It has been said that every person has some dark passion within his soul, some hidden secret desire to whim that may never surface to be seen by even the closest confidante. Such a secret can be evil or sinister, or it may be trivial and trite.
In America, such dark passions are easily submerged by the complexities of modern everyday life. But sometimes these passions are exposed and another scandal hits the headlines.
THE VIRGIN'S NAUGHTY FAMILY is a dramatic presentation of people who dare to let their most base desires come to the fore, but most especially it is about Anita Barker and her teenage daughter and young nephew and their taboo desires. Together they are swept into an illicit web of lust, from which none of them seem willing or able to escape. They are some of the few in our society who are willing to accept the consequences for allowing themselves to become completely liberated.
THE VIRGIN'S NAUGHTY FAMILY-the startling story of people who dare to let it all hang out.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Once again Anita's daughter was interfering with Anita's sex life. For the ten thousandth time Ellen's presence was depriving Anita of a fuck. In one way or another, it had been going on for almost eighteen years, but this time she wasn't going to let it happen. Anita was too darned horny to let her nephew Billy's hard cock slip threw her fingers-until she was slipping it into her very wet and throbbing cunt.
"Ellen, why don't you walk down to the store and get some ice cream? It's such a hot day."
Ellen stopped in the middle of the unscheduled dancing lesson she was giving Billy on the apron of the pool. Still in her Saint Cecelia's uniform, blue-eyed, golden haired, and smiling, at first glance she still looked like a child. But Anita knew for a fact what perfect, big tits Ellen had in her loose-fitting blouse, and there was plenty of hair on the virginal cunt inside her long blue skirt, plus an ass of incredible beauty. There were times when Anita stared at Ellen's naked body just the same as her fifteen-year-old cousin was staring at it now, but Anita felt more like fucking than staring just then.
"I'll go with you, Ellen," Billy said, further irritating Anita.
But she continued to smile from the chaise longue as she said, "In only your trunks? No, you stay here with me, Billy. Ellen can walk down there and then change into her swim suit and take a little dip with us. Run along now, Ellen. There's money in Mother's purse."
"Yes, Mother."
There were, times when Ellen's child-like eagerness to please her mother irritated Ellen. Like just then, when Ellen delayed her departure to come to Anita, and kiss her goodbye. Yet again Anita was irritated as Ellen skipped into the house, for young Billy was turning to gape at every supple movement of Ellen's nubile young body. He was still staring after her when Anita got up from the lounge and silently padded over on her bare feet to blow her warm breath in his ear.
He leaped and turned to face her. Before he could close his mouth, Anita had her hands on his downy cheeks and was kissing him. He had certainly never been kissed in that manner. She'd never kissed him like that before, though she'd been thinking about it far too much lately. And before he had a chance to do any thinking of his own, Anita drew back her lips and her tongue and spoke to him.
"Come with me, Billy. I'll show you something you've been wanting to see."
He was right at her heels as she sauntered in through the coolness of her house, swinging her hips, squirming her asscheeks together in her tight and scanty bathing suit bottom. She led him right to the foot of her bed, then turned and faced him with her hands on her hips and one knee bent forward before the other.
Anita was short, petite, except for her tits. Her red, one-piece bathing suit barely contained them, and Billy had been covertly staring at them from the time he'd come over that day until Ellen had come home from school. Now he was staring at them again, and that pleased Anita so that she gave him still more to stare at.
She strolled to her vanity table and let him see her in its triple mirrors as she ran a brush through her shoulder-length waves of red hair, and from there she spoke to him again.
"Come here, Billy. Come here-and unzip my bathing suit for me."
"Unzip your ... bathing suit?"
"That's what I said, Unless you'd rather go outside and wait for the ice cream to come."
Billy hurried right up behind her. She knew very well he would. Quite unlike his cousin Ellen, young Billy wasn't the bashful kind. He went to public schools, he'd been in his share of fist fights, and he might have already gotten himself laid. At first Anita had wanted to screw him in hopes he was a virgin. Now she didn't care about that. All she cared about was the hard thing in his trunks. She wanted his cock in her seething hot cunt, she wanted his hands on her body, and already she had his hands.
Billy fumbled with her zipper, but quickly got its tab down to the crack of Anita's ass, as he said, "You got, uh, tired of swimming, Aunt Anita?"
"I got tired of it when Ellen came home and interrupted our little game of water tag. You play a mean game of tag, Billy. You got me just about everywhere. I'll show you."
Anita turned to face him, smiling. She pulled down the top of her swim suit, and his eyes bulged and his jaw sagged, but Anita's tits hardly sagged at all. They jiggled and swung as she bent forward to slither her swim suit down over her hips, on down her smoothly shaven legs and completely off. Then while her horny young nephew panted and gaped, Anita took his hot hand in hers and guided it over her naked body.
"Here's where you tagged me, Billy, and here and here and here. On my tits. Remember that? On my tummy and all around my waist and on my back, and here on my ass, Billy, lots and lots of times. And look, Billy. Look down at my cunt, 'cause you sure did tag me good there."
Anita put one foot up on her vanity table bench to give her nephew a better look at her lovely pink cunt, all covered with silky red hair. She looked down, too, for she couldn't believe that the hand she was moving between her wide-open legs could be doing such wonderful things to her. She let it go on doing wonderful things to her while she kissed him, sucked on his tongue and mouthed at his lips and rubbed her stiff-nippled tits against his hairless chest. But she only had ten or fifteen minutes before her daughter would come barging in again. She wanted to take her handsome, brown-haired nephew to bed with her and devour him, but there wasn't time for that now.
"Play tag with a girl down there," Anita said, "and you'd better be prepared to do something to follow it up. Are you prepared, Billy? Have you still got that nice hard cock I felt when we were playing tag? Take it out and let's see. Let's not waste what little time we have."
No, there was nothing at all bashful about Billy. Anita had expected to have to fish through the leghole of his trunks for his bone-hard cock. But Billy simply shucked down his trunks and stepped out of them, giving her everything he had. And he had just the right amount of cock, not quite as big as a real, man-sized cock, but more than making up for that in its stiffness. Once she had it in her hand and he was gasping, she had to feel it for a moment in her mouth.
Anita knelt down and licked Billy's cock. Its beautiful pink snout was all wet with his oozings, and she licked it clean as could be. He somehow tasted like a virgin as she sucked his cock into her mouth, licked it all over and felt of his compact pink balls, while Billy went up on his toes and said things that only a virgin would say.
"A blow job! Aunt Anita, you're suckin' my cock! Oh-h-h, that feels so good! Oh, Aunt Anita! Oh! Oh-h-h-h!"
Anita was dizzy with lustful desire when she rose to her feet once again. She put his hands on her tits and kissed him, panting almost as heavily as he was. He was doing just fine on his own with her tits and he was still trying to kiss her when she put her foot up on the bench again.
"Did anybody ever suck your pretty cock before, Billy?"
"No, never. Oh, gosh, it felt so good!"
"Do you know what would feel even better?"
"Let me do it! Let me fuck you! Please show me how!"
Yes, he was a virgin, and Anita celebrated this extra bonus by kissing him, hugging him, feeling his hot hard cock squirming hard on her naked belly. At the age of fifteen, he was no taller than she was at thirty-two, and that was just the way Anita wanted it, for most of the fucks she'd missed out on were those she should have had with boys this size and age. She squeezed him and kissed him so hard that orgasmic tingles were rushing through her before she backed off once again.
"Honey, get down there and give me a kiss just like that on my cunt. Go ahead, pretty Billy, and if you kiss it really nice, I'll show you how to fuck. That's right, darling. Get right down there and put your sweet mouth on my cunt. Kiss it and lick it and ... Yes, darling! Oh, doesn't that taste good!"
He was really going at it. Crouched down on one knee, he was getting his first taste of cunt and going back for more. He was smacking his kisses right on Anita's widely opened cunt, and each one that was smacked anywhere close to her clitoris was making her feed him some more. She splayed out her juicy, thick cuntlips with the red-lacquered tips of her fingers, and still her horny young nephew kept up with his feverish kisses. And now as his tongue darted out to get a still better taste of hot cunt, the first of the orgasms she'd thought about back in the pool swept through her naked body.
"Aaow! Yes! Right there!" said Anita, tilting her quivering hips up some more, twining fingers in his hair to position his mouth on her clitoris.
"Oh! You beautiful little brat!" she exclaimed, tits all aquiver, asscheeks quaking, cunt gushing forth its slick juice.
Anita grabbed Billy and hauled him to his feet, and tasted her cunt on his mouth while she hugged him with orgasmic fervor. Still with one foot on the floor and still cumming, Anita reached down and took hold of his cock. In spite of long years of experience, Anita was fumbling in her haste as she rolled the hot knob of his cock through her rapidly dampening hair and her thoroughly sopping cuntlips.
"Stick it in! Shove it up there! Don't hold back at all!" she told him, and then she cried out hoarsely as his cock was shoved up in her cunt.
"Fuck me! Just fuck me! Do it hard!" she said, though he was already doing that.
Feet planted on the carpet, Billy was fucking away like a fury. He had both of his hands on the cushiony ass of his now favorite aunt while he fucked her as hard as he could. Her claws digging into his up-humping hips somehow made the fuck all the better. So did her tits, bouncing and flopping and jiggling against his chest. Her beautiful face added to the wild excitement of fucking, red lips parted and panting, long-lashed green eyes almost closed, and her wavy red locks swinging over her clear white brow and cheeks. But the part of the fuck that made it terrific was the fabulous, hot, slick, fast-flying cunt of his crazy and wonderful'aunt.
"It's so tight! It's so hot!" Billy said, still fucking her madly.
"And you're so big and hard! Fuck me just as hard as you can!" said Anita, and uttered a very shrill cry when the force of his hips drove the end of his cock up against her cervix.
That was just about the time Anita saw her daughter standing at the bedroom door. The heels of Ellen's shoes were close together, her back was stiff, and her hands were held clasped to her cheeks as she goggled and gaped at her mother and cousin fucking. She stood there paralyzed at the shock of what she was seeing, giving Anita the chance to get all she could out of this, the first fuck she'd had in weeks. And just at that time, Anita didn't care who might be watching her.
Anita reached around, dug her fingernails deep in Billy's flying asscheeks, and said, "Give it all to me now! Squirt in me! Shoot in me! Cum in me!"
"I am!" Billy moaned, still humping up hard, but raggedly now. "It's ripping right out of my nuts!"
"And I'm cumming with you, baby! Oh ... God! Am I ever cumming right with you!"
All thought of her daughter fled from Anita's head as she clasped both her arms about Billy's neck and kissed him as hard as she could. He kissed her back, trembling and quaking against her, thrusting and squirting inside her, and each of the squirts from his no-longer-virgin cock could be felt throughout Anita's orgasming body. She used her cuntal muscles to clamp down on his upward reaching cock and made it still better-for both of them. He uttered a strangled cry through the kiss as her cunt held on tight to his cock. Her cunt milked his cock, it wrang every bit of its juice from it, while Anita's cunt overflowed and trickled and tickled down her inner thigh. They clawed at each other, clung to each other, still cumming, till Billy sighed and leaned back from the kiss and Anita opened her eyes.
Ellen was still there. She hadn't moved a muscle throughout the climax of their fuck, but now she seemed to wince with her mother as Anita pushed Billy back and felt his cock slip out of her cunt.
CHAPTER TWO
"What the devil do you mean by spying on me?" Anita snapped.
Billy whirled and tried to cover his white and glistening cock. Ellen shook her head and tried but failed to speak as her naked mother strode over to her. And Anita was shaking with rage as she asked Ellen the question again.
"I wasn't spying! I didn't know! I was just looking for you and Billy, Mother. I didn't mean to spy."
For the first time in years, Anita slapped her daughter. It brought tears to Ellen's eyes, but Anita ignored those as she said, "Don't lie to me! Of course you were spying! Didn't I tell you to go to the store?"
"I did! But I went on my bicycle! Mother, please don't be mad at me. I didn't mean to look. But once I did, I...."
"Don't be mad at you? Child, you have been interfering with my sex life ever since you were born. And I'm damned tired of it! Do you have any idea of how much sex, how many men, how many fucks I've missed out on because of you and your precious virginity? Do you know how much that stupid provision in your father's will has messed up my life? I almost wish somebody like Billy had fucked you when you were ten. Well, it's less than a week till your eighteenth birthday now, and I'll see that you keep your cherry till then. But by God, I'm not going to wait that long to teach you to keep the hell out of my bedroom. Go get the hairbrush."
"You'd spank me? Oh, Mother, I know I deserve it, but please, please don't do that!"
"GO GET THE HAIRBRUSH!"
Ellen, red-cheeked, scurried to the vanity, making a wide circuit around her cousin Billy. Though his cock had gone down, his interest was very much up as he watched her scoot. Anita almost smiled through her anger, for Billy was much like herself, without a bashful bob in his body, and keenly aware of the fun to be had with sex. Unless she was mistaken, she and her nephew would have lots of fun together now that they'd broken the sexual ice. Ellen was quite another kind of person, early blooming, like her mother, but completely unaware of what she had between her legs. Anita would certainly make her daughter aware of what she sat upon, and in doing so she would give little Billy still more to look at and get hot about. Anita never had been a woman who believed in keeping her pleasures all to herself.
"Up with your skirt and down with your pants!" said Anita, when she'd snatched the hairbrush from her daughter's trembling hand.
"On my bare bottom? With Billy right here? Oh, Mother, I couldn't!"
In answer Anita reached down and ripped open the side fastening of Ellen's full skirt, and slapped at her hands with the hairbrush as Ellen tried to grab for it. Down it went in a puddle of thick blue cloth that covered her school shoes, and Ellen squealed and covered her cunt with both hands.
Anita snatched those hands away and said, "Where the hell did you get a pair of panties like that?"
They were almost entirely lace, white with a very delicate tinge of pink to them. And the pink might have been Ellen's flesh showing through, for she was blushing all over her body. Her arms and her legs, sleek and smooth and shapely and round, were aglow with her virginal pinkness, and her very fair cheeks were bright red. Her hot embarrassment had her quite close to tears, and Anita didn't care about that at all.
"Answer me! Who gave you panties like that?"
"S-Sister Loretta! That's her hobby, making lace, and she gives lacy prizes to girls who do well at basketball."
Anita ripped off her daughter's lace panties. Ellen screamed and bent over, hands crossed over her golden-fringed cunt, and Billy came closer to gape at the naked young ass this presented him.
"Get up on the bed on all fours!"
"Mother, don't do this to me! I promise I'll never come in here again!" Ellen said, even as she scrambled up on the red-velvet-covered bed, showing Anita as well as her cousin how perfect her ass was.
It was trembling and quaking, but it was perfect. Infused with the pink of her all-over blushing, it was perfectly smooth and round, a compactly girlish ass which had all the curves of a woman's. Each asscheek was a masterpiece of erotic beauty, and each one of these firm globes contoured smoothly into a perfectly tapered young thigh. In between those fine asscheeks her cunt tried to hide, though at almost eighteen years of age it was too mature for games of hide and seek. It was right there before Anita and Billy, a long vertical bulge of deeply split girlflesh, much pinker than Ellen's blushing asscheeks and thighs, and most neatly framed in the delicate fringe of her cunt hair. Just above that sweet and shamefully unused cunt was Ellen's little asshole, all puckered and pink and cringing, and quite enough to inspire quick lust in any man, all by itself. Young Billy had all this to look at as he came grinning toward the foot of the bed, rubbing his cock and scarcely flinching when Anita gave him a playful swat on his ass with the hairbrush.
Anita made Ellen wait, softly sobbing, while she turned Billy around and put her arms about his neck.
"I really should send you out of here while I give Ellen her spanking."
"Aw, Aunt Anita." He smoothed his hands over her naked hips, fondled and squeezed her big tits, hugged her and kissed her just as she'd taught him. "Can't I just stay and watch?"
"You could if you promised not to tell anyone I let you. You could if you're good at keeping secrets and you like to have fun with me." She kissed him and hugged him, had to push him away lest she crush him to death right then and there. "Yes, you can stay and watch, but you've got to be good and do just as I say, darling boy."-Already Billy was hot as could be once again. Between herself and her daughter, Anita could keep him hot all the time-and Anita would be the one to benefit from Billy's constant erections.
She had him sit on the bed. He couldn't keep his hands off his cock, and it added to Anita's lusty pleasures to watch him pulling and stroking that hard young thing as she got up on the bed on her knees beside Ellen. "Mamma, pi-!"
WHACK! WHACK! SPLAT! WHACK! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
The blows from the brush drowned out Ellen's wailings. And they made bright-pink ovals spring up on her upturned ass. Those ovals looked so very hot Anita had to feel of them, and only then did she realize the sense of sight did no justice at all to the beauty of Ellen's ass.
WHACK! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! WHACK!
Anita laid into her harder with the hairbrush lest she become hypnotized with the silky firm feeling of Ellen's quivering bottom. Though Anita was naked and her big tits were jouncing and bouncing with the force of her blows, Billy only had eyes for the beauty of Ellen's quickly reddening ass.
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
Anita was breathing harder, from exertion and from sheer, sadistic lust. Ellen was sobbing more loudly, and now the bright ovals of pink had sprung up on the backs of her delicate thighs. Anita had to touch her again. She had to run her hot hand over the far hotter flesh of her daughter's backside, had to feel that silky smooth texture of asscheeks and the softer and still hotter flesh of the cunt whose virginity meant so much to both Ellen and her.
And Billy was breathing harder. He was gaping and unabashedly beating his meat while he watched Anita's hand rove the ass of his blubbering cousin. Ellen deserved this torture and more for all the frustrations she'd brought to her mother. Young Billy deserved nothing but the best And as Anita understood the law, Ellen's continued virginity involved only her cunt.
"There's a jar of cold cream on my vanity table, Billy. Be a dear and go get it for me."
Anita dropped the brush and watched Billy and his boner go on his little errand, looking back at Ellen's ass all the way. Anita still fondled and petted that very fine ass, completely ignoring her daughter's deep sobs.
"The cold cream will cool her off, Billy. Would you like to put it on?"
"Boy, would I!"
His tongue was sticking out almost like a second cock as he enthusiastically went about his latest job. Anita would use that tongue as a second cock, for her horny cunt deserved the best, too. He was getting right down to his work, bent over to see it all better as he smoothed the fragrant cream into Ellen's red ass. Quite understandably, his slippery fingers moved again and again to that vertical bulge of bright pink that now bulged out from between Ellen's glistening red buttocks even more.
"Careful, Billy. That's one part of Ellen's body you're to leave strictly alone. When you get close to that, you'll have me to come to."
He came to her then. Billy forgot all about Ellen and faced Anita on his knees while they licked and sucked on each other's mouths and he played with her tits and squeezed and fingered her cunt as she'd taught him to do. He was the perfect little lover, ready for anything, but always ready to come back to her. She decided to reward him in advance for the good times they'd have in this room in the future.
"Your cock's hot, too. Mmmm. Hand me the cold cream, Billy. I'll try to cool it off."
"Can't I go to my room now?" Ellen pleaded through her softening but still very anguished sobs. Anita answered that question with an open-handed swat on Ellen's ass.
"Baby, your cock's just as hot as it can be. Hard, too. Does that feel nice? Do you like me to play with your cock like this?"
"Oh, Aunt Anita! Oh, gosh! You make me feel like I'm going out of my mind!"
Anita slithered her tongue in his mouth, plucked at his stiff little nipples, stroked his slippery hard cock.
"How would you like to fuck Ellen, Billy? Do you think you'd like to fuck her?"
"Mother, no!" Ellen wailed. "I couldn't stand it! If you won't think of me, think of the money!"
"You be quiet, young lady, or you'll have Billy's cock in your mouth."
