Ben Christopher's cock was already hard as he made his way down Mill Street to Lucy's house. He'd been making that same walk twice a month, every pay day, for three months. This night he'd had a few extra beers after work, so his mouth watered even more at the thought of what he was about to see.
Thirty bucks was a lot to pay to see Lucy make violent, cunt-to-cunt love with whoever her current girl-friend lover was, but it was worth it. After the sessions watching Lucy and another chick get it on good, he could always go home and rape the shit out of his own wife, Angela.
He wondered why his big-titted wife hated to fuck him so much. Shit, he had a big cock to satisfy her with. Christ, none of the other cunts he fucked seemed to bitch about it. But Angela always got real hot to go and then just faded in the middle.
He mounted Lucy's porch, took a quick pull from the flask, and rang her bell.
Lucy Waters answered the bell. She was a tall, slim woman with small breasts and a cruel mouth. Sometime, Ben thought, I'd like to throw my meat into her and see if she actually hates men as much as she says.
"Hello, Ben. Jesus, you never miss, do you?"
"Never, Lucy. I look forward to this every time."
"Come on in. Wanna beer?"
"Yeah. I'll chase my booze with it." He showed her the flask and eased his body into a large chair. His eyes focused on a gorgeous nude redhead who sprawled, stark naked, on a sofa across from him.
Lucy returned from the sideboard and handed him a tall, frosted mug of beer.
"New girl, Lucy?"
"Yeah. Name's Tilly. Dumbest cunt I've ever seen, but she fucks and sucks up a storm." Tilly never batted an eyelash at Lucy's description of her. She was playing with a nipple on one of the biggest tits Ben had ever seen.
"Goddam, Lucy, you can sure find 'em. Well, let's get started!"
"Ben..."
"Huh? Oh, yeah." Ben fished a ten and a twenty from his pocket and handed them to her.
She smiled. "Now, we'll get started." She walked to the voluptuous nude beauty. Ben watched her grab a handful of the girl's flaming hair and yank the beautiful creature to the floor. She then lay down on the sofa as the naked girl groveled at her feet.
Lucy reached down and clutched one of her epic-sized tits, squeezing and twisting it viciously as the girl's face twisted with a sensuous torture.
"Tell me how much better my lovin' is than a man's," Lucy hissed, her hand snaking out and slapping the girl hard across the face. The girl cringed back, her fantastic tits rising and falling with her rapid breathing.
Ben shifted in the chair. His lips creased in a sly smile of sheer enjoyment as his eyes darted back and forth surveying the two females.
Lucy backhanded the redhead so hard that she toppled over backwards. She uttered a shrill, weird laugh as Lucy climbed lazily from the sofa and fell down on the floor beside her.
Lucy straddled her, a mocking smile on her cruel lips, as she dealt hard blows to the high jutting mounds and the beautiful face. She bruised her face and neck and yanked at the long red hair until the girl wailed in delight.
Then Lucy lifted the sobbing girl in her arms as Ben chuckled with glee. She tossed her down on the sofa, letting her head crash against the wooden arm.
She grasped one large tit in each hand, squeezing and digging her nails into them as the girl cried out with a lusty joy.
Lucy's hot lips caught the pink nipples in her mouth, grabbing them between her teeth and grinding down on them. The redhead's body was glimmering with beads of sweat as her lush hips spread in a jerking motion and her cunt rotated hotly.
Ben leaned forward, breathing harshly, his lips slack, his jowls quivering, as saliva dribbled from his mouth. His eyes were glazed with a sensuous concentration.
Lucy viciously spread the thighs farther apart as her balled-up fist pounded her buttocks, throwing punches as hard as she could, until the girl finally begged her to stop.
Greedily, she suckled one melon-shaped tit, then the other one. As soon as the girl acted as if she were enjoying the heavenly sensation, she would belt her with a hard blow. A cruel, leering smile of excitement was playing on her thin lips.
Lucy stroked the lush thighs, until the gorgeous redhead was practically purring with joy. Then Lucy punched her brutally in her flat belly, bringing an agonized scream of rapture to the girl's lips and causing her to double up with the pain.
Caught up in her sadistic trance of sensation, and aroused by the naked perfection of the young girl before her, Lucy's animal hunger possessed her. She began to get down to business.
She kissed the large pointed tits, kneading first one and then the other. Despite the welts and bruises, the redhead experienced exquisite, delicious desire as the educated mouth continued sucking.
Lucy nestled her face in the wealth of the mounds of bruised white flesh as she gently brushed the fiery nipples with her hot wet tongue. Spasmodic ecstasy surged through the shapely body as the redhead's hips rotated in a maddening motion.
Ben was sweating profusely and his breathing was ragged as he rubbed his cock with a slow, lazy motion.
"Mmmm ... Ohhhhhh!" the redhead cooed.
Her arms entwined around Lucy's neck as the upthrusted tits bounced against Lucy's boobs. Her rounded ass cheeks revolved in a tantalizing motion beneath Lucy's clutching hands.
Then Lucy's hot, wet lips blazed a trail of hot kisses up and down the smooth white flesh. Her flaming tongue was thick with lust as it licked madly, flicking out at the enticing white skin, turning the girl's entire body into a mass of quivering desire. She squirmed, twisted and jerked as shooting hot pains of joy made her gasp and cry out. The sensation was almost unbearable.
The flicking tongue was skimming across the flat white belly, dipping into the dimpled navel, reaming it, as the girl's body shuddered with fiery response.
"Suck her, Lucy!" Ben suddenly cried. "Get your face right down in her cunt and bite her fucking clit off!"
Lucy chuckled and moaned at her own and Ben's lust as her body shook with the anticipation of eating the russet-crowned cunt just below her searching tongue.
Lucy's lips covered the bare flesh of the redhead's lush hips and writhing thighs. Then her head dipped down, the tongue invading the luscious pink cunt as the girl gurgled and whimpered, muttering incoherent words of bliss.
The hot, persistent tongue continued licking the syrupy cunt as the girl's body thrashed and rolled, her knees raised and spread, her small hands tugging at Lucy's hair, pushing her face into her pussy as tremors of erupting passion climbed through her convulsing body.
They were both panting, but Ben's harsh rasping breath was the loudest as he fell limply back against the chair with his face twisted in delight. One side of his face was jerking with a nervous tic.
"I'm COMMMMING! OH, GOD, LUCY, RAM THAT TONGUE UP MY CUNT! MAKE ME COME GOOD!"
Lucy did just that and Ben nearly came in his pants himself as the beautiful redhead's cunt exploded and spewed juice all over Lucy's sucking mouth and driving tongue.
The two girls fell apart, panting and sweating. Lucy untangled herself and went over to the sideboard. She fixed Ben a fresh drink, then carried it over to him, taking the empty glass from his big hand and replacing it with the fresh one.
"Round one is over, baby, round two coming up!" She gave him a contemptible laugh as she swaggered away from him.
She walked back to the sideboard and poured herself two fingers of whiskey in a glass. She tilted it to her mouth, draining it in one swallow. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then went over to the quietly waiting girl. She lifted her bodily and slammed her down in a chair. She went into the kitchen and returned with some coiled rope and a pair of scissors.
Kneeling in front of the shivering redhead, she tied the girl's ankles to the back legs of the chair, cutting the rope with the scissors. Then she moved over to her wrists and tied them securely to the back legs of the chair.
Now the beautiful girl was tightly bound to the chair, helpless to move. Her legs spread as she sat waiting for Lucy to do as she pleased with her.
Lucy left the room and returned with a leather whip. A strap was around her right wrist, her finger clasped around the end of it. She raised the whip and gave the whimpering girl a grazing blow to the temple. The redhead's eyes rolled in her head as her neck jerked with the blow.
Lucy wielded the whip with sadistic pleasure, flicking against the soft mounds of tit-flesh, bringing screams of delicious pain from the girl's lips. She peppered the voluptuous body with severe blows, careful not to touch her face. All the while her voice was very soft, like a lover's caress, as she dealt out the savage torture.
Ben stared, fascinated. His body was bouncing up and down on the chair as the sound of the leather on flesh filled the room. He was excited and thrilled to the core of his being. The large veins stood out in bold relief on his forehead as the big lesbian continued her punishment on the gorgeous girl.
Now the girl was slumped over, her head a few inches from the enormous mounds of her own tits. Lucy, with an eerie scream, tossed the whip to the floor and kicked out with her foot. The chair toppled to the floor. The girl's feet, still tied to the chair legs, were in the air.
Lucy stripped the clothes from her own body as she climbed on the girl's lap, dangling one leg between her bound leg and hand on each side. Frantically, she molded her middle to the redhead's middle. They were grinding and rubbing together at a rapid pace, with their tits touching and their cunts colliding together.
They continued rubbing back and forth and up and down, meeting in a twisting, grinding rotation. It went on and on until loud, animalistic wails cut through the air. Their bodies trembled violently as they exploded in hot, pulsating tremors of completion.
"Jesus," Ben groaned aloud. "Clit to clit fucking." It was fantastic. Ben had never seen it done before.
Then it was over.
Lucy slapped her a stinging blow across her pretty face. "Shut up! If you don't, I'll let old Ben here run his flat lips over you!" She stalked over to Ben's chair. "How about it, Ben? Wouldn't that be pure ecstasy to be able to mouth that sweet white flesh?"
"I'd rather fuck her. I'd rather stick my dick up her cunt!"
"Oohhhh, now that would have to be twenty extra, Ben. This little cunt doesn't like cock."
Ben looked from Lucy's naked body to the redhead bound in the chair. Her cunt was dripping sauce. Ben could almost feel those pink, wet pussy lips gripping his dick.
"It's a deal," he growled, flipping a bill toward Lucy and tugging out his meat as he lurched across the room.
"No! NO, LUCY!" the redhead screamed. "You said no fuckin'! You said we didn't have to fuck no men, just suck each other and put on a show!"
"Shut up," Lucy hissed from the sideboard. "Just relax your cunt and you'll never know he was inside."
Ben ripped the rope off of one of the redhead's legs. Then he bent the leg up until her knee was banging against one tit. At the same time he spread her thighs and scooted her ass forward on the chair until her cunt hair was tickling the head of his cock.
"No! Please, don't! Let me suck you, mister. I'll suck your joint real good. I'm a good cocksucker, you'll see!"
"Shut up!" Ben shouted, and grabbed his long prick low, near his balls, at the root. He spread her legs apart and jammed the head of his tool into her wet, pink cunt. She screamed and closed her eyes as he pushed into her, hard.
It was as if his entry had suddenly drugged her, emptied her mind to everything except the cock that kept sliding into her, deeper and deeper until her cuntal channel was filled with his meat.
Against her will, the beautiful girl began moaning with passion, revolving her hips, moving into the dick as it started fucking in and out of her.
"Well, shit-oh-dear," Lucy said, standing beside Ben. "Look at that, the bitch is actually liking it!"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Ben chanted, seeing, hearing and feeling only the wedge of his cock as he slammed it into the redhead's boiling pussy.
He was ramming her savagely now, hammering his rock-hard belly down against hers as his huge tool slid hotly in and out of her well-lubricated hole. And then he gasped out his explosive orgasm, his spasming prick blasting his burning cum deep into her belly.
"Jeez! Oh, yeahhhhh!"
"He's coming!" the redhead shrieked. "Oh, God, I can feel that hot shit squirting into me!"
"Not bad," Ben sighed, and pulled his dick from her still-writhing pussy. He milked the last few drops of jism on one of her thighs and then stuffed his cock back in his pants.
"DAMN, DON'T STOP, YOU ASSHOLE!" the redhead cried. "You got me hot, you prick, NOW MAKE ME COME!"
Ben turned a leering face to Lucy. "You finish her off," he said, and left the house.
Back on the sidewalk he headed for home. Watching the two girls fuck each other had horned him up. Fucking the redhead's cunt had got him started but hadn't satisfied him. Now he would go on home and fuck his wife Angela's eyeballs out.
Angela Christopher had showered and dressed and was now pinning her long red hair up on top of her head. It was getting late, and since it was pay day she was pretty sure that Ben had stopped off at Lucy's place to get his ashes hauled.
That was good. It almost made her happy that Ben was being fucked in a whore house. Then he might not make demands on her. He wouldn't insist on fucking her, pinching her titty nipples and climbing on top of her to stretch her little pussy with his meat-axe of a cock.
She looked at herself in the mirror. She was, indeed, beautiful, with a figure that sometimes caused her acute embarrassment when men turned to look at her or gave her a vulgar whistle. She had been a virgin up until she had married Ben, and it had been the most disappointing night of her life. She had a secret. Ever since she was thirteen, Angela had been obsessed with lust. Constantly as a teenager, she had been bothered by passionate, lustful dreams, wild dreams of hot flesh and electrifying thrills, lewd, wanton memories of wild, exciting men fucking her pussy until she begged them to stop.
Her condition became so agitated, she finally went to see a psychiatrist in a strange city and blurted out her feelings and desires. The doctor had seemed kindly and understanding. He talked to her for a long time in a soothing voice, reassuring her, telling her that what she was feeling was quite normal and a stage that most young girls go through.
In that one respect he lied, for he had never had a patient with the intensity or sensuality that Angela exhibited. He told her that her feelings would change once she got married, that everything would be all right.
Yet, when she was gone, he shook his head sadly and told his nurse that, up until his interview with Angela, he had never met a latent nymphomaniac. Whenever girls got together and talked about sex, Angela felt herself being driven by their descriptions and had to get up and leave or change the conversation. Later, at night, in bed alone, she would toss and turn, staring at the ceiling, fighting to keep her hands away from her cunt.
Then her older sister, Mona, got married. That made it worse. Angela would lie in bed at night and envision Mona taking her husband's, Al Malone's cock into her pussy. By the time she was seventeen, Angela could think of nothing but fucking.
Then she met Ben. He wasn't exactly the husband she had dreamed about, but he was so forceful and animal-like that she was attracted to him.
She was sure Ben could settle the burning ache in her pussy, so she let herself get swept into marriage.
The first time they had fucked, it had hurt horribly and, more importantly, it didn't do a thing for her. It was all too brief, too hurried, in the dark, and just as the flames of passion and wantonness were roaring up in her cunt and pleasure began searing through her panting pussy, it was all over, done with, and the craving was worse than ever before.
And, of course, the condition never changed.
Ben never took the time to romance her or even try to make her come once he got his cock into her pussy. He would just ram her until his cockhead exploded and then pull out and leave her hanging.
Sitting there, at her mirror, dreaming of a real man fucking her, got Angela hotter than hell. She could feel her panties, under her robe, soaking with cunt juice. She pushed them down and curled her fingers into the top of her pussy slit.
Her cunt was hot and seething. The juices had oozed in great globs from her cunt walls until they had stained her panties and even overflowed them to stick to the insides of both her thighs.
She thought she was going to cry, but when her fingers touched the already hardened knob of her clit, she closed her eyes and leaned against the back of the chair. Her legs drifted apart, wider and wider. Her hands found the inner thighs close to her pussy. They were wet and sticky, and getting wetter.
Suddenly she could see herself getting beautifully fucked. Only it wasn't her husband who was fucking her, it was her sister's handsome husband, Al.
His cock was between her legs. She used her thumbs to pull the glued-up hps of her cunt far apart.
She could see it; she could feel it.
Al's big, hard cock plunged deeply into her pussy hole.
She groaned as Al's meat probed farther and faster into her fuck-hole. Her knees flew apart even wider as the muscles in her thighs and her cunt twitched and quivered. And then he was home. His cock was all the way inside her cunt, with its hard ridge literally bursting with sexual intensity against her clitoris.
"Ohhhhhh, Jesus," she groaned in a whisper.
"Cock, cock, cock."
She twisted and writhed as she lifted her hips, shoving her cunt over th, e plunging meat. He withdrew until the ridge on his cockhead tickled the outer lips of her cunt and then plunged into her wet cavern again, harder, more intensely. His thick meat pierced her fuck-hole again and again, faster and more furiously with each thrust.
She moaned, sighed and threw her head from side to side with the joyous intensity of the ramming prick. She could feel the soggy slickness of her juices running out of her cunt, across her fingers and dripping beneath her ass. Her juice was thick, almost like a man's cum as it poured from her open pussy like a flood.
"Say now, that's real good of you, baby. 1 mean, gettin' that little cunt of yours all oiled up and ready for me!"
Angela's eyes popped open. For a second she thought it really was Al. Then she realized that it was Ben. Ben, with his fly open and his hard cock in his hand as he advanced across the room toward her.
Chapter Two
"No, no, Ben, I don't feel like it!"
"What the fuck you mean, you don't feel like it? I come home and find you rammin' your fingers up your pussy and you tell me you don't wanna fuck?"
What could she tell him? Yes, she wanted to fuck. But she didn't want to fuck him. She wanted to bring herself off with her fingers and make believe that it was another man's cock.
Now he was over her/ his fingers digging painfully into the flesh of one inner thigh. She could smell the booze on his breath and knew that fucking would be very painful and unsatisfying. It always was when he had been drinking heavily.
"Please, Ben, later. Not now, please!"
"Bullshit. NOW!"
"NO!"
"YES! I'm gonna pound my dick in your mouth and your cunt. Now spread!"
Angela didn't spread. Instead she locked her thighs together and lashed out with her hand. Her nails left four raw gouges of bleeding flesh on his face.
"You bitch! You rotten fucking bitch!"
He went for her again, this time like an insane animal. His hands curled at the top of her robe and ripped it from her body. The sight of her huge. red-tipped tits dancing on her chest inflamed him even more.
"Now, you cunt, I'm gonna fuck you. In fact, I think I'll ram this meat right up your asshole!"
That did it. This time when he tried to pry her knees apart, Angela brought them up into his crotch as hard as she could. Ben cried out in pain and staggered back across the room holding his aching balls.
"You bitch," he, groaned, "you'll pay for that!" A sudden thought entered his booze-fogged brain. He was going to revenge himself all right on this proud little bitch. Goddamn her ass, he'd give her a taste of retribution in a way she'd never forget! The stuck-up cunt thought she was too good for him, did she? Too good for old Ben? Well, he'd fucking well show her! Shit, he'd show her good! He ran from the room. Angela had only one thought in her mind; get away. She jumped up from the dressing table, encased the huge melons of her tits in a bra and pulled a thin summer dress over her head. Next came the shoes and a quick brush through her hair.
She was just reaching for her purse to flee when Ben re-entered the bedroom. At his heels trailed his huge German shepherd, Lucky.
"Don't wanna fuck me, huh? Well, well see about that!"
Angela was rooted to the spot. What was he going to do? If she tried to run he would probably beat her. He had done it before when she refused him. And this time she had already fought back. That would probably make it worse.
She wanted to run, to leave this despicable place, to get as far away as she could from this evil, leering brute, but she knew better.
