With a quick tug, Marian grabbed Larry's bulging prick, sliding it securely inside her mouth.
"Ah, it's in there," he said triumphantly, his face beaming: the same wide smile that always appeared when he was getting a good fuck. "Now give this big dick a good massage. And Scott, baby, you can cut loose on that tight cunt of hers."
"I'm with you," I nodded.
That was my cue, and I was determined to take it. My penis was bulging with anticipation as I slid my body on top of Marian's, set to enter her hot love tunnel. Larry was doing me a supreme favor, letting me make it in a threesome with one of the hottest screws at his school. Not only did Marian dig fucking, but one look at her convinced you that she had a lot to offer. I love her protruding tits and rosy red nipples, her long blonde hair and peaches and cream complexion, and her long, trim legs. She was a tall girl, stacked beautifully from head to toe. Then last but far from least, there was that lovely cunt of hers, situated behind tufts of fur between those sexy legs.
Here was Larry, sitting astride her, feeding her hot dick, and leaving her cunt open for me. I seized the opportunity fast, letting my dick enter her mound. I savored her tightness, and plunged forward with a pulsating series of stabs.
Her whole body shook from the vibrations of my cunt thrusts and Larry's mouth thrusts. It was a wild scene as she got cock in her mouth and cock up her snatch.
Her pussy lips opened invitingly for me as my hard fuckstick continued probing in and out of her. Larry's ass swayed back and forth as he dropped more and more dick into her mouth, letting it slide in there as deeply as it would go.
"I want you, I want you," he gasped.
Fervently I continued grinding out wild music of my own, watching her sexy body shove forward to meet my forward strokes as I drove myself ever closer to orgasm. I plunged a hot finger up her asshole as I speeded up my pace, determined to send all my passions spraying into her aroused love gash.
"Oh, that feels so good," Larry gasped, shoving the rest of his hard dick into her mouth. "What a suck you are, sweetheart, what an absolutely beautiful suck."
Now Marian's body was in perpetual motion. Her head bobbed unrestrainedly as the sucking reached a culmination point, and her ass and hips were moving speedily in time to my hot stabs.
Larry was getting exceptionally close, as exemplified by the gasps he was emitting and the speedy manner in which he was lowering his body and flipping his cock around inside her mouth. He was determined to give her his sperm and she was determined to eat it. And meanwhile my prick was beating out a steady tune inside her moist mound as I got set to fill her with juice.
Her body was quivering desperately. She was painfully anxious to receive both of us. We both realized it and were putting forth our best efforts to see that she achieved her wishes.
I was hoping that Larry and I could explode at the same instant. That would be the most conspicuous way of assuring her of a double-barreled treat. I think he had the same thing in mind as that prick of his continued thundering back and forth while mine was doing the same thing. Marian had been fucked a lot for a young girl. It was apparent due to the keenly developed sex instincts she displayed. If I rocked back and forth at a methodical clip, she'd instantly match my pace. If I sped things up and started going faster, she'd match me. But despite all the fucking she had apparently done, her cunt remained tight, which made screwing her a sensation to behold. She had the kind of sexy body that instantly made you think of fucking, and the kind of tight cunt that helped arouse and bring you off in rapid order.
I took a deep breath and plunged ahead with several swift strokes, determined to keep up my rapid pace until I exploded. Larry's ass was flipping every which way as he shoved his prick around inside her mouth, so I knew we had identical ideas.
As we pushed ourselves rapidly toward the finishing stages, her body spasmed liked that of a woman out of her mind with desire. I was hoping that Larry and I would shoot at the same instant. Such an ending would be the best guarantee of giving her ultimate satisfaction.
Finally Larry let out a long sigh. As he did, and while my finger was probing inside her asshole, my own hot stick was exploding inside her cunt. I watched the hot white jism spurt eagerly out of the end of my cock and into her waiting snatch. She was kicking up a storm from the double sensation of receiving two dicks in two places at the same time.
I was proud of Larry and proud of myself. We had saved our best shots while we fucked up a tempestuous storm, building toward a beautiful finish. And that finish was timed superbly, with both of us coming at the identical moment. Just as the juice was spilling into her mouth from Larry's active dong, it was flowing in a floodtide into her snatch, courtesy of me. Our brother act had been a roaring success!
"Not bad," Marian smiled and chuckled. "If we get any better we'll have offers to go on tour."
"If we give them any encouragement we'd have them now," Larry quipped, slapping her across the ass. "Could you feature us playing the nudie circuit? Having our pictures plastered outside those theatres along the loop."
"I suppose it would be one way of achieving immortality," Marian nodded.
"I know of a way of spending our mortal lives in a beautiful way," Larry gave out with his mischievous grin.
"How's that?" Marian asked.
"You oughta let my little brother ram that dick of his up your ass."
"He's so big that I don't know if my ass could take it."
"Come on now," he laughed. "You're not gonna cop out like that."
"Well, go into the bathroom, honey, and bring back the Vaseline. Meanwhile I'll massage his cock a little."
"Just what I was hoping you'd suggest," I winked.
She wasn't even twenty yet, but Marian carried herself with the experienced confidence of a whore that had really been around, a woman of the world who had been between the sheets with the best. Those magic fingers of hers went to work on my prick, which had deflated a little after my sensational joy shot up her cunt, pumping all kinds of vigorous new life into me. She would jerk back and forth, up and down, toying with my balls, playing with my prick. By the time Larry came back to the bedroom with the Vaseline jar in his hand, she had my searing phallus standing tall and excited, just as it was when I had fucked her cunt.
"Isn't she great at massaging the old cock?" Larry lauded, looking at me with a big smile.
"That she is."
"Well, baby, you're in for a real treat when he shoves that thing up your ass."
"I just hope he doesn't kill me."
"Naw, you can take it. You're a big girl now."
Larry spread a thick gob of Vaseline on the end of my hard dick, then spread some inside Marian's ass. As she tilted her ass upward, I got so horney I felt like shooting on the spot. I liked the smooth creamy skin of her ass cheeks, and the sensational way that those tight yet smooth globes of flesh curved. She looked like she would be an extra tight fit, which, of course, enhanced the challenge all the more. I longed to press my hot peter inside there and rip off a screw that neither one of us would ever forget.
Finally Larry finished his Vaseline assignment, putting the lid back on the jar, which he set on a dresser table. He vacated the bed at that point, getting up and standing in a corner of the room.
"This is what I've been waiting to see," he said with glowing satisfaction, "Go to it, kids. Don't be bashful."
"Neither one of us are exactly what you'd call the bashful type, dearie," Marian laughed as she got set to receive my first jarring thrust.
"Good. Then that's all the more reason why you can both cut loose," my older brother Larry, never at a loss for words, particularly with good looking broads, quickly replied.
I took one more look at that beautifully shaped, curvaceous ass before beginning. It looked supremely delicious, particularly that enticing little crack between the two globes, where I would be placing my peter. I lunged forward and shoved my cock inside her.
"Oh, can you screw," she let out a gasp.
She was right about one thing. I wasn't about to spare one hell of a lot. My body was made for screwing, and when it got the chance to engage in that delightful activity, there was no way that I could be slowed down.
Marian's ass proved just as tight as I had estimated it would be, and I grabbed her ass cheeks with my fingers, guiding her ass upward at just the right angle, tilting it just so for my piercing stabs.
"Let her have it, Scott," Larry shrieked happily. I looked over his way and observed his fingers pumping up and down on his hard dick, jacking off while he watched me sodomize her sensuous ass.
"Drive it in me, baby," Marian said hoarsely. "You're driving me out of my mind."
My fingers clamped down ever so tightly on her ass cheeks as my prick continued firing back and forth at a racy pace, pushing my peter deep into the inner reaches of her asshole.
Her ass quivered slightly with sensation as I continued to stab in and out of her. I grabbed hold of her ass cheeks tightly for added support as I pushed for all I was worth. Her tightness had driven me into a wild state of ecstasy.
"Push that trigger in me," she encouraged as her legs flailed with my every movement. "Give me your hottest fuck."
I reared back and put every ounce of effort into my charging stabs, which she received with exhilarating sighs. Not many broads, no matter how much they dig fucking, will let a guy my size fuck them up the ass, and even the few that do, normally let out more than their share of painful screams. This chick Marian was different. She seemed to thrive on that kind of activity as my prick surged in and out like a sharp knife, piercing her time and again.
"I want it, go off in me," she gasped.
"Fuck her, Scott," Larry called out encouragingly, his fingers pumping up and down faithfully on his dick.
With determined zeal, enjoying all the great responses I was receiving, I flared back and forth, delivering a wild slap to her ass every now and then for added sensation, making her more eager.
"Oh, I'm gonna shoot," she gasped.
She did, right at that instant. When she exploded I got the idea of just how much she enjoyed getting those rapier thrusts up her anxious rectum, and I was all the more determined to supply the finishing touches as my balls itched with stored up electricity.
My head lunged forward and I started sucking and nibbling on her firm, ripe tits. My teeth made contact gently with her skin while my cock was in the final stages of our fuck, stabbing fast and hard at her rectum, causing her to cry out with exhilarated pleasure-pain.
"Finish me off, send the juice scorching in me," she begged.
"I'm getting there, baby, getting there," I said.
"So am I," Larry gasped, eagerly stepping up the pace as he tugged at his hard dick.
"Drive it, drive it, drive it," Marian implored.
"Oh, you're so tight, I'm just about there."
"Give it to me. I want all of it. I want all of you. Oh, that feels so good, feeling you in me. Fuck me, honey, fuck me."
"Oh, it's so tight, so good, and my balls are itching so much. I've just gotta go off."
"Shoot it in me," she sighed. "I want it."
"Here it comes," I announced, sending a hot stab deep into her asshole. "Oooooooooohhhhhh, this is it, I've got it, this is it. Ohhhhhhhhhhh, what a fuck!"
The moment of truth arrived as the balls itched and the jism spurted torridly out of the end of my excited prick and up into her ass, high up, as far as my repeater peter could shoot.
"Oh, me too," Larry gasped.
I turned around and watched the hot white juice shoot into Larry's hand and spurt onto the floor.
"You're gonna clean that up, my dear," Marian informed.
"Yes, yes. I know better than try and put anything over on a woman."
"You know, Larry baby. You can bring that beautiful little brother of yours around here anytime you want. As far as I'm concerned he's been a big hit. And my cunt and ass are both in passionate agreement."
"I told you you'd like him."
"Why didn't I know any guys like you when I was sixteen?" she looked at me and grinned, reaching over and tickling my balls affectionately.
"Just think, he's a growing boy of sixteen, Larry laughed.
"I can hardly wait to see what he's like when he's grown up," Marian nodded, looking and acting more relaxed now that she had been fucked to expectation. "Just how big are you anyway, honey?"
"I'm a good nine inches anyway," I grinned.
"Right on," she laughed. "No, I was talking about your other physical dimensions."
"Do they count?" Larry asked.
"Sure they do," she nodded, "just not as much as what he's got between those legs of his."
"I'm six-four, two-thirty," I told her.
"A lot of man," she swooned, "what a lot of man, and I wonder what that big man of sixteen would say to going down on a young girl's twat."
"Depends on the twat."
"Like my twat?"
"Like I'd love it."
"So go right ahead, doll."
Marian slid her body downward, slowly, teasingly letting her legs open. I looked hungrily downward toward her burning love bush, the white tufts of glowing pussy hair, and eagerly desired her. She let her ass and hips sway ever so gently from side to side, teasing my tongue, increasing the flow of anxiety inside me.
My trembling hands went to work between her thighs, pushing them open more widely until I could feel the lips of her juicy triangle parting, revealing the softness of the sensitive pink folds inside.
I moved downward rapidly, an intense hunger tearing at my guts as my breath trailed over her stomach. My nose picked up the scent of her musky female odor as my excited tongue dug deeply into her waiting vaginal walls, which were begging for my touch.
"Eat me, go after my stuff," she cried out desperately. Despite all the sex I had given her, going off superbly first in her cunt, then her ass, she wanted more. I remembered what Larry, always "One word
knowledgeable in matters sexual, had told me about her before introducing usdescribes
her-insatiable") and realized at this sublime moment just how right he was.
My tongue tore into her mound, swirling around the half-fringed edges of her cunt, causing her legs to spasm with every movement. My hot wet mouth slid back and forth against that soft delicious flesh as I gradually stepped up the pace, pushing myself forward toward full speed.
As my teeth began nibbling at her already swollen labia, my tongue slipping and sliding simultaneously with hard flat strokes at her ever-hardening clitoris, she began sighing like an aroused little girl getting her first chance at uninhibited sexual joy. Her hips began grinding back and forth, undulating passionately, as my tongue darted every which way.
My fingers reached out and tugged energetically at her lovely red breast nipples, massaging smoothly while my flaming red tongue continued stabbing at her squirming cunt.
She writhed and moaned ecstatically as my teeth nibbled at her clit and my tongue speared at her searing inner folds of flesh. That cute ass of hers was churning nervously. It was plain to see that she was about ready to deposit her juices inside me.
"Oh, I love your suck," she gasped. "Keep it up, honey, don't slow down now. I wanna give it to you. Suck me. Ohhhhh, those teeth, the way they're tearing me up. Keep it up. I want it. Oh, you're too much, just too much. Eat me, go after it all."
Marian let out a wild, pronounced gasp, and with it came a gushing stream of warm juice, which I accepted with eagerness, taking in the gifts from her lovely pussy.
"What a man you are," she exclaimed, "and what a tongue you've got."
"The better to eat you with, Little Red Riding Hood."
"Well don't stop now, baby. I want more. That tongue and those teeth have made this here cunt might itchy. I want more from you."
"Then it's more you'll get."
I squeezed those generous folds of flesh on her ass cheeks with great affection, then lowered my head, determined to go back to work with a flourish. Once more as I moved quickly toward her excited mound I picked up the glorious scent of her femaleness. My fingers pried her legs apart until I had her at just the right angle so that my tongue would be able to probe her in just the way that I wanted it to.
Her cunt muscles contracted with eagerness and her ass shot upward to meet my forward movements as my tongue encircled the inner flesh of her soft, warm mound, which was dripping with sensual electricity, eager to explode a second time in rapid succession.
While my tongue continued to shoot stabs of joy inside her, my brother Larry, who had been patiently watching us, amusing himself by exercising his cock back up to full length with vigorous hand movements, was now ready for more action.
"How's about me fucking your mouth one more time, sweetheart?" he stood over the bed and asked her, dangling his cock enticingly in his fingers.
"I can never turn down a good suck either way."
"That's the way I like to hear you talk."
He positioned his body atop hers, letting his legs rest on either side of her head. All the while he continued to stroke his swollen rod, a smile of anticipation flickered from his lips.
"I'm gonna ram this right down your throat," he promised.
"Please do."
"Get set for the charge of the Light Brigade."
With those befitting words he let his electrically supercharged phallus extend itself inside her mouth. He fed her a little bit at a time, causing her to become excited gradually. Larry was well aware that she could be counted on to become instantly eager and hungry for cock the moment that it was set out before her.
He pushed his body forward ever so slightly, arching his warm smooth spear downward into her mouth. Her tongue slid up and down the long pole with feverish excitement. The stimulating action that my tongue was giving her made her all the more desirous to give Larry's cock a fantastic suck.
Her writhing and sighing increased as we both gave her all the blazing action that she could handle. His hot proud shaft flung itself in and out of her mouth with lightning consistency. Each time he would dig in a little further than he had before, and each time he thrust it in there she seemed all that much hungrier than the time before.
My tongue felt a sizzling tingle that relayed itself throughout the rest of my body as I continued sucking. Always infatuated by the beauty of her ass, I ran my fingers excitedly around her ass cheeks, which were swaying rhythmically as my tongue continued setting its blazing pace.
I continued gobbling up her explosive blonde-thatched pussy mound, a stimulating technicolor combination of gold and pink that was ready to go off with the explosive thrust of a time bomb.
I decided to shove my finger inside her asshole. I did and she exploded seconds later, sending her sweet warm nectars into my waiting mouth. I tasted every delightful drop, then went back for more, figuring that she would be good for at least one more sonic blast.
Her body began trembling more noticeably as I let my fingers probe around her breasts. Occasionally I would allow my blazing fingers to pinch her rosy nipples.
While I was playing with her tits and sucking her aroused pussy, Larry was shoving his elongated shaft as far into her mouth as he could, getting her ready for a juice spray.
As I collected my second straight spray of her female nectar Larry, his ass wiggling from side to side, was using his hot fuckstick like a dagger, driving it deeply into her mouth. He was pushing it in so fast and so hard that I almost expected to see the tip of his prick come out the other side of her head.
Since she had given me two generous loads in quick succession I decided to release my advantage and watch them complete their suck.
"I'm gonna explode in your mouth, sweetheart," Larry grunted, "so get ready to catch it. You're gonna love it, love every drop."
His face contorted with erotic desire as the cock kept slipping in as far as it would go. Then he would let it systematically ease back, after which he would repeat the process anew. He blasted away several more times, his face reddening all the while, the smooth, hot shaft plunging in and out with dagger-like effectiveness. "Watch out, baby, I'm gonna flood you," he warned, "I'm gonna fuck your mouth. Oh, I'm tickling all over, oh, are my balls itching, I want you, I'm gonna have you, oooooohhhhhhhh, here it comes, I'm gonna roar, this is it!"
The hot white semen jutted out the end of his prick at a furious clip, depositing its tangible fruits inside her mouth. It was such a big load that she couldn't catch all of it. Droplets of cum spilled down one side of her mouth, but aside from that, she managed to catch every bit of it.
"That's the best suck you ever gave me," Marian exclaimed happily after the suck had been completed.
"That's the most passion you've ever shown on the receiving end."
"You know. It helps to get your cunt eaten while you're sucking. Thank little brother over there."
"Thank you, little brother," he bowed mockingly.
"Thank you, big brother. And thank you, Marian, for a nice warm meal."
"You can dine at this spot anytime, baby."
"Great. Then I'll be back."
"I'm beginning to feel left out," Larry said.
"After the suck I gave you?" Marian replied. "You sure forget fast."
"No, I couldn't forget that."
"That's good, cause if you did I'd be afraid I was losing my touch."
It had been a fuck to end all fucks. I was just beginning to find that out, in the quiet lull that followed the lustful storm. My arm and leg muscles began to feel sore, like dead weight that appeared ready to fall off and sever itself from the remainder of my body. The sweat was just hanging from me, like I was a waterlogged sheet hanging on somebody's clothes line.
"Well, I've gotta get back to my studying now," Marian said abruptly.
"How can you study after something like this?" Larry shook his head in dismay, expressing the same sentiments I was thinking.
"How could I study before it? Now I've got the screwing out of my system. I can concentrate on something else, thanks to you horney guys."
We borrowed her shower long enough to rinse off our drenched bodies. I felt more tired than I often did after sixty grueling minutes of football. This chick Marian was enough to wear anybody out, even an all-league tackle like me.
By the time we stepped out of the shower and started dressing, Marian was already undertaking her studies. Her beautiful nude form was spread out on her bed as she sat engrossed in a book, a philosophy text.
"You'd be better off studying biology, honey," Larry quipped as we prepared to leave.
"Why? You guys taught me all I'll ever need to know, or care to know, about the human body."
"Guess you've got a point there," I said.
"Well, come back soon guys. Call me."
"I'll do better than that. I'll look you up in the cafeteria between classes," Larry winked.
CHAPTER TWO
It was a muggy late Chicago afternoon as we made our way down a busy expressway rapidly filling with rush hour traffic, heading toward the even more congested Loop.
Larry had a definite pattern he liked to follow. After a good fuck he liked to locate one of several downtown bar haunts and have a few beers. He explained that it was a good way of putting protein back into the system that had been expended in the energetic act of intercourse.
That older brother of mine was quite a guy, particularly when he was willing to share his girls with me, like Marian. For months he was telling me about this stacked chick that was a classmate of his at Northwestern University. She just couldn't get enough sex. I kept telling him that I'd be willing to take a crack at her, and he told me he'd see what he could do. Well, finally my big chance came, as reported quite graphically in the previous chapter.
It was a panic the way that he still insisted on referring to me as his little brother. It was a habit that stemmed from many years before, and was retained primarily for comedic value, since I was all of six-four and he stood barely at five-nine. He had a handsome but highly youthful look in his ruddy face. People would often peer searchingly into it, into the shaggy light brown hair and the sparkling brown eyes that always made you think he was ready to laugh, and conclude that I was his older brother, even though I was better than five years younger than he. Several times at bars he was asked to show his identification while I was left alone. They never bothered me, even though I was really only sixteen, with my bushy eyebrows, coal black, neatly trimmed hair, and gigantic form.
Actually we were pretty lucky to have each other to fall back on. He could use my muscle anytime an emergency arose, and I could always use his experience, not to mention his many broads. Larry is quite a worker, one of the campus leaders at Northwestern, and his activity always keeps him within striking range of beautiful chicks. He makes the most of his opportunities.
As we moved closer to the loop we began feeling the comforts of a cooling breeze moving in from Lake Michigan, taking some of the steamy uncomfortableness out of the afternoon. I was thirsty as hell, savoring that welcome first beer, as Larry swung his Jaguar into a crowded parking lot behind The Lantern, one of his favorite drinking spots. Naturally the lot was almost completely full, but he finally found an empty parking spot.
We went in through the back way, walking past scores of guys and a few gals who had swarmed out of some of the many downtown offices and into the bar for some libations and merry conversation.
Larry spotted a couple empty stools right near the cash register. Clint the bartender, a white-haired guy with tiny penetrating eyes, was in front of us in seconds.
"What'll it be, guys?" he greeted us with his familiar Irish smile. It seemed like the only Irishmen I knew in Chicago who weren't either in politics or on the police force were tending bar. And Clint O'Brien was one of the best of the last-named category.
"Couple draughts," Larry said cheerfully.
He nodded, returning quickly with our beers.
"So how's it going, Clint?" I asked.
"Not so good today."
"How come?"
"The Cubs dropped a tough one in ten innings to the Pirates."
"They lost, huh?" Larry said.
"Yeah, 3-2. The guys next to you were there. They're hashing it over. Ah, I shouldn't take it so serious. It's just a game." He walked off to wait on some other customers.
The guys next to us were making a gosh awful racket arguing over whether Cub manager Leo Durocher had pulled out a relief pitcher fast enough. The group was evenly split. Half wanted to hang the afternoon's goat horns on the Cub manager, the rest were in favor of blaming things on the pitcher that let in the winning run. They were making so much noise and were so deeply engrossed in conversation that they weren't even barely aware of what was going on around them. A twenty megaton bomb could have exploded right in our laps and they wouldn't even have known it.
Larry and I were both thirsty, taking several fast gulps before saying anything. By then Larry, feeling a little more relaxed and refreshed, was ready to talk.
"So how'd you like Marian?" he began.
"I'm ready for an encore anytime she says the word."
"You know, I've never seen her get this excited over any guy the first time around, and that includes me. If anything, you've made me jealous, little brother."
"Bullshit," I laughed.
"No, I mean it. When you stuck that big steel dong of yours up her ass she almost shit bricks with excitement."
"Glad I could make her happy."
"Speaking of making people happy, I know just the person that you could make real happy next." That mischievous little sparkle appeared in his eyes that was always there when he was cooking up something provocative, usually in the field of sex, and, as usual, I was at wits end to figure out what he was up to this time.
"Anybody I know."
"Somebody you know very, very well," he nodded wisely. "In fact, somebody you know as well as me."
"Impossible. I don't think I know anybody as well as I do you."
"Oh yes you do. I'm talking about Mom."
"Come off it," I looked at him strangely, expecting to see him burst into laughter, as he always did after he's pulled off a deadpan joke that left you fooled. But he didn't laugh.
"I'm serious," he read my thoughts.
"Come on, Larry. You can't mean that."
"Oh, but little brother, I do."
"Let's get this straight. You think that I oughta fuck Mom?"
"Not only do I think it, but so will she once it occurs to her how much fun it'll be."
"I just don't like your sense of humor all of a sudden," I snapped, an angry tension enveloping me.
"Calm down, little brother," he laughed. "Believe me, I know whereof I speak. And don't think I'm being disrespectful, either. Actually, I admire her. I really do. What the hell, here she's got two big grown-up boys, one twenty-one, one sixteen, and she could pass for our sister. She really could."
"She had you when she was in her teens."
"I know that. She's thirty-eight, but most of the time she could pass for twenty-five or twenty-eight easy."
"Just cause she looks beautiful, which she does, and because she can pass for a lot younger than she is doesn't mean that you oughta be talking that way about her."
Larry finished gulping down his beer at that point, motioning for Clint, who nodded and promptly brought two more. Meanwhile I wolfed down the rest of mine, but for the time being I wasn't as concerned about the beer I was drinking as I was in the conversation that was flowing from my older brother's lips.
"I'll tell you why I'm talking like this," Larry leaned over and began talking more confidentially, taking a concentrated sip from his fresh beer. "I got clued in on the whole scene three years ago when the old man spent a few days with us."
"Hell, talk about somebody who plays around," I burst into raucous laughter. "It was his fault that the marriage broke up. Once he started making big money he tried making every good looking chick in Chicago, and succeeded quite often, too much from Mom's standpoint."
"I know, I know," he nodded rapidly, "I've heard that same old familiar story time and again from Mom. I know it by heart."
