, tickling the hot tight little mouth that 
lurked behind the filmy fuzz of hair.

"No, no!" Chloë desperately insisted. "A real Goober. 
No, I guess you'd call him a Gomer. Maybe even a 
Barney Fife. Like, if 'dork' was in the dictionary, it 
would have his picture instead of a definition."

Belinda's finger caressed her sister's tingly gash. 
The lips puckered and then parted, allowing the finger 
to move daintily into the smooth slick trench itself. 
The flesh within was warm and beginning to dampen. The 
soft blonde hairs on Chloë's cunt were so fine and 
sparse as to be almost invisible to the eye, but 
Belinda could feel a crackle as she slid her finger 
through them. There was still an electric excitement 
clinging to her sister's twat. 

She gave Chloë's pussy mouth a testing poke. The 
muscles quivered and began to draw her into the tight 
hole, and she could feel the oozy moistness coming down 
her sister's pussy tunnel. That was all the evidence 
she needed.

"Bullshit," she said. "Your little cunt is as hot as a 
two-dollar pistol. You're still turned on. Oh, you 
must have gotten it good today! Don't lie to me, 
squirt! I wanna know _everything_!"

Chloë groaned as Belinda's finger poked deeper, into 
her hot depths. It was true. She couldn't disguise 
anything from her sister. Belinda knew how Chloë's 
pussy felt when it was aroused, and it was still revved 
up from the fucking Dwayne Murphy had thrown into her. 
As Belinda worked her finger in and out, the cunt began 
to shiver and suck, muscles milking up and down the 
alien object.

Belinda raised her face and kissed Chloë again. Chloë 
certainly didn't think of herself as queer, just 
because she loved to be kissed by another girl. She 
didn't think of Belinda as queer because she loved to 
come on to Chloë. It was just something very special 
and sexy that they shared, as sisters. 

And Belinda knew just how to use it to her own 
advantage. Chloë couldn't keep a secret of any kind 
when she was being attacked like this. She arched her 
pussy toward the exploring finger and she moaned softly 
from low in her guts, oozing her juices onto her 
sister's probing digit.

The finger was in her, to the second knuckle now, 
moving gingerly but evocatively in and out of Chloë's 
twat. The younger girl spread her legs wider, pumping 
her pussy up to meet the finger's more and more 
aggressive thrust. 

She fucked her tongue into her sister's mouth, one hand 
on Belinda's head of golden hair, the other pawing with 
a burgeoning excitement at the bra cups which 
momentarily restrained Belinda's tits. Behind the 
silky fabric, Chloë's sister also had hard nipples -- 
very hard nipples -- and Chloë's fingers burned for the 
touch of them.

Belinda rose slightly, and Chloë undid her bra. The 
hooters seemed to jump straight out. Chloë grabbed 
them, in both hands, and buried her face between the 
big doughy mounds. 

She drank in the sweat and heat of her sister's body, 
and then she was feeding one nip after the other, into 
her mouth -- sucking, biting, chewing. The salmon-rose 
buds stiffened against her tongue and she could feel 
the hot pulsation that shot through them as her teeth 
dug in, as her tongue sloshed drool onto the swollen 
teats.

The finger shoved deep and hard into Chloë, and the 
younger girl moaned excitedly around the spongy tit 
that was jammed into her mouth. She writhed, sucking 
her sister's finger into her hot wet cunt. Belinda 
thumbed Chloë's clit, stroked it rapidly back and 
forth, while her finger wiggled like a snake deep 
inside. It was a lot like fucking a guy, but it was 
different, too, and it was tremendously exciting in its 
own special way.

Belinda took her finger out suddenly, and Chloë gasped 
"No, please don't stop..." but, as always, Belinda was 
in control. The older girl straddled her sister's body, 
grinding her panty-covered cunt down upon Chloë's 
belly. She wriggled her way upward, squeezing her 
sister's tits together and dancing her pussy atop them. 

Belinda's panties were yellow, like the undone bra that 
hung from her shoulders, and they were starting to show 
a damp stain at the very center of the crotchpiece. 
The bold, swollen shape of her bunlike pussy, its deep 
hungry gash, were outlined where the fabric clung 
tightly to her.

She wriggled forward, and now her snatch was within 
striking distance of Chloë's face. She held her 
sister's head and smiled down at her, knowing that 
Chloë could not resist the offer. "So eat me, squirt," 
she told her younger sister, inching just a little 
closer.

Chloë sighed, her eyes rolling, and she pressed her 
mouth against the front of her sister's panties. 
Jesus, she could taste the pussygoo oozing out of 
Belinda, even through the panties, and her tongue 
worked appreciatively up and down, until the panties 
were so wet as to be transparent. She took hold of the 
crotchstrip and pushed it aside, baring the cunt 
within.

It was neatly barbered for summer, the hairs waxed away 
so that only a narrow furze-like hedge remained, 
guarding the long deep slash of Belinda's cunt. The 
lips were puckered and pouting, as they always seemed 
to be, and the pearly pink button of the clit was 
visible at the upper end of the slice. Chloë leaned 
forward, her tongue extended, and she began to lick her 
sister's clitoris.

Belinda purred like a cat, riding Chloë's face, feeding 
her on pussy. "You get better and better, squirt," she 
told her sister. "Turning you on was the best 
investment I ever made. It means I never need to put 
up with a horny cunt. When I get the itch, all I have 
to do is sit on that little monkey face of yours!"

It was true, of course (except for the disgusting 
"monkey face" slander), but Chloë had little time to 
think about that. She was much too busy eating the 
ripe wet pussy which had been smacked down on her face.

She pulled the panties further aside, baring the pussy 
completely to her mouth. She'd been eating her older 
sister for almost as long as she could remember, and 
the taste of Belinda's cunt on her tongue was still 
very nearly the most exciting thing Chloë could 
imagine. 

But she'd encountered something just as exciting today, 
and now, goddamn it, the odds were about fifty to one 
that Belinda was going to take it away from her. Chloë 
looked up at her sister's swaying body as it fucked her 
face, and she sighed. Make that a million to one.

How could she ever compete with Belinda, for Christ's 
sake? She was five-one, and cute as a button -- she 
always assured herself, though she had no evidence 
anybody else in the world agreed -- but a little skinny 
by anyone's count, admittedly. Her tits were adorable 
cupcakes, hard and round, and her ass had a provocative 
wiggle, but look at Belinda!

Her big sister was a statuesque 38-C and had more 
curves than the road into West Virginia. Legs to the 
neck, an ass made for bouncing on bedsprings, a face 
that still looked like a cover model even after a day 
of frying greasy burgers. She had everything that men 
thought they wanted in a woman. Belinda made Chloë 
feel like a '71 VW Beetle parked next to a Coupe 
DeVille. Even guys who could _never_ get their dicks 
into her fucked Belinda raw with their eyes.

Dwayne Murphy would take one look at Belinda and cum in 
his pants, and that would be the last that Chloë ever 
saw of him, unless she was able to sneak a peek at 
Dwayne fucking her big sister sometime!

Life was a son of a bitch, no matter how you looked at 
it. Right now Chloë was looking at life through her 
big sister's pussy hairs, however, and despite the funk 
she was in, life didn't look so bad at all. It had a 
rather pink complexion, and it tasted like warmed-up 
honey that had had a clam steeped in it for a short 
time. She pulled her sister's cunt open and thrust her 
tongue up into the sticky hot hole.

"Eat me, squirt," Belinda giggled, delighting -- as she 
always did -- in forcing her snatch upon Chloë. Not 
that Chloë was fighting it. She really didn't have to 
be forced, once she got her tongue into the yummy pit 
of her sister's pussy. In fact, the tangy sweetness of 
the cunt almost made up for the fact that she was bound 
to lose her newfound Dwayne to her sexy big sister.

The older girl leaned forward, shoving twat into her 
kid sister's face. Chloë was drowning in pussy 
sweetness, but she didn't mind. She held the flaps 
open and she fucked her tongue in and out, bringing it 
up from time to time so she could lap the tingly 
throbbing clit as well. 

Belinda always went crazy when her clitoris was sucked, 
and this time was no exception at all, man! Chloë kept 
her tongue busy on it and she could feel the come-fever 
bubbling out from her sister's depths. 

She reached up, filling her hands with Belinda's spongy 
tits. They were so big and sexy! She'd kill for a rack 
like her older sister's! 

Her palms squeezed down, mashing the hard nipples into 
the dough-soft flesh beneath, then feeling the nips 
spring back up, hard and hot and pointy. She twisted 
her wrists, as if she were turning the dial on a radio, 
and the tits throbbed inside her hands, urging 
themselves forward with passion and heat. 

Belinda fucked down, smashing her cunt against Chloë's 
face. She squirmed, and her pussy labes spread, 
enveloping her sister in the sticky wet pinkness. 
Chloë moaned and kept on sucking cunt, her hands 
becoming very aggressive all over Belinda's body.

The older sister lifted her leg and turned around. 
Chloë had only a moment when her face was not covered 
by snatch. She took advantage of the chance to 
breathe, and then she thrust her face back up into 
Belinda, still sucking, still moaning, her tongue just 
as nasty as ever.

Belinda leaned forward, her own face moving into 
Chloë's cunt. She went into the pussy upside down, the 
blood rushing to her head as she began to slurp and 
lick the tight young twat whose funky, sex-permeated 
aroma drifted up into her nostrils.

Chloë, meanwhile, was still holding the panties out of 
the way and she was eating her sister's snatch. She 
gasped as she sucked, her mouth full of the ever more 
thrilling taste. Her tongue licked in and out, 
stimulating a clit that really didn't need any more 
help. She covered it with her lips and sucked, as if 
she meant to siphon the honeycum out of Belinda.

Her tongue couldn't help moving upward, too. She 
spread her sister's buttocks, dilating and exposing the 
tiny little butthole, and it was definitely time for a 
rimjob! Chloë stuck out her tongue and licked Belinda 
where she shit. Belinda squealed at the nasty 
penetration, but she didn't take her ass out of 
tongue's reach, and Chloë knew that was encouragement 
and then some! Just like always with her hot bitch big 
sister!

Belinda slurped downward too, adorning Chloë's hot 
little ass with her tongue. But that wasn't enough for 
the bitch. After she'd done licking, she replaced her 
tongue with her finger and she thrust it straight into 
Chloë without even asking.

Chloë screamed aloud. Jesus, she hoped Mom hadn't 
gotten home yet! It would be embarrassing as hell to 
be compelled to explain to your mother just why you had 
3 inches of tongue inside your sister's butthole!

Belinda, riding Chloë's face, was the first to climax. 
She always was, the cunt! She pushed her snatch down 
and wiped Chloë's trembling face with her juices. All 
Chloë could do was eat, but Christ, she ate! She 
fucking ate!!!

And then her own body erupted. Not as yummy as the 
come Dwayne Murphy had fucked out of her this 
afternoon, but it was a hot juicy come all the same, 
and Chloë just let it flow -- mostly into her sister's 
gobbling mouth.

Belinda went limp atop Chloë, and the two girls rolled 
into a loving, tit-pressing embrace. Their bodies 
rubbed together, and they squirmed in a frenzy, sharing 
kisses and feels at the same time.

"So," Belinda whispered, running the back of her hand 
across her sister's nearest, stiffest nipple, "what 
about this guy you met today? He sounds really 
interesting..."

Chloë lay there against Belinda, torn between the 
desire to talk and the need to keep her discovery 
secret for as long as she could. The stiffness of her 
sister's hot, lust-hardened nipples against her own 
tits was both torture and tantalization. 

"You better tell me everything, too," Belinda added in 
a soft but unmistakably demanding murmur. "If you 
don't, I'll get Mom's vibrator and fuck your little ass 
raw!"

Chloë sighed. She'd known it would come to this, but 
still she had been hoping in her heart that she might 
somehow be able to keep Dwayne all to herself. Right. 
_Well_, she thought, _if I have to, I have to..._ 

"I saw him from the kitchen window," she whispered, 
snuggling up to her big sister's still-jiggly tits. 
"And the moment I saw him I knew I wanted to fuck him, 
so..."


CHAPTER 3

Joanna Murphy knew it was silly, but the mere fact that 
someone else, a stranger, was in her house made it 
almost impossible for the woman to close her eyes and 
go to sleep. Even though it wasn't a stranger. It was 
Dwayne, her brother's only son. But she had lived 
alone for a long time, and the alien presence was 
almost tactile in the air.

She got out of bed, slipping into her robe. Maybe she 
should have a cup of warm milk. In another day or two 
she'd be accustomed to Dwayne's presence, she was sure.

His door was ajar, thin light shining like a blade out 
into the dark hallway. Joanna stopped a moment by the 
door. If he was awake, maybe she'd invite him to join 
her. They hadn't talked very much yet. He'd arrived 
this morning, just as she was leaving for work. She 
knew more or less what kind of trouble he was in at 
home, and she had avoided the subject, but maybe they 
should get it out into the open and discuss it.

Or maybe not. There was something about the boy's eyes 
that made Jo feel uneasy. He had a way of looking at a 
woman that made you feel as if he was stripping you 
bare -- not just your clothes, but everything else that 
concealed your soul. Joanna had heard of men like 
that. She strongly suspected she'd feel just that 
response if she was ever lucky enough to meet Paul 
Newman face to face.

There was no getting around the fact that her nephew 
was a strongly virile young man, the kind women 
responded to. Didn't his escapades in Pomeroy prove 
that point? Girls had been falling over Dwayne's feet 
since even before his voice changed, though that 
particular episode went a little further than just 
impressionable young girls. She could almost 
understand, having spent some time with him, and she 
began to wonder if having him stay at her house was 
such a very good idea after all. Not, of course, that 
it was anything that should concern her directly. 
After all, she was his aunt, and twenty years older, 
and she considered herself pretty immune to men -- even 
the charismatic ones.

Joanna looked around the edge of the door. Dwayne was 
lying on his bed, headphones strapped to his ears. He 
was naked except for his shorts. They were tight, 
bikini-style, and Jesus! did they ever hug and 
accentuate his crotch! Joanna's eyes seemed to flit 
immediately to that bulging presence, a big lumpy wad 
of cock and balls, stretching the tight fabric of his 
underpants.

She had changed his diapers when he was a baby. He'd 
grown a lot since then.

Dwayne was a strapping boy -- no, a young man, she 
reminded herself; after all, he was eighteen now. He 
wasn't particularly tall, but his build was quite good 
and he gave the impression of size, even lying on his 
back. His shoulders were broad, his chest smooth and 
tan, his waist narrow, his legs long and firm-muscled. 
He had his eyes closed as he listened to his music, and 
he tapped his hands rhythmically on his smooth flat 
tummy. She couldn't hear the music, but she could hear 
the soft pat of his palms.

For a moment she considered calling to him, but she 
wasn't sure he'd hear her, over the headphones. She 
watched a moment longer, saw one of his hands slide 
lazily downward. It rested lightly atop his prick 
bulge, and Joanna's heart gave a disturbing flutter. 
Her own palm began to itch and she wasn't sure why.

Dwayne's hand moved, the fingers stretching out, then 
clenching, around his cock lump. He squeezed himself, 
his eyes still closed, his lips moving soundlessly as 
if he were synching with the music in his ears. Joanna 
watched, totally fascinated, as her nephew began to 
flex his cock and balls.

He yawned and stood up, the radio in one hand, the 
other hand still clutching his cock. Joanna shrank 
back, hiding around the edge of the doorframe. God, 
had he seen her? She was blushing already, terribly 
ashamed of herself for snooping on Dwayne, but at the 
same time she found herself hoping that she might sneak 
at least one more peek.

She glanced around the edge of the door. He was turned 
away, facing the bedroom window, and he was starting to 
dance a little, on his feet, moving with the music that 
filled his ears. He put the radio under his arm and 
Joanna saw both his hands go to his front. She gulped, 
knowing what he was up to and -- oh, God! -- wishing 
she could see, just a little!

The back of his shorts slipped slightly, baring the 
upper edge of Dwayne's asscrack. He swayed to the 
side, just enough for Joanna to see that his dick was 
flipped over the upper end of his partly-lowered 
shorts. It bounced up and down as his hands stroked 
it. Even soft, Joanna's nephew had some piece of meat!

She reached inside her robe, touching the quivery 
mounds of her tits. Through the thinness of the 
sleep-T she wore, Joanna's nipples were pulsatingly 
erect. Their stiffness collided with her finger, and a 
ping! shot through her boobs, resonating through the 
rest of her body like the shockwaves of an earthquake. 

There was a sudden frigid coldness at the back of her 
head, as if her mind had been frozen numb. But, oh, 
Christ, the rest of Joanna Murphy was sizzling hot!

She squeezed forcefully at her tit. It pushed into her 
clutching hand, the nipple hard and hot in her trembly 
palm. She pressed down, squishing the button-like nip 
down into her spongy-soft tit, feeling it rise up 
again, irrepressible in its arousal.

Her robe was hanging open now. She'd forgotten 
completely about the warm milk for which she'd left her 
bed. Her hands were upon her body, and her eyes were 
glued to the sight of her handsome, virile young 
nephew -- God, she thought, is he _ever_ virile! -- as 
he stood by the bed, obviously masturbating his cock.

His shorts moved a little lower, baring his tight small 
ass almost completely now. Joanna gulped at the sight. 
She'd always had a weakness for guys with really cute 
asses. Those guys rarely had much weakness for her, 
sure, but she often watched and she could always dream, 
right?

She lifted the tail of her sleep-T and let a hand 
stroke the front of her panties. Her pussyhairs seemed 
to crackle, as if they were full of static electricity. 
She was sure she could feel sparks. Her thighs ached, 
as if she'd been riding a bike for hours. As she began 
to caress her cunt through the panties, she found 
herself moving up and down in a gentle but insistent 
rhythm.

A floorboard creaked softly beneath her, and she froze. 
Dwayne didn't turn. Oh, shit, he was still plugged 
into his Walkman! He hadn't heard! Her fingers moved 
back into action, scratching insistently, aggressively, 
across the crotchstrip of her panties, arousing the 
fur-flossed labes within.

She winced a little, pinching at her nipple, but God, 
it felt so fucking good! The nip arched between her 
fingers, quivering, tingling, sending vibrations back 
into the rest of Joanna's body. Her armpits were moist 
with sweat, and there was a wetness inside her panties, 
too, leaking from the excited gash of her twat. As she 
stroked down there, she could feel her clit coming to 
life, and she frigged at it, panting when the feelings 
got too intense to ignore.

Dwayne, innocent in what he thought was his privacy, 
turned halfway around, and Joanna gasped, so loud she 
was sure he must have heard her despite the radio 
headphones clamped to his ears. His dick was sticking 
out, big and long and hard. Oh, God, she thought, he's 
no boy! He's no goddamn boy!!!

Her eyes misted over. She blinked hard, unwilling to 
miss anything. Dwayne was fisting his cock now, 
stroking it lazily but firmly, his hand moving up and 
down the shaft from knob to nuts. He had a big knob, 
and she could see enough of his nuts to know that they 
were no pikers either. They hung over the lowered top 
of his shorts, bouncing slightly as his hand worked his 
prick.

Joanna's own hand was inside her panties now. She 
couldn't believe that she was actually masturbating 
herself while she watched her nephew play with his 
peter. But the heat that shimmered from her turned-on 
gash, bathing her exploratory finger in a steamy mist 
of arousal, told her that it was true. 

She wetted her finger in her pussy trench, smeared the 
warm juice across the budding tip of her clit, pushing 
it like a button and moaning delicately, fearfully, in 
her response. It felt so good she wanted to scream, 
but she didn't dare make a bit more noise than was 
absolutely necessary. She couldn't allow Dwayne to 
find out she was spying!

But he was wrapped up in himself now, she could tell, 
even through her filmy eyes, her shimmering vision. He 
stood by his mirror, watching himself as he whacked 
off. His eyes were fixed on the glass that reflected 
him. Obviously the sight turned him on, as it did 
Joanna.

He began to sway more responsively to the music, and 
even though she couldn't hear it, the rhythm spread to 
Joanna as well. She pushed a finger into her cunt, 
shoving it deep, stirring it round and round, feeling 
the piss-like flow of moisture down her digit and into 
the hollow of her clutching hand. Her pussy was tight 
and wet and hot inside. 

I don't do things like this! Joanna told herself in 
shock, but she couldn't stop. She'd already pulled her 
sleep-T up to bare her tits, and she was leaned 
forward, her tongue lapping at the nipples as her hand 
lifted them toward her mouth. Her tongue was like a 
hot wire scraping her skin. 

Her other hand was busy as hell in her pussy, fucking 
in and out, stopping momentarily to send a little more 
delicious stimulation to the throbbing tip of her 
pearl-pink clitoris. She squeezed at her wet patch of 
cunt fur and moaned again, a growly sound from deep in 
her belly. Dwayne paused in his whacking-off, at 
almost the same moment, and Joanna felt as if she were 
going to shit where she stood. 

His hand dropped off his rigid dick and his head turned 
to one side. At least he wasn't looking toward the 
door. 

Joanna hesitated, her tits heaving and bare, her finger 
crammed up her wet tight cunt. Dwayne's body followed 
the direction of his head and he walked lazily toward 
the window. The curtain was drawn on the lower part of 
the glass, but the upper end was uncovered. Joanna 
watched as her nephew peered out the window.

"Damn," she heard him say aloud. "Not fucking bad at 
all..."

What was he looking at? His window faced the Parsons 
house, next door. Joanna thought a moment. Oh, shit, 
she said silently. Letting her sleep-T drop, she 
tiptoed into the bathroom, which lay between her 
bedroom and Dwayne's. She went to the window and 
peeked out, and her jaw dropped.

Belinda Parsons was undressing in her bedroom, the 
light on, the window open. The nasty little slut! 
Joanna thought. Look at her!

Her teenage blonde neighbor had apparently just come in 
from a date. She was a little more dressed-up than 
usual, and Joanna had to admit that it looked good on 
her. Belinda unbuttoned her skirt and stepped out of 
it. She wore lacy white panties, pale stockings, and a 
white garter belt underneath. Hooker underwear, Joanna 
thought. What was getting into teenaged girls these 
days, anyway?

Belinda pulled her top upward. Under it she wore a 
little camisole. Her full, fluffy-looking tits made 
prominent bulges under the lacy garment. Joanna's 
eyesight was 20-20. She could even see the bullet-like 
bulge of Belinda's nipples punching out the front of 
the camisole. 

It was undone down the front, and as the girl leaned 
forward, one fully-tanned tit, capped in a big pink 
nipple. Belinda tossed back her blonde hair and 
straightened up to her full five-eight, tit still 
sticking out. She slid her hand over it, then opened 
the camisole the rest of the way, exposing both tits to 
the open window at which she stood.

A moment later she took off the camisole, tossing it 
over her shoulder. She turned around, stroking her 
full, lush hips, then hooked her thumbs in her panties 
and slid them downward. She stepped out of them and 
remained a moment, back to the window, before she 
turned. 

Joanna couldn't restrain a soft "Whew!" at the sight of 
her teen neighbor, almost totally nude. Belinda had a 
great body. I would have killed for a body like that 
when I was her age, Joanna thought enviously. The girl 
stood languidly, as if she were unaware of how good she 
looked. But that was silly. No one could look like 
Belinda Parsons and not know it.