Ben's eyes mentally stripping away her garments, he began to undress himself. Calmly, almost matter-of-factly, he pulled off his clothes right there in the middle of the room. Angela was watching, but did not see; it was as if this were all some disgusting tableau, and she wasn't part of it at all, just a spectator standing by.
"You need some help?" he said, nodding to the long row of buttons down the front of her dress.
Go ahead, Angela told herself, let him fuck you. Get it over with and then leave. Leave for good. She began to loosen the buttons, fighting with every cell in her brain, determined to shut it all out of her mind.
She squirmed her shoulders out of the tight, clinging dress, pulled it down over her trim hips and stepped out of it. Her husband's hungry eyes were devouring the mouth-watering treat she was unveiling before him, but she didn't look at him. She was now wearing only the thin white nylon panties and a lacy bra. She felt very, very naked and vulnerable.
She glanced up. Ben was now completely naked, his liquor-softened body stripped of all his clothes. His prick was fully erect, jutting out from beneath the paunch of his belly like a stump standing in a black, brushy thicket. She thought of his naked body on top of hers, and she shuddered.
Ben was standing with his mouth open, his eyes wide with ravenous delight as he surveyed her body. His redhaired wife's long, youthful legs were perfect. Her firm, full tits made enticing mounds under the thin cups of her bra, the smooth flat plane of her white young belly unblemished as it flowed down to the hidden vee of her cunt.
"You might be a bitch," he growled, "but, shit, you're one good lookin' cunt."
His arms enveloped her, squeezed her against his naked body. His lips caught hers and drew them into his sucking mouth.
The whiskey on his breath made her suddenly sick. His hard cock against her belly revolted her. Suddenly she wanted to stop him, to talk to him, to tell him that force was no way to make love to a woman.
But Ben enjoyed force.
She fought, but his strength was far too great. His hands were all over her, ramming up between her thighs, around her back, pawing greedily at the firmly clenched cheeks of her ass, fondling the soft mounds of her full, ripe tits with a lusty roughness.
His fingers caught the elastic waistband of her panties. With a powerful, vicious yank, the big man pulled the garment from her hips, over her thighs and down her legs. She was aware that his body was already drenched with sweat, so intense was his raging passion for her body.
"No, no! Please, don't, Ben!"
But the panties were free of her flailing legs now, and with his first glimpse of her pubic hair, the pink, pouting lips of her cunt, there was no stopping him. His lust was all that occupied his mind now; his strength was like the strength of a dozen men. Without its being unhooked, a cruel tug pulled her last concealing garment, her lace-covered bra, from her writhing body. Angela was totally naked, completely vulnerable to her husband's lust.
Ben pulled his naked, struggling wife to him, crushed the nipples of her voluptuous tits into his hair-covered chest. His hands went down her back, over the white mounds of her deliciously formed ass cheeks, and probed up between her thighs.
Angela shivered with fear and revulsion as his fingers prodded the taut little ring of her asshole, but that was not his target. A poking, probing fingertip suddenly squirmed its way up between the soft, hair-lined lips of her naked pussy, shoved up to the second knuckle in the fleshy tight sheath of her cunt.
Goddamn, he had to have her'. That pussy was incredible, tight as a velvet glove and as warm and tender as a baby kitten!
His lips searched for the jutting bud of her throbbing nipple as he lowered his head to her tit, still clasping her to his naked body, holding her securely so she couldn't escape.
"Oh, no, Ben ... please, I don't want to do it this way!"
She managed to get an arm free, and with a superhuman burst of strength born of desperation, she shoved his head up from her tit and momentarily pulled herself away ... to fall flat on the floor.
Ben stood glaring at her, puffing like an enraged bull. "So that's the way you want to play, huh? Ol* Ben ain't good enough for you, eh? Maybe you'd rather have one of those hippie punks in town!"
Her milk-white tits were heaving as she gasped for air; her smooth skin glistened with perspiration. She started to get up. Then, before she could rise from the floor, a cold nuzzling shove froze her still. It was Lucky! The enormous black and tan dog was standing behind her, just inches away, his teeth bared and a menacing growl rumbling from deep in his heavy chest.
Ben threw back his head and roared with laughter. "Well, well, ol' Lucky ain't forgot after all!"
"Forgotten what?" Angela asked, her heart frozen with fear.
"What we used to get the whores to do in the old days, before I got saddled with a fucking wife"
What did he mean? Was he actually saying ... ?
Oh, God, NO!
Angela glanced up quickly, not wanting to take her eyes away from the vicious dog. The huge animal's jaws were immense, big enough to snap her head from her body with one bite if he wanted to. She was nearly hysterical with fear, too terrified even to cry out.
"Maybe he's a little ornery 'cause he wasn't gettin' in on the fun," Ben leered, "I reckon we can remedy that, though."
Then the full impact of what he planned hit her right in the gut. For one horrifying instant, the unthinkable act this maniac was devising in his twisted, sex-crazed brain hit her. She felt incredibly, unbelievably naked and exposed, as if she were standing stripped of all her clothes before a thousand sex-starved men. There was a churning sense of total revulsion deep in her insides, a feeling she'd never known until this moment. She was totally crushed, nothing more than a sex toy for this man.
. Now this unspeakable humiliation. It was more than she could stand. She could never hope to live after this night, never be the wife she hoped to become, not with the scar of this degradation indelibly burned into her mind.
"How about it, proud little cunt! You think your ass is too good for the likes of me ,.. then see if it's good enough for this big-cocked animal there!"
Angela again looked at the huge beast. Lucky now lay on his back, his long red animal cock already slipping pinkly from its furry sheath.
"Ben, you wouldn't! You can't do this to me!"
"Why not? Shit, woman, you might like it!
Lucky's one wild fucker. He's done it before, with a whore I brought up one night. So he won't need no coaching. I think he'd rather have a pretty little thing like you than one of his own!"
Ben sneered, his belly trembling with excitement.
Angela's whole -naked body was shivering from total fear; not a fear for her life, she didn't exped that even from this monster. But a fear that went beyond that, a fear that she would go on living, living each day with the awful, disgusting memory of what she was going to be forced to do this night. "No!" she cried frantically. "No, please ... Ben! Not that! Not the dog! It's ... it's unnatural! It's horrible! You can't! Ill do anything, anything ... but not the dog!" "Anything?"
"Yes, yes, anything!" She shuffled toward him on her knees, her face streaked with desperate tears. "Wha-what do you want me to do?" she whimpered.
"That's more like it." Ben thrust his hips forward, so that his lustfully jutting prick swayed within a few inches of the sobbing redhead's trembling lips. "For a start," he growled, "you can put my dick in your pretty little mouth and suck it some!"
Angela turned her head away in disgust, and then hurriedly twisted it back as Lucky gave a low warning growl from behind her. The bloated purplish head of her husband's ramrod shaft was throbbing just in front of her mouth.
"Goddamn it, hurry up! Lucky is gettin' tired of waiting and so am I! Suck me, you little bitch! Show your old man what you cheat him out of all the time. Let's see what you can do, dammit. Suck. Suck! SUCK!"
Choking back her tears and her disgust, Angela tried to shut it all from her mind. Fighting back the ^ausea, she lowered her face to Ben's heaving belly, her fingers clasping his long, glistening prick. She explored its rigid length, more to stall for time than anything else, but her delicate touch only excited him more.
"Suck it, for chrissake, girl!" he roared. "Now, damn you, NOW!"
Obeying because there was no hope left, she closed her eyes and let his rubbery, lust-swollen cockhead slide slowly between her ovalled lips. It wiggled easily over her tongue, thrusting far back in her throat.
Almost hypnotically,. as his fingertips closed around her skull and guided her, Angela began bobbing her head up and down the thrusting, fleshy staff, milking the gagging bulk of the wetly gleaming shaft with her lips and tongue.
Ben was breathing heavily, his forehead wet with sweat as he undulated his hips to plunge his aching cock in and out of the nakedly kneeling redhead's distended mouth. His tightened balls felt as though they were about to explode. The muscles at the back of his legs were trembling, and his belly jerked in convulsive spasms as the scalding wetness of her clasping hot lips pumped the quivering hardness of his raping cock.
This was what he'd been waiting for, by God!
This was the way he'd dreamed of seeing the proud little bitch-on her knees before him, humiliated and helpless under his command! Christ, he'd have her screaming for it yet!
Abruptly, he jerked the wetly glistening rod of cock from her distorted mouth and leaned down to spin her around so that she was facing the bed.
"Kneel down with your head on the bed," he snarled. "I'm gonna fuck you 'till you scream for more!"
Angela shuffled around to obey.
Her nakedness was his now, his to command. She had lost the will to struggle any longer. She would do anything now.
Her husband maneuvered his sweat-moistened body into a kneeling position directly behind her. His eyes gleamed wildly as he took in the incredible deliciousness before him. Her firmly shaped ass cheeks quivered temptingly just inches from his thick, throbbing, swollen cock.
He inched forward, and the blood-engorged head of his turgid meat slid between the smooth, partially-opened insides of her thighs. He rocked forward on his knees, then back again, relishing the fantastic sensation of his iron-hard prick sliding wetly over his young wife's pussy lips. It moistened as it slowly slipped through the furrow of the soft pink lips. The oozing trickle of cum that dripped from his thick dick's pulsating head got her cunt lips wetter for his entrance, the kind of entrance that would jar her teeth loose.
Again he worked it back and forth between the soft lips. He could feel the first traces of her own juices beginning to dampen the shaft of his huge prick as the swollen tip parted the pinkish lips and opened up her pussy to his hungry gaze.
He could see the soft, warm cleft of her young cunt. He eased the blood-filled head up to the fleshy, moist hole of her cuntal passage. His hands gripped the edges of her trim hips, holding her in position as he prepared to fuck into his cringing wife's tightly trembling little cunt.
"Reach back here and put my dick in you!. Put it in real slow and easy, baby! And ol* Ben will give you a reaming out like you've never had before. Put it in! You think that sweet cunt's made of gold? I'll show you! You little bitch, put it in you!"
No choice remained for her now. Reaching back under her belly and between her open thighs, Angela took his turgid, blood-filled meat in her hand. She slipped it between the soft, fleshy lips of her pussy.
It entered her easily, slithering deep up the warm sheath of her cunt. She heard him gasp as the constricting walls of her tight pussy gripped the swollen shaft of his prick and sucked its burning thickness to the hilt far up inside her cuntal hole.
Then, as always happened with he got his cock inside her, Angela went wild. When he started pounding his big meat in and out of her cunt a sexual frenzy rolled through her tortured body.
The walls of her pussy began a rolling spasm as they contracted rhythmically around the thick cock.
She moaned with lust.
She was going to come, she knew it. She could feel it.
Her cunt was only waiting for that one, last powerful stroke to throw her whole body into ecstasy.
And then the other thing happened that always happened; Ben growled and came.
There was no thrust that brought her off. There was only a hot surge as his scalding cum filled her cunt, and then a painful, aching void when he pulled out of her.
"You bastard, YOU ASSHOLE PRICK!" Angela screeched, clawing at her own cunt with trembling fingers.
"What the fuck's wrong with you?"
"You! You're what's wrong with me!" she cried, rolling over onto her back and ramming four fingers up her pussy hole. "You always do this to me!"
"Do what, you bitch?"
"Leave me hanging, leave me half-fucked! Oh, damn, I wish I had a real cock in my cunt, a cock with some staying power!"
Ben's face turned a bright red. "Stayin' power, huh? Real cock, huh? Okay, you bitch, you'll get it!" He snapped his fingers. "Take her, Lucky. Pour that dog cock to her!"
"No, no, you bastard, NOT THAT!"
But the big animal, was already on her, between her thighs. The bloated head of his bestial dick was already thumping against the syrupy lips of her heated cunt.
The the dog's muzzle was at her tits. Angela watched in fascination as the beast held her tits with his nose while his long, wet tongue licked at her nipples. His tongue was lapping and slurping all over them. Suddenly, Angela realized that the dog was doing more of a job turning her on than Ben had ever tried to do. She heard blissful moans of ecstasy coming from her own lips.
God, she thought, I want it. I want this beast to fuck me!
It was then that she knew how much she hated her husband. And it was then that something snapped in her mind.
"Oh, you beautiful dog, you! Yes, yes, lick my tits and then fuck me!"
"Jesus Christ," Ben rasped, as he stared wide-eyed down at his wife and his dog. He couldn't believe the change that had suddenly come over Angela.
Lucky was encouraged, somehow knowing that his mistress was getting hotter. He dropped his head and lapped over her stomach. It tickled Angela so badly that she had to cup her tits to withstand the thrill. She rolled over, trying to get away from the dog's torturous tongue. Lucky stood crouched above her, licking her ribcage, sending thrilling delights to tremor through her body. She wriggled and squirmed, her body quickly becoming as taut as a bow.
Lucky'smelled hot female pussy. He kept licking her and wagging his tail, backing down her body to let his tongue explore. Then he saw her raise her leg and bring it across her body, leaving her thighs exposed and bare for his tongue. Lucky dug right in.
Ben could tell that the dog was giving Angela bizarre pleasures. She grabbed her thighs and did the splits for Lucky. The furry beast moved in and lapped around her upper thighs, and finally down to the hole of her ass. He sniffed first, tossed his head as if the smell stunned him, and then determinedly nuzzled it.
Angela rolled her big, beautiful legs up higher so the dog could really get to her. Then she maneuvered her body up on her fours, her ass pointing in Lucky's face. The dog sat back on his haunches. He cocked his head from side to side in appraisal.
Then he was on her, ramming his prick into her hot cunt.
And Ben was watching. Incredible. Angela was actually letting a dog fuck her, and she seemed perfectly happy doing so. Especially when the dog stuck his big animal cock in her. It looked so natural as Lucky continued fucking, getting his come, and knowing he was pleasing this human female- His wagging tail told the story of how good and juicy her pussy was, how hot he was making her by going full speed now.
The dog fucked her faster and faster, until Angela finally exploded. She melted down to butter, loving the dog, hating her own sexuality and herself. Lucky stood over her and licked her hole clean of the cum that he had spilled there. Angela wriggled her butt and spread her cheeks wide apart.
"More, more! Oh, you beautiful beast, stick that big cock of yours in me again! Make me come again!" She rolled over onto her stomach and spread her legs apart and began twisting and dry-fucking the floor. Her hips and her tight little ass quivered violently.
Even Ben's dog hadn't satisfied her.
"Jesus Christ, you are a fucking whore," Ben croaked. "I'm goin' out and get a beer."
Angela heard the door slam behind her but paid no attention. She was torturing her clit against the rough carpet. She was getting closer and closer. She was going to come.
And then she did and sagged completely to the floor.
It was then that the full revulsion of what she had done set in. She knew what she had to do.
She retrieved her address book from her purse, found her sister's phone number, and crawled across the floor toward the telephone.
Chapter Three
Al Malone entered the bedroom, nude, and found his beautiful blonde wife stretched out on the bed, equally nude. She had bathed before him, and he had expected her to be half-dressed by now.
"You'd better get a move on if you want me to take you out to dinner."
"I can wait for dessert" she purred, her blue eyes moving over his body with interest. They stopped at the long, thick hunk of cock meat hanging between his legs. "Right now I'm hungry for something else."
"You're insatiable," he chuckled. He had already fucked her just an hour before when he'd gotten home from work.
"Aren't you?" Mona replied, spreading her thighs so the cunt lips buried in her thick bush yawned open.
Al's eyes swept her lush, blonde-haired loveliness. "Woman, you look delicious, lying there like that!"
Mona smiled. It gave her considerable satisfaction to know that, after four years of marriage, this handsome brute of a man still found her desirable.
She certainly dug him-especially as he was now, with his huge muscular body on total display. His curcumcised prick, though flaccid at the moment, hung thick and long in front of a pair of jumbo balls. He had dark hair, craggy facial features, and the biggest dick she had ever seen on a man.
"Don't you feel like a little more, honey ... maybe?" She squeezed her cunt muscles and made the lips of her pussy open and close.
Al let his eyes wander over her luscious, rounded tits, her slim waist, her softly-curved belly, and her rich, womanly hips. Finally, the tuft of blonde hair at the base of her white belly, where her full thighs converged, captured and held his attention.
Mona shaved her pubic hair at the sides and top so that it formed only a small vertical patch on the lips of her pussy. He had told her, the first time they had fucked, that he liked it that way, and she had retained the style to please him.
Now as he gazed at the glossy little pelt, she parted her legs farther, revealing the succulent center of her cunt. It was rosy and moist from her bath.
"You witch!" Al growled, and he dropped to his knees on the king-sized bed.
He gripped her lovely thighs from underneath and spread them as wide as they would go. He bent to the unfolded lips between them.
Mona sighed with pleasure as his mouth burrowed hungrily into her cunt. His tongue lanced deep into the sweet pussy, but, unlike a lance, it wiggled and lapped. She closed her eyes and arched upwards, pressing her pubic bone hard against his face.
He licked in and out of her heated cunt and up across her clit, causing her to release a long, appreciative, "Ooooohrmhhhhh!" He raised his head and smiled at her. His prick was now a veritable battering ram, throbbing out and upward, steel-stiff, thick as a post, and ten and a half inches long. Its plump, purplish head gleamed dully as it pointed at her.
Mona scrambled around, titties bouncing, and fitted her lips to the end of his meat. They sucked and slid sensuously while her hand fondled his taut testicles. Al groaned. He tensed and jabbed his big prick at her, sinking it more deeply into her mouth. "
Her tongue laved the cockhead and her lips sucked greedily. She groaned. Without warning, she jerked her mouth away, letting the huge, rock-hard cock bob free.
"Damn you," he moaned as he gave her a flushed grin. "Why didn't you finish it?"
"I don't want you to go off too fast," Mona giggled. "I like to enjoy a good meal!"
"Okay," he smiled. "Let's go eat."
"Oh, you bastard," she laughed. "All right, come back here. But massage me a little. I love it when you work me up with your fingers first!"
"Okay," he sighed. "Roll over!"
She did. He began to expertly manipulate her tight muscles. She began to relax. He did a thorough job, from her shoulders to the soles of her feet.
"Now the front."
He looked at her inviting pussy spread out before him. His cock was beginning to drip.
His hands kneaded her belly. He felt her hand slip around his already rigid cock and begin to work its massaging magic.
"You bitch," he murmured lightly, lying down beside her. "You're a menace."
She leaned over and kissed his nipples as she stroked his prick firmly. She let her hand slide the full length of his massive meat and he began to quiver. Slowly, she trailed her tongue down the center of his body, stopping at strategic points to kiss and nip and suck. Al's cock grew even larger and more rigid in her hand. When her mouth reached a point just above the start of his pubic hair, she switched her hody around.
"Eat me, honey!" she pleaded. "Eat my pussy while I suck your dick again!"
"Jesus, baby, don't you ever get enough?"
"No, never. Hurry, please!"