"Well, don't you believe it?"
"Just part of it. There are a lot of exaggerations there. There are two sides to every story, and I heard the old man's side."
"You've gotta be pretty stupid to believe him."
"Hold on a second with your angry language. What he told me checked out. If you'll calm down and open that closed mind of yours a little, I'll tell you the whole story."
"Okay, okay, go ahead."
"The old man came in half-soused one night and leveled with me while he was fixing himself a drink. He told me he'd just screwed a hundred dollar whore downtown. Then he started talking about how bad we both must have thought he was. He kind of laughed and said that even though he was a pretty wild cat he wasn't the only wild person around. I asked him what the hell he meant about that, and he told me that Mom liked to play around herself. I practically accused him of being a liar, and he told me that if I didn't believe him all I'd have to do is see for myself. He really shocked me then by telling me about a little peep hole he'd made in the attic to check Mom's activity out. He told me that he put it in at a time when she was doing a lot of cheating on him, and that it was the cheating she had done which caused him to go so overboard on cunt. I laughed the whole thing off, and he told me that not only wasn't he joking, but that he'd bet the little peep hole was still there. He said that as far as he knew Mom still didn't know anything about it. I told him I'd believe him if he'd show it to me."
"So what happened?" By now my anger and disgust which had been directed toward Larry was being replaced by a strange curiosity. The whole thing sounded so preposterous to me that I found the details fascinating.
"I'm coming to that. Be patient, little brother. Anyway, by then I was so convinced he was lying, that I figured he was gonna pull some kind of funny joke on me or something when he took me up the wooden stairs leading to the attic. There were cobwebs all over the place and the wood was getting plenty splintery for lack of use. Hell, it was the first time I'd ever been up there. Well, sure enough he had a peep hole that he opened up for me. He convinced me that he was apparently spying on her anyway. But that didn't prove the other part of what he said."
"That's right."
"But hold on there. I'm coming to the most revealing part. We sat there and watched Mom making it with a big colored guy who had a cock that looked about as big as all of Cook County put together. It was a fantastic view looking through that hole. Her bedroom was directly underneath it. My stomach turned so squeamish watching the whole thing that at first I almost had to throw up, the shock was that bad. But pretty soon once the shock wore off I found my cock getting hard watching it. That body of hers couldn't have looked more beautiful. Hell, you've never lived till you've see that woman naked. She makes Marian look like a boy."
"Come off it," I laughed. "You're exaggerating."
"Well, maybe a little, but not much. She's really stacked. Anyway, she was working that tongue of hers beautifully over this black guy's hot dick. She was out of her gourd with excitement pumping on it, just like Marian was earlier today when she was eating me. Her head was bobbing quickly and that tongue slid up and down rapidly but precisely. She wasn't wasting one solitary movement. The guy was going absolutely out of his mind with excitement. Those legs and ass of his were vibrating wildly while she sucked. About the time she was just getting ready to bring him off, the old man turned and said to me: 'Now maybe you believe me?' I nodded my head, saying nothing. Hell, I was shocked speechless by then. Finally the black guy spilled his hot pecker juice into her mouth. That mouth of hers acted like a human suction cup, and she swallowed every single drop, and let me tell you, there was a lot of it there."
"You saw quite a bit," I said slowly, shaking my head. Now I no longer doubted him. Apparently I had been naive in thinking that my glamorous mother was living the life of a nun.
"But there's more. Once that black cock shrunk a little after it had gone off in her mouth, she was determined to get it back up to where it had been before, so she went to work pumping on it. She started out by licking the tip a little, teasing it. The strategy worked, since he started gasping and wiggling his ass all over the place. While she tickled the end of his big stick with her tongue, she kept on massaging his balls with her fingers. It was really something the way that those hot balls began to swell, along with the rest of him. Pretty soon that cock was way up there and he was ready for more activity."
"What'd they do next?"
"Mom's ass was hot for branding and his pecker branded it."
"She got sodomized?"
"Did she ever. And she loved every second of it, just like Marian dug it from you. This black guy knew what the hell he was doing. He had his sex down to an intelligent formula. He started out by propping her ass on a pillow. That gave him just the kind of superb angle that he was looking for. He rared back and made his first charge. That big dick went in there hard but smooth. The first time he put it in just a little way, preferring to let things build gradually. The longer he kept it up the harder he kept driving it. Not only that, but each penetration seemed to be a little deeper than the one that went before it. Before I knew it most of that huge prick was getting lost way up between those cute buns of hers. Anyhow, this guy kept stabbing her over and over again, until he finally exploded up another storm. Then they rested in each other's arms. The black guy got up all of a sudden and started getting dressed. After he got his clothes on he walked over toward Mom and told her something. She nodded and got up, rummaging through her purse. She pulled out some bills that she handed to him. 'You see, your mother's not exactly opposed to paying for it either,' the old man looked at me and winked. I felt like slugging him for saying that, then realized that all he was doing was telling me the truth."
"Well, Just cause she did that once doesn't mean that she does it as a steady practice," I said, holding out hope.
"No, that's true. I don't think she pays for it too often. Just if she happens to be extra horney or runs into a guy she's extra fond of who'll only play for pay."
"Well, how many different times have you seen her in sex?"
"I couldn't even count," he shrugged. "All I know is that I was so stunned after that first time that I was afraid to go back there and snoop for a long time. I wanted to believe that maybe this was just an exceptional thing and that the old man was exaggerating about the rest. I made myself believe that. Then I came home fairly late one night after getting a blow job from a chick at school. You were asleep, and I figured at first that Mom was too. Then I heard some strange sounds coming from her bedroom. I tried to tell myself that it didn't mean anything, but I couldn't convince myself of that. I just had to go up into the attic and have a look for myself. I was hoping like crazy as I climbed the stairs that I wouldn't find a damned thing. But I found plenty. I looked into the peep hole and watched a sweaty Mom going at it a hundred miles an hour with a young guy that was also sweaty as hell. What really shocked me this time was that this handsome young blond was about my age. They were sixty-nining, positioned directly across from each other on her bed. Her tongue was buried in his long prick and his tongue was slapping like crazy over her slit. They sucked up a passionate storm. Mom came right away, with the guy licking up every particle of juice. He shot a few strokes later. They rested for a few seconds, then went right back at it. The next time they came together. It was quite a sight. That's all they did. They spent the next half hour or so licking. Then the guy got ready and left. This one didn't get paid. And you should have seen the kiss they exchanged near the door. I thought they were gonna hold it the rest of the night. Then Mom calmly turned out the light and fell into a deep sleep."
"I can hardly believe it," I sighed, taking a long reflective sip from my beer glass. "I guess maybe it would be better to say that I just don't wanna believe it."
"I know what you mean. That's how I felt about it in the beginning. But the more times I'd watch her, the more that attitude would change to another one."
"What's that?"
"I couldn't help but get turned on."
"Why did you wait all this time to tell me about it?"
"You were just a kid when I first found out. Not only that, but at first I was so stunned that I didn't wanna mention it to anybody. I really didn't. And I was trying to con myself at first, like I said, to believe that I just caught her in an exceptional setting. I managed to believe that for a long time without really checking it out. Hell, I was scared to look. But after that second time I started looking more often. It was incredible the number of guys, the different faces you'd see, in bed there with her. And it was even more incredible that she could be as smooth as she was in keeping her hanky-panky away from us. Hell, if it weren't for the old man letting me in on that secret I wouldn't know anymore than you about it. But now that you know the score, and you might stumble on it yourself sometime, maybe in an embarrassing way, I figured I oughta tell you. Then there's another reason. A selfish one."
He paused and his eyes dropped uncomfortably.
"Well, out with it."
"I'm hot for her. Oh, if you've ever seen that body in bed there like I have as many times as I have, I'll guarantee you you'd be feeling the same way."
"Get ahold of yourself," I snapped. "She is our mother."
"But does that really make her any less appealing? Or would that make her any less exciting a screw?" He had me there. I just kind of shrugged like a dummy and let him continue. "Well, I'd give anything to have her, anytime under any circumstances."
"Then if you're that hot for her why are you telling all this to me? Why don't you try for your own action?"
"The one thing that makes me a little afraid to is that every guy I've ever seen her with was six feet or better. A lot of them are young, real young, but they're big. I'll bet if you'd give yourself half a chance you could score. Then maybe you could work me into the action."
"If you weren't my own brother and I didn't think so much of you I'd smash you in the mouth for talking like that," I said bitterly.
"Hold on there. No need to get sore."
"How do you expect me to feel? Here you come out and tell me how bad you wanna fuck Mom, then you say that she seems to like guys my size the best, so now you wanna use me as your pimp so you can get to her."
"You make the whole thing sound so damned sinister."
"Well, as far as I'm concerned it is."
We finished our beers in tense silence. Then we left. It was dark when we got outside and a brief shower was washing away some of the humidity that had stuck to the air all day.
During the ride home I didn't so much as speak a word to Larry. He made several brief efforts to engage me in conversation, but seeing that I wasn't interested, he quickly abandoned them.
I'm sure he recognized why I wasn't in a talking stage. It's quite a blow to hear all that I had in the last hour or so, all the revelations about Mom, topped by Larry's admission that he has a strong desire to engage her in sex.
Traffic crept slowly as we headed toward our two story brick mansion in Glencoe, a lavish suburb not far from Evanston, where Larry commuted to and from school. I began to silently reflect on what life had been like with Mom and Dad. When we were both toddlers, the old man was working his tail off at a copy desk at the Chicago Tribune. We lived in a modest little apartment on the North Side. But all the while Dad was thinking of a way to get rich. Finally he arrived at an idea. He wanted to start a national magazine devoted to automobile and motorcycle racing at all levels, with key correspondents serving each area of the country, held accountable for covering all the big races and latest activity within those key areas. His idea was plausible enough to attract a financially prestigious angel in the form of one of Chicago's leading auto racing figures, who kicked in the money to get the project started.
The old man made the project a fantastic success, and the more it expanded the wealthier we began to live. Some ten years earlier, just before Dad started playing around on a big scale, he bought the home in Glencoe.
He moved to Los Angeles to open a huge West Coast office, which he presided over, and to chase a movie starlet he had met in Chicago, with whom he was infatuated at the time. I suppose he has met and conquered scores of other starlets in Hollywood since then. Neither Larry nor I ever saw much of him after the divorce, with Mom receiving the house in Glencoe as part of the settlement.
We've managed to continue living in style, and I'm in the fortunate position of doing exceedingly well both on the athletic field, where I'm one of the city's most sought after college prospects as I move into my crucial senior year, and also boast one of the city's finest academic averages. My forte is English, and I suppose that's what I'll major in in college. My keen desire for self-expression, in fact, is one of the things that impelled me to write this book. One of the things but not the big thing. You'll soon discover my chief motivation as the story proceeds to develop.
To summarize, life was beautiful, and if there was one thing I didn't need to complicate it, it was hearing about how wildly promiscuous Mom was, and how Larry wanted to use me to make it inside her pants.
Mom had dinner prepared for us when we arrived home. She looked chic in a lavender blouse with matching skirt, along with black boots. I looked her over a little more closely than usual at the dinner table that night, no doubt because of Larry's conversation. He certainly was right in saying that she could pass for considerably less than her age, and that she was truly beautiful enough to turn just about anybody on. Her hair was a stunning raven color, contrasting magnificently with her alabaster skin. She had hypnotic violet eyes and long, sensuous lashes that also couldn't help but draw you irresistibly to her. Her ankles and hips were trim, like those of a young, erotic girl. Her breasts were voluptuous and firm, just the kind a guy dreams of toying with.
Following dinner I went up to my room and did my homework. Larry went out, telling no one where he was going. I finished my school work around nine and read a William Faulkner novel for a few minutes. Then I turned in. It had been a long day, and the wild fuck with Marian had left me exhausted.
I had been in the midst of a deep sleep for about an hour when all of a sudden I felt somebody uncomfortably nudging me. I groaned a little and let out a few quick swear words, since I hate being awakened from a deep sleep even more than most people. I blinked my groggy eyes open and stared up at Larry, who had an excited look on his face.
"What the hell do you want?" I asked tersely.
"If you wanna see the sight of your life just come with me."
"Come with you where?"
"Never mind. Just follow me."
"Well for God's sake, at least give me time to get dressed."
"Never mind that. You take that long and you're liable to miss what I wanna show you."
"All right, all right," I struggled to my feet, stretching my arms and snapping my tired muscles into place.
As I walked behind him and I noticed him moving toward the old wooden steps which led into the attic, a tightness came over me. My stomach was crawling and I broke out in a sweat. Could it be? Could he actually be planning to show me what we had spent a large part of the afternoon talking about?
We crept into the attic, and I watched him with interest as he got down on the floor on all fours, sliding a wooden panel open. And he pulled it out about half-way I could see human bodies beneath us, in Mom's bedroom. When he finished sliding all of it out I had the whole picture unfold shockingly before my eyes.
There were two young guys lying naked in bed with Mom. They were tall and lanky, with long hair. The brown-haired one was wearing a beard, the redhead wasn't.
My eyes were initially captivated by the beautiful sight of Mom. The glitter of the bedroom lights against her alabaster skin gave it an angelic wholesome look that sparkled. Her breasts were perfectly formed, two protruding ivory specimens that glowed along with the rest of her. The girl-like slimness of her legs added to her appeal. After I sized her up my eyes quickly traveled between her legs, toward her enticing pussy set behind a tuft of black hairs.
I'll admit it. I envied those guys right off. She was about as beautiful a woman as I'd ever seen, from the standpoint of both face and form. When I had gone to bed some hour or so before I had been tired and not even remotely thinking of sex. Now things were completely different. One good look at Mom in the nude and my cock was bulging.
"What do you think of that body?" Larry asked grinningly.
"It's just too much."
"Yes it is, but too much stacked just right in all the right spots."
"That's what I meant."
"That's what I know you meant."
Mom's body was squirming with a sense of sexual anticipation as she lay on the bed, looking up at the two handsome faces that stared her with aroused attentiveness.
Her hand reached out slowly and she touched the nub end of the redhead's peter, which was as hard as a rock. He let out a gasp as she made contact with it, demonstrating how keyed up he was.
While her fingers probed slowly and effectively over the redhead's erect penis, the brown-haired guy was letting his fingers slip ever so gently over her firm tits. As they slid affectionately over the smooth curvaceous flesh, I could imagine my own fingers gliding over them.
She continued massaging carefully the redhead's cock for the next few minutes, then switched off, giving the brown-haired guy with the beard the identical treatment. They were letting themselves build ever so gradually into the sex act.
The longer she continued slipping her fingers carefully over hard dick, the more pronounced her body wiggling grew. Finally she let go of the cock and looked up at her two lovers hungrily. The redhead nodded, knowing exactly what message she was communicating to him through her expressive violet eyes.
The redhead cupped his fingers securely around her buttocks cheeks, causing me to squirm.
"You're really getting excited watching this," Larry looked at me and smiled.
"Hell, can you blame me."
"No, and you might as well get your satisfaction the way that I'm gonna get mine."
"I think I know just what you're gonna do," I nodded.
My hunch proved precisely accurate as I watched my older brother pull his rigid phallus out of his pants, stroking it proudly.
"Hell, I've always gotta jack off at least once watching beautiful Mom getting screwed."
I didn't say anything. I let my actions speak for themselves. With a quick jerk of the wrist I yanked my zipper down, watching my long iron prick fall out. As I watched the sexy sight in the room directly below us unfold I couldn't hold back anymore. I gripped my aroused dong rigidly and moved up and down on it with rapidity, just like my brother was doing to his cock.
"Spread your legs, baby," I could hear the redhead excitedly command.
Mother did exactly that, letting the legs spread out so far that they touched the far sides of the bed. Her legs were atremble with excitement, anticipating contact with her lovers, blazing contact as generated by a hot prick thrusting into her mound.
He was over her, kneeling between her thighs, breathing heavily. He moved upward toward her. Her eyes were fastened on the erotic sight of his hardened cock sticking up between his legs. He stroked it proudly a few times as the faint flicker of a smile appeared on his face. He was proud of his equipment and the woman he was about to use it on.
She closed her eyes, engulfed with the beautiful thought that in a matter of moments his pulsating phallus would be generating for all that it was worth inside her. For the time being his friend, the bearded guy, was standing by the side of the bed, watching intently, stroking his hard prong nervously every few minutes.
The redhead's sure hands shoved up underneath her beautifully constructed buttocks once more. This time he shoved a soft white pillow underneath her. He was getting her ready for the big action.
As I watched him prepare her for his cock thrusts, I had dual feelings running through me. There was a side of me that was naturally turned on by what I was watching, so much so, in fact, that I had taken the trouble to pull my cock out and play with it in my fingers. But there was also a side of me that deeply resented what was going on beneath us. After all, she was my mother, and I resented seeing two guys not much older than my brother getting ready to fuck the hell out of her while I watched. I had the impulse to rush down there and throw a fast flurry of punches in their direction, but quickly suppressed it. I remained anxious to watch the act, and besides that, it might have made Mom hysterical to have one of her sons come marching down for the purpose of mopping the floor up with her lovers.
Mom's pelvis lay tilted toward the ceiling as the redhead took a deep breath, sighed, examined the beautiful sight before him, then got set to plunge forward.
At first his fingers were determined to explore the ravishing confines of her snatch. They reached out and maneuvered with brisk effectiveness, exercising crisp effectiveness with every touch.
Mom's body began trembling more noticeably.
"Oooooohhhhhhhh," she moaned, luxuriating under the beautiful movements of his fingers.
I observed the wetness that filtered out of the petals of her cunt, and was able to smell her muskiness even from where I was situated. His eyes closed also as he explored the intimacies of her searing cunt, engaging in a stimulating prelude previous to fucking her.
"Oh, you're making me feel so wonderful, Tim, I love it," she gasped as he began moving his fingers more briskly.
They pushed their way busily into the rippling folds of her inner flesh. Her hips jiggled up even further as he planted a finger in the crevice between her milky thighs.
"I can't take anymore," she whimpered. "I've got to have you. Fuck me, please fuck me."
She spread her legs as far as they would go and awaited his initial penetration. She gritted her teeth slightly as she felt the smooth tip of his hard, aroused dong penetrate ever so slowly against her cuntal mouth. The hard erect peter continued entering little by little, until much of it had disappeared into the tightness of her hot snatch.
"Oh, you're in me," she kicked her legs wildly. "I want you. Give it to me, Tim."
While Tim's trim body was rocking back and forth, implanting sensational thrills inside her, the all too quiet third member of their fucking party came forward.
He got down on all fours and slid over the top of the bed, watching Tim continue to grind out his screw. The bearded man lowered his head and let it slide forward ever so slightly. Like his partner, Tim, he preferred to let the sensations build on a gradual basis, and for that reason did not hurry things.
He ran his fingers over the gentle smoothness of Mom's milky white ass globes. His head pushed forward a little more as he used his teeth to gently gnaw at her right buttock cheek.
"Keep it up, Harv, I love that," Mom gasped, overcome by the action she was getting from Tim and Harv.
Harv continued gnawing at her buttock cheek with slow, methodical thoroughness. After finishing with the right one he moved on to the left, repeating the process with the same degree of precision skill. Then he suddenly switched back to the right one, using his tongue to slide sweepingly over its entire surface, reversing the procedure and paying the same erotic deference to the left one.
While Harv was paying intimate attention to his sucking nibbling, Tim was extending himself as he drove his enflamed prick at a brisker pace, rocking his ass back and forth with all the enthusiasm he was capable of mustering. Mom instinctively pushed her body forward to meet his razor-sharp thrusts, which left her sighing and trembling.
"You're too much, too much," she gasped.
As his cock continued to rip away inside her wet snatch, his hands played with her tits freely, moving rapidly over the creamy white skin, making me all the hornier as I watched.
I was barely aware of the fact I was jacking off, and even less aware of the pace to which I had automatically accelerated as the screwing on the bed continued. His cock stuffed its way into every stimulating crevice of her box, and her ass gyrated all the more uninhibitedly under the steady influence of Harv's movements on her ass cheeks.
Harv finally got the thrills out of his system insofar as her ass cheeks were concerned. Now it was time for him to move on to her asshole. He lowered his head some more and let it move forward cautiously. Finally it made contact with her asshole in the form of some soft, slow, exploratory licks. Back and forth the tongue slid, pushing its way ever further inside her ass.
The combination of the stimulating ass suck combined with the pulsating stabs from Tim's hard prick had her body twisting and turning. Her face was red and contorted with sexual exhilaration as the fucking and sucking continued. The more her body quivered the more that her lovers realized they were making headway, which pleased them and brought out all the more in the way of effort.
"Finish me off, oh finish me," she cried with desperation, ready to explode her pussy juices.
Her heels ground into Tim's back as he drove his prick with a greater frenzy than before, determined to get her off as well as himself. And all the while Harv was continuing to flick his hot tongue around inside her ass.
I looked over Larry's way and noticed that he was reacting to the passionate scene beneath us in the same way I was, by jerking his dick all the faster in anticipation of exploding. I couldn't help but think of the possible irony of all of us coming at the same time, with the exception of Harv, who was too busy preparing to bring Mom off to worry for the time being about himself.
"Oh, this is it," Mom announced with finality to Tim. "I hope you're about ready."
"I'm just about there."
"Great. On target. Kiss me, baby, I want your mouth pressed against mine when we shoot."
"Oh, sure, honey, sure."
His limber body pushed forward rapidly and he pressed his lips resoundingly against hers. Their lips crashed as his hot stick continued grinding out its steady tune in preparation for the big moment.
Tim pulled his burning tongue out of his mouth and trust it inside Mom's. Their tongues locked passionately as his prick continued bolting fervently inside her cunt.
As Tim finally withdrew his tongue from Mom's after a long breathtaking kiss, he let out a long, sustained groan.
"Oh you're so tight, so tight, I'm there, baby!"
"Oh, so am I," she gasped, her hips vibrating faster than ever, "I'm shooting my pussy juice!"
Harv continued sucking her ass out through it all, as the torrent of hot white liquid spilled profusely out of the end of Tim's hard prick and into her excited cunt.
Larry and I naturally picked up the erotic drift, beating our peckers with furious finger movements as we drew ever closer to exploding.
"Oh, watching them is too much," I exclaimed, my fingers pumping up and down until the hot white stream bolted from my shaft, splashing partially on my fingers and the rest on the attic floor.
"Me too," Larry sighed, "oh, this is something, I'm so hot, I've just got to go. Oh, there it is, here it comes."
I watched a stream of warm liquid bolt from his prick and into his hand. Much of the spray, like mine, also hit the floor.
"Sorry I had to wake you up," Larry grinned.
"What a show."
"How does it make you feel after seeing this?"
"At first I felt like going down there and killing those two studs who are fucking her."
"I know what you mean. I practically went to pieces the first time I saw her making it with that black stud. But it shouldn't be quite as big a shock for you, since I tipped you off on what to expect."
"That's true enough, but hearing's one thing and seeing provides a new shock."
"I get your point, little brother," he nodded. "Hey, look on down there. Those sex maniacs are at it again."
This time it was Harv, holding his massive dong in his hand, who was maneuvering his body on top of Mom. He took the pillow that Tim had propped up under her and flipped it off to the side, where it landed near the end of the bed.
He lowered his tremulous, erotically alive frame gently downward, until his hairy rippling chest muscles were sliding ever so slowly against her breasts fervently, then manipulated his body from side to side, creating a world of wondrous friction.
His head then dropped between her ivory boobs and he licked the cleavage that separated them. As he did her body began swaying, her hips undulating, her ass cheeks rotating from side to side. He was turning her on big.
Harv's teeth went cleverly to work nibbling between her breasts, causing those beautiful legs and those lovely ass cheeks to rotate all the faster. He cupped his fingers securely around her ass cheeks as his teeth continued nibbling between her boobs. Then he moved his tongue over to her left tit and began sucking at a torrid pace. He didn't even let things build gradually, like he had when he was going after her ass cheeks earlier. For a while his tongue would glide energetically over the tight folds of flesh, then his teeth would effectively nibble. Either way she was getting sensations that were causing her to writhe and moan. "Eat me, honey, eat me," she finally cried out desperately, savoring even more intimate contact.
With a sense of urgency that matched the tone of her plea, he lifted his head from the tit on which he had been nibbling and let it drop down between her legs. At first he excited her even more by letting his fingers slide into her moist mound, probing slowly, increasing the sense of arousal she already felt.
"Oh, suck it, eat it, I want it," she gasped in rapid, staccato fashion.
"Okay, baby, you're gonna get it," Harv promised.
Tim was all eyes watching the sight unfolding before him. He sat calmly, watching Mom lose herself in a reverie of stimulating sucking.
Her body spasmed convulsively, her arms flailing, as Harv went after her with every ounce of energy his tongue could command. Mom's thighs were atingle with sensation as his long red tongue circled pulsatingly inside her.
With her arms flailing, Mom's fingers appeared extra nervous. She needed something to occupy them with. She finally ran them sexily through Harv's hair as he continued manipulating his tongue over her searing inner folds of vaginal flesh.
"Suck me, honey," she bellowed, beside herself with passion, ready to unleash her hot juices inside him.
He reached down and pinched her buttock cheeks as his tongue whipped through the paces. Mom's legs made half arcs as they flung themselves convulsively. The pace was just too hot for her to absorb. Something would just have to give.