She walked around the room in her garters, stockings, 
and high heels, prancing like a stripper, as if she 
were fully aware that she was being spied upon from the 
house next door. Joanna shivered, imagining what her 
nephew was doing as he stared at Belinda. She could 
see that hard cock of Dwayne's, pulsing in his hand. 
Yes, he was jerking it now, she knew, stroking his meat 
as he watched Belinda. No normal eighteen-year-old boy 
could look at something like Belinda Parsons and keep 
his fucking dick under any kind of control!

Joanna had never before really considered how sexually 
provocative Thalia Parsons's daughter was. Seeing her 
now, parading around like that, Belinda looked like a 
porno starlet. She was one sexy little number! But she 
wasn't little at all, not with her height, her big 
bouncing C-cup tits, her swelling ass, her long sinuous 
legs. 

Joanna shook her head and turned away. She was 
starting to have some very uncomfortable thoughts and 
she didn't want to have them. She tiptoed out of the 
bathroom and back into the hallway, down to Dwayne's 
partly-open door. She peeked around the edge and she 
saw exactly what she'd known she would see. 

Dwayne was hanging onto the window with one hand, and 
holding his cock in the other. His panting was loud 
and unmistakable as he stroked his meat, and his eyes 
were fixed upon the free show from the house next door. 

"Goddamn," Joanna heard him sighing, "oh, goddamn! I 
think I'm gonna like it here in Albany!"

His voice was audible. Probably he was speaking louder 
than he intended, because the headphones were still 
plugged to his ears. Joanna went back up the hallway, 
into her own bedroom. She dropped her robe and she lay 
down on the bed in her sleep-T and panties. 

She tossed for a moment, and then she sat up, pulling 
the T upward and off. She cupped her tingly-nippled 
tits, leaning down to kiss the brown gumdrop buds. Her 
thighs squeezed together against the yearning bun of 
her cunt. Her snatch ached so deliciously, and she 
knew she had to do something about it. 

Well, Dwayne was occupied, and the music in his 
headphones would probably mask the noise. With a sigh, 
Joanna opened her nightstand drawer and took out the 
vibrator. 

"Looks like it's me and you again tonight," she told 
the cool plastic tube, pressing it against her lips for 
a soulful, sad kiss. Her thumb flipped the switch to 
"on" and she lay back, legs open, pussy waiting for the 
humming battery-driven caress.


CHAPTER 4

Dwayne Murphy smiled. It came so fucking easy to him. 
He knew he wasn't the smartest guy around, and surely 
he wasn't the best-looking dude in the world either, 
but when he was with a woman -- any woman -- he was on 
his home turf and he was carrying the ball. Every 
time. Every goddamn time.

Take this lady, for example. All he had to do was 
smile, and she looked at him as if Tom Selleck had just 
called for a date. Looking back into her bright blue 
eyes, he knew that if he wanted it, he could have her 
panties off and his dick up her snatch in a minute. It 
never failed. 

It was his second day in Albany, and his first day on 
the job. Aunt Jo had gotten him summer work here at the 
university, for which he was really grateful. He could 
use the money, and anything that got him out of Pomeroy 
was an advantage. He couldn't believe how dumb he'd 
been, but, Christ, what could a guy do, after all? 

Did you tell them "No, I don't want it"? When it was 
there, spread out on the table and ready to be eaten. 
Too goddamn bad he hadn't eaten a little more of it and 
fucked a little less of it, but there was no use crying 
over spilt cum, right?

"Now, this is important," the lady was telling him, but 
he wasn't really listening. He was studying the curve 
of her tits under the rather thin summery blouse she 
was wearing. She had nice tits. 

A little small, sure, but they looked like perfect 
little apples when she moved just so, and the fabric of 
her shirt clung to the rounded shapes. He could see 
the lace of her bra, outlined under the blouse, showing 
through when she turned slightly toward the light. 

She went on talking about the complexities of sorting 
and routing the huge amounts of incoming and outgoing 
mail, but Dwayne wasn't really listening. Fuck, he 
thought, anybody could handle mail! If there was a 
problem that common sense couldn't solve, he'd just 
wing it. He always came through when he winged it. He 
eyed Thalia, appraising her compact but firm-looking 
body.

She was at least thirty-eight, he figured, but that 
wasn't important. Older broads were usually the best 
fucks of all. They had been around the track a few 
times and knew all the nastiest tricks.  

Like, Robin had been a dynamite screw, but she'd been 
cherry till she was seventeen and everything she knew 
she'd learned from Dwayne. Sticking his dick in her 
had been like fucking a mousetrap -- a wet hot 
mousetrap -- but she had never gotten the knack of 
sucking his tool. He'd tried often enough to teach 
her! 

Robin's mom, on the other hand, could gobble peter like 
a wolf in heat. And when he'd suggested that it might 
be fun to try something a little different, Mindy had 
rolled over and pulled her asscheeks open, so that her 
little brown shitter winked at him like a Saturday 
night slut, and she'd told him, "I thought you'd never 
ask, baby! Why don't you put that sweet tool of yours 
straight up my goddamn asshole???"

Looking at Thalia now, Dwayne wondered if she'd ever 
taken it up the ass. As she walked around the 
vault-like room there was a swing to her butt that 
suggested to Dwayne this lady might possibly be 
amenable to the idea. Surely it had happened to her 
somewhere along the line, right?

She was small and blonde, pretty good-looking, with the 
promise of a nice compact body under her clothes. She 
kept looking back at Dwayne, and he kept smiling in his 
natural way, and he could feel her melting a little 
with each smile. He followed her into the adjoining 
copy room.  

"The toner," she told him, "is in the cabinet here. 
You have to check the level at least once a day. These 
machines get a heavy workout. Oh, would you come here, 
a sec? I can't quite reach it..."    

She pointed up to a door in the cabinet, about four 
inches higher than her arm could stretch. Dwayne 
brushed against her as he reached up and opened the 
door. He felt the pressure of her tit, touching his 
arm, and he looked down at Thalia, smiling. Her tit 
was very firm and round against him, and the flutter in 
her eyes as he looked at her told Dwayne all he wanted 
to know.

Thalia backed up against the xerox machine. She was 
breathing a little heavily. Aunt Jo had turned him 
over to her when she brought him to work today. 
"Thalia will show you the ropes," she'd said, before 
going off to her own station. Did she really mean 
that? Dwayne decided to find out. 

He'd had a nice little get-acquainted fuck yesterday 
afternoon, with that cute crazy blonde nymphet from 
next door. She could screw like a house on fire, sure, 
but she was just a kid and not half as hot as she 
thought she was. Still, her tight wet hole was a nice 
place to soak a stiff dick, and he was pretty damn sure 
he'd be fucking her again, soon. He had no doubt he'd 
made a good impression on Chloë.

Last night he'd gotten a flash of another delicious 
blonde who must have been Chloë's older sister, and he 
was determined to make the acquaintance of the yummy 
number who'd done that sexy strip while he beat his 
meat in appreciation. But it was ten a.m., and he 
wouldn't be finished here at the U till five. Plenty of 
time to take the edge off his hornies, right?

He moved against Thalia where she stood, brushing her 
with his body. He felt her shiver slightly. Older 
women usually did that, when a younger guy was making a 
play. As if they were a little unwilling, sure, but 
not a turn-off by any means. 

He looked down at her, and she glanced away, but her 
eyes came back to meet his, and he knew he was going to 
get it, if he wanted it. He took another look, up and 
down Thalia, and he decided that he wanted it.

"I really appreciate your helping me out," he said, his 
hands coming naturally to rest on her slim waist. He 
touched her hipbones. 

She felt very firm for a woman her age. She hadn't 
gone to flab at all. He squeezed down and eased his 
body against hers, brushing her with his basket for 
only a moment. But in that moment she felt the power 
of his dick, and he saw her eyes open in surprise.

Dwayne took the edge she'd given him, and he pressed 
inward, stroking her again while he held her hips and 
waist. She was breathing harder, and her tits lifted 
and fell beneath the front of her shirt. The edge of 
her tie lay atop one rounded, curvy tit, and it moved 
up and down. His eyes followed the motion.

"What do you think you're doing, young man?" she asked 
in a thin breathless voice. "If you touch me, I'll 
scream..."

"There's nobody else on the floor," Dwayne whispered. 
He leaned in, nuzzled her cheek, pushing back the 
blonde hair to get at her earlobe with his lips.

"Please," Thalia whispered back, urgency vibrating in 
her voice, "I don't want to do this. I'm a respectable 
woman. I'm a mother. I've been a widow for four 
years."

"Then you're probably overdue for it," Dwayne smirked, 
grinding his crotch against Thalia. His dick was 
already half-erect inside his jeans, and the denim had 
begun to stretch as the meat pushed it outward. He 
moved himself up and down, giving her a full-length 
feel of what he had.

She drew back her hand and slapped him, hard, across 
the face. His head jerked, and he caught her wrist. 
Bending it back until she opened her mouth in choking 
protest, Dwayne rammed his lips onto Thalia's, fucking 
her mouth immediately with his thirsty tongue.

"Uhhhh ... " she gasped, and then her body went soft 
under his and she put her arms around his neck, pulling 
his face down tighter, closer. Her saliva began to 
flow into Dwayne's mouth and her tongue played back 
against his, duelling, teasing. She opened her legs 
and he moved into the fork of her body, shoving his 
ever-hardening prick insistently against Thalia's 
pussy.

They dry-humped for what seemed an eternity, there by 
the xerox machine. He could sense the hesitancy in 
her, and he used his mouth and hands knowingly, warming 
her up step by step. He opened her blouse and reached 
inside, cupping the small firm tits. 

She wasn't wearing a bra, just a smooth satiny slip. 
It did nothing to contain the growing heat of her tits 
as he squeezed and massaged them. The nipples hardened 
in the hollow of his palms. Her thighs enfolded him, 
began to flex around his legs, her cuntal region 
grinding provocatively against his jeans-bursting dick.

He kissed his way down her neck, pulling the blouse 
free of her shoulders as he did so. Her slip was 
deeply veed in front, and his mouth moved down onto the 
exposed inner cleavage of Thalia's small round tits. 

"Oh, you shouldn't be doing this..." she said, running 
her fingers through his hair, guiding his face lower 
and lower into the vee of her slip.

He slid her shoulder straps down, and the garment fell, 
baring her boobs to his eyes and mouth. They were 
perfect, man! Apples of amazing rondure, firmness, 
capped by tiny but totally stiff pink nipple points. 
Like pale cherries set atop a scoop of vanilla ice 
cream. 

Dwayne licked his finger and stroked one of the 
nipples, feeling Thalia's body quiver in response. He 
squeezed, and she lifted upward, a long low sigh oozing 
from her lips. He turned his face to the other tit and 
let his tongue graze teasingly across the pink point.

His mouth opened, and he sucked her tit inside, feeding 
on her as if he were a nursing baby. The longer he 
sucked, the more vigorously he sucked, tweaking the 
nipple with his mouth, caressing it with his tongue. 

His teeth gnawed gently into the firm cone of Thalia's 
titty. Its hungry nipple throbbed against his lapping 
tongue. The other nipple, still squeezed between his 
fingers, lengthened responsively, the flesh heating, 
heating, heating... 

He leaned back, licking his lips as he smiled up at the 
older woman. Yeah, he thought, they're all the same. 
He really liked that about women.

Thalia stood there, bare to the waist now, her slip 
fallen and her tits heaving as she stared down at 
Dwayne. "What the hell am I doing?" she asked, 
dazedly, as she worked the slip down over her hips and 
let it slide down her legs.

Under the slip she was wearing panties and pantyhose. 
Dwayne didn't really like pantyhose, unless the lady 
was bare under them. He thought of the hot teenager 
he'd watched last night, and the sexy garters and 
stockings she'd worn as she paraded, otherwise totally 
nude, around her bedroom, and his dick got a little 
harder, if that was possible.

He was already so hard he felt as if his pants would 
burst or his cock would shatter in about two more 
seconds. He stood up, reaching for his belt, his 
zipper.

"We've got to hurry," Thalia murmured, stroking his 
chest, leaning in to kiss him on the nipple. "Someone 
could walk in on us any moment."

"That makes it all the more exciting," Dwayne smiled. 
He lowered his pants and shorts, freeing his cock. 
Thalia gasped at the sight of his tool, thrusting 
forward in full erection.

She took hold of his prick, her fist folding around it. 
Looking up into his eyes, she began to stroke him. He 
was pulsating rapidly, and she could feel it bubbling 
through the length of his cock. 

"This is insane," Thalia said. "Totally insane..." 
But she didn't let go. Her hand got tighter. 
Possessive. She offered her mouth for another kiss. 

 Dwayne pulled her to him, his hands sliding down her 
back to yank down her pantyhose and panties. He cupped 
the bare cheeks of her ass and squeezed, his fingers 
moving into her crack. Her pussyhair was silky to the 
touch, and the lips of her cunt were already protruding 
with interest, their flaps moist from her excitement.

He knelt before Thalia, pulling her underwear the rest 
of the way down, to her ankles. She kicked off her 
shoes and he stripped her bare. He held her by the 
waist, still on his knees, and he started to lick her 
thighs, her tummy. 

She leaned back, her legs open, and his face moved into 
her crotch. There was an unmistakably sexy smell 
coming from her cunt, and it made Dwayne's tongue 
tingle in anticipation.

He sat her on the edge of the xerox machine, and he 
lapped her pussy until her clit was sticking out, big 
and hard. He kissed the juicy button over and over, 
his fingers busy on Thalia's crack. The lips opened to 
receive him, and he thrust into her. 

She wasn't as tight as a teenager, but every inch of 
her cunt was throbbing with life and arousal. He 
straightened out his finger, fucked it in and out of 
her, while he kept on sucking her clit. The button grew 
within his lips and her heat dried the drool on his 
tongue. But only for a moment.

"Ahh ... ahhhhh ... " Thalia moaned, her legs lifting 
and falling around Dwayne's shoulders. His fingers 
came out of her and his tongue went in. He licked her 
inside out.

She came all over his tongue while he used his pussywet 
fingers to frig her throbbing clit. He tasted the 
juicy funk of her cum, bubbling through her snatch, and 
he tongue-whipped her, thirsty for more. He got it.

"Oh, God," he heard her sob, and he raised his face 
from her cunt. He stood up, and pulled her forward. 
Her legs enfolded him, his dick rapping against her 
belly, while he kissed the pussyjuices onto her 
trembling lips. 

She lapped her flavor from his mouth, giggling like a 
schoolgirl who'd just discovered how much fun it was to 
be naughty. Something in the giggle reminded him of 
that nutty little Chloë he'd fucked yesterday. Maybe 
Chloë would grow up into a piece like Thalia, one of 
these tomorrows. She had the potential.

He stepped back and she leaned further down. His cock 
was standing up straight and hard as a crowbar, but a 
hell of a lot bigger. 

Thalia took it in both hands. She closed her eyes 
dreamily and rubbed his dick all over her tits, her 
face. Pursing her lips, she blew warm moist breath 
across the hard throbbing rod, and then she pressed a 
kiss onto the knob -- a soft, wet, murmuring kiss. The 
vibration of her lips made his tool get harder still.

She lapped his meat, gingerly at first but with a 
growing excitement as she tasted the horny eagerness of 
his flesh. Her lips ovaled, and she slipped the end of 
Dwayne's dick onto her tongue, squeezing it with her 
red mouth, leaving little smears of lipstick on him. 

She sucked daintily but effectively. Her mouth was 
knowing, her tongue sophisticated. She'd done this 
before, and she enjoyed doing it. Yeah, Dwayne 
thought, it's always the older broads that really know 
how to eat a peter.

Her sucking got more aggressive.  She gagged a little, 
not used to the size he was feeding her, but she got 
acclimatized fast, and he fucked deeper into her mouth. 

As she ate him, he had his hand busy in her crack, 
tickling her pussy, her clitoris, sometimes spearing 
into her for a little additional stimulation -- for 
him, as well as for Thalia. The feel of her livewire 
cunt snapping and crackling around his inserted finger 
was nothing but turnon, man!

But it wasn't a blowjob he wanted. The feel of that 
pussy was making his balls balloon with lust, and he 
thought he might die if he didn't get his cock into the 
hole he'd already sucked off. He screwed his finger 
into her, again and again, while the juice just 
squished out of Thalia and her pussy muscles went hog 
fucking wild around him.

He pulled Thalia's head upward, her leechlike mouth 
reluctant to leave his cock until it was forced. Her 
lips slid off him with a smack. Drool ran down her 
chin, and she licked the rim of her mouth, a luscious 
twinkle gleaming in her blue eyes.

"You're terrible," she said. "I have half a mind to 
tell your Aunt Joanna how bad you are." And she smiled 
in a very nasty way. The shine of her teeth made 
Dwayne's dick ache with the need to fuck her goddamn 
brains out!

"Do you?" he asked, easing her down onto her back. She 
drew her knees upward, spreading automatically, and the 
wet whiskers of her cunt could not hide the open red 
glimmer of the aroused crack that split Thalia.

He put the knob of his prick against her half-open 
slice and he pushed, his meat easily entering her 
sex-loose pussy. She was greasy-wet inside, and he 
fucked deep and true on the first stroke, burying his 
bone totally inside Thalia. He hit the bottom of her 
cunt chute, and ground his belly against her fuzzy bun. 
He lifted her feet into the air and wrapped his arms 
around her legs.

Thalia stiffened, pressuring back against his 
fuckstrokes, and Dwayne began to ram her, again and 
again. "Deep," she gasped, "mmm, baby, deep and hard 
and strong! Fuck me like a man, and I'll take it like 
a woman..."

She was playing with her tits while he fucked her. Her 
fingers were savage on the nipples, pulling them almost 
an inch long and twisting the pink points almost 
viciously. She moaned and squealed. The only other 
sounds were Dwayne's grunting pants and the soft muted 
thwack of his crotch ramming onto Thalia's when he 
filled her afresh with his aroused dick.

He stroked her legs while he fucked her pussy. He 
could feel the excitement ripple through her muscles. 
Her legs were long, for her size, and sinuous, though 
not wiry like a jogger's. Her pussy was deep, almost 
bottomless, and it sucked his cock ravenously, pulling 
him all the way into her and clenching like a vise 
around his swollen log of lust. He moaned a little, 
loving the squeeze of her twat on his prick, and he 
began to fuck harder, faster too.

"Yes, yes, oh, Christ, yes," she whined, reaching down 
to frig her clit as he pricked in and out of her hole. 
"Just like that, you dirty young fucker! I'm almost 
old enough to be your mother, and you're fucking me..."

He sure was! Oh, damn, Dwayne thought, it was gonna be 
great living here in Albany! He might never go home to 
Pomeroy, not even when the coast was clear!

His nuts groaned with the load of his boiling cum. He 
rammed harder, her snatch widening to accept the thrust 
of his bloated cock. Her pussy gaped, and he shoved. 
His belly ground into Thalia's crotch, and he felt as 
if his balls were being sucked into her hole along with 
the full throbbing length of his aroused dick. 

She was still flogging her clit, and it was obvious 
that Thalia was about to pop again. Dwayne gritted his 
teeth and slamdunked her cunt with a burning passion, a 
driving need to blow his balls wide open. This was 
some hot piece of woman he was dicking. For the first 
time in his eighteen years, Dwayne Murphy found himself 
wondering if he would be able to go the course!

Thalia erupted in orgasm, squealing and flopping, her 
pussy a ferocious mouth around his cock. Nothing 
missing but the teeth! The explosive reaction enfolded 
the boy, and he thrust again, two or three times, then 
stiffened and let his sperm gush into the vortex of 
Thalia's convulsing twat.

"Are you gonna tell Aunt Jo about that, too?" he asked 
later, as he helped her into her clothes. "How I 
fucked you and made you come like a moaning bitch?"

"No way, buster," Thalia smirked. "She might want to 
horn in on it! I think I'm gonna keep you my own 
little secret. And I may be back down after lunch to 
see how you're coming along. Mmm, Dwayne, it looks 
like this could be a very interesting summer..."

She eased the slip down over her head, and Dwayne 
guided it into place. He couldn't resist a patting 
caress of her firm round tits. The nipples were still 
hard. Her face was flushed from sex, and she looked 
ten years younger. Thalia was a hell of an attractive 
lady, he decided, and he was glad he'd fucked her. He 
looked forward to fucking her again.

"Who knows," she went on, "I might even come over to 
Jo's house and throw myself at you sometime."

Dwayne grinned. "Wouldn't she get suspicious?"

"Not really," Thalia said. "I mean, I live next door. 
The house on the right? Didn't she mention that?"

No, Dwayne thought, she hadn't mentioned that at all. 
Christ! Thalia was the neighbor in the next house? 
That meant -- shit! -- she was the mother of that kinky 
little nympho he'd balled yesterday? And the mother of 
that hot number he'd watched last night, too? 

He had a distinct sense of deja vu. Yeah, he thought, 
it could be a _very_ interesting summer... 


CHAPTER 5

Belinda Parsons looked out the window and her blue eyes 
began to sparkle. Jesus! There he was! The guy who 
had fucked her kid sister to a frazzle yesterday. 

This was her first good look at Dwayne and she really 
liked what she saw. She knew he'd watched her last 
night -- she'd been counting on it -- but he'd been in 
the shadows and she hadn't really seen him.

The squirt had gone out to do whatever little airheads 
amused themselves with these days. Mom was going to be 
late -- she was shopping, with Joanna Murphy -- and 
that meant Belinda had a clear field, with at least two 
hours' grace. She took a deep breath, checked her 
makeup in the mirror, and went out onto the front 
porch.

Dwayne was just going up the front steps of Joanna's 
house. Belinda leaned across the banister and said, 
"Hey, dude!" He stopped short, and he smiled. 
Belinda's pussy began to drip into her bikini panties.

***

When she invited him into the house, they both knew 
what she was after. Two minutes later they were making 
out on the couch in the living room. Belinda's skirt 
was up to her waist and he had both hands inside her 
blouse, massaging the big juicy mounds of her tits.

"I like a girl who knows what she wants," he purred 
into her mouth, between moist pecking kisses. His 
fingers stroked the risen pink points of her nipples, 
and the buds quivered responsively. Shit, _all_ of 
Belinda was quivering!

She couldn't get over it. Everything the squirt had 
said was true, for Christ's sake! This guy wasn't all 
that great-looking, and at five-nine, he was barely an 
inch taller than Belinda. She'd be embarrassed to go 
out with him if she were in her spike heels. But there 
was something in his eyes that said "I know how to 
touch you where you live, baby," And when he put his 
hands on her tits, oh, shit, he was touching her 
_exactly_ where she lived!

No wonder he'd gotten the squirt into the sack in five 
minutes. But then, almost anybody could get Chloë's 
pants off. Belinda herself could do it with the crook 
of a finger.

She reached down into Dwayne's lap and felt the bulging 
presence of his tool. "Mmmm, baby," she slobbered into 
his ear, "I think you have something I need down 
there..."