"God," he groaned, knowing that she should be up and away, but also knowing that he would ache all night if he didn't let her take him off. His hands slipped between her legs and his fingers trailed along her already soaking cuntal lips. Her ass began to gyrate as he fingered her lushly swollen pussy lips.
She raised her head and applied her sucking mouth to the swelling, red crown of his dick. She let her tongue travel around the edge and dip into the little slit. She sucked the drops of lubricant that oozed to the taut surface. Her mouth widened and she had the head safely within the confines of her suctioning cheeks.
Each time Mona slid up to the head, she went back down on it a little more. The head was scraping her palate and starting down her throat. She started to gag and decided there was no way in the world she could take it all in her mouth, as much as she wanted to. She had to be satisfied with the mouthful she had and let her hand take care of the rest. Her head slid up and down as her hand wrapped around the lower part of the shaft, accompanying her head movement. The other hand fondled his loaded sac lovingly.
More and more Al's hip movements became animated as she increased her activity on his prick. The cum was stirring, beginning to spew out. He grabbed Mona by the thighs, spread her legs and placed her astride his face. His hands grabbed her by the cheeks of her ass and pulled down as his tongue slipped between her cunt lips and attacked her tender clitoris. He could hear her muted sobs as he flayed the taut flesh.
They drove each other closer and closer to an orgasm, he with his face buried deep in her writhing cunt and she with her face impaled on his huge cock.
They ate each other like starving animals, gorging their appetites on the meat of each other's bodies. They couldn't hold back any longer.
Mona pushed her cunt hard against his face as she exploded. She contracted her pussy lips and squeezed his face between her legs, making him dizzy as he licked her pussy fluids.
"I'm coming, baby," Al groaned. "I want it in } you!" I
Mona whirled around, her massive tits bobbing up and down, the forest of her cunt hair folding over to hide her juice-dripping lower lips.
"Do you wanna fuck me on the floor, bent over the bed, or where?" she breathed, moving close, digging her gorgeous tits into his chest and kissing
him hotly. She bit his lips and gored her long, red tongue into his mouth, almost all the way down his throat.
"Where do you want it?" he panted.
He caught his breath as she ground her belly against his cock, crushing it between her thighs and his.
"Fuck me while I lean over the bed," she moaned, offering her body to him for quick caresses, kisses and sucks before she turned away from him.
She leaned over the bed and flattened her hands on the mattress. At the same time, she spread her legs wide and hunched her beautiful naked ass into the air in front of his cock.
Al crouched until he was just under the twin globes of her ass. He reached down and parted the luscious cheeks with his thumbs. Her asshole was extended, relaxed, willing to take his big prick. Below it, the pouch of her cunt spread also with lustful invitation. Its thick, hairy lips oozed the juice of her passion.
Al grasped his cock and swirled it up and down the length of her slit from her asshole to her clit.
"If you want to stick it up my ass, it's okay," Mona sighed. "But get it good and juicy in my cunt first."
Al didn't wait for a second offer. He ground the head of his dick around and around the lubricated lips of her sweet pussy. Then he shoved it in her cunt until the hilt was home and his balls slapped hard against her clit.
"Oh, yeah, you got a cock, lover!" she wailed, grinding her ass and cunt backward into his body.
Al continued to fuck her pussy until his cock was slick with the wet sweetness of her cunt juice. He clutched the satiny bulges of her ass cheeks, one in each hand, as he drove his giant prick in and out of her clutching cunt-hole.
"Squeeze 'em, darling!" Mona cried. "Squeeze 'em till they ache!"
He caressed and tore at her ass, spreading the cheeks and jamming a finger in the puckered hole just above his hammering cock. With the edge of his finger he could feel the rigid, slamming head of his cock through the thin membrane that separated her cunt from her asshole.
"Oh, damn, that feels great! Oh, God, do I love cock! Can you get your dick in there? In my asshole?"
"Hold still!"
Al lowered his cock from her cunt and grasped it with his right hand. Then he lifted his body until all his weight rested on the balls of his feet. He wormed the rubbery head between the cheeks of her ass and into her tight rear hole. The head was all he could get in without exerting a lot of pressure.
"You're tight," he grunted.
"Just for you, lover," Mona breathed. "Shove it on in my ass^hard!" She shivered and spread her legs wider.
"It's liable to hurt."
"Just the idea of being fucked in the ass makes me dizzy," she answered. "I don't care if it hurts-feed it to me!"
, A1. gathered all his strength in his hips. Then he lunged, propelling his big prick forward. He figured he'd be lucky to achieve an inch or so on the first drive.
Mona had a pleasant surprise for him. Her ass flesh parted easily, and his giant cock slithered at least three inches up her butt on the opening thrust.
It might not even hurt her at all, he realized with amazement.
He paused for a moment, re-gathering the power in his hips. Then farther and farther he pushed his prick home. Wave upon wave of erotic sensations swarmed over him as her butthole opened and welcomed his invasion. The ass passage was hot and spongy. It became looser and looser as he fucked into it, but it remained tight enough to give them both incredible friction.
Mona grunted and cried out with joy whenever his hot hands squashed her flesh.
They stayed glued together for a long time, his prick driving deeply into her ass time and time again. Her legs weakened and threatened to buckle.
"Let's get back up on the bed!"
"Yes, yes, let's do it. But don't take it out. Please, don't take your cock out!"
Still locked together, like two fucking dogs, they managed to crawl up onto the bed. Al's cock stayed locked inside her grasping asshole and his hand quickly returned to fondle and knead her marvelous tits.
Mona crouched on her hands and knees as far as she could without breaking the coupling. Then she fell, gently, face forward onto the pillow. Al rode her down. His cock slipped out almost to the knob, but he managed to keep it inside her hot, throbbing channel.
Once he was sure she was steady., he again impaled her asshole with a giant thrust. His prick returned to the very depths of her belly, but his lunge had been so strong that it propelled Mona forward and down until she was flat on her stomach with her arms and legs spread-eagled around her.
He didn't even pause. "Now you're really gonna get some cock!" he shouted.
"Yes, yes!" she wailed. "I can take it... all of it! Give it to me! Fuck me, dammit... FUCK ME!"
Over and over again he hammered her. The fury of his lunges shook the bed. She grunted and shivered, unintelligible words erupting from her constricted throat.
The storm gathered in AFs thighs. He pumped faster and faster. His hands tore into her tits. The storm became more and more urgent, then it broke. He was drenched in a downpour of pure, sweet ecstasy.
Mona screamed with joy as she felt his hot cum shoot up the tunnel of her ass to bathe her bowels with fire. She tore at her clit and soon she, too, was writhing in the ecstasy of her own come.
Her long, wailing moans told him that she was getting her come off. He fucked her in unrelenting fury, still pouring his white juice into her asshole.
Together they roared through the climax and then fell in a pile on the bed. He eased his cock out of her wet asshole and lay gasping beside her. Neither of them could speak for a long time.
"Jesus," he said at last, "that was fantastic."
"Then do it again!" Mona hissed. "Only this time in my cunt!"
"No, dammit, I'm hungry. Let's go eat."
"Oh, all right," the pert blonde laughed. "Let me sponge out the mess you made in my ass."
She headed for the bathroom and stopped when the phone started an insistent ring.
"Hello? Angela? Oh, my God ... sure, sure, baby, it's okay, of course you can. We'll pick you up at the Hastings Station at midnight."
She replaced the receiver and turned to face Al.
"That was Angela."
"Yeah, I figured. What's up?"
"She's finally had it with that asshole husband of hers."
"It's about time," Al sighed.
"She wants to spend a few weeks with us until she can get her head together. It's okay with you, isn't it, honey?"
"Sure. Hell, yes." It was all Al could"do to keep a straight face. He'd wanted to fuck Mona's beautiful sister since the first time he'd seen her. Who knows, he thought, with that big-titted young redhead right here in the house with them, he just might get the job done.
The train out from the city was crowded. Angela was lucky to find a seat between two men. One was a young business executive and the other a rather portly man with a clerical collar.
Angela was^ still burning from Ben's treatment. Looking at the two men, she thought how sweet a revenge it would be to blow both of them right there on the train and then tell Ben about it.
As if he had read her mind, the man of the cloth on her left started leering at her. When the train started, he began rubbing his leg against hers.
Angela was surprised but she was a long way from annoyed. She wished she weren't so damn shy. She would have rubbed his leg .back and slid her hand into his lap.
Instead, she lifted a leg and crossed her knees. In so doing, she exposed a lot of her shapely, nylon-sheathed legs. She was delighted at the way the men kept eyeing her legs and she managed to get her dress to ride a little higher by jerking movements of her knees. Angela got a lot of satisfaction from the way the men responded.
Rss on you, Ben, just piss on you. A lot of men are attracted to me, and almost any one of them could probably do a better job of satisfying me than you could!
Her eyes fell to the front of the preacher's crotch. She saw quite a bulge at the front of his tightly fitted black trousers. Fancy being able to give a bishop a hard-on by just showing him a bit of leg! She smiled to herself and wished she had been able to really give him a view that would get him fully excited.
Putting her hands on her knees, she turned slightly sideways away from him as if to make herself more comfortable. Then when her skirt had risen enough to show off a glimpse of her ass, she eased herself again down and around so that her thigh was rubbing against the side of his leg and thigh.
She enjoyed the way he wriggled, his eyes never leaving where his body touched hers.
Then Angela noticed that the salesman-type on the other side of her was noticing and obviously wanting in on the game.
Her face blushed red and she carefully slid away from the preacher to the center of the seat. As she did, her eyes fell on a young boy of about sixteen directly across from her. From the lewd grin on his face it was obvious that he, too, had caught all the action.
Suddenly Angela wished that there was another woman in the compartment. She knew she would then feel a little safer. That is, if she wanted to feel safe. She was still so mad at Ben that she wasn't sure.
As the miles and the time wore on, she became more and more conscious of the men's stares and the occasional touch of their legs against hers.
Finally she went to the rest room. As she peed, she thought about touching her clit and bringing herself off. But she didn't. It would only make her hotter and more frustrated.
She was about to open the door, when it was shoved violently against her and a man stepped into the tiny cubicle with her.
"Wha ... what?"
"Shit, lady, I saw you playin' kneesy with that preacher."
It was the boy with the leering grin. The grin was even wider now and he had a monstrous bulge in the front of his pants.
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
"The fuck you don't, lady. You're as hot as a fire cracker and about ready to explode."
Oh, God, she thought, did it show that much? Could even this young boy see her wild frustration? Then the boy was fumbling at the front of his pants.
Oh no, he's taking his prick out!
Angela couldn't believe her eyes. This couldn't be happening to her. It had to be a dream, a very bad dream!
Then his pants fell down to his ankles. His cock is huge, she thought, as she saw three inches of the shaft above the elastic band of his shorts. The cockhead was right against his navel.
"Take my shorts down!"
"No, no, you ... we can't do this!"
"The fuck we can't," the boy said, pushing her down to the seat and thrusting his pelvis forward.
His prick was right in front of her face. She looked down, unable to get herself to look at that thing in his shorts. He ran his fingers through her long hair. She shuddered as she felt his hands slide off onto her shoulders. He revolted her. Disgusted her. Everything about him made her sick. She wanted to kill him.
"Now."
He grabbed a handful of hair and forced her head up. She gazed as he inched his cock into her face, sliding the bulge across her lips. The smell choked her nostrils.
"I'm a very impatient guy."
"This is rape!" Angela whimpered.
"I don't think so. You're too willing and hot. Shit, look at you shake. Those big tits of yours can hardly stay in your bra. Do it!"
He was right. She wanted it. But she also wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. She grabbed the waistband of his shorts and yanked them down to the floor. As she sat back out of the way his thick cock dropped straight out like a draw-bridge. At first she looked away, but then kept glancing at it, mesmerized by its size. It was mammoth. She had never seen anything that big in her life. All the men she had seen were small in comparison. He looked like a horse. The head was shaped like a smooth mushroom with a tiny slit on top. She felt faint twinges in her cunt.
"Go ahead, touch it. I promise you it won't bite. It's yours, lady. All yours."
He swung his hips back and forth, sending his prick swinging sideways. She smiled and, catching herself, stopped. She couldn't take her eyes away. She wanted to run her fingers through the thick, kinky pubic hair sprouting out of the base of his dick. Oh, the things she could do with the big hairy huts slung low and full between his legs!
Angela's heart raced and her nipples hardened. She wanted to know what that big thing would feel like in her mouth and what it would feel like shoved up her cunt. She wanted to know. She had to know. She would know.
"Go ahead, lady," he said, lowering his voice, "slip your lips around it and suck me off."
Angela licked her lips and swallowed deeply. She felt a lump in her throat. If he was going to play games with her, she'd play his silly game too! She arched her fingers like a cat, spreading them around his hairy legs. Slowly, she scratched up and down his legs, tantalizing his flesh with her long nails. Up the outside, across the front, down the inside, just skimming his prick, back up the front, then back around to his fleshy ass cheeks. She felt his legs shiver as she drove deep into his soft cheeks. His young body trembled like jello but he didn't say a word, just stood there waiting for her.
She rounded her lips, leaving a small open hole at the center, then inched toward the domed top pulsating up and down with each beat of his heart. She released his ass, scraping her nails sensuously around his legs, stopping at the tips of the hairs growing out of his scrotum.
Inverting her hands, she brought her fingers together, reaching up, teasing the wrinkled sac hiding his balls. She surrounded thern and squeezed them and released them in rhythmic, pulsating movements.
The slight pain followed by rare pleasure started the sperm swirling, building up the pressure like a gusher. She slobbered saliva over her lips and pressed them against the head of his prick. She sucked in, creating a vacuum that held his massive meat firmly.
She released her suck and he fell back. With the deft movement of a snake she lunged, opening her mouth and striking the full length of his cock with her white teeth. As quickly as she touched his hot shaft, she bit firmly but gently and then released him.
The young man fell away, swaying back and forth.
She was playing with him and he loved it. Again and again she flicked her tongue along his meat. Again and again she kissed him. Like a kitten playing with a ball of yarn, she inched her mouth over, down and along the full length of his prick. First, she took an inch, then slid off. But each time she took more and more of his rod until finally the full length was in her mouth. She felt like gagging.
His cock swelled with each stroke. He was ready. The pressure was unbearable. Angela could feel it in his balls and in his prick. She stroked up and down faster and faster. She fondled his balls. He tasted hot and salty. She changed her blow job pace, from fast, quick jerking strokes to long, slow flickering ones.
His cock was fantastic, a marvel, and he was holding back his come. Angela just knew that this young boy would be a wild, wonderful fuck if she could get his cock in her cunt.
She started to pull her head off his meat but he held her in place with both hands. "No, lady, suck. Suck Tommy's big meat!"
Angela kept sucking, running her tongue around the big mushroom head and slipping the tip into his slit. Each time she exposed his slit, white droplets of cum oozed out onto the tip of her tongue.
She closed her eyes and floated on a mental high. She had had enough sucking, now she wanted his rod in her cunt. It was hot and swollen and her sweet, wet lubrication was already flowing down her legs.
She slipped her fingers down into her cunt, gliding them smoothly through the hair along the rim of her swollen lips, inching toward her clit.
There it was, rising like a small bud in a sea of pulsating flesh. She rotated it between her first and second fingers. Shivers and chills raced through her body, unleashing more of her own cum juices. Her breathing grew shallow and rapid. She was coming.
She pulled her mouth off his dick and slid back on the stool, lifting her legs and spreading her knees as wide as she could. She put her feet on each side of him, flat against the wall, and pulled the crotchband of her panties aside to bare her hot cunt.
"Fuck me with it! I want it!"
The young man leered down at her exposed pussy meat. "Jesus, you are a hot one, aren't ya?"
She watched as he stared at her inviting lips and the circular ring of hair lining the rim of her cunt.
"Come on and fuck me! Shove that rod of yours in so deep II 1 drink your cum when you drop your load. Shoot your wad and keep shooting until you run out of juice!"
He dropped down to the floor, resting on his knees. He slipped his hands under her knees, lifting her ass off the stool. Leaning forward, he pushed her legs wide and high in the air as he mounted and inserted his prick between the soft lips of her cunt.
Angela was wet, but her muscles were tight and he pushed hard, driving his rod deep into her cunt. She screamed with pain. He was no longer gentle. He had become an animal, showing no mercy, taking what he wanted.
God, she thought, a beautiful prick like that and all he is is another Ben.
"Stop!" she shrieked, trying to push him off. "You're too big, I can't take you! You're tearing me apart!"
He didn't listen, just kept humping her, drilling deeper and deeper. Pain tore through Angela's stomach. Tears poured down her cheeks. She pulled his hair, scratched his back, pushed his chest, but he wouldn't stop. He was lying on top of her how, pushing his body down so hard she couldn't catch her breath. He sounded like a steam engine. She couldn't move. Her legs felt like they were being torn apart.
But then he started getting to her. His meat was swelling against her clitoris. He was going to make her come; his dick was going to spray out the fire that had been building so long in her pussy. -
"Oh, yes! Oh, God, don't stop! Oh, shit, you're gonna make me come so good!"
But he came. Like a rocket blast, he exploded. It was fast and hard and he squeezed her like a bear as he peaked and squirted his hot, salty white jism into her hole.
"Oh shit, don't stop, DON'T! You've almost got me corning!"
"Got to, lady. We're comin' into a station." He stood and pulled up his shorts and pants.
Angela almost cried when she saw his log-like prick disappear. "No! It's all right! I'll suck it hard again. We have time!"
"Can't do it, lady. Maybe another time."
And then he was gone.
Angela, her body wracked with frustration, straightened her clothes, combed her hair and returned to her seat.
The boy, Tommy, was nowhere in sight. Men, she thought, and boys. They are all the same.
An hour later, the train pulled into the Hastings Station. Angela ran across the platform and into Mona's waiting arms.
"Oh, Angela, honey, I'm so sorry!"
"It's all right," Angela replied, holding her sister tight. "It's better this way."
"Well, you can stay with Al and me just as long as you want. Can't she honey?"
"She sure can."
Then she was in Al's arms. They felt gentle, warm and comforting. She relaxed and let her body melt against him as he held her.
Was he holding her too tight? She could feel his cock against her cunt. Was he rubbing it against her? Oh God, no, not her sister's husband too!
Angela stepped back, hiding her face from her sister so Mona wouldn't see the anguish on it.
Then she saw him, standing by a car, staring at her with that same leering grin.
"Al... who's that boy over there?"
"Huh?" Al swiveled his head around. "Oh, that's Tommy Perry. Why?"
"Oh, I just saw him on the train."
"Stay away from him, honey," Mona said. "He's a bad one, the terror of Hastings."
"You mean he lives in Hastings?"
"When he's not in jail," Al said. "C'mon, the car's over here."
All during the ride, Angela was thinking about Tommy Perry's cock. That is, when she wasn't thinking about her brother-in-law, Al's cock.