The something gave an instant later as the juice spilled from her enflamed pussy. Harv, his body trembling with excitement, the big moment having arrived, gobbled the load down hungrily.
"The way you do it," Mom swooned. "There's magic in that tongue of yours, baby."
Mom patted him on top of the head, planting a sweet kiss on his forehead as he looked at her and smiled.
But Harv wasn't through by a longshot. There was something that he desperately needed her to attend to. It was his massive penis, which he stroked several times for her benefit, making sure it was pointed squarely in her direction.
"That looks absolutely delicious, my dear," she smiled.
"It's yours for the asking."
"I'm asking."
"It's yours."
He spread his legs comfortably and perched himself on his ass, holding his inflated peter for her to grab. She took it out of his hands with a quick thrust, then quickly lowered her head, going to work with the same type of dedication he had displayed when he sucked out her cunt.
His hand ran slowly up and down her thigh, giving her added sensation, while her tongue licked the end of his peter. It was warm, smooth, and spongy, possessing contents that Mom definitely was interested in digesting. She knew just how to nurse things along, just the way to provide herself with maximum thrills, as the end of her aroused tongue licked the tip of his dick. It reminded me of a little girl going after her first lollipop.
After licking the tip of his prick for a few minutes, she let her tongue drop dramatically to his balls, which she sucked. They swelled before her very eyes as she unleashed herself, driving new sensations through him with every movement.
Harv began pushing his body upward excitedly, thoroughly captivated by her sexy movements, as she continued sucking his testicles. Her head then dropped down eagerly to her point of ultimate fascination, his spongy, heavily veined phallus, which was dying to unleash itself in all its liquid glory inside her mouth.
Mom's head dropped and she went to work swiftly on the hard dong. This time her tongue was moving rapidly up and down over it. Her lips stretched to encompass every erotic bit of flesh. Up and down she proceeded over its rubbery head. Meanwhile her fingers were at work probing his balls.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh, aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh," he gasped.
When his legs began to quake with sensation, Mom deliberately stepped up her pace, aware that he stood ready to unload buckets of tasty cum in her mouth.
She tugged ever eagerly at his testicles several more times while her tongue rotated over his hot pecker.
"Keep it up, cause I'm almost there," he announced triumphantly. "Just a few more strokes, a few more, that's it, oooooohhhhhh, keep tickling those balls, I love that tickling, I'm gonna go out of my mind with joy, out of my mind. You did it, I'm coming!"
The load was as big as any she could have hoped for, and soared propulsively from out of the end of his hot dick into her mouth, surging profusely inside her, overwhelming her. I thought for a while that she was gonna lose all of the load, since it seemed to take her by surprise, but she stuck with it as just a few tiny droplets hit the sheets. She had been satisfied.
"Seen enough?" Larry looked over at me and said softly.
"Enough to believe everything you told me."
"Can you see now why I'm so hot to fuck Mom?"
"She's got a lot to offer," I admitted tight-lipped.
"That she has. Well, I guess that's it as far as the show is concerned," he pointed downward.
I looked and observed the two men dressing quickly, while Mom lolled around casually in bed, a satisfied smile on her lips. She looked every bit as triumphant as a queen whose country had just won a major battle.
As we lowered our bodies slowly down the stairs, I found myself desiring Mom, the very thing I had hated Larry for doing earlier that same day. Now it was just a question of whether I'd go as far as to put the make on her.
CHAPTER THREE
My mind wandered through the entire next day at school. Mom's naked body was present at all times. Once I got so aroused that I had to dart into the john between classes and finger myself off.
I could see that glistening white skin and the shimmering black hair before my eyes, along with the perfectly shaped tits and legs, and an ass that, when it wiggled, put me instantly on the verge of exploding. Once or twice when I was called on to recite, I didn't have the foggiest idea of the question that had been asked, which was unusual for me. Normally the only time I would get keyed up like that was the day of a big football game, but it was far from football season.
When I got home that afternoon around four, there was nobody else in the house. I went into the kitchen and drew myself a beer. It was hot and muggy once again, and the cold beer went down soothingly. I then went to my room to do my homework, but ran into troubles concentrating right off, just as I had at school. Once more I could see that sexy alabaster body writhing in the sheets, turned on as it got a stimulating screw. How I wished I had been there in place of Harv and Tim. Maybe that was the real reason why I had resented them so much in the beginning. Maybe I was jealous that I wasn't there in their place. I thought about how confident Larry had been that I could score with Mom, and wondered what had made him feel that way. Was she really that hot for big, strong guys? To the point, at any rate, where she would screw with her own son?
Those were questions that could only be answered if I was willing to gamble. I hated to get embarrassed and, believe it or not, was a little bit on the shy side when it came to making initial contact with women. That was why Larry, who was bolder when it came to those things, proved so handy. He'd take me over and introduce me to a gorgeous chick like Marian who wanted a good screw, and that would be that. Normally, if I thought there was much of a chance of me getting turned down by the girl, I'd pass up trying rather than risk the embarrassment. But with Mom the sensations swirling inside me were so powerful that I was willing to risk just about anything. I wanted her in the worst way, or at least enough to make a valiant effort to get to her.
I went on with my mind wandering for the better part of an hour, trying to lose myself in my studies, but failing, thinking of Mom all the time. Then suddenly I heard the front door close. I walked into the front room to investigate and saw Mom, looking absolutely stunning in a purple pants suit, which brought out her voluptuous breasts and legs magnificently, to the point where my cock instantly hardened.
"Hi, Mom," I greeted her in a friendly tone.
"Hello, dear."
"That's a very attractive outfit."
"Thank you. I picked it up just last week. Glad you like it. Oh, I need a drink," she walked toward the wet bar. "It can be such a pain listening to all those old biddies bitch at my bridge club meeting."
"You look so young and beautiful that you probably look like their daughter, or maybe granddaughter."
"Why thank you, dear," she beamed as she mixed herself a Scotch and water. "You're just full of compliments today."
"I just recognize that you're one whale of a gal, that's all."
The drink loosened her up a little. She enjoyed the compliments I was sending her way. I was trying to do it without appearing extra obvious about the whole thing. I wanted to give her something to pick up on if she chose to, an opportunity to prove that she was as hot for strong young men as my older brother claimed she was.
She warmed up to the conversation enough to where she fixed herself a quick refill.
"If I weren't afraid of playing the devil's advocate I would offer you something to drink, dear," she said.
"I drink every now and then," I told her.
"Well, how interesting," she laughed. "Tell me more."
"Nothing much more to tell," I shrugged calmly. "I take a drink now and then at parties and things."
"What do you drink?"
"I like Scotch on the rocks, just like you're fixing now."
"Do tell," she chuckled. There was a little girl way that was creeping into her actions. I liked it. "So, how'd you like me to fix you a Scotch on the rocks? If I do will you accuse me of corrupting you?"
"No way," I shook my head firmly.
"Okay, then coming up."
I could see that the more she drank, the more she loosened up. It was just a question of how much she would drink and how far she would loosen. The longer I looked at that beautiful body the more powerful the desires became inside me. My big cock was looking for someplace else to go aside from inside my trousers, where it was begging for some freedom. I sat sprawled out on an easy chair while she was comfortably seated demurely on the living room sofa. A cute little smile continued gradually spreading itself across her face as she drank.
"You know, you really do have a beautiful complexion," I told her as I got down to the end of my drink, which I wolfed down quickly.
"Thank you. You're not so bad yourself. So big and strong, with such nice wavy hair. Yes, you'll make some very lucky woman a splendid husband someday, my sweet."
"Dad had to be out of his mind to ever divorce you. You're so beautiful. Boy, he should have been happy to recognize a very good thing while he had it."
"Let's not talk about him, dear," she gave me a surly laugh. "I divorced him and it was good enough for him. I sure didn't need him. He can go to Hollywood or New York or to hell for all I care."
She got up and quickly mixed herself a third drink. Then she mixed a refill for me. She bolted down that third drink much faster than she had either of the others. Now she was acting like a different woman. Drinking had been just the thing to get her to lose her inhibitions.
"I think I need a nice warm shower," she announced, strutting proudly up the stairs and toward the bathroom. I watched her mount the stairs, sipping on my drink.
As she showered I wondered whether she would come out completely sober, and acting standoffish. I liked the familiarity with which we were talking, and I couldn't help but hope that it would lead to intimate personal contact. I wanted her so bad that my poor stifled cock was crying out from underneath my pants.
After she had been in the bathroom for a few minutes, the door suddenly swung open and she called down to me.
"Dear, would you be good enough to bring my robe in here for me. I forgot it," was her short and sweet message.
I got up and my heart began pounding the way it always did when a moment of decision was at hand. My knees wobbled a little as I walked up the stairs, walking past the bathroom and into her bedroom, where her canary yellow robe was hanging in her clothes closet. If she wanted me to bring her her robe then that meant-yes, I'd be seeing that body naked. To her knowledge it would be my first time ever, even though I had seen her in all her alabaster glory just the night before.
My heart pounded and my cock throbbed with desire as I picked up the robe and walked toward the bathroom. I decided to knock on the door just to be on the safe side.
"Just a moment, dear," she replied cheerily.
Then disappointment hit! She opened the door just a crack, holding out her hand, giving me just enough room to slip the robe to her, and not nearly enough to see her in the nude, as I wanted to.
"Thank you," she said.
"Don't mention it," I said glumly, giving away how I felt. I just wondered if she picked up on my tone and detected what it stood for.
The tension lifted and the pounding heart was restored to normal as I walked downstairs. I might just as well go back to my studies, I thought, for whatever good I was doing. I wasn't going to fuck mother. She wasn't about to give me the chance. Maybe she'd get turned on with some hot young guy she'd meet at a bar, but that didn't mean she'd make it with her own son. I could hardly wait until Larry got home so I could tell him I thought he was an idiot for suggesting such a thing.
Mom walked down the hall and into her bedroom. I listened to hear the door shut, but heard nothing. I presumed that she wanted to take a nap, which she sometimes did before dinner. The alcohol she had had might have brought on an even stronger sleeping urge.
I got up from the living room chair and was strolling back toward my room when she called out to me.
"Scott, dear, where are you going?"
"To do some studying in my room."
"Oh, I thought you were gonna talk to me," she said disappointedly, "since we were having such a grand time conversing."
"I'm sorry. I thought you wanted to take a nap."
"Heavens no, dear. Come in and talk to me. That is, unless your school work can't wait."
"No, it can wait," I emphatically assured her.
Once more my pulse started racing. The desires were rekindled. I wanted her, and hoped that this wouldn't be just another false alarm. It would mark the first time that she had ever asked me into her bedroom to talk to her.
As I opened the door and saw her sprawled out on the bed, wearing nothing but her sexy canary yellow robe, the passions enveloped me, dominating me even more thoroughly than before. Now I just had to have her, after coming this far, into her bedroom while we were alone in the house. She had the cutest grin imaginable on her lips as I came in, and shifted her body ever so slightly so that I got a good look at her cute ass.
"Do you really think I'm as attractive as you said?" she asked me point blank.
"You're damned right I do."
"Would you think me evil if I told you I found you very attractive?"
"No, I wouldn't. I'd think you were honest, and I like honesty."
"Well, I guess we're getting everything right out into the open," she threw her head back and laughed. "I do like the way you're leveling."
"You want me to level more?"
"No," she held up her hand restrainedly. "Save that honor for me."
Then she did something that made me boil over with sexual want. She opened up her robe, taking it off daintily, then throwing it recklessly to the floor. She couldn't have picked a more powerful symbolic gesture. Now I was just another male beast frothing at the mouth for contact. For the time being all thoughts of being her son were extinguished. She was a beautiful woman and I felt a need for her.
"Do you like me?" she asked softly.
"Do I ever."
I plunged into bed, my trembling fingers reaching around her naked body and pulling her to me. I kissed her lips fervently several times, then let my mouth drop dramatically between her breasts.
My tongue reached out and slipped against her breasts. Her skin was smooth and warm, just as I had dreamed it would be. The evening before I had sat in rapt attention, watching Mom get screwed by Harv and Tim, watching them get stimulated by the warm smoothness of her form as their tongue and teeth made contact with her smooth flesh. Now my mouth was in the same position. Tiny drops of saliva dribbled down her body as I sucked and nibbled on her breasts, accelerating the sense of arousal that each of us felt.
Our bodies trembled as they touched each other. I let my fingers travel all the way down from her breasts to her toes. I cupped one hand tightly around her thigh while I let my tongue travel inside her mouth. Our tongues locked ravenously in the hunger of each other's need. Tongue merged with tongue, saliva with saliva, as we remained locked fervently together. I withdrew my tongue from her mouth and let it travel down to her cunt. While my fingers were playing with her ass, my tongue was nibbling on her clitoris.
Her cunt muscles tightened, her pussy lips crying out with need, as I began sucking her. She was so hot that all it took were a few gentle nibbles and her legs were flailing and kicking uninhibitedly.
My fingers gripped her warm buttock cheeks tightly as my tongue continued to explore the passionate inner folds of flesh of her hot mound, which was becoming moist with exhilaration.
"Do it to me, baby, suck me," she implored.
I ran a hot finger up inside her asshole, letting it sink in deeply. She flinched as it forged its way inside, then her body began to convulse in jerky spasms. I had her right where I wanted her, on the edge of her seat with excitement, desiring my every touch.
My tongue dug ever deeper into her quivering slit as she began gasping. The breathing was becoming markedly heavier now as I drew her closer to orgasm.
"Bring me off, honey, bring me off," she whispered.
I ran my finger up her asshole one more time, which caused her to spasm once more, her legs kicking upward with a decisive thrust. Now my tongue was pushing forward electrically, driving ever forward as I drew closer to success. Now she was writhing ecstatically, her head jerking from side to side, her legs trembling. I took my finger out of her asshole and cupped both hands around her buttock cheeks for added support as I drove my tongue zealously forward in a final onslaught.
"Look out, honey," she bellowed one final warning, "cause here I go. Ooooooohhh, this is it!"
The fiery juices of sexual completion that had been churning in her for the last few minutes, begging for release, were now streaming out of her and into my mouth.
"Thanks," I grinned after I swallowed every bit of her.
"You deserved it, after the job you did."
I looked into those violet eyes and the desire within me swelled some more. Bringing her off orally had gotten me even more excited to get my gun off. I desired to thrust my dick inside her, to grind out a steady fuck inside her black-thatched cunt.
"Now that my tongue's been inside you I want my shaft there," I told her frankly..
"Oh, sweetheart. Do it to me."
I felt her shudder as I ran my fingers along her thighs, letting them slip slowly but surely, filling her with urgent need. I applied the thumb and forefinger of my right hand to part her cuntal lips. They were like flower petals reacting to the light of a warm spring day. The pink glowing entrance to her moist love tunnel opened to me. I probed her clitoris gently, causing her to gasp and shudder more noticeably.
"You really know how to make a girl anxious."
"I do my best."
"And I'll bet you'll do a beautiful job of fucking me, what with that big bobo of yours." She reached out and, with a look of familiarity, grabbed ahold of my proud shaft, which she jerked on with a few quick devastating strokes.
The second she let go a towering urge surfaced to fuck her immediately. Now I was going to erect a lasting monument to my hard penis by screwing the one woman I found myself desiring harder and with greater intensity than all the others put together, even sexy Marian.
I stuck my finger in once more and lubricated her some more. By then she was ready for my penetrating entry. She got it as my throbbing cock tore into her wet cuntal lips.
"Oh, you're inside me now," her voice trembled, as did the rest of her body. She slid backwards a little and her legs slipped to each side of her, trembling noticeably as my rigid penis continued shooting stimulating sensations inside her.
I let my throbbing shaft remain still momentarily while I was inside her, allowing myself to fully enjoy the burning thrill of the moment. My breath was coming rapidly and my heart pounding even harder and with greater speed than it had before the act started, during the turbulent trying moments before I had made the first move.
Then I pressed ahead, letting the mountains of sensation stored in my shaft dig into her warm, moist pussy. The further I pushed, the more ecstatic and louder were the moans that came from her. In addition, her ass began rotating all the more swiftly.
"Shove it in all the way, dear," she begged.
"I'm coming, I'm coming, but I wanna savor the moment."
"You are a romantic," she giggled.
"I couldn't be anything else making love to you."
My leg rubbed up next to hers. I let them touch. It made me all the more aroused to brush my leg against hers. It was so soft and warm, so womanly. She had so much to offer that when you get a chance to fuck her, it was hard to know where to start.
I drilled my big cock gradually inside her. Her cunt muscles tightened as I made my final gigantic penetration, showing my throbbing penis in as far as it would go.
Her fingernails dug against my chest as she sought to cling to some part of me while my razor-like fuckstick continued drilling her, driving itself inexorably in and out, sending waves of sensation all the way to my toes as I drove my burning body to new exhilarating heights inside her tight pussy.
Her cunt was so tight that I could hardly believe it belonged to a woman of almost forty who had been fucked, apparently, by huge numbers of men in every conceivable way. Not only was her cunt tight, but the desires that flourished within her were like those of a young girl cutting loose for the first time, breaking the bonds of a Puritanical past. I noticed the same type of uninhibited joy present in her the night before when I watched from the attic as she made it with Tim and Harv, only she was even more excited now, which made me happy. Perhaps it was because she dug me more, even if I was her son!
As I continued drilling in and out, her ass began to flip upward at a rhapsodic beat to match my thrusts. As my distended penis slammed into her cunt, her upturned rectum began slamming against my testicles, sending even greater urges into me.
"Oh I love the way you move that ass," I gasped, reaching down and planting my lips solidly against hers. I kept them pressed against hers for quite some time, then ran my tongue inside her mouth.
"I want it, oh do I want it," she was whispering now, her legs and hips rotating to my every movement.
She swallowed hard as I leaned forward and tore into her with a swell of new desire, determined to shoot off my rocks in her and make her love me for it.
My fingers itchily reached for her breasts, pressing eagerly against her nipples as my hot dick continued pushing in and out, as deep as I could shove it. My gasps became louder and more pronounced. She began writhing more rapidly and frequently. Her ecstatic sighs spurred me on as I plunged my pecker with rapier effectiveness.
Sweat surfaced on my forehead and my face reddened with unadulterated passion as my throbbing penis continued stabbing pulsatingly, bringing myself ever closer to climax.
"Spill those juices in me," she called, slapping me on the ass with her open hand. "I want it, give it to me."
Several more stabs and I was there, letting out a lengthy sigh as the jism exploded from inside me, filling her hot pussy with liquid love. Her eyes were closed and she was gasping loudly when I finally produced. We had become one in a magnificently consummated act of love. "I can't believe that my sixteen-year-old boy can fuck like that," she shook her head in disbelief. "Even your old man, who wasn't bad, could take a few lessons from you. That was great, baby, just great."
"So was your cunt."
"You know. I didn't wanna fuck you at first. I did everything I could to avoid it. But my desires finally won out. They usually do."
"I'm glad they did. I was a little reluctant to get involved myself."
"I could tell. You're really a very sensitive boy, football player and all. There's a side to you that's every bit the same as it was when you were a little boy. I hope it remains always because it makes you a more appealing man."
"If you like it then I hope it remains."
"Now I'd like to suck you. I just know I could get that cock way up there again. Look at it, is hasn't even gone down much. Just a little."
She was right. A quick glance revealed that it had diminished only a shade. A few finger or tongue strokes and it would be ready to explode again. And with her brand of talented cocksucking it would be no problem at all. After watching her do a superb job of sucking the night before I savored to try some of her oral action.
Mom was never one to be denied whenever she seriously desired some sex action. Right then she was thirsty for some hot cock, and set out determinedly to achieve her objective. She began by playing around at the tip of my prick, letting her fingers toy with it. Her movements were so soft and gentle that they tickled. I almost found myself laughing aloud several times. But Mom wasn't out for laughter, she was out for a good suck. Consequently she began running her soft, long fingers up and down the base of my prick with long, sweeping strokes.
"You like my massage?" she grinned.
"Right on," I laughed.
As I began to pick up her rhythm, letting my body rock back and forth in vigorous accompaniment, she reached down and began tugging at my testicles ever so gently.
"They say my ball massages are absolutely great," she remarked.
"You're making me a believer already," I quickly replied.
Her fingers would rub my balls gently, then she would all of a sudden give them a tug, letting the crescendo build of its own accord. I noticed my balls enlarge and the sensations multiply within them the longer she kept up her spirited pace.
After the massaging had been completed, she decided to settle down to the major task at hand -that of bringing me off by sucking me. She stuck her tongue on the tip of my cock, running it teasingly over the smooth surface with rapid-fire movements.
"Ooooooohhhhh, does that feel good," I openly encouraged.
She winked, giving my balls an extra tug as she kept on licking. Then she switched her efforts to the entire length of my mammoth prick, which was standing at full length, awaiting every development. Up and down her tongue attacked, sweepingly, setting a brisk pace, her fingers curled around my testicles, which she tugged and massaged while she continued conscientiously licking.
My swollen, distended organ was begging for release as her tongue beat a merry tune over it. Her long black hair swayed in her self-generated breeze as she pumped up and down at a speedy clip, driving me ever closer to floodtide.
As my ass began to flail and my legs kick under the stimulating pressure generated by her hot tongue, Mom instinctively picked up on how close she was pushing me toward finality. To my surprise she stepped up the pace even more. It had been so fast previously that I hadn't thought there was any way of extending it, but she managed to top even herself, pumping frantically, bringing me ever closer to a hot trigger shot.
"Hang on, baby, cause I'm gonna flood you," I announced as I ran my fingers through her long strands of black hair.
At long last the shot came, and it was thunderous. The hot white explosion jarred me to my very roots. I hadn't realized that there was that much juice left in me after that first fantastic load, but there it was, pouring voluminously out of me.
"My big boy's got a lot of juice inside him," Mom smiled.
We lay next to each other and talked quietly for the next few minutes. Mom mentioned several times how lucky she was to have made love to me, and how happy she was that she dared take the bold step into the forbidden realm of incest.
"Overthrowing convention is nothing when you wind up with a hot young guy like you," she smiled.
We got dressed. She went into the kitchen and began preparing dinner, while I went up to my room in hopes of getting in some studying. The studies had been eluding me all afternoon, but considering what I had gotten in exchange that was okay with me.
I no sooner had walked up the stairs and gone in my room than there was a knock at my door.
"Can the genius be disturbed?" it was Larry's voice calling mockingly.
"Come in," I closed the book I had just barely gotten into.
"Say, little brother, that was quite a show you just put on with Mom. I must congratulate you."
"You saw it? I never even knew you were in the house."
"You'd be surprised how many exciting things I've had the opportunity to watch in recent months, mainly by convincing people that I'm nowhere around. Today's a good example."
"When did you come in?"
"Just after you walked into the bedroom. When she was still decent with the robe on. It turned out that I timed it just right, even if it was purely by accident."
"I guess you did."
"Yeah, well I crept in the back door, as I often do, especially when I think there's something up."
"You're every bit as shifty as the CIA."
"Thanks for the compliment," he laughed. "Well, little brother, I had a strong hunch that today would be the day. I could tell that you were thinking my words of yesterday over very carefully. When you're that quiet it can only mean that you're doing a lot of thinking."
"I did, but it wasn't the thinking that really got me there. It was just an itchy feeling, a determination to see if I could screw her. I tried and luckily I succeeded."
"That you did. That you did. Incidentally, Marian sends you her best and wants to see you soon."
"You were over there?"
"That's where I just came from," he nodded.
"Why didn't you ask me along?"
"Didn't you have enough groovy action around here to keep you busy?"
"True. It's just that I thought I was supposed to go over there the next time you got some action."
"I would've come over to get you, except that I met her right after my last class, when we were walking across the campus, and she waved to me. It turned out she was extra horney and wanted somebody to take care of her right then and there. Well, we went over to her pad and I gave her what she wanted."
"I know how you aim to please."
"Naturally. Naturally."
"Well, if you saw everything, then there's nothing for me to say."
"No need to. Your actions told the tale. Wow but you two went at it. I thought I'd gotten all my rocks off over at Marian's. Usually when you leave her you're drained dry. But you know, I got so hot all over again watching Mom that I shot. Which reminds me that I've gotta do something about all that sperm on the floor up there. I'll have to take a wet sponge or something and clean it up." He then burst into laughter. "Say, how'd you like to go to a wild bash tomorrow night?"
"Sounds good. I suppose there'll be plenty of broads there."
"Do you think I'd be going to it if there weren't, dummy?"
"I suppose not."
"You'd better believe it. It's an off campus thing. Hell, it's gotta be, since we'd be in trouble if the school authorities ever expected anything like this going on. It's a bash over in Arlington Heights. We've rented out a couple rooms at a motel, and we've got some of the grooviest broads in Chicago that're gonna be there."
"You know, it's hard for me to figure out who gives the best blow job around-Marian or Mom. You've had them both and I haven't. What would you say?"
"Well, Marian's definitely got the enthusiasm."
"That's for sure," Larry grinned. "If you don't watch her she'll swallow your damned balls while she's sucking on 'em."
"So true. But Mom's got both the enthusiasm and the experience. No matter how hot she happens to be she never loses her sense of pace. She can keep cool even when she's out of her gourd with passion."
"That's very interesting. I hope I'll be in a position soon to make the kind of direct comparison you did."