Anita turned back to Billy to ask him the question again, and though he looked with covetous eyes at his bitterly weeping cousin, he very politically said, "I'd rather fuck you, Aunt Anita."
"And you will," Anita promised, still stroking his cock, still tasting the sex on his mouth. "But first have some fun with your cousin Ellen. She's got something about her you might never run into again. Ellen's a virgin, Billy, a real, certified virgin, and not many men or boys get to taste a virgin's cunt. Give me another kiss and then go to it."
Billy almost sucked Anita's tongue out of her mouth as he kissed her. And Ellen was acting as if he were pushing his tongue up to her tonsils when he had his mouth on her cunt.
"Mother, make him stop! I can't stand that! It's just awful!" Ellen cried, but like the good little girl she'd been raised to be, she stayed there on her hands and knees while Billy slathered his long pink tongue all over her clinging cunt.
Billy was down on his elbows and knees behind her. Anita had told him not to touch Ellen, and he had his hands on the bed as he licked and lapped her cunt from behind. His nose pressing deep in Ellen's asshole didn't bother him a bit, and now in his growing enthusiasm for more and still more of her cunt, up came his tongue to slide through the deep split of her ass and then down it went once again to burrow and delve in her slit.
"Oh-h-h-h, Mother! Spank me some more, but make him stop doing that!"
Anita was thinking over what she'd already said to Billy. Indeed he was tasting something that very few men ever do. Or very few women. Anita, just as willing to take a dare now as she'd been when she was a child, drew Billy aside and crouched down to taste for herself the cunt of a virgin. And once again she discovered something new about her daughter's great beauty.
Ellen was lovely to look at and thrilling to touch. But the taste of her cunt was exquisite. Anita had tasted a cunt or two in the past, but never a cunt like this. Its juices were more sweet than salty, and each delving flick of Anita's hot tongue made the juices flow more freely.
"Oh, Mamma, don't! Ple-e-ease don't!" Ellen muttered, panting and gasping so from the distasteful feeling of an unwanted tongue in her twat that she could barely talk.
Ellen kept licking and lapping and tasting, ignoring Billy's anxious tappings on her shoulder till she had her fill of the fresh, heady flavor of virgin cunt. Her own cunt was tingling delightfully when she raised up smacking her smiling lips.
Billy kissed Anita at once. That was how much he loved the taste of his cousin's beautiful cunt. And then he was begging his aunt, "Can I fuck her now? You said I could fuck her. Please, Aunt Anita, I just gotta do it!"
"I'll run away from home!" Ellen said through her tears.
Anita picked up the cold cream jar, and lathered up Billy's hard cock again. "Of course you can fuck her, darling," she said, and taking a big gob of the cream on two fingers, she parted her daughter's red asscheeks and slipped those two fingers up her asshole. "You can fuck her all you want to in the ass."
Once again, that was just fine with Billy. He was up on his knees behind Ellen, pushing and probing with his very hard cock, while Ellen's sobs turned to wails of sheer terror and then erupted into a blood-curdling scream when the mushroom-shaped knob of her cousin's hard cock popped inside the tight pink ring of her asshole.
"AA-A-A-AGH! GET IT OUT! MAKE IT GO AWAY-Y-Y-Y!"
As much as she struggled and wailed, Billy's cock was going no place at all except in and out of her asshole. It was really quite thrilling to see. Anita compulsively rubbed at her red-haired and red-hot cunt as she watched each deep thrust of her nephew's cock, disappearing again and again between the squirming and quivering mounds of her daughter's fine ass. Anita was tempted to run and get the battery-operated dildo she always kept in her purse, but this sight of the perfectly beautiful Billy butt-fucking that perfectly beautiful ass was too good to miss for even a moment. But she did add to her growing excitement by stopping Billy long enough to tangle tongues with him while orgasmic tinglings coursed everywhere through her nude body.
While she kissed him she had one hand resting on her daughter's upturned ass. The pleasures of the kiss were so great that Anita didn't at first react to what she was feeling with her hand. And when she did, there was a smile on her face as she turned from the kiss and looked down at her darling daughter.
Ellen was down on her elbows and knees now with her golden-blonde head down on the red velvet bedspread. With Billy's cock all the way in her, but motionless in her ass, she was moving that ass in quite wonderful ways, gyrating her hips and twisting her butt in every direction. And now as Anita watched, and Billy with her, Ellen uttered a guttural growl and arched her back like a cat. In that position, her half-clad body shook and quivered all over, and then her back came down again and she started moving her well-paddled ass once again. The transformation in her was delicious, and it was confirmed when she threw back her head and showed them an expression of mindless rapture in the mirror at the head of the bed.
Anita grinned and patted Billy's ass. "Fuck her really good now, Billy. Turn her on all the way, and don't worry about saving anything at all for me for another half-hour after you're through with my virgin daughter."
"Y-E-E-E-E! O-O-O-O-O! O-H-H-H-H!"
Ellen's screams and squeals were now a delight to hear. Billy was only grunting, shoving his cream-slickened cock through her very tight asshole with gusto and energy, holding onto her ass no matter how it turned and twisted in his hands, and fucking her just as fast and as hard as he could.
"O-H-H-H-H! MOTHER-R-R-R! MOTHER-R-R-R!"
Ellen's gutsy outcries now vibrated right into Anita's gut, capping off the climax she'd brought to herself with her active fingers. Anita collapsed on her ass on the bed, still frantically frigging herself, even as Billy's climax came on, so strongly that it drove Ellen belly down on the bed. Still he was fucking her, squirming and thrashing on top of her, while under his hard straining body Ellen was still getting turned on to the sex that was long overdue in a body like hers.
"MOTHER! MOTHER, MAKE HIM GIVE ME MORE! MOR-R-RE! EEK! E-E-E-E-E-EK!!! NO!!! NO, BILLY, NOT THERE!!!"
CHAPTER THREE
The worst of Anita's fears were quickly realized. Orgasmic heat turned to cold disgust at herself as she rolled Billy off her daughter and saw the blood on his still-oozing cock. And there between Ellen's limply parted legs was still more of the red stuff, slowly oozing from what was no longer a virgin cunt.
"Billy, you've just had yourself a two million dollar fuck," Anita said with a sigh.
"When can I do it again? I mean, I want to fuck you next, Aunt Anita, but after that could I do it to Ellen again?"
Ellen was crying again, and now Anita wanted to cry along with her. But she bravely held back her tears and said, "Billy, you'd better go home to your father now."
"He's at work. Can't I stay? Let me kiss your cunt for a little and I'll be able to fuck you again."
"I'm not in the mood for fucking right now. It's too complicated for you to understand. Go home now and you can come back later. We have to go see Mr. Gallagher."
"Yeah? Who's he?"
"He's my attorney, darling, and he might know what to do with two million dollars worth of virgin pussy that's now nothing more than a very nice little cunt."
* * *
Anita called Cyrus Gallagher and he said he'd be glad to accommodate her right after lunch that day. It gave them some time to get ready and go. Showers were taken, virgin's blood was douched out of a cunt that looked just as pretty as ever on the outside-perhaps more so-and mother and daughter got dressed.
Ellen wore her Saint Cecelia's uniform. It helped, but not much, in giving the prematurely exploded time bomb an appearance of still being a virgin. She wore the skirt and blouse and bra and shoes and bobby sox, but she couldn't put on any panties.
"It's just too sore down there," she explained for the twentieth time as they drove toward downtown in Anita's Mercedes convertible. "Not really sore, but so tender I could hardly stand it when you touched it with the powder puff. And the heat from this leather seat's just rising straight up in me."
"Close your legs. You can't go through life with your legs apart like that"
"I'm sorry, Mother. Oo-o-o-o. That doesn't help at all. Ooo-o-o-o."
"Either open your legs or close them, but don't keep doing like that or some truck driver's going to force us off the road and rape both of us."
"I thought I'd die when he put his tongue in me there. Oooo-o-o. And you, too. That felt so weird."
"Tuck your skirt under, Ellen. That might help with the heat from the leather."
"Yes, Mother. Ouch! It's so prickly and itchy from where you spanked me. Mother, I'm sorry I came in and found you and Billy doing that. Ooo-o-o. Mother, how many times have you done it in your whole life?"
"Ellen, push your skirt down over your knees again. Now put your hands on your knees and push them firmly together. Now hold them there. We're almost at Mr. Gallagher's office."
"Yes, Mother. Yes, that helps a lot. Mmm-m, hm-mm. I won't have to go in with you and talk about it, will I? I'd just die if I had to do that."
"We'll see. Dammit, Ellen, stop feeling your tits like that!"
"I'm not feeling 'em! Sister Loretta says that's wicked. I'm just rubbing 'em a little. Ever since Billy did that terrible thing to me, they're just as sore as they can be. Do you think he gave me some sort of disease? Mother? Do you?"
* * *
Cyrus Gallagher leaned back against the front of his massive desk and listened while Anita told him of the events leading up to their visit. He was tall, slightly graying, and neatly dressed in a business suit. All around him were his law books, shelves and shelves of them. Before him sat mother and daughter, each in a wooden chair with comfortably placed arms. Anita sat relaxed, with her shapely legs crossed, and spared no details of Billy's encounter with Ellen. She and Cyrus had been to bed many times, they understood each other thoroughly, and had absolutely no secrets they wanted to keep from each other. Ellen did not sit so comfortably in her chair. Anita spoke, Cyrus listened and nodded from time to time, and Ellen sat rigidly in her low-backed wooden chair, knees together, hands clutching hard at its arms, tears rolling down her pink cheeks.
At the conclusion of Anita's narrative, the attorney walked around behind Ellen and placed his long hands on her shoulders. "It's nothing to cry about now, dear. What's done is done, and now it's up to me to decide how to handle the matter. And I think I know what to do-if we're sure you're no longer a virgin."
"There was blood, Cy," said Anita. "Check for yourself, if you want, but Billy popped Ellen's cherry."
Ellen's sobs became audible. She said, "Oh, why did my daddy put such a thing in his will?"
"Because, my dear Ellen," said Cy, "he knew you were your mother's daughter."
"And the old goat married me when I was twelve, got me pregnant when I was thirteen, and when I was fourteen he had himself a daughter-you, Ellen. And he didn't want his only child to fuck her way through her teenaged years like her mother did."
"Mother, don't use that word," Ellen murmured through her sobs.
Cy looked at Anita. Anita gave him a shrug and a smile. He massaged Ellen's shoulders more warmly as he said, "Was it really that unpleasant for you, dear?"
She turned her tear-streaked face to look up at him as she said, "It was awful, just awful. I still don't feel good down there. I just know Billy ... broke it."
"Well see," said Cy with a smile, stroking her arms now as well as her shoulders. "Just relax and we'll see."
"I'm sure it's gone. And Mother already looked."
"Mr. Gallagher may have to check for himself," said Anita, and while Ellen choked back a sob and squirmed in her chair, she lit up a cigarette. "Cy wants to make sure you're no longer a virgin before he tells us what to do. Do your tits still feel sore, honey?"
Ellen lowered her head. Tears fell on the thrusting young hillocks of her tits as she nodded her head.
"Poor dear," Cy said, and now the tears fell on his hands as they went to Ellen's tits. She caught in her breath as he softly squeezed them, and breathed in fitful gasps as his long fingers kneaded them gently and tenderly. "They feel very swollen and full. Are they sore all over, dear? Does it hurt when I touch you like this?"
Ellen slowly shook her head. Again she looked back up at him, and now her legs came apart several inches as she said, "N-No. Not exactly. Except right on the very tip ends."
"Tsk, tsk. Such nice tits as you've got should never feel sore at all. Oh my, yes. Right here on the ends. I see. Your nipples are all stiff and sore, Ellen. More sensitive than sore. Am I right?"
"Sensitive. Real, real sensitive." She was clutching the chair arms harder and opening and closing her legs as she looked back at the smiling man who was feeling her tits.
"And your bra feels too small for you now. We should loosen it, dear, before we do anything else." Cy deftly unbuttoned her blouse.
"D-Do anything else?" Ellen said, leaning forward at his gentle urging, letting him be the one to unhook her bra snaps, and then sitting back in her chair with a sigh.
"Don't you worry about what's to come. I assure you it won't be at all unpleasant for either one of us, dear."
Cy's voice was as oily smooth as his hands, and each had a soothing effect on Ellen, in a way. She leaned back in the chair once again with a half-smile on her face, dreamily watching the hands that squeezed and fondled her perfectly lovely young tits, and now her legs slowly opened still wider, and her bottom softly squirmed in search of a more comfortable place in the chair.
Anita impatiently dragged at her cigarette while she watched her attorney at play with her daughter's tits. Anita had been jealous of those tits since Ellen was fifteen years old, and her perfectly formed young tits had stopped growing. They were no bigger than Anita's tits, and no better formed, but Ellen was two or three inches taller than her mother, and her height gave far better proportion to her figure.
Ellen was slumped down in the chair and watching every movement of the big male hands that were palming her smooth white tits and pulling at her stiff red nipples. Her face had gone slack and her cherry-pink lips were all puffed and her long-lashed eyelids were drooping. Her hands no longer worked exclusively on the arms of her chair. Now and again they went down to her constantly moving thighs, stroking and rubbing them, helping them open and closed, then going back to the chair arms again to give her some purchase while she squirmed her hot ass on the chair seat. Anita stabbed out her cigarette, she and Cy exchanged a smile, and he went on with his full enjoyment of Ellen's very full tits.
"Are your tits feeling better now, Ellen? Has the soreness all gone away?"
She kept gazing down at his hands on her tits for some time before answering. Then she lifted her head and looked back, smiled dreamily up at him, and said, "Yes. It's all gone away."
Cy took one hand from her tits to smoothly stroke Ellen's brown, and to gently press her blonde head back against the very long bulge that had grown in the front of his trousers. "That's right," he said. "Your mother and I know what's best for you, dear. Isn't that right?"
She closed her eyes and nodded, and Cy eased the back of her head closer against that big bulge in his pants as she did so. She kept on with her nodding as Cy said, "Now I'll ask you some questions. Did Billy's cock hurt you badly when it slipped inside your little cunt?"
"Not real badly, I guess. But it hurt."
"It didn't slip right in, and then slide in and out, nice and warm?"
"Not at first," said Ellen, opening her eyes just a little, looking down at her hands as they slid her skirt up and down her widely parted thighs. Her hands kept moving there as her head fell against Cy's cock again, and she murmured, "It didn't hurt bad."
Both Cy's hands were playing with Ellen's tits, soft and warm,, as he said, "Did Billy have a very big cock?"
"Big," Ellen said, a smile twitching at the corner of her mouth. "Real big and real hard and real hot."
"But he's just a boy, Ellen dear. And boys don't have very big cocks. Not like men. Not like the size of my cock. Ellen?"
"Yes? Yes, Mr. Gallagher?"
"Would you like to see a man's cock? Would you like to see mine?"
Ellen's eyes came fully open. She stiffened in her chair, grabbed its arms and sat up to stare up at the warmly smiling man who'd been feeling her tits. His hands fell away from those fully engorged young tits, and she made a fumbling effort to cover them up with her blouse and her loosened bra. But this effort stopped and she caught in her breath as Cy smoothly drew down his zipper.
He reached inside his pants and squeezed his cock. She followed his every movement as he came around to the front of her chair, and when he was there she gasped and clasped her hands to her blushing cheeks as he pulled out his cock, very thick, very long, and capped with a big red knob that pointed straight at her open mouth. He gave it one stroke with the hand that had been on her tits, and a very large drop of clear liquid oozed out of its slitted mouth.
"Mamma?" she said, and though new tears welled up in her baby-blue eyes, her gaze never left Cy's cock. "Make Mr. Gallagher put it back in his pants."
"Oh, don't be such a ninny. That's not the only cock you'll see in your life. But it may be one of the prettiest."
Cy chuckled and stroked his hard cock again. The big droplet of very clear seminal fluid on the head of his cock swelled up and turned into a long, viscous streamer drooling down from it, which Ellen darted out her hand to catch. She lifted her hand very slowly, gazing now at the deepening puddle of seminal fluid in her palm. Her trembling hand continued to rise to a point where she could wipe the goo off on the handiest thing, Cy's cock, and the moment she touched it with that hand, the other one darted out to grab it, too.
"It's so big! Mother, he's got such a big one!" she said, getting up on the edge of the chair with her ass as she stroked it and milked and squeezed it in both little hands.
Cy swayed a little closer. Ellen's pink tongue kept compulsively licking her lips as her hands stroked and squeezed Cy's big cock. She inhaled very deeply, nostrils flaring widely, and then she opened her mouth very wide and pulled the big knob of Cy's cock inside it.
Ellen's cheeks had gone perfectly white, but now they turned red once again as she looked at her mother sidelong through wide and guilty eyes. Her lashes touched her cheeks as she closed her eyes, and then her lips turned outward and she began sucking on Cyrus Gallagher's cock.
Anita couldn't stand it any more. She reached down beside her for her purse and took her dildo out of it. While Cy smiled and nodded his approval, Anita spread her legs and drew aside the crotchband of her panties, turning the switch on the dildo and eased all she could of into her hot and sopping cunt. Almost right away, a lovely but very solitary orgasm shivered through her, and when she opened her eyes from this, she saw Ellen still avidly sucking Cy's cock.
She still held its thick shaft in both her little hands, and her lovely pink lips were all slickened and wet as she slid them all over his cock knob. Her nostrils were flaring with each of her very deep breaths, her back was ramrod straight, her hips were squirming her ass on the very edge of the chair. Anita began adding a sliding motion to her faithfully vibrating dildo's buzzings.
"She seems to like it, Cy. I wonder if she's sucked on a cock before. I somehow doubt it."
"The darling, she can't get enough of it."
"She's just like her mother in that respect."
"Ah-h-h. Oh-h-h. She's licking up my seminal fluid just as fast as it comes out."
Throughout their conversation, Ellen's mouth never left Cy's cock. She was oblivious to anything else in the world as she sucked and slurped on the angry red thing that completely filled up her mouth. From what Anita could see, Cy was close to a climax when he put his hands on Ellen's shoulders and eased his cock out of her mouth.
"Yes, darling," he said, kneeling before her. "Sucking cock is almost as good as fucking it, isn't it?"
"What? What did you say?" The girl looked like she was in a trance.
"I said, open your legs, pretty Ellen, and let your old Uncle Cy make sure Billy got to your cherry."
Ellen quickly drew her skirt up over her hips and spread her legs wider, baring a blonde-haired pink cunt whose throbbings seemed visible to Anita from several feet away. She scooted her ass farther forward till it was just on the edge of the chair, and she anxiously asked, "Are you going to check me with that? Not with just your finger? Mr. Gallagher, it's just too big!"
"We'll see, darling, well see."
Cock in hand, Cy came forward and touched the huge, knob of his cock against Ellen's puffed-out cuntlips. She gasped at that touch, but quickly let go of her skirt to spread out her cuntlips with the fingers of each of her hands.
"That's right. A girl should always help out," Cy told her, rubbing the knob of his cock up and down through her cuntlips till its head was even more glistening and wet.
"Don't put it in me! You can't put it in me! Can't you see it just won't fit?" Ellen said, stretching her hairy lips to the utmost and tilting her hips just right.
"We'll just have to see about that," said Cy, and with what seemed like a very small push with his hips, popped the whole big red knob of his cock through the portals of Ellen's cunt.
"AOW! TAKE IT OUT! IT'S JUST SPLITTING ME!" Ellen cried.
Cy drew back an inch and thrust four more inches into her.
"OH-H-H-H-H, MOTHER!" Ellen wailed.
She threw back her golden head, mouth open wide and brow deeply furrowed, and then her legs went around Cy's hips, and by pulling and pushing and wailing and moaning, she worked the whole thick length of Cy's cock into her cunt.