She stood up, dancing just out of his reach, giggling, 
ready to peel. She loved to take her clothes off in 
front of a guy, to see the facial reactions as her 
delicious body went on display. Dwayne had already seen 
her last night -- they'd shared that secret coming 
through the front door -- but it was from a distance. 
Now he was gonna get the full treatment. In throbbing 
closeup. 

She'd finished work at Regal early, bribing another 
girl to fill out her shift, so at least she wasn't 
wearing the dipshit jump suit required on the job. She 
was in a sexy blouse, sheer enough to show off her 
underwear, and a mini that flattered her mile-long 
legs. From the look on Dwayne's face, she was sure he 
approved.

Still dancing, she wriggled out of the skirt, dropping 
it down her legs and kicking her feet free. She took 
off her blouse, too, and she smoothed her hands across 
the bulge of her tits, swinging free and loose beneath 
a lacy mini-slip. Dwayne had already felt her up, but 
he hadn't seen her boobs bare yet -- at least, not 
close-up. She decided to make him wait just a little 
longer.

She turned around, flipping up the slip and wiggling 
her ass at him. Her panties were tiny, barely covering 
her asscrack, and they were so sheer he could have seen 
a pimple on her butt, if a pimple had been brave enough 
to sprout on those round ripe globes of delight. 

She stroked her asscheeks, then reached underneath 
herself and let her fingers walk through the crotch of 
her panties. Straightening, Belinda turned, holding the 
slip up just long enough for Dwayne to see the dull 
gold of her pussyhair showing through the front of her 
filmy underpants. She let the slip drop back down and 
she danced away from him, to the far side of the room.

She leaned back against the wall, by the tv, and she 
swayed, her eyes closed, her mind already anticipating 
what was going to happen. She couldn't get over this 
guy. There was just something about him that made her 
cunt purr with excitement, that made her ovaries hum 
with the knowledge she was going to fuck him deaf, 
dumb, and blind.

Belinda reached up, under the slip, and she eased her 
panties downward. The hem of the slip kept her pussy 
more or less under wraps, for the moment. His eyes 
were eating her. She hoped his mouth had the same 
intention.

He was on the sofa, watching her, nodding in approval. 
He already had his cock out of his pants. It protruded 
upward, stiff and impressive. She wasn't a size queen, 
but she knew he had a big one, probably the biggest 
she'd ever seen in the flesh, and her mouth began to 
water. 

Chloë had described it as a pink zucchini. It wasn't 
_that_ big, but it was large, and it was hard, and it 
wanted Belinda as much as she wanted it. And she 
wanted it soooo bad!

She flipped her slip upward, flashing him with her 
pussy for a brief moment. His brown eyes sparkled, and 
he licked his lips. She dropped the slip again and 
turned, easing a strap down over one shoulder. When 
she rotated toward Dwayne again, one tit was bare.

She bounced it in her hand, pointed the nipple at him. 
She squeezed the big pink berry and said "Bang!" 

He stood up, his dick extended eight or nine inches 
from his loosened jeans. Belinda lowered her other 
shoulder strap, baring her left tit. Dwayne came 
toward her, following the lead of his prick. 

Belinda wiggled away from him. She wanted it, but she 
didn't want him to think she was @U(really) easy. Let 
him work a few moments longer. He'd appreciate it that 
much more.

"Chloë tells me you're working at the U," she said. 
"How do you like it there?"

"It's not bad. Why don't you come a little closer and 
I'll show you what I did on the job today?"

"I'm sure!" Belinda giggled. "Like, do they have a 
fuck break now, along with the coffee breaks?" But he 
got her by the waist and pulled her to him, and she 
knew it was time to stop playing and start fucking.

She stood still while he pulled her slip upward, off 
her body, and she stood naked in front of him, wearing 
only her thigh-top stockings. His hands moved up and 
down her body, testing the contours of her tits, the 
firm smoothness of her belly, the swelling voluptuous 
curvature of her hips. 

He reversed his hand and rubbed it up and down the 
bunlike swell of her pussy, fingers sliding through her 
muff of dull gold hair. Belinda sighed and rubbed 
herself on his hand, her cunt doing a tremulous little 
dance of passion.

"Are all of you Parsons women natural blondes?" he 
asked. Belinda beamed and nodded. His knuckles were 
tickling her gash and she was leaking cunt ooze like a 
cracked pipe.

She put her arms around him and gave him her most 
sensuous kiss. He seemed to like it. Belinda certainly 
did. His tongue tasted a little like pussy, she 
decided, as it moved in and out of her mouth. She 
reached down again and took him by the dick, working 
his hard column of flesh in a firm, well-trained hand. 

"I want to suck your cock," she told him in a soft 
breathy voice. He didn't say no. She hadn't figured he 
would. Guys never said no when a blowjob was in the 
offing.

Belinda opened his shirt and kissed her way down his 
chest. She spent a little time licking his nipples. 
She knew that guys enjoyed it almost as much as girls 
did. His nips hardened beneath her lapping tongue, and 
she bit one of them, just for the pleasure of hearing 
him gasp -- the same way, Belinda noticed, that she 
herself always gasped when a guy began to chow down on 
her titties.

Her mouth moved southward, the hard lance of his cock 
pointing up. A big bubble of pre-cum already oozed 
from his piss-slit, and she thirsted for the taste of 
it.

She moved downward, her tongue gliding lusciously, 
drippingly, over the bulbous crown of Dwayne's peter. 
She covered every inch of his knob with her drool, and 
she lapped up and down the dominant half of his 
fully-impacted dong. Mmm, a sweet-tasting, meaty-hot 
nine-incher, she decided, still licking. 

Belinda was on her knees now, guiding his prick into 
her mouth. She gulped him down, all the way into her 
throat on the first suck. She made moaning sounds 
around his rod, and she hummed and purred and twisted 
her head while she ingested the totality of Dwayne's 
tool. Raising her face, she began to lick his knob 
round and round.

Her hands were pulling his pants further downward so 
she could get at his balls too. She cupped them in a 
fist, squeezing as she gobbled his big bulging 
cockhead. It moved in and out of her mouth in short, 
gulpy swallows, and sometimes she pushed her face all 
the way down till she was kissing his balls and her 
nose was full of cockhairs. She heard him say, "Oh, 
Jesus," and she knew she was on the right track.

More to the point, she was starving for the taste of 
his cum. She sucked harder, siphoning the stuff out of 
him. His balls were working overtime. She felt the 
heat of them, inside her clutching fist, and she flexed 
and clenched just for the pleasure of hearing him gasp 
again and again. 

He thrust up, into her mouth, and she sucked down every 
inch he could give her. She could have taken two or 
three inches more. She would have taken two or three 
inches more if it fucking killed her! Her drool ran 
down his shaft and her tongue lapped his prick as it 
moved in and out of Belinda's hungry mouth.

She took the knob between her lips, trapping it behind 
her front teeth, and she sucked like a leech. Her fist 
encircled the base of Dwayne's dick and she stroked up 
and down, more and more excitedly. 

She kept hitting herself in the mouth with her hand but 
she didn't give a fuck about that. She could feel his 
bulbous knob expanding, enlarging, and she knew he was 
about to fill her mouth with the sticky hot squirt of 
his lust!

"Ahhhhh..." Belinda gasped as his jizz began to pour 
across her lapping tongue. She tightened her fist and 
milked him dry, guzzling down every drop of Dwayne's 
sperm. Her mouth tightened around him, and she sucked 
hard. 

She was full of his squirting jizz, and she gargled it 
down her throat, savoring the rich, viscous porridge as 
it trickled down to her churning tummy. His prick kept 
on quivering, though it was drained, and she sucked 
without letup. He stayed hard. Oh, God, did he ever 
stay hard!

She raised her mouth from his cock. A few strings of 
cum oozed from her lips, dripping down her chin. "Does 
Chloë suck dick that good?" she asked, leering her 
challenge. She didn't expect an answer. She knew the 
squirt couldn't compete with her when it came to 
blowing the stuffings out of a hard cock.

Dwayne sank to his knees and pushed Belinda over onto 
her back. He covered her mouth in a kiss, his tongue 
plunging between her lips. His hard tool banged 
against her belly. His hands ranged up and down her 
long tanned body, exploring every sensuous spot she 
had, locating a couple that she hadn't know were 
sensuous until Dwayne Murphy got his fingers onto them.

He went down on her tits, sucking the nipples harder 
than she had ever thought they could get. His teeth 
gnawed. His hand was on her cunt, spreading the tight 
and tender lips, a finger pushing into the sopping 
depths. 

She moaned at his penetration but she squeezed her 
thighs together and sucked him deep into her hole. 
Belinda writhed, up and down, pulling him in and out, 
fingerfucking herself on his probing digit. Her juices 
drenched him, and she fondled his head while he ate her 
tits. 

Christ, she thought, if he were four inches taller, I'd 
fucking _marry_ the son of a bitch!!!

He kissed down her belly, toward the dull gold shimmer 
of her pussyfur. The hairs were matted and damp with 
her cuntal leakage. He pushed his lips down into them, 
taking out his finger as he began to lick and lap her 
pussy flaps. 

He kept the labes open wide, and his tongue roved 
through her trench, stimulating her hole, her clitoris. 
He rolled her over and she giggled inanely as he spread 
her asscheeks and applied his tongue to her shithole, 
too!

No one had ever licked Belinda's asshole, except for 
Chloë. Guys didn't seem to know that a girl enjoyed 
some mouth work at her back door. Dwayne knew, though, 
and he dug his fingers into the spongy cheeks of her 
butt, spreading them, dilating her hole, exposing it to 
the horny attack of his hot wet tongue.

He licked down, onto her cunt from the rear. His 
tongue slipped up her hole, pushing deep, and she 
whined in gratification. She squirmed about, rubbing 
her clit on the carpet. 

Ya know, she thought, when you're lying down it doesn't 
matter a shit how tall anybody is...

Her ass l lifted to Dwayne's face, and he cupped her 
pussy, squeezing it hard, as he alternated his 
tonguework between her twat and her asshole, licking 
and sucking till Belinda was about to jump out of her 
taut tanned skin.

"You better fuck me, dude," she panted, looking back 
over her shoulder. "You damn well better fuck me..."

***

That was exactly what Dwayne had in mind. He pulled 
her up, onto her knees, with her nice big ass jutting
into the air, and he knelt behind her. He slapped her 
butt with his hard, sticky cock, using the knob to 
tease her shitter and her pussy in alternate passes.

"Oh, don't make me wait," Belinda snarled, reaching 
beneath herself. She grabbed the end of his dick, 
giving the knob a squeeze so hard a bubble of cum 
squirted without warning into the hollow of her hand.
She put his bulb against her pussymouth and she 
wriggled backward, impaling herself on him in one 
quick snatchgulp.

As he filled her cunt with his throbbing hard rod, 
Belinda's head jerked back and she made a whining 
shriek. Dwayne shoved until he was fully engulfed 
within her. Her tight teen cunt and his swollen rod 
made a perfect fit.

Belinda frigged her clit in spasms while he fucked her. 
He turned her face around and covered her mouth in 
another of those wild kisses. His tongue fucked her 
throat almost as hard, as deep, as his cock fucked her 
pussy.

She liked getting it from the rear, especially when he 
took two big handfuls of tit, mauling the fat bouncy 
jugs while he screwed her pussyhole. His cock got 
slicker and harder, the more it slid in and out of her, 
and Belinda's cunt got wetter, more responsive, if that 
was possible. 

She clenched her muscles around him, milking at the 
fattened shaft of his dick. She heard his husky voice 
growling in pleasure -- or was that her own ecstatic 
moaning and murmuring? She took the deep probing stabs 
of his dick, her cunt lengthening with each thrust, 
sucking more and more of Dwayne's tool into her 
bubbling sexual vortex.

He fucked her hard, just the way she liked it. They 
didn't have all day, anyway. Mom and Joanna would be 
back sooner or later, and Belinda didn't really want to 
get caught with her pussy full of rod. Mom knew she 
fucked, but it would be a little embarrassing to be 
discovered in the act. Or would it? She felt so 
goddamn good she was starting to think she wouldn't 
care if the whole fucking world walked in on her!

Dwayne was the best fuck she'd ever had. God, she 
could hardly believe he'd moved in next door to her! 
She hadn't even been saying her prayers lately, but she 
would from now on -- even if they had been answered!

His cock slipped out of her pussy and she felt suddenly 
lost and empty. She frigged her clit, stuffed a finger 
into her vacant hole, murmuring, "Oh, don't stop now, 
you motherfucker!!!"

And then she felt the big, swollen, pussyslick knob 
beginning to poke at her asshole. "You ever get the 
urge to try it a little differently?" Dwayne was 
asking.

"You mean, like, up the shithole?" Belinda giggled. 
"Oh, maybe if the right guy asked me, I might be 
willing to try. So, are you asking, dude?"

"No," Dwayne said, and he slapped her lightly on the 
butt. "I'm telling. Your ass is about to meet my 
dick."


CHAPTER 6

Belinda had never let a guy put his rod up her ass 
before. Sure, she liked to be licked and fingered back 
there. But what the hell, it was just a hole, right? 
And holes were made to be fucked.

"Stick it in before I cool off totally," she panted. 
"I might not let you if I get my senses back."

His rod was slick from its immersion in her oozing 
cunt. The plumlike knob battled with the tightness of 
her asshole, and he had to do a little licking and 
fingering, just to open her. She tried to help, 
frigging her clit while he played with her butt. The 
heat in her crotch simmered enticingly, and she found 
herself more and more aroused.

His tongue slid in and out of the hole while his 
fingers spread the cheeks, and then he gave her a quick 
thrust that popped her assring. She yelped and 
stiffened, but it wasn't the hurt, it was the surprise 
of his sudden intrusion. "Ooohh," she said, "you've 
got big fingers, dude!"

"Got something bigger," he reminded her, reaming her 
hole with his middle finger. She squirmed and writhed, 
wiggling her ass from side to side. The tightness 
relaxed, and her shitter got bigger. His finger moved 
deep, the nail scratching toward her colon, and she 
gave a deep grunting moan.

He got another finger inside, and she said "Ohhhh..." 
Her ass lifted into the air. Dwayne kissed her crack, 
and his tongue tickled. She was still massaging her 
clit, slipping a finger into her pussy. God, she could 
feel his fingers moving inside her ass, when she was in 
her cunt! The tips touched, only a thin layer of flesh 
separating them.

And then his finger came out, and he rose behind her. 
He pushed his cock straight into the hole, still 
dilated from his fingerwork, and his bulbous knob 
entered Belinda's shitchute. It was a _hell_ of a lot 
bigger than his fingers, and she grunted again, as if 
she were straining to pass an oversize turd. But the 
pressure was coming _into_ her, not going out. Oh, 
fuck, she thought, what am I getting myself into???

He pinched possessively into the fleshy cheeks of her 
butt, squeezing down as he prodded her with his prick. 
He moved deeper, and there was a hot burning sensation 
in Belinda's rear end.

"Noooo," she whimpered, but she wasn't sure she meant 
it. Her fingers pinched her clit. Juice ran like piss 
from the mouth of her cunt.

She poked into her pussy, arousing it to even greater 
excitement while Dwayne stirred her shit. She was 
rapidly getting used to the feel of his tool jammed up 
her tailpipe. God, she thought she liked it! And then 
he started to fuck in and out of her, and she _knew_ 
she liked it!!!

He fucked as hard as he could, given the tightness of 
her asshole. His groin banged against her buttcheeks, 
the flesh rippling like billowy tanned waves under his 
repeated impact.

"Oh, Christ, fuck me," she moaned, "oh, fucking 
fuuuuuuck meeeeeee!!!!"

His tool burned inside her ass, but it was a sweet wild 
burning that drove her mad with lust. She shoved 
fingers up her tight wet cunt, fucking them in rhythm 
to the steely ramrodding that reamed her shithole. 
Dwayne was in his element. She could feel the smug 
power that drove his dick, and she was happy to 
surrender to it. For fucking like this, she'd 
surrender to Peewee Herman!

He came out of her, and she said, "No, no, you son of a 
bitch, I want you to keep on fucking meeee..."

He rolled her over, lifting her legs high, spreading 
them wide. Her ass lifted from the floor and his cock 
sawed back and forth along her gash. Dwayne pulled 
back and shoved his cock up her ass again, and she 
could look down between the gunsight mounds of her tits 
and watch the driving, furious thrust of his prick. 
Her heels dangled over his shoulders, and both of them 
were playing with her cunt while they assfucked. She 
squeezed her clit, pinching it like a pimple, and 
Dwayne gave her four fingers up the snatch to 
counterpoint the stabbing of his ass-maddened cock.

She knew she was gonna come, and she moaned in 
anticipation of the delicious moment of release. She 
frigged her clit raw. She might not fuck for weeks! 
But she'd drop her pants again as soon as she had a 
chance to get Dwayne alone, and she knew it. "Oh, you 
bastard, fuck me," she gasped, over and over, ramming 
her body up to meet the downthrusts of his rockhard 
prick. "Fuck me in my goddamn ass!!!"

"Jesus, how filthy!" a chirpy voice said. "He's 
actually got his _dick_ up your butt?"

Dwayne shoved home and looked upward. Belinda's head 
spun around. The squirt was standing beside them.

Chloë licked her lips, staring down at the fuck in 
progress. She cupped her tits, perky under a thin 
t-shirt, and squeezed them. Her thighs rubbed together, 
pressuring the warm little cunt that nestled inside the 
crotch of her shorts.

"What the fuck are you doing back here???" Belinda 
snapped. "I told you to get lost!"

Chloë just stared at Dwayne's tool. Her mouth began to 
water. She wondered if she could talk him into fucking 
her ass, too. But, God, wouldn't it hurt, having 
something that big shoved up a hole as tight and tiny 
as her own?

"I fucked him too, remember?" she said. "In fact, you 
wouldn't even have known about him if you hadn't 
tortured the information out of me, you slut." She 
pulled up her shirt and flashed her boobs at Dwayne. 
"Remember these?" she giggled. "Or has my big sister's 
rack spoiled you for cute titties altogether?"

Dwayne grinned. The kid was cute, even if she wasn't 
very pretty, but the big smile went a long way toward 
making up for her being shortchanged on looks. The 
tits were pretty cute, too. And he had to admit she 
could put out a first-rate fuck for somebody her age.

He worked his tool inside Belinda, and the hot, 
big-busted blonde started to moan all over again. 
Chloë smiled. She loved to watch Belinda getting it. A 
couple of times her big sister had allowed Chloë to 
peek from concealment while she got it on with some 
local stud. Of course, it wasn't as much fun as 
trading pussy licks with her sister. But this was 
different. She wasn't peeking around the door. With a 
giggle, she gave her sister a thwack on the ass.

Then Chloë knelt, and she leaned down to lick Belinda's 
pussy. Dwayne took his fingers out, and Chloë sucked 
them into her mouth. She hoped it would remind him 
that she was also pretty good when it came to a cock in 
her mouth. But his dick was kind of occupied, wasn't 
it?

From her vantage point she had a clear shot of Dwayne's 
rod stuffed into her sister's tailpipe. The sight was 
intoxicating. She rocked up and down, pressing her ass 
down against her calves, imagining that she was the one 
who was getting fucked in the butt.

Her tongue lolled through her sister's pussy gulch, 
visiting the big hard clit. She licked it, kissed it 
warmly, then licked it again, her mouth getting wetter 
and wetter. Drool ran from her lips, spilling into 
Belinda's sloppy pink groove. She eased her tongue 
into the hole while Dwayne spread it for her, and she 
licked her sister inside out.

Then she stood up, lowering her shorts and panties. 
She straddled Belinda and presented her pussy to 
Dwayne. He leaned up into her gash and started to 
suck. He was just as good as he'd been yesterday. He 
went straight to her most erogenous spots and he made 
them even more erogenous. She fucked his face, 
murmuring encouragement. "Yes, mmmm, yessssss..."

She could hear the thwack as his body rammed against 
Belinda's, she could hear the squelchy sound of his 
cock invading and reinvading her sister's shitter. 
Hands crept up her legs, and she recognized Belinda's 
knowing touch. She smeared wet hot teen pussy all over 
Dwayne's slurping mouth, and then she eased back from 
him, squatting down upon her sister's face.

They'd never done anything quite like this before, and 
Chloë was thrilled to the gills. Maybe she hadn't lost 
him at all. Maybe he was man enough to take care of 
both Parsons sisters. It wouldn't be half as fantastic 
as having him for her own personal private fuck-toy, 
but life was all about compromise, and half of Dwayne's 
dick was a hell of a lot better than someone else 
getting _all_ of it.

Chloë was juicy wet in the pussy, and Belinda was 
obviously thirsty for the taste of it. The older 
sister's tongue plunged into Chloë, fucking the tight 
pink portals of her ripe little snatch, and her hands 
squeezed energetically at Chloë's buttcheeks. She 
licked gash, then moved her tongue to her kid sister's 
asshole. It couldn't be half as exciting as what Dwayne 
was doing to Belinda's shitter, but it was enough to 
make Chloë Parsons squeal and whine and moan.

Chloë leaned forward, going down on her sister's cunt 
while Dwayne continued to fuck the hole next door. 
Belinda rocked and rolled beneath Chloë, beneath 
Dwayne. Chloë wondered if this was what you could call 
an orgy. She hoped so. She'd always wanted to be in 
an orgy.

By stretching a little, she found that she could also 
lick Dwayne's cock while it moved in and out of 
Belinda. His prick tasted like shit, but it was her 
sister's shit, and Chloë had been eating that almost 
all her life. Her tongue walked up and down the 
jabbing shaft, then fluttered back into Belinda's cunt, 
and she was in hog heaven, no doubt about it.

Dwayne yanked his rod out of Belinda and shoved it into 
Chloë's mouth. The younger girl gasped at the sudden 
intrusion, but once she got her lips wrapped around it, 
she couldn't do anything but _suck_ that cock, and did 
she ever suck! Dwayne rammed her mouth till his meat 
dripped with her spit, and then he shoved himself back 
up Belinda.

He alternated that way, ramfucking Belinda's shitter 
for half a dozen strokes, then feeding his ass-greasy 
rod to Chloë. Belinda didn't seem to mind the 
occasional emptiness in her well-fucked butt. She kept 
on gobbling her sister's snatch and steam was rising 
from her pussy, whether it was being licked or handled 
by Chloë.

Chloë felt the need to come boiling in her blood, and 
she squirmed down, forcing her cunt into her sister's 
mouth. "Eat me, you slut!!!" she chirped, and 
Belinda's tongue worked like a live wire across her 
fully-erected clit, whipping it till Chloë gasped and 
giggled and pissed a river of juice into her sister's 
mouth.

Dwayne was still counterpointing his peter between 
Belinda's ass and Chloë's mouth. Chloë sucked him 
desperately, hoping to shit that he would spill his 
load on her tongue. She had half her fist shoved up 
Belinda's pussy, fucking it as if her hand were a cock, 
and slobber ran down her chin when she was not 
mouth-full of Dwayne's rod. She panted, hardly able to 
wait for him to return his shit-smeared prick to her 
hungry mouth.