"I hope so."
CHAPTER FOUR
The beer was flowing like water. The party was still very young and already guys had passed out and were staggering.
Some of the girls who were cavorting in bikinis and negligees were students at Northwestern, but a lot of them were gals who had simply been invited, with one pre-requisite- that they be good looking and stacked like a brick shithouse.
I stood in the middle of the room, in a cluster of hot, excited college cats, staring with a glass of bourbon in my hand at two long, sensuous legs, which were gliding erotically like two well oiled pistons moving at half speed. My entranced eyes would shift from the shapely legs to the well rounded, bouncing breasts.
Voices were loud and complimentary from her entranced spectators as the olive-skinned brunette danced barefoot atop a walnut table, which served as a makeshift stage.
"I'd like to eat that right up to the navel," Larry walked over and stood beside me, grinning. His eyes were red and his body unsteady from all the drinks he had had. Fortunately I was a little better off. I sipped my drinks while Larry and most of his friends had guzzled theirs.
The brunette moved with an intriguing catlike grace to the rhythmic accompaniment of a rock album blaring from a nearby stereo and the incessant hand claps and foot stomps of her horney admirers.
"You know her?" I asked Larry.
"Yeah, I recruited her for tonight."
"No shit?"
"No shit. She dances at one of the hottest topless bars on the North Side. I'll take you in there sometime."
"Please do."
"Her name's Angel."
To say that Angel was stacked would be a great understatement. The firm jutting breasts, which she controlled so beautifully with her dancing movements, making them jostle just right, just enough to keep all the guys watching her horney, must have measured in the high thirties, if not forty. Angel tapered down superbly from there, with a flat stomach that must have registered in the low twenties, and a pair of trim but sensuous hips and ankles.
As she worked her way with greater rapidity into the rhythm, the anthracite-eyed beauty with the stunning black hair that dangled down her sides and in back, began flaunting her body more recklessly.
"Doesn't she remind you of Mom?" Larry whispered.
"Yeah, she does. Especially the color of the hair and way she's stacked. I noticed that."
"There's one other thing too," Larry smiled. "What's that?"
"The way she wiggles that ass of hers. That's Mom all over."
"Yeah, you've got something there."
Angel had her audience totally spellbound, and those of us that weren't too drunk were sporting huge hard-ons. Her well-shaped ass revealed the ultimate in unbridled sensuality as she shook it convincingly.
With astute body control that left us spellbound, Angel would wander teasingly toward the end of the table, flipping her tits or ass toward a cluster of impassioned victims, then beat a quick retreat as the wolf whistles mounted deafeningly.
Angel had jumped on the table clad in a pair of black leotards fitted so snugly that they must have been wired for sound. I found out soon enough that they were easily removable.
The first expendable item was the top part of her costume, which she casually plucked off at the breasts, tossing a souvenir to her whistling mob of admirers. It was like turning back the clock and seeing Queen Cleopatra at her most stunning appearing before a mob of sex-starved Roman males.
My eyes temporarily lost themselves in the creamy mounds of flesh and the shadowy valley that separated them. They were like Mom's tits, big but firm. If there was one thing I had always hated, it was floppy, baggy breasts. Well, Angel's were anything but baggy. I lost myself in a reverie and imagined myself sucking and nibbling on them.
"Hello, men," I heard a drunken woman's voice laugh loudly. The voice contained a ring of familiarity, and snapped me out of my reverie. It was just that I was used to hearing it a little more sober.
"Marian, honey," Larry laughed.
I turned and observed Marian, her head cocked to one side, being supported by two young college guys about the age of my brother, each of whom helped hold her up.
"My friends told me there'd be a lot of fucking going on here," she grinned childishly.
"You came to the right place," Larry acknowledged with a nod.
"Where's the nearest bedroom, Larry?" one of the guys that was helping hold her up asked.
"That way," he pointed toward the hall, which led to the bedrooms, one of which was already doing a brisk business.
"Take me to the bedroom," Marian laughed. "I want a good fuck."
"That's what we're here for," one of the guys nodded.
"Remember, you two guys are welcome to drop in," Marian winked as they moved toward the bedroom, stumbling through a swirling mob of drunken men and an occasional girl. "You're my friends, too, and there's plenty enough to go around for you too."
"Thanks, we'll keep that in mind," Larry grinned.
Actually I was willing to pass her up, at least until she sobered up sufficiently to make the effort worthwhile. If there was one thing that bugged me about broads, along with the saggy breast taboo that I just mentioned, it was having them get too damned drunk. Unless I was every bit as bad, I just couldn't take the frivolous line of chatter along with the slow, uncoordinated movements. If I happened to be the same way, well that was different, but I was far from drunk at the moment, and my eyes were still riveted on an also sober Angel, who, having revealed her lovely tits in all their glory, was working her way toward removing other portions of her sexy costume.
She worked downward with precision and skill, stopping at the portion of her costume that covered everything from below her breasts to her navel.
A resounding chorus of "Ole" greeted her action. Once again she tossed a black garment to her waiting throng of loyal subjects in the nonchalant manner of a movie star tossing a souvenir to a bevy of starstruck youngsters. She had her movements down to perfection, knowing just how to tease the cocks of all present, of all those whose feelings there hadn't been stunted by alcohol.
Now it was time for the grand climax, the moment at which Angel would complete her total mastery over her awed admirers. As she smiled triumphantly, completely nude from head to stomach, the throng grew suddenly silent as it awaited the final unveiling.
"Just watch," Larry whispered into my ear. "You're really gonna love this."
Angel tantalizingly removed the bottom of her costume, producing raucous cheers and shouts from the assembled gathering. Her legs looked absolutely stunning completely exposed. They were long and lithe, reflecting a showgirl-like construction. My cock shifted restlessly inside my pants. I just had to have her, had to. Before I had seen Angel, many of the other girls who were circulating in the room looked appealing to me, and I thought about screwing any number of them. But once my eyes and my hot dong became firmly riveted on Angel, she was all I could think of. She dominated my thoughts with the same thoroughness that Mom had the night before.
Her cunt was still covered by a wafer-thin G-string, precipitating a series of whistles and awes. Excitement mounted tensely as Angel pranced nakedly on the table, a grin forming at her lips in satisfaction. A performer was acknowledging the unbridled enthusiasm of her audience.
With enticing, wiggling movements of her trim legs, she continued weaving her magic spell over us. My cock was bone hard as my eyes dropped in hypnotic fascination to her lovely pubic bush. My eyes remained fixed on her triangle as her legs shot out toward me several times in a darting dance movement. Each time I thought I'd shoot my rocks off, she aroused me that much. If she could excite me that much by just dancing, I couldn't help but think how much excitement I would derive through sharing the same sack with her.
On one occasion Angel pranced over to me, a broad smile flickering in her beautiful face, and showed me her gorgeous ass. It was so so creamy and firm, so beautifully rounded, that I was tempted to jump right up on that table and sodomize it instantly.
"Would you like to have her?" Larry asked me, still in a whisper.
"Now what the hell do you think? You think this nervous dong is standing out there just cause it needs the exercise."
"That's a pretty good answer," he laughed, slapping me playfully on the back. "Let me take care of everything, little brother. I'm looking out for your interests."
At that point Larry walked away, shoving his way through a cluster of guys, standing right next to the table, inches from the beauteous body of Angel, who winked at him.
She worked her way into the act's finale, which practically had me shooting in my pants. Several times I felt like reaching into my drawers and jacking off, the temptation was that powerful. She went into a series of complicated handstands, in the course of which she showed off her lovely box from every angle, giving the natives something to be even more restless about than before.
Activity then came abruptly to a halt as Angel took several long, extended bows to the accompaniment of a roomful of cheers. With applause still ringing in her ears, Angel bounced jauntily from the table. Her beautiful ass swayed from side to side as she strutted toward the hall, where Marian had gone with her two friends a few minutes before, where the bedrooms were located.
As she turned the corner at the hallway and passed out of view a drunken Barry Davis, the big fraternity man who was throwing the party in conjunction with my brother Larry, jumped up on the table. He was even more red-eyed than Larry, with hair hanging down in his face. He had come from one of the bedrooms a few minutes earlier, where he had undoubtedly received more than his share of action. He held up a restraining hand, urging silence, waiting until the chaotic excitement generated by Angel's dance, followed by her quick departure, terminated. As he stood waiting for the roar to die I noticed a cute blonde in a negligee hand Larry a mug of beer as he stood sprawled next to the table.
"May I have the undivided attention of this group, please," his hoarse voice began in a slur. The last of the buzzing then dramatically died. "Thank you," he nodded, smiling childishly. "Tonight, following in our best traditions, we gave you a show in perfectly good taste, one designed to stimulate the minds of young men. Don't you agree?"
A mixture of raucous cheers and shrill whistles greeted his statement. He kept standing there with that stupid grin, waiting for all the noise to die out.
"That's not all that got stimulated, either," my older brother chimed in with his characteristic sense of good timing, causing another quick chorus of laughter and applause to follow.
"Thank you, Larry," Barry acknowledged. "Last party we threw we might have had a group of cute chorus girls, but tonight we had ourselves a star, and don't you horney bastards forget it."
"Three cheers for Angel," Larry hoisted his beer mug.
"Since you've been so goddamned anxious to talk, Larry," the drunken speaker faced my brother, "now I'm gonna give you a chance to say all you want. Go to it."
Barry staggered off of the table while Larry was staggering on. They almost bumped into each other, which caused some laughter from the audience. The boys were getting horney. Those who hadn't already gotten their rocks off, or weren't too drunk to, were anxious to remedy matters right then.
"It's my privilege to announce our male star of the night, the guy that's gonna get to roll in the hay with that voluptuous hunk of woman who just left this room," Larry began dramatically. "Unfortunately there can be only one lucky man, one lucky cock, who can take on this gorgeous hunk of femininity tonight. I happen to know tonight's star very well, the man we've selected for this honor. He might still be in high school, but you'd never know it by looking at him, and after I told Angel he'd be her companion for a little rendezvous of bedroom jousting, she not only thanked me, but even gave me a kiss."
"And you're pissed as hell that she stopped there," Barry quipped, getting even with Larry for some of his previous jibes. The group burst into laughter.
"So anyway, I think you can understand my motivation when I say that this big lumbering guy that we selected is a football player, and I'm working like hell to get him to become one of us, to join our famous fraternity in a couple years, which won't hurt us in the prestige department. Anyway the lucky guy is my little brother Scott."
The group burst dramatically into applause and my heart began pounding relentlessly, just as it had the night before when I was approaching the moment of truth with Mom. I had thought at different stages of the introduction that Larry was talking about me, but I never did conclude that for sure until he made the remark about the lumbering football player. Personally I considered it stupid for everybody to make such a big thing out of me getting into my uniform and doing my best to knock other people down, something I did exceptionally well. But it made you sought after at the colleges, who were hoping to gain your services, while the fraternities liked the prestige of having a celebrated grid star on the team.
While my heart was still pounding and my big dick throbbing with anticipation I walked down the hall, looking for the bedroom where Larry told me I would find Angel. It turned out that it was right next to the room where Marian was balling with her two friends. The door was wide open when I walked by and Marian was stroking one of the guy's cocks while the other one had his head planted between her legs as he sucked hungrily on her hot snatch.
"Scott, baby, how's it going?" she giggled drunkenly as I walked past her, breaking up my concentrated line of thinking, which was squarely on Angel and how I was going to please her.
"Hi, doll."
"Come on in here and join the party. You're always welcome in any sex orgy I'm a part of."
"Thanks but I've already got an engagement."
"Well you don't have to be high hat about it."
"I'm not being high hat," I stopped long enough to tell her. "I love you too."
"That's good, cause when you get through doing what you'll be doing I want you to come back and visit me."
"I'll do that, baby."
That made her happy. A big grin flashed on her face as the guy dug in all the deeper, nibbling relentlessly on her clit and sucking her torrid snatch with all the enthusiasm he had in him. She then ran her tongue up and down the base of the other guy's cock. She was giving his balls a generous tug as I passed out of view.
I knocked softly on the bedroom door of the room right next to the one being noisily occupied by Marian and her two chums.
"Yes," the sexy, resonant voice inside answered.
"This is Scott. I was-"
"I know, dear," Angel interrupted me. "Come in, please. The door's open and I'm waiting for you."
Now the heart was pounding even harder than before as my trembling fingers opened the door. She was so suave and sophisticated, a woman of the world, just like Mom. These were the chicks that could turn me on over and over again. The Marians were fine, sensuous and good screws, but as far as I was concerned I'd take them like Mom and Angel every time. And I had wonderful Larry to thank for this opportunity. Had he not personally intervened I would probably be in the other room making it with drunken, noisy Marian just to get my rocks off.
The room was dimly lit for romantic effect. The fraternity boys, with my brother no doubt leading the way, had done things proudly. Two tiny candles flickered from a silver candelabra, which supplied the room's only illumination.
Angel smiled warmly as I entered the room, her glistening white teeth providing a sparkle in the barely illuminated setting, contrasting perfectly with her raven hair and olive skin.
She was lying sexily, her legs spread ever so slightly, in the huge bed. She wore a light blue lounging robe and was puffing leisurely on a cigarette.
A portable light brown table sat next to the bed. A full open bottle of champagne lay perched inside a silver container, submerged dramatically in ice cubes. Next to the champagne bottle were two empty glasses.
I stood in frozen silence before Angel. Our eyes met. My cock began swirling all the more restlessly inside my pants. My hands trembled slightly and my tongue shifted nervously inside my tightly closed mouth.
"Sit down and relax," Angel casually broke the tension. Her well-modulated voice sent shivers racing down my spine. If ever a girl that young exuded complete command of a sexual situation it was Angel.
"Thank you."
She moved her long, trim legs slightly to make room for me next to her on the bed. Angel eyed me momentarily, letting her eyes drop down to my crotch, where she received the unmistakable message that I was ready for action. Crying for it would have been more accurate.
"How'd you like to pour us a couple glasses of champagne," she smiled coyly, circulating her tongue slowly around the edges of her mouth, conveying a message all too clear, "then we can cuddle up next to each other and drink it."
I poured the glasses and looked at her. She patted an empty part of the bed with her open hand to indicate where she wanted me.
"Just lie down and we'll get better acquainted."
"I would love to."
"I like the challenge of taking on a real young guy. How old are you? I know your brother told me."
"I'm sixteen."
"Yes, the wonders of youth, and the way that our young generation is growing. It's absolutely fantastic." She illustrated by running her fingers over the tip of my prick. Then I handed her the glass I had poured for her benefit. Actually she wasn't that much older than I was, maybe three or four years older than Larry, but she had obviously been around a lot of men. She had scores of charms that had titillated numerous men and she knew just how to put them to work.
I took a couple of sips from the champagne and completely lost interest. With the captivating sight in front of me I couldn't have cared less about anything else.
Angel took one long last puff from her cigarette before killing it, extinguishing the remainder in an ash tray on the table. Now she was ready for bigger and better things.
"Undress me," she whispered.
There wasn't much undressing to do. I pulled her robe from her and let my eyes take in the captivating sight beneath, the firm, ivory skin, so naked, so appealing, so fuckable. "God but you're gorgeous," I found myself saying, corny though it was. It just happened to be the first thing that blurted out of my barely conscious mind.
"That's what they say. And you've got a gorgeous cock. I can see the outline of it through your pants. You must be awfully hot for me."
"Are you kidding? I'm on fire."
"Okay, honey. Get your clothes off and we'll do something about that fire you've got inside you."
My eager fingers were all thumbs for the next few seconds as they tore away at my clothes, pulling and tugging until I was finally every bit as naked as she was.
"Wow, I like your size, not bad at all," she nodded, reaching out and running her fingers up and down my hard dong.
"Every inch of it is yours."
"I know, baby."
She drew me to her, kissing my lips searingly as she ran her fingers through my hair, ruffling it. A hand ran searchingly down to my inflated prick, which she caressed while we kissed. Angel worked her way finally inside my mouth. There tongue locked against tongue in unquenchable bliss. I could hear her breath becoming heavier, as was mine.
Angel's long trim thighs began trembling violently. The rest of her was spasming as well as we continued to let our tongues swirl in unmitigated adventure around each other.
She let one of her legs lock around one of mine, allowing it to run smoothly against my leg. The extra contact excited me all the more. My heart pulsated and my breath was reduced to a series of short, puffy gasps.
"Let's make this beautiful," Angel whispered as she withdrew her tongue from my mouth. In the background I should hear Marian squealing next door.
"It's gotta be," I said firmly. "I won't let it be any other way."
"Now you're talking like a real man."
"And I'm feeling like one."
"Are you ever."
Her head swooped down suddenly on my inviting long stick. First her fingers played with it for a few quick strokes. Then her tongue began sliding around the tip, increasing the flow of excitement within me, causing my already racing pulse to race a little more.
"I'm gonna give you an unforgettable blow job," she announced, tugging at my swollen balls.
Angel's tongue rubbed softly against the tip of my penis. She worked her tongue over the smoothness of my searing tool, gradually letting the pace of excitement soar within me.
She finally engulfed my cock, overwhelming me with her naked sensuality, causing me to gasp and tremble with every stimulating movement. I sighed and closed my eyes, concentrating intensely on the adventure that was going on between my legs. My cock felt so good pressed against the flesh of her fiery red tongue. It slid in and out to the tip from her pulsating movements.
Angel pushed her hands against the folds of flesh at my buttocks to sustain herself, continuing to drive her tongue zealously as a flood-tide of passion unfolded inside me.
"Oh, suck it," I gasped, "I love your movements. Make love to me until I fuck you in the mouth."
She plunged her lips down my shaft toward the curly patch of pubic hair near my crotch. She kept her face pressed endearingly against me as my body spasmed and I let out a series of unintelligible grunts, captivated by the violent, naked, passionate act of oral love that was going on.
I opened my eyes once more and watched her gasp and moan as she continued pumping me ever eagerly toward an orgasm. The explosion was gradually building with heightening rapidity, building with every violent tongue movement. She inhaled my male smell and absorbed my warmth, letting her fingers slide smoothly over my testicles while her tongue continued working up and down over my shaft.
As the orgasm built in my loins my legs began convulsing more violently than before. My hips started thrusting upward toward her face as she sought to swallow every delightful morsel of sensation in my hard dick. She had it in as deep as it would go. I continued spasming and breathing heavier. She knew how close I was and sped the process up all the more by continuing to run her fingers over my balls.
Angel raised her head some more, taking in even more of my prick. I was in her so deep that I could hardly believe it. Finally all she had was my glans between her lips as her tongue continued beating a steady pace over me. She plunged, retreated, then plunged some more, her mouth a whirling, swirling mass of erotic excitement. Her lips clung tightly to the sensitive skin and the surface of my erect phallus.
"Oh, get ready," I took a deep breath, then gasped.
She gripped my buttocks cheeks eagerly and shot her head forward in one swift gulp.
The need inside me reaching a crying moment of climax. My legs were trembling and I let out a huge gasp.
"Take me, take all of me," I bellowed. "Oh, that's it, suck it all out, it's coooommmmmmiiiiiinnnnnnnggggggggg."
I closed my eyes and felt the hot semen spill voluminously into her waiting mouth. I heard some familiar slurping sounds as she endeavored to take in every drop.
"You're a very healthy boy," she said with calm reserve seconds after swallowing my load. The contrast was so swift and pronounced that I burst into laughter. Angel also had a sense of humor, joining me with laughter of her own.
Perhaps I had orgasmed once, and perhaps I should have felt like relaxing long enough to catch my breath, but Angel's voluptuous presence made me feel like going right back into action. I threw my arms around her and submerged my lips against hers in quick, jutting forward thrusts.
"You're very horney," she smiled, "as horney as I'd thought you'd be judging by these magnificent endowments."
She went right to work on my endowments, which didn't need all that much encouragement, tickling my balls and running her fingers sweepingly up and down the base of my big prick.
"You're all man, just like I expect the guys I fuck with to be," she told me in those low sexy tones of hers. "Give me some more action, baby, let's play the oral game again. Only this time two can play."
The message was simple enough. She wanted some brisk sixty-nine action, and I was only too happy to comply. Her body was so over-poweringly exciting that I couldn't ever envision myself as anything but hot for her. No matter how many times I had done it during a given day or night, I couldn't ever see myself tiring to the point of not being able to bring my cock up for her.
"Give my tits a little action," she suggested.
"Would I ever love to."
Her mammary endowments were among her most impressive features, and I was determined to sample them in all their erotic glory. My itchy fingers went to work playing with her breasts, running exploringly over both her voluptuous tits and the shadowy valley which separated them. They were so creamy and rich, so soft yet firm, so precious to fondle.
"Your fingers are okay too, sweetheart," she complimented. "You really know how to massage a woman."
My heart began beating with greater rapidity as my fingers became alive with a burning heat. They savored contact with her shapely mounds of flesh. My fingers pressed firmly against her breast, then against the rose-tipped petal. Slowly I lowered my mouth and took deadly aim, letting my tongue sweep lazily but sexily between her boobs, attacking her shadowy valley but biding my time in the process. I would let things build, work her into a passionate state so that our sixty-nine would be the best possible.
After my tongue slapped against her voluptuous cleavage I let it transfer to her left tit, which I flicked my tongue against at a rapid clip. As the pace continued to build she became more erotically aroused, her hips swaying back and forth with every one of my passionate movements.
"Now we're making beautiful music," she nodded appreciatively.
"It couldn't be anything but with you around."
"Thank you, honey. Keep it up."
As I went back to energetically sucking her left tit, stopping periodically to nibble on her firm skin, I heard some more carryings on in the next room. I could hear both Larry and Marian giggling, which meant that Marian was now taking on three guys.
The tit sucking continued for the next several minutes unabated. After I finished her left tit I tackled the right, doing every bit as convincing a job on it as I had on the other one.
By the time I finished with her breasts a hungry passion had risen within me to taste her fount of womanhood. My eyes traveled hungrily down to her cunt. I moved my hand down toward it, letting it lazily caress her pussy.
"That feels so good," she sighed, "so good."
I slipped a fingertip into a new flowing of slipperiness. My finger went to work energetically on her clitoris. No sooner did I go to work on her clit in earnest than she was gasping and writhing like a woman totally dominated with desire.
As my finger continued playing with her clit she maneuvered her body on top of mine, not stopping until her cunt and ass rested just above my head. I was looking at the most beautiful scenery in town, as well shaped an ass as I've ever seen combined with a furry triangle dripping from her own womanly excitement.
Now it was just a question of continuing to arouse her until I tasted her. I remembered what my brother Larry, always right on when it came to the appropriate phrase, said about wanting to eat Angel right up to her navel. Well, here I was, little brother, with the opportunity to do just that. Angel's tongue was stationed right over my dick, which by that time had swollen back up to its former length, and prospects loomed bright for a whale of a double suck.
"Let's suck a little ass first, doll," she suggested.
Not even waiting for a response, she went to work running her hot tongue up my asshole. She displayed excellent tongue control, exercising just the right style of pace, not too fast, not too slow.
I was in a mood to reciprocate, and did, letting my tongue travel inside her beautifully shaped ass. We pushed our bodies through their paces at top speed. In and out our tongues darted torridly, our hot asses flailing in the breeze as the sensations reeling within our systems magnified.
The longer I sucked her the more she began to squirm, until my head was perpetually twisting and turning to keep up the pace of her movements. Finally, to no surprise of mine, she took her tongue out of my asshole long enough to gasp: "Go to work on my pussy, baby. I'm ready to shoot."
"Okay. My cock's not far away either."
"I know. It's time to switch."
Her head sank downward with one impactful thrust to my flaming prick, which she attacked with reckless abandon. She was as hot for me as I was hot to deposit my juices in her. Angel rammed a hot finger up my ass, which she used in corkscrew fashion, causing my body to vibrate and my heart to pound a few beats faster.
I held my own with some torrid sucking of her snatch. Her pussy lips opened invitingly, begging for release, as my tongue flipped back and forth with rapid precision movements. My fingers squeezed her ass cheeks, holding them somewhat in place to reduce the effects of her erotic wiggles.
From the way that we were matching each other's strokes I figured there was a good chance we'd come together. With that objective in mind I was all the more determined to push ahead rapidly.
She closed her eyes and got set for the big spurt. I knew it was near from the unmistakable itchy twinge centered at the base of my prong and in my electrically alive nuts.
Her wet lips pushed up and down my long shaft as the tension continued to build. While I was draining the hot pussy out of her and into my waiting mouth she was finishing the act of bringing me off.
Angel tickled my balls several times as she made her final few plunges. I had received my licking desire and now she was going after hers. My legs were shaking with anticipation as she finally brought me off. The hot white jism bolted from out of the end of my hot stick and into her mouth. She sucked out every drop, then looked up at me and said: "Not bad. Not bad at all."
CHAPTER FIVE
"I hope now that you'll return my favor soon," my brother Larry winked at me as he started up his car and drove off. It was one in the morning and we were on our way home for a badly needed early morning of sleep.
"Just what kind of favor are you looking for?"
"I think you know."
"Getting together with Mom?"
"What the hell do you think I mean?" I had to admit, he had done me a fantastic turn. Angel was the kind of girl you instantly wanted to fuck the second you laid eyes on her. I got to do just that, at least to the extent of fucking her the first time that we met, thanks to Larry.