"Tight! My God, is she tight!" Cy exclaimed, drawing back as far as Ellen's encircling legs would permit him, then plunging forward to feed her his big hard cock again.
Ellen let go of her cuntlips and grabbed hold of Cy's shoulder's. Her hair was a blur of blonde as she shook her head wildly, just as wildly as she was thrusting and fucking and humping forward with her athletically trim hips.
Cy's cock looked as big as a phone pole as it split Ellen's cunt again and again. It made the dildo in Anita's hand seem puny and weak in comparison. Still it caused Ellen no real distress at all as it slid in and out of her cunt, an enormous cock that squelched in and out of a cunt that had been virginal just hours before.
"So big, so hard so hot!" Ellen cried as she fell into Cy's expert rhythm, tilting her hips to the tempo of his hard-driving cock, contracting her legs to help him with each of his deeply penetrating strokes.
Her tits had shaken loose from her loosened bra, and her hair was a tumble of curls now. Her face was contorting in wild expressions, each one of those expressions utterly ecstatic. Still her hips and Cy's cock kept flying, thrusting, fucking, until with a strangled moan of triumph, Cy jerked his cock from Ellen's cunt and rose to his feet with it spurting and gushing.
It spurted and spat on her chest, on her cheeks and chin before she got it in her mouth. And then she was sucking it madly, blissfully, while pearly white jism dripped from her chin and flowed down her fast-gulping throat.
Cy was obviously in ecstasy himself. His big body twisted and writhed. His orgasmic convulsions seemed to drive his cock deep down in Ellen's throat, but through it all she kept holding it hard in her hands and sucking and sucking and sucking. She'd have sucked it all day, so it seemed, if Cy hadn't pushed back from her, sighing and drooping.
"What a fuck, what a blow-job, what a girl!" he said.
Ellen looked down at herself, covered her face with her hands, and began to weep loudly and bitterly.
Anita sighed and put her dildo away. "Well, Cy," she said. "Now that you kriow it's true, what can we do about the loss of Ellen's virginity?"
Cy zipped up, patted Ellen on her head, and said, "The will calls for Dr. Rhodes to examine Ellen on her eighteenth birthday. He will not find a hymen. But a letter from a very responsible party, saying that Ellen lost her hymen in an accident, might suffice with Dr. Rhodes."
"I doubt it. He hates me. And, you know, if the money doesn't come to me and Ellen, it goes to build a wing on Dr. Rhodes' clinic."
"Yes, I know. With you as its administrator at a very decent salary."
"I want the two million dollars."
"Then get a letter from someone responsible saying Ellen lost her cherry falling on a bicycle crossbar. Or falling on a hockey stick. Something like that."
"Cy, you just might have something there. Ellen, stop your blubbering and let's go."
"Like this? Mother, he's got his goo all over me!"
"Jism will never hurt you. You can go in Cy's bathroom and clean up. I'll stay right here and see if Cy has anything else he can do for me today."
CHAPTER FOUR
Anita was feeling considerably better as she drove away from Cyrus Gallagher's office. At her side, Ellen was still complaining.
"I washed with cold water, and still I feel so hot down there. Do you think I have a fever, Mother? And now I feel so big and full upstairs I couldn't even put my bra back on. Mother, are all men's cocks as big as Mr. Gallagher's?"
"I've seen bigger."
"Ooo-o-o-o. How much bigger?"
"I'm sure you'll find out someday. Ellen, sit still. We're almost at Saint Cecelia's."
"Mother, I just can't! It feels like somebody put a hot coal down between my legs. Have you ever felt like that down there?"
"Ever since I was eleven years old. Here, I'll turn on the air conditioner and point the register right at you. You spread your legs wider and hold your skirt up. See if that does any good. And I'll put the top up so nobody sees you like that."
At least Ellen seemed to be calm when Anita parked the car next to the athletic field at Saint Cecelia's. There Ellen pointed and said, 'That's her. That's Sister Loretta refereeing the girls' basketball game."
Sister Loretta was quite a large woman in every respect. Dressed in her long black habit and wearing the tall, caped cap of the Sisterhood, she was in the center of a knot of giggling, gym-suited girls who were reaching for the basketball the nun held on high. As tall as Sister Loretta was, there was no way the girls could reach it, but still they all clustered very closely about her, bumping up against her as they stretched their hands up toward the ball. As Anita watched, the nun blew her whistle and tossed up the ball and the girls squealed and bounced it and tossed it about for a minute or two. The nun blew the whistle again, she was handed the ball, and once again she held it high over her head while the girls tried to climb up and reach it.
"Hm. This might be easier than I'd hoped," said Anita. "Go tell her I want to talk to her here in the car."
Anita sighed as she watched her daughter walk from the car toward the basketball court. Every part of Ellen's body was in smooth, supple motion, and in spite of her loose, pleated skirt, Anita could see her asscheeks squirming and twitching with each of her steps. Just Ellen's walk was enough to turn the head of any man-and probably of many a nun.
Sister Loretta saw Ellen coming. She blew her whistle sharply, pointed a black-sleeved arm at the gym, and the basketball players went scampering off in that direction. Anita could see the big smile on the broad face of the nun as she came to meet Ellen halfway.
The nun took Ellen's hands in hers and leaned close while Ellen talked, then she quickly dropped Ellen's hands and looked in Anita's direction. She walked toward the car at a dignified, stately pace, with Ellen walking primly at her side.
The two got in the car with Anita. Ellen sat in the middle. Sister Loretta looked considerably younger than Anita had first thought, perhaps twenty-two years old, though that was hard to tell with the cap so closely fitting around her round face, and otherwise .completely covered up with her flowing black habit as she was. Introductions were made and Anita quickly told the sister of her needs.
Sister Loretta blinked as she looked from Anita to the demurely blushing Ellen and back. "You want me to write a letter certifying that your daughter is a virgin?"
"That's what it amounts to."
"But I have no way of knowing that."
"Of couse you'd have to make an examination."
Sister Loretta's eyes opened wider. She licked her plump lips and looked at Ellen, fidgeting close at her side, and said, "An ... examination?"
Anita patted Ellen high on her thigh, making her catch in her breath and fidget even more. She slid Ellen's skirt several inches up her legs as she said, "That's right, an examination. I'm sure you sisters know all about how to check on a girl's virginity, and of course you know there are ways a girl can lose her hymen without having some dirty man even touch her. I wonder if you could come to my home and give my daughter a really thorough examination, completely in private. Unless, of course, you think you could do the whole thing right here."
Anita lifted Ellen's skirt. Ellen gasped and tried to push it down. Sister Loretta was leaning forward and watching very closely as Anita yanked up the skirt again and snapped, "Unless you want to be punished again, you just keep your hands at your sides while Sister Loretta has a good look at you. And keep those legs spread wide apart!"
"Oh, my. Oh, dear Heavens," said the nun as she gazed down at the nest of delicate golden hair and the sweet little pink cuntlips between the legs of the girl at her side.
Ellen sniffled but she didn't weep as the big, soft, slightly trembling hand of the nun came to pet her reassuringly on the knee, and Sister Loretta said, "You had to ... punish this poor girl today? I hope it wasn't for lying with a man."
"I'm afraid it was, Sister Loretta. I blistered her backside really good with a hairbrush. I raised welts all over her lily-white bottom. I had her moaning and weeping and promising she'd do anything to get me to stop."
"Poor dear," said the nun, petting her thigh, and blowing a little kiss at the pink-cheeked and increasingly fidgeting girl. "But that's what comes from lying with men, those animals."
"My Ellen needs sympathy, but she needs some strict discipline, too. And she needs that examination."
The nun studied Anita's smile. She glanced back at the empty playground, moved closer to Ellen and slid her hand up to her crotch.
"I'd certainly like to do everything I can for your daughter, Mrs. Barker. She's always been a special favorite of mine," said the sister, drawing the balls of her big, soft fingers back and forth across the upper reaches of Ellen's fine pubic hair.
"Call me Anita," said Ellen's mother, and reached past her daughter's shoulders to squeeze the nun's big shoulder in the friendliest of ways.
The nun's fingers moved softly down through Ellen's crotch, all pink and open and softly writhing now, as she said, "Ellen, you wouldn't mind if I gave you a nice little examination, would you? You'd know everything I did would be for your own good."
"If you say so," Ellen said in breathless tones. "Yes. Yes, I'd do anything you and Mother told me to do."
"You'd just have to hold very still for me, Ellen dear. Could you do that?"
"I don't know," Ellen said, almost panting as Sister Loretta's fingers moved up and down through her glowing pink crotch. "But I'd try. Oh, how I'd try to hold still for you, Sister Loretta!"
"Try to hold still now for a little preliminary examination."
Ellen sat gasping for breath as the nun's fingers spread out the dewy pink lips of her cunt.
"Dear Heavens, Anita," murmured Sister Loretta, "what a darling little clitoris your daughter has."
Those soft fingers stole even lower, and the big woman in black was smiting at Ellen, panting and puffing and fidgeting now, as one of Sister Loretta's fingers slipped inside of Ellen's cunt.
"That's where I'll have to check you, Ellen dear. But very,-very thoroughly. My goodness, your little vagina is very tight. I'm sure that animal you laid with hurt you. Did he, dear?"
Before Ellen could gather her reeling senses and answer, Anita said, "I could hear her screams even from where I was."
"Poor, poor Ellen," said Sister Loretta, moving her finger with very deliberate slowness. "Your little vagina is throbbing. I can feel your every heartbeat with my finger. And your heart's beating very fast just now. I'm not at all sure if you can hold still for the examination I'll give you at home. And if you don't hold still and do everything I say, I may have to spank you."
"Whatever ... whatever you say," murmured Ellen, unable to hold her hips still any longer, softly pushing them forward to follow the slowly retreating finger in her cunt.
Ellen uttered a plaintive whine as Sister Loretta suddenly withdrew her finger. The big woman turned to Anita and crisply said, "When?"
"As soon as you can. Today."
"Tonight, after evening services."
Anita unbuttoned the blouse of her rapidly breathing and red-cheeked daughter and hefted a perfectly lovely and firm young tit in her hand.
"Perhaps I'd better just take Ellen to a physician," said Anita.
Sister Loretta smiled and inhaled very deeply of the scent of her little finger and said, "Your daughter still smells very much like a virgin, but she may not be when a doctor gets done with her."
She licked her lips and looked down at the fine young tit being fondled in Anita's hand, and said, "I'll be over this afternoon."
* * *
Ellen simply couldn't hold still driving home, and the air conditioner blowing up under her skirt did her no good at all. Still panting and flushed, she said, "Mother? Can we go back and see Mr. Gallagher on the way home?"
"No, dear. But Sister Loretta will be there to make you feel better soon."
"How can she? I don't think she can, Mother."
"You might be surprised."
Ellen moaned and said, "Mother?"
"Yes, dear?"
"What was that thing I saw you with in Mr. Gallagher's office? That thing you had in your purse?"
Anita pulled over to the curb and parked: She took her dildo out of her purse while Ellen sat sprawled back, weakly panting and avidly watching. Ellen's panting speeded up as Anita screwed and eased the long white plastic cock in her little cunt, and she sighed and at last she smiled when her mother turned on the switch that set it to buzzing. Ellen was grinning very broadly and moving the dildo in and out of her cunt as Anita drove them the rest of the way home.
A lukewarm bath helped to further soothe Ellen. She was perfumed and powdered and her hair was brushed out and ribboned by Anita, some chaste pink lipstick was put on her pretty mouth and she was laid down on her bed for a nap. The moment her eyes were closed, Ellen was asleep, and Anita was on the phone to her brother's house, not far away.
"Billy? Get over here fast. I need you," Anita told her nephew.
Anita very quickly took a shower and prettied herself for her afternoon caller. She knew she had time for him, for it might be an hour or more before Sister Loretta appeared. He arrived at the house puffing and panting, and was met by his aunt in her favorite attire, which was nothing at all.
Anita led Billy straight to her bedroom and helped him take off all his clothes. He was eager enough to strip naked, with the only delay being that he could hardly keep his hands off Anita's big tits. His cock was up hard, and it would certainly stay that way for a good long while. So Anita sat on the foot of her bed, counting the seconds till she could get him down to more important matters, but really enjoying his eager young mouth on her tits very much.
And it was very eager. Down on his knees between Anita's parted legs, he held one of her tits in both his hands while he sucked on its nipple and areola, using his tongue to the best advantage in further arousing himself and his fully aroused aunt. As her daughter had so aptly described such a situation, Anita's cunt felt as if it contained a hot coal. Still she gave the boy almost his fill of her tits before easily wheedling and coaxing him on to the further use of his eager young mouth on her body.
"I want you to give me a really good suck on my cunt, Billy. I want you to kiss it and suck it and lick it all over. Okay? I want lots and lots of it, darling. I want you to help me cum lots and lots of times before you put that pretty cock in me and make us both cum together. Is that all right with you, dear?"
It was just fine with Billy. He crouched lower, parted Anita's fat cuntlips with his fingers, and went at eating her very wet cunt in just the manner she'd told him. Anita laid back on the bed and enjoyed life. She had herself one very pleasant orgasm, a prelude of many more to come, and hooked her heels up on the edge of the bed while she waited for more.
This position opened her cunt and her crotch even wider for Billy's hot kisses, as he crouched on the floor with his hands squeezing Anita's asscheeks and parting her cuntlips for his untiring tongue and mouth. Once again Anita had herself a good, spine-jolting cum, and once again she was looking forward to an ever better one, when the front doorbell sounded.
"Goddamn it!" she said. "Billy, stop. Stop, I say! I've got to answer that. And you've got to stay right here while I do. I'll be back just as soon as I can. And whatever you do, don't go in Ellen's room."
CHAPTER FIVE
Anita threw on a fluffy red negligee and hurried to answer the door. It was Sister Loretta who had come calling, all right, dressed in her finest habit. It was pure white, floor length and long sleeved and very full over her immense tits and widely swelling hips and backside. A tall white cap was on her head, one with sides that came close down around her round, pink, smiling face. She looked Anita over with great appreciation in her eyes as Anita latched the door behind her.
"If I'd known Ellen had a mother as sweet and lovely and understanding as you are, Anita, I'd have come calling sooner. Where is the dear child?"
"She's taking a nap. She wanted to be fresh and ready for your examination. I'll go and awaken her."
The white-garbed nun caught Anita's hand. She drew it to her mouth and kissed it, saying, "No hurry. Maybe you and I could have a little chat first."
Anita had done her experimenting with lesbian sex and had but that behind her. And she never had cared for women of this one's dominant ways. Still there was something intriguingly attractive about this clearly lustful young nun, and if Billy hadn't been waiting Anita might have stayed on to see what it was. As it was, she said, "Perhaps some other time, Loretta. I'll go and wake Ellen up."
Anita started to leave. The nun pulled her hard by the hand, yanking the diminutive redhead into her arms and into a suddenly thrilling kiss. Loretta's arms were as powerful as those of any man. Her tits and her belly and thighs, massive beneath the thin covering of her habit, pressed and pushed with demandingly feminine insistence all over Anita's captive body. But it was the length of her tongue, the thickness and warm agility of it, slipping and swirling everywhere in Anita's mouth, that weakened Anita's knees and had her clinging hard to the nun when the long kiss was ended.
One more kiss like that and Anita would have stayed right there, but she managed to push herself off and say, "I'll get my daughter for you now."
Ellen was deep in sleep. Anita almost felt sorry for her as she led her, yawning and rubbing her eyes, into the comfortable living room where Loretta sat waiting on the couch, knees spread out under her habit, grin spread across her face. She was the picture of lesbian lust and Ellen was the picture of girlish young beauty. Ellen hadn't a stitch on, except for the little blue bows in her hair, and her fair skin was faintly flushed with the pink of deep sleep, and she had a sleepy little smile on her lovely face.
"I'll just leave you two alone," said Anita.
"Stay and watch," said the nun. "It might make things all the better."
"No, I have things to do," said Anita, bowing out of the room, leaving her naked daughter standing demurely before the big woman in flowing white seated there on her couch. Anita bowed out, but watched from the crack of her bedroom door, with Billy right there behind her with his hands and his mouth on her ass.
"So your mother had to spank you today, did she?" said the nun. "Tsk, tsk. Naughty girl. Turn around, dear. Let's see if it left any marks on your pretty bottom."
Ellen obediently did as she was told, presenting a curvaceously bulging pair of buttocks and a slim and supple back to Loretta's warm gaze. Still sleepy, Ellen yawned, but the yawn was cut short when Loretta's big hands touched her asscheeks.
"Not a mark on them. They're perfect They're gorgeous. Nice back, nice legs," Loretta went on, warmly caressing everything she spoke of. "Bend over, dear. Bend over and touch your toes."
"Is that part of the examination, Sister Loretta? Aren't you supposed to examine my front?"
SPLAT!!!
Loretta delivered such a powerful, open-handed slap to Ellen's backside that even Anita jumped. Tears sprang to Ellen's eyes and she was rubbing the big red handprint on her buttock, but Loretta's voice was gentle and smooth as she said, "Never question what I ask of you, dear. That's a sin. I'm sorry if I hurt you. I had to. And now I'll make it well for you. Stand still."
Loretta kissed the hot spot on Ellen's right asscheek. Anita stifled a gasp at the length of the nun's tongue as it slithered out to lick all around the mark made by her powerful hand. Though by then Billy was down on the floor between Anita's legs, warmly licking her cunt, Anita almost wished it was Loretta's tongue doing that job.
Tears were quickly blinked out of Ellen's wide eyes. She looked back over her shoulder in wonder, the pink flush on her naked body deepened, and she tilted her firm little ass back for more of that lovely long tongue. And now when Loretta murmured her request once again, Ellen quickly bent over and reached for her toes.
Loretta's plump cheeks were quite flushed as she ran her big hands over Ellen's upturned buttocks, parting them, gazing straight at the deep little crack of Ellen's ass.
"Now spread your legs. Wide."
Ellen did so, and then had to clutch at her ankles as Loretta's long tongue came out to slither and slide up and down through the widely split crack of her ass.
Anita knew very well she couldn't have stood still for such treatment for that long. Ellen somehow managed to do it, panting visibly, her golden curls tumbled down about her face.
"That dirty man didn't manage to put his cock up in here, did he?" said the nun.
"Yes," said Ellen. "Yes, he did. Oh, yes. Oh, yes."
"Bastards, all of 'em"
The point of Loretta's tongue swirling about the tight ring of Ellen's asshole caused Ellen to gasp again and again and to rock back and forth on her heels. The long, tapered tongue sliding inside it made her moan, but she could no longer sway with Loretta's big hands holding her hips as they were by then. Ellen was very clearly aroused when Loretta withdrew her tongue and told her she could stand up again.
"What's going on out there?" Billy whispered.
"Never mind! Start kissing my ass or you'll never see me or Ellen again."
"Now turn around," said Loretta.
Ellen did so, though now she looked as if the bones in her body had been changed into rubber. Loretta worshipped the girl all over again in the front, touching all of her, speaking warmly of all that she touched as she sat on the couch. "Very nice tits, just beautiful, and perfect, stiff, pink nipples. A flat, smooth belly I wish I still had, and a cute little belly button that looks like it likes to be kissed. Are you a virgin there, Ellen? Did that bastard put his cock in there?"
"N-No. No, Sister Loretta."
"Mmmnnnn-n-n-n."
Just the tip of her tongue was used to probe the shallow depths of Ellen's navel, but that was somehow enough to have the girl panting and squirming. Loretta clearly loved how easily she was arousing the nearly innocent eighteen-year-old. She would have teased her and tickled her like that even longer, it seemed, but Ellen in her ecstatic agitation almost knocked off Loretta's tall cap. Sister Loretta righted it and went on with her thorough external examination of Ellen's fine body.