Chapter Four
A week went by, a week of torture, as Angela lay in bed each night and listened to her sister and Al frck like minks in the next bedroom.
Then she discovered that quite often they would fool around on the living room sofa for a long time before they went to bed. She wasn't sure, but Angela thought they might even fuck right there on the sofa before coming upstairs and doing it again.
Angela couldn't believe how lucky Mona was to have a loving husband like Al; he wanted to fuck her all the time.
Then, one night, as she lay in bed listening to the muffled voices from below and rubbing her hot pussy through her nightgown, Angela spotted a shaft of light coming through the floor.
She knew it could only come from the living room since those lights were the only ones on in the house. Curious, she investigated.
To her surprise and delight, she found a removable knot hole in one of the floorboards. It was an old house and when it had settled it had caused a crack in the corner of the living room ceiling. This meant that Angela could see through her floor and through the ceiling below, and clearly watch her sister and Al on the sofa.
It was too good to be true. She had already experienced wild orgasms with her fingers while listening to them fuck-what kind of wonderful comes could she get watching them?
She lay down on the floor and put her eyes right up to the knothole. She could.see as clear as day.
They were just getting good and started. They were side by side on the sofa, the lights were turned down, the TV going. Mona had on a short-skirted house dress, drawn in at the waist to emphasize her tits and hips.
Angela, in her nightie, ¦ watched with bated breath as Al kissed Mona and squeezed and fondled his wife's ample tits. Mona was responding, curving her body to thrust her tits into his hands.
At last the kiss ended and Mona settled back on the sofa, letting her legs fall open. The hem of her dress was clear up around her hips so Angela could see her sister's panties and the blondeness of her cunt hair through them.
To her surprise, the sight of her sister's pussy sent a thrill through her own cunt and made her remember how they had fooled around as kids, showing each other their developing bodies and now and then touching one another.
Al whispered something in Mona's ear. She giggled, catching his right hand and drawing it between her legs. His fingers roamed along them.
Angela felt her own cunt turn warm. It was awful to draw her pleasure vicariously, to spy on her sister, but it seemed to help satisfy some of her own cravings. And, of course, she would have to satisfy her hunger, later, the only way she could.
Al's hand was on Mona's cunt now. She hunched on it, stroking his black, wavy hair, the expression on her face clearly showing her pleasure and excitement. Her cheeks were flushed.
Oh, why didn't Ben ever feel me up like that? Angela thought. He never did bring me to a peak while he was pumping away. I had to wait till he was asleep and go in the bathroom to finish ...
Mona's right hand went to the zipper on Al's trousers. Once his fly was open she reached inside, and in seconds his prick was standing up and out, big and long and throbbing.
God, Angela thought, his cock is twice the size of Ben's! It's even longer and thicker than the boy's on the train! Her pussy started dripping as she saw Al's mammoth hunk of meat grow and swell in Mona's hand.
I wonder of my pussy could swallow all that? Angela thought. Oh, God, how fucking rotten I've become ... my own sister's husband!
"Are you sure Angela is asleep?" Al asked, his right hand now undoing the top of Mona's dress.
"Oh, yes."
"You think she hears us when we fuck in bed?"
Mona giggled, helping him with her dress. A lacy pink bra appeared; a small hook in front was all that held the cups together. AI's fingers roved across the jutting tit flesh.
"She probably hears us once in awhile," Mona answered. "When the bed squeaks."
"Why don't you arrange a date for her, and the four of us could go out?"
"Me?" Mona laughed. "You should. Aren't there some available men around town?"
"I've been thinking about it," Al said, opening Mona's bra. "But she's so bashful."
Mona curved her bare titties forward. The small pink nipples were stiff. The sight of his fingers on Mona's white flesh made Angela's own tits tingle and ache. Ben had never troubled to caress her titties, or even kissed them. He had always rushed on top, grunting and hunching like an animal.
"Do you ever think about Angela-in a sexual way?" Mona asked, teasingly.
"It's crossed my mind," Al answered.
"I thought it had," Mona said, but not in an angry way. She trembled as Al fondled her boobs. "I think her being here has helped us... you know, have more fun fucking."
Al chuckled. "Could be, sweetie, could be."
Al was positive that Angela had heard the bed squeaking often enough, since only one wall separated the two rooms. The past week he had purposely made more noise than he had before Angela's appearance on the scene. Mona evidently took this as a positive sign of his increasing pleasure with her.
However, while he was pumping Mona, or she him, he often wondered what Angela was doing just beyond the wall. Probably playing with herself, or using a dildo.
He had really started wondering what kind of fuck Angela would be. Mona was good, but often she would conk out after only one good come. Al was good for three or four a night.
Thoughts of Angela, and playing with his own wife's tits, made his mind float to Susan Thompson. Susan was a sixteen-year-old brunette who had been giving him the come-on for months. Hell, he was old enough to be her father. Still, she was plump and big-titted, and she was always hanging around the store when no one else was around. Jesus, did she have it! But she was jail-bait.
Anyway, it was fun to think about what he'd do to her if she was still horsing around when she reached legal age. Young and soft and fresh. She didn't hang around enough to cause any rumors, although she often used a phone booth and called him, knowing the store had a private line.
Thinking of Susan made his cock harder and his hands work harder on Mona's tits. God, she was a hot-looking little shit. He'd heard she was dating young Tommy Perry. Al wondered if Tommy was getting into it.
She wore the shortest skirts and the tightest sweaters of any cunt in town. She had matured young and it stuck out all over. Everyone expected her to be knocked up any day, but she was apparently too wise for that. Half the young studs in town were on her trail.
Al didn't trust her, yet. Let her grow up a little. But if he wanted a quick hard-on, all he had to do was think of his sister-in-law or the teen-age cunt Susan.
"What are you thinking about, honey?" Mona asked. "You look like you're miles away."
"No, no, baby .. . I'm right here." Al tickled the soft, wet flesh around the edge of her pussy. "And I'm thinking about shoving my big dick up in there!"
"Ohhh, Al, honey," Mona gasped, as he tongued a pert, stiffening nipple and ran his fingers up and down the length of her hot slit. "I just love it when you finger my pussy like that!"
Al spread his wife's legs farther apart and tipped her body a little so that her cunt was pointed toward the corner of the room. Then he jammed three fingers into Mona's cunt and started fucking her with them.
Al smiled to himself. He hoped Angela had found the knothole in the floor of her room.
Contrary to what everybody in town thought, Susan Thompson had never been fucked. Oh, she'd had half her hand and her hair brush handle up her cunt a hundred times. She sure didn't have her cherry anymore. But she'd never had a cock in her.
Sometimes it pissed her off, because the whole town thought she was fucking every cock around. But then it was a small town and she did have an ass and a pair of tits that drew more stares from men than just about any other girl or woman around.
Even her father had started drooling over them this past year. That had come to a head when he'd walked into her room without knocking and caught her fucking her pussy with the hair brush. He'd been mad as hell. He'd accused her of being a whore and fucking all the boys.
That was the reason she was in Tommy Perry's basement, on a couch, letting him play with her big tits. Susan had decided to get fucked. And since it was common knowledge that Tommy had the biggest dick of any boy in town, she'd decided he would be her first fuck.
Actually Tommy was her second choice. Al Malone, the owner of the hardware store, was her first. But no matter how hard she had tried to get Al to fuck her for the last six months, he was just too scared because of her age.
So, it would be Tommy. But she was sure that eventually she would have a real man fuck her-Al Malone.
"Jesus, you got great boobs, Susan," Tommy gasped as he mouthed one of her nipples.
"You really like'em?"
"I love 'em! Christ, they're twice as big with your fucking bra off!"
Tommy could feel her smoothness as he pressed into her legs and against her tummy. His chest flattened her tits and the hard nipples burned against him like two hot nail-points. She was now kissing him back, sucking his lips and thrusting her tongue into his mouth and withdrawing it just like fucking. No two ways about it, Susan was ready at long last!
And, lying under him, Susan could feel every hair, every tensed muscle of the boy's body. As she sucked his tongue into her mouth rivers of heat began to flow through her veins. Her mind screamed for the woman's culmination of life, a hot, hard prick thundering up into the cunt between her opened legs!
Her pussy was burning now like it never had before, and she knew as all women know that there was only one true way of really gaining satisfaction. She had to fuck! She would let this boy shove his prick into her no matter how much it might hurt.
"You want it now, baby? You want ol' Tommy's meat up in ya?"
"Yes, yes, give it to me! Fuck me with your big cock! Oh, God, I'M READY FOR IT!"
As she felt" the hot tip of his prick begin to press against the slick lips of her pussy, Susan undulated and thrust her knees higher in an attempt to open her cunt up to the impending drive of that hard, hot meat that she so craved.
Involuntarily she cried out with kittenish mewls of pain and pleasure. "Oh, God, yes! THERE! PUSH IT INTO THERE NOW! GOD, I'M SO EXCITED! INTO MY PUSSY!"
The burning sensation of that cock knob forcing its way into her tight cuntal sheath was maddening, a lash whipping the young girl into unknown realms of bright, warm sensuality. For sure it hurt, and she cried out in agony, but her body pulled up and her ass bucked, making her cunt gyrate eroticaily and undulate to help the penetration of his hot, throbbing prick.
Her ankles locked above the small of Tommy's back and she twitched her leg muscles, jerking her whole crotch up against the blood-filled hotness of his spongy-hard meat.
Her hair brush had never been like this. Tommy's dick felt more like his arm or his leg as it bored deep up into her cunt.
Then he rammed her hard and his pole severed her cunt to its full length.
"AARRGGGHHH! OHHHHH!"
"Okay?" he panted.
"Yes, yes, it's good! Off shit, it's as good as I thought it would be! FUCK ME WITH IT!"
But still she kept screaming as Tommy started fucking, ramming the full length of his hard meat up her cunthole.
Her screams of animal pain didn't serve any purpose except to incite Tommy to further lust. He flicked his hips forward quickly, slithering the whole of his bloated, sensitive cock knob slickly in between those trembling, delicate pink cuntlips. They curled tightly around it, trapping it in those hot, wet depths.
He pressed forward again, mercilessly this time. His lust-tingling prick slid in agonizingly slow, scraping veins, hot and quivering and now throbbing as never before.
God, she couldn't believe what she had let herself in for. The pain radiating up from her pussy hurt worse than anything she could imagine. And that shaft just kept sliding up, as though it were a snake slithering up to invade her tummy. Her legs were now moving like the legs of a girl riding a horse bareback, alternately pushing and pulling in a jerky rhythm. At the same time her mind willed her body to push the cock away. Her seared cunt cried out even louder for those legs to lock and tighten, pulling that jackhammer of cock-flesh all the way up to the hilt in the sex-thirsty hole of her pussy.
Her cunt won. "YESSSSSS, FUCK ME! POUND ME! OH SHIT, RIP MY PUSSY APART WITH YOUR BEAUTIFUL DICK!"
"I'm doing it! I'm really fucking you, Susan!" Tommy panted. The sensation of her tight cuntal sheath grasping his pole thrilled him and he flexed it deep inside her, the knob butting against the thin tissue of her cunt.
Thrills of unimaginable keenness shot through Susan, making her tingle deliciously. She thought that the cock was all the way in!
But she was wrong. There was more, much more.
His steel-hard spike of cock-flesh slashed into her cunt like a sword, and the two pelvises met with a bone-crashing thud. Pubic hairs speared into the sensitive flesh of her widely stretched cuntal hole and his wrinkled and hairy balls swung against the tanned furrow between the widely separated ass cheeks.
"AAARRRGGGHHHH!" Susan shrieked.
Her body roared in pain. She fainted for a moment, and fell limp even though her ankles remained locked over the back of her fucker? Those fleeting spasms of almost pure pain dulled, and Susan was finally left clinging to Tommy. Gradually her cunt muscles began to quiver and work, stimulating his hotly trapped prick.
A new set of experiences began to seep slowly into her body, springing from the well of her pussy.
"Oh fuck, you got a sweet, tight cunt! FUCK ME, SUSAN! OH, SHIT, FUCK ME BACK!"
"GODDD YESSSSS!" Susan, now well beyond her years, replied.
They began to work together. Every thrust of Tommy's -cock was still a mixture of pain and pleasure, but one thing was sure-she had to have more!
Blinded now to everything but her own lust, Susan began to pump, pulling his flailing buttocks down with the spurs of her hard little heels. She bucked up to meet those hard, satisfying thrusts, and each time that throbbing, hot piece of meat would saw into her, she would cry out as though she had been fucking forever.
"OHHHHH, GODDD! HARDER!" she called in complete animal abandon. "HARRRDERRRR!
FUCK ME HARRRRDERRRR!"
And then she felt the roaring explosion of a come blasting through her cunt.
And above her, sweating now and flailing down in a mad, ecstatic frenzy, Tommy was coming too. His balls had exploded within their sac, spewing hot cum. His juice raced through his hard, throbbing dick to spurt in a hot gush up against the very top of her cuntal channel. It drenched her quivering depths with scalding male cream. Her buttery cunt was flooded and she felt yet another release.
As that steaming cum splashed up into her very belly she cried out, knowing that she had been well and truly fucked. She suddenly felt so satisfied that every cell in her body, down to the marrow of her bones, seemed to disintegrate into nothingness.
"Did you get to come?" Tommy gasped, still lurching his meat in and out of her hole.
"Yes! Oh yes, it was good!"
"I'm still hard. Wanna fuck some more?"
"Oh yes, Tommy, lots more! I want to fuck lots more!"
And in her mind, Susan thought, I want to fuck lots of other cocks, too!
Chapter Five
Angela lay on the floor, still staring through the hole, her tits mashed and rubbing against the hard boards. In her mind she was screaming for Al to fuck her, fuck her, fuck her!
Mona's thighs were a yard apart now, so Angela could see every detail of her sister's beautiful cunt slit. Al was still furiously finger-fucking her. It was as though he knew that Angela was watching and he was getting Mona aroused for his sister-in-law's benefit.
Did Al know that she was spying? The lamp was turned up as bright as it would go. The mere suggestion that he might be aware of her peeping made her tender tits quiver, heightening her thrill.
Mona's eyes were closed. She uttered a giggly moan of delight. Her fingers danced along Al's prick which was growing bigger and bigger. He kissed first one pink, hard-tipped nipple and then the other, while his fingers slid in and out of her cunt.
Ohhh, I can't bear much more of this! Angela thought dizzily. I'm almost ready to have a climax!
She reached under .her nightie and placed her hand on her burning pussy. She was dripping, her tender clit erect and swollen. She spread her legs wider, even though the motion was awkward in her position, and pushed her finger into her cunt.
If I had that big prick in there, I'd go out of my mind, she thought enviously.
While Al favored his leggy blonde wife with a finger job, Angela hunched on her own finger. The sweet waves of pleasure turned sharper. She hadn't had a come since the day before yesterday; she was dying for it.
Then they were undressing.
"Get on top, honey," Al hissed, when they were both naked. "Ride my cock!"
Mona eagerly straddled his hips and reached between her legs for his monstrous dick. She ran the huge head up and down her slit until it was fully bathed in her cunt juice and then started lowering herself.
"Easy, sweetie," Al moaned. "Make it last."
She rested a moment, running her fingers across his chest then through his hair. Slowly, she raised a bit, the muscles in her legs flexed. She uttered a husky gasp and eased downward.
Angela caught a glimpse of Al's swollen prick just before it entered Mona's pussy. She shuddered, her legs twitched, and she realized she was on the verge of an orgasm.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhh, honey!" Mona cried.
He's in her now! Angela thought. I don't think I can bear to watch the rest!
Mona bounced a few times and then went around and around. Big stiff cock in a wet, slick pussy, Angela thought, how beautiful! She could now see Al's balls, all drawn up tight, and the lower end of his shaft, when Mona raised up.
With her feet braced on the floor, her hands now on Al's muscular shoulders, Mona commenced her fuck action. She came way up, slowly and deliberately, then down in little rotary glides, hunching with increasing abandon.
She wasn't giggling now. She was breathing fast and building her pleasure. In this position Al could kiss her tits. Sometimes he reached down between her thighs and Mona's responses indicated he must be tickling her clitoris. She would hold, halfway out, when he did this.
Then the couple on the couch went wild.
The sofa began to sigh and creak. Mona bounced faster, her gasps of joy ringing in Angela's ears. Whenever she went too fast Al grabbed her hips and held her still for a few seconds.
"Ohhhhh, please!" Mona begged.
"Lots of time, sweetie, lots of time."
"No, no, Al, I'm close! POUND ME!"
"Then come, honey, COME!"
"Soon," Mona cried. "Are you close?"
"Yes!" he panted. "I'm almost there right now!"
Mona reached down between " her legs and caressed his big balls, knowing that what they contained would soon be hers.
Suddenly, she pulled away, off of his cock, and scrambled until she was beneath him. She practically sucked the full length of his giant prick back into her pussy.
"NOW! GIVE IT TO ME NOW!" she begged.
Their bodies slapped together. The tension began to mount inside Mona in a line that ran from between her tits, down her belly to her pussy. Her pussy was screaming for relief.
She squirmed and bucked, writhing around frantically, trying to reach for her orgasm. Al fucked her mercilessly, his ass going up and down in a blur as he buried his prick into his wife's cunt up to its hairy hilt on every stroke.
Mona tossed her head from side to side, her hair flying, covering her lovely face. She gasped for air as the changes came within her body. Then she gave herself up completely to her climax and shot skyward, reveling in the ecstasy of the moment.
Juice spasmed from the inner recesses of her pussy. She came and came. She was totally turned on. Her come didn't stop, it just went on and on.
"Ohhhhh, that's so beautiful!" she panted.
"I could fuck you all night," Al breathed.
The cum which had now begun to ooze from betwen Mona's quivering cuntlips was occupying Angela's mind totally. Mona spasmed again, covering the head of Al's driving cock with rich, thick juice.
She grabbed his ass and pulled him harder into her. The series of collisions almost knocked the breath out of her. Her big tits shook violently as her body entered that hazy realm that climaxes always produced for her.
Al slowed just a little. He was breathing hard and fast, his come almost upon him. He rolled her onto her side and fucked her in long, smooth strokes as her come continued.
Mona put her upper leg across his thigh and pressed her tits into his chest. "Take it," she crooned. "Take my pussy-all of it!"
He played with her magnificent tits, kneading and rubbing them gently as he pounded his enormous hunk of meat into her cunt. She reached down and cupped his balls, trying to make him come.
"Come in me, come in me," she whispered in his ear.
With a rending cry of animal lust, he sent a stream of burning cum up into her seething pussy. His balls spat again and again. She threw herself against his body frantically when she felt the hot jism hit her.
The vision of ATs prick, all slicked and swollen, appearing, then disappearing, was too much for Angela. She couldn't wait any longer.