"I'll do my best, but what the hell, I've only had her once."
"But that was some first time."
"Yes it was."
"Just like Angel."
"Yes, that was something too."
"Marian was sure hot to trot tonight," he shook his head, "but she was too fucking drunk to be as effective as when we all screwed the other day. She's better with some drink, but too much gets her sloppy."
"So I gathered."
I had gone into the bedroom she was sharing with Larry and the other two guys right after finishing my screw with Angel. We ended on the high note I described, the fantastic sixty-nine, then I went into the other room primarily to find out what Larry was up to. He was sipping beer casually and rapping about campus politics with the two guys who had been sharing Marian with him. As for Marian, she was out cold in the bed, snoring loudly.
"As I said, I do hope you'll make an effort with Mom," he pressed some more as he turned a corner and headed down an almost deserted street.
"You have any suggestions on approach?" I queried.
"I thought you'd never ask," he laughed. He might have been tired but that zestful spark of life was still there. As for me, I was so conked out I was ready to fall asleep. But then again, I had taken on the voluptuous Angel, while he had been screwing a girl who was far gone on alcohol.
"Let's hear it."
"How's about us inviting Mom out to dinner with us? You know, just a couple of sons showing her some appreciation. Doesn't that sound innocent enough?" A familiar little smile emerged. "I suppose so. But the motivation's anything but innocent."
"You'd better believe it. Anyway we'll take her to a nice restaurant, then a nice drive, put a few drinks into her, and let nature take its course. You've already scored and I haven't, so I'll drive and let you two get acquainted in the same way you did at the house yesterday."
"You've got it all figured out."
"It's a good game plan anyway," he shrugged.
"As long as she doesn't intercept a pass."
"You catch her at the right time and you'll complete that pass, just like you did the other day."
"You always know the answers."
"No, not all, but some."
"You've sure got confidence in me."
"Why shouldn't I? Didn't I teach you everything you know?"
He laughed at his remark. I joined in. After that I curled up and went to sleep in the front seat of the car.
Larry had to wake me up when he pulled into the driveway at home. I was fast asleep. I staggered into the house, up the stairs, and into my room. I slept soundly until eleven. When I awakened and was on my way to the bathroom for a badly needed shower to revitalize my body, a beaming Larry intercepted me: "It's all set, little brother."
"What is?"
"Tonight. Remember when I said I'd get the wheels rolling? Well, I did. We're gonna take Mom out to dinner."
"Fascinating. The master matchmaker is at it again."
"You're damned right. Apparently she's excited about it. She went to get her hair fixed at the beauty parlor."
"I'm sure you helped excite her."
"Who me? Naw, I just played things real cool."
"But you're hoping they won't stay that way."
"I'm hoping they get so torrid that none of us can stand it."
I took my shower, then went downstairs and fixed myself some breakfast. I spent most of the day catching up on my weekend school assignments. Late in the afternoon I took a nap, figuring that I might need plenty of energy that night. Angel had devoured my juices the night before, but since I'm a young guy with lots of sex energy I figured I'd bounce back with not much difficulty.
That night Larry really outdid himself. He took us to one of Chicago's finest restaurants, a skyline affair with a sweeping view of the city flickering below. Mom confided to us that she hadn't eaten there since she was married to Dad.
Larry made sure to offer her plenty of opportunities to imbibe, and, after backing off at first, she finally cut loose, drinking the martinis in gung ho fashion. The more she drank the looser her conversation proceeded to become.
"That old man of yours really thought he was something with the women," she confided at one point, "but I showed him that I could do just as well with the men as he could with the dames. I'll have you know I had some high quality men, men of real substance, knocking on my door. I think that's what finally got to him, finding out that I could not only compete but give him a real run for his money when it came to getting some extra action. Yeah, his ego couldn't take it. He wanted to see me stay home and cry over his indiscretions. Well not this girl. Not me."
I had to admit-just looking at her was the most convincing argument she could pose about faring well with men. She looked more like a girlfriend of ours, or at best a sophisticated older sister. She had on a sleek low cut dress that gave me a groovy view of her tits as I sat across the table from her. Mom looked every bit as stunning as Angel had the night before. The same feeling that had been running through me prior to jumping into the sack with Angel that night before. I only hoped that for my sake as well as Larry's I could get her aroused. Fortunately she was talking about sex, which was always a good sign. Get them on the subject and it's always easier to score, the wise philosopher Larry told me.
"Why don't we take a nice drive down Lake Shore Drive," Larry suggested with a smile as we left the restaurant.
"Good idea," Mom readily agreed. "I could use a nice ride after a nice dinner and a few drinks. You boys are just the greatest. I consider myself a very lucky woman."
Fortunately she wasn't staggering. She had had drunk just enough to loosen up the inhibitions. I could see that Larry was guiding things professionally, by abruptly suggesting that we take the ride before she had anymore drinks, but doing it so smoothly that it couldn't have dawned on her what was up.
As Larry drove down Lake Shore Drive I started getting extra horney with Mom right next to me in the front seat. She was seated between Larry and myself. Several times her ankles grazed against mine ever so gradually. At first I thought that she was just shifting her legs, and passed the incident off as accidental, but when it happened several times in speedy succession I felt differently, countering by grazing my leg against hers.
Mom was in a highly demonstrative mood, I soon found out, as she ran her fingers up my leg, starting at my kneecap and working upward until she reached my thigh.
"I'll bet you've got a hard-on," she snuck a peek downward toward my crotch. She was right. Mom then ran her fingers over it. "Yeah, what a perfectly nice cock."
Larry was having a hard time focusing his attention on his driving by that time. And when Mom unzipped my trousers and pulled out my long hard phallus his concentration problems became insurmountable. He pulled the car to a stop at the side of the road.
"What are you stopping for, dear?" Mom asked.
"Just thought I'd stop and watch. Or whatever."
"I'm just playing with his dick a little."
"So I see," Larry nodded. "I've got a great idea."
"What's that, dear?"
"Why don't we go to a motel. Get ourselves a little room and stay overnight. It always does some good to be away from home for awhile."
"I think you've got a great idea. You have a place in mind?"
"I sure do, and it's not far from here."
"That's the good boy. Take us there."
He started up the car and resumed driving. And Mom resumed her paces over my dick. Once she got aroused there was no stopping her until she got her way. Larry did his best not to be distracted as she ran her fingers up my stick of dynamite, which was ready to explode.
"You've got such a nice cock," she exclaimed, "so long and tall and straight. Oh, it looks yummy."
I had mixed feelings at that point. I was happy that she was giving my dong some attention, but sympathized with poor Larry, who was trying to concentrate on his driving. Also, I couldn't help but be concerned over what might happen if we should have to suddenly stop the car.
My hard cock became a magnet for her eyes and hands as she slowed down the level of her pumping.
"Why hurry things," she explained with a smile.
Her fingers ran up and down the long narrow base of my shaft, until she was ready to proceed to the next step in the action. She closed her eyes dramatically and lowered her head over my prick. She held the bulk of me between her lips as my legs began spasming under the exhilarating tension of the moment.
My first erotic groan gave her a thrill, causing her to run her tongue up and down my prick in smooth, rhapsodic strokes. She slipped some fingers up and down my leg, adding to my pleasure, as the sucking continued. Her pace began to quicken and her fingers ran around my testicles, affording me extra satisfaction.
She sucked enthusiastically on my rigid penis, probing steadily on my throbbing meat, eagerly desiring my taste, as she had desired it the other night and received it.
The more frequent my moans became and the more noticeably my legs began spasming the more of my cock she began to take, finally letting it slide in just as far as it would go. I was engulfing her and going out of my gourd from the joy of it.
A tiny spasming commenced in her womb as she anticipated me reaching the point of no return, the juncture at which there would be no controlling me. She plunged her head faster, taking my glans into the soft, constricting top of her throat. She felt my tension and shuddered as I cried out and spilled semen voluminously into her throat. It came so fast and thick that she had to strive hard to catch it all.
She made urgent sounds as she sopped up every drop of my hot jism stream. Then she let out a sigh of relief when it was all over, flashing me an appreciative smile.
"When you suck you really suck," Larry said aghast. "That's really something, taking on Scott in a moving vehicle."
"When I wanna express myself, baby, then that's it," she explained.
"So I see."
"I'm thirsty for more. I want you again," she looked at me, her eyes widening with hungry intensity. She peered down at my cock, which had gone down very little.
"What can I say," I shrugged, "if the need's there."
"It's there, baby, believe me it's there. Tugging right at your mother's guts. I want you."
"Take me."
I held my cock in my fingers, stroking it slowly, getting one hell of a thrill watching those eyes of hers widen some more. It was the look of a starving man feasting his eyes on a steak.
She opened her mouth once more and slid my prick inside. Several sweeping strokes and I was filling her mouth with my magnificent phallic presence. She was determined to drink in all of me, apparently, and I certainly wasn't about to try and deny her her needs.
"Keep working it, baby," I sighed, running my fingers through her shimmering black strands of hair.
Back and forth her tongue swept passionately, pushing me ever nearer my second orgasm in a row. It kept surging forward with her aggressive guidance as she let my mammoth organ fill her mouth.
I continued running my fingers through her hair as she continued pumping me ever closer to climax.
"You've just about got me there," I grunted, "just keep it up. Keep sucking me. Oh, I want it, I want it, I want it. Oh, you're great, the way you move that tongue around. Oh, you've got me going out of my mind. Oh, I want it, I want it. Suck me, oh, suck, suck. This is it. Brace yourself, yeah, here I come. Oh, that tickles, oh, the way you're tickling my balls. Look out, gangway, oooooohhhhh, aaaaaaahhh, yyyyyoooooouuuuurrrrreeeeee grrrreeeeeaattt."
The hot semen bolted into her mouth. She received it gratefully, drop by drop, thanking me when it was all over.
"You're just like I'd expect my son to be," she nodded, "oversexed, just like mother."
"Just make sure you save a little of that passion for your other son," Larry chimed in.
"I wouldn't think of leaving you out."
"That's good."
Larry drove a few more blocks, then glided the car into a motel parking lot. While we waited in the car he went inside and got us a room, returning with key in hand.
"This is our ticket to pleasure," he held up the key and grinned.
"No, honey, the key to pleasure is in our bodies," Mom soothingly corrected. "That just assures us of a theater to let our act play."
"Then let's head for that theater, cause I'm getting hornier every second," he quipped.
I was just as happy that Mom had given me my kicks in the car. This way there couldn't be any serious competition between Larry and myself once we got inside our room. Since I had exploded twice in rapid succession I was sure that Mom would be wanting to try out some fresh meat. And, conversely, I knew how hot and anxious my older brother was to try Mom's burning cunt on for size.
We got inside the room. Larry turned the lights on just long enough for us to find the bedroom and undress, which we did in silence. Mom kept shooting looks our way.
"I love you guys, both of you," she explained after getting out of her panties and bra.
"You can prove it to me right here and now," Larry announced, stroking his iron hard penis proudly.
"My but that looks delicious," Mom walked over and grabbed his prick from out of his hand, stroking it eagerly.
"Let's jump into bed and wrestle," he suggested.
He followed up his suggestion by throwing his arms around her and pulling her body toward him hard and fast. They exchanged several burning lip kisses that left them trembling. Larry ran his fingers around her breasts as he eyed her passionately.
Larry let his tongue drop down to her boobs, which he sucked and nibbled alternately. She gasped and her body squirmed as she basked in the glory of his attention. Now that she had had me twice in a row it was time to try older son on for size.
The size was not only there, standing proudly between his dangling legs, but ready for immediate action as he continued showering her lips, then her tits, with kisses, his mouth moving up and down in quick, decisive strokes.
Her hand reached out and tremblingly touched Larry's huge rod. He let out an incoherent groan, his body spasming slightly under the erotic pressure of the moment. Mom raised her body upward until she was perched on her knees in the bed. She spread her luscious alabaster legs apart and held his prick in her fingers, letting it rest just above her black vee. She was getting him ready, as well as herself, for the ultimate moment of truth, when he would ram his hot dick into her.
"It feels so good to touch you," she whispered, "so very good. You've got such a nice cock. Both of my boys have nice huge cocks, good for stroking, good for eating, good for fucking."
After finishing her glittering testimonial she went back to work jacking more energy into his already sensation-filled phallus. She slid downward so that she had to stare upward to get a good look at his prick. As she glared fixedly at it she continued running her fingers up and down his enormous length. Occasionally she would also tickle his balls, adding to the overall stimulation.
"Oh, I need you now," he finally gasped with urgency.
I knew just how Larry felt. He could take only so much of the preliminaries before he was ready to shoot. He took Mom in his hands and guided her body downward swiftly, until she was lying on her back. His sure fingers caressed her legs gently but firmly as he parted them. She was trembling slightly as he got set to let his cock make its grand entry into her cunt.
His fingers reached out and explored the moist warmth of her hot snatch, starting out with slow movements, then building gradually until his fingers were eagerly poking their way inside.
Now he was ready to explore the inner riches of her pussy. He withdrew his fingers and got set to enter her. He let out a deep sigh, exhaled, and watched her closely, his eyes displaying the hellfire that his burning inner spirit felt.
The hot spongy head of his penis worked its way eagerly into the outer lips of her moistened snatch as she let out some erotic gasps.
"Oh, you're so big and warm," she said. "You feel so good."
He maneuvered his hot dick like a dagger, eager to explore every conceivable dimension of hot love with her. Back and forth her body rocked to accompany his flaming forward movements. His face reddened and beads of sweat emerged on his brow as he sent his athletically trim body surging back and forth in a procession of lust.
"Fuck me," she gasped prayerfully.
Larry answered by ramming his iron penis into her all the harder and all the faster. His nervous fingers reached underneath her buttocks cheeks, gripping them firmly and ever so tightly. Now she was completely in his power as he held her and fucked her.
Maybe I had exploded twice in a row in short order earlier, but now I was feeling those same burning inner desires that had been present earlier in the evening and had been present two nights earlier when I fucked Mom in the privacy of her bedroom. Instinctively I reached down and ran my fingers up and down my prick, letting the tense excitement within me generate itself all over again. As soon as Larry got done with Mom I would definitely be ready to take over again.
Mom swooned under the incredible sensations of his cock stabs, the big prick-head sending rays of joy into her body. Her breathing was growing noticeably heavier now, as was his, as he stepped up his pace, fucking her with even greater fervor than before.
"Oh, I want you, I want you," she sighed.
His fingers dug into her ass cheeks deeper and more firmly than before. His surging prick was plunging at a greater speed than before, driving thrusts of need into her aroused snatch.
"I'm about to shoot," she gasped.
"So am I," he sighed.
He delivered one more fusillade of energy into her cunt and released one hand from a buttocks cheek, letting it circle her right thigh eagerly. I watched closely, pumping on my rod all the while, as the hot white juice shot out of the end of his rod and into her snatch.
"Oh, you're there," she shouted triumphantly, "you're in me, all of you, it feels so good, oh, it's so great, what a fuck, what a fuck."
"Yes you are," he winked.
"I'm glad we're such a friendly family," she laughed.
They lay in each other's arms for the next few minutes, exchanging a few light lip kisses, making a transition from their torrid act of a short time earlier.
"I want your cock," she whispered.
"You just had it."
"Right, in my pussy. This time I want it in my mouth. I wanna taste every luscious drop."
"You're too horney to believe," he patted her ass gently, then let his fingers play with her voluptuous breasts. "I love you, I really do. Well, if you can give me as good a blow job as you did Scott in the car, then I've got nothing to worry about."
"Baby, when I have sex it's never halfheartedly. You'll get a hose job like you couldn't believe."
"I'll bet I will."
Mom pushed her body upward until she was sitting on her ass. Her fingers toyed with his prick slowly, her movements gradual but fully attentive as she slowly nursed him back up to full strength. It didn't take much to get his cock up to the same heights it enjoyed before he had exploded dramatically in her snatch.
He kissed her on the lips, then sent his searing tongue inside her mouth. Their tongues locked for the next few seconds as their hot bodies converged, with tits locking against chest. Their faces were both reddening with animalistic desire. Their bodies began trembling ever so slightly with the anticipation of what lay ahead.
Mom finally broke their dramatic kiss, reaching down for his cock, which she grabbed and fondled passionately as the waves of sweeping passion unfurled within him.
His cock was growing more restless with every succeeding finger stroke. At the same time you could see from the look of anxiety in her face that she was on the verge of something electric. Mom finally made her big move, letting her head drop and her hair fall as her tongue made contact with his big dick. She engulfed his cock with a restless passion, sighing and closing her eyes as she sucked, moving her head up and down with consummate desire.
I watched his cock slide in and out of her mouth to the tip with mounting passion. My fingers were soon back at a familiar station, running up and down the base of my prick with sweeping movements.
Mom kept her face pressed tightly against him, his cock totally submerged in her, all the way to her throat. He was gasping and moaning as the orgasm continued to build rapidly in his trembling loins. Larry caressed her hair and moaned erotically as the level of her sucking continued to rapidly build. "Suck, suck, suck," he chanted softly, getting ready for the big explosion that would soon follow.
Her fingers reached down and played with his nuts as she put him through the finishing stages of their suck. Now he was only seconds away from orgasm. You could tell from the way his body was trembling and his sighs growing louder.
He released one final gasp and the jutting stream of juice eased out of the end of his prick and into her mouth. Now her eyes were open as she received him and his eyes closed as he sighed lengthily. Then everything was suddenly still.
"You taste good," Mom whispered. Then she looked over at me. By that time I had stopped jacking off, but my cock was every bit as firm as it had been while I was doing it. In short, it was ready for action with her. "My but that's promising looking meat between those legs of yours. It looks delicious."
"Yeah, but this time I wanna ram it into your snatch."
"I won't argue. Come here, baby, and let's get started."
"By all means."
Larry, who needed a good rest by that time anyway, got up from the bed and sprawled out on a chair, where he could watch the action. Now the spotlight was back on me, just as it had been while we were in the car and she was sucking me off.
Mom settled back in the middle of the bed. Her legs were parted wide and her hand was between them, her middle two fingers buried deeply in the soft moss of her vagina.
"This pussy of mine's just itching for some more action, baby," she winked as I lowered my body into the bed.
"As you can see, my cock's ready for action as well."
"Groovy. Then let's get together."
She removed her fingers from her pussy and let me slip mine inside. My fingers felt good running smoothly over the warm moistness of her aroused snatch.
"Ah, you're good at massaging, honey, keep it up," she sighed.
My throat constricted and my body generated itself with a surging need to make love to her orally. For the time being I was willing to postpone shooting my gun off inside her to sample her exquisite taste.
As one hand continued sending thrills through her by massaging her aroused vagina my other hand circled her tits. She was lying very still, looking up at me with desire.
Her heart began to hammer pulsatingly and her pulse raced. Our hungry desires were merging. A hot tightness was lodged inside my throat, the kind of heat that would know no satisfaction until my tongue was pressed inside her womanhood.
My face went limp, dropping ever so slowly as I began picking up the scent of her femaleness. My eyes were fixed hypnotically on her hot pussy as my head kept dropping and dropping, until my tongue was resting just above her moist womanhood.
"I want you," I bellowed.
"Take me, I'm all yours," she assured me.
"I will. Oh, I will."
I bowed between her legs, grabbing hold of them and clinging to them securely as my tongue flicked inside her cunt. Her thighs began to convulse as my tongue made its way sweepingly around every crevice of her hot moist snatch.
My tongue explored her red moistness with a blazing passion. I was eager to taste her once again, just as I had the other night, to swallow her delicious womanly liquids.
With a guttural snarl I stepped up my vigorous pace, rolling my tongue against her hot cunt lips. Back and forth the movements continued, building adventurously as I pushed her closer to ultimate satisfaction.
My mouth had fitted perfectly into her pussy lips, and was swirling rapidly, filling her with sensation.
"Oh, I can't hold out anymore," she finally gasped. "That's it, keep it up, suck me to completion. That's it, ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh, beeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaauuuutifuuulllllllllll."
Her juices enveloped me. I savored every delightful drop.
"You're great," I winked.
"You really know how to please a girl."
"How about this," I held my cock out in my fingers. "I'll bet this would bring you some more kicks."
"Would it ever."
She went to work playing with it, stroking it slowly and carefully with her fingers. The longer she stroked, naturally, the more excited I grew, until my heart was pounding helplessly and I was demanding immediate release.
"I'll take over now, baby," I said determinedly, grabbing my cock from out of her hand.
"Take it, baby, it's your show."
With speedy abandon I inserted my hot penis inside her vagina. She let out a happy sigh of joy when I entered.
"Stab me good and hard," she requested.
I pushed a finger up her asshole, watching her squirm, then plunged my hot cock forward, driving myself at a smooth yet fast clip as she let out gasp after gasp.
My hot penis continued thundering forth like a torpedo. Its goal was singular-to explode inside Mom's moist mound. Sweat poured down both sides of my face and a tenseness began to envelope me as I pushed onward toward completion of the act. The tenseness related to the anxiety I felt as I drew near to explosion.
"I want you, I want you," she gasped.
Back and forth I drove myself eagerly, pushing for all I was worth, gasping and spasming. I slapped her across the ass with my open hand several times, just to feel additional contact with her. As her breathing grew heavier my heart pounded more rapidly than before. I wanted to go off in her in the worst way, and now that I was nearing the brink, nearing the peak of ecstasy, I was literally on fire with desire.
"Screw me, screw me," she sighed.
"Here it comes, baby," I gasped.
"Oh, fill me with your desires," she begged.
"This is it" I clutched her breasts firmly and let out a huge sigh as the juice spilled from me. She matched my sigh with one of her own as our beautiful act came to a sudden end.
"You two did a smashing job of it," Larry laughed.
"Now I'm really tired," I admitted.
"You've been using that cock of yours like a rifle, so it's no wonder," Mom laughed. "But with a little rest you'll be ready for more."
"Oh yeah, I could go again right away if I really pushed it."
"No doubt you could," Mom laughed, "but why push it? We've all got plenty of time."
"Yeah, and on top of that I got horney all over again watching you two sex maniacs make it."
"I'll bet you did, doll," Mom looked at his hard dick and grinned joyously. "Come on over here and let's have ourselves a little fun."
"I'm all for fun, particularly when my cock's involved."
"And that's the most rewarding fun of all," Mom laughed.
CHAPTER SIX
I awakened early the next morning with a finger shoving up my asshole. Naturally it startled me, and when I looked up and saw Mom grinning at me, I got instantly turned on.
My hot cock sprang forth in all its hard glory, ready for more fucking after a few hours of sleep.
"You're already set for action," I said.
"Of course I am. Come on, sleepyhead. Let's get going."
Over on the other side of the bed there was a horney looking Larry jerking up and down on his prick. It was standing nice and tall, ready for more activity.
My hands caressed the inside of her calves and ran on up until I was stroking the insides of her thighs. Once I got the finger action started her breathing became rapid. Every now and then she would let out an erotic moan to the accompaniment of my movements. Meanwhile Larry continued jacking off, watching our every movement.
I pulled Mom to me and pressed my body against her, locking my legs around hers as my lips plunged dramatically against hers. They met several times, then I let my tongue enter her mouth. Our tongues splashed in unmitigated bliss.
"You've got the hottest lips in town," she gasped.
"When I'm around you they are," I shot back.
She slid downward, lying on her back, stretching her legs widely and tantalizingly, letting me know what lay ahead. I watched her fingers go to work on the lips of her vagina. She pulled it open widely, giving me a good view of what was going on. The glistening red walls of her cunt were clearly visible to me. She began gyrating slowly, flipping her hips and ass sexily as I continued staring at that juicy cunt, which was moistening. There was something on the order of a purr coming from her and the longer I watched her the more deliciously aroused I became. Her fingers toyed with her clitoris as she teased me to the maximum limits of my sensuality.
She spread her legs some more and I observed closely the beautiful sight beneath me, the warm and willing pussy, now moist, waiting beneath a tuft of hair.
"Ram it in me, I want that hard cock," she gasped.
My heart pounded and I sucked in her delicious beauty one more time. I heaved a long sigh, then thrust forward, letting my hard prick enter her cunt. I rammed it in as deeply as it would go, listening to a little grunt she emitted under the onslaught of my cock.
I fucked her with wild abandon, flinging my cock in and out, letting the delicious passion passing between us continue to build. Her legs were flailing right and left under the steady pressure of my searing cock, which continued probing back and forth, filling her with sensation, driving both of us to delirious depths of enjoyment.
My balls slapped back and forth and her body quivered from the naked white heat of our act as I continued screwing, driving my prick at top speed, determined to give her the best fuck she had ever received.
She met every one of my brutal thrusts by pushing back, determined to get every conceivable inch of me inside her. Her fingernails dug into me deeply as my body rocked back and forth. I was thoroughly dominating her in the way that she sought to be dominated by a man.
I gritted my teeth and fucked even faster. No sooner would I conclude that I was going to it at top speed than I'd exceed my previous best. Mom was that way. She was the type who could make you constantly exceed yourself. Those fingernails kept digging in at my back. Yes, they hurt, but instead of turning me off they actually spurred me on all the more. It made the whole act seem that much more wicked, in a stimulating sexual way, that is.
"I'm your woman, fuck me," she cried out.
I ran my hot fingers around her tits and rocked back and forth, driving my hot body savagely, sending every inch of my wicked shaft into her flaming box. We were two uninhibited people literally out of our minds with naked desires.