"Nice, smooth hips, thanks to the workouts I give you at school, and very smooth, very warm legs. Yes, I could look at a pretty girl's body like this all day. So very smooth and nice. Such a pretty girl you are. Not a flaw, not a freckle on you, from head to toe. And so warm. Do you feel warm, Ellen?"
"Yes, Sister Loretta. I feel real, real warm!"
"Then, open your legs, angel. See if that helps. Ah-h-h-h, yes-s-s, you've a glorious little cunt. What a shame that man ruined it for you. You know, a. girl can't join our order of nuns if she isn't a virgin. And if you had the cell next to mine, I'd dress you up in my embroidered lace every day before you put on your habit. All day long you'd be thinking about me. And at night I'd take it off you, darling, every bit of it, and then I'd do this."
Anita winced, not from the tongue that was now rimming nicely about her cunt, but from the way the big nun used only the tip of her tongue to tickle and delve all around Ellen's clitoral area. Ellen was clutching at the hands on her smooth, naked hips, panting like a steam engine, and tilting her golden-haired slit up for all she could get of the teasing tip of that tongue which she knew was so long. Loretta licked her smiling lips when she drew back to go on with her verbal and manual teasings.
"Mm. Yes. Even the insides of your thighs are firm and muscular, but still smooth as velvet. Oh, Ellen. Oh, dear. Your little cunt is very hot now. Almost too hot to touch, but how could anyone not touch a cunt as pretty as this one? Look, darling. See how pretty it is? Especially with my hand moving there. They do seem to go together, don't you think so?"
"Yes! Yes!" Ellen murmured, flat belly wrinkling as she curled her back and thrust up her cunt to see all she could of the hand that had her twitching and jerking with young, frustrated lust. Anita might have gone to her aid, but she had to hang onto the door to support herself through a dazzling series of anal orgasms.
Loretta's very softly and expertly moving hand brought Ellen right to the brink of a shivering, shuddering climax, and at that point it was smoothly removed from her wide-open crotch. Ellen gasped very loudly and jumped when Loretta's hand playfully swatted her hip.
"You know," said the nun, "you look so pretty today I feel like giving you a nice kiss on the lips. A nice, sisterly kiss like the ones we nuns have in private all the time. Would you find it unpleasant to kiss a nun?"
"N-No, Sister Loretta. Not at all," Ellen said, lips already parted, tongue very willing to wet them.
Loretta kept patting her thighs, keeping Ellen twitching and jumping, as she said, "You know, your mother said you should do anything I say. But still you wouldn't have to give me a lovely warm kiss if you didn't want to."
"But I do," Ellen murmured, and bent down and offered her mouth to the seated nun.
It was taken, with electrifying results.
Both mouths were wide open, and though Anita couldn't see it actually enter, she could clearly tell when Loretta's tongue joined in the kiss. Her daughter's whole body tensed, her hands clutched at Loretta's big shoulders, and then she was writhing and quaking and quivering, breaking out in a fine film of perspiration, clearly orgasming.
Loretta sustained it. She held Ellen there with her hands on her cheeks as she delved and probed with her tongue, sucking strongly on Ellen's mouth as she did so, almost devouring her lips. When Loretta ended the kiss with an audible smack, Ellen still hovered over her, slack-faced and panting and mutely appealing for more of whatever the smiling nun would give to her.
"Did that taste good and cunty, Ellen? Did that taste like more?"
"Yes. More. Yes, Sister Loretta. Could I ... would you kiss me again?"
Loretta chuckled and pinched Ellen's cheek, and even that little touch seemed to bring on another small orgasm. And the nun said, "You could have all the kisses you'd ever want if you decided to join our order. It could be arranged, you know, if you pass the examination I'm going to give you, and if you passed the ones my superiors would give. Would you like that, darling? Would you like to be with women like me all the time?" asked the nun, now gently pulling and tweaking the terribly turgid nipples of the overheated Ellen and smiling in a most inviting way.
"Oh-h, I'd like that, Sister Loretta. I'd like that all the time," Ellen said, just as Billy's hot tongue got back to Anita's hot cunt, which was badly in need of it then.
"I'm not sure you could make it even then, Ellen. Our requirements are many. Good posture, good bearing, poise under stress. Walk around the room, pretty girl, and while you do, show me everything you have, everything.
Ellen uttered a tiny moan as she moved away from the couch and the powerfully dominant woman upon it, and started a slow and shaky promenade about the room, turning this way and that, like a model, displaying her flawless young nudity from every side. Sister Loretta nodded her approval and lifted Up the long white skirt of her habit.
Anita couldn't see exactly what Loretta's fingers were doing between her legs. But Ellen could see it from where she stood, and the moment she did her hand went to her little cunt. ' Loretta's eyes glinted and her plump fingers flew in her crotch as she watched the naked girl frantically masturbating there in the center of the luxurious room, not ten feet before her. And Ellen was doing it frantically. Legs apart, knees angled out, she clawed and rubbed furiously at her little blonde cunt and moaned in her mounting ecstasy. Her body was writhing and jerking. Her pink-nippled tits were bouncing with the rapid movements of the hand between her legs, until she reached up with her other hand to maul at them. The sex juice was soaking her fingers and running down her inner thighs. Her buttocks were shaking like jelly and her spine was doing a serpentine dance. On the couch, Sister Loretta was straining, reaching for her climaxes, the same kind of sensations that were pouring through Ellen's nude body.
A good one caused Loretta to grit her teeth. She sighed and took her hand from her crotch. "Stop that at once and come here!" snapped the nun, and Elen went on mindlessly frigging herself.
Loretta moved off the couch with shocking speed for a woman of her size. She grabbed Ellen's wrists and held them before her face as she spoke very harshly to the girl with the wide, frightened eyes.
"Did I say you could touch that defiled cunt of yours? Did I tell you to play with yourself?"
"But ... but you were doing it," Ellen said to the big woman towering over her.
"How dare you argue with me?" the nun thundered, and whirled Ellen around and began with her open hand On the girl's bare ass.
"SISTER LORETTA! PLEASE! don't! OW!"
Holding Ellen firmly by one slender wrist, the big nun whipped her around in a circle with her other hand. Ellen's plump pink asscheeks turned crimson with handprints as her naked body writhed and twisted under the heavy blows of Loretta's hand. Again Anita started to go to her daughter's aid, but just then Billy started pushing his hard cock up her ass, and just then Loretta stopped spanking Ellen and swept the shrieking girl up against her big body for another of her electrifying kisses.
Ellen clutched at the white-robed nun, clawed at her, entered into the lusty kiss with desperate ardor. She looked very fragile, very slender and girlish, crushed as she was in the powerful arms of the nun. Like the girls on the basketball court that afternoon, she was doing her best to climb up the body of Sister Loretta, while Sister Loretta's long tongue did its slithery work inside Ellen's mouth. When that kiss was ended, Ellen looked drugged. She was panting and slack-jawed and her heavy-lidded eyes were glazed over with very unholy lust as, hand in hand with the Amazonian woman, she followed her back to the couch.
Loretta sat down. Ellen stood breathless and trembling before her. Loretta leisurely pulled the skirt of her habit up and bunched it over her lap. Without a word, she pointed down at one of her shapely thighs, and Ellen quickly sat down on it with her scarlet ass turned in Anita's direction.
"Straddle it," Loretta said, and Ellen quickly and clumsily did as she'd been told, till she was sitting in profile to Anita with her cunt upon Sister Loretta's thigh and holding onto the thicker part of that thigh with both hands.
"You're not to play with your cunt any more, Ellen," said Loretta. "When a boy or girl or your mother or anyone gets it too hot, you're to leave them and come straight to me. I can do things for you nobody else can do. Do you know what I mean?"
Loretta opened her mouth and licked her lower Up with her tongue, and Ellen was already nodding and leaning closer. Loretta grabbed her and kissed her, and Ellen started cuming again.
Her cunt writhed and ground against Loretta's thigh, her tits reached the last inch for Loretta's reaching hands. She clung to the nun almost fearfully at first, but as their mutual mouthings grew hotter and the orgasms swelled and grew, she threw her arms about Loretta's neck and kissed her with utter madness.
Loretta's high cap was knocked off, revealing a perfectly round, perfectly shaven pink head, and still the kiss went on, with Ellen's cunt squelching and sliding on the thigh of the nun now, and with one of Loretta's hands kneading and working the girl's highly sensitized ass. Ellen was still panting and writhing and mutely begging for more when the smiling Loretta pushed her away.
"Do you like my tongue in your mouth?"
"Yes! Please! More! Again!"
Loretta easily held her off, and easily kept her in orgasm. "Where else would you like to feel it?"
"In my cunt! Ple-e-e-ase, Sister Loretta, I want to feel it all over between my legs!"
"Oh? On your clitty? Would you like to feel it there?"
"Yes! Oh, please! Right on my clit! It's on fire!"
"And inside your cunt? Would you like my tongue there, too?"
"Please, Sister Loretta! I'll do anything you say for it! I'll always be good! And I'll always come right to you when I'm feeling like this! Sister Loretta, please!"
Loretta smiled and shifted her big hips from sidex to side, working her skirt out from under her ass and bunching it up around her hips, and at the same time giving Ellen a good ride on her rocking thigh. She kissed Ellen again, and the girl was clearly quite out of her mind with lust when Loretta spoke again.
"Show me, darling. Show me just how you'd like me to kiss your cunt."
"Yes! Please! Anything!" said Ellen, very clearly not knowing what had been asked of her.
Loretta gave her a little kiss, and said, 'Then go ahead, dear. Get down on the nice soft carpet and kiss my cunt."
Ellen came to her senses, but barely. She stopped her frantic writhing, looked down between the nun's legs and said, "Me? Kiss yours?"
"That's right. I assure you, you'll find it delightful. All the sisters at Saint Cecelia's do, as well as quite a few of your classmates."
"They ... they...." Ellen pushed herself back on Loretta's thigh, still gazing down at the cunt that Anita couldn't quite see.
"Oh, Sister Loretta!" Ellen exclaimed, and continued to stare through wide eyes as the nun smoothly and easily helped her down off her knee.
"It's. ... It's...." said Ellen, with her hands on the thighs of the nun now, and with her very rapt gaze moving closer to her open crotch.
"That's right, Ellen dear, come closer," said Sister Loretta. "It's so pretty and open, so ready to feel your pretty mouth kissing it, sucking it, making it feel so-o-o-o good. Be a good little girl and kiss it, Ellen darling. Be an angel and show me exactly how you want me to kiss yours."
Ellen uttered a little gasp and plunged downward, buried her pink-cheeked face between the legs of the nun. At once she was slurping and kissing her there, while Loretta sighed and leaned back on the couch with her hands on Ellen's blond head.
Anita was shocked almost into paralysis, but Billy was still on the move, and moving very fast. She was sure he'd cum once in her ass, and now he was driving hard for another, which Anita was glad to let him have. The cock plunging up in her asshole was thrilling, but it failed to provoke the wild and weird thrills she'd been getting from watching Sister Loretta at work.
The things Loretta, had done with her daughter were amazing-the promises she'd made the girl make, the orgasms she'd given to her in such abundance, and now this. The young nun had displayed amazing powers over the nearly innocent girl, and now she gave another most impressive demonstration of those awesome powers when she turned her head in Anita's direction, smiled and lifted a hand from Ellen's bobbing head, and beckoned Anita to come to her.
CHAPTER SIX
Anita scarcely knew what she was doing, but she did it with crisp efficiency. She put the smiling, weary Billy in her bed, tucked him in and told him to stay right there and take a nap. She hurried into Tier bathroom and quickly washed her throbbing crotch. She went to her bedroom closet and took down a curly black wig, and with this held behind her back, she paused inside her bedroom doorway to try to slow the beating of her heart and calm the seathing tinglings of a lust she'd never known before. She thought she was well in control of herself as she sauntered smiling into her living room, dressed in her flowing red negligee and holding the wig behind her back.
Ellen was still avidly, eagerly kissing Loretta's cunt, and Anita's heart was still throbbing hard in her chest and in her cunt as she walked over to stand smiling before the couch.
Leaned back on the cushions and looking up at Anita with insolently undisguised lust, the young, shaven-headed nun said, "It's about time you joined us. I hope you didn't miss anything while you were peeping at us. And I hope it got you just as horny and hot as you look."
"I ... thought it best if I kept an eye on my daughter."
Loretta grinned down at Ellen's lovely face so actively at work between her legs, then turned her smile back to Anita and said, "Your Ellen would make a very good novice nun, don't you think? You'd certainly never have to worry about what she was up to once she was in Saint Cecelia's for good. And you could come visit her often. And me." A lovely warm tremor of womanly pleasure shivered through the ample body of the smiling nun, and when it had passed, she held out her hand to Anita and said, "Come visit me now. Kneel here on the couch beside me and taste my tongue again, before you taste my cunt."
Anita got up on the couch, but as Loretta's hand moved seductively over her hip toward her cunt, she said, "I've never had much of a taste for cunt, Loretta. But I'm frankly fascinated by your figure. Your tits in particular. Let me help you off with your habit before it gets all wrinkled, dear."
Loretta shrugged and lifted her arms up over her head. Anita dropped the wig behind her and pulled the nun's habit up and off her, revealing a pair of tits that were truly astounding. Each one was as big as one of Anita's and Ellen's buttocks, but very firmly pointed and capped with a mammoth areola, and nipple, bright pink and demandingly turgid with lusty passion. Both tits stood proudly out from the naked body of the grinning woman as Anita gaped at them in disbelief.
"Loretta, I'd have bet a thousand dollars you had a bra on!" said Anita.
"They're just as firm as they look. Touch them and see for yourself."
Big-titted Anita felt built like a schoolgirl as she felt the taut, smooth heaviness of Loretta's magnificent tits. She was so very fascinated by their contours and girth and beauty that she scarcely felt Loretta's hand very gently and expertly moving through her crotch. And she could all but ignore the sounds and the scents from between Loretta's legs as Ellen's blond head kept nuzzling and moving there.
Loretta just smiled and said, "I like your hands on my tits, Anita. And I liked your mouth on mine. Come give me another kiss, and if it's as nice as the one we had before, you might like the feel of my mouth on your cunt, pretty lady."
Anita bent down and kissed her with ardor, for she lusted mightily for Loretta's long and experienced tongue to be down where Loretta's fingers still moved so smoothly and so well. But, just as before, Anita had not been prepared for the very long, very warm tongue that slithered and slipped in her mouth. Though she'd felt it there before, Loretta's highly educated tongue in her mouth now reached down through her soul and swept her away with new lusts. She kissed the big, languidly reclining woman with insanely mounting ardor, and when Loretta drew back from the kiss and pushed down on Anita's head, Anita claimed a huge naked tit for her own and kissed it with equal lust and ardor.
"Mm. Nice. You may not like the taste of cunt, but you do like to make a meal out of tits like mine. You've a lovely warm mouth, Anita. How the sisters at the convent would like to meet you. Not to mention the girls ... Ah-h-h-h. How well you suck tit, Anita dear. How I'd love to see you as a lay sister at Saint Cecelia's teaching the girls all about accounting and English, and after class, teaching them all about discipline and all about sucking tit. Anita, your cunt is so wet! And you can't seem to hold it still. Does it need something more than my fingers, dear? Would you like to sit on my knee?"
Anita drew back from that glorious tit, insanely excited, uncontrollably wanting for more. As she sat astraddle the firm and broad knee of the naked woman, Loretta leaned forward and drew Ellen up and sat the panting and highly aroused girl down on her other knee. As great as Ellen's fascination for Loretta's cunt had been, it seemed to vanish at the sight of her huge, naked tits.
"Sister Loretta, you're all naked, and ... oh, Mother, look!"
Anita couldn't look. She was fully involved in reaching the peak of a much needed orgasm, rocking about and squirming her exploding cunt against Loretta's thigh. And the moment that orgasm peaked and was soaring within her, Anita fell forward and once again claimed Loretta's stiff-nippled tit with her hands and her mouth.
Ellen was already doing the very same thing, madly rubbing her cunt against Loretta's leg while she just as madly sucked on the tit that she held in her hands. And Loretta was enjoying it all very thoroughly, leaning back on the couch, softly bouncing them on her knees, and caressing the pair of heads that voraciously worked at the big pair of tits on her chest.
"Yes, that's lovely," said Loretta. "You're making me feel so good. I've often had two of my students frigging themselves on my knees while they suck on my tits, but I've never had mother and daughter doing it. I really won't rest till I've gotten you both in the order. And believe me, you'll never be really happy till you've put men behind you and know what it's like to live with us girls. Ah-h-h, you're giving me such nice little tingles. You make me want to kiss both your pretty cunts. Ellen first, eh? Because she's been such a very good girl and given me so many sweet little kisses between my legs. Stand up on the couch, darling girl, while your mother sees what's in store for her."
If Loretta hadn't put it just that way, Anita would have fought her daughter to be first. As it was she had to move aside so her Ellen, all flushed and panting and quivering with hot desire, scrambled up and eagerly let Loretta's sure hands on her slender hips position her to Loretta's liking. She stood on the couch cushions, perfectly naked and perfectly beautiful, with her feet at each side of Loretta's hips and her very pink and swollen cunt thrust forward close to Loretta's smiling mouth. An almost orgasmic pang swept through Anita as, from below, looking up through her daughter's legs, she clearly saw Loretta's tongue slip out of her mouth and lash its way up through Ellen's open slip.
Ellen all but exploded.
"OH! OH ... SISTER ... LORETTA! YOUR TONGUE, OH-H-H-H, YOUR TONGUE IN MY CUNT! IT'S HEAVENLY! IT'S WONDERFUL! IT'S OH-H-H-H, SISTER LORETTA!!!"
Ellen's perfectly shaped young asscheeks were dancing and twitching in every direction as the tongue in her cunt slashed and lapped. It was broad enough to cover both of her swollen cuntlips, and so very long that it reached almost through to her asshole. And now as Anita watched, clinging breathlessly to the broad naked knee that was wet from her cunt juices, Loretta's strong fingers sank deep in those plump, dancing buttocks and her tongue curled up and into Ellen's hole.
"MOTHER-R-R-R-R! SHE'S FUCKING ME WITH HER TONGUE, HER TONGUE, SHE'S FUCKING ME WITH HER TONGUE! URGH! URGH! URGH!" Ellen grunted, fucking back with all the ardor she'd shown back in Gallagher's office that day, though now there wasn't a cock to be seen in the room with them.
Still Anita watched, looking up as that long tongue slipped out of Ellen's little hole, lapped up the girl's gushing juices, and disappeared within Loretta's mouth. But still it was very active, which Ellen declared in a loud, and ecstatically tortured voice.
"MAMA, SHE'S LICKING MY CLITTY THE WAY I LICKED HERS!"
Anita tore her gaze from the hot scene above her, leaned around Loretta's knee and looked between her parted legs. There she saw what had so fascinated young Ellen, for Loretta's cunt was entirely free of hair, and her clitoris was more than large enough to merely peep out from between the fat lips of her cunt.
Anita couldn't believe what she was seeing. Loretta's clit was so big that it had to rub and chafe against all but the most loosely fitting clothing when she walked. It was like a little cock sticking out from between her cuntlips. She moved in closer, to confirm what she didn't quite believe, and a firmly placed hand on the back of her head drew her on through the seductive scent of hot cunt, waiting to be kissed.
"MMph!"
That was Anita's only protest, and then she was sucking and licking a cunt that made her wonder why she'd ever given it up. The answer, of course, was that she'd never had a cunt like this one to lick and suck on, all hairless and sweet, nicely moist but not slobbery wet, and with that beautifully prominent clitoris to fasten her hungry lips about, Anita pushed Loretta's big legs more widely apart, spread out those firm and hairless cuntlips, and while her daughter squealed and squirmed and shrieked and shimmied with orgasms that Anita would soon know, Anita lavished her lips and her tongue upon Loretta's remarkable Cunt. With a scream of ecstatic delight that Anita could feel ripping down her spine, Ellen came with every part of her quaking, dancing body, and when Loretta cast her aside on the couch, she lay there still spasming and moaning and clutching at her cunt while Loretta reached down and took hold of Anita's shoulders.