But she felt Belinda convulse beneath her, and she knew 
that her sister was coming, and she looked up at 
Dwayne's face and she knew that he was just beginning 
to spill his load up Belinda's asshole. "Give me some, 
motherfucker!" she gasped, grabbing his rod with her 
free hand and pulling it out of her sister's butt.

He came out squirting. His cum splashed Chloë's face 
and she lapped it as it spurted. Her mouth ovaled, and 
a long slimy splatter drenched her extended tongue. 
She got him by the balls and gave them an almost 
vicious squeeze, and still more of the white cock-milk 
gushed from him, into her mouth, onto her face. She 
lowered her lips over him and sucked until his peter 
went totally soft along her tongue, and even then she 
didn't want to let go.

***

"You said yesterday," Chloë purred, playing with 
Dwayne's soft, cum-slimed tool, "that you got into 
trouble at home and had to come up here to hide out. 
What kind of trouble was it, stud?"

Dwayne grinned. "Well," he said, tickling Belinda's 
nearest nipple, "it's really a little embarrassing. 
But if you have to know, I was sorta fucking this girl, 
named Robin."

"What's 'sorta fucking'?" Chloë wondered. "Did you 
just dry hump her?"

"No," laughed Dwayne, "I didn't dry hump her. I wish I 
had. She got pregnant. The only problem was, I was 
also fucking her mother, and _she_ turned up pregnant 
too. I just can't figure out what relation Robin's kid 
is going to be to Mindy's kid, y'know? Aunt and niece, 
or would they really be sisters?"

"God," Belinda said, "that's almost disgusting!"

"I think it's nasty," Chloë put in, "and I _like_ 
nasty! Hey, dude, which of them was better? The calf 
or the cow?"

Dwayne shrugged. "Mindy, I guess," he confessed. 
"Older women kinda turn me on."

"I bet she wasn't a goddamn bit better than I am," 
Belinda said with assurance. "Was she?"

Chloë giggled. "We better watch out," she told her 
sister. "Maybe he's just using us so he can get at 
_our_ mom!" She cackled in laughter and then her blue 
eyes became enormous. "Oh, shit! I completely forgot! 
The reason I'm home is because I ran into Mom and 
Joanna at the mall. Mom let me out while she parked the 
car, and then she was going over to Joanna's for a cup 
of coffee, but she'll be here any fucking second!"

***

Joanna Murphy followed Thalia Parsons through the front 
door. She was a little surprised to see her nephew 
Dwayne, with Thalia's two daughters. No, she wasn't 
surprised. She'd seen Dwayne last night, watching 
Belinda undress through his window. She'd figured her 
nephew would try to meet the cute blonde next door.

Maybe, she thought, she should tell Thalia just why 
Dwayne was living with her this summer. Just in case 
anything happened, right? It was the least she could 
do for her friend. Surely Dwayne's troubles back in 
Pomeroy had taught him something. Hadn't they?

Though, God knew, you couldn't really put a damper on 
teenagers, once their hormones got activated. But at 
least Thalia ought to know. Yes, she decided, I will 
tell her. Before anything happens that all of us might 
regret.

"Well," she told her nephew, trying to sound more 
casual than she felt, "I wondered where you were."

Dwayne smiled. "Just visiting the neighbors," he said. 
"You know, getting acquainted around the block."

His face was a little flushed. Joanna wondered just 
what he and the Parsons girls might have been up to. 
She was positive she could see a hair caught between 
his upper front teeth. But surely there was an 
innocent explanation. Wasn't there???

She glanced at Thalia, whose face bore an expression 
that looked a _hell_ of a lot like shock. But why 
should she be so stunned-looking? Joanna frowned. She 
wondered if something was going on that she knew 
absolutely nothing about.


CHAPTER 7

Joanna awoke from the midst of a very strange dream. 
Her nephew Dwayne sat naked on a throne, his cock erect 
and capped with a big purple bulb, like a sceptre, 
while women threw themselves at his feet and rose 
reverently to press their lips against the unbelievably 
swollen crown of his peter.

She could even recognize the women who were so anxious 
to lick her nephew's dick. There was Belinda Parsons, 
and her kid sister Chloë, and -- Jesus! -- the woman 
standing behind Chloë, tapping her feet in impatience, 
looked exactly like Thalia! "Hurry up," she was 
saying. "I want my turn on that sweet fat rod..."

Joanna sat up in bed, shaking her head. "Jesus," she 
said in a soft voice. "That was fucking weird!"

She shivered softly in the darkness. The luminescent 
clock read 2:08.  What an unholy hour to be awake! 
She lay back, closing her eyes, willing herself back to 
sleep. But then her eyes opened and she sat up again. 
What the _hell_ was that sound?

Quietly, she got out of bed and went tiptoeing down the 
hall. The closer she got, the more certain she was that 
the noises were coming from her nephew's bedroom.

But this time the door was shut tight -- unlike last 
night -- and she frowned. She could hear soft 
whimpering sounds, and the rhythmic rock of bedsprings, 
but she could not see what was happening on the other 
side of that goddamn door!

"Ohhhhh...Dwayne..." The purring invitation of a soft, 
sex-charged voice. Damn it! Joanna thought. That 
long-legged slut Belinda had sneaked into Dwayne's 
room. No doubt she was in there getting ready to fuck 
his brains out!

Just like his troubles in Pomeroy, Joanna reminded 
herself. Dwayne simply couldn't keep his dick in his 
pants, when it came to women, and now he was starting 
all over again with the girl next door.

From inside the bedroom came the panting sounds of a 
girl in heat. Even with the door shut, Joanna could 
easily imagine what was happening now. Maybe her dream 
hadn't been so far off the mark after all.

But she wasn't sure, and she didn't want to make a big 
stink until she was positive what her nephew was up to.  
Joanna tied the sash of her robe. Damn it, she had to 
find what was going on, didn't she? And there was only 
one way.

She crept into the kitchen, opening the back door 
delicately. The neighborhood was dark, shut down for 
the night. All except for whatever was taking place in 
her nephew's bedroom.

 A misty rain was just beginning to fall. The tv 
weatherman had predicted a rainy, damp weekend, and 
Joanna could smell the precipitation in the air. She 
wished to hell she'd at least put on her slippers. The 
grass was already getting wet beneath her feet.

She went around the side of the house, making for the 
lighted window. The curtain was not entirely drawn, 
and she could see enough to make her jaw drop in shock.

It wasn't Belinda who was in her nephew's room. Dwayne 
was frolicking with Chloë Parsons! Joanna was truly 
startled at the sight. She'd never suspected anything 
like this out of Chloë. Belinda, yes. The big blonde 
was obviously a slut, but she'd always regarded Chloë 
as a sweet innocent.

But watching, Joanna realized that she had certainly 
been on the right track when she got suspicious, 
finding her nephew in the Parsons house this afternoon. 
She no longer had the slightest doubt why he'd had a 
hair between his teeth, either. She'd only been wrong 
about his co-conspirator.

Chloë was stripped naked, her slim, almost childlike 
body glowing in sexual arousal. She fondled her small, 
pointy tits, and her head was tossed back, soft moaning 
sounds oozing from her lips. "Oooohhh, Dwayne, eat my 
motherfucking pussyyyyy!!!" she squeaked. "I love the 
way you suck a cunt!"

Dwayne's head was down between her legs, and the tiny 
young blonde jerked spasmodically each time his mouth 
attacked her. She giggled, and she squeezed her thighs 
against the sides of his head.

He was lying at the foot of his bed, in plain sight of 
the window. He was as naked as Chloë, and his dick was 
sticking straight out, bobbing against his thigh as he 
continued to suck on the girl next door.

Joanna hung to the windowsill, staring in horror. Oh, 
Jesus, this was awful! How could she ever explain this 
to Thalia Parsons? She was pretty sure Dwayne had 
screwed Belinda (as if someone in Albany _hadn't_?), 
but to think he was also doing it to cute little 
Chloë???

Dwayne's head rose from between the hot young nymphet's 
legs. She stretched out, running her hands up and down 
her quivering little body. She squeezed passionately 
at her bee-sting tits, teasing the nipples to make them 
even harder than they already were. "Oh, I came soooo 
good," she trilled. "Now come up here and give me a 
great big kiss. I wanna see if your mouth tastes like 
my pussy!"

Dwayne stretched out beside her, his hands replacing 
Chloë's in the caress of the young girl's sex-flushed 
frame. She gasped as he mauled her little tits, and 
her body lifted toward him. She put her arms around 
his neck and licked his face, his lips, giggling when 
she found the taste of her cunt on his mouth. His lips 
parted and she fucked him with her tongue.

Her thigh was thrown across his lap, the soft smooth 
flesh stroking at the bobbing length of Dwayne's 
upright cock. From time to time she reached down and 
tickled him, just below the knob, then squeezed him 
inside her eager fist.

He went down on her tits. As his lips pursed to suck 
one long pink tab, Chloë gave a squeal. "Sshhh!" 
Dwayne snapped. "I don't wanna wake up Aunt Joanna!"

Chloë just smirked. "Maybe she could join us," she 
said. "You told me and Belinda you dug older women. 
But if you like them so much, how come you keep on 
fucking us young ones?"

"Because you're here," Dwayne said frankly. "And 
speaking of 'here', why don't you put your mouth where 
it will do both of us the most good?"

Joanna snorted in disbelief, peeking through the 
window, as the lithe, monkey-agile Chloë wiggled around 
and shoved her face down into Dwayne's lap. She got 
his dick in both hands and rubbed it on her face, her 
tits. She squeezed the little mounds together around 
it and fucked him up and down. "Mmmm," she purred as 
the friction heated up her skin. She thrust out her 
tongue, licking at the knob when it shoved into her 
face.

Dwayne worked his fingers through her silky blonde hair 
as she tongued his tool. "Not bad," he told Chloë. 
"By the time you're legal, you oughta be one hell of a 
fuck."

She stuck her tongue out at him, then lapped his cock 
even more lewdly, giggling all the while. "I'm one 
hell of a fuck right now, buster," she murmured between 
slurps, "and if this doesn't remind you of that fact, 
maybe I should be looking for a _real_ man." Outside 
the window, Joanna was still in total shock.

Which didn't decrease when Chloë stopped teasing and 
started sucking. Her innocent face looked anything 
but, full of Dwayne's sizable hard prick. She rolled 
her eyes appreciatively, too, making cute but sexy 
faces at him, but mostly she ate his dick.

Joanna's temples pounded as she watched through the 
window. She pressed her body against the outside of 
the house, suddenly becoming aware that her nipples 
were rock-hard under her t-shirt, that her pussy was 
dripping juice into her panties. Oh, Jesus, she 
thought, I hope nobody looks out _their_ window and 
sees me looking into my own like some Peeping Tammy!

She glanced around. The nearby houses were all dark. 
Especially the Parsons'. She was most happy about 
that. The rain had begun to pick up a little 
intensity, spattering down in a heavier stream. Joanna 
was soaked to the skin, her hair hanging in soppy 
ringlets. Under her bare feet, the ground grew soft 
and squishy.

Chloë's mouth worked wetly on Dwayne's cock. She 
didn't suck him deeply, but she sucked him with 
passion, releasing him from her mouth every few moments 
so she could lick hungrily up and down his shaft. She 
nursed his balls, even put her finger back into the 
crack of his ass, jabbing at him while she tongued the 
big bulging cum vein.

"Ahhh," Dwayne growled, "you're one nasty little bitch 
tonight, Chloë -- you jealous because I fucked your big 
sister before you could get your licks in, this 
afternoon?"

So it had been Belinda's hair, wedged between Dwayne's 
teeth, then? Joanna had thought as much. But she was 
willing to bet he had a few of Chloë's hairs in his 
teeth, on his tongue, right now.

The little blonde slipped the knob of Dwayne's dick 
into her mouth, holding it tightly. She pressed the 
flats of her palms against his shaft, from either side, 
and started to work them up and down, stroking him off.

"Oh, you want some cum, huh, baby?" Dwayne said, 
caressing her head. "Well, I think we could manage 
that! Just suck me a little longer..."

Joanna pushed her tits against the shingles. Ohhhh! 
Her nipples were so hard they hurt! But the more she 
rubbed them on the wall, the less they seemed to hurt, 
the more excited they seemed to become. She couldn't 
deny it. She was getting really turned-on.

She cupped her tits, squeezing them. The nipples 
arched outward, punching the soaked fabric of her 
t-shirt. Even the damp cloth couldn't quell the heat 
that bubbled from within her boobs. She felt as if she 
were standing in a cloud of steam as the cool rain 
continued to fall upon her heated body.

This was what she'd done last night, she realized, only 
then she'd had the decency to do it inside, in private. 
She was about to jerk herself off, out here in her 
backyard. Even on a moonless, rainy night, it seemed a 
rather public thing to do, but she was too far gone to 
care.

Chloë's slim, glowing body caught Joanna's attention 
most of all. She'd always found Chloë adorable, like a 
frisky kitten, but now it was something more. Oh, no, 
she thought, is this happening again?

She wasn't a lesbian. She'd never been a lesbian. 
Sure, a couple of times she had -- but she wasn't a 
lesbian. Her eyes drank in the sleek, adolescent 
freshness of the nude, cocksucking Chloë. Her hands 
moved down her front, to her crotch. The rain, and the 
exudations of her cunt, had left her panties dripping 
wet. She stuck a hand into her pants, squeezed her 
quivering cunt, and licked her lips as she watched her 
neighbor's younger daughter in action on Dwayne. I'm 
not a lesbian, she reminded herself.

Chloë's gasp and gurgle were audible, as Dwayne's cum 
spilled across her tongue. She milked him rapidly with 
her hands, and she sucked the fluid from his spurting 
cock. It ran from her mouth, down the shaft, into the 
tangle of hairs at the base of his prick. She kept on 
sucking.

Lifting her face from his prick, she tightened a fist 
around him and moved it up the shaft, squeezing 
fiercely just below the knob, until another bubbling 
drop of jizz oozed from the slit. She licked it off 
him, and then she licked her cum-wet fingers, and then 
she cleaned his tool off with her tongue.

Dwayne stayed rock-hard while Chloë licked him. Nobody 
could go soft, with that frisky, energetic tongue 
tiptoeing all over his prick. Joanna's finger poked in 
and out of her pussy, and she was trying not to moan 
out loud.

Chloë stood up on the bed, momentarily facing the 
window. Joanna was sure the girl had seen her, but 
Chloë gave no sign, if that was the case. She stood 
there a moment, her petite body totally on display. 
She was like a flower just bursting into bloom at the 
outbreak of spring. Her cupcake tits sported stiff 
pink nipples, her darling face beamed with sexual 
hunger, and the sparsely-fringed pussy was split just 
enough for the interior pink to show through.

"Now we fuck," she announced, turning to the bed and 
squatting downward upon the prone, still rockhard 
upthrust of Dwayne Murphy's cock.

Her cunt opened as she spread herself. Joanna's heart 
jumped into her throat at the sight of Chloë's petaled 
pussy. It descended toward the upstanding lance of 
Dwayne's cock. When she got near enough, Chloë took it 
in hand and guided it to her crack. She closed her 
eyes, and she made a murmuring sound as she fed the 
prick into her tight teenaged hole.

"It's so bigggg..." she whimpered, as always, when the 
pointed snout of his tool slid between the snug lips of 
her snatch.

To Joanna, it looked like a salami being pushed into an 
engagement ring. But Chloë wanted it, and she took it, 
squeezing her cunt downward to gobble the hungry thrust 
of Dwayne's dick, and she kept moving downward until 
she was full of him. Her tits heaved, and her tummy 
sucked in, and she writhed atop the boy. She stroked 
his balls, squeezed them, frigging her clit at the same 
time. The kid was clearly having the time of her life.

She began to ride up and down on the cock, once she'd 
gotten used to the swollen presence within her 
supertight young hole. As she rode Dwayne, she moaned 
and purred and kept her hands busy, playing with 
everything that moved. Dwayne massaged her buttercup 
tits, her cherrypink nipples.

"Will you stick it up my ass, like you did Belinda???" 
Chloë panted, fucking him for dear life. "I really 
think I'd like to try that!"

"Not with Aunt Jo asleep on the other side of the 
bathroom, baby," Dwayne said. "But you just keep the 
K-Y handy. I'll do it to you one of these days."

"Ooohhh!!! I'll be counting the hours, Dwayne!" Chloë 
giggled. Joanna was as horrified as she was aroused, 
and that was considerable.

But the rain was heavier now, and she was drenched. 
She couldn't stay out here another moment. As much as 
she hated to leave, she would have to go inside and put 
on some dry nightclothes. And she wondered if Dwayne 
and Chloë would hear the soft buzz of her vibrator.

No, she decided, I'd better just use my fingers. Why 
not? They were already busy inside her panties, 
frigging her clit and fucking her wet hot pussy. She 
staggered through the wet grass, toward the back door, 
masturbating as she walked.

All she could see was the delicious delightful 
nakedness of young Chloë, all she could think about 
was, God, what a waste! Throwing that sweetness away 
on a cad like Dwayne!

Sure, her nephew was beautiful, but he was a bastard, 
too. Chloë deserved something better for her first 
love. She deserves -- me! Joanna thought wildly. Her 
middle finger shoved to the hilt up her cunt, she crept 
through the backdoor and tiptoed to her bedroom, 
closing the door as quietly as possible.

But she could still hear the moaning and the rocking of 
the bed, and she knew that Dwayne was fucking the 
living shit out of Chloë's cunt. I wish it was me, 
Joanna sighed to herself. God help me, I wish it was 
me on top of the lovely little bitch!!!

She stripped off her soaked sleep-T and panties, then 
tossed herself down onto the bed. She put the pillow 
between her legs and humped it, while she massaged and 
licked the ends of her tits. The sounds from Dwayne's 
room grew louder, as Chloë fucked nearer and nearer to 
an orgasm.

The noises were like a spur to Joanna's clit. She 
kicked the pillow from between her thighs and took her 
cunt in both hands, viciously peeling back the flaps 
and thrusting three fingers into her hot wet snatch. A 
low growl leaked from her lips and her bed began to 
shake and rock almost in rhythm to the bed rattles that 
came from the room down the hall. But she knew that 
Dwayne and Chloë were so wrapped up in themselves 
they'd never hear her noises, and, oh, God, she needed 
to get off!!!

"Yessss..." she hissed, the fingers up her cunt, the 
heel of her hand grinding against her throbbing clit. 
An orgasm began to rush down the tubes of her pussy. 
Her teeth chattered, her temples pounded, her body 
oozed cold sweat. She could hear the whimpering moans 
of Chloë's climax, happening at almost the same moment, 
and she threw herself even more madly into her come, 
pretending that she was sharing it with the darling 
little blonde from next door.

I've gotta be crazy, she thought, lying back, finally, 
drained. And I've gotta send that kid back to Pomeroy 
before he fucks up my entire life!!!


CHAPTER 8

What a fucking shitheap of a week! Belinda Parsons 
decided. But she was a brave, cheerful, positive girl, 
and she flashed her most dazzling smile at Chuck Woods, 
wishing to _fuck_ she had checked into the Cozy Rest 
Motel with Dwayne Murphy, instead.

On the other hand, she was definitely going to get 
screwed, and that was always something to look forward 
to. Chuck was already opening the pint of whiskey, 
getting ready to make a couple Seven-and-Sevens. As if 
Belinda needed to be juiced in order to get juicy!

Motels really weren't Belinda's thing, but they 
couldn't go to Chuck's and they couldn't go to her 
house either, and she absolutely refused to fuck in the 
back seat of Japanese cars since a near-accident in 
tenth grade. So Chuck, who was out of school and had a 
job, had sprung for a room here at the hot sheets. Not 
the first time, but she was still sorry she wasn't here 
with the guy from next door.

She was convinced, for one thing, that meeting Dwayne 
had been the catalyst that had changed her life 
forever. Unfortunately, other than that dynamite fuck 
in the living room of her house, she hadn't had much 
chance to try his rod on for size. And now, a week 
later, she was still thinking dreamily of the sweet hot 
fuck he'd thrown into her -- including that 
unprecedented ramrodding of her almost totally virgin 
asshole -- and she was wondering if Chuck was man 
enough to satisfy her newfound needs.

Not that Chuck was so bad. Like, she'd been going out 
with him for quite a while, and he was under the 
impression he was her steady. And he was a pretty good 
lay, when you got right down to it. But he wasn't 
Dwayne, goddamn it!

Belinda paraded around the room, conscious of Chuck's 
eyes upon her. Well, let him look. He was gonna get 
it, right? And he'd certainly had it before. She was 
strutting a little, but that was just the spike heels 
she wore. Chuck was 6'4", and she liked to be able to 
look him in the eye.

She was dressed for a date, with a tight black sheath 
dress, no sleeves, the hem striking her about a third 
of the way down her thighs. She'd found it in some of 
her mom's old clothes, a leftover from the early 60s, 
but it looked just great in '88, and especially on 
Belinda. The way Chuck was eyeing her, she was sure of 
it.

While he poured the drinks, Belinda took off the dress. 
If it looked good, what she wore under it was even more 
fine. Her bra and panties were black, dark against the 
sunkissed gold of her skin. Chuck liked garters and 
stockings, and she had worn a pair just for him. 
Curlicue applique ran down both sides of her hose, 
accentuating the length and sinuosity of her legs.

Chuck handed her a glass of Seven-and-Seven. She tipped 
it to his, and smiled alluringly over the rim. She 
could already see the bulge in his pants. He had a 
nice dick, but it wasn't like Dwayne's. At least, he 
didn't use it as well. But he could sure fuck up a 
cloud of smoke, and she figured she might as well make 
the most of him.

Chuck put down his glass and slipped his hands around 
Belinda. She sipped her drink while he began to feel 
her up. She enjoyed being felt up, as always.

His hands moved over her black, bra-covered tits. The 
bra wasn't _that_ much of a covering, and her nipples 
began to push out the centers of the black lacy cups. 
His fingers stroked them back and forth, feeling the 
ever-lengthening indentations as they got harder and 
harder.

His body brushed hers, and she could feel the bulge of 
cock in his pants. Until she'd met Dwayne Murphy, 
Chuck's cock had been plenty for Belinda, but now, even 
with its hardness rubbing against her, she felt a 
little disappointed. But not so disappointed that she 
didn't plan to fuck this dude's brains out.

He unsnapped her bra, and the cups fell away from her 
tits. He sighed, as he always did when the tits came 
into view, and his hands covered the bare, Jello-jiggly 
mounds. He squeezed down as if they belonged to him, 
personally. Belinda just closed her eyes and oozed her 
titties into his clutching fists. Her hand went down 
to stroke his full-grown bulge. Yeah, he was hard, all 
right!

She put her drink on the dresser table and gave him her 
full attention. She opened his shirt. His chest was 
broad and hairy. He'd been a football star in high 
school, though not good enough to merit a scholarship 
-- which explained why he was pumping gas at the 
Exxon, not pumping coeds at Ohio State.

But his body was still hard and primed. She loved to 
feel it. Pushing the shirt off his shoulders, she 
caressed his chest, his shoulders, his neck. The high 
heels put her in great shape to be kissed, and she 
opened her mouth to his questing tongue.