An itchiness came over me between the legs. It extended from the tip of my prick all the way to my balls. It was the itchiness of pre-orgasm anticipation, and I was planning on riding the crest of that magnificent wave all the way to ultimate satisfaction.
I leaned forward and found the inside of her mouth with my tongue. I wanted my tongue locked inside hers when I finally exploded. All it took was a little contact with her tongue and my searing passions exploded with gushing excitement. The semen spurted profusely out of my prick and into her flaming cunt.
"Ah, so good, that feels so good," she sighed.
"It should," I said hoarsely, "that's my biggest cum ever."
"Looks like it," Larry laughed. He was standing right behind me with his hands on his hips and a look of impatience on his face. The look of impatience stemmed from the heat between his legs. His cock was ready to tie into something fast.
"You're looking anxious," I quipped.
"Why in hell shouldn't I be?
"My cunt's gonna get some more action fast," Mom laughed.
"How's about me giving your ass a little attention."
"A pecker up the ass. It sounds absolutely fascinating."
"Then let's get the action started."
"Hammer me, honey," Mom cried passionately. "Use that hot pecker lake a ramrod. Give me some thrills."
I got up from the bed and he moved in swiftly to take my place, running his fingers briskly around Mom's ass cheeks. His tongue plunged downward toward her pussy, which he licked voraciously, hoping to bring out some juice.
Her fingers began working on his back and she cried out ecstatically as he sucked her. She fired her hot ass back and forth under the impetus of his stimulating movements.
"Give me your wildest suck," she begged.
That's exactly what she got as his tongue became a perpetual whirlpool of oral lust as it covered every crevice of her hot red snatch. He nibbled on her clit for a few strokes, which caused her to gasp and writhe, then he returned to his licking, causing her ass cheeks to rotate.
His tongue flicked back and forth three times in rapid succession. The third time proved the charm as the juice shot from her sensation-laden snatch and into his mouth. He eagerly sucked in every delightful dew drop from her pussy.
"Now that you've fed me a little lunch I feel more like shoving my meat into you," he patted her behind affectionately.
"Oh, I need you."
"I'm gonna brand that sweet ass of yours, but first I think I'll suck it a little."
"It would be greatly obliged."
"I'll bet it would," he nodded grinningly.
Larry picked up a pillow from the bed and placed it underneath Mom's ass. As he inserted it beneath her he ran his fingers around it, licking his lips suggestively.
She spread her legs widely, giving him plenty of room. Her well shaped anus made a beautiful sight as I sat on a chair nearby, ready to watch what had to be a colossal sex spectacle. Anytime that my older brother got involved in a fuck it had to be well worth watching.
He pushed his tongue forward and let it ease slowly inside her ass. She let out a happy sigh as he made his first penetration. It flipped its way around with vigorous authority, picking up the tempo gradually, proceeding step by step, not rushing, not moving too slowly, pushing ahead.
Her body convulsed and her ass pushed back and forth under the stimulus of his movements. Mom had a pleasant smile on her face, enjoying the happy sensations she was experiencing.
Larry sucked her ass out with convincing thoroughness, until she was begging him to get on to the next part of the act. He was more than willing to release his position and get into the ass fuck he had been long anticipating. He took his fingers and firmly parted her legs, pinching her ass cheeks a few times playfully as a prelude to his opening thrust.
"Here goes, doll," he said.
Her ass was still perched up on the pillow, which gave him an easier angle from which to insert his penis. He pushed forward and let out a grunt, letting his big dick make initial contact with her lovely white ass. The second it entered her she let out an erotic sigh, her legs convulsing in reaction.
He wasn't attempting to enter her all the way with his first few strokes, in which he pushed more and more of his flaming prick inside her. He wanted to make it last, to experience thrills over a prolonged period of time before getting his rocks off.
Larry cupped his fingers tightly around the pliable skin of her ass cheeks. That way she was barely able to move her ass at all. His prick torpedoed back and forth, filling her with erogenous pleasures. Every now and then she would cry out a message to him, but most of the time she just laid back and enjoyed the action.
As his face began to redden and sweat began surfacing on his forehead, Larry started to accelerate his fucking pace. Gradually he would push more and more of his prick into her, until it was all there, like a dagger thrust tightly into its target. The big dick engulfed her, pushed into her tight asshole as far as it would go.
"Oh, fuck me," she gasped, begging for more, anticipating the juice stream that would eventually come gushing out of the end of his dick.
He kept those fingers dug tightly into her ass cheeks as his hard prick continued thrusting back and forth, increasing the level of thrills that both of them felt. Now Mom was literally at wit's end with excitement, her body trembling as she puffed with excitement, eagerly awaiting his final big push toward orgasm.
Larry slapped her ass a few times, then rared back, shoving ahead with his hot dagger, delivering a pulsating series of sensations to her hot ass, which left her stunned and writhing.
"Oh, I want you so much," she said softly, "fuck me, my dear, make me your baby."
He slapped her again, then buried his hot dick even deeper inside her tight ass. The tip of his prick forged its way deep into her like a burning poker. It must have felt to her like there was fire on the end of it. Actually there was, the kind of fire that only a hot man can provide when he's shoving his prick into a woman's ass or cunt.
His prick continued devouring her with decisive racing stabs as he pushed his way ever closer to orgasm. She gasped and puffed and cried out with a sense of need as he continued manipulating his spear back and forth.
"Hang on, baby, cause I'm gonna give it to you," he promised, gasping and grunting as he forged forward once more, drilling the inside of her aroused anus.
"Oh, drill me, please do, I want it, I want you," she exclaimed.
He pushed forward one more time. From the look of determination on his face I was certain that this would be his last big push. I watched his inflated pecker disappear inside her ass. He held it securely in place this time, moving his body back and forth slightly as he concentrated on holding his fuck until he shot.
"Oh, this is too much," Mom whimpered passionately, "shoot that trigger off in me. I can't take anymore."
"Neither can I," he quickly exclaimed.
No sooner were those words out of his mouth than he let out a huge sigh, clasped his fingers around her buttocks cheeks tightly, and filled her hot ass with a plentiful amount of juice.
"I guess I really juiced you this time," he laughed pridefully when it was all over.
"I guess you did," she laughed back, planting a thank you kiss squarely on his lips.
You know, we kept that screw going until early in the afternoon. Mom was incredible the way that she desired to be fucked. You just couldn't completely satisfy no matter how many times or how many ways you tried. She'd always wind up desiring more.
One time she would blow me, then let Larry screw her in the cunt, then reverse the order. Occasionally she'd want her pussy sucked, which both of us were more than happy to do for her. But as far as giving her enough fucking was concerned, there didn't seem to be any conceivable way that you could do that.
By the time we shoved off in the afternoon Larry and I were completely bushed, literally drained dry. No sooner did we get home than we both took long naps. When we awakened just before dinner in the evening we were both so damned stiff that we could hardly walk.
"I feel like I've had to hold off the Notre Dame line all by myself for a whole game," I shook my head wearily.
"I know what you mean," Larry nodded. "I feel the same way."
We devoured everything in sight at the dinner table, particularly the steak and potatoes, desperately trying to put back into our systems all that had been taken out.
By the time we headed for school the next morning we were all set to screw again. Some rest plus plenty of food had put us back into the pink. The whole day I kept thinking back to the beautiful memories of the past weekend, starting with beautiful Angel and running all the way to captivating Mom, who literally drained us dry.
I got home a little after four that afternoon. I found Mom sitting in the living room nursing a martini. She had a scowl on her face.
"Hi, Mom," I greeted her.
"Guess what happened?" she looked at me soberly.
"What?"
"I just got a call about an hour ago from your father."
"No kidding. What'd he have to say?"
"He's coming here to visit."
"Really? When?"
"This weekend. He's going to a publisher's convention in New York ten days from now, so he got the bright idea of stopping off here and enlightening us with his presence before he goes to New York. Isn't that swell of him?"
"So how long will he be staying?"
"Four, five days probably. He's got a suite at the Hilton in town. No doubt all the hundred dollar a night call girls in that area will be kept on twenty-four hour a day call."
Mom was in one of her rare mean drinking moods. Usually the liquor released the inhibitions in her and made her cheerful. But now she was somber and sarcastic. I didn't want to say anything to make her any worse. Talking about Dad was always something of a sore point with her anyway.
"Then he won't be staying with us," I surmised.
"I guess not," she laughed. "He knows better than that."
The rest of the week passed rather quickly. Larry was having some key exams at school, so he couldn't afford the time to engage in sexy action with broads he knew, and I didn't try to push any action of my own, since the last weekend had been such a big one. I was willing to bide my time for awhile. I was looking forward to seeing Dad again. After all these years I didn't know him very well and hadn't seen him that many times. Larry knew him better than I did since he was older and remembered the early days clearer. When he found out about Dad coming all he would say to me was: "Just you wait. We'll have a ball. He'll see to that."
On Friday at breakfast Mom announced: "I'm going away this weekend. I've got some business I've got to take care of. I don't wanna divulge anything about it. I'll be back the first part of the week."
She wasn't fooling us anymore than she was herself. We knew that she just didn't wanna be around when Dad arrived on the six o'clock plane that evening.
"I wonder who she's going away with," Larry winked as we walked out to our cars after breakfast.
"You really think?"
"Hell yes. Matter of fact, if we slip around here early in the afternoon I'll bet we find out the whole score."
"You really think so?"
"Hell yes. My last test's over at one, then I'm coming home. I'll bet I find out a lot at our little private way station."
I didn't say anymore, but Larry's words remained in my mind for the rest of the day. I just had two classes in the afternoon, and one of them was a snap course that I had perfect attendance in and was sliding through with an easy A. I thought about cutting out and going home, sneaking into the house and seeing what there was to see.
At lunch I made up my mind to take the risk. A little after one I got into my car and drove home, making sure I parked on the street out of view. I spotted Larry's car parked near mine. I then snuck stealthily around to the back, opening the back door quietly with my key. It seemed so crazy to be playing detective at your own house that I almost burst into laughter several times.
I crept up the stairs toward the attic. Larry was staring fixedly downward as I made my arrival.
"You got here just in time," he asserted, barely even looking my way, his eyes securely riveted on Mom's bedroom below.
"What's up?"
"See for yourself."
I slid my body down on the floor next to his and looked through our spying panel. Mom was slipping clothes into an attache case while a tall Negro sat on the edge of her bed smoking a cigarette. His hair was in a natural and he wore brown sport slacks and a tight-fitting black turtleneck. White love beads dangled around his neck.
"You don't need to put too much in there," he grinned. "We're only goin' to Milwaukee."
She finished packing. Her eyes dropped suddenly down to his crotch. He was good and hard between his legs, just like she always wanted to see a man. At least any man that she happened to be interested in.
"You look excited."
"I'm always excited, baby, especially when I'm around you." He took one last reflective drag on his cigarette, which he snuffed out in a nearby ash tray.
"You know, I didn't like the idea of waiting till we got to Milwaukee to have a little action anyway," her lips curled in an erotic little smile. Now she was turned on. It appeared that it had been worth it to ditch two afternoon classes.
"Me neither. We don't have to live like monks or something."
"No we don't.
She walked casually toward him, her hips wiggling suggestively. Her eyes remained firmly fixed on his hot dong.
The big Negro was playing it cool, grinning broadly, his legs spread comfortably, knowing that the mammoth presence between his two slim legs was exciting her. He shifted slightly, giving her an even better view of the sizeable erection tucked underneath his trousers.
Slowly but surely Mom narrowed the distance between them. Finally, when she was standing right next to him, she looked squarely into his eyes. The eyes mushroomed as the intensity mounted inside her sexy, power-packed body.
"We're here all alone, baby, so let's make the most of our opportunity," Mom said softly.
"That's what she thinks," Larry looked at me and winked. I had to battle hard to suppress the laughter that wanted to explode within me.
Mom lowered her head slightly and pressed her lips against the Negro's. His body tensed suddenly as he threw his arms around her and squarely met her decisive lip thrust.
"Lemme undress you," he said calmly, reaching behind her and undoing her blouse. She melted like putty in his fingers, enjoying the attention she received.
He undressed her slowly, running his fingers over smooth crevices of her white flesh, particularly around her tits and ass, as he continued removing her clothing.
The act of undressing was too much to keep my cock calm. I unzipped my trousers and let my fingers travel with urgency up and down my hot cock. Mom's body was always certain to turn me on. When he pulled her panties off, the last stage of the act, he reached down and played with her cunt, arousing it with his long fingers.
Mom then insisted on undressing him. He stood up, which made things easier for her. The first thing Mom did was to unzip his pants and yank out his long prick.
"Damned but he's big," I whispered.
"He sure is," Larry nodded. "That's the same dude I saw her screwing with that first time."
"Then she's been going with him for quite awhile."
"Yeah, well he's obviously got plenty to turn her on."
"That he does."
I've got a huge cock myself, but it couldn't have been any bigger than this guy's, if as big. From the big smile that spread across his face you just knew that he was proud of every inch he had to offer to willing females like Mom.
She stroked his tongue briefly and licked the tip a few times, then finished the act of undressing him. By the time he stepped out of his briefs they were both smoldering with desire. He pressed his body squarely against hers and their lips met. Mom closed her eyes and melted into his kiss. She offered her mouth, which he quickly accepted. Their tongues swirled blazingly as they turned each other on some more.
The Negro withdrew his tongue from Mom's mouth, easing her body slowly and gently downward into the bed. By then Larry and I were both pumping on our dicks.
He pulled her tight against him until she was astraddle his thighs, facing him. She worked her thighs wider until her hot pussy lay fully exposed to him.
"That's mighty gorgeous scenery," he purred.
"You can use it for more than scenery," Mom swooned.
"That's mighty generous of you."
She pressed her body forward, up against his huge hard-on. A contented look flashed from her, which quickly changed to one of naked arousal, as she worked her fingers against the immense shaft.
"What a tool," she gasped.
"It's all yours, every precious inch."
"I'm gratified."
Their bodies locked once more, then their tongues.
"That mouth of yours is as sweet as molasses," he grinned.
"Right on," she winked.
"You gonna eat my prick?"
"What do you think?"
Once more her fingers were playing with it, enjoying its enormity as she stroked it.
They kissed again. Then the Negro pushed her on her back, assuming topside position as he looked at her.
"That pussy hair's just like silk, honey," he exclaimed, running his fingers softly around her mound.
She reached up and grabbed his hot long prick, fingering it and looking at it closely, like a scientist would ponder a new discovery.
"This thing's got a pulse all its own," Mom laughed as she stroked his prick.
"You like that, huh?"
"Do I ever. Cocks and I get along beautifully, particularly big ones."
"Tell me more."
"I'm not so much for telling as I am showing."
"That's better yet," he nodded.
He ran a hand down Mom's narrow waist to her flat belly. Then he played with her cunt for a few minutes while her body swayed in passionate accompaniment. She enjoyed his every fervent movement.
"How about a little sixty-nine action?" he asked grinningly.
"My favorite number."
He got down beside her. She was stationed directly across from his big dick, he from her fiery cunt.
This black guy really knew the score when it came to turning her on step by step, biding his time while he literally drove her out of her mind with desire. He started out by licking her nipples. I could tell from the way she trembled that the tongue movements were sending shivers of sensation through her. Mom wet a fingertip and rotated it on the sensitive underside of his cock.
The Negro's finger slipped inside her cunt in an exploratory gesture. He quickly discovered that she was warm and ready, wet and willing. The finger kept probing until it found her clitoris, which he stimulated with a gentle touch.
"Looks like we're both ready," he laughed.
"All set," she nodded vigorously.
As they rested on their sides, Mom opened her thighs, watching as he moved his tongue in between them, settling on his target of the moment, her wet mound.
She let out a whimper as his tongue made contact with her cunt. It aroused her to the point where she desperately desired contact with his bulging penis. Her fingers reached out and she clutched the huge ebony tool, stroking it like it was a precious jewel. Then she slipped it into her mouth, taking in just a little bit of it in the beginning, devoting special attention to its tip.
They worked into beautiful inner-chemistry rapidly, with his tongue working its way around her pussy lips and her tongue moving up and down on his hot pecker.
Sensations continued to flare as he went to work speedily on her swollen clitoris and she began taking in more of his massive tool. Their bodies spasmed under the sensations they were providing each other.
She sucked his cock spiritedly, tightening her mouth on it and plunging its mammoth head forward and back, slowly, thrilling to his muffled gasps of pleasure as her legs trembled from the hot waves of desire he sent through her hot mound with his sucks.
Mom began sputtering and her legs started trembling more noticeably as she drew near climax. It appeared that she would climax before her sexy black partner.
I watched him gobble her pussy juice, beating my meat all the harder as the moment of truth arrived.
The orgasm, though she thoroughly enjoyed it, didn't impede her from desiring his cock any less. She continued running her hot tongue up and down its shiny base as he sputtered more noticeably, his body quivering as she drew him ever nearer the moment of impact. Mom reached down and tickled his already aroused balls as she continued sucking, determined to keep things excited on all fronts until he shot.
"Here it is, bbbbbbaaaaaabbbbbbyyyyyy," he gasped, removing his tongue from her cunt as his legs swayed.
I watched with eagerness, stroking my dong for all I was worth, as the hot jets of semen spurted from his cock.
"That guy really let loose a flood," Larry gasped, continuing to stroke his hard dong with his fingers.
Mom was ready for the flood, gasping and sputtering, doing all that she could to catch every delicious drop. As she caught the last one I let out a sigh and the jism spurted out of the end of my cock. Seconds later the same thing happened to Larry. Now everybody had gone off!
"You see, now we're both so sweaty we're gonna have to take a shower," Mom grinned.
"Together I hope," the Negro smiled.
"Is there any other way?"
"With us I guess not."
He caressed her buttocks cheeks and kissed her lips. Then he lifted his long frame from the bed, giving Mom his hand and pulling her upward. They strolled hand-in-hand into the bathroom. I heard the water go in, then playful chuckles and laughs, the kind you hear from little children when they're playing.
"Damn it, we can't spy on them when they're in there," Larry shook his head exasperatedly.
"Well, you can't have everything," I shrugged, trying to be philosophical. "We did get quite a free show."
"That we did. So they're going to Milwaukee. I'll bet they never make it outside their hotel room."
"No way. With what they've got going inside it they don't need to."
"Damned right."
"Well, little brother, I guess we'd better get the hell on out of here. If we leave while they're goosing each other in that shower then they'll never be able to hear us."
"I suppose you're right."
"I'll buy you a few beers."
"Very good."
We sat around a beer bar not far from where we lived for the next few hours, killing time before Dad's plane came in. As the time drew nearer for us to leave for the airport I started feeling nervous about meeting Dad. After all, he was kind of like a stranger to me, even though a celebrated one that I'd heard a lot about.
"Wait till you meet Dad," Larry shook his head and laughed. "You'll really have a blast with him."
"What kind of a blast?" I asked.
"Look, I'll say nothing more. Just wait and see. I'll just assure you of one thing. You'll never be bored."
"If you say so."
From what I had heard about him I didn't expect to be bored. I heard a lot of derogatory things about him from Mom, but never that he was boring. He sounded like an active cocksman of the first magnitude, and I wondered how we'd be spending the weekend with him around.
"I wonder how many times that black guy'll get that pecker off with Mom tonight," Larry laughed. The beer was loosening him up quite a bit.
"Since I'm no mathematician I couldn't say."
"That's a good one," he laughed. "I guess a person would need a slide rule to figure that one out. You know, it's a funny thing about Mom and Dad always badmouthing each other."
"What's so funny about it?"
"Well, they're always criticizing each other, but the truth is they're so much alike you can hardly tell them apart, except that one's got an itchy cock and the other a hot cunt. That's just about the only difference. Wait and you'll see."
CHAPTER SEVEN
We waited in the lobby at O'Hare Field for Dad to arrive. At first there was an announcement on the loudspeaker that the plane from Los Angeles, the one that Dad was on, would be delayed for half an hour.
"Just our luck," I shook my head.
"Oh well, let's have ourselves something to drink."
We had several drinks in one of the many bars at the airport, eyeing the good looking stewardesses as they walked by, taking our time sipping until a second announcement came over the loudspeaker. This one informed us that the plane Dad was on would be landing in ten minutes.
"Let's drink up and get over there," Larry suggested.
We gulped down our drinks and returned to the lobby, awaiting his arrival. A third announcement informed us that the plane was circling the field, preparing to land. A few minutes later a mass of humanity descended on the open door leading from the lobby to the runway. The passengers were met by friends and relatives. Kisses and handshakes were exchanged. All the while we were staring fixedly toward the door, awaiting Dad's arrival.
"Could we have missed him?" I asked Larry.
"Naw, I've been looking real close. My eyes have been glued. He just hasn't come out, that's all."
"Do you suppose maybe he didn't take this plane or something?"
"No, I think he would've notified us. He's pretty reliable."
"Maybe he did, and Mom took the message."
"Naw, she'd have let us know. She'd at least have left a note behind."
"Then where in hell is he?"
"He's just got to be somewhere around here."
Just as the words were out of Larry's mouth I spotted a couple of groovy looking stewardesses, a blonde and a redhead, come walking through the door. There was a man standing between them, dressed in a white shirt open at the collar, blue sport slacks with white belt, and black boots. He had a light blue sport jacket flung over his arm as he walked with the stewardesses, his eyes dancing with enchantment, a smile on his tanned handsome face.
"There he is!" Larry pointed excitedly toward the man walking with the stewardesses.
"That's him?"
"That's Dad."
"I'll be damned. I would never have known him. He sure looks like the young swinger."
"He is," Larry nodded. "Like I said, he and Mom are so much alike it just isn't funny. I guess that's why they don't like each other anymore. They found they were getting in each other's way."
Now he was leaning over a fence railing, gesturing with his hands animatedly as the girls laughed. He was apparently entertaining them with a story as they stood there aglow with interest. "Well, shouldn't we go over there and introduce ourselves?" I said.
"No, this wouldn't be the right time," Larry shook his head vigorously. "When he's trying to get acquainted with a couple sharp chicks he doesn't like to be surprised."
"Not even by his own sons?"
"If I know him, especially not by his own sons. He probably figures we'd try and take the play away from him."
"The girls look cute enough to where I'd be tempted."
"Sure, and he's plenty shrewd enough to know that."
We stood and watched the conversation end as he waved to the girls and watched them walk off. When the blonde turned to saunter away he reached out and patted her on the ass. She looked at him and burst into laughter, throwing him a quick kiss. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pen and a piece of paper, scribbling something down on the paper, then slipping it back into his pocket.
"Let's go," Larry motioned, leading the way across the room toward him.
His eyes met Larry's and they exchanged happy waves. Larry broke into a sprint, throwing his hand out and pumping Dad's hand vigorously. I was a quick step behind, pumping Dad's hand right after Larry had released his.
"My God, I don't believe it," he gasped when he looked at me. "I still remember when you were a little guy. I hope you stay on my side. I wouldn't wanna tangle with you."
His remarks touched off laughter.
"You're looking good," Larry said after the laughter died.
"So are you guys. By the way, did you have to spend much time waiting around for me? I know the plane got in late."
"No, no problem at all," Larry assured.
"Good. For a while there I was worried when I didn't see you."
"We spotted you, but we noticed you were... shall we say occupied?" Larry grinned.
"I guess I was," Dad laughed, slapping Larry across the back. "You know, I met those chicks at a party in Newport Beach just last month. I was with this stacked little brunette who does a lot of modeling for our magazine so I didn't get much of a chance to get acquainted with Maxine and Carol, the girls you saw me talking with. You wouldn't believe how jealous this brunette could get. She's kind of like your mother, if you know what I mean, and on top of that I was all set to score that night over at her pad. Well, it just so happened that I flew the same plane with them today. Since the brunette wasn't with me I had a lot better chance to get acquainted. They share a pad in Newport Beach and gave me their address and phone. I'll look 'em up first thing I'm in town. It's too bad you guys didn't come on over. I'd have been happy to introduce you."
"We didn't wanna cut in on any of your action," Larry explained.
"Very decent of you," he burst into raucous laughter, "very decent. But with my two boys, my own flesh and blood, I wouldn't feel that way. Hell, first time you're out my way I'll be glad to introduce you to them."
"Then what are we waiting for?" I grinned.
"Well, they're heading to New York from here," Dad pointed out. "So how's your mother?"
"She had to go away this weekend."
"I figured she'd do something like that," he nodded solemnly. "I'm sure it was urgent business."
"I don't know," Larry said. "She just said that she had to go away."
"I'll bet she did," he grinned. "Well, let's not spend anymore time talking about her. I wanna hear all about how you guys are doing when you're driving me to my hotel. Let's see, you know I'm staying at the Hilton, don't you?"
"Yes," Larry said.
"Good. Well let's not waste any time just standing here. Let's go over and pick up my baggage."
On the ride though the crowded early evening traffic to the Conrad Hilton Hotel, Dad asked us all about what we were doing. He was anxious to find out about my football playing, and where I was thinking of going to college, along with how Larry was faring at Northwestern.
He had the unmistakable scent of bourbon on his breath, which told us that he'd had plenty to drink aboard the plane. No doubt he shared a lot of illuminating conversation with the two stewardesses along the way.