She dived her hand down to her pussy and found her erect clitoris. A few light caresses, and she was shuddering into it. She sank backward on the carpet, writhing, lost in her quaky delight, her hips thrusting, thrusting as though she had AI's big prick inside her. The pangs of joy were so intense she almost shouted; it took great effort to keep quiet. At last the tremors faded into a blissful descent while the sofa continued its pattern of squeaking.
Angela recovered and put her eye back to the hole just as Al and Mona reached their peak again. He gripped his wife's ass and drove his giant cock into her hole in fast lunges. Mona's wail came shrill and fierce. Her body quaked, her ass curled slightly and then they were locked together, panting, straining for the full measure of joy.
Angela couldn't see Mona's expression, since she faced Al, but she could see his. His mouth was twisted with pain and passion. He moaned and finished with a frenzy of hard lunges. Mona was already limp, sagging against him, shivering out the rest of her orgasm.
Oh God, I know it's wrong, Angela thought, but I've got to! Pve got to have my brother-in-law's prick up my cunt!
Several more nights passed, each of them filled with Angela watching Mona and Al fuck on the sofa or hearing them bang away at each other in their bedroom.
It was pure hell for her. She knew she wouldn't be able to stay in the house very much longer without raping Al.
She was about to tell them both that she was leaving, when Mona came home with a new dress for her.
"What's this?"
"The dress you're going to wear tonight," Mona replied. "Al and I are taking you out to dinner and then some dancing. You've been stored away in this house too long!"
"But, Mona ..."
"No arguments. How do you ever expect to meet a man if you don't go out?"
Dinner was wonderful, and afterward they found a tiny place with good drinks and dancing. The two girls flanked Al in a small booth. Angela was sure her pussy was dripping.
"Honey, dance with Angela," Mona urged.
"Oh, you two go ahead," Angela protested.
"A man likes a change once in a while," Mona laughed.
As Al guided Angela out onto the crowded floor, his prick tingled. She exuded a sensuality that set his juices flowing. Maybe some characters would consider her slightly oversized in the hip, and too tall, but not him. And the sweet jut of her cone-shaped tits ... man alive, did he want to get his hands on them!
He put his arm around her waist and felt the press of her tits on his chest. His cock leapt in his pants. No one would be able to see, with the pack of other dancers around.
Angela trembled. With the pressure of his hand in the small of her back, her lush hips pressed against him, warmly. She was tall enough that the curve of her pussy rested exactly on the hump in his trousers.
He pressed his pelvis forward, hard, into her crotch.
"Oh, stop it, Al," she murmured. "Please."
A shiver ran through her body. He wondered how long it had been since a man had held her this close? And she sure as hell wasn't pulling away, acting coy. He pushed his bulge boldly forward, rubbing it-on her tummy, tightening his arm on her waist.
"Don't," she pleaded.
He knew in spite of her protests, she loved it.
She was eating it up.
With he flattened his hips against hers, Angela felt the thrust of his cock. She knew she should draw away; she even asked him not to hold her so close, but the pleasure was too great to break away. Besides, why be old-fashioned? One dance didn't mean that much. So she yielded, snuggling to him, floating on a warm cloud of sensuous arousal.
"Hmmmm," Al whispered. "You're wonderful, Angela." "Stop teasing me!"
"No, I mean it. I didn't realize you were so sexy."
"You don't know how much I appreciate that, Al."
I'll have to move out, though, her mind raced. I want him and I can't have him. It's pure torture!
"I'd like to get you alone," he whispered, holding her tighter.
"Oh, don't!" she said, her voice choked. "Your wife ... "
The dance ended, much too soon, and he gave her a hard, parting hug. A delectable achy fire burned in her tits, her cunt yearned.
If we dance many more times I'll have an orgasm! she thought dizzily.
As Al guided her back to the booth, Angela couldn't remember when she had been so aroused.
Her panties were becoming moist and sticky with cunt syrup.
A vision of his prick going in and out of Mona's pussy swam before her. She lifted a highball to her lips as a cover-up for her excitement. She almost tipped the glass over.
If he wants me tonight, if we have a chance, he can have me, she thought boldly. Wrong or not! When we dance again I'll let him dry-fuck me right out on the floor. I don't care. I have to have it!
"I have to pottie," Mona said, rising from the booth. "Be right back."
Angela watched her sister's wide ass weave through the tables and felt the pressure of Al's leg against hers.
She saw him steal a look down the front of her dress where the shadow between her titties lay. She was aware of the jut of her tits.
"You ought to wear sweaters," he murmured in her ear. His leg pressed harder, "with a pair like that."
"Mona and I are the same size," Angela gulped.
"Maybe," Al smiled. "But not shaped the same." His hand sneaked under the table and beneath her dress. His fingers touched her thighs, then moved boldly over her bare, warm flesh.
"Ohhh, don't!" she breathed. But was she pulling his hand away? No!
"Open up for me, sweet," he whispered.
I can't bear this, she thought, quaking inside. But her thighs spread as shock waves of erotic joy fanned along her legs to her cunt.
"Mmmmm, smooth and nice," Al murmured, tickling higher and higher. Then he cupped her pantied pussy, jolting Angela with exquisite delight. She shuddered, her hips lifted, and then, under the overpowering stimulus of the liquor and his nearness, with his hot breath in her ear and his palm on her cunt, the last barrier toppled and she felt herself flow.
I'm having it, she thought wildly. Ohhhh, I am!
She gripped his arm on the table-top and hung on while all else faded but her searing passion. She clamped her legs on his hand while devastating thrills twisted her cuntal region.
"Jesus, honey, are you comin' that easy?" "Yes," she whispered. "Yes, I can't help it." Both her mind and her cunt were screaming. I'm going off, right here and now! Ohhhhh, my God! She jerked and shuddered as the honey rolled from her pussy. Electric shocks coursed up to her tingling breasts and back along her thighs.
She sank back against the booth, eyes closed, spent with her spasms of passion.
"You wonderful hot pussy!" Al breathed into her ear. "I didn't realize .... "
"Oh, Al!" Angela gasped, but she could say no more. Her pussy was all wet and the relief was so good, so wonderful, she didn't care about anything but the heavenly twinges in her cunt.
His fingers pulled her panties aside and found her soaking slit. "Sweetie, I have to fuck you," he whispered, nipping her earlobe.
"Oh, I know," she breathed, trembling. "But how can we?"
"I'll figure a way tonight!" His hand was cupping her pussy again. "Was it good for you, sweet?"
"Ohhhh, wonderful!" I'm Mona's sister and here I am saying Ves*s to her husband, craving him like a bitch in heat, yearning for his big, long prick, his tongue in my mouth, his hands on my nipples...
Again she slumped against the back of the booth as Al removed his fingers from her pussy and his hand from beneath her dress.
"Hi, I'm back!"
Angela looked up into her sister's smiling face. "Hi," she said weakly.
"Did you two have fun while I was gone?" Mona's eyes twinkled.
Oh God, Angela thought, she knows! And, what is worse, I don't think she cares!
Fucking Tommy Perry had become an every night thing for Susan Thompson. Mostly they did it in the park or the back of his car. When his folks were out for the night, they did it at his house.
This was one of those nights and Susan had been looking forward to it. She much preferred to take his big cock on a bed.
"Jeez, you're late," Tommy said, leading her down to his basement bedroom. "Hurry, get your clothes off. I can't wait to get your beautiful pussy over my dick!"
Off came the dress. Her tits overflowed her bra ¦ and her panties molded to the amazingly '.curved hips and the thrusting mounds of her solid teenager's ass. She moved so that the twin cheeks fought like living things beneath the fabric of the very tight panties.
Smiling, she rolled the panties down over the wide, squirming hips, past the dome of the dimpled belly and the columns of her fleshy thighs. She faced him, gloriously naked.
Tommy chucked his clothes, lay on his bed and ordered her to straddle him. Susan approached him with a wiggle of her voluptuous hips and climbed on top of him, her thighs forked widely, her ass resting on his upper legs.
He told her what to do. She strained the muscles in her thighs and raised her ass ever so slightly. He seemed bigger than ever, and as he threaded himself into her cunt hole, tears seeped from the corners of her closed eyes. Their bodies fused, and Tommy sank back in contentment, Susan had his monster prick lodged well within her. She revolved her ass wickedly. It went around with a fury that was both frenzied and erotic. Tommy gasped and reared and it was over. He shot like a geyser, pouring the hot cream into her cunt. It drained out, wetting her clit, and rolled down the still hard column of his cock.
"Jesus, that was fast!"
"That's okay, baby, you're gonna get good and satisfied tonight. I invited all my buddies over for a little!"
"What?"
"Meet Charlie, Tim and Freddy. They're my gang!"
Susan whirled around on the bed, and gasped at the three naked boys standing over her, gripping their hard cocks. They leered down at her cum-dripping cunt.
Susan covered her pussy with her hands. "No! Tommy, how can you do this?"
"Oh, shit, Susan, c'mon. You're still hot, ain't ya?"
"Yes, but... "
"C'mon, they're my buddies. We share and share alike!"
"No! Fm not gonna fuck the whole town for you!"
"Damn it, you've fucked me four times in one night. What's the difference if you fuck one cock four times or four cocks?"
"A lot!" she hissed and started to roll off the bed.
"Bullshit on that," gasped Charlie, the biggest of tlje three boys. "I want some pussy!"
He threw himself between Susan's thighs and rammed his dick up her cunt. Susan's pussy was still open and syrupy from her come with Tommy, so his big prick slid in easily.
She was still hot from-not coming with Tommy so, even though she didn't want to be used in such a way by the strange boys, her cunt clasped greedily to his cock.
"That's it, Susan!" Tommy cried. "I knew you'd be a good sport!"
"God, look at her fuck ol* Charlie!" said one of the other boys.
Susan couldn't help it. Her pussy betrayed her. She did indeed need more fucking.
Charlie grasped her tits, shaping the tips into crested points. Susan linked her hands behind his head and rubbed the lower portion of her belly against him. Her weight was tossed from one heavy-fleshed leg to the other while her ass revolved slowly.
He fucked her while standing, squatting a bit to gain leverage, resting his hardened prick on the slit of her luscious cunt, and then shooting up inside her like a streak. It hurt, but it was the kind of pain that the teenager welcomed. She became delirious from his in-and-out movements. But just when crazy things began to happen to her, the son of a bitch came.
She felt the juice running down her legs, three separate streams that joined somewhere near her knee. She was disappointed.
"More! Gimme another cock, quick!"
Another of the boys, she didn't know or care which, flipped her over onto her elbows and knees and jammed his face between the cheeks of her ass. He pressed his mouth to her asshole and slid his tongue in deep.
Susan spread the cheeks of her delicious ass'until they tightened and appeared as polished as twin melons.
The boy couldn't get enough of her fantastic rear end. He rested his chin on the creamy globes and sank his teeth into her luscious flesh. And he stroked them and stroked them. Susan, now agitated well beyond control, gyrated her succulent ass and the boy, poised above her, drove down, entering her in one driving thrust.
The bastard was good, she thought then, he didn't miss the mark but sent his prick into the hole of her ass and started pounding.
"Oh, God, oh shit, you're in my ass! Fuck me!
FUCK MY ASS!"
She was amazed. It didn't hurt at all. In fact, she loved it, even though it felt as though his cockhead was clear up in her gut.
They fucked like two frenzied beasts. His movements immediately became hammering blows. She was forced to flatten her hands on the bed to support both herself and her lover.
Soon, her asshole began to hurt. Her anus was stretched too wide and besides her excitement now reached its peak. She began to scream. It went on and on and she thrilled from the boy's staying power. Then he came like a son of a bitch, shooting a streaming wad of juice into her hole.
His cum was boiling and it burned Susan's insides. She continued to shake her ass even as the boy's cock shrank back to normal size within her. The act was finally over and she was left unfulfilled.
But there was one hard cock left in the room and Susan, through bleary eyes, saw it coming at her.
"Who are you?"
"Freddy, Susan, and I'm gonna fuck you better than any of these guys!"
"Then do it! Hurry! Shit, I've got a hungry pussy!"
He came to her, their bodies meeting and clinging tightly, their mouths devouring with pent-up hunger. Susan tossed her sizzling body, welcoming his kisses, the contacts with his flesh. Then she was beneath him, her aching thighs spread wide apart for him.
She felt the scorching heat of his leaking cock against the soft, tender flesh at the insides of her thighs. God, was she wet! The sheet beneath her ass was already drenched. But her wetness would only make it that much easier for his entry.
He was kneeling between her splayed thighs, the purple-red crown of his cock gently kissing her foamy wet pussy lips. He swirled his head over her weeping lips a few times, concentrating on her dit.
"Goddamn it, quit fucking around and REAM ME!"
She could feel his cock sliding into her. It felt so good, so big, as it forced its way between the walls of her cunt that molded around it. Oh, God! She was Going to come before he got all the way inside her!
She made an effort to hold back, but saw it was no use; she let go and clung to him tightly. "Ohhh, Freddy, Freddy! I think you're cock's gonna make me come!"
"Then hump me back, baby. FUCK ME!"
He was stiE pushing, squeezing his prick into her. She waited until he bottomed and was adjusted, then her legs climbed, her ankles sliding on the back of his legs to give her better leverage. She groveled beneath him, grinding and pounding herself up at him feverishly.
"Oh, shit, shit!" she gurgled. "You feel so gooooood!"
She guessed from the sounds he was making that he felt pretty damned good, too. As he banged away at her, she matched him thrust for thrust, seeming to drive his big cock deeper and deeper into her belly with each downward plunge. She took that moment to glance at the other three boys. All of them had stiff cocks again.
"Don't worry, you pricks, 111 take you all on again! I'll fuck all your asses off, you sons-o-bitches, and then you can all go to hell!"
And then Freddy was there. Susan could feel his cock swell to bursting inside her. She began milking him with the walls of her cunt for all he was worth, clinging to him to make sure he didn't pull out at the last instant. She wanted him to fill her belly with his cum. "Uuuuugghhhhh!"
She heard him grunt and then the juice flew out of his prick, booming what seemed like quarts and quarts of bubbling hot cum into her spasming guts, splashing her heart. It triggered her own come, bringing her to shattering, mind-blowing orgasm, sending her soaring off into some never-never land from which she hoped she might never return-because there she had found all the joys and sensations she had ever imagined possible.
She fucked them again, this time all at once, with a cock in her cunt, a cock in her asshole, and two in her mouth.
At last she rose, staggering, from "the mass of bodies. Blood, pussy juice and cum dripped like a river down her thighs from her cunt and her asshole.
She stumbled into the shower and cleansed her body. When she emerged, clean and dressed, Tommy was waiting for her with a smirk on his face.
"I thought you'd like it, Susan. You really dig cock."
"Yeah, I really do."
"My folks are gonna be gone tomorrow night, too. I'll have another hard-on for ya."
"You know what you can do with your hard-on, Tommy?"
"Huh?"
"Shove it up one of your buddies' asses!"
Chapter Six
But Al didn't get to fuck Angela that night, or the next. And then it was his bowling night. But he wasn't going bowling. Susan Thompson had been in the store that afternoon and had practically begged him to fuck her.
"I won't tell anyone, Al! Honest, I won't."
It was too much to resist. Al made arrangements to meet the teenager that night, and then made further arrangements to have the guys on his bowling team cover for him.
That night he dressed in his bowling clothes, but secreted another shirt in his bag. "I'm goin', honey!" he called from the door.
"Okay," Mona answered. "But don't get too boozed up. I might want a little when you get home!"
Al laughed and headed for his car.
Mona was propped up in bed, reading, when Al left and Angela wandered in and sat beside her.
"Hi."
"Hi," Mona replied. "Bored?"
"A little. Can we talk?"
"Sure."
Mona was propped up on two pillows. Angela found herself gazing at her sister's pink-tipped tits straining through her thin nightie. Al would come home later and play with them- and kiss them and fondle her pussy and push his big prick in her cunt. And all I can do is listen, Angela thought, and poke my fist up my cunt! She decided not to mince words.
"Mona, I've got to move out."
"Angela! Why?"
"A married couple should live alone."
"C'mon, that's not it," Mona replied, taking her sister's hand in hers. "There's something else, isn't there?"
Angela dropped her eyes. "Yes. I can't lie in there alone another night and listen to you two making it. It's driving me crazy!"
"So that's it. Well, I think that can be taken care of, honey."
"Huh? How?"
Mona smiled and brought Angela's hand up to press against one of her tits. Angela jumped. Her body tingled strangely at the touch of her sister's tit, "Look baby, I'm really sorry. I-I've been thinking. I know this may sound awful, but I read an article in a magazine by a doctor ... about two girls living with one man. I mean, one would have to be married to him ..."
Angela felt a hot jolt along her body. "What're you saying, Mona?"
Mona looked down at her tits, her face slightly flushed. "I know Al would like to have sex more often." She took a deep breath. "Do you like Al well enough to-to live here, like you've been doing-and help me out?"
Angela's legs were shaking. Here it was in so many words. An invitation to share Al!
"Are you sure you're not drunk?" Angela asked.
"Please don't be that way," Mona pleaded. "I think he's getting ideas about stepping out on me.
Maybe he already has. I don't want to lose him, honey. Please try to understand."
"You can't be serious," Angela breathed, her heart pounding. Hadn't this very thought gone through her own mind?
Mona's hand shook. "Wouldn't it be better to have him with someone I know and trust than out catting around?"
Angela was disturbed. They had never talked this way before. It was almost like reading a dirty word in the middle of a nice poem. The whole thing was wrong.
"Well, remember when we were kids and we used to play around?"
"Yes."
"Well, Angela, I remember that only too well." Suddenly Mona pulled up her nightie and pushed Angela's hand down between her thighs. "I want you to live with us, too, Angela."
"This is a perfect place," Susan said, as Al pulled the car into a dark spot beneath some trees.
As soon as he turned the ignition off she was halfway in his lap, her skirt swept back along her plump, soft thighs, her button-down-the-front blouse gaping open, her high-riding titties thrust against his side.
His fingers shook as he held her close, sniffing her freshness, remembering how long he had been watching her, thirsting for something young and tender.
"You gonna give me a real good fuck, Al? Are you gonna fuck my little pussy raw?"
"What do you think, honey?"
God, Al thought, the little cunt was so hot for him he could swear he could smell her pussy burning.
Her left arm was around his neck, and she was kissing his throat. Nothing slow about this baby. He lifted his left hand to her blouse, undoing several buttons. Their mouths met. Her soft lips were cool at first, but they warmed fast, opening for his tongue. She shivered when he cupped a sweet, firm tit in the palm of his hand. Her bra was just a wisp of nylon. The youthful jut of her breast fired his cock.
He teased her nipples and stroked his tongue in and out of her mouth. Her right hand snaked to his crotch, where his prick stuck up against his shorts.
Al struggled with her blouse and bra until he had them off. "Christ!"
"What's the matter?" "You're bigger than my wife ... and she's huge!"