Loretta's face loomed very large, and her very long tongue was licking her lips as Anita was drawn up to meet it. A sudden very tangible fear at the impending onslaught of that tongue swept through Anita, and she said, "Loretta, let's wait just a moment. Let's rest for a few m-"
The cunty mouth of Loretta enveloped Anita's, that long tongue invading her throat. Very powerful hands held Anita up on her knees with her belly against the cunt she'd been kissing, the clitoris she'd been sucking, while the tongue went on raping her mouth. She couldn't quite speak when Loretta allowed the kiss to end.
"So you found you do like the taste of cunt, eh? As well as the feel of my tits in your mouth. I want your tits now, you beautiful, wicked whore of a woman, before I go on to your whoring cunt."
Loretta easily hoisted Anita up to her feet, and sucked in one of her tits, lashed it and laved its nipple with her tongue in a way that almost made Anita collapse. She had to hold onto Loretta's bald head as she panted, "God, what a mouth you've got! Your tongue is unbelievable! But, Lorrie, take it a little easy with me. Darling, make it last."
Anita could feel her tits ballooning in Loretta's mouth as the dominant young woman sucked lustily on each of them in its turn. In moments that mouth had Anita swooping up toward an orgasm, but just as it started to break, the mouth and the tongue left her tits and she was rudely and violently thrown down across Loretta's lap.
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!!!
Each terrible blow from Loretta's huge hand seared instantly through Anita's madly contorting body, each one scalding her ass and at the same driving an orgasm deeply inside her. In an agony of ecstasy and pain, Anita churned and squealed on Loretta's lap, t while Loretta spanked her and threatened still more.
"Well beat you, we'll whip you, we'll drive every thought of a devilish cock out of your head once we have you at Saint Cecelia's! Well make you forget all about your filthy men! Turn around and get up on the couch now, whore, so I can purify your cunt! MOVE!"
Quite out of her head with confusion, with pain, with a cowering, yearning lust she had never known before, Anita found herself thrust off of Loretta's lap and lying back on the couch with its soft fabric feeling like sandpaper on her blistered ass.
"Open up!" snapped Loretta, and right away Anita spread her legs wide, drew up her knees with her hands, and offered all possible cuntal access that she could. Loretta pushed Anita's legs wider apart as she descended toward her throbbing cunt, licking her searing lips, then touching Anita's clitoris with only the point of her tongue.
"OH!!! SISTER LORETTA!!!"
It was as if Anita had been injected with a douchebag syringe filled with bubbling, liquid orgasm. But it wasn't enough.
"LORETTA, SUCK IT! SUCK MY CUNT LIKE YOU DID ELLEN'S! DARLING, I'LL FORGET ABOUT MEN AND JOIN YOUR ORDER, I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU SAY, BUT LET ME FEEL ALL OF YOUR WONDERFUL TONGUE ON MY CUNT! OH, MY CUNT!!!"
Anita was howling with insane ecstasy, and though all of her body was trying to thrash and churn, she somehow held still with her cunt spread for more and still more of the truly incredible mouth and tongue slashing and lashing and licking and lapping and sucking her entire cunt She was being devoured. While man-sized fingers dug deeply into her quaking and shaking buttocks, a mouth as big as all creation turned her flooding cunt inside out.
"ANYTHING! ANYTHING! ANYTHING!" Anita babbled, and when the mouth had turned all of her orgasms into one great cataclysm of mindless joy, it suddenly left her and Sister Loretta sat up.
Anita looked at her through eyes that were fevered with the maddest emotions, and saw Loretta putting on the black wig. It couldn't begin to change her appearance, however, and still she looked threatening as she said, "Now that I look like a lesbian whore, I'm going to treat you like the whore I know you to be. Lie flat on the couch! Leave one leg up on it and rest your other heel on the floor!"
Anita instantly obeyed the command, lay there wide-eyed and trembling while the shapely young woman raised up over her supine body. So firm were those tits that they hardly swung at all as Loretta loomed larger and larger over her. So evil was the grin of the black-wigged woman that again Anita instantly obeyed when she was told to spread out her cuntlips-wide!
"Hold still now. Don't move," said Loretta, panting slightly now as she lowered the ponderous weight of her. naked loins down between Anita's dainty legs.
"Cunt-fucking," she said, breathing faster still, and looking avidly down at their cunts as they came together. "Sister Ophelia does it to me now and then, and I'm going to do it to you now! Oh! Oh, your cunt! Anita, it's divin-n-ne!"
The big naked woman was suddenly deeply involved in an orgasm, churning and thrashing and thrusting her weight against Anita's cunt. A fine film of perspiration broke out all over Loretta's body as she whined and whimpered and gasped her way through an orgasm that was quite in proportion to her magnificent size.
"URRRGH! ANITA, I LOVE YOU! AAAGGH! I WANT YOU AND ELLEN TO BE MY BRIDES! GAH-H-H-H! FORGIVE ME FOR HURTING YOU! NNNGGAH-H-H-H! I'VE WAITED FOR THIS ALL MY LIFE!"
Her thrashing weight was almost suffocating Anita. In desperation, Anita pushed upward with all her might. Loretta, locked in the throes of her tidal wave orgasm, rolled off of the couch still cumming, dragging Anita down on top of her.
"EEK!"
The full weight of Anita's body was thrust hard against Loretta's big clitoris as she landed on top of her. The scream Loretta emitted made Ellen sit up with a start. She sat on the couch with her legs curled up under, her and her hands raised in alarm to her mouth, watching horrified while her mother humped and screwed and fucked between the outspread legs of the squealing, quivering nun until, with another loud shriek that trailed off into moanings, Sister Loretta lay silent and swooning.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Mother, what have you done to poor Sister Loretta? Is she dead?" Ellen asked in alarm.
Anita rolled off Loretta, puffing and panting. "She'll be all right."
Ellen squealed and said, "Is that a wig on her head? She doesn't even look like sweet Sister Loretta any more! Oh, Mother, what terrible things I did with her! And the things I said! Will I have to become a nun now?"
Anita got up and went to her daughter, kissed her cheek and said, "You were out of your head when you made those promises. She got me to make some pretty wild promises, too. And, honey, we might have to go on being very nice to her till she signs that letter saying that as far as she's concerned, you're still a virgin."
"Being nice to her? You mean, like getting all naked with her again soon and letting her do all those things?"
"I'm afraid that's exactly what I mean, Ellen," said Anita as she looked down at the big woman, sleeping peacefully now, but still voluptuously proportioned, even flat on her back. "We may have to kiss her and love her all over. Her tits and her hairless cunt and everything. And we may have to let her spank us and use that disgusting big tongue of hers on us. But don't think about it now. Come into the den while I write the letter we'll try to get her to sign."
Ellen stopped chewing on her knuckles, and still looking down at the big naked woman on the floor in front of the couch, she said, "Maybe I should stay here, just in case she wakes up. She sure does look different in that wig. Younger, and lots prettier."
"You come with me," said Anita, and led her daughter out of the room.
* * *
Billy woke up yawning in Anita's big, . comfortable bed. He felt quite refreshed, and so did his cock, stiff and hard in his hand. He stroked it idly as he got out of bed and nosed around the bedroom and bathroom in search of his aunt, but his strokings stopped when he got to the bedroom door.
There on the floor by the couch was more woman than he'd ever thought could exist. Lying flat on her back was a naked and beautiful brunette, fast asleep with her tits sticking up like a pair of honeydew melons topped with strawberry ice cream. Closer he crept, stopping only when he could see the smoothly hairless cunt between her widely parted legs, and now he knelt down to have a closer look at it and at all of her.
She was big, but in perfect proportion. Her tits were enough to send him into a frenzy of masturbation, and they were only a very small part of her glorious body. Billy was awed, he was dumbstruck, but he was still able to move in for a closer look, which he took from a kneeling position between her calves.
There he could see the tip of her clitoris peeping out at him. He leaned forward and blew his warm breath on her there, then he quickly leaned back as she groped at her cunt and moaned in her sleep, saying, "That was so good, but I need it so bad."
Billy inched closer and gave her some more. He warmly blew down past her moving fingers and against her strangely hairless but entirely inviting cunt.
The beautiful woman kept stirring restlessly, rubbing her cunt and muttering, "Oh Sister, do it. Ellen, Anita, come to me. Come to me now."
Billy sure didn't want either his cousin or his aunt barging in on him just then. He gently drew the naked woman's hand aside and crept up until the pink mushroom knob of his cock was just parting her lovely fat cuntlips, then bore down with his weight and was off on the wildest fuck he'd ever had.
"YEEA-A-A-AGH!"
Her screams were shatteringly loud, her sudden archings and buckings were violent, but her cunt was so tight and deliciously hot that Billy stayed right with her. Twisting, heaving, pounding his back with her fists and his ass with her heels, she nearly screamed the top of his head off as he fucked her as fast as he could, getting all that he could of her slippery tight cunt before someone stopped him. His athletic little hips were flying furiously and his hands were locked tight on those perfect and perfectly mammoth tits when his aunt and his cousin appeared at his sides and did their best to drag him off the wildly bucking body underneath him.
"Billy, you're going to ruin everything!" Ellen cried.
"Goddamn it!" said Anita. "You're fucking a nun!"
"NOOOOOOOO!" bawled Loretta at the top of her lungs, and her arms and her legs wrapped around Billy and drew his pistoning cock deeper into her cunt.
"Leave him alone! It's too late to stop him!" she wailed, and her big, naked body broke into a sweat, her cunt flowed slick with her juices, and her arms and legs around Billy's body tightened so hard they literally forced the jism up out of his balls.
"URRRGH! ARRRGH! EEARRGH!" She growled like a lion and hugged like a bear with her arms and legs, while her hips drove up at Billy's exploding loins. She was quivering and shaking everywhere, as if she were freezing cold, though her body was hot and slick with her sweat.
"It hurts so good and it feels so good I can't stand it!" she shouted, and then, releasing her crushing hold on Billy she lay under him stiff and rigid, twitching and jerking all over, with her cunt seizing spasmodically at his cock. Ellen and Anita looked down at her in amazement, Billy got all he could of her cunt while his cock was still oozing its jism, and at last a broad smile lit up the face of Loretta and she went limp under Billy's body. She didn't stir or make a sound till he eased his cock out of her cunt, whereupon she let out a plaintive cry, rolled over on her belly, and began to weep loudly and bitterly. Billy, contented and grinning, sat back on his haunches and watched Ellen and Anita kneel down at the sides of the loudly blubbering brunette.
"Lorrie, I'm sorry it happened. Believe me, it was all a terrible accident, and believe me, Billy did it all by himself."
"Don't cry, Sister Loretta! Sister Loretta, speak to me!"
"I'm bleeding! I'm bleeding!" Loretta said through her sobs.
"Honey, no one will ever know," said Anita.
"Sure," said her daughter. "Sign the letter Mother wrote and we won't tell a soul."
Loretta's loud wailing went on. Her words were hard to hear through her sobs as she said, "I'm so ashamed. Ashamed that it happened, ashamed that I could enjoy it! Oh, boo-hoo-hoo. I ought to be beaten, that's what. I oUght to be skinned alive. Get something to beat me with. Get something as cruel as a man's cock to beat the Devil out of me!"
Nothing Anita or Ellen could say would dissuade Loretta. She was still sobbing and crying out to be beaten when Anita returned from her bedroom with a broad, heavy leather belt trailing down from her hand. Ellen sat close beside Billy on the couch, and both youngsters winced at each blow of the belt which Anita wielded with such authority.
THUH-WHACK! THUH-WHACK! THUH-WHACK-
Long bands of bright red sprang up across Loretta's big buttocks. Though she didn't make a sound now, her hips rose a fraction up off the floor to meet the descending leather.
THUH-WHACK! THUH-WHACK! THUH-WHACK!
Loretta's very spherical buttocks looked even larger than they were when she'd lifted them so they were the highest part of her body, and Anita had made them glowing red. And now at last Loretta was moaning in the aftermath of each of the shocking blows. Anita knew it was time to drop the heavy belt.
Loretta's eyelids were heavy and her jaw was slack as she sat back on her haunches, gingerly rubbing her inflamed backside. "Thank you," she murmured to Anita. "I needed that."
Then she walked on her knees to where Billy sat, took his hand out of Ellen's hand, and kissed it. "Thank you, too, Billy. What I got from you I needed more than anything."
"Huh?"
She moved closer to him, brushed his knees wider apart with the sides of her jutting tits. Her hands slid up his naked legs and reverently lifted his cock as she said, "This. This is what I needed. I always thought cocks were dirty old nasty things, something to be afraid of. Now I know different A good belting like Anita just gave me might drive the Devil out of a woman, but it won't drive a cock out of her once she's felt it. May I kiss it? Please?"
She waited right there until he stammered, "I ... I guess so." Then she licked her lips and moved in.
Billy's cock was soft and limp when Loretta began on it, but it didn't stay that way for long. Nestled closely between his legs, she held it in her hand and placed kisses all over its rosy red head, then sucked that head inside her mouth and gently sucked on it as its shaft became visibly thicker and stiffen When she slipped her mouth off its knob, Billy's cock seemed to be reaching out to her as she drew back to gaze upon it.
"The bigger it gets, the prettier it is," she said, and out came her tongue to swirl slowly around Billy's cock while he grinned and spread his legs wider.
Ellen's tits swung down very close to Loretta's face as she leaned over to look, saying, "I've seen prettier things than that."
Loretta rolled her eyes up at Ellen, smiled, and bent forward to suck more than half of Billy's cock in her mouth.
"Ellen," said Anita, "I think Loretta wants to be left alone for now."
"Oh, I'm not bothering her." Ellen slipped off the couch and knelt down on the floor beside Loretta. She stroked Loretta's back and fondled her tits, kissed her naked shoulder, and said, "I just think I ought to stay close to her. You know, if she needs any help, or if she gets tired of sucking Billy's little old cock and wants to sit here and rest with me for a while."
"I've got just the thing to keep Lorrie from getting tired," said Anita, and left the room.
Loretta was still sucking Billy's cock when Anita returned with her dildo. And Ellen was still nestling close to Loretta, feeling down between her legs now, and nuzzling kisses against her big shoulder. Billy was all spread out, with his knees drawn up and out to completely expose his crotch for Loretta's mouth and her long, snaking tongue. Each time Loretta's mouth came off the end of Billy's stiff cock, she kissed her way down its underside and then reached under his tight pink balls with her tongue to probe very close to his asshole. And each time she did this, Billy's puffings and pantings increased, his kiss-wetted cock throbbed and jerked, and the vapid grin on his face grew broader. It didn't look at all as if Loretta was getting tired of what she was doing, but the dildo Anita had brought would certainly add to her her pleasures. Anita crouched down beside the woman and saw that Ellen's fingers were actively working in Loretta's cunt, pulling and tickling her oversized clitoris just as tirelessly as Loretta was sucking Billy's cock.
"Mother, her cunt's just as wet as it can be!" Ellen excitedly said when Anita had joined them. "It's lots wetter than it was when she was letting me kiss it and suck it for her! Just feel for yourself."
As big as Loretta was, there was room for two little feminine hands to explore in the very wet slit of her cunt.
She was a great deal wetter than before. This Anita very thoroughly confirmed, while not distracting Loretta from her cocksucking in any way at all. Her eyes remained closed, her cheeks stayed sunken in, and she kept sliding her sucking lips up and down the length of Billy's cock while mother and daughter rubbed the fat wet lips of her cunt and vied with each other to diddle the nun's clitoris.
Loretta's cunt was getting all the attention it needed just then. And Ellen showed no signs of leaving it alone. She was still happily diddling it and whispering in Loretta's ear as Anita moved about behind the kneeling Loretta, dildo in hand.
Loretta's big asscheeks were still terribly red and inflamed. She flinched when Anita patted and pinched them, but she didn't stop sucking Billy's cock. It took a bit of prodding and poking to get her to do it, but soon Loretta arched up her ass in response to Anita's mute demands. There was no point in trying to talk to her. Anita inserted her dildo in her cunt to thoroughly wet it, turned it on and considered leaving it right where it was. She had to remind herself that Loretta was their guest, and that they still needed her signature on that letter, before she could bring herself to take the beautifully buzzing dildo out of her cunt and worm it up inside Loretta's asshole.
"Nnn-n-n-n-g-g...."
That little moan was the first sound Loretta had made for some time, save for the wet slurping sounds she made over Billy's hard cock. Anita got her to moan again and again by sliding the vibrating dildo in and out of her now conveniently placed ass, but it didn't slow Loretta down in her cocksuckings in any way at all. Neither did the things that Ellen was whispering to her.
"Don't you think you should let him rest for a while now? I'm getting real impatient to get you in my bedroom and see how you'd look with some makeup on. You're so pretty in that wig. I just know you'd be even prettier with some lipstick on. I'd show you how to use it and then we could, you know, have some more fun together. Okay? Mother and Billy will be okay without us for a little while."
Loretta kept sucking cock. And now, with the dildo working inside her as well as Ellen's fingers still tickling and diddling her cunt, she was squirming about just as much as young Billy was. He was beating the couch cushions with his fists, reaching out for Loretta's bobbing head, and then roughly rubbing his thighs. He was panting and moaning, and now all at once he uttered a very loud moan and began shooting in Loretta's mouth.
"Mmf!" It surprised her so that she backed off for a moment with her eyes flying wide open, and with a gobbet of Billy's jism drooling down from her lower lip. Billy's cock spurted pearly white again, and this time it squirted up to the wig Loretta was wearing and left a trail of white down her face.
"No, wait!" she cried, and gobbled his cock into her mouth again, sucking hard and stroking fast, while Billy churned and thrashed as far as she'd let him on the couch.
Over and over he shot in her mouth, and just as quickly as it came out of his cock, Loretta gulped it down through her rapidly working gullet. That fine film of perspiration broke out on her nude body again, and again the sweet scent of a woman in orgasm was strong in the room. Sucking and swallowing, sucking and swallowing, she stayed with Billy's cock till he was lying back limp on the couch, and only then did she lift her mouth from his cock.
She licked her lips, smiling foolishly and, turning to Ellen, said, "Uh, were you saying something to me?"
"I was inviting you into my bedroom, darn it! Didn't you hear a word I said?"
"Sorry. I was ... Oh, dear. What time is it? I've got to get back. Back to the convent," she said with a sigh.
"There's no way you could stay here with us for a while?" said Anita, still smoothly moving the buzzing dildo in and out of Loretta's ass.
Loretta looked at Billy, leaned forward and kissed his limp cock, and said, "I have to be back for meditation time."
Nothing they could say would dissuade her. Nor could they dissuade her from taking the black wig along with her for, as she said, it was her fault it had gotten soiled with Billy's jism, and therefore she should be the one to dean it. Billy was sleeping peacefully when Loretta kissed him goodbye. She was back in her habit and her tall white cap when Anita and Ellen escorted her to their door.
"Couldn't you call in and say you were sick?" said Ellen.
"Or tell them you had to help a couple of ladies in distress?" said Anita. "That would be telling the truth."
"I've got some meditation to do," said the nun, and she bowed and left them.
Less than a minute later, Anita said, "Damn! I forgot to get her to sign that letter. I'll have to call and arrange for that."
"Mother?"
"Hm?"
"My cunt hurts again. So do my tits. What am I going to do about that?"
Anita looked at Billy on the couch and her dildo in front of it, both of them quite lifeless now, and said, "I've got some fresh batteries for my vibrator. While you put those in, I'll try to give your cousin a quick charge."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Anita tried several times to telephone Loretta next morning, with no success. She was getting anxious and worried when her telephone rang.