I couldn't help but like him. He had a stimulating sense of humor, along with a sparkling overall personality that really projected itself through conversation. It was easy to see that he'd be just the kind of guy who would fare well with the ladies. It was hard for me to believe that he was forty-five, what with his youthful demeanor and his sparkling eyes. He carried himself more like twenty-five. In that respect he was also identical to Mom. She carried herself like a very young woman and he carried himself like a very young man, yet they both possessed enough experience from having been around awhile to avoid the pitfalls that often befall the young.
Dad had a fantastic suite at the Hilton, along with a breathtaking view of the city. After changing into something more formal for evening wear, he took us to the hotel restaurant for dinner.
"It's great to come back and find two young men," he said as we ordered dinner. "Now the old man can cut loose and talk about the birds and the bees to his sons without any fears. And speaking of the birds and the bees and things like that, feast your eyes on the two honeys just walking in."
Larry and I turned our heads simultaneously. As we eyed the two beauties, one a stunning blonde, the other a knockout of a brunette, we looked at each other and gasped. We knew one of the duo. It was none other than our friend Angel, the girl with whom I had become so intimate the other night.
"Not bad, huh?" Dad smiled.
"It's Angel," Larry said to me.
"What, you know them?" Dad's eyes widened with interest.
"We know one of them," I said.
"Well call 'em over. Any friends of my boys oughta be friends of mine," he burst into vibrant laughter. "Hell, I'll treat 'em to dinner, drinks, the whole works."
"I'll invite them," Larry got up and walked over to the other side of the room, where they were getting ready to sit down at a table.
Dad and I watched as Larry approached his inviting target. At first Angel looked at him astonishedly. Then she introduced him to her friend, who was just about as appealing as Angel. She was a striking blue-eyed blonde with shimmeringly beautiful hair. About an inch taller than Angel, her body resembled Angel's closely, with the same long, trim legs and voluptuous breasts, of which Dad and I could see a great deal set off against her low cut dress.
"Hope he makes out," Dad said.
"Larry usually does."
I wondered momentarily, however, if he would make out this time. When Larry explained his intention they looked over our way. Angel gave me a courteous but rather distant wave when our eyes met. Larry spent a good minute or so talking to both of them, doing a lot of smiling, playing the role of Mr. Gracious. At long last they walked over to our table. We both rose to greet them.
Larry introduced Angel and her friend, whose name was Collette, to Dad, then introduced Collette to me. Angel seemed a little more at ease now that she had met Dad, but Collette seemed distant, saying little, looking at us strangely. I kept hoping she'd warm up as time went on, since my cock was throbbing violently with excitement. I wanted to give her a good ride.
"So what brings you girls over here?" I asked.
"Collette has her interior decorating office just down the street," Angel informed. "Maybe I'm a little prejudiced, since she's such a good friend of mine and all, but I'll still say it- she's the best interior decorator in all of Chicago."
The three of us smiled at Collette. The male members of the party, that is. She looked away, never cracking a smile. It would be a problem penetrating her inner wall.
Dad was sitting closest to Angel, with whom he kept exchanging grins, and I was closest to Collette. It was easy to see that Angel found Dad enchanting, and just as easy to discern that I wasn't getting anywhere with Collette.
The old man, always one to show class, ordered a magnum of champagne. All of us, with the exception of Collette, who barely touched any, proceeded to get drunk.
I could see from the way that Dad was looking at me that he pitied my ineffectually with Collette. He decided thereupon to break down her wall of reserve with soothing conversation.
"You know, Collette, I'm thinking of moving to a new office," he began. "I'm now in Hollywood but I'm seriously contemplating moving to Beverly Hills. It might give the old operation a little more prestige, if you know what I mean. If and when I do move I'm gonna need a top decorator, and since Angel recommended you so highly, I think maybe you'd be just the girl."
"My services don't run cheaply," she said frigidly.
"I wouldn't expect them to, my dear," Dad remained unruffled. "After all, the best is none to good as far as I'm concerned, and if you operate according to standards of excellence you have to pay more. That's understood. In fact, I'm the type of guy who often turns down a bid because it's too low. If they sell out cheaply it makes me suspicious. No, I'll pay the price."
"My scheduling demands are great within the city here," she remained every bit as cold as before. "I'd have to see if I could find the time to work you in."
"Well we'll both keep each other in mind," Dad grinned, still not giving up.
"Okay," she said dully.
We had dinner and drank some more champagne. Dad got so enchanted by Angel that he began reaching underneath the table and grabbing feels of her legs. His movements caused her to chuckle.
"You're a very nasty man," she laughed at one point.
"Not nasty, just fascinated by beauty."
"You're very charming."
"Girls like you bring out the best in me."
There was a brief pause. A few sips of champagne later I watched Dad reach underneath the table once more. This time he let his fingers travel slowly but surely inside her dress as he played with her snatch. She didn't object one bit. Once more there was laughter and a few guffaws from her.
"You are very persistent," Angel said.
"When I'm around a girl of your charms, I most certainly am. As persistent as they come."
"Your father's a real tiger," she winked at Larry, then at me.
"And we're just like him," I quipped.
"You don't have to tell me."
With that remark the four of us burst into laughter. Collette not only retained a deadpan look. A scowl began to surface on her face. She was going from bad to worse.
I was getting hornier by the minute watching Dad and Angel exchange sensuous stares, and almost shot the time that Dad explored the inner reaches of her vagina. It was doubly frustrating to have a perfectly beautiful hunk of woman so close yet so far when it came to unattainability. I'd look over toward her hopefully, a smile flashing, and she'd stare straight ahead. A few times she acknowledged my presence by giving me a strange glare, as if she thought I was crazy for looking at her in the first place.
For some reason or other she really became incensed when Dad reached under the table the second time. She straightened herself abruptly like a Prussian general, got up, and said coldly: "Excuse me. I need a breath of fresh air."
She headed for the ladies' room, a smirk filling her face. Collette was clearly angry about something, and I couldn't figure out what. Her behavior was something of a grave mystery. If she was that much of a prude I couldn't feature anybody like Angel, a swinger if there ever was one, associating with her. From the strange looks that were on Larry's and Dad's faces I got the definite impression that they were thinking the same thing.
"I'm very sorry for my friend's rude conduct," Angel said after she left the table. "I owe you an explanation."
"Not unless you want to," Dad tried to put her at ease.
"No, you're friends of mine and I owe it to you. You see, Collette and I are very good friends. We're lovers. Sure, I make it with girls now and then, but not nearly as much as I do boys. I dig men, but now and then, if I meet a girl I think is an absolute knockout, I'll go to bed with her, although usually she has to coax me. Well, with Collette neither one of us had to do any coaxing. I've gotta admit, that's one that turned me on right off. She has such beautiful skin, beautiful eyes, and a knockout of a figure."
"Listen, you don't have to sell us on her, honey," Dad grinned, "you've gotta sell her on us."
"So true," she nodded. "Anyway, we met one night at a party. You know, after the men we were with dropped us off at home we doubled back and met each other. We had a few drinks, went back to Collette's apartment, and fucked the rest of the night away. It was the first time I'd made it with a chick that many ways and that many times. Usually when I did make it it was a case of the other chick going down on me. With the way I'm built and all, they're always after me, and usually they'll take sex with me any way that they can get it. They're happy to slip their tongues between my legs and eat out my box, which is fine with me. So anyway we started going together regularly after that. I found out that Collette never did care much for men, and had done little screwing with them. Her natural preference was girls and she fell hard for me, not even bothering much with other girls after we started going together regularly. We hit it off beautifully in bed, and the big thing that we don't have in common is the way we feel about men. She can be awfully cold and rude, like she's being tonight, while I-needless to say-dig them in a big way. I know you guys wanna make it with us, and I can't blame you. I'm willing but the big problem is Collette."
"I've got an idea, something that I guess you could call a compromise," Dad said coolly.
"What's that?" Angel looked at him with keen interest.
"How would your girlfriend feel making it with you and having us watch? I don't know about my two boys here, but I just love watching two gorgeous gals make it."
"So do we," Larry said quickly. "We're normal too, you know,"
"Okay, okay," Dad laughed. "So I'd be more than happy to let you two girls use my suite upstairs. We'll just sit there and watch, and no doubt jack off."
"No doubt," Angel smiled.
"Now there are two reasons I'm suggesting this approach, Angel darling. The first is the obvious, the one that I just mentioned. I'm a hot guy and I wanna see you two gals go to it. The second is that Collette just might loosen up after she's been screwing with you right in front of us. It just might break down her entire line of reserve, to where she's willing to do it with us."
"It's a longshot," Angel shook her head. "I don't think, I really don't think that she'll go for it."
"You can tell her this also if you would. I'm willing to pay two hundred dollars for the privilege of watching you two go at it, even if nothing else happens."
"That's very generous of you," Angel's eyes lit up immediately. "I'll talk to her about it. The money might not mean a lot to her, but it sure would to me."
"Well, I'm good for it."
"I'm sure you are. Well listen, men, I guess I'd better talk to her in private about something like this. If we just blurt it out at her here at the table she's liable to get up and leave. I know her."
"Handle it anyway you want, honey," Dad said soothingly.
"Excuse me and I'll talk to her right now."
Angel got up and walked rapidly toward the ladies' room. As we watched her leave the table I said to Dad: "You're sure anxious to play the role of the voyeur, forking out a cool two hundred just to watch them fuck."
"My boy, my boy, the fun would only begin there," he laughed, looking at me like he thought I was terribly naive.
"I'm not sure I follow you," I said.
"I'm one step ahead of what you're talking about. Getting them involved in sex together would give us an opportunity to screw both of them."
"I'm not so sure about that at all," Larry said. "That blonde's acting awfully damned distant. I don't think she's gonna let us make it with her for anything."
"You guys are lacking in faith," Dad laughed, shaking his head. "I'm telling you that if you play your cards right we have nothing to fear. If that gorgeous blonde can be convinced to make it with her girlfriend with us in the same room, then we'll turn on the old charm a little, lessen her resistance, and screw her. I love a challenge, and that girl presents one. That's one of the reasons why I'm so determined to have her. Speaking of the girls, here they come right now. We'll get our answer maybe."
Collette was wearing a wary expression as she sat down slowly at the table. Angel looked pensive. I was afraid that they were going to refuse us, and was fervently hoping that I was wrong.
"We'll go along with your little game, provided that there's no additional monkey shine," Collette said coldly, looking at Dad. "Is that understood, sir?"
"Whatever you say," he smiled. "Now shall we have an after dinner drink before getting on our way?"
"That would be nice," Angel smiled.
I kept staring down at Collette's legs as we nursed our after dinner drinks. She would look away uncomfortably, which made me feel that, despite Dad's supreme optimism, he wasn't going to have any success scoring with this tough little nookie.
We finished the drinks and went up to Dad's suite.
"Wow, what a fantastic place," Angel beamed.
"I find some of the decorating leaving a lot to be desired, particularly for such a big hotel," Collette said coldly. I guess she was planning to play the iceberg right up to bedtime, I thought. In fact, she was acting so cold that it was hard for me, at that point, to ever imagine her making it with anybody. Angel was so warm and passionate, so willing to put out, while this broad appeared to be the very opposite. As beautiful as she was, I was quickly reaching the point where I couldn't stand her.
Dad showed the girls into the huge bedroom. Larry and I followed along eagerly. Collette still looked uncomfortable as her eyes darted around the unfamiliar surroundings.
It remained for Angel to put her at ease. She kicked her shoes off, moved stealthily toward Collette, and looked into her eyes glowingly.
"You know, you're beautiful," Angel exclaimed softly, running her fingers slowly around the smooth skin of Collette's face.
Collette's self-consciousness quickly started melting when Angel stepped forward even more closely and undid her dress, pulling it off and cupping her fingers securely inside her bra, massaging her breasts soothingly.
"Ah, that feels so good," Collette purred.
"I love you," Angel asserted, letting her lips plunge against Collette's. No sooner did Angel withdraw her lips after that first kiss than Collette seized the initiative, plunging her lips against Angel's.
Angel began playing with Collette's nipples as she removed the stunning blonde's bra. One look at those beautiful breasts caused my cock to jump up straight and tall underneath my pants.
"I want to make beautiful love between your legs," Angel said as her fingers brushed soothingly over Collette's ear.
"Oooooooohhhhh, you're so wonderful," Collette said, slipping her fingers inside Angel's dress and bra, probing searchingly.
"Let's finish undressing each other, my love, cause I want you in my mouth, I want all of you," Angel said with determination.
For the next few seconds they occupied themselves undressing each other. Finally they were ready for serious action, their gorgeous nude bodies shimmering in the dim light. Collette's stunning gold skin contrasted perfectly with Angel's equally impressive olive skin. I unzipped my trousers and pulled out my dick, which I began pumping on. I looked over toward Larry and Dad and noticed that they were doing the same thing. At a time like that who could blame them? We had before us two power-packed, exquisite female bodies. The only problem was that they were so hooked on each other at that point that they hardly knew we were around.
The girls embraced next to the bed, locking their tongues in a lengthy French kiss. I could see the moistness between Collette's legs as Angel rubbed her breasts sensuously against Collette's, creating body friction.
"You're feeling for me down there, I can see it," Angel smiled after breaking their kiss, running her fingers gently over the moistness.
"Let's get into bed," Collette dramatically exclaimed, throwing her arms around Angel and pulling her downward into bed.
At first Collette assumed topside, showering Angel's lips, ears, and even nose with kisses. Eventually Angel maneuvered her body on top of Collette's, burying her fingers fervently in the sensuous blonde's hips. Angel was purring and Collette whimpering with little cries of need as Angel determinedly parted Collette's legs.
"I want your wetness so I can make more wetness," Angel told her.
"Take me, baby, I love you," Collette gasped.
Collette's legs trembled as Angel continued holding them in place. Angel stared down at her moist mound for a few tension-filled seconds. Then she let her fingers drop down to her cunt, letting them run smoothly over her wet pussy, which stood out prominently underneath the tufts of smooth golden hair.
"You're so sweet, so nice," Angel whispered as she ran her fingers around Collette's wet mound.
"Go inside me," Collette said urgently.
The sound of her voice, coupled with the message, dominated Angel with an overpowering sense of need. She found the softness of Collette's body electrifying as her fingers continued prying around her ass cheeks. And those that weren't around her ass were massaging slowly her pussy. Slowly, with due caution, Angel's tongue dropped down toward Collette's red snatch, which was crying out with need. She removed her fingers from the beautiful blonde's hot slit and let the tip of her tongue touch her gash.
"Oh, you feel so good," Collette gasped.
"I want your taste, I want you inside me."
"I want you to have me."
Collette's legs began trembling noticeably as Angel's tongue began flipping back and forth inside her hot mound. She let out a whimper as Angel accelerated her pace.
While the tongue continued to probe her love nest eagerly, Angel dramatically moved her fingers from Collette's ass cheeks to her breasts. As she did the other girl's legs began kicking and trembling under the pressure of the hot love licks her cunt was receiving.
"Go after my juices, I'm gonna flood you, baby," Collette gasped loudly, set to explode.
Angel's fingers continued kneading the warm, firm flesh of Collette's tits while her tongue was pursuing her snatch. The combination caused Collette's face to redden and the puffs and gasps to emanate more rapidly from her.
Collette began tossing her head back and forth and gasping loudly as she drew near to shooting. Angel's fingers dropped down to her belly, running over the tight muscles there softly while her tongue continued drawing a steady beat over her mound.
"Keep sucking, I'm about to go," Collette gasped, her legs tremble, her mouth open, her entire body quavering.
Angel took a free finger and ran it dramatically up her ass, corkscrewing inside her asshole while she continued licking. Collette finally let out a loud, long gasp as the juice spilled freely out of her pussy and into Angel's hungry mouth.
"Well, you shot and I tasted you," Angel smiled warmly, running her fingers over the smooth skin of Collette's beautiful face.
"Now I wanna taste you, lover."
"Be my guest, sweetheart."
It had been all that the three of us could do to refrain from exploding. Several times, when the girls were stepping their act into high gear, I had to withdraw my fingers from my rigid cock, or else I would have exploded. I also noticed Dad and Larry doing the same thing. We wanted the kicks but not completion of the act. We were all holding out some hope that maybe we could screw with them after they finished entertaining each other. I had thought it a desperate question earlier, but since Collette was now loosened up there was always the chance that she'd loosen a little more for our benefit.
This time it was Collette who took the initiative, showering Angel's face and body with a flurry of kisses. She started by plunging her lips against Angel's, then let her tongue work its way inside Angel's ears, making love to her ear lobes until Angel was reduced to a trembling mass of sensuality. Then she let her tongue drop down to Angel's breasts, which she kissed, then sucked.
"Ah, that tongue feels so good on my boobs," Angel sighed. "Keep it up, baby, I like that movement."
She got plenty more of the same movement as Collette released the fires that had been building in her explosive tongue from the time that sex contact between them had commenced.
While Collette's tongue was licking on and between Angel's lovely breasts she let her fingers run up and down her legs sweepingly, causing Angel's legs to tremble.
Collette parted Angel's legs, lifting her head and letting it drop between them, inhaling the scent of Angel's femaleness. Her pussy lips were wet with excitement as Collette let her fingers pry around them. Just as I was convinced that Collette was ready to plunge her tongue eagerly into Angel's wet pussy she crossed me up. Her fingers clenched the firm skin of Angel's buttocks cheeks as she pushed slightly upward. Angel's ass moved up correspondingly.
"I want that ass," Collette said.
"You can have it."
"I'll bet it tastes good. I wanna eat it out."
"Oh, baby, you're so good at sucking ass."
Angel licked her lips with satisfaction as Collette lowered her tongue slowly. She entered Angel's ass with quick, sweeping strokes, acting decisively, filling Angel's already supercharged body with additional waves of passionate need.
Angel raised her hips a little to accommodate Collette, whose tongue pushed its way inside her with searing impact, sending spurts of sensation through her hot ass.
"Oh, that's so wonderful, you're wonderful," Angel sighed.
Collette slapped against her buttocks cheeks several times, enjoying the sound of the crackling flesh as her tongue continued soaring diligently in the aroused crack of Angel's burning anus.
"I can't take much more," Angel gasped suddenly. "Please, please suck my cunt. I wanna give you my juice."
Collette reacted quickly to Angel's desperate message. She zeroed in on Angel's mound. Angel was twisting and turning and gasping with need as Collette's tongue lowered itself to her pink folds of wet flesh. She nibbled at Angel's clitoris, which caused the brunette's urgent whimpers to increase.
"Suck, suck, suck," Angel cried out with a new desperation, nearing her zenith of arousal.
While Collette's fingers traveled smoothly and rapidly down her legs and around her buttocks the tongue continued darting effectively around her burning box.
She used her hot tongue as a tiny spear, driving burning sensations into Angel's moist cunt. Angel twisted and turned, her breathing becoming heavier, coming in short, puffy gasps as the sucking pace sustained itself.
"I'm gonna fill your mouth," Angel cried out one last warning to Collette, who licked her with every bit of energy she could summon.
One gasp later I watched the warm dew drops spill from Angel's burning snatch into her mouth. Collette was so happy to receive her that, after she swallowed her last droplets, she threw her arms around Angel and kissed her lips appreciatively.
"Get off your clothes, you guys," Dad whispered.
Once more I had almost shot off my juices watching them. I pulled my fingers off my hot penis just before I was ready to explode. I figured that Dad had something up his sleeve, and was hoping that whatever it was it would be successful.
Collette's body was still trembling from the excitement of sucking off Angel when Dad threw his arms around her and smothered her in a firm embrace. He snuck up behind her and took her totally by surprise as she stepped back and tried to avoid his clutches.
But Dad wasn't about to be denied as he pursued her, fire blazing in his eyes. He drew her body toward him sharply and planted hot kisses on her lips. She sputtered and attempted to withdraw at first, but finally surrendered to his firm touch as he wound his tongue inside her mouth and let it collide recklessly against hers.
That passionate tongue kiss seemed to change her. After that she was like putty in his strong arms. After he threw his tongue against hers a second time, she took the initiative and forged her way inside his mouth.
Larry and I were so taken by surprise at Dad's sudden charge that we stood watching them frozenly. Finally it dawned on us that beautiful Angel was lying on another part of the bed with her legs spread. As our eyes met hers she gave us a come hither wink. Our cocks hardened and we walked over to her, lowering our bodies into the bed. She reached out and grabbed Larry's cock, pumping up and down on it like it was a jackhandle, as I let my lips pummel hers with savage lust.
As for Dad, he was making out just fine. Collette had her beautiful legs spread as Dad straddled her, getting set to let his rapier cock fire away. I had to admire the guy for his spunk. I never would have had the nerve to pounce on Collette the way that he had. I wouldn't have had the confidence, and wouldn't have wanted risking alienating her. But Dad took his gamble and it was paying off handsomely as I watched him lower his hard dong inside her cunt.
His legs and arms spasmed once he made initial contact, letting his swollen organ sink deeper and deeper into her, until he had her crying out with desire.
"Oh, you're so big," she gasped, "fuck me, I want you, I love that size in me."
A grin of satisfaction emerged on Dad's lips as his big cock jerked in and out of her, filling her pulsating pussy with waves of electricity, causing her to let her hips work their way back and forth to meet his forward movements. She plainly wanted every inch of him inside her.
As for me, I was Frenching magnificently in Angel's mouth, letting her precious saliva run against mine as she continued stroking Larry's prick.
"You're gonna have to get this thing off," Larry cried. "You've got me so hot I'm ready to shoot."
Angel broke our kiss and pushed me away.
"We'll resume in a little bit, baby," she assured me, "but he's gotta shoot and I've gotta help him."
I was more than willing to defer to Larry for the time being, since his body was rippling with need, anticipating shooting. Those eager finger strokes of Angel were enough to push any guy to the brink of orgasm in a matter of seconds. She had a tantalizing way of running those smooth fingers up and down your dong, creating an instant electricity that you felt all the way down to your toes.
Larry opened his legs accommodatingly and watched her dig in. He patted her ass affectionately several times as she got rolling, running that aroused tongue like a magnet up and down the entire length of Larry's enormous tool.
While she was sucking him off I decided to get some kicks of my own. I eased over next to her, parting her legs quickly with my fingers. She gave me a casual nod as she watched my head drop over her snatch. My tongue resumed where Collette's had left off. While Collette was getting her cunt fucked by Dad, I went to work fervently on Angel's hot mound.
As for Dad, his prick was darting back and forth. He had reached top speed, pushing forward eagerly, desiring orgasm in the worst way. Collette, who wouldn't even talk to us earlier in the evening, was more than a willing partner by then. Her legs quivered and her ass rocked back and forth to meet Dad's spirited thrusts.
And speaking of thrusts, Angel was doing a spectacular job of thrusting up and down on Larry's hot dick. At first she took in just a little bit of it, gradually developing her pace, but now it was submerged deeply in her mouth, to where you could hardly see any of it. She would tickle his balls with her tongue and fingers just to add to his excitement.
Back and forth my tongue continued to fly as I went after Angel's hot juices. My hot fingers kneaded the skin on her breasts and grabbed hold of her nipples, filling her with sensuality, which she quickly transmitted to her sucking movements over Larry's pecker.
"Spill your juices in me," Collette gasped.
I turned my head and looked over Dad's way, noticing that he had stepped up his pace to full speed as his prick tore resoundingly into her hot tight pussy. The hot white jism finally bolted from it, filling her snatch and causing her to sigh with exhilaration.
"How beautiful, we made it together," she gasped.
I returned to my sucking, determined more than ever to taste beautiful Angel. Just watching the old man in action was enough to fill me with inspiration. That was the kind of man I wanted to be, the kind who could completely overwhelm a beautiful lez and straighten her out within minutes, so that she becomes a warm, willing partner.
There were two tongues driving themselves at a delirious clip, mine in Angel's love nest and Angel's over Larry's cock. I nibbled on her clitoris for awhile, causing her to gasp and wiggle. She pumped steadily on Larry's cock. He began making so much noise with his heavy breathing that I knew he was very close to spurting.
But before he did I got to taste Angel as her warm honey pot melted for me. I sucked her sweet nectars, then turned loose, watching with excitement as she finished off Larry's prick.
That torrid explosion of hers gave her all the additional impetus she needed to finish her job on Larry's prick. As her fingers played with his nuts her mouth literally gobbled him up, sweeping up and down with rapidity.
"Ah, you're a human vacuum cleaner, ah, you're great," he gasped, "just a little more, just a few more strokes, baby, that's all I need, that's all it'll take for me to explode."
The juice gushed forth right after that. Beautiful Angel devoured every delicious drop.
My eyes then shifted to the other side of the bed. Dad was back at it. This time his head was buried between Collette's legs as he went to work on her snatch. His teeth were nibbling enthusiastically at her clit as her body spasmed and her breath came in puffy gasps.
She exploded in his mouth not long after Angel had put the finishing touches on Larry's excited penis. The room smelled of sweat and sex, as indeed it should have. We had gone at each other like maniacs crazed out of their minds on the subject. But isn't that the best way to do it when it comes to assuring yourselves of fun? We thought so.
"Are you up to tolerating men a little now?" Dad winked at Collette as he tucked her under the chin.
"When they're as sexy as you are, yes."
"Atta girl. Flattery will get you everything. It'll get you all the fucks from me that you can stand."