He manipulated her hard nipples, and she decided she 
wasn't all that turned off in any case. Her teats 
stiffened between his fingers, and he bent down to suck 
on them. "Oooohh, Chuckie," she giggled, feeding him a 
randy tit.

His other hand was between her legs, stroking the 
crinkly satin of her black panties. His finger pushed, 
stuffing itself and the wraparound panty fabric into 
Belinda's cunt. He couldn't move very deeply, but he 
moved in and out, and she wiggled and giggled and she 
spread her legs a little wider, deepening her pussy 
hole to his attack.

He fucked finger and panties into her hole, poking 
shallowly, and she bounced up and down in her spikey 
heels, feeding her cunt to his finger. She was already 
tugging down his zipper and reaching inside his pants 
to find that old familiar cock of Chuck's. Belinda had 
no idea how many times she had fucked it, sucked it, 
but she was pretty sure she was about to do it one more 
time.

He picked her up and carried her to the bed. She lay 
back, posing, while he stripped down. Too bad he'd had 
a car payment due this week, and not enough cash left 
over for a porno tape rental. They were extra here at 
Cozy Rest. But they could make their own live-action 
porno.

She watched his pants drop, saw his cock rise up, thick 
and hard. She touched her titties, pleasuring the 
already-rigid nipples with the tip of long red nails, 
and she wondered if Chuck had ever stuffed that tool up 
a girl's asshole. She wondered if his dick would feel 
as good up her asshole as Dwayne Murphy's had, a couple 
of days ago. She wondered if she was _ever_ gonna get 
the chance to slime Dwayne's tool with her mouth, ass 
or pussy again!

Chuck joined her on the bed, his big hairy body rubbing 
all over hers. He stuck his hand down the front of her 
panties and felt her pussy, leaking piss-warm juices 
already, and he cupped a fistful of that pussy and 
squeezed, as if he were wringing an orange. Belinda 
was turned on. When was she not turned on? But it had 
been soooo different with Dwayne. He'd spoiled her for 
other guys, she was sure.

Chuck buried his face between her boobs and blew on 
them, slobbering and nipping his way up from the pit of 
the cleavage to the tingly tips of the nipples. He 
opened his mouth wide and sucked a whole tit inside. 
He had a hell of a big mouth!

Belinda's 38-C vanished into his yawning maw and he 
sucked hard on it, putting a vacuum pressure on the 
throbbing nipple while his hand continued to slide 
through the soft hairs of her cunt, stroking the bubble 
of her clit and the drippy arousal of the slit.

Now his finger went inside her, for real this time, 
nothing to hold it back, and Belinda moaned from deep 
in her guts. He had a middle finger the size of some 
guys' cocks, and he used it like a dick inside her, 
probing, prodding, thrusting almost to the pit of her 
pussy.

It was the usual Saturday night at Cozy Rest, Belinda 
decided, rolling and rocking under Chuck's assault and 
listening to the noises that crept through the flimsy 
walls. Someone had sprung for a porn film, a room or 
two away; she could hear the cheap tinny generic music 
that always played on the soundtracks. And closer, 
probably two rooms down, somebody was getting one 
_hell_ of a fucking!

"Ohhhhhhhh..." A woman's voice, moaning like a banshee 
in heat, and tuned to the rhythmic rock of a bed. 
Belinda closed her eyes, drinking in the sound. It was 
a slow dreamy fuck, she could tell from the bedsounds, 
the woman's cries. As Chuck's finger stabbed in and 
out of her like an oil drill about to bring in a 
gusher, she listened to the noises of that other 
couple, envying them the rhythm and the pace of their 
sweet sex. Chuck wasn't bad, but sometimes he was in 
too damn much of a hurry.

But Belinda was in a little bit of a hurry herself. He 
was turning her on like crazy, and she found her snatch 
sucking thirstily at his finger, wishing his nail could 
spout a geyser of jizz into her creamy hole. She could 
use a hot squirt right now, just to cool her down a 
little!

She wriggled from beneath him, throwing herself forward 
upon his cock. She'd rather have been sucking on 
Dwayne's, and she'd hinted -- fuck, she'd come right 
out and asked him -- that she wanted to go out with him 
tonight, but he'd been busy.

Doing what, for shit's sake? Had he already found 
somebody else to fuck here in Albany? Was he finished 
with her after one goddamn screw? She couldn't imagine 
that was possible. She knew how good she was. A man 
could fuck her for an eternity and still want more. 
Chuck sure wasn't tired of it yet. She heard his groan 
of satisfaction as she began to lick his dick, and she 
smiled at the swollen knob where it protruded from his 
unclipped foreskin. Hiya, big boy, she told it with 
her eyes and her tongue.

She slipped her lips over his knob, sipping him in and 
out. The friction of her mouth and tongue made his rod 
grow harder, hotter. She could taste the excitement 
flowing through his meat, pre-cum oozing onto her 
tongue with each lustful swipe.

Lifting her head, she squeezed his knob from beneath, 
until the piss-slit winked open. She attacked it with 
her tongue, thrusting as if she meant to penetrate him. 
He yelped and grabbed her head, guiding her downward. 
"Oh, baby, your sucking's the greatest," he said 
hoarsely. Her tongue moved through the tiny slit like 
a saw blade, and his prick trembled inside her hand.

She licked downward, to his nuts, stroking the 
uppermost half of Chuck's dick. Her mouth opened wide 
to suck on his balls. She rocked his stones around 
with her tongue, and the power surged through his 
upstanding prick where her fist encircled it. She 
pushed the balls out of the way and licked his 
shithole, too, her tongue pointed and perky and 
passionate. Then it was back to his balls for a little 
more sucking, and at last her tongue walked back up 
Chuck's tool, making for the big purple knob.

His foreskin was peeled all the way down, the knob 
entirely exposed. It looked as big as a budded tomato, 
and almost as red. Belinda made her mouth a wet ripe 
oval and she slid it down over the end of Chuck's dick, 
pushing south until her lips were flush against his 
groin and the head of his prick was somewhere inside 
her right lung.

She moved up and down in a series of slow rises and 
falls, taking his cock down her throat to the nuts 
again and again. Guys were always impressed with that, 
especially guys who had dicks as big as Chuck, and 
Belinda loved to show off a little. But his tool was 
heating up like a stewpot on the boil, and even more 
than the showing off, she fucking loved the way his 
prick tasted!

She was on her hands and knees beside him, face angled 
down into his crotch, her ass pointing toward his head. 
He put his hand up her crotch once more, and he used 
his fingers like a drillbit in her dripping pussy. His 
thumb entered her cuntal mouth and he reamed her 
mercilessly, grinding his hand against her aroused 
clit, her tingling labes. One finger tickled the 
sensitized tightness of her asshole. He'd dated her 
before, and he knew she liked that, too. She kept on 
sucking, hungry for the squirt of his jizz.

Chuck explored the taut petals of Belinda's twat, 
scooping juices out of her wet hole and smearing them 
onto her antechambers. She got slicker and slicker. 
He pulled out his wet thumb and rubbed it on her tiny 
starfish asshole. Belinda murmured and purred and 
giggled around her total mouthful of his dick.

She almost bit his cock in two when he started to shove 
his thumb up her butt, though! It was a little further 
than he usually went, but he seemed to be a little more 
turned-on than normally, tonight, and that was fine 
with Belinda, who was about to burst from arousal.

Part of it was the feel of his throbbing cock stuffed 
to the gills in her throat. Part of it was the normal 
anticipation of getting fucked. Part of it _had_ to be 
the nonstop noises that came from the room down the 
row.

That woman must be getting the fuck of a lifetime, to 
judge from the way she was moaning and whining! Now 
and then her voice drifted higher, toward a softly 
sensuous scream. It made Belinda's clit tingle, just 
listening to her, and she was sure it was arousing 
Chuck as well.

And now it was Belinda's turn to scream, though she 
couldn't get out much sound with her mouth totally full 
of Chuck's dick. His thumb popped her assring, lubed 
by the juice it had squeezed out of her pussy, and he 
began to ream her butt.

She swayed tremulously, her mouth gone slack on Chuck's 
peter, and she absorbed the grinding rotation of his 
thumb as it opened her wide. Mmmm, she thought, I 
believe Chuck may get luckier than he ever dreamed 
possible...

But she could almost taste the passion surging in his 
rod, and each time she squeezed on his balls, a little 
squirt of jizz bubbled from the tip of Chuck's peter. 
He couldn't last two more minutes without shooting. It 
was no time to begin an assfuck that would be over 
before it ever got good.

She rocked back against his buttboning thumb. The heel 
of his hand pressed her dripping pussymouth, friction 
humming on her hard hot clit. She raised her face from 
his cock, just hanging onto it now, and she did the 
grind on Chuck's hand until her heart seemed to explode 
inside her. An orgasm exploded inside her pussy, 
transmitted itself somehow to her asshole as well!

"Gonna fuck you for a minute, now," she panted, popping 
her ass off his inserted thumb. She turned, straddled 
him, rammed her cunt down over the uplifted end of 
Chuck's prick. Her hole was open, wet, greasy -- 
fucking ready, man! She slammed downward, eating him 
to the balls in one gulp, and she leaned forward as her 
hips rose and fell.

She slapped him in the face with her big dangling tits. 
"Fuck me, oh, fuck me," she moaned, over and over.

He sucked on her jugs while he rammed cock up into her 
plunging hole. He was on a really short leash now, as 
anxious to squirt as she was to feel another come 
detonate inside her pussy. She just wanted to get this 
fuck out of the way so they could have another drink 
and get primed for the sweet tight surprise she had 
decided to give Chuckie baby. When she took it up the 
ass, she wanted it to last a _loooonng_ time!!!

The woman in heat, down the row, was apparently on fire 
now. Everybody in the fucking motel -- hell, everybody 
in Athens County! -- could probably hear her every 
gasp, every moan, every sigh. Belinda could almost 
hear the squish of the cock that plumbed her hole and 
brought the woman to this pinnacle of delight. Just 
listening to the sounds of another bitch in heat made 
Belinda herself that much more excited.

"Dwayne, oh, Jesus, you fuck me like a god!!!" the 
woman was squealing, the bed audibly rocking beneath 
her. Belinda's head jerked around. Dwayne? Oh, shit, 
there were probably a hundred thousand guys named 
Dwayne in Ohio, right? But how many of them could fuck 
women like a god? she couldn't help wondering.

Chuck bit into Belinda's nearest tit, and she turned 
her attention back to the job at hand. His dick felt 
the size of a watermelon inside her now, stretching the 
walls of her snatch almost to the breaking point. It 
was all she could do to keep her pussy sliding up and 
down.

He grabbed her by the ass and pulled her down, lunging 
up at the same moment to impale her totally on his 
bulging prick.  His face contorted in the moment of 
orgasm, and she felt the hot gushing discharge of his 
jizz, the milky cum squirting straight into her uterus.

Her cunt ground hard against his belly as it sucked his 
cock dry, and the pressure on Belinda's clitoris was 
enough to make her come again too, even more intense 
than the orgasm she'd felt when Chuckie reamed her 
pussy and asshole with his horny fingers. She squirmed 
down upon his tool, the slime oozing out of her 
dick-stretched sheath to clot in their entangled crotch 
hairs. 

And not far away, that other bitch was coming too.  
She screamed like a hyena in the rush of her climax, 
the sounds penetrating the room Belinda and Chuck 
shared. Her cries excited Belinda almost as much as 
her own sensations, and they intensified the orgasm 
that was racing through the ripe teenaged blonde. It 
was as if the two women were fucking the same dick, 
Belinda thought madly, collapsing atop Chuck, her pussy 
full of his thick squirted jizz.

She slid off him, the slime running out of her 
tingle-lipped hole and down her smooth gold thighs. 
She stroked herself, standing by the bed, and she 
licked the discharge off her fingers. Mixed with her 
own cum, it tasted even better than when she drank it 
straight from the squirting knob of his dick.

"Oh, shit," she said, turning, "the ice is all melted, 
and I need another drink in the worst way!" She 
slipped into her panties, pulled on Chuck's t-shirt, 
grabbed the styrofoam ice chest. The ice machine was 
outside, but she was dressed decently enough for the 
Cozy Rest.

"I'll be back in a sec," she promised Chuck, "and when 
I do, I'm gonna make your day, like, totally, dude!" 
She winked, and went out the door.


CHAPTER 9

All in all, it had been an okay week, Dwayne Murphy 
decided, while Thalia Parsons lay across him, her mouth 
full of his ripe hard cock, her jaws working 
frantically as she gulped his meat. Of course, he did 
feel a little weird about checking into a motel with a 
lady old enough to be his mother, but fuck, man, that 
was life!

Like, they couldn't fuck at Thalia's place because her 
kids were around and she didn't want them to know about 
her and Dwayne. He damn sure couldn't bring her over 
to Aunt Joanna's.

They could have parked in the woods, but the back seat 
on his Suzuki was a little small for making out. And 
anyway, it had been raining steadily since last night, 
so they needed to find someplace dry and comfortable. 
Besides, Thalia said she was much too old to get 
screwed in a parked car in any case -- even her own.

But she wasn't too old to get her buns fucked off, and 
she had pretty much insisted he do her tonight. Damn, 
and Belinda had been after him for a date, too! That 
was the big problem of fucking a mother and daughter 
when neither one knew you were screwing the other. You 
had to sneak around so much! Just like Robin and Mindy, 
he thought, while Thalia's tongue slithered wetly 
around the bloated knob of his cock. _Just_ like Mindy, 
he remembered with a smile.

So here they were at the Cozy Rest. Thalia said all 
the Mr and Mrs Smiths in Albany checked in here. It 
wasn't the Sheraton, but it had a bed, and it had a 
little privacy.

For a few bucks extra they could have had a fuck film 
on the tv, but who needed stimulation like that when 
you had Thalia? The bitch was on him as soon as the 
door closed behind them, climbing his body like an ivy 
vine and rubbing him up with every sweet hot thing she 
had!

While Thalia sucked his dick, Dwayne lay back, enjoying 
the shit out of it, and listening to the sounds that 
came from nearby rooms. Lot of fucking going on here 
tonight. He was happy to add his bit to the big 
picture.

She could suck the hair off a cock, Thalia could. She 
licked his sides, and her tongue had a slightly sandy 
feel to it, like a fine-grain file scraping across his 
flesh. It made his spine tingle and his skin crawl, 
just a little, and it kept his peter hard as a board.

She went down on his balls, and she even turned him 
over and licked his asshole, playing with his tool 
while she tongue-washed his butt. He liked the nasty 
feel of her tongue back there, and he told her so. She 
just sighed and sucked his ass a little more. He 
farted while she was rimming him, and she didn't even 
stop. He was starting to think the bitch was in love 
with him.

Christ knew she'd fucked him blind on the job! Every 
morning and every afternoon she'd sneak down for a 
quick one in the mail room or the basement xerox room 
or one of the storage closets. He'd had his tool in 
her mouth, her pussy, between her tits.

Once he'd jerked himself off in her armpit, while she 
flexed her thin but wiry arm around his thrusting tool, 
and then she'd taken his load all over her beaming 
face, lapping like a dog as the hot white milk gushed 
from his jerking cock. The gleam in her blue eyes as 
she allowed his jizz to splatter her had been enough to 
keep his cock hard and primed, and he'd fucked her 
again on the spot, banging her cunt until she moaned.

She hadn't let him fuck her up the ass yet, though 
she'd come closer and closer to it. He'd had his 
fingers in her shithole, and his tongue, and once in 
the mail room she'd flipped up her skirt, showing him 
she had no panties underneath, and allowed him to tease 
her tight and tiny butthole with the big swollen knob 
of his tool.

He could still feel the snug resistance of the 
minuscule opening -- so small it was hard to believe 
she used the thing to shit with, in fact! The hole had 
parted gingerly, allowing just the point of his cock to 
enter where his finger and tongue had already been. 
But the fact that she'd let him do that much was a 
goddamn good sign, wasn't it?

She was still a little coy about it, but he could sense 
her resistance dwindling, and he was determined to bone 
her shithole tonight or die trying. What better place 
to assfuck Thalia than here at the local hot sheets 
motel, anyway?

All things considered, Thalia was one hell of a piece. 
Sure, she was thirty-eight or forty, and she was small 
and kinda titless, but her petite body was toned and 
trim, and she had moves like a Swiss watch. Four 
years of widowhood had fine-tuned her desires, and now 
that she could work them all out with Dwayne, she was 
acting as if she'd never heard of the word "No".

When the heat was on her, Thalia was a wild athletic 
fuck, and Dwayne sometimes had trouble keeping up with 
her. She was as horny as Belinda, and as nasty as 
Chloë. It was happening all over again, just like with 
Robin and her mother Mindy, back home in Pomeroy. 
Dwayne really didn't mind. And he was sure Thalia 
liked it too.

Her tongue prodded into his shitter. She held the 
cheeks open and she made humming sounds as she licked 
his ass. This was the second or third time she'd done 
it to him, and she hadn't even needed to be asked, this 
time. She licked as if she loved the taste of his 
shit! Her tongue felt like a tiny wet turd trying to 
crawl back up into his lower intestine. He shoved his 
butt at her and she ate it up.

Well, Dwayne thought, I kinda know what Thalia's 
angling for tonight, and I think I may just give it to 
her!

He turned around, his dick sticking out almost a foot 
long. It whacked her in the face. She grabbed it with 
both hands, fed it into her mouth, downthroated him in 
a single gulp. Dwayne gasped and thrust, again and 
again, into her wet, dentate heat.

Her teeth clenched around his cock but he was so hard 
they didn't even hurt. He just fucked himself in and 
out of her, while she did her goddamnedest to suck him 
dry.

Dribbles of jizz squirted from his cock as she blew 
him, but he willed his balls to hold back, to save 
something for the real action. If he closed his eyes 
and imagined Aunt Jo's face, watching in horror as he 
fucked Thalia, he found that his balls relaxed to the 
proper degree. But Thalia's tongue reheated him, and 
the process began all over again.

Thalia could have taught both her daughters a lot about 
sucking peter, Dwayne decided. She could have taught 
them a little about being ladies, too. The girls were, 
after all, just a bit aggressive, especially Chloë.

But that was all a big part of their appeal, and he 
loved the tight fresh taste and feel of their bodies. 
Thalia's skin wasn't as taut, nor her cunt as snug. 
But mmm, could she ever fuck!!! And she looked like 
the very model of propriety most of the time, like a 
woman who didn't even know she had a pussy.

Her head rose and fell like a piston on his jutting 
prick. He kept fucking her throat, and she kept 
swallowing him with audible gulps and groans. The 
noises vibrated along his entire shaft, and his balls 
jingled in response. His arm lay on the curve of her 
ass, and he stroked her warm, livewire body while he 
fed her.

Dwayne moved his hand back, and into the crack of her 
ass. He stroked lightly, ticklishly, from the base of 
her spine to the starfish opening of her shitter, and 
he could feel the response being transmitted to his 
dick.

She worked her head from side to side, grinding her 
upper front teeth back and forth over his bloated cum 
vein. Little more of that and the bitch would have 
herself the mouthful she was obviously thirsting after! 
As it was, his dick gushed another little dribble of 
cum, splashing her tongue as it lapped him, and he saw 
her throat move as she gulped down the appetizer.

He got his fingers wet in her pussy, which was about as 
juicy as the Muskingum River, and he moved them in and 
out of her hole. He had thumb and forefinger up her. 
She was almost big enough that he could snap his 
fingers inside her twat, but the more he worked on her, 
the tighter, the cuntier, she seemed to become around 
him. He kept his fingers busy, priming that pussy for 
what he had in mind.

"I don't wanna come in your mouth, baby," he told her. 
"I wanna shoot my jizz all over that uterus! Why don't 
you bring that pussy up here and let me finish getting 
it ready for some fucking?"

"It's ready already," Thalia smirked, sounding more 
like a teenager herself than the mother of two 
highschoolers, but she was right there anyway, 
straddling his chest and bringing her snatch down to 
him. He got her by the asscheeks and shoved his face 
up into her pussypie, sniffing at the funky, hot aroma 
of her arousal.

She looked really sexy tonight, in a bra that was cut 
so low the pink tips of her nipples stuck out over the 
lacy top, and until he took them off, she'd been 
wearing a pair of panties that covered only her fluffy 
blonde bush. The back end was just a string that rode 
tautly between the firm cheeks of her ass. Looked like 
something she might have nicked out of Belinda's panty 
drawer, he thought, but it flattered the mom as well as 
it did the daughter.

She still had on a garter belt and blue textured nylons 
that had made Dwayne's cock harden at first sight. 
Borrowed from Belinda, Thalia explained. Dwayne 
reached up to stroke the garter belt, the straps that 
stretched over Thalia's hips. She scooted closer, 
pushing her cunt into his face. He opened his mouth 
and started to eat.

He didn't have to be asked twice to eat Thalia's 
snatch. It tasted fucking good, man! Robin's mom had 
had kind of a stale taste, until he began screwing her 
regularly. Thalia's cunt had a ripe musky flavor from 
the start, a little like anchovies but with a hint of 
honey. Dwayne spread the flaps and scratched the 
insides with his fingertips while his tongue began to 
explore the inner folds of the older woman's twat.

She moved forward, dominating him with her cunt. He 
was in the mood to be dominated. The funky miasma of 
her pussy enfolded his face like steam, and he let his 
tongue glide through her groove easily, almost 
casually. But each spot at which he lingered was 
guaranteed to make the bitch moan her guts out, and you 
bet your ass that's exactly what she did!

He sucked at her clit until it was as hard as it could 
be. The pearl-like button peeked from its little 
crevice, so big you had to wonder how it could have 
hidden away in that tiny nook. But here it was, and it 
glistened with his saliva. Each fresh lick made it 
wetter, and each kiss made it bigger. He took it 
between his lips and tapped it with his tongue, humming 
at the same time.

"Ohhhhhhh..." Thalia gasped, slamming snatch down into 
his mouth. He got his nose full of her hairs, but they 
tasted almost as good as her flesh.

He opened his mouth, covering her gash with it, and he 
sucked, pulling the inner labes to even longer 
protrusions. His tongue poked and prodded between them, 
into the heart of Thalia's shimmering damp cunt, and 
her moaning got more heartfelt, more intense.

"Eat my pussy, you horny son of a bitch," Thalia 
panted, pumping him with her snatch. He kept on 
sucking, his hands tight on her ass. The fingertips 
were in her crack, and he kept tickling her butthole 
while he gobbled her twat. He had something special in 
mind for her butthole, and he suspected she would like 
it too.

He rolled her off his face, so that she was on her 
back, her knees up. He moved into the spread of them, 
descending upon her cunt like the wolf upon the fold.

He peeled back the inner labes, which stuck out half an 
inch by now, and he bared the cherry-red interior of 
her cunt to his delighted eyes. His mouth moved down 
and his tongue strolled through her groove from clit to 
perineum.

With his shoulders against the backs of her thighs, he 
pushed, lifting her butt slightly upward and baring the 
taut wrinkle of her asshole. His tongue dropped down 
to visit her there, and she definitely enjoyed it.