"Anita?" said a small voice. "This is Lorrie. Is Billy there?"
"No, but I can have him over inside of an hour. Why don't you come on up?"
"I have a few more things to do, but I'll be there as soon as I can."
Anita at once phoned Billy, who sleepily said he'd come over as soon as he could. Then she and Ellen dressed in brief attire that each of them thought might be attractive to either one of their guests. The letter about Ellen's virginity was placed on the table by the front door so it wouldn't be forgotten this time.
Loretta arrived first, and she had undergone a transformation. She had Anita's black wig on her head, and she'd used too much makeup on her face. She was wearing a tight, low-cut blouse and a tight, short skirt, nylon stockings were on her shapely legs, and she was wearing knee-length boots. The bracelets on her wrists jangled as she nervously entered the apartment.
"I thought it all over and quit the convent this morning," she announced. "How could I go on there after all the terrible things I did with Billy? I don't know what I'm going to do for a living now. Is Billy here yet?"
"Maybe we can help figure out a way for you to make a living," said Anita, "but the first thing to do is sign this letter."
"It wouldn't do any good. I'm no longer a nun."
"You were as of this morning, and that's good enough for me. Sign here."
Loretta had the pen in her hand when the door buzzer sounded. It was she who quickly opened the door to find Billy there, looking downcast and shuffling his feet on the hall carpet, in the company of a sternly glowering man who resembled Billy very much. The man roughly shoved Billy past Loretta and confronted Anita.
"My own sister," he said, "taking advantage of my only son! I ought to put you in jail, you and your nymphomaniac daughter!"
"You ought to watch what you say in front of my guests, Burt, or you'll be the one who goes to jail for slander."
He turned to glare at Loretta, and he almost spat as he said, "Yes, this is the kind of guest I'd expect you to have. A common streetwalker."
Loretta drew back, clearly shocked, and Anita said, "You must forgive my brother, Lorrie. As a very bitter divorce, he's forgotten whatever he's learned about courtesy toward ladies. Burt, this is Lorrie. Lorrie teaches school."
Burt stammered an apology. In her high-heeled boots, Lorrie was just as tall as he was, and in his sudden embarrassment, he could no longer look her straight in the eye. His gaze remained on her very large and half-exposed tits as again he apologized and turned back to angrily face Anita and Ellen, who by then was cowering behind her mother.
"Billy told me how you seduced him! He came dragging home last night, he dragged himself out of bed this morning, and I finally dragged it all out of him! Don't you realize what harm you've done to that boy? Don't you realize he isn't ready for sex yet? Aren't you ashamed?"
Before Anita could give him a shrug and an answer, Loretta took hold of his sleeve and turned him around. "Your son is quite old enough to enjoy sex. And both he and you should be grateful he first enjoyed it with a wise and patient woman like Anita, instead of with some frightened virgin in the back seat of a car."
"Please keep out of this, Miss ... Lorrie. It's strictly a family matter, and...."
She tapped her freshly manicured finger on his chest, and he took a step backward as she said, "Raising today's generation of children is everyone's concern. It is bitter parents like you, not sympathetic ladies like your sister, who are to blame for a young adult's poor attitudes about sex."
"I'm not a bitter parent! And you keep out of this!"
She kept on advancing in the face of his louder words, and she kept on tapping his chest with her finger as she spoke. "Your bitterness clearly shows. Just because you couldn't keep your wife at home and contented, that's no reason to take it out on other people."
"I gave her all a woman could ever ask for! Sometimes I think I gave her too much. But that's got nothing to do with my sister seducing my son!"
Burt was backed up against the couch. Now Loretta's big, thrusting tits made him lean back over it as she snapped, "Don't you dare raise your voice at me! What kind of a rude, crude animal are you?"
She left him to mull that one over as she turned her back on him and sauntered away, big hips swinging, heavy buttocks switching saucily in her short, tight skirt. And as she walked away, Anita saw that her brother was doing his feeble best to conceal the large bulge in the front of his pants. He was nervously clasping his hands before his fly while he warily gazed at Loretta in each of her movements.
Loretta's provocative saunter carried her to Anita's coffee table. There her tits almost spilled forth from her blouse as she leaned over and picked up a cigarette. She lit it, coughed out a huge cloud of smoke, and once again her tits almost fell out of her bodice as she bent over to stab the hot tip of the cigarette into an ashtray. Her face was smooth and unsmiling as she strolled back to confront Burt once again.
"I know what your problem is. It's a matter of jealousy. You probably weren't seduced by a beautiful, big-breasted, shapely woman like your sister when you were his age. You're jealous of Billy and Anita taking all their clothes Off and climbing in bed together and feeling each other all naked and warm and smooth."
"Me? Jealous? Lorrie, you're out of your mind!"
She took his hand in hers and sat down on the couch, and pulled him down at her side. He looked flustered, confused, and the bulge was still very apparent in his pants as Loretta questioned him from very close at his side.
"How is it you find your sexual relief now, Burt? Do you have a mistress? A girl friend?"
"Well, no, I ... I'd rather not discuss it, if you don't mind."
"But I do. Sex is my profession, though not in the way you first thought it was. I specialized in sex education before I retired from teaching, so you see, I know what I'm talking about. Now tell me, exactly how do you go about finding sexual relief?"
Billy, Ellen and Anita were all standing there staring. A bashful look from Burt, accompanied by an angry glare from Loretta, quickly had Anita bustling them into her bedroom. There she watched through the crack behind the door as Loretta inched closer to Burt, twined her fingers through his, and repeated the question.
Burt mumbled something, and Loretta said, "Streetwalkers? Burt, that can be very dangerous. I suppose you masturbate, too."
"Sometimes. Never more than once or twice a day."
Loretta took a deep breath and heaved a fluttery sigh, then got up and stood before the couch to adjust her skirt, as she said, "What is it about streetwalkers that attracts you?"
"I don't know," said Burt as Loretta made a half-turn and lifted her skirt a few inches to adjust the seams of her stockings. 'There's just something about 'em...."
"Straight?" she said, lifting the back of her skirt well up over the tops of her nylons, to a point where Burt could see the firm, creamy girth of her tapered thighs.
"Huh? Yes. Yes, just fine." He knew he was staring but he just couldn't help it. As the professional sex educator shimmied her skirt down over her very substantial and very shapely hips, he took the opportunity to adjust the raging hard-on in his pants. She was more woman than he'd seen in a long time, and he hoped he could keep his mind on the business of rationally discussing the premature sex education of his only son. Burt's previous anger was very hard to recall when Lorrie sat down beside him again, twined her fingers through his, and patted his leg.
"So you go with a streetwalker whenever you. can, and still you masturbate at least once every day. Do you think that's normal, Burt?"
He was sorry he'd told her about his penchant for prostitutes. Or about his constant self-abuse. She had gotten him flustered and it had just come blurting out of him. Now he twisted his fingers in her warm and powerful grip and said, "I don't know what's normal. I do know I didn't come here to talk about me."
"Billy is his father's son. We start at the root of the problem. Show me your penis, please."
"Pardon?"
Lorrie sighed an exasperated sigh, got up and firmly closed the bedroom door. Burt was blinking and staring up at the magnificently proportioned woman as she returned to his side on the couch and began to open his belt buckle.
"Hey, what're you doing? Don't!"
"It's only a simple examination. Before we go any farther with our discussion, I've got to see if there are any abnormalities about your penis. Please hold still."
"Hey, not here! In an office, maybe, but not here!"
Lorrie jerked down his zipper and sat back from him. The cool air felt good on his highly inflamed cock, but her hot glare of disgust and the scanty covering of his shorts felt extremely uncomfortable.
"We are quite alone, and this living room is very little different from my professional office. And I am quite used to dealing with men who try to hide their abnormalities behind false modesty."
"There's nothing ab...."
Burt fell silent as she pulled her low-cut blouse down from a large, smooth shoulder and took it off that arm. He goggled at the size of her tit, bulging out at the lace-edged cup of her tight white bra. And he drew back on the couch with his hands locked over his throbbing hard cock as a bra strap was slipped and the cup was drawn down-to reveal a big, blunt-pointed tit that needed no bra at all.
Calmly professional, Lorrie said, "You see? There can be no modesty of any kind when it comes to sex therapy."
She somehow maintained that outward calm as she took Burt's hands from his lap, opened his zipper the rest of the way, and peeled down the front of his shorts to expose the longest and thickest cock she had ever imagined. Absorbed by the sight of her big, bare tit, Burt didn't seem to notice the trembling in her fingers as she gently tested the firmness of a cock she knew to be much too large for her steadily oozing cunt. She knew very well she should quit this madness with Burt and somehow get back to the relative safety of a boy like Billy, but with a huge beauty of a cock like that in her hand, it was quite difficult to stop.
"I can understand why you associate with prostitutes, Burt. Your penis is quite abnormal."
"Big," said Burt, staring down at Lorrie's tit, much more than a double handful of creamy white womanflesh, and perfectly crested with a robustly pink areola and big nipple.
Her fingers curled round his cock, hot and hard, as she followed his gaze. "And you have a strong breast fixation. You've never seen any as big as mine. We should get you over that before we go on to more important matters."
Burt gasped and jerked when, with a downward squeeze, Lorrie let go of his cock. He tried to breathe smoothly and evenly as she leisurely peeled her blouse down over her other shoulder, then drew down her bra completely to expose the twin of the gorgeous big tit he'd been staring at. One of Lorrie's hands was still tingling from the touch of his cock as she fondled and squeezed her big tits while she smiled at Billy's recently irate father.
"You see? I have nothing to hide," she murmured. "We've got to be honest with each other. Did your ex-wife have breasts as large as mine?"
"No! Her ti-Eleanor had very small breasts."
"Now we're getting somewhere. Just relax, Burt. Would you like to touch my tits while we talk?"
"Oh, yes. I ... Oh, yes!"
She took his hands in hers and guided them to her tits. His trembling touch was absolutely thrilling, but not quite so thrilling as the feeling of his hard, hot cock in her hand. She stroked it, softly and very effectively, as she said, "And I imagine your Eleanor had quite a time taking care of a cock of this size."
"She was small," Burt murmured, completely enthralled by this wonderful woman's big tits, by the freedom with which they were offered, by the delicate resiliency of her very protuberant nipples. "She wasn't built like you at all."
"You hurt her when you fucked her?"
"Often. Yes, I did. But I tried to please her in other ways."
Lorrie's eyebrow went up, and so did her hopes. "Cunnilingus? Did you go down on her? Did she like you to eat her pussy?"
"I did it, but ... but it wasn't something she liked. She said it made her feel dirty."
Lorrie felt like throwing herself on top of him. But she laughed and kissed his cheek in what she felt was a properly sisterly way, and said, "You poor dear. There's nothing at all dirty about oral sex. But I'm sure you're glad you don't have to do that any more. Or could it be that you enjoyed it?" she said, nestling closer, making him shiver and shudder along with her as she smoothly drew her warm hand up the entire length of his truly remarkable cock.
"I ... enjoyed it. A lot," Burt confessed, leaning back on the couch with this beautiful woman, smelling her perfumed breath and warmly massaging her glorious tits.
"Then that's something you must miss now, taking an attractive young prostitute up to her room, undressing her, touching her everywhere, and then fucking her without the added pleasures of putting your face between her legs, smelling her fragrance, kissing her lovely warm cunt, licking it, sucking it, loving it."
Burt let go of Lorrie's tits to grab her by the shoulders as he said, "Lorrie, I do it anyway! Young or old, black or white, when one of those hookers shows me her cuntr I've just gotta get down on my knees and kiss it! I can't help it! I just love the feeling of cunt up against my face!""
"Interesting," said Lorrie, and let go of his cock, pushed his hands from her shoulders, and got up from the couch. His face was flushed and his eyes were staring glassily as she peeled off her blouse and bra, leaving her voluptuously big body completely naked from the waist up.
"Your sexual abnormalities just seem to go on and on," she said, looking down past the swell of her very stiff-nippled left tit as she worked at the fastening of her skirt's zipper. His mouth was hanging open now, and his hands were open at either side of the big pink pole of his cock.
"Big tits, streetwalkers, eating pussy, an outrageously big cock. Really, there's no end to your sexual problems. Next you'll be telling me you've a fetish for lacy panties, like these," said Lorrie, and wriggled her skirt down over her hips and let it fall.
"Oh, God," Burt muttered. Her panties were all lace, black, very tight around the wideness of her hips and across the whitness of her belly. The bulge of her cunt looked enormous, yet compactly contained by her panties. Through their lace he could see the elastic straps of her garters, stretched down from the narrow black satin band of the garter belt that dug softly into her waist. The scent of her cunt was exquistely penetrating, as he murmured, "Lorrie, what the hell are you trying to do to me?"
"Perhaps I'm testing you. Seeing if you tell the truth. Is it only a naked cunt that makes you have to get down on your knees and kiss it?"
Burt was down on his knees right away and kissing that beautiful cunt. Soft as the black lace was, the flesh just beneath it was infinitely softer, and it was warm and living, throbbing with life and richly redolent of the scent of bold and beautiful woman in heat. Crouched down on the floor, with his hot, quaking hands upon thighs that were velvety soft and thrillingly large, Burt's hungry mouth covered all of the mound of her cunt with his kisses. He crouched lower still, kissing upward into humid and pungently sweet hollows, very close to the cunt that bulged out the lacy black crotchband and steadily throbbed with life and with sensuous vitality.
Lorrie smiled down through the very deep valley between the big tits she was massing so warmly and well. The confidence she felt was only exceeded by the thrilling anticipation of a real man's mouth pressed hot against her bare cunt as she said, "Would you like to take my panties off?"
"Oh, yes. Oh, please," said Burt, scrabbling at their lacy waistband with his fingers, still kissing at their lacy crotchband with his mouth.
"I didn't say you could yet. Strip naked first."
"Oh, Jesus. Oh, God. Oh, Lorrie. I've dreamed about a woman like you," Burt said, ripping off his clothing, casting it aside, presenting himself naked on his knees, and presenting her with still more of his ardent kisses.
She laughed and pushed him back, made a half-turn and bumped her big, soft hip against his face. Blinking, panting against the black lace and white velvet of her, Burt was presented with a whole panorama of powerful feminine beauty as Lorrie continued to turn, continued to nudge her perfumed softnesses against his slack-jawed face.
Stretched tight, the legholes of her panties were drawn up to expose the lower swells of a truly grand pair of buttocks. With her back to him, Lorrie hiked up the back of her panties some more and bent over, and without a word of instruction from her, Burt placed his hands on her hips and pressed his hot mouth against the firmly yielding swells of her asscheeks.
Each one of those gorgeous big swells seemed more than one man could handle. Burt had to slide one hand up inside the ultra tight seat of her lacy black pants in order to hold one big buttock properly for his nuzzling and for his kisses. His cock was throbbing painfully, but the flesh in his hands was far too rare and lovely for him to think of letting it go for even a moment. He was trying his best to reach in between those glorious asscheeks when she straightened up and continued to turn in his grasping hands. Burt kissed his way around her thigh, and by the time he was kissing her cunt once again, her fantastically beautiful big ass was completely forgotten.
"You may take my panties down now, Burt. But don't be surprised at what you see."
They were tight but they were stretchy. Fearful of tearing them, Burt fought down his rushing eagerness and worked them down over her hips. The swell of her belly was ultra smooth, and entirely bereft of a sign of a hair. The mound of her cunt was a beautiful bulge and as, down came her panties, he saw it was hairless as well, he murmured her name in a plaintive moan and began kissing her there.
"Darling, you haven't taken my panties down all the way. No, don't stop kissing my cunt to do it, dear. It's something I simply adore, having my cunt kissed, especially by someone who loves it so much he'll kiss any cunt he sees. Have you seen your sister's? Beautiful. Have you seen your niece's cunt? Sweet and pretty as it can be. But have you ever seen a cunt like mine?"
CHAPTER NINE
"Oh, look at that!" said Burt, kissing Lorrie's hairless cunt before he could properly see it.
She stood with her hands placed down flat on her hips as he knelt at her feet and covered her broad and beautiful cunt mound with warm, smacking kisses, holding onto" the sides of her thighs with trembling hands as he did so.
Burt kissed his way through the hollows of Lorrie's warm groin, kissed his way up and down her lovely, plump cuntlips, took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh. Her musk was as pungently sweet as the musk of a teenaged virgin, but beneath that sweet scent was that acrid, funky smell of hot cunt.
Burt grinned up past those big, jutting tits that her hands were still fondling, and said, "I might be down here for a long, long time."
Her tits swung forward like the heavy weights they were as Lorrie bent down and took Burt's chin in her fingers. "While you're there, do a very good job," she said, and kissed him, sucked on his open mouth and thrust her long tongue in it, and clearly felt any unawakened part of his body come springing to life.
Burt left the kiss gasping. "You are some kind of super woman! Is that tongue for real?"
"Yes, and I know how to use it. Do you?"
With that she clapped her hand on the nape of his neck and straightened up far enough to feed him one of her tits. He took all he could of it at once, with hands and mouth and tongue. Her silken smooth areola, stippled with tiny bumps, was too big to take in his mouth. But her nipple itself was just right for sucking, as big as the end of his thumb and ail softly corrugated with velvet dimples.
The man and his mouth had Lorrie highly aroused. He seemed to be the perfect man for her, highly passionate and yet quite easy to dominate, with a horny young son thrown in for good measure whom she knew she could train to be a docile little house pet. She wanted to pull out all her emotional stops and give herself to Burt completely, but not at the expense of having to take his big cock in her nearly virginal cunt.
She smiled in a wicked way and winked at the man who was ardently sucking her tit. If she held back a little, if she exercised discipline and self-control, it was possible to claim this man completely and still reject his immensely big cock. Control and self-discipline, discipline and self-control, she kept telling herself as she drew one nicely sucked nipple from his mouth and promptly fed him the other.
Lorrie's tits were huge, they were beautiful, and they were hugely erotic to Burt. But still they were only a warm-up for the cunt he was dying to suck. It was a cunt to end all cunts. It was a cunt he knew very well he'd have no trouble at all in sliding into with his oversized cock. Still and all, cunt-sucking hound that he was, once he tasted that cunt he might forget all about screwing this wonderful woman who'd dropped into his lonely life. And, thinking about getting his face down between her gorgeous legs and his mouth on her lovely bald cunt, Burt slipped his mouth from her nipple and began kissing his way toward his goal.
"That was nice," Lorrie told him, rubbing his ears, running her fingers through his hair. "I love to have my tits sucked and licked by a sexy man like you. All over my tummy now, honey. Yes-s-s, I like that, too. I like the way you use your tongue, Burt. Put it in my belly button now. Down deep. Dig with it. Yeah-a-h-h. Feels nice. Gets me hot. Makes me want to sit right down on your face."
"Lorrie, it gets me hot, too," said Burt through his pantings. "I could kiss you and touch you all day long! And Lorrie, if you want to sit on my face now, just tell me to he down."
Instead of that she leaned over again and kissed him, felt the shudders ripping all through his body as she used her tongue to its best effect. And as she backed off from this, she saw his cock jutting hugely up from his loins. It was a beautiful big thing, but no matter how she looked at it, entirely too big for her cunt. She squatted down on her haunches before him, knees out like his were, and took his thick, heavy cock in her hands as she slipped him more of her tongue. He looked as if he might faint when she backed off this time.
"Yes, you're hot," Lorrie murmured, very lightly stroking Burt's cock. "And your cock feels absolutely feverish. Hold still. I'll cool it off."
Lorrie pursed her lips, bent down and blew on it. Burt didn't exactly hold still. He moaned and thrust up with his hips, fell back against the couch with his elbows, and then he started gasping and writhing as Lorrie's long tongue came sliding out over his cock.