Susan smiled. "I'm glad."
The slope of her big tits, bare now, topped with big brown nipples, the inviting shadow between her opened thighs, under her skirt, made Al harder than ever. He palmed a tit, taking her mouth again, reserving the delights of her hips and thighs for later.
He unzipped his trousers and brought his prick out, guiding her hand over it. He squeezed a tit and felt her shiver.
Jesus, what a pair of tits!
As he drove his tongue deeper and his hand roamed from one juicy boob to the other, Susan's fingers tightened on his shaft.
"Ohhhh!" she breathed, swinging her right leg over his. He nuzzled his face between her tits, teasing the velvety flesh at the rim of her pussy with his fingers, where the thin panties hugged. Her fingers clasped his prick more snugly, her ass scooting farther forward, toward the edge of the seat.
Al delayed touching her cunt, caressing the sweet inner flesh of her thighs. He inched his mouth toward a nipple. Her ragged breathing told him how hot for his cock she was.
"Ohhhh, Al, that's super!" she gasped.
He fastened his lips on a tender tit and cupped her pussy. Her leg, over his, tightened. Her hips curled upward, the nipple stiffening in his mouth. She moaned, her free hand gripping his shoulder, her right hand finally going up and down on his cock.
Al worked his finger inside her panties, feeling the pubic hair on her cunt, sliding it along the wet, hot lips. He vibrated his tongue on her nipple.
"Ohhhhh, Al!" she gasped. He slid his finger into her cunt. She was all slick and expanded. Her uneven breathing, the eager push of her hips, back and forth on his finger, the delightful firming of her tits, kicked his pleasure and passion into high gear.
"Ohhhhhh!" She was nearly ready for it. He started to draw his finger out of her cunt but her left hand clamped down on his wrist. She shuddered, her ass lifted. "Ohhhh, please!" she cried. He found the tiny nub of her clitoris, rolled it, toyed with it. Her left heel thumped on the floor of the front seat, her body arched, her breath sucked in, and then her hips made the final thrusts. He felt the shiver of her come in his mouth, as her nipple swelled, felt it on his hand as her ass shook, heard her frantic panting ending in a fierce cry.
No sound could be sweeter in a man's ears, no sensation could match the shiver of a woman having her come.
"Come hard, baby, come hard!" he whispered.
The spasms wracked her body. The nipple popped out of his mouth while her tits shook and her hips bucked. He recaptured the tit, sucking wildly.
"Come good, baby?"
"Yes! Oh, shit, yes!" Susan moaned. "Oh, Al, I knew you'd be a good lover! Now you!"
Again she grabbed his dick in her hands. She started a slow, steady stroking up and down. He sighed delightedly as she slowly jacked him.
"Does that feel good, Al?"
"Yes, baby ... it feels wonderful!"
He could feel the head swelling, the cum loading up ready to spout forth.
"A little faster, baby ... a little faster!"
She stepped up the pace with her soft hands.
"Faster... faster!"
She stroked faster, his body working with the rhythm of her stroke. His breathing became heavier. She felt his body beginning to tense.
"You gonna come, Al?"
"Soon, damn soon!"
"Then I wanna taste it when you do!" she gasped.
She was holding his giant prick in her hand caressingly, fondling it, skinning it back, letting its throbbing hugeness fascinate her. She leaned her face closer and closer to the cockhead until it was near her lips.
He took her head in his hands and guided her lips to the throbbing cockhead. She seemed to sense what he wanted and flicked out her tongue to lick at the tiny eye in the bulbous head of his prick. He moved his hips forward to encourage her.
"Suck it, honey. Let the head of it go into your sweet moutn and lick and lick and suck on it!"
Susan opened her mouth wide, felt the cockhead enter, and then her lips were skimming along the glistening staff. She liked it, the hard and the soft of it all at once in her mouth. She let him know it by taking more of it all at once in her mouth. She let him know it by taking more and more of his prick inside her. It filled her mouth until it searched out the rear of her throat.
M took her free hand and placed it under his balls. She hefted them, testing their weight and the texture of the hairy skin.
He groaned and moved his hips in tempo with her bobbing head. From the loud sucking sounds coming from her mouth he knew she had built a passion for his cock. She was young, but she was more than satisfying him with the joy of her throat, her tongue, and her cocksucking, saliva-coated mouth.
Suddenly, Susan felt his cockhead swell. It filled her throat as the barrel throbbed and pulsed in her hand. His balls, too, took on a life of their own as great gobs of hot cum spurted into her throat. Her head was nearly knocked backward by the tremendous surge of his hot juice.
Letting his dripping prick slip from her mouth, she looked up at him, smiling as she swallowed his huge load in one massive gulp. "Want to fuck me now?"
"Just gimme a couple of minutes, baby, and I'll fuck your cute little ass off!"
Angela couldn't believe what was happening. She was sweating heavily. Her blood was racing. Her pussy was seeping a flood. And all because she had her hand on Mona's cunt.
Suddenly Mona jumped from the bed. "I want to show you something, Angela!"
"What?" Stop, Angela thought, stop staring at your own sister's ass! Oh God, this is crazy!
"You know those girlie magazines Al brings home? Well, I saw an ad in there. Don't be shocked now."
"I can take it," Angela grinned.
Mona picked up her handbag, giggling. "I sent for a thing called a Vibra-Doer. Recommended for girls only!" She opened her purse and brought out a pink cylinder about ten inches long, an inch and a half across. There was a sort of knob on the end, like a prick!
"I know this is probably crazy, honey," Mona whispered, leaning close to her sister. "But I'd like to have you use it on me!"
Angela couldn't believe her ears. Well, she thought, I guess I deserve it. I tossed it right at her husband. She wants me to make her. Is she lesbian?
My own sister? But Angela couldn't stop the burning in her pussy. "Mona, do you ... oh God, do you know what you're saying?"
"Don't act so shocked, honey," Mona answered. "I mean, haven't you ever, with another girl?"
"No."
"Oh, it's fun!"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean," Mona cooed, "when I climax so hard, with Al, it just tears me up! With a girl it's dreamier, and so sweet..."
"Mona, do you mean you want us to ... to do it together?"
"Yes, yes! Let's have some drinks and undress and have a party! A real freakout!"
Angela shivered. All this talk had really turned her on, she couldn't deny it. And she was starved for sex. She was sick of using her hands, dreaming, hoping. A little fun' wouldn't hurt her. And she might never have Al's hand on her pussy again, or feel his prick.
"All right, let's do it!"
Chapter Seven
Al and Susan were both naked now and in the back seat of the car.
Al was eating her pussy and Susan was going crazy.
"Oh, oh, ohhhh!" she cried softly, curling her ass higher. His tongue was shooting inside, into the hot, wet depths. Jesus, it felt good. Plenty of time for old-fashioned fucking later. Her fingers laced in his hair. "Oh, suck it, Al! SUCK IT DRY!"
Al could tell already she would be a nice fit for his cock. Not too big, not too tiny-just right. Young and ripe and tender.
Slowly, carefully, he worked on her. When he got through she would know she had been cunt-lapped by an old hand. Well, that's what these young cunts craved, a new thrill.
He built her passion gradually toward another peak. Her little whimpers, the dig of her fingers in his scalp, the delightful shake and shimmy of her body, testified to his skill. She loved it. She was going for it like a rabbit, "You want my cock now, baby?" he moaned, lifting his pussy-juice slick face from her cunt. "Yes! Oh, shit, fuck me! COCK ME!" "Get over in my lap," he rasped. She didn't know quite how to manage, so he helped her. In a moment he had her spraddled out, on his knees. He wanted to suck those beautiful tits when she had her next come.
His cock ached for her cunt. He mouthed a tit and used his hands to lift her up, to position her for the entrance. She was all softness and willingness. The head of his prick found the mark, he felt the delectable spread of her pussy lips.
Susan shuddered.
"Ohhhh, yesss," she breathed as he pushed up into her cunt.
She settled down, flinching a bit as he hit bottom. Her hands caught at his shoulders; she started bouncing.
"Not so fast, honey," Al croaked, holding her hips, letting his giant prick soak a few seconds while he tongued her luscious nipples.
Then he flipped her over on the seat and rammed his dick down into her until his pelvic bone ground into hers, bringing a moan of joy from her lips.
"Put your legs around me," he ordered, "and wriggle your sweet slit over my dick!"
"Ohhh, Al," Susan panted, pushing her huge tits out farther. "Please, kiss me ... hurry! I... oh-hhh, please!"
She was coming off already. Swiftly he fastened his mouth to hers and dropped his right hand from her jutting tit to her cunt. Her wide, lush hips curved out and up. He cupped the lush, wet softness of her cunt, his cock driving in deep. Her tongue jabbed wildly in his mouth. A violent shudder raced through her young body as she whimpered into his lips.
Suddenly, her mouth jerked away, her head tipping back. Her face twisted, her hips lunged forward and Al felt the furious pound of her orgasm on his pressing meat. Her quick, lusty upstrokes, the juggle of her big, firm, brown-tipped tits, the shake of her heavy opened thighs, fired his lust.
When her orgasm was at a peak, he removed his hand from the top of her cunt and let his prick do all the work. He started jabbing in and out of her pussy hole in swift, pounding strokes that brought his pelvis in direct contact with her clitoris on every lunge.
The car resounded with the slap, slap, slap of their flesh on flesh. He cut a deeper and deeper path into her belly through the clasping lips of her pussy. There was a wild thrill in the innermost depths of her cunt as he ground into her and shifted his weight savagely from side to side.
He wiggled his tongue between her tits, and her arms tightened around his neck, crushing a big tit against his chest. The hungry clinging of her mouth and the soft, firm luxury of her body inflamed his need. Al's fingers coasted over the warm swell of her tit.
The nipple stood out at least a full inch. As he teased it, she shuddered violently, her tongue livened in his mouth and she arched her tit snugly into his mouth. _
"Fuck me hard, Al," she groaned. "Drive your cock in clear up to my tits!"
"Oh, baby, you don't know," he sighed. "Don't talk... fuck!" she hissed. "GIVE YOUR COCK TO ME!"
His hand moved to the eagerness of her bouncing tits. The nipples fairly leaped into his mouth as her hips hunched forward, driving her hungry pussy over his pole. She felt her cunt and the tender lips of her pussy clench and tighten over the root of his driving cock.
He had barely started stroking in and out of her hole again when she felt the second rise of a climax pour blood into her already heated clit.
"Oh, oh, oh, yes! Stroke in and out like that... do it faster ... FASTER!" she begged, tearing at his back with her nails. She felt her legs shake, her nipple stiffening in his mouth. Her head tossed back and forth, her mouth opened, contorted, as the blast of her come sent a new stream of juice pouring over his balls.
She wailed out her joy as she jumped up against him. She raised her legs until her thighs pressed into her tits and her cunt gaped open for his giant meat.
"Fuck me! OHHHHH, FUCK MEEEEE!" she screamed as the churning of her cunt went on and on and on. Even her cuntlips fluttered on his balls. Her heels dug in and she up-fucked so wildly that she almost bucked him off.
"I'm coming too, baby!" Al bellowed, and drove the full length of his rod into her cunt and ground his bone against her clit. '
The hot cum spurted from his knob deep into her belly. She could feel every glob as it cascaded in pulsing beats from the end of his giant prick.
She shrieked even louder when she felt his climatic spasms and the gushing fuck-juice bathe her inner walls. Her own orgasm was totally liquid, as though she were under water, very slowly floating to the surface, until she was finally able to breathe again.
Between her legs, the sucking lips of her pussy milked his cock and drooled in climax. Within her, boiling cum blasted and filled her hole, jetting in one long stream after another.
Her orgasm had been glorious.
With a sigh, Al rolled onto his side, her legs still around his waist, his cock still hard in her pussy.
"Can you go again?" Susan asked, her voice coming from somewhere in the steamy car aside from her body.
"Yeah, sure," Al panted. "In about a half-hour."
"I'll wait," she smiled.
Neither of them heard the car pull up behind them, nor the crunch of booted feet on the ground.
Tommy Perry looked through the back window of the car and cursed. "Fucking cunt, won't fuck me no more but she'll fuck him!"
He ran silently back to his car and let it coast down the hill away from them. When he was over a hundred yards away he started the engine and headed for the sheriffs station.
"I'll bet the law would just love to catch that dude fuckin' an underage cunt!"
Angela felt a weakness in her legs. She sank down on the edge of the bed, and instantly Mona was beside her, arms around her, finding the catch of her bra.
Oh God, what am I doing? Angela thought. I've dreamed of fucking with my sister's husband. Now I'm going to fuck with my sister!
But she didn't stop.
Mona had the thin bra off now. The touch of fingers on her sensitive tits sent wild thrills along Angela's body.
"Oh, you're so pointy and nice!" Mona breathed, kissing Angela below the ear, drawing her fingers toward the tips of Angela's tits. She shivered and dropped her right hand down between Mona's wide-spread thighs. She knew where to tickle. She had done it enough to herself.
It was exciting feeling another girl's pussy. Mona's tremor, the hunch of her ass against the playful fingertip, gave her a sensation of accomplishment.
"Ohhh, that's good, honey!" Mona whispered. "Tease me a lot, make me want it!"
And then they were at each other.
"Relax, honey, just relax and you'll love it!" Mona cried.
The playful fingers opened the lips of Angela's cunt, finding the clitoris. Angela shuddered, her thighs spreading almost without her realizing it.
"Play with me, honey! Get a finger in my pussy!"
Angela knew she was too far along to stop now. She slid her hand along Mona's tummy, finding her cunt again. Mona curved her ass invitingly. The finger in Angela's pussy cavorted, making her shiver. She hunched on it, arching her tits up higher toward the sensuous lips and tongue. Pangs of need raced through her groin.
Angela closed her eyes, grasping at an image of At It was so dreamy having lips on her nipples. Ohhh, Al hadn't gotten that far with her, and Ben had never taken the time to excite her like this. She panted, glorying in the sweetness of it while she tickled Mona's clitoris.
Suddenly Mona's hand left Angela's cunt and something else touched it. She kept her eyes closed. She was getting the dildo, the vibrator. Her awful burning cunt was going to be entered, to be fucked. It brought a low cry from her throat. Ohhhh, it was going in, way in.
"How's that, honey?" Mona breathed between tittie-kisses.
The girl's voice seemed to lessen Angela's thrill. She wanted to keep on imagining that Al was inside-deep inside.
"Do it!" Angela gasped. She had to be free of this burning in her cunt, the buildup of tension.
The thing went in and out, in and out. Ohhhh, I'm coming! Angela thought. And just when the waves turned the sweetest, she felt the dildo shimmy in her cunt. Swifly her passion climbed. Mona's hard breathing could be Al's.
She bucked up her hips and the juice rolled through her body. But even as the shocks struck her, she knew she had missed something vital, something special that only the odor and touch of a man could bring.
She opened her eyes and saw the pink thing come out of her pussy. A tremor of revulsion shook her. She turned her head.
"How was it, baby?"
"It was a come, but it still wasn't a cock," Angela sighed.
"I know, I know. But it's good. It's real good when another girl does it for you."
Mona flopped down at Angela's left, slender thighs apart, and pushed the object into Angela's hand.
"Now, give it to me, honey!" she panted.
Angela obliged.
"Come on," Mona urged. "Kiss my titties, make me come hard!"
Angela pushed the dildo in and out, while Mona thrust on it, head raised, so she could watch. Mona seemed too lost in her pleasure to notice Angela's lessening enthusiasm. She rotated her hips and kicked her legs in the air.
"Ohhhh, faster, honey!" Mona cried.
Angela again became caught up in the act of fucking-her sister with the phony cock. She pushed and the rubber prick shoved deeper into the cavernous depths of her sister's aroused pussy.
Mona's hungry cunt contracted and released the stiff thing inside her. The dildo drove onward and upward. She wrapped her legs around Angela's back and pleaded, "Ram it in all the way! Stick it in me up to the hilt!"
Angela grabbed the working cheeks under her and lifted them up as she rammed her hand forward, sending the dildo crashing into the hot cuntal depths. Mona screamed out in ecstasy. Their ' perspiring bodies slammed and twisted against each other, sending explosions of joy through Mona. In and out-around and around-side to side-faster and faster, Angela drove the probing cock into her sister's unquenchable cunt. The orgasm was welling up, ready to explode.
"Jam it, ram it! Smash it into me-deeper! Make me come, make me come, make me come-fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Now, now, NOW! I'M COMING! OH, CHRIST, I'M COMM-MINNNGGGGG!"
Mona'a ass was almost a blur. It was moving and gyrating insanely. She squeezed Angela so tightly with her legs that Angela had to force air into her lungs to keep from choking.
Mona let go with a tortured wail and forced her body back on the bed, arching her crotch into the big cock in her. A rapid sequence of spasms and then Mona was done. Her limp body slipped off the still-ready dildo and sank into the soft mattress.
"You want it again, baby?" Mona asked.
"No, no, I can't."
"Oh, for God's sake. You going coy on me? Relax! We can have all kinds of fun."
Angela shopk her head and moved from the bed. She went j:o a closet and found a robe. She slipped it around her body. Mona sat up in bed, her legs wide apart.
"Don't you want to again, honey?"
"I-can't!"
Mona's lips curled. "Well, shit, I was afraid of this. What do you want, anyway? I offered to let Al get in your panties!"
"I think you wanted me around so you could do that!" Angela shot back.
Mona giggled. "Why not? He likes it old-fashioned. We could all get in bed and have a real ball!"
"God, you really do want to share your husband!"
"You bet your ass I do, honey," Mona said.
And from the determined look on her sister's face, Angela knew she meant every word she said.
Al was once again driving his dick into the young girl's hot cunt.
"Fuck me! Oh, God, fuck my ass off, Al! I love itf"
The teenager's pleas charged Al anew, adding to his durability, increasing his staying power. It felt better than Susan could ever have imagined. The giant cock was imprisoned deeply within her and she began to approach the brink of maddness.
She lay back, contracting her nostrils. The sensations were more acute now, a slight feeble flicker beginning in the thick forest covering her lovely body. She revolved her ass madly. She knew she was going to climax. She was coming and she released a blood-curdling scream.
Al clenched his teeth and held fast to her big, outrageously curved body, excited to the point of no control. The hard contraction of her legs created an indescribably painful vise, but the fucker held on.
He came at just the same moment she did. She flung her head from side to side, the thick mass of her hair tossing a delirious perfume into Al's face. Susan was surrendering, and he exalted in her submission, feeling himself grow stronger, harder, even as the cum fled his prick.
Susan lay back, fused to him by the pumping muscle that was his cock, thinking of it as a stake that had been pounded remorselessly by the incessant pile-driving thrusts into her cunt.
Al pillowed his hot face in the cushions of her tits and licked the nipples greedily. The last, sudden, unexpected wild joy caused her body to arch like a bent bow. Then it was over.