"You nasty little bastard," she sighed soulfully, 
"you're licking me where I shit..."

He stuck a finger into his mouth, sucking it wet, then 
pushed it into her pussy. She would never again be as 
tight as Chloë, but she was snug with lust, and the 
mesh of her muscles made for a little resistance to the 
plunge of his finger. He persisted, and the finger 
sank into her, up to the knuckle. He rotated it, and 
Thalia screeched with delight.

"Yessssss!!!! Fuck my cunt with your motherfucking 
finger, babyyyyy!!!" She bounced beneath him, her 
snatch sheathing and unsheathing his stabbing digit, 
while his tongue kept on arousing her excited asshole.

The smell of her jizz was tangy in the air. She was 
coming her guts out while he diddled her. Good. The 
more she came, the better she fucked.

He gave her ass one more lick for good luck, and then 
he climbed up her body, mounting her where she lay 
writhing and moaning. He lifted his groin from atop 
her, and he straightened out his dick, ramming it 
straight into Thalia's twat.

The bulbous knob parted her gash lips and sank into 
her. She stiffened beneath him, gasping, "Ohhhh, 
Dwayne, fuck meeeee!!!" and her legs folded around his 
body as she held him in a pussy deathgrip.

He rose up, half-withdrawing his cock, then plunged 
home again, a savage fierce thrust that shook her like 
an earthquake beneath him. She closed her eyes, 
moaned, and climaxed again.

Dwayne pressed down with his prick, fully imbedding it 
in Thalia, and he held himself there, crammed to the 
nuts in her snatch. The gravy of her cunt flowed around 
his meat, and her vibrating cuntal walls lapped like a 
hundred thirsty mouths along the barrel of his shaft.

He began to fuck, finally, doing it slowly, carefully, 
the friction of his cock maintaining the simmery heat 
that bubbled within her cunt. His strokes were long, 
strong, deep, and slow, and he felt her responding 
tumultuously beneath him. She lifted her hips from the 
bed, levering herself with her legs around him.


Dwayne grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed and 
stuffed it under Thalia. His hands moved down to cup 
the cheeks of her ass. He held them possessively while 
he slicked his cock in and out of her juicing hole. 
She couldn't stop moaning. He felt like moaning, 
himself. The suction of her pussy on his peter was 
like, sooooo fine!!!

Again he caressed her asscrack, tickling her while he 
fucked her. She liked it as much as he did, and she 
giggled like one of her schoolgirl daughters. His 
finger sought her shitter, and her blue eyes opened 
wide.

"You're incorrigible," she whispered. "Absolutely 
incorrigible!"

His finger poked into her asshole, the muscles 
resisting for a moment and then surrendering. His 
finger went deep, and her eyes almost popped out of her 
skull. "Bastard!" she gasped. "Dirty asshole-fucking 
bastard!!!"

"Bet your ass I am," Dwayne whispered, "and after we 
finish this round, I'm _really_ gonna fuck your 
asshole, mama!"

The words seemed to drive her wild. She rocked 
frantically beneath him, using every muscle in her cunt 
to pressurize his peter. He got stiffer and bigger 
inside her, and her cunt seemed to contract to almost 
unbearable tightness.

He had to fight for every stroke, but he was young and 
tough, and for pussy like this, fighting was not too 
big a price to pay. He worked his hips, driving her 
with his dick, and his finger pushed deeper into her 
tight, greasy asshole.

"Oh, Dwayne, you fuck me like a god!!!" she screamed, 
bursting into yet another orgasmic explosion beneath 
him.

It wasn't the first time a woman had told him that; he 
doubted it would be the last. But it was always good 
to hear, and the words made his dick get bigger and 
bigger inside her.

He leaned down, licking her hard-nippled tits where the 
pink buds extended over the lacy top of her bra. She 
moaned again, and he started to suck her tits, milking 
at the nipples as if he expected them to squirt his 
mouth full of homogenized. His prick sawed more 
furiously into her cunt, and his finger continued to 
ream her asshole. She was coming like a bitch, and his 
balls were about to pop, too.

Suddenly he jerked his cock out of her and aimed it at 
her face. "Ohhhhhh, Dwayne..." she sobbed as his jizz 
splattered her. He'd intended to come in her cunt, but 
he had felt the sudden need to see her face slimy with 
his sperm, one more time!

She basked in his cum-spray, hand massaging the sticky 
scum into her face, her tits. Her other hand seized 
his dick, finished the job of draining him. She lapped 
the jizz off his peter and sucked at the knob, thirsty 
for more. She didn't look like anyone's mother, 
blowing his sticky tool.

He collapsed beside her, panting. His dick would not 
go soft, and he knew he would fuck her again, but he 
needed a moment to catch his breath.

"God, I need a drink," she sighed, running a hand over 
his broad smooth chest. She tweaked a nipple, leaned 
down to kiss it.

She'd insisted on bringing a fifth of Scotch, and she'd 
been cutesy-indecisive about letting Dwayne have a sip, 
since he was under twenty-one. Like, it was okay to 
suck his dick but not to give him alcohol?

Dwayne slid off the bed. "No ice," he told her. She 
smiled, and she looked _exactly_ like somebody's 
mother, assigning a chore to a reluctant kid. "Okay," 
Dwayne said, picking up his pants. "I'll go get some 
more fucking ice, Thalia. But when I get back, you 
better watch your ass, baby -- and I mean that 
literally!"

He zipped up, not bothering with a shirt, and he went 
to the door, barefooted. The motel furnished these 
cheap styrofoam ice buckets. Even with the 
airconditioning on, the ice melted in record time. But 
refills were free, at the chest outside.

Dwayne opened the door and went out -- damn, it was 
still raining like a son of a bitch. He pattered down 
the walkway in his bare feet.

Someone was already at the ice cooler. From the back 
she looked good. It was a tousle-haired blonde, 
wearing a guy's shirt and black stockings with 
curlicues appliqued up the sides. He could see the 
garter straps coming down from under the tail of the 
shirt. He supposed she was wearing panties, but he 
couldn't really tell. She had a fine, fine ass, and 
that was for sure.

She started to close the lid, and he called, "Don't 
bother, I need some ice, too."

She turned, and he nearly shit. "Dwayne!" she said, in 
a shocked voice.

Oh, fuck, it was Belinda! What the hell was she doing 
here? He searched his mind for excuses, alibis, but it 
was no go. His brain was totally numb at the shock of 
the encounter and his wit had momentarily deserted him.

Belinda couldn't believe what she saw when she turned 
around. She dropped her styrofoam ice bucket and the 
cubes hit the pavement. "You bastard!" she said. "You 
couldn't go out with me but you're here at the Cozy 
Rest! What did you do, run into some slut who fucks 
better than I do???"

Her voice was loud and accusatory. Dwayne blushed. He 
couldn't remember ever having blushed before, in his 
whole life. But he was a little embarrassed right now, 
and he thought he had the right to be. How would he 
ever explain to Belinda that he was fucking her mother 
in the next room up the row?

"You son of a bitch," she went on, picking up some of 
the spilled ice cubes and throwing them at him. "You 
no-good son of a bitch!"

And at that moment the door behind Dwayne opened. With 
his shirt wrapped around her shoulders, Thalia Parsons 
leaned out of the doorway and said, "You better hurry 
up, stud! As soon as I get that drink, I'm going to 
blow your dick hard and let you stick it straight up 
my -- Belinda!!!!"

"Mom????" the teenaged blonde gasped in reply. She 
stared at the open shirt, through which one of her 
mother's small firm tits protruded, its pink nipple 
stiff and perky. And then both of the Parsons women 
turned to Dwayne.

"Surprise, surprise," he shrugged.

The shit has hit the fan, he thought. Let's see how 
bad it stinks.


CHAPTER 10

Joanna Murphy lay in bed, listening to the rain 
outside. It had been raining steadily for almost 
twenty-four hours.

Normally the sound of rain left Joanna in a mellow, 
laid-back mood. Not tonight. She was still thinking 
about what she had seen the other night, in Dwayne's 
bedroom. Her nephew, fucking little Chloë Parsons from 
next door.

She could hardly believe it, though her eyes had seen 
it all. And as she lay in the darkness, she found her 
mind reluctantly summoning up the image of Chloë, 
naked, seductive, filled with a lust that was far 
beyond her tender years. God, she thought, I'm old 
enough to be her mother! And her mother is my best 
friend!

But the sparkle in the girl's blue eyes, the quavery 
jiggle of her tiny tits, the excitement with which 
she'd forcefed her pussy to Dwayne's big hard cock -- 
the images simply would not go away! And the more she 
thought about them, the more vivid they became to 
Joanna Murphy.

She turned over and curled up into a foetal ball, but 
she could not find the relief she sought in sleep. Her 
hand began to creep into the space between her legs, 
stroking her cunt from beneath as she huddled with 
knees up. Just as she'd done the other night -- just 
as she'd done a couple of times a day ever since.

At least she had the grace to blush as her pussy 
unfolded like a rose before the caress of her fingers, 
as her clit began to bud and grow under the 
stimulation. There was a burgeoning warmth deep inside 
her pussy and she knew she was going to jerk off one 
more time, remembering what she had seen.

She straightened out, pulling her sleep-T up with one 
hand, running the other across her aching tits. Joanna 
could hardly believe the feelings inside her. As a 
young girl, she'd had strange attractions and 
sensations, which she had carefully repressed because 
they seemed so nasty. As a mature woman, she'd lived 
out her fantasies a time or three, never 
satisfactorily, but never any less satisfactory than 
her relationships with men.

She was a dud at sex, except when it came to jerking 
off, she thought bitterly, and now she was fantasizing 
about a young girl who would probably be horrified at 
the very idea of touching another female body. She 
felt like a pervert, but she was unbearably aroused.

"Damn it, I'm alone in the house, finally!" she said. 
"I can do whatever the fuck I want!" She reached into 
the nightstand's lowest drawer and came out with her 
vibrator. A test showed that the batteries were in 
fine shape. She slid her panties down. With Dwayne 
around, she hadn't been able to make much use of her 
comforting toy, but she'd make up for it tonight!

Joanna stroked her bared nipples with the buzzing 
vibrator, watching them erect in quivery spurts and 
shudders. Her hand was down between her legs, pawing 
through the bearded bun of her cunt. The inner labes 
were itchy with lust, and she stroked them repeatedly 
while she teased her tits with the vibrator. Slowly 
she began to move the sex toy down her stomach, toward 
the upper edge of her pussy bush.

She knew she wasn't a beauty. Her face was only 
passable, her body just so-so. She wasn't overweight 
or rail-skinny, but she would never stand out in a 
crowd. The dildo made her feel very very special, 
though, and she glowed in her building arousal.

Her clit was hard, tingly-tipped, and she attacked it 
with the vibrator, stroking in short kamikaze passes. 
The clitoris kept on hardening, and a milky ooze formed 
just within the scarlet trench of her cunt. She spread 
the labes, baring her wettening twat to the night air, 
and she grazed her gash with the buzzing head of the 
vibrator.

"Ahhh," she purred, writhing as the feelings got better 
and better. The dildo stayed busy, her cunt opening to 
expose more and more of itself to the vibration of the 
plastic prick. It did a better job for her than any 
flesh-and-meat prick she'd ever fucked, and that was 
for damn sure.

"Fuck me," she panted, "fuck me like Dwayne fucked that 
darling little Chloë!!!" She straightened the 
vibrator, its point already snagged within the loose 
moist mouth of her snatch, and she gave it a vicious 
shove, burying three inches of the whirring machine up 
her aroused pussy. A soft moan dribbled from her lips, 
a moan as liquid as her cunt. The buzz trembled 
through her cunt. She pushed the object deeper, then 
pulled it out, cunt-sopping, and used it on her clit 
once more.

She sat up, rising onto her knees, and she fucked 
herself from behind, reaching over her ass to guide the 
vibrator in and out of her pussy from a new angle. She 
gave herself a dozen fast, furious strokes, then 
withdrew it again, bringing the point to bear against 
her constricted asshole.

Sometimes she liked to stick fingers up her butt while 
she played with herself. A time or two she'd even 
stuck the vibrator up her shithole. She worked her 
tight anal opening, undecided how far to go. The 
constant whir of the full-power machine was a goddamn 
persuasive argument for some asshole masturbation!

As she continued to tickle her ass, she reached beneath 
herself and stuck a couple of fingers into her pussy. 
She didn't have to worry about Dwayne hearing the sound 
of her vibrator. She didn't have to worry about him 
hearing the sound of her whimpering sexual moans. It 
was a great night for fucking! Even for fucking 
herself!

She decided that her cunt needed more attention than 
her butt, and she stuffed the vibrator back into her 
hole. It fucked better than any man she'd ever been 
with, and she never failed to come when she was riding 
her faithful friend. She couldn't have -- could 
_never_ have Chloë Parsons, but she could fuck the zing 
out of the Duracells in her vibrator!

She turned, abruptly, her ears perking. What the hell 
was that noise???  She switched off the vibrator, 
pulled up her panties, while her ears searched the air 
for clues. Oh, God, there it was again! She shoved 
the vibrator under the pillow and sat trembling in the 
dark, terrified. But she had to do something.

Joanna got out of bed, her heart in her throat. She 
had distinctly heard the sounds of someone trying to 
jimmy open a window. And then a loud thumping sound. A 
burglar? In Albany? Jesus!

"Ohhhh..." A soft whimper of hurt.

The sound came from outside. She could hear it most 
clearly from the kitchen, despite the steady downpour 
of the rain. Joanna took a deep breath and opened the 
kitchen door, then went out onto the porch, a 
flashlight in her hand.

The backyard was mostly mud. She stepped into it with 
bare feet, grimacing. Turning the corner of the house, 
she stopped short. Chloë Parsons was lying on the 
ground, just below Dwayne's window. The girl looked up 
as the light caught her. "I, uh," she started to say, 
but then her eyes dropped and she looked very very 
embarrassed.

Joanna took her into the house. The girl was mud from 
neck to ankles. She had obviously taken a hard fall, 
and she walked with a ginger step, rubbing at her cute 
little butt as if it hurt.

"I was, uh, well, uh..." Chloë stammered, avoiding 
Joanna's eyes.

"You were trying to get into Dwayne's room, weren't 
you?" Joanna challenged. "And you fell down." Chloë 
blushed and nodded. Joanna sighed. "Okay. Let's see 
how badly you might be hurt. And we'll try to get you 
cleaned up."

***

Chloë was wearing shorts and a thin top which clung to 
her apple-sized tits, accentuated the pointiness of the 
nipples. Joanna tried her goddamnedest not to look, but 
it was impossible. The rain had soaked Chloë's 
clothing, and it was almost glued to her lithe young 
body.

"Are you hurt?" Joanna asked. "Should we maybe call 
the emergency squad?"

Chloë shook her head. "I just bumped my ass, honest, 
Jo! My foot slipped." She was sitting on the toilet, 
while Joanna dabbed at the scratch on one thigh. The 
crotch of her skimpy shorts had risen high into her 
crack. Joanna glanced up and saw the thin tufts of 
Chloë's pussyhair showing -- even the edges of her 
plump little cunt.

Joanna sighed again. "I know what you were up to," she 
said. "I saw you the other night." Chloë looked up, 
her blue eyes big, her jaw slightly dropped. She had 
perfect teeth. The pointed tip of her tongue showed 
between them. Her lips were soft and moist, and Joanna 
had to turn away lest she betray herself.

The tub was almost full. "Okay," Joanna said, "let's 
get you cleaned up now so we can tell if there's any 
damage."

She knew there was no one home next door. She'd seen 
Belinda going out, earlier in the evening, and Thalia 
was out as well. And for that matter, Chloë's 
window-climbing venture had been a waste of time, since 
Dwayne also wasn't home, in any event. So it was 
incumbent upon Joanna to see to the girl's first-aid, 
and it seemed essential to get her out of those muddy 
clothes and find out if she had sustained any serious 
injuries in her fall.

"Come on, get your clothes off and into the tub," 
Joanna commanded, helping Chloë up. The girl took off 
her top, her shorts. She had nothing underneath. 
Obviously she'd been expecting some action in Dwayne's 
bedroom.

Closeup, her body was golden and sylphlike. Her small 
tits were capped in pointy pink nipples, her pussy was 
thatched in a soft furze of dirty-blonde hair, her 
crack plainly visible amid the pale, sparse curls.

Joanna felt the most horrible need to reach out and 
touch the girl from next door. She wanted to crush 
that soft sweet tender body against her own, drown 
Chloë's mouth in a hot kiss, enfold the girl with the 
heat of her own tits. Again and again she tried to 
tell herself that it was crazy, that Chloë would be 
horrified, traumatized for life, perhaps. She felt 
like a pervert.

Chloë stepped into the tub, momentarily exposing her 
pussy crack. The inner pink glistened, and Joanna's 
heart leaped into her mouth. Chloë sank down into the 
tub, sighing. "Mmmm, that feels real good," she 
purred.

She came back out, and Joanna was ready with a towel. 
As noncommitally as possible, she patted the girl dry, 
then turned her around. No bruises. The lithe young 
body looked perfect.

Chloë sat down on the john. "I'm really sorry to be so 
much trouble, Joanna."

The older woman turned away. Her fingers were itching, 
and her tongue was bone dry. "Chloë," she asked, 
turning again, "how do you think of me?"

Chloë giggled. "Well, you're my mom's best friend, and 
about her age, so I guess I think of you sort of like 
my aunt." Joanna's heart turned to lead. The girl 
stood up. "But on the other hand," she said, "I can 
see that your nipples are big and hard under your 
shirt, and everytime you think I'm not looking, you 
sneak a peek at my pussy." She giggled again, seeing 
her words strike home like arrows. Joanna's face was 
flushed, her lower lip quivering uncontrollably.

Chloë added, "And even if you really were my aunt, Jo, 
if you wanted to, I'd probably let you do _everything_ 
I already let my sister do to me..." She went to 
Joanna, her arms open, her young tits lifted high and 
proud and perky, her smile an irresistible invitation.

***

"I'm not a lesbian," Joanna Murphy insisted, her mouth 
exploring up and down Chloë's body. "I'm really not a 
lesbian."

"Coulda fooled me," Chloë giggled. She fed one of her 
tits into Joanna's lips, sighing as they took hold of 
the nipple and began to suck. Joanna's hand was down 
between Chloë's legs, stroking the soft pussy bun. 
From between the tight lips, moisture was already 
beginning to seep outward.

Chloë was a little surprised, but not displeased, that 
Joanna had come on to her. It was a _lot_ different 
from doing it with Belinda.

But her sister tended to be kinda bitchy, and she only 
wanted to do it when she was horny or trying to get 
something out of Chloë. Joanna was just the opposite. 
She made love to the young girl, anxious to give her 
pleasure. And Chloë was getting a hell of a lot of it! 
She moved her hands up and down Joanna, discovering
the tactile delights of the older woman's body.

Naked, Joanna wasn't bad-looking. She wasn't 
especially pretty, but she had nice tits, with enormous 
brown nipples whose points were as thick as Chloë's 
thumb. It was a real hoot to roll the nips between her 
fingers, to milk them like a cow's teats, and to feel 
them stiffening with more and more arousal, need, 
hunger.

The titflesh was soft and spongy, and Chloë's fingers 
sank into it as if she were squeezing on a feather 
pillow. She bounced the tits, loving the shuddery 
ripples that ran through them. And then her hands 
moved downward, into the hairy patch at Joanna's 
crotch. The fur was dark and thick, and the pussy lips 
were full and prominent beneath it. Chloë's finger 
traced the gash, poking in and out of it, feeling the 
steamy heat that was coming out of her neighbor's twat.

Joanna moved around so Chloë could get deeper into her 
cunt. She moaned around the tit she was eating, as the 
finger suddenly plunged like a miniature cock into the 
depths of her hole. Chloë giggled and fucked in and 
out of Joanna. She responded just like Belinda, the 
younger girl decided. Shit, making it with girls was a 
cinch! And Chloë already knew how much fun it could 
be.

"Let's suck each other," Chloë suggested. "Belinda and 
I do that all the time! I'm the littlest, so I should 
be on top."

And with that, the tiny teenager mounted Joanna, 
wiggling down into position. She presented her cunt to 
the older woman with no false modesty, no teasing 
preliminaries. Like, if she couldn't get a piece of 
Dwayne's dick tonight, she didn't have to go home with 
an unfulfilled clit, right? Joanna seemed more than 
willing to do the honors!

Chloë sighed as Joanna opened her and started to suck, 
lick, and kiss her snatch. She wondered how many times 
the other woman had actually done it. Joanna wasn't a 
habitual pussy eater, definitely -- she was a little 
awkward and tentative -- but she was plenty eager, and 
her tongue entered the tight tiny pussy pocket, 
slurping sticky juices from the fibrous mouth. She 
knew where the clitoris was, and she knew what it was 
for, too!

Joanna drank in the smell, the taste, of Chloë's pussy. 
Maybe, she thought, maybe I really am a lesbian. She'd 
never had any luck at all with men. But it tasted like 
her luck was on the verge of changing, for sure!

Chloë rocked atop Joanna for a long moment, relishing 
the way the older woman ate her. With a little 
practice, Joanna could be one hell of a blowjob, the 
teen decided. Her tongue got more and more wicked, the 
more it lapped, and Chloë's cunt began to drool 
honeycum into Joanna's mouth. She could smell the 
arousal in her new lover's twat, and she began to feel 
a little hungry herself.

She licked delicately, up and down the gash. She got 
some hair on her tongue but she didn't really mind. 
Joanna really oughta trim her bush a little. Maybe 
Chloë would do that for her, later. For now, though, 
she just spread the furry flaps, exposing the 
sweetmeats inside, and she dipped her tongue down into 
it, siphoning the juices from up the tube. The deeper 
she slipped her tongue, the wetter and sweeter Joanna 
tasted.

Damn, Chloë thought, I shoulda gotten into this a 
_long_ time ago! We coulda been having a lot of fun!

Joanna couldn't keep her tongue off Chloë's cute little 
clit. It was tiny and pinkish, and it kept peeking out 
of its hideyhole like a turtle, nosing cautiously out 
of its shell. Her tongue sloshed it each time the 
button emerged, and it seemed to take heart from the 
licking. It grew, though it remained tiny -- the size 
of a perfectly made baby pea -- and Joanna could feel 
the heat, the excitement of it beneath her tongue. She 
pushed her face in closer and pressed a longing kiss 
onto Chloë's clitoris, her lips reluctant to let go.

Chloë, meanwhile, was just sticking one of her fingers 
into Joanna. Her pussy was tighter than Belinda's, the 
younger girl was delighted to find, and she had to 
struggle to get inside it. But when she did, she felt 
Joanna convulse beneath her. She poked her finger in 
and out, using her own lips on Joanna's clit, paying 
the older woman back suck for suck, lick for lick.

Beneath her, Joanna was rocking up and down, shoving 
herself up at Chloë, and the little blonde teen could 
smell orgasm on the way.