The gooey wetness on its end was delicious. Lorrie scooped it all up with the tip of her tongue, then formed her tongue in the shape of a U and slid it down the underside of Burt's big, hot cock. He was gasping and panting and moaning when she hp-nibbled her way up to his cock's bulbous red knob again, and the moment she slipped her slick lips over it and gave it the smallest suck, Burt started creaming quite heavily.
Lorrie hadn't been ready for it. She choked on the first big gusher and took her mouth from his cock. It spurted two jets of white jism against Lorrie's tits before she could get it inside her mouth again. She sucked and swallowed as fast as she could, for his jism was spurting heavily, and at the same time she vigorously pumped the hard shaft of his cock with both hands to get more of it out of him. His jism filled her mouth with tingling sensation. It filled her belly with a lovely glow that tried to reach down to her cunt. And it filled her with great relief that she'd emptied his balls before he had tried to shove his big cock up her cunt. And it was a big one, with just the knob of it enough to make quite a mouthful. She sucked every last droplet of jism out of it before she took her mouth from his cock and gave it a warm little kiss.
"I'm sorry," Burt muttered. "I just couldn't hold back. And just look, I got it all over your tits."
Lorrie thought the runners of pearly white jism looked rather good drooling over the bright-pink nipples of her tits, but she said, "Wipe it off, Burt. Make my tits all pretty and nice for you again."
Burt didn't wipe it off, but he rubbed it in. Lorrie warmly encouraged him in this, for his jism-wet hand sliding over her tits was delightful and very erotic to behold. The taut skin of her very full tits glistened like satin as Burt lovingly rubbed in the jism, kneading and squeezing, paying very special attention to her nipples. It did very nice things to Lorrie, and it made her remember her cunt.
She took Burt's hand and led it between her legs, and said, "I still want some of your kisses there, you know."
"Go down," she said, and with her hand on the back of his head, she lay back on the floor with a smile and a sigh.
Lorrie's cunt was lovely to look at and beautiful to suck, and there wasn't a hair in Burt's way as he did this. As a rule he was raging with pent-up desires each time he got his mouth on a cunt. But this time, thanks to this wonderful woman, he could devote some time to the luscious hot business at hand. Burt settled down between Lorrie's upraised knees to get his fill of her cunt, for a while.
Lorrie, relaxed and relieved, hadn't a thing to worry about. She knew men well enough to know Burt would be spent for some time, giving her time to enjoy his expert cunt-licking. And he was an expert, easily as good as any of the sisters at the convent. Perhaps even better, she thought, as he warmed to his task, using his tongue and his lips, his nose and his chin, to reach all he could of her cunt. He liked every bit of it, and he wanted every bit of it at once. With his fingers holding and kneading her cuntlips, he lapped in between them with his tongue, and each time his tongue slid over Lorrie's clitoris, she missed the girls at the convent even less.
"Burt! Burt, you're just wonderful!" she exclaimed as she realized it was going on past the point of anything she'd ever known before.
Burt's reply was to circle her clit with his lips, and suck it and lick it while he thought of her sucking his cock.
"Burt! Dear Heavens!"
Lorrie could no longer hold still. Something inside her exploded or broke, and she couldn't control herself. Self-discipline? Self-control? Those were things of the past as she thrashed about on the carpet, beating the floor with her fists, arching her body up for more of Burt's mouth, then falling back down and throwing her legs in the air and grabbing his head with both hands.
"BUR-R-R-R-T! IT'S HAPPENING TO ME! I'M CUMMING, OH GOD, HOW I'M CUMMING!"
Burt kept on sucking her clit.
"N-N-N-NG! A LITTLE MORE! OH-H-H-H! KEEP ME GOING!"
Burt kept her going. And he helped himself get going again by giving his cock a good stroking, though it seemed that he needed nothing more than the cunt he'd been given to suck on.
"RR-R-R-RGH! AHH-H-H-H! OH-H-H-H!"
All Lorrie needed was her flying fingers in her cunt when Burt at last backed off from it. He gave his cock a few more rapid strokes while he hungrily looked at her. Naked except for her garter belt and hose, quaking all over and churning and thrashing and moaning, she was frigging herself just as fast as she could. Firm as her tits were, they were shaking like jelly. So were the lower halves of her asscheeks, to be seen on the thick red carpet. And her cunt, wide open and richly pink, was no more than a most tantalizing blur as she moved it in time with her fingers. Burt moved forward on his knees, moved her fingers from her cunt and introduced his cock to it.
If Lorrie thought at all in her madly orgasming state, she thought it was his chin she felt between her legs. But then when she felt his face at her tits, she knew what it was down there and she panicked-too late.
"don't!" she shouted, again too late, for he'd shoved his whole cock into her.
It wedged her apart, it split her, but it felt so very good she knew she'd never forget this moment for as long as she lived. She opened her eyes to look down at their union, saw that the whole straining length of his cockshaft was still straining in at her, and again she shouted, "don't!"
True panic seized Loretta then, and with it came the strength to throw him off of her. But the fit of his cock was so terribly tight in her cunt that she had to roll over with him. He wound up on his back, she on her knees astraddle his hips, with the head of his cock still firmly inside her screamingly stretched-out cunt.
"Burt, take it out! Burt, it's too big for me! Burt! Burt! Bur-r-r-rt!" Lorrie wailed as the wedge in her cunt stole the strength from her legs, and her weight slowly bore her down on his cock.
She thought it would reach on up to her tonsils. She thought it would reach to her brain. She knew for certain it would split her completely in two, but then she was panting and lying against his chest, saying, "It's all inside me. Al-l-l of it's deep, deep inside me, and I'm still alive. Burt, thank you. Thank you for not killing me with your cock! But don't try to take it out. I know I'd die if you even tried to take it out."
"Not even this far?" said the smiling Burt, and drew back half an inch, no more.
"RRRGH!" Lorrie groaned.
"Back in?" said Burt, and pushed up till his pubic hairs were nestled against Lorrie's bald cunt.
"Out, out, out!" she moaned, and then, "In, in, in! Burt, what's that cock of yours doing to me? Burt, I can't hold still!"
Lorrie's wig almost flew off her head as she sat up. Then her tits looked like they'd fly off her chest with their bounding and jouncing as she rode Burt's gigantic cock. There was still pain mixed in with the heavenly pleasure, just the right amount of pain to satisfy Lorrie's deepest inner needs.
She rode him and rode him, taught herself new ways to ride him as she went along, twisting this way and that, bending forward and back, always with her cunt sliding up and down his magnificent pole.
Its head was too large, too mushroom shaped to let his cock slip out of her cunt. Her hands clutching hard at his hips wouldn't let that happen. Her big buttocks were bouncing and jouncing along with her heavy tits as she rode Burt's cock from one orgasm to another until all the heavenly orgasms were blended into one, and Burt was shoving upward to help it along.
"DO IT! FUCK ME! CUM ALL OVER ME! IN MY CUNT! BURT, IN MY RED-HOT CUNT!"
"UR-R-R-RGH!" Burt's jism geysered up into Lorrie's belly, unseen but not unfelt. There it exploded in a ball of white-hot fire that spread through her limbs to her fingers and toes, while more balls of wonderful fire burst in her gut. She had to scream with it. She had to burst with it. She had to keep madly riding Burt's magnificent cock till its burstings had stopped and the fire was glowing unquenchably inside her as she fell forward on his chest. "I love you," she panted. "Yes, dear. I love you, too."
"I'm bald."
"Mm-hm."
"My head. Shaved. This morning I was a nun. Billy fucked me, too. And I tried to take advantage of you. Sorry. So sorry. I love you, Burt."
"A nun? Shaved head? What the hell are you talking about?"
Lorrie started crying. "I can't help it. It wasn't my fault."
"And you made Billy screw you, too? Goddamn, aren't there any decent women in this world?"
"I'm sorry!" Lorrie wailed. "I'm sorry. But I love you. I dp!" , "Bullshit. You're in love with my cock, you whore! You don't know a damned thing about love! Get off me, you fat sow!"
Lorrie pushed up from his chest, wiped her tears, and scowled down at the man beneath her.
"Don't call me fat, you skinny twerp. And don't think I'm in love with that oversized, freaky cock of yours! And I didn't make Billy screw me! He raped me while I was asleep! And don't you dare curse in my presence again, and don't ever tell me I don't know anything about love!"
"Lorrie, I'm sorry! Baby-doll, don't be mad! I don't care what you and Billy did! I don't even care if you were a nun! I love you, I want you, Lorrie, I need you! Please don't be mad at me!"
Her scowl softened, changed into a smile, and she said, "We'd better let the others out of Anita's bedroom. And then maybe you and I can take a little nap."
CHAPTER TEN
Lorrie and Burt walked hand in hand to Anita's bedroom door. Lorrie opened it and Burt gasped when he looked inside. There on the bed were Anita and Ellen, mother and daughter, each of them bare-ass naked and clasping the other one to her with very visible ardor and warmth.
They lay crossways on the big bed, their very fair complexions looking stark white and beautiful against the backdrop of the red velvet bedspread. The bedspread was rumpled and mussed from their previous rollings and twistings, but they now lay almost immobile, each with her face buried deeply between the legs of the other.
Young Ellen lay on her back, Anita on top of her, with her head facing opposite Ellen's. Ellen's golden hair was all spread out on the bedspread, but her face was obscured by her mother's loins, wide open and moving softly and constantly. Anita's back was swayed down along her slender waist, so the movement of her hips kept her velvety smooth belly brushing and kissing against her daughter's tits. Anita's tits were nestled warmly and snugly against Ellen's flat tummy as, with her arms circling Ellen's smooth thighs, she nuzzled and foraged with her mouth against Ellen's crotch.
"That's disgusting!" Burt exclaimed.
Anita tossed back her flaming red hair and looked up at him through languid and sex-glazed eyes. Then she looked down before her at the cunt of her only daughter, a juicy pink split in her wide-open crotch, thinly covered with very wet blonde hair at each side of it. Anita's red waves fell forward again as she lowered her mouth to go on with the kissing and sucking of Ellen's reaching cunt.
"Disgusting?" said Lorrie. Her hand slid around Burt's hip to grasp the hairy base of his cock as she spoke. "I find it to be rather beautiful to behold. So should you. Men always admire pretty women. And both Anita and Ellen are more than just pretty. Seeing the two of them together like that should really inspire you, Burt dear. And I see that it is."
Burt looked down at himself. Sure enough, his cock was slowly thickening and rising. "That's not from looking at them. It's from standing here beside you, you beautiful sex bomb. It's because of those big tits of yours rubbing up against me, and your naked cunt right here at my side, and because of the way you're playing with my horny old cock."
"But your cock wasn't horny when we started in here, Burt. It started getting hard the minute you saw your sister and niece on the bed like that. Sixty-nine. Look again and tell me it isn't sexy."
With his cock still on the rise, Burt glared at the two on the bed, and said, "I still think it's sort of disgusting. I mean, they're mother and daughter."
Just then Anita and Ellen rolled over, and in the panoramic view of the pair, it was hard to tell which was the mother and which was the daughter. Both naked bodies were really quite stunning, each one firm and very shapely, and each one responding to the warm kisses of the other with total involvement.
Lorrie gave Burt an equally warm kiss on the mouth, and said, "Whether they're mother and daughter or not, it's looking at them that's getting you hot. It's doing the same for me. And if I was on the bed doing that with a woman while you were watching me, it would get me even hotter. Think about that. Think about my coming over to see you some time with another girl along with me.
Think about watching us kiss each other's cunts and getting you so hot you have to get up on the bed with us and fuck us both."
"You'd ... let me fuck another woman?"
"Anything that turns you on. I don't think I'll ever want to do much sixty-nining with another woman again, but if I did and you wanted to watch, it would make it twice as good."
"Yeah? Would you like to see me screwing that other woman? Not that I ever would."
"I'd be jealous, but I'd probably love it. Do you want to try? Do you want to get up there now and put your hands all over Ellen's ass, and maybe push this beautiful big cock of yours up inside her cunt while Anita's eating her clit?"
Burt looked back at the bed, swayed in that direction, then grabbed a handful of Lorrie's tit and said, "Yes, darn it, but not right now. Right now I want to take you back in the living room and fuck you again. What the hell have you done to me, woman? I want to fuck you and suck you twenty-four hours a day!"
"Let's go back to the couch and get at it, darling," said Lorrie, and kissed him again while she stroked his magnificently big, hard cock from one end to the other. He was starting to leave the bedroom when she said, "What happened to Billy?"
They glanced about Anita's bedroom, they looked behind the open door, and there he was, sitting back; in a chair, closely watching the scene on the bed, and rapidly beating his meat.
Burt grabbed him by the hair and stood him up. "How many times have I told you not to play with yourself?"
"I couldn't help it, Pop. I was going crazy watching Aunt Anita and EJlen do that to each other."
"Masturbation is very bad for you!"
"Sometimes I just can't help it!"
As father and son stood there arguing, Lorrie reached down and took hold of both their stiff cocks. "Don't raise your voices. You'll disturb our two friends on the bed. Come into the living room and we'll talk."
She led them back to the couch by their cocks. She still had a huge, hard cock in one hand and a good-sized and very hard cock in the other as she sat them down on the couch and knelt on the cushions between them. She turned to Burt to explain that masturbation in the teenager is considered quite normal by most sex experts, and while she was doing this, her big round buttocks were facing in Billy's direction. He stopped his masturbation to put his hot hands on Lorrie's ass, fondling and stroking the flawless white globes and slipping his finger up inside her asshole. Her passions were rising again, helped along by Burt's hands on her tits while she talked about sex with him and fluttered her hands up and down the length of his stiff-standing cock.
When Lorrie turned to Billy to explain the dangers of excessive masturbation, Burt laid his claim to her ass. It was too big and too perfectly formed to be ignored. So were her tits, for as Billy tried to listen to what she was telling him, his hands moved to them to take up where his father had left off.
Back and forth Lorrie turned, talking, explaining, and getting so hot, she soon couldn't think. She'd just had all she wanted of his very big cock, but now, even in the presence of his fully aroused and beautifully naked son, she wanted more of it.
"Let's talk more about it later," she said. "If you don't fuck me now, I'm going to scream."
"With Billy right here?"
"Oh, he can find ways of amusing himself," said Lorrie, and winked at Billy as she threw one leg over Burt's lap and took his cock in hand to lead it to her cunt.
Moments later she was moving her hips up and down over Burt's lap, thrilling to the feel of his big cock splitting her cunt. Just watching her ass move was too much for young Billy. He got around behind her, and at the first touch of his hard cock in the deep groove of her ass, Lorrie halted her bouncing on Burt's cock for Billy's insertion.
Burt kept on fucking her while Billy fitted his cock in Lorrie's asshole. If the fit of Burt's cock had been tight before, as Burt heaved his hips up under her, while from behind, Billy shoved his cock up Lorrie's ass.
"OH! All the cock any woman could dream of!" Lorrie exclaimed as two hard cocks drove almost vertically into her. "It's beautiful! Both of you! The two men I love most in the world! OH! OH! OH!"
The bedroom door opened and Anita and Ellen appeared, tousled and heavy with sex, and curious about the sounds being made in their living room. They saw Lorrie sandwiched between Burt and Billy, with quite enough room between them so that Lorrie's tits could jounce in time to the double fucking she was getting. Her tits were a large white blur, for the cocks driving up in her cunt and her asshole were moving with alternate strokes, one corning out while the other plunged inside. They were moving like pistons in a steam engine, and the engine was Lorrie's body, suspended between them as Lorrie knelt on her knees on the couch.
She was squealing and gasping in rising crescendo as the pistons of cockflesh kept driving up into her. And now as Anita and Ellen watched, the vibrations rippling and quaking through Lorrie's big body shook the wig off her head, and still Burt and Billy kept on with their hard-driving cocks.
"Together now, son!" Burt exclaimed, and skipped half a stroke with his cock. Now each cock was lunging up into her simultaneously while father and son worked together to fill her with cock.
Each upward slam of the rampantly hard cocks was a heavenly jolt to Lorrie. With both of them reaching a climax, they were giving it all they had. Her screams and her shouts were rising in volume, and now her tits and her ass were jouncing and bouncing together. Two cocks began spurting and gushing within her. Their jism mixed and mingled as it ran down her inner thighs. Though Burt's and Billy's fucking efforts were beginning to flag now, they still surged triumphantly into her cunt and her asshole till all three were spent and exhausted and collapsed on the couch in a heap of sex-drenched flesh.
"Lorrie certainly took to sex quickly," said Anita.
Ellen said, "I'd sure like to try it that way sometime."
"Not with those two. They'll be shot for a while now."
"And then," Ellen mournfully said, "I don't think Lorrie would let us use them again. Mamma, watching them has me all itchy again. Do you want to go back to bed?"
"Yes, I do," said her mother. "But let's look for my dildo first. I know it's around here someplace."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It was the day before Ellen's eighteenth birthday. If she was found to be a virgin that day, she and her mother would inherit Ellen's father's fortune. If not, it would go to Dr. Paul Rhodes so that he could build a wing on his medical clinic, which Anita would administer at a moderate salary. Anita wanted all the money, and with what Ellen had learned about men in the past several days, Anita thought she could get all the money even though Ellen's virginity was gone.
Anita drove toward the clinic feeling confident. As she parked the Mercedes next to the clinic, she gave her daughter some final instructions.
"It will be easy, Ellen. Once you've gotten your clothes off and once he's gotten his hands on you, I guarantee you he'll have his cock in you before he checks to see if you've still got your hymen. He may be a grouch, but he's still a young man."
"Oo, I wish it was already in me," said Ellen, squirming her hot little bottom on the car seat.
Dr. Paul Rhodes was a small man, about thirty-five years old, with a brusk and professional manner about him. He wore glasses and had a small mustache. He habitually glared at Anita rather than merely looking at her, and that day when they met in his office was no exception.
But Anita was smiling as she said, "I'd like you to give Ellen a complete examination today. Everything. I'll wait here in your office while you do it."
"I insist that you be present while I examine your daughter, Mrs. Barker. That is only right and proper."
Anita couldn't talk him out of it. Still she thought her plan would work as Dr. Rhodes ushered Anita and Ellen into a small examination room, white and sterile and gleaming with medical apparatus.
"Get behind that screen and disrobe, please, Ellen," said the doctor. "There's a hospital smock hanging there which you can put on."
Ellen brushed past him and disappeared behind the screen. Rhodes busied himself making notes on a clipboard, now and then glancing up from it to glare at Anita, seated in a chair with her legs crossed, and rather nervously kneading her gloved hands.
When Ellen came out from behind the screen, she was naked. She was gloriously naked, in fact. Her very fair skin, tinged a delicate shade of pink, was flawless and glowed with young womanly health. The golden blonde hair of her cunt was all fluffed up and pretty, scarcely concealing the demurely pink lips of a cunt so lovely that all who had seen it had fallen in love with it. Her tits, very young, very firm, very prominent, rose proudly and high on her chest, crested with rosy pink nipples that were turgid and puckered and stiff.
"I just couldn't put that starched cotton smock on, Dr. Rhodes," she said. "It chafed against my nipples so much that I couldn't even stand it. It seems like my nipples are stiff and sore all the time any more. Could you examine me there first?"
Rhodes grunted and nodded and put his hands on Ellen's tits. He squeezed them and felt them, kneading those perfectly magnificent young tits as if they were so much hamburger meat, then made notes on his clipboard and told Ellen to get up on the scales.
There seemed. to be something wrong with the scales. Rhodes knelt behind Ellen to make an adjustment, and as he did so his eyes were on a level with Ellen's naked ass. Less than a foot away from his face were two globes of utterly perfect young womanflesh, impudently rounded, smoothly curved, entirely without blemish and split with the deep crack that led down to her cunt. Rhodes hardly glanced at that ass. As he made his adjustments he was glaring at Anita, still in the chair, and still nervously twisting her gloved hands together and softly swinging her crossed leg.