"What's that?"
"Oh, shit, it's a car ... oh God, Al, it's a police car!"
"Damn," Al hissed, and rolled away from her.
"Al, it's the sheriff! If he catches us together it'll be hell!"
Al crawled over her, swung the steering wheel into position and turned the ignition key. She was jerking her dress on, searching for her panties. He swung the car around and got the hell out of there.
Well; I hauled my ashes in her, but I wanted more of it!
The mood was shot.
He drove onto the highway. "Think they saw who it-was?" he asked.
"They'll know your car, but I don't think they could tell who was with you."
"I'm sorry, baby."
Susan was sitting away from him now. She slid her panties into her purse. She rehooked her bra and buttoned her front.
They were nearing the edge of the town and its lights.
"Let me off here," she said, patting his leg.
He stopped the car near a row of trees. The first houses were only a few hundred yards away. He was sweating again. He reached for her, but another car swerved into view behind them. Susan ducked down in the seat. When the car went on by, she quickly climbed out of the car.
"What do we do if they recognized us?"
"I don't know," Al said, "but I'll think of something."
"I really dug it, Al. Can we do it again?"
"I hope so," he smiled, and pulled the car back onto the road.
He drove on, seeing her run for cover.
He looked down at his crotch. He' was still unzipped, but his prick was all shriveled now. A strong cunt odor lingered in the car. He would have to get rid of that.
Ten minutes later he pulled up in front of his house. The sheriffs car was waiting in the drive and the lights were on in the house.
"Shit" Al hissed aloud, and climbed out of the car. He decided to go on into the house and bluff it.
Chapter Eight
"Al, the sheriff is here to see you!" Angela gasped, meeting him at the door.
"Yeah, I know. Where is he?"
"In the living room."
"Where's Mona?"
"In bed. She's asleep. Al, the sheriff wouldn't tell me what it is. Are you in trouble?"
"Maybe. Don't you worry about it."
He brushed past Angela with a frown on his face and went into the living room.
Angela heard Al greet Sheriff Harper and then their voices lowered. She couldn't resist. She had to listen. If Al were in some kind of trouble, she wanted to know about it.
"You know the Thompson girl is underage, don't you, Al?"
"Sure. So what?"
"Well, we had a complaint that you were out in the boondocks with her in your car ... naked."
"You got any proof?" . The sheriff coughed. "Well, I did see your car out there tonight, Al. And you were naked ... and so was the girl with you. That's pretty serious."
Angela's heart stopped. Al was out fucking around! Oh, why, she thought, if he wanted some pussy other than his wife, why didn't he just come to me?
Angela remembered Susan Thompson. She had seen the girl several times in town. She didn't blame Al too much. The teenager was a real sex bomb.
Her thoughts whirled. The men were still arguing. Suddenly the idea hit her. She was able to determine from their talk that the sheriff hadn't actually seen Susan Thompson in Al's car.
She gathered her courage together and stepped forward, grabbing the door handle and jerking it wide open. Both men stared at her in astonishment.
"I've been listening," she said, before they could recover. "I was with Al in his car. Understand, Sheriff? I'm the one. Now, spread that over town!"
"I'm not spreading anything, Ma'am. I just have to check up on these complaints, that's all."
Angela bit her lower lip and forged ahead. "Well, in this case, I think the only one who has a complaint is Al's wife and my sister, Mona."
"If that's true, I don't want to interfere. It's strictly a family matter. What about it, Al?" the sheriff said, turning to an amazed Al Malone.
"What about what?"
"Was it your sister-in-law with you tonight in the car?" . "Yeah, yeah, sure," Al stammered.
"Okay, that's all I have to know." The sheriff eased himself out of the room and seconds later they heard the front door close behind him.
Angela leaned on the door-casing. She was amazed at her own performance. Al caught her hand and pulled her into the room. He closed the door and locked it. His arms swept around her and she trembled as she leaned into his embrace, "You're one hell of a girl, Angela," he said gratefully. "I made a mistake, and I would have paid for it."
The touch of him ignited her passion. "I shouldn't have eavesdropped," she murmured. "I just wanted to see you a minute or two ..."
"What if he blabs?"
"I don't care. I don't care who you've been with. I have to tell you something else, Al. Mona wants me to keep on living here, with you two, and ... "
Al cupped her tits and she trembled. "And what, sweetie?"
"She says it would be all right if we-you know, doit."
Her hands shook. His nearness was like a stab of fire in her cunt.
"No kidding?" he blurted. "I know she had something in mind, but.,. will you?"
"Yes, yes! I know you can get other girls. Don't tell her I told you. But, she'd rather have us together than have you tomcatting!"
"Well, well."
Angela couldn't tell him the rest-that she would be asked to play with his wife, too. Or maybe he knew.
"This is about the greatest thing 1 ever heard of!" Al enthused. "I wish we had time-right now."
A shiver of need ran along Angela's body. Her tits in his hand ached to be bared, to be kissed and fondled, with no dress or bra in the way.
His tongue drove sweetly into her mouth. His right hand crawled up to her tits, tugged the top of her dress down until her bra was exposed. She felt the rise in his trousers; it pressed against her pussy.
Oh, why not enjoy him while she could? She curved her ass toward him, shivering. He had her bra unhooked. He fondled her tits, and how they responded. His tongue stroked slowly, voluptuously. Her come with Mona hadn't nearly satisfied her, Somehow it had only exaggerated her need.
Her titties ached painfully and her pussy was sopping wet.
"Al."
"Yeah?" he said, his voice hollow with lust.
"I want you so bad."
His hand squeezed her pussy and she felt a dizzy wave of passion. He kissed the upper slopes of her tits. Oh, God, how her nipples needed his lips!!
A knock in the door jerked them apart. Angela shook herself, breathing deeply. She went to. the door and Al sat down to hide the bulge in his trousers.
It was Mona.
"Oh, there you are, darling! I thought I heard you."
"Yeah," Al said, "I'm home."
"Did you win at bowling?" Mona was being catty as she moved past Angela and stood in front of Al, rubbing her tits in his face.
"No. No, I lost."
"That's too bad. C'mon to bed and I'll make a winner out of you."
Al gave Angela a long, appealing glance of pure sorrow as he passed her.
Mona paused and whispered into Angela's ear as she gave her a goodnight peck on the cheek. "Make up your mind soon, sweetie. If you don't want to stay here with us, I'll bet the Thompson girl does.
You see, I was listening, too."
Another week passed, and Angela was driven crazy. Every time she and Al got together alone, Mona would find them. She would let Angela's passion build to a peak and burst in on them and take Al away to fuck him herself.
"Why don't we just do it in front of her, or with her?"Al finally asked.
"Because, I... I just can't!" Angela cried. She couldn't bring herself to tell Al all the other things Mona wanted, such as having Angela eat her pussy and letting Mona eat hers.
Finally, her cunt on fire for a cock, any cock, Angela went out on the town. She took a bus to a nearby town and went into the first big bar she found right after checking into a hotel room.
At. nine-thirty, the dance floor already was crowded. She saw several tables of girls and some of them were being invited to dance by men who appeared to hang around the bar looking the gals over.
One very drunk middle-aged man, sloppily dressed, asked Angela for a dance and she refused. She was pleased the lights were dim. No one could see her flushed condition. The first drink wasn't doing much for her so she ordered another.
It was awful, really, to place herself on display, like merchandise, hoping for a situation. She had picked the most daring dress she had-short- skirted, very tight over her tits, and displaying every inch of her well curved ass.
Finally a tall man with a deeply suntanned face approached her table. He wore cowboy-type jeans and a brightly-colored shirt. He didn't look too promising, but Angela accepted a dance with him anyway. The second highball was working.
He gripped her roughly. His breath was bad, and she was relieved when the dance ended. He knew he had struck out; he hardly thanked her.
Made somewhat bolder by the liquor, Angela began looking more attentively at the men sitting along the bar. One in a business suit appealed to her. He had gray hair at his temples-might be past forty, but he had a definite sophistication. Probably a salesman.
He caught her looking at him and smiled. Angela felt her heart pound. She smiled back. He left the bar stool and walked over. He seemed a bit drunk, but he wasn't staggering.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked politely.
Her hands trembled. Some of her old shyness returned but she fought it. "Not at all," she said nervously.
"You expecting somebody else?"
"Oh, no, I. .. I'm sorry, I'm not used to this."
He laughed. "I've been watching you. I thought you were about ready to bolt out of here."
He had an engaging manner. Angela began to relax a bit. His name was Jim, and she gave hers as simply Angie. She let him see that she wore no rings ... at least no wedding or engagement bands. "He ordered two more drinks.
Then he quickly brought the conversation around to the obvious point of why they were both there.
"I have a bottle at my motel, Angie," he said.
This was it... the pitch. Angela shivered. Could she, really? Oh, hell, why not? She squeezed his fingers and nodded. Her heart thumped.
As they left, his arm on hers, intimately, she experienced a sharp wave of elation. An older man would be more suave, more experienced. A few more drinks and she could surely swing. Any man was preferable to a girl, or to a dildo!
At the motel, she walked in ahead of him, clutching her handbag tightly. He closed the door behind them. A lamp revealed the interior, dominated by the bed. Thick carpet underfoot. His arms went around her and she swayed against him. Their mouths came together.
Angela remembered Al's hot kisses, the feel of his hands on her body. Jim nibbled at her lips, arousing another shiver. She opened for his tongue and in it came, wiggling excitingly. This wasn't the time to be coy or backward. She hugged him, cuddling her hips in tightly. Her hunger was building.
His right hand slipped between her legs, moving up to her tits. She let him know she liked it. She pushed her breasts forward. The drinks were helping her. He didn't jerk at her dress, as Ben always did. He acted more like Al, fondling gently. Her nipples tingled.
"Oh, goddam, you're gonna be a good fuck," Jim moaned. "Let's get our clothes off!"
Angela nodded. "Play with me a lot, will you?"
He chuckled, obviously pleased. He gave her cunt a squeeze. "Nothing better, Angie."
He stood up and began taking off his clothes. He moved rather slowly, and for the first time she realized he had had quite a few drinks.
She unzipped her dress, rose to her feet and slipped it over her head. Jim watched her, smiling. His face was flushed. She felt very exposed in her bra and panties. She hoped she looked sexy enough. He had trouble with his trousers and had to sit on the bed to remove them. His shoes thudded on the carpet.
Angela placed her dress over the back of a chair. She unhooked her bra. His smile encouraged her, In a moment they were on the bed, naked. He had been circumcised. Al wasn't. He reached for her, his right hand sliding between her legs, his mouth aiming for her tits. She cooperated eagerly. The suck of his lips on her nipple made her shiver. She curved her tits toward him.
Oh, it was good to have a man's hand on her pussy! He was gentle. He opened the lips of her cunt and played his finger along her slit. Delicious tingles whirled through her pussy. She spread her thighs wide apart, hunching. She touched his prick. It was stiffening.
She looked down and watched his mouth on her tit. He uttered a moan as she fondled his cock. He transferred his mouth to her other tit. His finger played along her moistening cunt. It was getting better, better.
He was stiff as a steel rod now. Average size, about like Ben. Don't think about Ben, Angela told herself. Don't even think about Al. His finger went into her cunt, then suddenly his mouth went lax. He stretched out flat on the bed.
"Let me rest a minute, baby," he muttered.
Oh, Lord! Was he going to pass out? His finger left her crotch. His hand rested on her inner thigh. Her thrills ceased. She was still warm and anxious, but there was no real hurry. Maybe if he took it easy he might last longer.
Should she crawl above him and work on him a little? Not yet. Boldly, she brought his hand back to her pussy, hunching on it. Let him know he had a hot, eager broad on the bed. Have fun.
"Jus* a little rest, baby," he said, his voice thick.
Oh, if Al were here he'd be tickling me up good! I want more tittie-kisses!
She heard his deep, even breathing, felt his hand go limp. She lifted it away from between her legs.
Wasn't she appealing enough to overcome his liquor?
She bit her lips, stirring restlessly. How long would he have to rest? Was her first pick-up date turning sour? She looked at his shrunken prick. He had a good build for a man his age. But now she could see the marks of dissipation on him. Even in sleep his face had a kind of pinkish flush she knew went with constant drinking.
Suddenly she had an idea. She wasn't going to be denied entirely.
She scooted down on the bed and began playing with his prick. She remembered what Mona said once: "Al gets pretty drunk sometimes, but I get him up. I've had several good fucks that way!"
As- Angela fondled Jim's prick he stirred slightly, his hips rising in a kind of involuntary reaction. And he was coming up. It was good to look at a man's cock. This was real, not imagining. His man-odor filled into her senses.
She played her fingertips all along his tool, kissing his chest. His arms jerked but didn't rise. His cock was rising, though. And why not give way to another impulse that- she craved? Why not take his prick into her mouth?
Angela crawled lower and closed her lips around the head of his cock. Ohhh, nice! Ill have some fun, she thought. His shaft was stiffening. She moved her head up and down, boldly laving his prick with her tongue and lips. Her pussy was wet. She straddled him, rather awkwardly, bracing her weight on her left arm and knees. With her right hand she guided his prick toward her cunt. Ohhh, it was going in!
Her mind was screaming for it: Fuck me, cock! Ream my pussy out with meat!
The feel of it was wonderful. Now, she had both hands to bear the weight of her body. She lowered her tits and rubbed her nipples across his chest. Stings of delight rewarded her. She began hunching. He muttered, his head rolling back and forth. He started turning soft!
She went faster, faster. She had a prick in her cunt and the waves of pleasure were building. She panted, holding him inside, rotating her ass. His hips rose, a tremor going through him. The heat of her pussy was keeping him half-hard.
She was afraid to go up and down now. His dick might slip out. She panted and felt the start of her come. Ohhh, maybe it was going to be all right. Yes, oh, yes! But I wish it was away up there, big and hard. I'm a slut, but I don't care!
Now, now! Jerky beats of joy struck her. She bucked and squirmed in wild abandon. But right at the peak of her come his cock slipped out. It didn't matter-she was having it, having it.
She fell away on her left and pushed her fingers into her cunt hole, bouncing on them, writhing out her joy. The thrills made her tits tremble; they ached to be fondled, sucked. She ended her gush of delight by teasing her clitoris, savoring the last of it, panting until the spasms ended, Angela sighed, eyes closed, feeling a measure of relief. And then, quickly, the joy was gone and she felt the shame.
I failed! I got a drunk. I'm just started and he's all finished. She jerked her hand away from her pussy and left the bed. Hurriedly she began putting on her clothes. She hated him now. A middle-aged weakling who preferred liquor to sex.
Back in her own hotel room, Angela made up her mind; if she had to fuck and suck her own sister to get Al, she would do it!
Chapter Nine
"Mona," Angela said, as they both waited in the bedroom for Al's arrival, "I've decided to go ahead with it."
"You mean, me and Al both?" Mona asked, her eyes already wide with lust.
"Yes. But alone, at first. Then, gradually, I'll get up the nerve to go with your idea of a threesome."
"Okay, honey, it's a deal!" Mona smiled. "Now, c'mere, little sister."
"What?"
"I want a little sample now, silly," Mona said and giggled.
"Now?"
Another giggle. "Well, why not? I'm kind of itchy right now." Her robe was open all the way down, her tits at the top of her yellow nightie. "AVll be gone a while ..."
"You're awful," Angela said.
"Please, honey. I really do need it."
Angela sighed. She craved Al so much she was willing to do anything now. Being with Jim had only underlined her need for a good fucking.
"Please, honey?" Mona implored.
Angela moved over on Mona's right, and Mona drew her nightie back from her cunt. She hunched suggestively. She patted her handbag and laughed, leaning toward Angela. "My little helper is real handy!"
Angela trembled. The vision of her sister's exposed pussy was stimulating. Al's kisses and touches, the promise of what might happen tonight, had already set her nerves on edge.
Mona lifted her tits out of her nightie. "Kiss them, honey, and play with my pussy!"
You bitch, Angela thought. But am I any better, lusting for your husband?
She slipped her hand in between her sister's opened thighs, lowering her head to the pink-tipped tits. I said I would never do this again, but here I am. We have a deal. I please her and then I can sleep with Al.
She played her fingers along Mona's cunt-slit and dallied her tongue-tip over a nipple.
"Ohhh, you have such a good touch, baby," Mona breathed, sinking back on the bed, curling her hips upward. "I need this."
"Do you want the dildo or a cunt suck?" Angela asked.
"I'd love your tongue in my pussy, darling sister! Don't you want one, too?" Mona's eyes were closed, her breathing rapid.
"I'll wait for Al," Angela answered. A lazy summer afternoon, the house quiet. As Mona began to pant and squirm, Angela felt her own need rising. This wasn't fair. She had to save her passion for Al.
Her fingers played faster. She sucked her sister's nipples with more pressure.
"Ohhhh, not too quick, baby!" Mona gasped. 'Tease me."
But Angela didn't want to tease Mona, she wanted to make her come, hard and fast. She drove her face into her sister's gooey cunt and rammed her tongue against the hardened clitoris. At the same time she made an arrow-like fist of four fingers and filled Mona's pussy with them.
"Ohhhh, that's good, wonderful!" Mona gasped. She bobbed her ass up and down.
Angela gave her a flurry of strokes and Mona shuddered. Her mouth fell open. Her right hand gripped Angela's leg. Angela closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to see. Hearing it would be suggestive enough. In spite of herself, she longed for Mona to suck her cunt as well. But she held off. Save it for Al, she thought, save the first big one for Al!
"Ohhh, I'm coming!" Mona panted. "Ohhh, it's good! Suck me, darling, hit me hard!"
The bed creaked as Mona bucked out her pleasure, and Angela felt twinges in her pussy.
When it was over she drew her hand out of its fleshy sheath.
"Oh, little sister, that was so good!" Mona gasped. "I'll rest now and I know Al will give you a good fuck when he gets home from work!"
Angela smiled to herself. Not half as good a fuck as I'm going to give him, she thought.
Angela waited for him. She had put on her shortest, tightest shorts and a halter that left more of her huge tits exposed than it hid.
She heard a car pull up beside the house and her heart thumped.
He's someone else's man, but I have permission to use him, she thought, shivering. I want tonight to be the night. I never wanted anything so much in my whole life!
She heard the back door open and Al's familiar footsteps. She took a deep breath and walked out of the guest bedroom.
Al came into the entrance between living room and kitchen. He saw her and his mouth opened in pleased surprise. Desire flared in his dark eyes; he looked her up and down and whistled. "Hey ...beautiful!"
Angela blushed. "Mona's resting in the bedroom ..."
He winked, noting the door to the master bedroom was closed. He dropped a package he held and strode toward her. Her legs were shaky. The kisses and touches she had known earlier had charged her batteries.
Al's right hand lifted to her achy tits, and he whispered in her ear.