She wasn't doing badly herself. She swished her pussy 
back and forth over Joanna's face, and she squeezed in 
with her thighs, momentarily entombing the woman in her 
steamy teen cunt. The mouth was glued to her pussy. A 
river of juice ran from her snatch into Joanna's 
sucking lips. She bounced her snatch up and down, and 
an excited, quivery orgasm shot through her cunt while 
Chloë lifted her head and howled, her finger stuffed to 
the knuckle up the pussy of Dwayne's aunt.

They slid apart, their bodies dripping sweat, radiating 
heat, both of them panting like dogs. Chloë grabbed 
the pillow and hugged it to her tingly little tits, and 
as she did, she saw the vibrator Joanna had stuffed 
there when she was interrupted.

"Oh, naughty, naughty!" she giggled, picking it up. 
"You been using this on yourself? Mmm, Jo, who needs 
toys when you could have had me???"

She sniffed the vibrator, and her blue eyes sparkled 
mischievously. "You've definitely been using this on 
yourself," she went on. "I can smell your pussyjuice on 
it. Oh, yes," and she let her tongue glide along the 
shaft, "I can _taste_ your pussyjuice on it too, 
Joanna!"

She fed the vibrator in and out of her mouth, sucking 
it just like a cock. Joanna's head swam. Chloë was 
incredibly sexy-looking, with those eyes that could 
drift from bland innocence to total awareness with just 
a flutter of the lashes.

The older woman reached out for the young girl, who 
came giggling into her arms. As their bodies 
contacted, Chloë flipped on the vibrator and rubbed it 
across Joanna's heaving tits.

"Can we fuck each other with this thing, Aunt Jo?" she 
asked, her voice as innocent as her eyes were not. 
"Maybe in the pussy? And maybe -- " her eyes sparkled 
lasciviously "-- maybe in the ass, too, if we wanted to 
be really naughty???"

"Yes," Joanna whispered, "yes, honey, I think we 
can..."

She took the dildo from Chloë's hand and she began to 
caress the overheated young girl with it. Chloë purred 
as her firm little tits were teased to total nipple 
erections. "You said you'd fuck me," she pointed out, 
reaching down to spread her pussy.

Joanna, a slave to fate, slid the buzzing tip down the 
flat tummy of her giggling young lover and she moved 
the point into the exposed pink trench, guiding it 
between the fingers that opened the hole. "Oooohhh, it 
tickles!!!!" Chloë squealed. "Now stick it in! Fuck 
me like Dwayne fucks me, Joanna! Fuck me like a 
god!!!"

Joanna closed her eyes and shoved, ramming the dildo 
into the young girl's bubbling hole. "And then you'll 
do me?" she whispered, but Chloë was too busy coming to 
answer. Joanna fed a tit into the girl's whimpering 
mouth and she felt the firm knowing suction. She could 
never face Thalia Parsons again, but she would have 
enough memories to last the rest of her life.


CHAPTER 11

"Mom! You cunt!" Belinda shrieked. "You're fucking 
Dwayne???"

"You slut!" her mother replied. "What are you doing at 
this cheap sleazy motel yourself, bitch?"

"Get inside," Dwayne said, grabbing Belinda's arm and 
hustling her into the room. "No sense giving the whole 
town a free show."

Inside, the two women glared at each other. "I can't 
believe this," Belinda said. "My own mother, fucking 
my boyfriend..."

"My daughter, slutting out at a hot sheets motel... 
And what do you mean, _your_ boyfriend, anyway?"

"Oh, fuck," Dwayne said, unzipping his pants. The two 
women turned immediately at the sound. "This," he 
said, hauling out his dick, "is what's got your 
snatches in an uproar. So what's the fucking 
problem???"

It was essentially the same speech he'd made to Robin 
when she found out about him and her mother Mindy, and 
he figured what the hell? It had worked once, right?

And it worked again. Just like before.

***

Dwayne lay on the bed, with Belinda on one side, her 
mom on the other. His pants were off, and both of them 
were stripped down to their garters and stockings. He 
had a hand on each ass, and he turned from side to 
side, sharing a knock'em dead smile and a 
tongue-swapping kiss with each woman in turn.

A stiff dick did wonders for relieving hostility, and 
their hands were all over his. And it was stiff. You 
bet your ass it was stiff! Belinda's hand was cuddling 
his balls, while her mother stroked her fist up and 
down the throbbing shaft.

"This is insane," Thalia Parsons was saying, between 
licks at Dwayne's mouth. "I cannot possibly be sharing 
you with my daughter."

"Daughters," Belinda corrected with a smirk. "He got 
into Chloë's pants even before he fucked me and you. 
The little whore just saw him and grabbed him."

Thalia's jaw dropped. She knew Belinda was fucking, 
but Chloë, too? That was a shock. On the other hand, 
she wondered if it was possible for _any_ woman to 
resist a guy like Dwayne. She certainly hadn't been 
able to, and she was long past the age for schoolgirl 
infatuations. But Chloë???

"You bastard," she told Dwayne. "You fucked both of my 
little girls? And then you fucked me, too? You're 
scum. And if you weren't such a fantastic screw, I'd 
turn you in to the police!"

"Shut up and suck me," Dwayne commanded. It was time 
to show these bitches who was really in charge, right? 
He pushed Thalia's head down until she was staring his 
one-eyed wonder worm eye to eye. She looked at it for 
a long moment, then opened her mouth and fed it inside. 
Dwayne gave a contented grunt as his tool vanished into 
Thalia.

Belinda shook her head. "Jesus," she said, watching 
her mom suck dick. The worst of it was, Mom wasn't all 
that bad. Dwayne's tool vanished into her mouth, 
thrusting deeply, and Thalia sucked it with a voracious 
passion. She made gagging sounds as she ate, but she 
took him to the hilt again and again. Belinda's throat 
began to ache a little, just watching.

Dwayne leaned down and licked at her hard-pointed tits. 
He teased the pink buds with his tongue, then sucked 
them into his mouth, lips stretching widely as he 
ingested more and more of Belinda's jiggly 38-C.

She pressed her chest against his face, guiding his 
hand down to her cunt. His finger entered her hole and 
started to ream out the wet tightness, and she squeezed 
with her thighs, milking his finger as if it were a 
cock about to gush her with squirting jizz. And she 
watched her mother eat peter, envy starting to simmer 
right behind the tits Dwayne was suckling.

Thalia came up for air, drool running out of her mouth. 
Dwayne's rod was slimy with her slobber. She slid her 
hand up and down, massaging the spit back into his 
pecker flesh. Belinda pushed her mom's hand away and 
took the prick into her own fist. "Now I'll show you 
how it's really done," she sneered, twisting around to 
get within sucking distance.

Belinda took a lot of pride in her blowjobs. She gave 
Dwayne the full treatment. First she licked her 
mother's drool off him, replacing it with her own hot 
saliva. She lapped every inch of his exposed cock, 
from the knob straight down the nine-inch shaft to the 
bloated balls. Opening wide, she sucked on them too, 
while her finger played between his asscheeks, tickling 
his shithole the way she knew he liked.

Glancing up from his balls, she saw that Thalia was 
once again lipping Dwayne's knob. "Cool it, bitch," 
she growled. "It's my turn now." Her mouth moved 
upward, but Thalia did not let go. Belinda tongued the 
hard shaft, climbing north, and when she got to the 
tip, it was still in her mom's mouth.

She started to kiss around Thalia's lips, attacking 
everything else she could reach. In the process, her 
mouth touched her mother's. She saw her mom's eyes 
open wide at the contact, and then Belinda was staring 
into her mother's eyes and it was like hearing the 
Beastie Boys for the first time. Her eyebrows lifted, 
and so did Thalia's, and the older woman slowly raised 
her mouth from Dwayne's dick.

Her lips were still wet, still parted, the tip of her 
tongue showing between them. Belinda took the knob of 
the cock in hand and she leaned toward her mother. Her 
eyes closed dreamily as their mouths touched, and then 
they were kissing hotly, passionately, the same way 
Chloë loved to be kissed by her big sister.

Open mouth pressed against open mouth. Tongue met 
tongue. Drool flowed from mother to daughter and back 
again. Their hands dueled along the throbbing length 
of Dwayne's rod, but they were no longer rivals. 
They'd discovered something that was almost as nice as 
what they were getting from the visitor next door! 
Jesus!

Dwayne leaned back, smiling as he watched. _Just_ like 
Robin and her mom, he thought. Turned on to each other 
as well as to him. And Christ, did it make his dick 
tingle to watch a couple of women French kissing!

He took a tit in each hand, one of Belinda's, one of 
Thalia's, and he pinched the hardened nipples. 
"Remember me?" he called.

They broke off their kiss, turned blushing toward him. 
They wouldn't be blushing after he'd put them through a 
few more of their paces. Glowing, maybe, but not 
blushing.

He touched the hands that held his cock. "I think I 
want to fuck," he announced. "Who's gonna be first?"

"Age before beauty," Belinda giggled. "I wanna watch 
you screw my mom!"

Thalia gave her daughter the finger, but she was 
beaming as she spread 'em, and Dwayne climbed aboard. 
Belinda reached in between their bodies and guided the 
cock into her mother's hole. She wrapped her arms 
around Dwayne, shoving her tits into his side, and as 
he thrust home, he was positive that Belinda's jerk of 
reaction was even more vibrant than Thalia's.

His prick shoved deep into Thalia, and she lifted her 
feet high into the air, kicking hard. "Oh, fuck me, 
baby," she gasped, "fuck me while my little girl 
watches!"

Belinda wasn't nearly a little girl, Dwayne thought -- 
not at five-eight and 38-C -- but she was giggling like 
a child. "Fuck my mom," she encouraged. "Give her 
what you've been giving me!"

She throbbed with each thrust, her hands, her mouth, 
her tits all over Dwayne's body. She reached down his 
back, grabbing his balls from the rear, and she 
wrenched them encouragingly as he screwed her mother's 
cunt. "But you goddamn well better save something for 
me," she whispered into his ear, underlining it with 
her tongue.

As he fucked Thalia, her daughter slid around behind 
Dwayne. She kissed his shoulders, his neck. Her hands 
caressed his body, reaching down from time to time to 
cop a feel of her mother as well. She mounted him from 
the rear and humped her cunt against his ass while he 
drove dick into her mom's pussy. He could hear her 
panting, feel her saliva dripping onto his back.

She moved downward, kissing her way down his spine. 
Her mouth worshiped his asscheeks, biting, kissing, 
chewing, licking. She spread his buttocks and attacked 
his shitter with her lips and tongue. It made him 
plunge harder, deeper, into Thalia, especially when 
Belinda stretched him wide open and tried to fuck his 
asshole with her nasty, aroused tongue.

Beneath him, Thalia was climaxing. His cock ramrodded 
into her orgasm, intensifying it, deepening it. "Oh, 
you rotten little bastard," she moaned, "you fucked us 
all..." Belinda's tongue was shoved up his asshole and 
he was within an ace of blowing his nuts too.

He came out of Thalia, fighting Belinda off his back, 
and as he turned, she assumed the position. He pulled 
her onto him, as he squatted on the bed, and he fed his 
cock up into her snatch. She was wet and greasy, her 
cunt open, ready, excited. He stabbed it, and it 
squeezed responsively around his prick.

"I'm gonna fuck you..." Belinda panted, pushing him 
backward. He lay flat, and she rode him from above.  
Her pussy pistoned up and down on his prick, and he 
felt the unmistakable contraction of her orgasm, a 
moment or two before she knew she was about to come.

"Fuck you, baby," he gasped, ramming hard. She 
stiffened atop him, moaning from low in her guts.

Thalia Parsons was positive that she had reached the 
pits of degradation. What had she to lose now, for 
Christ's sake??? She rose to her knees, hand-frigging 
her orgasmic pussy, and she went back to her daughter 
for more kisses, more feels.

"Don't get any wrong ideas," she told Belinda. "You 
still have to do the dishes at home," and her mouth 
clamped down upon her daughter's, her small conical 
tits shoved tightly against Belinda's.

The blonde teenager began to come, almost without 
warning, except to Dwayne, who had known for a couple 
of minutes she was going to blow her ovaries. He 
pronged her tight box, filling and refilling it with 
his swollen cock, until she seemed to expand around him 
and float to the ceiling.

She rolled off his stiff prick, collapsing into a 
body-smashing embrace with her mother. Dwayne watched 
the two Parsons women break more and more taboos as 
they writhed there on the bed.

Thalia had her finger up her daughter's convulsing 
snatch, and Belinda was eating her mom's tits as she 
had not done since she was an infant. She fed on the 
pink nipples so much like her own, and the drool ran 
out both sides of her mouth.

He looked down at his own still-hard cock and he 
decided that he was in more of a mood to fuck than he 
had ever been in his life. Okay. He had plenty of 
things to fuck, right here on the motel room bed.

Dwayne guided Thalia's body onto her daughter's. It 
didn't take much persuasion. The woman was aroused, 
and so was her older child. Belinda opened her legs, 
making room between them for her mom, and then she 
squeezed them together. Pussy bumped pussy as the two 
horny women banged each other nearer and nearer to 
still more climaxes.

He kissed Thalia's ass, licking her crack, tonguing her 
cunt and Belinda's while they continued to rub and bang 
together. Both of them were in obvious heat. His 
tongue moved to Thalia's shithole, and it was not 
nearly as tight as usual. That was a damn good sign. 
He wetted his finger in Belinda's snatch, then in her 
mother's, and he brought it to the older woman's 
exposed, slightly-dilated butthole. Carefully he began 
to screw himself into her.

Thalia's assring popped, audibly, and his finger poked 
deep into her rear tunnel. It only made her squirm 
more frantically atop her daughter. Dwayne gave her 
another knuckle joint of finger, and she slammed hard 
against Belinda, like a punk rock dancer in the frenzy 
of the music. His finger followed her motion, poking 
deeply all the while. More of his digit sank into the 
woman's butt.

He'd had her almost ready for an assfucking before he 
went out for ice and accidentally bumped into Belinda. 
It felt as if she was still ready, and more than ready.

He got up behind her, and he took his finger out of her 
butt, replacing it almost immediately with the head of 
his cock. She screamed at the sudden intrusion of his 
hugeness, but she didn't try to wiggle free, and he 
pushed, giving her another inch or so of totally 
engorged, totally horny, prick meat.

"You son of a bitch!!!" she wailed. "Oh, you've got it 
in my asshole..." And did he ever!

Beneath her, Belinda giggled. "Isn't it like, totally 
incredible, Mom? Having your ass full of that big 
juicy dick?"

"It ... isn't ... full ... yet ... " Thalia panted.

Dwayne laughed and shot her another couple of inches. 
He knew it must hurt like hell, but he didn't really 
give a shit. Her ass seemed unwilling, unable, to take 
any more of him, so he began to pump in and out with 
the portion of his cock that had found entry into 
Thalia.

She was tight as hell, hot as hell. He kept on reaming 
her with his swollen cock, expanding upon the leverage 
he had already gained. And with each thrust, her ass 
seemed to open a little deeper for him.

Now he had five inches inside her, and he was gaining. 
Her anal tube spread reluctantly, and she kept on 
moaning and groaning, but not once did she tell him to 
stop. And he didn't stop. He fucked her, while she 
continued to hump and grind against her daughter's 
livewire body.

In and out, ramming, driving -- Dwayne fucked Thalia 
Parsons. Each stroke was transmitted as shock effect to 
her daughter, moaning beneath the middle-aged woman. 
It was almost as if Dwayne was fucking both women with 
the same dick.

He took his prick out of Thalia and shoved it up 
Belinda's pussy. "Oh, you cocksucker," she trilled, "I 
want it in my ass, too! Just like you did the other day 
in our living room!"

"God," he heard Thalia sigh. "This is like something 
out of a goddamn porno movie..."

The two women rolled apart. Both of them were on their 
knees now, with their thighs open and their asses 
sticking up. Dwayne pushed his tool back into Thalia 
and he put his fingers to work on her daughter's 
exposed butthole.

His thumb punctured the ring, poking into the younger 
blonde. She made a shrill sound of acceptance, and he 
reamed her boldly, getting her ready for the big time 
while he ravished her mother's cornhole.

Thalia exploded again, fucked to orgasm solely by the 
excitation of being assbanged in her daughter's 
presence. Dwayne pronged her churning hole for a few 
more moments, then withdrew his cock and presented it 
to Belinda. She was already holding her asscheeks wide 
open, purring filthy invitations in his direction.

"Fuck my asshole, baby, I want you to fuck my goddamn 
asshole..."

His thumb had given him the preparation he needed.  
It came out and his dick replaced it. Belinda's anus 
opened more quickly than her mother's. Without 
warning, he was inside her to the balls, and her 
shitter spread so wide for him that he halfway thought 
he might get his nuts up her as well.

But instead, he just fucked, driving his cock up the 
teen blonde's more than eager butt, stroke after hot 
throbbing stroke. He sank into her, balls-deep, and he 
could go no further. So he fucked her, poking his cock 
in one gut-busting stab after another. His hand was on 
her pussy, his fingers joining hers in nasty play 
around the dripping crack of her snatch, and he kept 
his prick active, and more than active.

"Ooooh, you're making me commmmmme!!!" she shrieked at 
the top of her lungs. None of the other customers at 
Cozy Rest could be at all ignorant that someone in room 
105 was on the verge of orgasm. Dwayne poked his cock 
into that building pussy frenzy, his fingers puddling 
in Belinda's cummy cunt, and not three strokes later he 
was rewarded by the feel of her orgasm, surrounding his 
hard prick.

He stabbed again, again, until she went limp beneath 
him. Her ass was tight as a drum around his cock. It 
spat him out when it could take no more. He emerged, 
his shitsmeared prick as hard, as brittle, as glass. 
He would come, squirting jizz into the air, in another 
moment if no one touched him, but he would come like a 
fountain if one of these women saw fit to caress him 
even with a pinky finger.

"I'm gonna squirt -- oh, Jesus, I'm gonna squirt!!!"

It was true. Great minds thought alike. Thalia 
turned, licking her lips, and she burrowed her mouth 
down over the end of the cock that had just fucked her 
ass, and her daughter's ass too. She sucked him deep 
into her throat and she made despairing noises around 
him.

Belinda turned, too, still dazed from the orgasm she 
was still experiencing. "Give me some of it, you 
whore!" she told her mother, her lips ovaled for the 
ingestion of randy cock.

Dwayne closed his eyes and fucked their mouths, one 
after the other. They were rivals no longer. Now they 
were just two women sharing a peter and anxious to make 
it dynamite for themselves, for the cock. Belinda took 
a deep longing suck, then passed the tool back to her 
mother, who displayed her skills just as freely. They 
shared his prick from one mouth to another, each of 
them sucking it deeply, voraciously.

In the midst of the sucking, Dwayne said, "Okay, 
bitches, you've fucking _got it_!!! The first squirt 
of his jizz splattered Thalia's tongue, the insides of 
her mouth.

She coughed him out and Belinda took over, drinking 
more oozing cum. Her hand milked the shaft, teasing 
from it more sperm than Dwayne had ever been aware he 
had.

***

"You know," Belinda sighed, "the one I really feel 
sorry for is Chloë. Too bad she's not here with us, 
having a good time, instead of sitting around the house 
with nothing to brighten up her dull life. She may be 
just a squirt, but she would have _loved_ this..."

"And what about Joanna?" Thalia put in. "She never 
goes out, never has any fun. Dwayne, you horny fuck, 
you really oughta take some pity on your aunt and share 
a little of that cock with her, too. Or -- you nasty 
son of a bitch -- are you _already_ giving it to her? 
Are you fucking _all_ of us???"

Dwayne didn't answer for a moment. Fuck Aunt Jo? He'd 
never really thought about it. Anyway, she wasn't his 
type. Was she? Was there any woman, anywhere, who 
_couldn't_ be his type? Maybe nine inches of hard hot 
dick really could put a little fun into his aunt's 
life.

"You know who else is neglected?" Dwayne teased, lying 
full-length between the two women. They both shook 
their heads.

"The guy, whoever he was, that brought you here," 
Dwayne pointed out to Belinda. "And let you borrow his 
shirt so you could go for ice. I bet he thinks you've 
been kidnapped by terrorists."

"Shit!" Belinda sat up. "I forgot all about poor old 
Chuck!"

She leaned across the bed, got the telephone, asked the 
central switchboard to connect her with Room 009. 
"Chuck?" she asked when the phone had stopped ringing. 
"You better get dressed and go home," she told her 
boyfriend. "I will definitely _not_ be getting back to 
our room tonight. And maybe not tomorrow either. No, 
it's too long to explain. Trust me on this one, dude."

Belinda hung up the phone. "Well, that takes care of 
that," she simpered. Do you think, Dwayne, that it 
might turn you on to watch me and my mother do it?" 
And she giggled again. She had no doubt as to the 
answer.

Still, she had to feel a little sorry for her sister 
and for Dwayne's aunt. Jo and Chloë had missed out on 
all the good stuff, as usual. But there was no need 
crying over spilt cum, and after all, tomorrow was 
definitely another day.


CHAPTER 12

It rained the whole night, and morning was a gloomy 
shade of gray. Dwayne was fucked dry. Those bitches 
had worn his dick to a nub. His balls ached with every 
step, from the Parsons driveway to his aunt's house, 
and for the first time in his life he was thinking 
about crawling into bed and sleeping for a week, not 
whose cunt he might get into next. Thalia and Belinda 
invited him to stay over, but he just shook his head. 
They couldn't have been a bit more disappointed than he 
was, but hey, even Superman got a day off from time to 
time.

The clock in the kitchen said 8 AM. Dwayne just wasn't 
sure which day it was. He took a long piss and decided 
he'd sleep till Monday rolled around.

The door to his aunt's bedroom was wide open and he 
glanced in as he went past. Damn! Aunt Jo was lying 
face down naked on the bed. His eyebrows lifted. She 
didn't have a bad ass at all, though God hadn't given 
her such a hot face. He stopped a moment to take in 
the sight. Her legs were long and her rump curved 
nicely. She should definitely wear tighter clothes on 
it. Maybe some guy would notice and she would't be a 
drying-up spinster _all_ her life. Hell, Dwayne was 
noticing, wasn't he?

Aunt Jo sighed softly in her sleep. She rolled halfway 
over. Tits were a little saggy but bigger than he'd 
have thought. Oversize blouses and sweaters really 
didn't do her justice. The nips were big and brown, 
with fat tips. Most guys would enjoy sucking on those, 
Dwayne decided.

There was another movement in the bed and for the first 
time Dwayne noticed a second shape, hidden under the 
sheet, next to Joanna. A hand emerged from beneath the 
bedclothing, stretching slowly across his aunt's chest. 
A small hand, attached to a skinny arm. It looked 
almost familiar. He knew his aunt didn't have a 
boyfriend. So who the _hell_ was sharing her bed, this 
rainy Saturday morning?

The sheet twitched, and a blonde head began to emerge. 
Dwayne grinned. God_damn_, he thought.

Chloë's eyes opened very slowly, still full of sleep. 
Snuggling closer to the warm body besie her own, she 
let her fingers play across Joanna's full, round tits, 
teasing gently at the nipples. They were still hard 
from last night's fun and games. She kissed the sweaty 
shoulder of her bedmate. Jo just purred in her sleep. 
Chloë kissed her again.