Ellen's height and weight were recorded on the clipboard. Rhodes continued with the examination with his usual brusk efficiency, still treating Ellen as if her curvaceous nude body were a side of meat, and still glaring at Anita from time to time. Anita was getting worried, until she saw the slight but definite bulge in the front of Dr. Rhodes' pants. The examination was coming to an end. He had asked Ellen to lie down on the table and put her feet in the stirrups when Anita spoke to him.
"Dr. Rhodes, let's let Ellen rest for a moment before we get to that. She's tired and frightened, and I have something I want to discuss with you. Put on that smock and wait outside, Ellen."
Ellen demurely obeyed. As Rhodes glared down at Anita, seated before him, she let her purse slip from her lap.
"Be a dear and pick that up for me," she said.
He paused for a moment and then bent down to do so, and as he did, Anita laid her gloved hand on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry we haven't gotten to be better friends, Paul."
"I don't make many friends here on the job," he said, looking straight at her nyloned knee, and settling down on his knee as Anita's fingers, covered with soft leather, touched his cheek.
Anita nudged his thigh with the point of her high-heeled shoe as she said, "I imagine you see an awful lot of naked women here on the job."
"Yes, I do," he said as the point of her shoe nudged him and nudged him again, and as her gloved fingers strayed to his ear.
"Naked women, all smelling of disinfectant," she said, brushing the tips of her leathered and perfumed fingers over his lips.
"I've grown to hate the smell of disinfectant," he muttered, wincing slightly now at each new nudge of her toe against his leg.
Anita fished a cigarette out of her purse, rose to her feet and lit it, and threw the match on the floor. Dr. Rhodes remained where he was, gazing up at Anita's black-covered, very shapely body, so close before him. Through lips that were glossy red, she blew a cloud of smoke down at him, then turned about.
"Are the seams of my stockings straight, Paul?"
"They look ... just fine."
"All the way up?"
She could feel him crouch lower. She could feel the soft touch of his breath against the backs of her calves. There was a tremor in his voice as he said, "As far as I can see."
"They should be straight all the way to my garter belt straps. Just lift up my skirt and check for me."
"I ... I can't do that!"
Anita turned, bent over and lightly kissed him on the lips, brushing her leather-gloved fingers over his face. She took off his glasses and said, "Yes, you can. Just lift up my skirt and look. There's a dear. Before you do, take off all your clothes. Ellen will wait. She's such a good girl."
Ellen wasn't waiting. Alone in the outer office, she was thirsty and in a high state of nervous excitement, brought on by the cool hands of Dr. Rhodes. Her cunt seethed and throbbed between her parted thighs. The coarse cotton smock chafed hard at her turgid nipples with each of her movements. And her mouth was as dry as a cotton swab. The nurse was gone from her desk. Ellen had noticed a water fountain in the hall of the clinic. Bare-footed, with the smock loosely tied at the back of her neck, she padded out into the hall to seek what relief she could find.
Her ass was bare between the halves of the thigh-length white smock as she walked down the hall, drawing glances from nurses and patients, and drawing a stare from an intern named Clinton Walker. He was tall, blond, young, handsome, and he had a stethoscope sticking out of the pocket of his white nylon jacket. He had been about to enter one of the clinic's offices when Ellen smiled demurely up at him and walked past him, but now he took his hand off the doorknob and followed after the softly switching young hips and the winking vertical smile coming from between a pair of asscheeks far more interesting than any he'd seen in medical school.
The beautiful blonde girl stopped at the water fountain, gave Clint a tiny smile, and bent over it to drink. The halves of her smock fell aside, fully revealing the curve of her spine, the narrow indentation of her waist, the full extent of the curves and swells of her naked hips and ass. He paused close behind her and asked if she was waiting to see a physician.
She turned about, looked up at him through wide, sparkling blue eyes. Her lips, petal-soft and rose-pink, remained parted when she'd said, "I think my doctor went out to lunch. Could you help me?"
Clint took her into an unused examination room, and in reply to his question, Ellen said, "The ends of my titties are all stiff and sore, and I itch all the time down between my legs. But I know I don't have a disease there 'cause I'm still a virgin."
"We'll just have a look," said the smiling intern, and reached behind Ellen's neck and untied her smock.
She wriggled her shoulders and the smock fell to the floor at her feet. The intern was still smiling as he placed, his hands on her shoulders and petted them down her arms. She smiled back at him as he placed his hands on her slim young waist, ran them up and down her rib cage as she held her arms out from her sides. He stooped lower and they were smiling at each dther as he ran his hands over the youthful swells of her hips and down over her smooth, warm outer thighs. Down to her ankles he went with his hands, and then he brought them up the front of her, softly and smoothly and warmly, over her dimpled knees and her thighs. He briefly framed her blonde-haired cunt with his palms, felt the heat throbbing there in her loins. Over her stomach he went with them, and as he rose to his feet he was softly kneading her beautiful tits, and she was swaying closer to him, all dewy-eyed and trusting completely.
"Yes, you nipples are very stiff and hard. Do they hurt you all the time?"
"All the time. But if feels some better now. You doctors have such nice hands."
"A little Vaseline would help." He reached for the jar. "I'll work it in well. Watch how I'm doing it. Then you can do it yourself."
Ellen looked down at the long, strong, immaculate fingers smoothly pulling and rubbing at her elongated pink nipples. Then she looked up at the smiling young doctor and said, "That feels so good. But it makes me feel funny. All over funny."
"Then I'd better stop."
"Oh, no! No, please don't stop yet. It makes me feel funny, but it makes me feel real, real good. Especially down between my legs. You know?"
He nodded. "I know. I feel funny there, too."
"You do? I feel almost like I'm going to faint. I have to squeeze my legs together real hard just to keep from fainting. Maybe if I laid down...."
Clint worked the rest of the Vaseline into her beautiful, firm young tits. He , brushed his lips against her forehead and helped her up on the examination table, petting her, soothing her. She lay on her back gazing up at him with perfect trust in her eyes as he fitted the stirrups in the corners of the table and tenderly placed her dainty pink feet in them.
Her wide-open crotch was so perfectly lovely he could hardly bring himself to look at it. But he did, adjusting his stiff and throbbing cock straight up in his pants as she lay on the table, softly squirming, with her pink and gold cunt snugly nestled between her smoothly tapering thighs. Clint's hard cock bulged up along the full length of his fly as he moved to the side of the table and petted the girl's hip, then eased his hand down between her legs.
"Did that hurt you?" he asked, when she winced.
"Oh, no! It feels nice. Your hand feels so nice it surprised me," she said, fidgeting to a more comfortable position on her back, and brushing her knuckles across the long ridge in his pants as she put her hands up beside her shoulders. Clint returned to massaging her tits while with his other hand he massaged her little cunt.
"You're very damp between your legs."
"Yes. I can feel it, And getting damper."
"Wet, that's the word for it."
"I'm sorry. I just can't help it. Is it normal?"
"Oh, yes. It's just that you're becoming aroused. That's my fault, I'm afraid. But I'm afraid it's your fault that I'm aroused."
She only had to turn her head a few inches and she was looking straight at the bulge in his pants. And as she did her flushed cheeks became pinker, and she said, "You? You are, too?"
"That's right. My cock is up as hard as it can be."
"It is?" Ellen said, and brushed that long bulge with her knuckles again, this time with no pretense of accident. "Could I see?"
It was difficult for Clint to take his hands from the girl's naked body, even for the purpose of unzipping his pants. But he did it, and she kept watching closely, rubbing her cunt with one hand and lightly grasping his big, long cock with the other when he had pulled it on out of his pants.
"Ooh, it's so big!" she whispered. "And so hot. And it's so dry and I'm so wet down there."
He clucked and gently lifted her hand from her cunt. He said, "I'd better see to that myself. Yes. Very wet. Very warm and wet and slippery. That's the way a woman should be before a man slips his cock in her cunt."
Ellen's tits rose and fell in his hand as she heaved a deep sigh, and her hand still moved lightly and fondly on his cock as she said, "You're going to slip that big thing in my little cunt?"
"It's just what the doctor ordered, but as you so wisely pointed out, my cock is very dry. Here, take this Vaseline and put some on it while you decide if you'd like to be fucked by a doctor."
Ellen had already decided about that. She knew from experience that her cunt was quite wet and ready enough for a cock of this doctor's size, but she dutifully rubbed the Vaseline in all over it, if only because she liked the slippery hot feel of his long, hard cock in her hands. The feel of his cock was almost as good as the feeling of his hands on her. She was fully aroused and yet she felt quite at peace, alone with a man who knew exactly what it was he wanted and how to go about getting it.
"It's all slippery nice now," she said. "And all big and hard and as hot as can be. If you still want to flick me, I'd be real good and not yell or anything."
Clint bent down and tasted her offered lips. He meant to taste all of this delectable woman-child, but not until after he'd given his cock a full taste of her cunt.
There was a little platform at the foot of the table. With his pants opened up and down to mid-thigh, Clint got up on the platform, cock in hand. Ellen scooted down on the table and, with her feet still in the stirrups, her lovely pink cunt, glistening wet, was presented to the young doctor and the very edge of the table. She lay there smiling and sighing and fondling her tits while his fingers deftly spread the lips of her cunt.
"This may hurt a bit," he said, warmly rubbing the bulbous red head of his cock up and down through the slippery wet slit of her cunt.
"I don't care. It's the right thing to do. And I need it so bad. Just push it right in. I won't mind if it hurts a little."
Clint found the sweet little hole of her cunt with the knob of his cock and pushed in. That knob disappeared within cuntflesh so tender and tight that they both groaned.
"Oh, Doctor!" said Ellen as the sudden sharp pain of insertion quickly yielded to orgasmic good pleasure.
"Oh, honey!" said Clint, drawing back half an inch and feeding her two inches more.
Together they worked the full length of Chnt's cock into Ellen's cunt. He thought at first she was moaning and writhing with pain, for she was grasping the sides of the table tightly with both hands, and her perfectly adorable face was screwed up in a grimace. Still he couldn't hold back from pushing more and still more of his achingly hard cock in her quivering, squirming cunt. It wasn't until he was balls deep in her that he realized that her stifled outcries were of the orgasmic nature.
"Oh! Gosh! Your cock in my cunt, it's the most wonderful thing in the world!" she declared.
"Oh, is it?" he said with a widening grin, and hauled back and started fucking her.
Clint's cock, well lubricated with Vaseline and the slippery hot juices of the girl, sawed in and out of her hot pink cunt with a steady tempo. Her cunt was hot and pink and very tight and close around his moving cock, as again and again and again the thick shaft slid very deeply in through the sweet mouth in the center of her thatch of golden blonde hairs. She was lovely lying there, so sweet and lovely and trusting, and so much enjoying this fuck. Her little tummy was just as smooth and flat as it could be, and all aflutter with each hot insertion of his cock as it plunged up inside her. Her tits were standing up on her chest, their perfect pink nipples still at stiff attention, but swaying in a truly delightful fashion with the rhythm of their steady fucking.
She still clutched at the sides of the table with both hands, straining to meet each sliding push of his cockhead as time and again it slipped through the rosy red lips of her cunt, slid on through the welcoming walls of her cunt, and reached up inside her to kiss the tip of her womb. Her face was even more lustrously lovely now, "in the ecstasies of a series of orgasms that had blended into one long sensation of endless bliss. Her lips, puffed and swollen with her fine young passions, demanded something more than the kiss of the tip of her very pink tongue. Clint couldn't bend over and kiss her, however. He was far too mentally involved in kissing all over her, in kissing every square inch of her splendid young body, starting with the cunning little pink clitoris that bobbed its tiny head at each new surge of his very thick cock through very tight cuntflesh. And now the surges of Clint's cock increased in their tempo as his jism started to spurt.
"Honey, I'm cumming!" said Clint. "My God, am I ever cumming! It's coming right up from my heels!"
"Yes! I can feel it! Yes!" Ellen cried, pulling harder at the sides of the table for more of his cock, and finding her orgasm blossoming into a whole new experience.
"Never knew I could cum like this!" said Clint, gasping and groaning, still cumming, and watching more avidly still now as his pearly white jism frothed up from between his sliding cock and her clinging wet cuntlips. He held onto her active little hips with both hands while he watched, while he felt them cumming together, too enthralled by the sight to embrace her. It was the purest, sweetest fucking he had ever known, and not until the last drop of his jism had been squirted up hot in her cunt could he bent over her and take her in his arms.
"Careful, Doctor!" she said, holding him close to her pounding breast. "Don't let it slip out of me yet. I'm still cumming, and I'll probably keep right on cumming as long as your cock is inside me."
"Then we'll leave it right where it is for a while," said the smiling Clint, and kissed her and tasted her lips, and very distinctly felt fresh new life stirring in his balls.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Dr. Rhodes' clothing was scattered around him as he sat on the floor of his examination room. .His feet and his buttocks were on the floor. His knees were up and out, and so was his cock as he sat there with Anita Barker standing between his legs. The beautiful, red-haired woman dressed all in black stood very close to Dr. Rhodes, so close that the toes of her high-heeled shoes just touched his balls. She towered over him, looking down with an approving smile on her lipsticked lips as he ran his hands up and down the sides of her nyloned legs.
"So you don't like the smell of disinfectant, eh?" said Anita.
"Can't stand it. You know you're the sexiest bitch I ever saw in my life. That's why I've always been afraid to even look at you."
"But you wouldn't think I was sexy at all if I was undressed."
"That's right," said the doctor, with his hands whispering over her taut nylons and brushing up against the hem of her skirt. "When I was first in practice, I thought I'd never get enough of naked women. Now I can't stand the sight of 'em. But you ... in those clothes...."
"I douched this morning. My cunt probably smells like disinfectant. Smell it and let me know."
"Oh, God," Paul muttered. "Yes. Yes, pull up your skirt, please."
"Don't you get tired of telling people to undress? Do it yourself this time."
Paul's hands slid shakily up her legs as he lifted her softly clinging skirt.
"Black panties, too!" he murmured as his hands lifted the hem of the skirt to a point where he could see her crotch, a most pronounced bulge that was smugly contained within black nylon.
"Disinfectant?" she said, swaying forward.
"Perfume!" said the doctor, and his voice was muffled and blurred as he burrowed with his mouth and nose very deeply between her soft, warm thighs, right there at the juncture of her loins.
"To tell you the truth, I haven't douched in a week. And in that week I've been getting fucked and sucked by men and women both. My cunt smells bad. It smells funky. And you know that very well."
"Perfume. It smells like perfume," said Paul, breathing as deep as he could of the rich, sexy scent flowing out from between the tight, warm crevice of her thighs.
She took the hem of her skirt in the tips of her gloved fingers, and Paul moaned in happiness as he reached around to rove his hands over the snugly packed seat of her panties, still burrowing deep for more of her scent.
She nudged his cock and balls with the toes and the heels of her shoes as she executed a slow about face. He sat there wincing and taking it, watching a panorama of black and white sex show pass by. Her plump buttocks formed an inverted heart as she bent at the waist, but the heart was glossy black, and Paul was quick to put his face against it, panting his hot breath through the thin nylon and into the sweet-smelling crack of her ass. That hot breath was doing delicious things to Anita, as was the subservient position of the formerly haughty doctor as he sat on the floor and kissed her rear. She made it a point to use her shoes on his cock and balls as she straightened up and turned around once again. His hair was tousled and his face was flushed red while he watched her gloved hands smoothing the wrinkles out of her skirt.
"What do you do for sex, Paul?"
"I ... I don't," he replied, still staring, caressing her calves once again. "I became impotent. My wife left me. I didn't care. I had my work. And then you came along and did this to me."
"This?" she said, and lifted a foot to nudge his stiff cock.
Paul nodded, watching the glossy black toe of her shoe prodding at his thick cock. "It's gotten so I can't even get an erection. And-if I do, I can beat if for half an hour and nothing happens. You've gotten me hard as a rock, and I can hardly believe it."
"I don't give a damn if you can cum or not. But I do feel like getting fucked. Reach up inside my panties and see if I'm wet enough."
She lifted her skirt for him. He was panting and staring as he drew aside the crotchband of her panties, inserted his index finger and probed all around through the humid tangle of hair. The hair at his hackles seemed to rise up pn end as his finger slid into a hole that was all warm and slippery wet and slick.
"Let me see."
Anita took his hand in hers and drew his finger out of her cunt. She bent and sniffed it, made a face, and pushed it against his mouth.
"Suck on that," she said. "And sit with your legs close together."
The doctor did as he was told. He watched through heavy-lidded eyes and he sucked on his index finger as Anita's high heels stepped over his naked thighs. She daintily held her skirt aloft as she sat astraddle his thighs. His cock made a tent of the front of her dress as she did so. She reached under her skirt and took hold of his cock, lifted her loins, and twisted and bent his stiff cock till she'd succeeded in forcing it into a leghole of her panties. She did it all by touch, for her skirt obscured the view. She smiled at his wincings and flinchings as she worked to join them together, and at the sudden bright look on his face when she'd gotten the knob of his cock against the tight, soft portals of her cunt.
"You know very well my Ellen's still a virgin," she said.
"Yes! Yes! Of course she is!" said the doctor, and reached for Anita's hips.
She knocked his hands away. She hovered over his lap, his cockhead throbbing at the portals of her cunt, while she unbuttoned the bodice of her dress and yanked it open to give him a view of brazenly big tits sheathed in stark black bra cups. Then she sighed with him as she lowered her weight on his cock.
Anita's cunt was well educated. She squirmed it and squeezed it on the nice big cock inside it for several sweet minutes, but still Dr. Rhodes didn't cum. She quickly had him past the point where most men would have shot their load in her muscular cunt, but he still sat there under her, panting and grinning, but not ejaculating.
She settled her full weight on his loins, felt his cock burrow deep in her gut. She lifted her skirt and let him look at their union, at the way his thick, stiff cock disappeared through the leghole of her panties and on into her red-haired cunt. And while he looked, while he stared, she suddenly loosened her bladder, and as her crotchband filled and overflowed with the hot, golden liquid, Dr. Rhodes started shooting his load.
"My God!" he exclaimed as his jism came surging out of him in torrents that seemed to equal the torrents of Anita's burning piss. It flowed all over his compulsively upward-humping loins, over his jerking balls and under his naked buttocks as they slapped against the floor. It splashed and sloshed between them as he pistoned his gushing cock in her cunt, gasping and moaning his thanks and spurting his jism. And with her urinating, Anita's orgasms flowed and flowed, and when it was over she sat triumphantly on his lap.
"That was nice, Dr. Rhodes. It was an unexpected pleasure."
"I only hope it won't be the last pleasure we have together. You'll come back again? Or I can come to see you?"
"I think so. I think perhaps, many times. But right now my daughter is waiting, and virgins can't wait forever."
"I'd forgotten all about her. Just wait a moment while I clean us off and get dressed."
When Ellen was found to be missing from the outer office, Anita and Paul set out on a search of the clinic. They looked in several rooms before they found her. She was on an examination table, quite naked, quite happy, while a handsome young intern stood on the platform at the end of it, rhythmically sliding his cock in and out of her cunt.
The older couple quietly closed the door. Dr. Rhodes sighed and said, "Young Dr. Walker reminds me very much of myself a few years back. I'm sorry about your daughter's virginity, Anita. It is not yet her eighteenth birthday, and professional ethics demand that I inform the probate judge that Ellen is no longer a virgin."
"So you get the money for the hospital wing. Oh, shit."
"I also get you, my dear Anita, as my clinic's administrator. May I take you out to dinner now while we discuss your future duties?"