"You're driving me crazy, sweet. You're so sexy and adorable!"
Oh, what sweet music in her ears. His fingers ran across her halter, teasing her nipples. They tingled. She swayed her hips closer.
"I got the outfit just for you, Al," she breathed. "Do you hate me because I was out with Susan?"
"No, no!" she whispered. "I understand." "God, I want you."
"And I want you, Al. We've talked, Mona and I, and it's all right." "You mean...?" "Yes ... us."
"Let's get to a bed!" Al croaked, and practically dragged her into the guest room.
When they reached the bedroom, Angela wasted no time getting totally undressed. She stood completely naked, the curly hairs of her pussy glistening wetly with her arousal. Her huge, pendulous tits quivered in proud anticipation as she drew her head back.
"You are truly a woman who knows her mind, aren't you?" Al said, his even teeth shining behind a wide smile that was close to a leer.
"I know my body, too. I've grown up in the past few weeks, and tonight I grow up even more. I've realized what I've got and what I've been missing all my life. Now I'm going to make up for it. I want sex, Al. And, right now, I want you."
"We're gonna make one hell of a pair, Angela."
"Get naked. I want to see all of you!"
Al drank in her loveliness, her full tits pointing at him tantaUzingly, the stiff, erect nipples beckoning for his mouth.
He wet his lips as she reached out and undid the buttons of his jacket. She looked down at his crotch and saw his stiff, enormous cock straining against the confining material of his pants.
In a flash they were together, their mouths sucking and nipping, their tongues entwined in a love duel. She had his pulsing cock trapped between her delicious thighs and up against her hot pussy, moving her ass to get full enjoyment out of his pushing prick.
He wriggled out of the rest of his clothes. Angela reached out and grabbed the monstrous cock sticking out in front of him. She stroked the length of it and marveled at its incredible size. Her pussy began to hurt, thinking about its massiveness.
"I want you," Al moaned. "I want to rape you."
"You won't have to," Angela breathed. "Fm going to fuck you tonight like I was ten women."
"Jesus," he groaned, and they both fell onto the bed.
She looked at his prick, riding so high and big, and she couldn't help reaching out for it, touching it again. She scooted closer to him, opening her thighs. The feel of his cock sent ripples of delight up her arm, to her titties and then down to her crotch.
"Oh, Al!" she breathed.
"That's all yours, baby," he whispered.
His fingers traced a hot pathway along her thighs, in on the soft flesh, close to her pussy. His mouth sought hers, and found it. Her lips had never been so eager. She opened them for his tongue, and in it came, big and hard and hungry. She was in a fit of anticipation; this waiting and waiting was just too much!
"How do you want it first, baby?"
"On top," Angela groaned. "I want to feel all of it sliding up in me!"
Remembering how Mona had spraddled out on Al's knees, she half-rose and did likewise, while his hands guided her, helped her. She braced herself . with her feet on the bed, and her left hand on his shoulder.
Al cradled her ass in his hands and slid her forward, on his legs, until her pussy was close to his rigid prick.
"Play it around on your pussy, honey," he moaned.
"Yes!"
She touched his cock, shivering at its size and length, and steered the big head up to the moist lips of her cunt. She curved her big tits toward his mouth. Just as his hand began to open her cunt, he , closed his lips over a tit.
"Ohhhhh, God!" Angela hissed between clen-^v ched teeth.
Already, honeyed juices of her impending come r raced along her opened thighs. The feel of his cock on her tender pussy, while she played the head along her slit, soared her delight to new heights.
Her nipple vibrated between his lips. The gentle sucking action was almost too wonderful to bear. And the way his hands roamed over her hips, up her waist, around between her legs, lifted her passion even more.
"Ohhh, darling!" she gasped, as she touched his prick on her throbbing clitoris. "Ohhh, I'm ... I'm going off!"
"Have it, baby, have it!" he rasped.
His words triggered her come. Her tits tautened, her legs jerked, her breath sucked in. She tried to take his cock inside, but layers of passion, as she rose to her peak, were already swamping her. She whipped the head of his prick on her clitoris and heaven rolled through her in swift, hard beats.
She was going, going, going! The breath swooshed out of her lungs. She cried out fiercely.
"Ohhhh, oh, oh, oh-OHHHHHHH!"
Finally, she softened, the swollen head of his cock right at the lips of her cunt, while the come bathed her starved nerves in glorious release.
Al cuddled her, his head between her pillow-like tits. Man, oh man, does she pop her nuts? She goes off like gangbusters! I waited a long time for this. She's going to be snug, but we'll make it.
Slowly he began to lift his hips.
Angela felt the delicious hardness of him nudging upward and inward. Oh, this was it. It had to be it. Yes, ohhhh, yes-he was sliding in. Her slick, shivery cove expanded, spread, and suddenly he had her, he was going up and up, to the very core of her womanhood, filling her in the most pleasurable way she could possibly imagine.
"Ohhhh, my God!" she breathed, feeling the muscles of her cunt quiver and tighten on his prick.
She had heard of multiple feminine orgasms, and she had doubted that it actually happened, but no ]ore. Because of the churning in her pussy and the
¦^Sfliiiftt incredible size of his cock, the zesty waves of orgasm started again.
Al sucked a nipple, a whole breast-end, far into his mouth and felt her ride out another crest. Her cunt was literally spasming, fluttering on his prick, and her few thrusts, her quick pantings, blended into the kind of sounds .and feels every man needed.
The sweetest thing this side of heaven, Angela thought dizzily, softening once more, knowing he hadn't come yet, knowing there was more to come, much more!
Finally, she had to move. She started going around and around on him, then up slightly, bobbing slowly. She had to please him.
"Oh, baby, that's it," Al whispered, as she slid up and down his massive pole, finding the right position, catching the rhythm. He loved it, the way she was riding on his big dick, and she went to work with complete confidence and abandon.
Angela's mind was on fire. I did enjoy playing with Mona, she thought, but this is so much better, so entirely right...
She remembered how Mona had paused, between strokings, and with his hands to help guide her, she did her level best. Away out, around and around, and then shiveringly down, then a rest while the throb of his giant prick sent thrills along her body. Things were happening up inside her that had never happened before. Nerve-ends that had been starved for years were coming to life, responding.
This-a cock, close and hot and snug-that's what a girl needed. Oh, it was building again. His quickened breathing, the arch of his hips, giving her more prick to bounce on, told her he was getting ready.
Not yet, though. Give him plenty of loving.
"Baby, you're terrific!" Al panted, meeting her thrusts.
"Ohhh, Al, I want to be the best you've ever had!" she gasped.
His hands caressed her with more purpose now. His mouth on her nipples sucked harder. The erotic sensations climbed and climbed until Angela was on the edge of swooning.
Just a little more-a little more-slowly3 carefully. The bed springs sighed out a song of utter delight.
Suddenly she felt his increasing lust, a delectable swelling of his giant cock knob. He pushed his meat as far up into the creamy depths of her pussy as he could go.
"Now, baby, now!" he moaned.
"Ohhh, yes, yes, YES!" Angela cried.
She bounced with utter abandon. His hands sank into her warm flesh, the slap, slap, slap of their meat meeting reached a peak of passion. Then the beat and throb of her pussy swamped her. She was going far beyond any previous sensation she had ever known. She was exploding all over the place!
And, right at the crest of her come, she felt the swell of his prick, the heavenly gush of his cum, pouring into her seething cunt. His groan of joy was an answer to her own desire. The hard final thrusts told her again and again that she was a good fuck for him.
"Oh, God," Angela cried, "I want more, much more!"
"Suck it a little, baby!" Al moaned. "Suck it hard and I'll ream your asshole with it!"
The thought of such a huge fuck-stick in her asshole was frightening, but Angela would do anything to please Ai, anything to keep him fucking her.
She lifted her syrupy cunt from his half-hard cock and dropped her face to it. She could smell the mixture of her juice and his cum on his glistening dick.
It inflamed her desire all over again.
"Oh God, what a cock. What a dick to fuck and suck!"
"Suck it, Angela. Oh, shit, suck it!"
Angela cupped the hanging balls in one soft palm, while she worked the soft meat in her other hand. It stirred. The blood flowed into the cock, and the shaft jerked bit by bit into rigid attention.
It swelled to hardness in her deft manipulation. She wrapped her fist around the stem, holding it like a torch.
"Now, darling, now!" she cried, crouching on her elbows and knees. "Put it in my ass if it'll go!"
"Ill make it go," Al cried, crawling in behind her.
She felt his mouth sucking the cheeks of her ass, his strong fingers tracing the deep crack between the cheeks. His hot tongue roamed the firm flesh, drawing strange patterns in saliva as his fingers massaged the puckering hole.
Thousands of sharp tingles raced up and down Angela's spine as his tongue dipped in at the top of her cleavage and began to lick downward, closer and closer to her pink anus. He reached it with his tongue and she screamed with desire.
Her white ass cheeks gleamed as she thrust them toward him. There was fear in her eyes, but also a strange look of expectancy.
Al mounted her. He placed the knob of his huge cock at her asshole and gently nudged. Angela whined in pain and tried to worm her ass out of his way.
"Hold still, baby," Al cried. "Just relax!"
Then he had her arranged just the way he wanted her and rammed his meat, ball-deep, up her ass.
Her screams of pain filled the room, but he held her tight, not moving, waiting until the pain subsided. Then he began to stroke-long, easy, full-strokes. Her ass began to move with his and his fingers went into her dripping cunt to tease her throbbing clit.
The pure bliss of having that giant cock sliding in her ass was incredible.
Her body was building rapidly to an orgasm. Their sweating bodies worked at a blurry pace. In and out his thick, hot cock raced, around and around his fingers" worked on her clit. Angela strained and huffed and puffed in her frenzied desire to reach a climax. She loved it-every blinding, flashing, fucking minute that his thick prick fucked her ass.
A blinding flash enveloped her. He drove into her and stiffened. His hot, thick cum spurted up her rear channel and she screamed in agonizing delight as the juice flooded her insides.
"Oh, God, that fat beautiful cock, that beautiful cock!" she screeched as her orgasm trailed off and she sunk forward, Al riding her down, his cock still buried deep in her ass.
"Jesus, you really do love cock, don't you?"
"Yeah," she sighed, "I really do. I almost wished that I had another cock in my mouth, coming, when you shot in my ass!"
"How about a cunt?"
They both looked up at the same time.
Mona stood, smiling in the doorway, lingering her golden-furred cunt. "Little sister, the fun is just beginning!"
"Mona," Al gasped, "You mean it? . .. the three of us?"
"Yes, darling, I mean it!"
She crossed to the bed and pulled Angela off her husband's prick. Then she twisted the redhead around until Angela was lying on her back between them.
"C'mon, darling, let's work her over together and get your big dick back in action!"
And in unison, they began to run their hands over Angela's magnificent, large tits. Together they massaged the soft, warm flesh until the white skin was a glowing hot pink. Mona took the nipples between her fingers and stretched them until the tits were pulled into straining points, like two white cones. And deliberately she twisted the nipples until Angela's body was responding violently to the agonizing caresses.
An unbelievable excitement tore through Al as he watched the two naked women. His passion-flooded cock throbbed painfully as he watched Mona grab Angela's slender ankles and force her legs open wide, until her cunt was a narrow pink gash in her crotch. Her eyes glittered with a lustful delight as the flesh quivered in her hands.
Mona spread her sister's cuntlips wider until the clit hardened and exploded between the fleshy folds.
"Yes! OH, SHIT, YES! FUCK ME, FUCK ME... BOTH OF YOU!"
Suddenly, impatiently, Mona spread the thighs sharply apart untl the pink, raw gash was completely exposed.
Angela groaned with the exquisite feeling of air rushing over her boiling, open cunt. It rippled up her quivering belly and into the nipples of her passion-swollen tits. The straining muscles of her thighs relaxed, her white tits rose and fell heavily with her gasping breath.
The redhead whimpered softly as she felt Mona's fingers touch the fleshy lips of her cunt. A groan slipped out of her mouth as she felt them probing the moist hole. Then, without warning, they rammed deep into her belly until she was screaming, her legs kicking against the bed. The fingers wormed their way in, spreading the moist walls of her pussy until she was writhing under the teasing.
"Tell me how good it feels," Mona breathed, and deliberately scraped her fingernails against the sensitive walls until the body was squirming desperately. (*Tell me!" she hissed between tightly clenched teeth.
Angela opened her eyes, but the words wouldn't come as she struggled to breathe. She bit her lips at the ripples of pleasure running through her. Small whimpers of pleasure began to trickle from her lips, her mouth opening and closing to the sensuous spasms of her cunt around the fingers fucking it.
And then the dam burst. Eager, desperate moans escaped her lips. Her tongue darting back and forth to moisten her already wet lips. She writhed her hips, jerking crazily as Mona's spit-filled mouth spread over the swollen, hot flesh. The tongue slipped wetly between the lips, flicking at the throbbing tip of her clit.
Angela groaned, closing her eyes as she caught sight of Al's throbbing prick, hard and full, waiting to take the place of Mona's tongue in her cunt.
Mona's tongue massaged the throbbing tip untl it pushed up hotly into her mouth. Then she took it between her teeth, biting it tenderly at first. But Mona wasn't satisfied with soft, passion-filled moans. She wanted Angela, to scream, to writhe like a bitch in heat. She rolled the sensitive flesh between her tongue and the sharp edge of her teeth until she had her sister squirming wildly on the bed.
Angela was raving now, making strange, animal-like noises in her throat. Her mind reeled from the ecstasy of the hot mouth on her cunt, sucking her into a raging ecstasy. Her whole body was a raging fire of lust.
"Suck her, too, Angela! Shift around, Mona, and let her suck your cunt at the same time!" Al urged, fisting his giant meat as he watched the two naked sisters. "God, I've never seen anything so wild!"
Mona shifted her body, straddling her hips over Angela's face.
Angela opened her eyes as she felt her legs pulled back over her head and the caress of soft, warm flesh on her cheeks. Her mouth opened. Mona's glistening pussy was inches from her lips, and from somewhere over her head, she heard her voice.
"Oh, shit, she's nice and hot, and that tight little cunt is real hot for a fucking!"
Al didn't need any further urging. His prick was swollen hard, throbbing as he stared between Angela's thighs at the glistening pink hole. He watched his wife's head lift from between Angela's thighs. He'd already fucked and sucked that beautiful cunt and yet it looked more desirable than ever.
Kneeling between her open thighs, he set the head of his overheated prick tight into the hole.
"Fuck her good, Al! I want you to fuck her right up to those pretty tits of hers. I want her to remember this fuck for a long time!"
Al could feel the little sucking spasms at the tip of his prick, as if Angela couldn't wait to have it in her squishing hole. The heat from the moist channel boiled into his cock and, with a lust-filled groan, he plunged his dick into the hot, slippery wetness of her fuck-hole again.
Angela strangled through clenched teeth as the swollen, blood-filled knob tore through the elastic ring of her womb. Her cunt felt as if it was on fire. Her whole belly inside seemed to be stretching, straining to take his whole prick in. Her mouth opened and closed in whimpering groans, as the lust-starved prick flooded into her pussy until it was completely buried in her wide, stretched cunt.
And then, as suddenly as it had begun, the pain subsided and was replaced with an incredible flood of lust. She could feel his huge balls brushing teasingly against the wide-spread cheeks of her ass. A strange, pleasureful joy swept through her. The pain was weirdly magnificent and she strained and writhed up against the hot cock shaft driven in her pussy.
She felt her senses slipping as the cock began fucking in and out of her cunt in long, steady strokes. In a frenzy, her hips screwed up on the plunging prick as it rammed hard and deep into her gooey hole.
Desperately, she sunk her fingers into the soft flesh of Mona's ass cheeks and pulled down until her ovalled lips covered the moist, pink cunt.
"YES, BABY, YES!" Mona screamed. "SUCK ME! SUCK MY PUSSY WHILE OUR HUSBAND FUCKS YOUR CUNT! AAAAARRGGHHHH!"
Our husband, Angela thought. Yes, yes, now he is our husband!
The creamy mass of Mona's blonde thatch settled over her face like a blanket. Running her tongue hungrily into the slit, Angela sucked at the hole until a flood of juice poured into her mouth. Urged by the fucking of her cunt, she felt a passion rising in her to make Mona come in her mouth. She wanted to suck her sister's cunt until Mona was screaming just as she was.
She opened her mouth wide so she could take every inch of throbbing cunt inside. She began to suck harder, wanting more and more. She could hardly catch her breath as she gasped for air] trying to get more juice into her mouth. She wanted it wetter, hotter, she wanted Mona to cream in her mouth. She wanted to drink every drop of juice in Mona's pussy. She wanted it, oh God, how she wanted Mona's pussy juice!
Above the sounds of her sucking, she could hear Mona panting heavily. The cheeks of her delectable ass were quivering wildly as Angela worked her tongue hard over the throbbing bud of her clit.
Mona was completely lost in the heat of lust. She lowered her ass until she felt the nose, mouth and chin pressed into her throbbing cunt. With lust-filled delight, she felt the warm wetness spread over the cheeks of her ass and over the face sucking at the hole of her cunt.
Her fingers gripped hard into the soft, unresisting tits with a woman's sadistic strength, squeezing groans out of the sucking mouth as fiery spasms rolled through her body.
The pressure erupted as raw, naked lust tore at the contracting muscles of Mona's belly. Her head rocked back and forth in a wild abandon under the violent sucking. And then, with soft, whimpering grunts, as the orgasm burst through her, her body began to churn and twist crazily over the -sucking mouth.
"I'm coming!" she shrieked. "Suck harder, baby ... harder, HARDER! HARDER, YOU FUCKING BITCH!"
Al fucked into Angela's cunt with relentless frenzy. The cries and moans from the bed were driving him wild as he thrust again and again, harder and faster into the burning heat of Angela's cunt. The muscles grasped at the prick driving into her and sucked desperately along the thick cock shaft.
And then the pressure in his balls erupted. Grunting like an animal, he rammed deep down inside the soft, white belly, his prick spurting hot gushes of cum into her womb.
Cries of ecstasy burst from Angela's lips as she felt the hot cum jetting into her steaming cunt.
"Did you come? Did you come?" Mona gasped at her husband.
"Goddam right," Al groaned, pulling his giant cock out of Angela's cunt and standing by the bed, his cum-dripping rod just in front of his wife's face.
"Give it to me, honey," Mona sighed. "Stick your meat in my mouth and let me taste her juice!"
Al took Mona's head in his hands and, with a cry of delight, rammed his meat, ball-deep, in her head.
Angela struggled from beneath Mona's body and watched in rapture as Al's big dick slid in and out of her sister's face.
Just one big, happy family, Angela thought, from now on. And maybe, just maybe, there was a way to get more cunt for Mona to suck so that there would be more of Al's cock for her, Angela, to fuck!
Tomorrow she would call that little teenager, Susan Thompson.