A shiver crept down her spine and suddenly she knew 
that someone was looking at her. She blinked hard, 
three or four times, to clear her eyes, and she looked 
up. Dwayne was standing in the open bedroom door, his 
arms folded across his chest, a big shiteating grin on 
his face. Obviously he was just coming in, and he 
looked like he'd been partying for a week.

He entered the room, stepping lightly. "Looks like 
somebody's been busy," he said in a soft voice. "You 
and my aunt. Well. That's kind of a surprise, and I 
didn't think there was anything that could surprise 
me."

"You look pretty rumpled yourself," Chloë replied. 
"Out all night with some whore, huh? What's Belinda 
gonna say when she finds out?"

"She knows," Dwayne smiled. "The whore I went out with 
was your mom, if you have to know. And Belinda caught 
us. I spent the night fucking them to a frazzle."

"Yeah?" smirked Chloë. "Looks like they gave as good 
as they got." A lightbulb seemed to click on above her 
head. "My _mom_? You're fucking my mom _too_?" Her 
voice rose, and Joanna made a groaning sound.

Dwayne put his fingers on his lips to signal that Chloë 
should keep it down. But he was staring at the more 
fully revealed frontal view of his naked aunt. Hmm. 
He'd never figured her for the kind of woman who shaved 
her pussy. But, damn, that trim looked fresh, still a 
little red where the razor had scraped a bit too 
closely. She was all bare down the crack, with the 
puffy inner lips showing vividly where they poked out 
of her cunt.

"Well, fuck," said Chloë, "I guess I'm out of it 
completely now. You're not gonna have any time for me 
at all."

"Not necessarily. Your mom knows all about you and me 
and Belinda. And no, she didn't shit a brick. Hard 
for her to shit _anything_, if you get my drift. So 
what are you worried about, Chloë? Looks like you've 
got a little something of your own going, hmmm?"

Chloë squealed shrilly, then clapped her hand over her 
mouth, but it was too little, too late. Joanna's eyes 
snapped open, instantly awake. She looked up at her 
nephew, then down at her naked body, snuggled up with 
Chloë. 'Way, 'way too late she reached for the sheet, 
pulling it up to preserve any modesty that might 
remain. Her face turned scarlet and she cast her eyes 
downward, not wanting to look back at her nephew's.

"Oh, fuck it, Jo," Chloë giggled, kissing the older 
woman on the cheek. "He's already seen it all." She 
pulled the sheet back down, until her lover's big, 
fat-nippled tits were once more exposed. "Some rack, 
huh, Dwayne? Now I know why you guys all like the big 
ones!" she added with a smirk, reaching around Jo to 
cup the tits. Her fingers scratched lasciviously 
across the big nips and she wiggled closer, pressing 
her body into Jo from behind.

"This bastard spent the whole night fucking my mom 
_and_ my sister," Chloë explained to the older woman. 
"Do you believe that? He's fucking insatiable!" She 
looked up at Dwayne. "Did you do them separately or 
together?"

"Together. They seemed to like it that way."

Chloë squeezed hard on Jo's tits. "Ooohh," she purred, 
"do you see what that means, Jo? _We_ don't have to 
hide anything now!" She kissed down into the crook of 
Jo's neck, then up the cheek. Jo turned her face 
slightly and her mouth met Chloë's.

They rolled into a hot wet kiss. Dwayne could see that 
his aunt's face was still red, but Chloë was a bit too 
much for most people to resist when she got a hot on. 
He'd be willing to bet a dollar that the little whore 
had started the whole thing. It was her style. Even 
now, though Joanna was responsive enough, it was Chloë 
who took the initiative, holding the older woman's head 
with both hands, twisting it this way and that so she 
could suck bigger and hotter kisses from Joanna's lips. 
Just like she was showing off in front of Dwayne. He 
grinned. _Just_ like ...

Chloë fucked her tongue in and out of Joanna's mouth. 
Belinda had obviously taught her how to kiss. She 
overdid it, sure, but she was young and hot and eager 
and she could be forgiven a little surplus of 
enthusiasm. The eagerness seemed to be catching, 
though. Aunt Jo's hands were getting busy now, 
stroking up and down Chloë's skinny young frame. She 
cupped the younger girl's ass and squeezed 
possessively.

Dwayne sat down on the side of the bed. The women 
seemed not even to notice that he was there. He 
touched the top of Chloë's blonde head. He saw her 
eyes glance toward him. Joanna's were shut and she 
looked as if she was drowning in that kiss.

Chloë eased Joanna down onto the bed, still kissing 
her. She touched the woman's tummy. Joanna's tits 
heaved and jiggled, the nipples straining hard. Again 
Chloë flashed her eyes up at Dwayne. He knew exactly 
what they were telling him. No way, he responded with 
his own. I fucked myself dry last night. There's 
nothing left.

But he put his hand out and, before he knew where it 
was going, it lay atop one of Joanna's quivering tits. 
Jeez, she was hot! It almost burned his fingers just 
to touch her. He squeezed testingly at the stiffened 
nipple. It was big and firm and fat, but yielding at 
the same time. He rolled his fingers around it. Husky 
murmurs sounded from deep in his aunt's chest, but she 
didn't take her mouth away from Chloë's.

Dwayne leaned in and started to lick the nipple he was 
teasing. His lips closed around it and he sucked. 
There was a yeasty taste to her flesh. It reminded him 
of his mom baking bread in the kitchen on a winter day. 
He sucked harder. Jo made a murmuring sound that was 
stifled by the wet steamy pressure of Chloë's mouth, 
but Dwayne sensed that she knew he was suckling her. 
Like, who else could it be? She already had a mouthful 
of Chloë's tongue, right?

Chloë took hold of his other wrist and guided his hand 
down into Jo's crotch. He stroked the smooth skin, 
scraped across the barely perceptible stubble. His 
fingers traced her crack, stroked the protruding inner 
lips -- already damp, already twitching ever so 
slightly at his touch.

He fingered her more insistently, feeling the heat that 
seeped from her gash. The lips parted, his fingertip 
slipping between them, into the damp slick wetness. He 
stroked toward, but not onto, her clitoris, bringing 
with his finger the moisture oozing from inside Jo.

Chloë's eyes were on him as she continued to kiss Aunt 
Jo, and Dwayne returned the gaze. She wiggled her 
eyebrows. It could have meant anything. He thought he 
read her correctly and he put his lips onto Jo's cheek, 
an inch from the corner of her mouth. Chloë's eyes 
smiled. That was what she wanted.

Chloë slid her mouth away from Jo's, and Dwayne's 
replaced it. Jo was a moment realizing the difference. 
Her eyes popped open and she made a gurgling sound. 
But she didn't jerk her face away from her nephew's. 
Dwayne straightened his finger and slipped it right 
into the hot, tight -- Jesus, had she _ever_ been 
fucked? -- tube of her pussy. He thrust deep with his 
finger in her cunt and equally deep with his tongue 
into her mouth. She put one of her arms on his 
shoulder, then wrapped the other around his neck and 
pulled him closer.

The bed creaked, and bounced a little. A moment later 
Dwayne felt hands busy on his shoes. It was Chloë. 
She yanked the shoes off his feet and they hit the 
floor with a thud. He didn't hear his socks drop but 
he felt them being taken off. Then her hands were on 
his belt, and he shifted to give her some room. Before 
he knew it, she had dragged his pants down his legs and 
then over his ankles and off.

Underneath he had nothing at all. His shorts had gotten 
lost somewhere in the mess of that motel room. Chloë 
got herself a handful of dick and jacked it. No way, 
kid, he thought, but almost before he knew it, his rod 
had begun to twitch and grow in her fist. Maybe he 
wasn't _quite_ fucked out, after all.

It got confusing after that. The bed was big enough 
for two but a little crowded for three, and while he 
was fingerfucking Aunt Jo, Chloë had crawled back 
aboard and stuffed his tool into her mouth. Christ, 
that kid sucked as if she'd never been weaned!

He closed his eyes, still tonguing his aunt's mouth, 
and let his prick surge in and out of Chloë's suckjob. 
Her drool flowed down the shaft and dampened the pubic 
hairs at its base. She squeezed his balls while she 
sucked him, and Dwayne knew that he had at least one 
more fuck left in him.

"This is crazy," his aunt said. "I shouldn't be doing 
this." If that was how she felt, why didn't she let go 
of his goddamn neck? Why did she keep pulling him back 
so she could kiss him again? Why did she thrust her 
pussy up against the inward pressure of his probing 
finger?  Why didn't she just ask him to stop?

Her nephew's eyes bored into her. She shivered under 
his stare but she couldn't avoid it. It was as if 
Dwayne was looking into her soul. She had felt that 
senation before, but she had never felt it until now in 
the same way that the Parsons women had all 
experienced. Looking into his eyes, she knew her 
nephew was going to fuck her and that she was going to 
love it. But she was still frightened.

"I'm a lesbian," she said firmly. "I'm definitely a 
lesbian. I don't want anything to do with men. Ever."

"Sure," Dwayne agreed, twisting his finger inside her 
pussy. Joanna moaned, thrust her cunt back at his 
probing finger. She could hear the squish as he 
wiggled inside her wet sheath. She felt each pulsating 
throb of her clitoris. It was as if she had overdosed 
on niacin. Every pore of her body tingled and hot 
flashes of excitement raced through her.

Gasping, Chloë raised her mouth back up the shaft of 
Dwayne's boner. She crawled up their bodies and horned 
her way into the kiss, making it a threesome, giving 
equal time to Jo and to Dwayne. Turning to the boy, 
she said, "Fuck her now."

"Oh," Jo panted, "I don't think I can do that ... " but 
her legs spread and Dwayne moved into their gap. Chloë 
reached down and grabbed his cock, brought its swollen 
knob to the slit of Joanna's shaved pussy, and worked 
the bulb into that hot tight aperture. Dwayne felt her 
moisture coat him and he hovered above his aunt for 
what seemed an eternity, just wetting himself in her 
pussy juice, before he clenched his buttocks and 
_shoved_ it up her.

She shrieked as his cock bit home. Her legs shot into 
the air and his thrust deepened. He hit bottom. His 
groin meshed with hers, the juice oozing out of her 
cunt to soak his pubic hair. Inside, she was steaming, 
her pussy so tight he could hardly believe she was 
almost forty years old. Even Chloë wasn't as tight as 
this. It was like fucking a virgin.

Chloë threw her leg across Dwayne, her hands busy on 
his body. She nipped his nuts from behind, with her 
fingers. She tickled his ass crack, teased her 
fingertip into his butthole itself. She bit his ear, 
his shoulder. "See," she panted into his ear, "Auntie 
Jo is just like the rest of us. C'mon, Dwayne -- fuck 
her like a god!!!"

He fucked her.

Aunt Jo squealed with every thrust, but she wasn't 
fighting, she wasn't asking him to stop. Her legs 
curled around him and she pulled him deep and tight and 
hard into her cunt, grinding back at Dwayne with just 
as much as he was giving her. "You horny bastard," she 
told him. "You've turned me into a whore just like the 
rest of them. Oh, Christ, fuck me some more!"

He covered her mouth with another kiss, sucking the air 
out of Jo till he felt like a dirigible and she seemed 
a pancake. His strokes in her pussy were short and 
fast and hard. She seemed to like it that way. He 
could feel an orgasm boiling in her belly, about to 
explode around his cock.

Chloë's finger shot up his asshole without warning, 
plunging deep and fierce. His entire body stiffened, 
making his hard cock seem an overcooked noodle by 
comparison. He pounded his aunt's pussy relentlessly, 
with Chloë continuing to finger-ream his shitter. She 
also leaned down and bit him on the ass and he thought 
he was gonna shoot his wad right then and there.

"I want some too," he heard the younger girl husk into 
his ear. She bit him there too, between words. Jeez, 
she was even crazier than usual. Maybe she _was_ 
nearly as hot as she liked to think she was! But 
before he could fuck the nutty little bitch, he still 
had a major job to take care of.

He yanked his cock out of Joanna. "Roll over," he 
said. "I think you're gonna like it this way, too."

"This is insane," Joanna protested, but she went onto 
her belly, ass lifted. "I shouldn't even be letting 
you kiss me like that ... "

He slipped a pillow under her stomach, stroked her 
sweaty thighs, and eased his cock back into her pussy 
from behind. He seemed to go even deeper than he had 
before, and Jo squealed in acceptance.

The position made her asshole gape slightly, and his 
eye was drawn to it automatically. He was willing to 
bet she'd never had a dick up there before, and he 
wondered what Aunt Jo would think if he took his cock 
out of her pussy and slid it straight up that even 
tighter tunnel.

No! That was madness. She wasn't ready for anything 
so radical. Not just yet. Maybe somewhere around the 
middle of next week. As he continued to fuck his 
aunt's spasming pussy, Dwayne Murphy already took it 
for granted that this was not the last time he was 
gonna have his dick inside his aunt Jo.

He just closed his eyes and fucked, until it occurred 
to him that Chloë wasn't cunting around on him like she 
had been before. He looked down and saw that she and 
Jo were kissing like teenagers on a hot date at the 
drive-in movie.

That Chloë! She was just insatiable. He really liked 
that in a girl. She was more squirrely than pretty, 
but she was a lot of fun to be around. If he had to 
take his choice of the Parsons women ... But he didn't 
have to choose. He'd had them all. And now he had his 
aunt as well. This end of the block was pretty well 
covered. He wondered idly who lived down the street.

Dwayne's cock boned Jo more intensely, his hands busy 
on her body. One of them groped at her tits, the other 
massaged her now-swollen clitoris. He could tell it 
was there for the taking. All he had to do was bring 
it out of her.

She shrieked again as orgasm flooded through her -- as 
if she had not climaxed in years and needed to do it 
all, right fucking _now_! Dwayne fucked hard into her 
come and rode her till she subsided and lay panting 
beneath him. "Oh my goddd ... " he heard her moan, 
between hot mouthy kisses with the beaming Chloë.

"You," he said, slithering his wet but still rock-hard 
dick out of his aunt and pointing to the excited 
teenage fuck bunny. Chloë abandoned Jo without looking 
back. She threw herself onto Dwayne and knocked him 
flat on his ass, then straddled his body and shoved her 
pussy straight down his upright cock. Her groin 
slammed his and she writhed atop him, sucking up the 
feel of her pussy once more full of his dick.

She bent down to kiss him, her mouth still wet with 
Joanna's drool, her pussy just as wet where it clung 
like saran wrap around the stiffness of his thrusting 
cock. She bounced hard, sheathing and resheathing him 
inside her twat. The cute little slut was really 
aroused. Dwayne knew he was in the homestretch. Chloë 
would be pissing her juices down his rod in a matter of 
moments.

Damn, there was a lot to be said for a girl who enjoyed 
fucking as much as Chloë Parsons did! As much as he 
got off fucking her mom and her big sister, he was 
starting to think that Chloë was definitely the pick of 
the litter at the house next door. 

His hands were on her hot little butt while she rode 
him, and he paid her back for some of that anal 
fingering she'd given him while he screwed Aunt Jo. Of 
course, she liked it as much as he did, and she 
squirmed madly around his dick while he slicked in and 
out of her tight little butt. That gave him an idea. 
He lifted his hips and fucked up at Chloë, hard enough 
to send her sprawling onto her side. He rose above 
her, cock protruding like a flagpole.

"Sit on Aunt Jo's face," he suggested. "I want to do 
something different."

Chloë's blue eyes sparkled. She seemed to know what he 
was talking about. They had a kind of rapport, he 
decided, like great minds thinking alike. Quickly the 
girl reverse-straddled the prone Joanna, who was still 
panting from her own explosion. She wiggled her 
pussy down until it met the older woman's mouth and she 
put her own face between Joanna's legs.

Dwayne got behind Chloë and tested her asshole with his 
finger. She sighed at the penetration, or maybe she 
was sighing because Jo had a mouthful of her pussy at 
the same time. Whatever. Dwayne eased his finger out 
of her ass and nosed the tip of his cock into the tight 
but more than willing hole. Chloë's skinny little ass 
trembled as he pushed a little deeper.

"Can you see what he's doing to me, Jo?" she asked 
breathlessly. The older woman couldn't really answer, 
because she was too busy eating pussy.

Dwayne's cock slid two inches up Chloë's butt, wedging 
his big snout-like knob firmly within her tunnel. She 
gulped, but it was what she wanted. "You better fuck 
me," she told him. "I might change my mind."

"No fuckin' way," Dwayne laughed. "Much too late to 
change your mind now."

He held her by the waist, steadying the young girl for 
the first full insertion of his cock. She'd wanted it 
so badly the other day, and if her mom and his aunt 
hadn't come in, he'd probably have given it to her. 
Now it didn't matter whom he fucked, or in what hole, 
either, when you got right down to it. Nothing was 
over the line. Holding Chloë tightly, he slid his cock 
a little deeper into her ass.

"Yowwww!!!" she shrieked, her eyes rolling in their 
sockets. It was nothing like the vibrator she'd talked 
Jo into sticking up her butt last night. It throbbed, 
it pulsated, and she could feel every inch of hot 
living flesh that was thrust into her backdoor. She 
pushed her cunt down into Joanna's face.

A moment later her ass was full of Dwayne's hard cock. 
Jesus, this was one hell of a way to start the morning! 
If she'd known it was gonna happen, she'd have greased 
herself up with Vaseline before going to bed! But 
she'd taunted and begged him for it, ever since 
watching him butt-fuck Belinda, and now she'd finally 
gotten what she wanted.

He gave her a moment or three to acclimatize herself to 
having her ass crammed, and then he began to work his 
dick in and out of her.

At first it was all he could do to move his meat back 
and forth. Chloë grunted and shivered with every short 
stroke. It felt like she was having a hemorrhoid 
removed with a jackhammer. But she was young and 
elastic, and by the time he'd given her a dozen 
strokes, her pliant anus was cooperating fully with 
Dwayne's stiff cock.

Jo's mouth was busy on her cunt, and the constant 
tongue lashes at her erect clitoris made shudders of 
excitement race through Chloë's entire body. Her pussy 
oozed juice, which seeped out into the fine blonde 
hairs that hedged her crack and onto the face of the 
older woman who was currently being smothered by 
Chloë's humid cunt.

Dwayne kept ramming his way up her tailpipe. She 
really wasn't sure she liked it, now that she'd tried 
it, but it was about as intense a fuck as she could 
ever imagine getting. Her belly heaved with each 
thrust, as his cock slammed into her guts again and 
again. It was almost as if he meant to fuck it 
straight up her esophagus and out her mouth!

Jo's horny mouth brought on a sudden orgasm and Chloë 
squealed in excitement. Her come intensified under 
Dwayne's relentless cock-attack. "Stop," she moaned, 
"I just can't take any ... fucking ... more!" Was that 
her voice? Was Chloë Parsons crying "Uncle"?

Dwayne slid his cock out. She reached back to touch 
the gape of her asshole, slipped four fingers into the 
fucked-out opening. Oh, Christ, would it ever snap 
back into shape? Had she ruined herself? Even as her 
fingers probed, though, she could feel her natural 
elasticity returning. It got very tight and she pulled 
her fingers free, rolling over to gaze up at Dwayne, 
who knelt on the bed, his cock stiff and 
absofuckinglutely enormous from where Chloë lay.

"Guess we need to get you off," she said throatily, 
reaching for his dick. She was a little rough, still 
overexcited from this unexpected wakeup call. He 
groaned as she fisted him hard, slamming up and down 
the rigid shaft from knob to balls.

Chloë sat up, and Joanna rose warily beside her. "Try 
it," Chloë suggested. "It hasn't been anyplace your 
tongue never got to." She pointed the blood-red knob 
at Joanna's face, then put her hand on the older 
woman's shoulder, urging her to come closer.

Joanna closed her eyes and ovaled her mouth. Chloë 
giggled, sliding the cock into that pursed opening, 
squealing when Jo's lips tightened around it. She 
kissed Jo on the cheeks and forehead and eyes, ran 
fingers through her hair, purred soft sexy words of 
encouragement into her ears. "Suck it," she said, "it 
tastes just like me!"

Wetly, dreamily, Jo moved her mouth up and down her 
nephew's stiff meat. Her eyes were closed and she 
hummed as she sucked him. _Why, she's really pretty 
doing this_! Chloë thought, but then her natural 
jealousy took hold. "Lemme have some of that," she 
growled, fighting the cock out of Jo's mouth.

She swallowed half his length in one gulp, worrying his 
meat like a puppy with a chew toy. She heard him gasp, 
a sound she knew pretty well by now. Chloë guppied him 
in and out a few more strokes, till she felt the first 
wet hot squirt blast across her lapping tongue. Her 
head shot back, disengaging Dwayne's cock, and she gave 
it a couple of quick strokes with her hand. Semen flew 
from the big slit at his very tip.

Some of it hit Jo in the face, and some of it gushed 
directly into her open mouth. She looked as if she'd 
never tasted a guy's cum before. Chloë laughed out 
loud and kept on jacking. Her own mouth covered the 
knob and siphoned off yet another thick spurt of the 
stuff. She stroked him again, but no more came out. 
His cock shuddered, and she could feel it beginning to 
go limp. They'd fucked the stuffings out of him.

She let go of Dwayne's dick and turned her attention 
back to Jo. The cum was still in her mouth, and she 
threw herself upon Jo for a kiss, allowing the goo to 
run between Jo's lips. Their tongues sloshed the 
mixture of sperm and saliva back and forth. Dwayne lay 
on his side, panting, and he grinned like a shit-eating 
dog.

Chloë and Joanna slouched back, arms still tight around 
each other's sweat-soaked bodies. "God," Chloë 
smirked, staring at her lover, "you look like you've 
been _fucked_, lady!"

"I can't believe we did that," Jo responded, her voice 
soft, almost shy. Shy, after what she'd just done? 

Chloë shook her head. Women! Who could figure them? 
She stretched one hand toward Dwayne. "You know," the 
girl sighed, "I think this might be the beginning of a 
beautiful friendship. As long as _I_ get to be your 
very _best_ friend, you know?"

Staring at Dwayne, as she was, Chloë didn't see the 
sudden look of shock that came over Joanna's face at 
those words. Dwayne saw, however, and he knew what it 
meant. 

This could still be a little bit of trouble, Dwayne 
thought, taking the petite blonde's hand. He'd already 
added two plus two and come up with sixty-nine, to 
explain what Chloë was doing in his aunt's bedroom. He 
was pretty damn sure his auntie had major hots for the 
little nympho from next door. He halfway suspected the 
only reason Jo had even let him fuck her was so she 
could stay close to the feisty teen blonde.

But Chloë had a possessive streak in her which didn't 
bode well with the situation that had developed. Right 
now she acted like she didn't give a shit about Jo -- 
she was just oozing all over Dwayne. Aunt Jo's was 
making a "Who shot my dog?" face. Chloë was kissing his 
shoulder and tickling the root of his cock as if she 
meant to get it hard again. He could smell jealousy 
smoldering in the room like a sneaky fart.

But he was sure he could manage Chloë. Somehow. And 
even if it was trouble, it was the best kind to be in. 
Everything would work out, sooner or later. He could 
handle women.


THE END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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