"How about us?" Larry asked. "How do we rate?"
"You guys look pretty cute too," she admitted. "Let's change partners. I wanna take on this groovy brunette."
"You'll love her," I said.
"Just like you guys'll love this fetching blonde."
"I'm all for some of that," I said, eyeing her blonde-thatched pussy hungrily, moving my body quickly in front of hers.
"You guys look like tigers, just like your old man," Collette smiled at us.
"Just wait for us to growl," I said.
"Let's do a little growling now."
"Just spread those legs of yours and you'll see plenty of growling," I solemnly promised.
"I can see that you mean business," she nodded.
"You know it, baby."
My cock grew erect and hard as I looked at her smooth, supple body. She obeyed my command, spreading her legs as far as possible while I crawled between them and looked down, admiring the lovely view afforded by her love tunnel. Her buttocks were spread wide and the deep crevice between them widened. Surrounded by her curling pubic hair, moist and inviting, stood her cunt, the lips spread wide and appetizing. My heart pounded thunderously as I viewed the inflamed cherry-red walls all wet and inviting.
"Oh, do I ever want you," I let my fingers feel around her warm, moist mound.
While I was getting ready to make my first lunge Larry had positioned his body in front of mine, drawing his mouth even with hers. He pressed his lips against hers, then allowed his tongue to roam wildly and unrestrainedly inside her mouth in a lengthy French kiss. Her ass and legs thrust eagerly, responding to his vigorous activity.
I got up on my knees and lunged between her legs, digging my fingers deep into her smooth white flesh and ramming my cock home good and hard as she moaned and writhed. I drove it into her as deep as it would go, like an angry spear being unleashed, feeling her cunt resist for an exquisite moment. I then plunged on in the full length of my itchy shaft, feeling it surrounded by the feeling of warm, living honey.
I fucked her with brutal abandon, slamming my big dick into her, my balls slapping back and forth obscenely as I gasped and snarled. While I was applying the pecker heat I glanced over and observed Dad slamming his hot fuck-stick inside Angel's snatch, giving her a wild ride that she was thoroughly enjoying.
As for my brother Larry, he now moved his exploits to Collette's hot breasts, which he nibbled and sucked on, salivating all over her shiny alabaster skin.
Her breasts quivered and jiggled under the double sensation of Larry's aroused sucking and my steady, spirited cock thrusts, which were driving her cunt into a state of frantic excitement.
She met my brutal thrusts by pushing back and forth, eager to get every inch of cock into her, eager to be thoroughly dominated by my flaming spear, which hurled back and forth like lightning. My fingernails dug deeper into her loins with every ensuing thrust as I rocked with everything I had in me, my legs trembling with every advancement into her moist dew pot.
"My God, explode in me," she shrieked in desperation, barely able to contain herself.
As I continued rocking back and forth, driving every inch of hot male thrust into her, Larry stepped up the pace of his breast sucking. He had her left tit in his mouth, and was gnawing and sucking on it as her whole body quaked with every movement.
And while the three of us were losing ourselves in a sweaty turmoil of passion, Dad was driving his hot prick zealously as he pushed toward climax. I watched as he let out a long sigh of relief, at which juncture the white sperm oozed out of his dick.
Watching him shoot spurred me on to finish what I had started, and was pushing so ardently to completion. My fingernails sank into her buttocks globes as my dagger dick continued exploring the tight insides of her moist mound.
"Do it, do it, I want it," she gasped, again in desperation. It made me happy that I had worked things just as I had. Instead of shooting quickly, as I could easily have done, since just looking at her was enough to get me burning hot, I played our torrid game to the hilt, supplying her all the thrills I could.
But now I could contain myself no more. The hot itch enveloped me from my testicles all the way to the tip of my nervous cock as I slammed back and forth inside her.
"I'm getting there, baby." I grunted. "It won't be long now."
"I can't hold out anymore, and I wanna come with you."
"Hang on, baby, cause here I come. We can do it together."
"Ooooohhhhh, I know we can."
"Damned but you're tight. You're beautiful, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
We triggered at the same instant, as Angel and Dad looked on and Larry sucked frenziedly on Collette's tits.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The five of us were inseparable companions for the remainder of the weekend. Angel and Collette both refused Dad's generous offer of two hundred dollars for fucking with us. Collette was particularly adamant, maintaining that she had been taught a valuable lesson by our Friday confrontation, along with having a lot of fun screwing.
"I've been too much of a prude with men," she admitted, "and you guys proved to me just how big a fool I'd been."
Since the girls refused to accept any money from Dad directly, he insisted on doing the next best thing, wining and dining all of us, and buying the girls little presents like expensive dresses and imported French perfume. The guy oozed class, along with money.
On Sunday he took us all to a baseball game at Wrigley Field, where the Cubs were playing the Pirates before a packed house. It was an exciting game, which ended on a happy note for us when Chicago scored three runs in the bottom of the eighth and won 5-2.
"That victory calls for a celebration," Dad said as we walked to our car. "Let's go over to your house, men, and we'll have ourselves a little party."
"I love parties," Collette touched Dad's arm affectionately.
"How do you feel now, baby, about that little decorating job that I mentioned to you the other night?"
"I'd love it."
"You know, I've got a pretty big place all to myself in Brentwood. I'd be happy to have you stay with me while you're in town."
"Fine. If it's no extra trouble."
"To put you up?" Dad laughed. "You've got to be kidding."
When we got over to our place Dad was acting like a rambunctious young kid. He brought some marijuana into the house with him and we all sat around a semi-circle in the bedroom smoking in the nude. All it took were a few puffs and everybody was in an uninhibited mood. Dad was making good use of both his hands as one was running all around Angel's boobs and the other tantalizing Collette's cunt.
As Dad wound his way down to the end of his cigarette, he began getting itchy for activity.
"What do you say we romp in the hay, folks," he laughed unrestrainedly.
"I'll second that motion," Larry laughed.
Dad picked Angel up, carrying her in his arms into bed. He put her down on the bed and started kissing her breasts, causing her to sigh with exhilaration. The action he was providing was building up the heat that had been generating inside her.
"Oh, that tongue of yours is so sexy," she exclaimed.
"This is just the beginning, sweetheart," he gasped.
She quickly countered my movements by running her fingers down to my cock in a nifty exploratory motion. She tickled my balls with the edges of her fingers and ran the fingers of her other hand up and down over my hard dick.
"That stroking's beautiful," I whispered, overcome by the burning sensuality of her act.
I looked over on the other side of the bed and observed Larry helping Dad make love to Angel's nipples, Larry had his tongue thrust against her cunt as her legs spasmed and she gasped.
That meant I had luscious Collette all to myself. She could concentrate all her attention on my cock, as she was doing at the moment, and I could concentrate all mine on the fires of her cunt.
Waves of animal lust swept through my body as I watched her conscientiously run her fingers up and down my prick. I moved my head forward and began gently kissing her arms and shoulders, seeking to build her gradually into a devil-may-care mood, one of passionate sensuality in which anything would go.
My hands slipped inside her shoulder blades and I carefully lifted her body downward into bed, so that I was lying on top of her. All the while she continued running her hot fingers up and down the torrid base of my phallus.
I let my mouth drop swiftly, picking up the fragrant scent of the French perfume that Dad had bought for her, and let my hot mouth go to work briefly on her alabaster breasts. The tit movements felt so good to her that she immediately began purring like a satisfied kitten, working her fingers up and down even more rapidly over my aroused penis.
Determined to give her a superb tongue bath that she would never forget; I dropped my warm wet lips down to her belly, licking and nibbling hungrily on her navel, letting little droplets of saliva fall out of my mouth and on to her shimmering skin. Her body shifted from side to side like that of a shimmy dancer, thoroughly enjoying the tongue strokes that I provided.
I shifted my weight until I lay on my side with my head directed toward her feet. Now my lips etched a fiery erotic pattern across her thighs and calves. Gradually they worked upward toward her smooth hairless inner thighs.
Then I zeroed in on her moist, hairy slit.
"That's it, go after it," she exclaimed. "We can do it sixty-nine. That would be wonderful."
My eyes locked on her luscious red pussy lips and her eyes were entranced by the stimulated size of my fleshy prick. As I felt her tongue go to work running up and down the base of my hot stick with brisk, effective movements that drove me to the brink of desire, my eyes fastened on the delicious sight of a droplet of her seeping vaginal juice. Her clitoris was peering up at me like a nervous caged animal awaiting imminent release.
I heard a loud moan from Angel and shifted my eyes to the scene on the other side of the bed. Dad was in the process of throat fucking her, while Larry had his tongue buried between her thighs, licking her fiery cunt at a speedy clip.
I watched Dad conscientiously manipulate his body as he controlled the level of the sucking. He sat astride Angel, feeding her a little bit of cock at a time, slowly but surely letting it slip deeply into her, thoroughly dominating her in the way that she sought to be dominated.
Then my attention shifted back to my own action. I watched my thick fleshy shaft be literally engulfed by Collette's mouth as her tongue and lips pushed it in and out in a concentrated, fervent movement.
I lowered my head slowly toward her pussy. I stared in fascination at the wet golden hair and the pink moist walls. I picked up the scent of her womanliness. Her body began twisting and let out a moan as I breathed against the quivering pussy lips. She was as anxious to see me go down on her as she was to suck my hot warm dick.
Suddenly I could wait no more. My head bent toward the hot palpitating opening. My tongue shot out like a knobless flattened red prick and wetly probed her moist mound.
I heard low little moans coming from Collette as I stepped up the passionate level of my sucking. She wailed in animal-like passion as my tongue licked her inner thighs and worked its way inside her clitoris. My tongue snaked with rapier-like thrusts in and out of her quivering cunt, arousing her to such great depths that she automatically stepped up her movements over my prick.
My legs started quivering from the excitement as her hot mouth enveloped me in a swirling rage of lust. Up and down she sucked spiritedly, letting her fingers circulate with rapidity over my hot balls all the while. The more my body quivered the wilder the naked passions of desire swirled inside me. My tongue thrashed away at her moist naked pink walls, driving forward like a surging tom-tom striking a frantic beat in the distant night. We lost ourselves in the frenzied pleasure of sixty-nine. We were two naked souls determined at all costs to afford each other the maximum in pleasure.
As my tongue continued thrashing away at her hot cunt, I slipped my trembling hands under her buttocks and brutally squeezed the supple warm flesh of her ass cheeks. My hot tormented tongue continued exploring deeper and deeper into the inner reaches of her femaleness.
Her long blonde hair was streaming up and down and back and forth under the speedy impetus of her cock movements. As my tongue darted into the innermost reaches of her vagina her tongue accelerated its already speedy clip as it flounced for all it was worth.
Since we were sending each other into a simultaneous sucking rage, it was anything but a surprise that we were both close to spilling out hot juices. From the way that Collette's entire body was quivering and the way that she was sucking my cock, I knew that she couldn't withstand many more of my aroused strokes, and my own burning inner feelings told me that I'd be exploding within seconds.
I looked forward to making it with her, to shooting at the same exhilarating instant. With that thought in mind I let my steamy tongue continue probing relentlessly. As I did her tongue applied the same degree of pressure to my prick.
Then we shot. We exploded together, just as I figured we would. It started with a surging itchiness in my balls that electrified my cock and sent waves of excitement shooting all the way down to my toes. I was on fire with lust, and continued shooting waves of fire through her with my cunt sucking movements.
As I took in her precious dew drops from her soaring mound I heard her gulp and sputter as my hot white orgasm was spurting eagerly into her waiting mouth.
I collapsed next to her and kissed her cheek. Yes, she had come a long way from the embittered lez who wouldn't even be civil to us at the dinner table Friday night. If anything she was even more sensuous than Angel once she got rolling, though it was pretty close. Speaking of Angel, I jerked my head over in her direction, and noticed that Larry was now mounting her, letting his mammoth prick slide in and out of her anxious cunt. Dad was sitting next to them on the bed, carefully observing the action as he let his fingers jerk up and down on his cock. I had been so immersed in my own exciting sex adventure that I didn't even know that Dad had exploded his hot white semen into Angel's mouth.' Now he was watching son Larry tear the hell out of Angel's aroused vaginal walls as he got ready for more action.
As I watched Larry's hot prick shoot in and out of Angel's snatch my heart began pulsating more rapidly and the urges started swelling within me to engage in more action.
I found myself eagerly desiring that tightness between her ass cheeks. I wanted to sodomize her.
"How'd you like an explosion up your ass?" I asked her, patting her ass cheeks affectionately.
"That would be groovy."
"Then I'll see what I can do."
"I expect action," she smiled.
"You're looking at a man of action."
"Yes, that I am."
I wielded my hot shaft like an eager cudgel, manipulating it forward with rapid, decisive thrusts as I raised her ass by gripping hard with my fingers and plunged ahead recklessly. I liked her being in my total domination. As long as I held her buttocks cheeks tightly in my fingers I was able to control her every movement.
I would time my determined ass assaults between her buns with the very moment that I would lift those same buns, giving both of us oodles of magnificent sensations.
I let out a deep breath and plunged forward, my hot piercing dagger strokes causing her to let out a gasp.
"You like it?" I asked.
"Yes, give me more," she breathed hotly.
My prick pushed forward like a torpedo, stimulated by the tightness which rested inside her glorious anus. The tighter the ass or cunt the more the challenge, and Collette's ass was about as tight as they made them.
"Drive it in me, hurt me, spear me," she begged.
Quick to respond to her pleas, I fervently strode forward, pushing and panting and driving deep and lasting sensations into the fiery inner reaches of her ass.
"Shoot it in me, I want you, I want your hot dick," she gasped. "Give it to me, please fuck me.
My fingers clamped down more tightly around the skin of her ass cheeks as I did with her as I saw fit. I would push the skin upward, then thrust with demonic effectiveness, filling her ass to the hilt with my hot, passionately enflamed prick.
I drove forward relentlessly as my heart beat faster and the familiar itch that precedes orgasm tickled my cock and balls. I thrust every inch of my tool into her, pushing it in just as far as it would go, enjoying the sounds of her gasps.
"Shoot your juice in me," she begged.
"I will, and damned fast," I assured.
Back and forth my prick torridly moved, until I let out a prolonged gasp and felt the explosion of semen jutting out of the end of my prick and into her asshole.
"How glorious," she sighed.
"Yes, you were."
"You too. This is the first time I've got it this way in years. Since I was eighteen, in fact."
"Sorry you had to wait that long."
"The wait was worth it to get it from somebody like you."
I looked over on the other side of us and observed Larry still determinedly going after Angel's piece with his big dong. The difference between now and before, however, was that Dad was now in the act. He had his head between Angel's thighs and was letting his tongue stab in and out of her asshole, causing her to wiggle and her body to jump up and down in the excitement of the activity.
With Dad's expert movements helping to lead the way, Angel exploded at that instant. Larry sought to follow her example, getting his cock rolling into high gear, driving zealously, seeking to unleash all his stored up juices inside her.
"Spill it all into me," Angel anxiously cried.
"Okay, doll," he gulped. "Here it is. Oooooo-hhhhhh, aaaaaahhhhhh, I'm there, I'm there."
"I feel you in me. It's great, so great."
"Ahhhhhh, you're such a great fuck."
"The way you wield that dick."
"Don't I get a little credit for the way I sucked your ass?" Dad grinned.
"That you do, baby," Angel said softly.
CHAPTER NINE
"Sorry to break in on such a perfectly delightful little excursion," Mom's voice shocked us into a sense of present awareness that hadn't been there since we started smoking pot and fucking. We had lost ourselves in pulsating sexual expression, completely removed from the rest of the world. At first I thought maybe I was hearing things, but when I turned around and saw Mom standing there with her hands on her hips and her friend the tall Negro standing just behind her I knew it was anything but my imagination. Her head was tilted a little to the side and her eyes were slightly red, which meant that she had been doing some drinking.
"Hello, dear, how are you," Dad greeted her with a smile.
"You mean it's still dear?" she laughed sarcastically.
"Why not," he shrugged.
"If you say so." She turned and looked at her Negro friend. "It's still dear, after all these years. Isn't it wild the way people act after they've been married?"
"Tell me all about it," the Negro chuckled. "I've been married and divorced three times."
"That means you're two ahead of me," Dad told the Negro pleasantly. "After Dotty here and I broke up I just started shacking a little more. That and the one night stand scene. It didn't cost as much that way."
"Yeah, I dig, only I didn't learn that until I struck out three times. But you never struck out once. You had a great gal for awhile, then you started playing the field."
"She was playing it too," Dad said.
"You men are absolutely disgusting, both of you," Mom shook her head with disgust. "You'll pick a woman apart just like you would some skeleton, bone by bone."
"But you ain't no skeleton," the Negro smiled wryly. "You've got just the right amount of appetizing meat on those bones of yours, baby."
"That's a pretty good one," Dad clapped his hands and laughed robustly.
"You've really been having a blast in here," Mom said. "We caught the end of your last little go-round, and I can smell the pot. Yes, George, you're the same as always."
"So glad you noticed."
"Always screwing."
"Can you think of a better way of spending time?"
"I guess you couldn't."
"That's a good one," Dad nodded, "as if you've been living the life of a nun."
"Hey, hey now," the Negro said coolly. "Let's not go cutting each other up. Let's make love, not war. I'm a man of peace, and that's spelled both ways. Let's have p-e-a-c-e and p-i-e-c-e. That's the only way to fly."
"I like this guy," Dad nodded approvingly. "He's got a way with words."
"Oh sure," Mom said. "Lester's got the bullshit coming out of his ears. He's a card. I'll say one thing for you guys. You certainly found yourselves two absolutely beautiful dolls to go to bed with."
Smiles erupted on the faces of both Collette and Angel. Mom exchanged long stares with them.
"You could take the trouble to introduce us, George," Mom said with a tone of impatience.
"Oh, so sorry," Dad said apologetically, promptly introducing Angel and Collette to Mom.
"You know, George, if you've got anymore pot around, Dotty and I could sure use some," Lester said.
"Sure, I think it's high time we all had a round," Dad agreed.
"It'll be high time after a few drags," Lester said.
"Yeah, ours is starting to wear off. We can't have that," Dad said.
Indians smoke a pipe of peace. For us marijuana served the purpose as we sat around a semi-circle which had been enlarged this time around and smoked. Lester and Mom took off their clothes so that they would be in the current swing of things.
Mom continued eyeing Collette and Angel carefully. Up to then I had seen nothing to indicate that Mom had an eye for women. Perhaps she was just being friendly, and wasn't indicating an intention to screw with them, but it very much appeared that she was interested, very interested, in sexual contact.
As for Lester, his only problem was keeping that big black prick of his quiet long enough to finish his cigarette. He became so restless during several intervals that he reached down with his fingers and played with his dick.
By the time we finished our cigarettes we were all in the same kind of restless sexual mood that Lester was in. I savored sexual contact, and all it boiled down to was how and with whom.
Mom made the first move. She was sitting next to Angel, and began by running her fingers up and down Angel's thigh. At that point any mystery concerning her bisexuality was quickly squelched. Like Angel and Collette, she liked women as well as men, or at least along with men.
Angel was equally turned on by Mom, grabbing Mom's supple body and pressing it next to her own. It really turned me on to watch those beautiful boobs collide.
"Let's get in that bed and fuck, sweetheart," Mom said with determination, running her fingers gently over Angel's face.
"Looks like I've lost me a lover," Lester shook his head, "at least for the time being."
"Well you'll find yourself another one, big stud," Collette grinned, running her hand up his cock and feeling his nuts.
"Hello there," he laughed.
"Hello there, blackie pecker."
"Yeah, I'm proud of this big thing."
"You've got reason to be proud of it. I'll bet this big licorice stick would be delicious to suck on."
"The chicks who've sucked it ain't done no complaining."
"I'll bet they haven't. Ah, I love the feel of it, so nice and firm, but the skin so smooth. Mmmmmm, I'll bet it'll be yummy to munch on."
"Even better'n Rice Krispies, only it don't snap, crackle, and pop," he smiled.
"Hey, that's pretty good," she threw her head back and laughed.
They didn't even bother jumping in bed together. They were just as happy to engage in sex sprawled out on the floor. Lester was perched on his ass with his legs spread widely, giving Collette all the operating room that she could ever hope for. She lowered her head and went to work on his swollen tool with her long red tongue. I watched her suck him for awhile, then shifted my attention to the bed, where Mom and Angel were Frenching like eternal lovers.
"So Mom swings," I shook my head, looking at Larry.
"You'd be surprised at what your mother will do," Dad, overhearing the comment, chimed in. "Hell, I saw her take on three dogs one night. You've got a pretty sexy mother and a pretty sexy father."
I wouldn't argue either point, but I was feeling frustrated sitting on the floor with nobody to fuck. Mother and Angel were worlds removed from us, while Collette, at least for the time being, was totally enchanted with Lester's long dick.
The three of us sat there jerking on our nervous rods while we watched the fucking going on. Mom and Angel quickly switched the action from Frenching to sixty-nining. Mom eagerly plowed atop Angel, burying her head between Angel's legs and letting her cunt and ass rest just above Angel's fiery red tongue, which was eager to go to work on Mom.
Mom got the action rolling by letting her tongue slide around inside Angel's ass, causing Angel to mutter and tremble with exhilaration. She then quickly returned the action, letting her tongue travel sweepingly over Mom's hot ass. I got so horney I almost had to shoot watching those aroused asses sway back and forth under the impetus of the spirited ass sucking. Their hot bodies were glistening from sweat as the tongues went fervently to work. After they satisfied a portion of their passions sucking each other's asshole they switched their activities to cunt sucking, splashing hot saliva against wet red vaginal walls, once more causing me to step up the pace of my meat beating.
"Oh, you're sucking me out of my gourd, baby," Lester's loud assertion caused me to shift my attention rapidly to the cock suck that Collette was diligently providing him.
Lester's tool was even huger now than before as her fingers continued tickling his balls and running her hot mouth up and down his prick. She was like a whirling dervish, hair flopping in every direction, as she attacked his elongated spear.
I looked over at Dad and observed him sitting hypnotized by the cocksucking act that was going on. His fingers moved actively up and down his prick as he watched Collette allow Lester to engulf every inch of his immense tool in her mouth.
"Finish me, finish me off," Lester shouted. "Ah, baby, I can't much more of this sucking. You're just too groovy. That's it, move that tongue around real nice. Don't slow down, keep up the pace, sweetheart, keep it up till I cream your mouth. Suck me, suck it till I fuck you in the mouth, yeah, I'm gonna fuck you in the mouth, baby, fuck you good, shoot my hot load in you. Yeah, keep it up, I want to fuck you in the mouth and you want me to fuck you, suck it, suck me, that's it, oooohhhh, you're great. That's it, I'm going now, sweetheart, catch it, catch every drop, aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh."
Lester unleashed a veritable flood in her mouth, the hot white semen soaring profusely into her, spilling uncontrollably every which direction. Collette was doing her best to catch it all, but it was too voluminous. Some of the white cum spilled out the sides of her mouth, while some, which she had managed to catch, was coughed up due to her inadvertent sputtering. But she stuck with it and managed to catch most of his immense juice supply.
"What a storage tank you've got down there between your legs," she said in awe.
"Sorry if I kinda startled you."
"No need to apologize. I just wish I could have caught every drop."
Over on the bed Angel and Mom, no doubt spurred on by the sexy noises that Lester had been making prior to exploding, were twisting and turning their sweaty, shapely forms as they moved onward toward orgasm.
Mom sent a hot finger blazing up Angel's asshole. Her body, jarred slightly, jumped a little, moving slightly upward from the bed. She quickly countered by shoving a finger up Mom's asshole. Mom's reaction was identical to Angel's.
While Lester and Collette were embracing, Dad jumped up from the floor, walking quickly out of the room, his cock long and hard. He came back a few seconds later holding a jar of Vaseline.
"You've got a hard one, George," Lester grinned.
At that point Mom, who was resting with her eyes closed, opened her eyes and took a look at what was about to transpire on the floor.
"You goddamned queer," she thundered at Dad.
"Ah, kiss off," he said nonchalantly, continuing to lubricate Lester's dong. He finished, shutting the lid on the jar and setting it down a few feet away.
"I like that," Mom barked. "Stealing my lover."
"If you wanna put it that way, you stole one of mine."
"If he's in the mood to fuck ass then one of you guys come over here and ram a pecker in me," Mom cried urgently.
"I'm game," I said, jumping to my feet. My cock was bubbling with enthusiasm. It had been lying dormant too long watching other people fuck, and was eager to spring into action.
"How about making the sodomy scene with me, Larry?" Angel suggested. "Here I come," Larry shot back enthusiastically.
"That's what I'm looking for," Angel said, "your cum."
Before I stuck my penis into Mom's ass I watched Dad mount Lester fervently and ram his prick high into Lester's ass.
"Ah, you're a good screw, George," Lester nodded.
Larry and I divided the bed in half, then set our sights on our lovely partners. I stuffed my cock into Mom's buns and Larry went to work rapidly on Angel.
For the next several minutes all that could be heard in the room were the grunts of the ass fuckers and those whose asses were getting fucked. Back and forth the hot pricks ground out steady beats. The three of us had one thing in common-we were all horney and all smacking determined to get our guns off in our partners' asses.
Dad shot first, creaming inside Lester, while Larry and I exploded just a few seconds apart. Then everything was quiet.
