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If
by UR Null (address withheld)

***

This is a novella about the pains and pleasures of an 
american teenage boy named Fred. (FFM-teens, voy, inc, 
1st, oral, anal)

***
  
Chapter 1
---------

I wish I were a little Fish,
Frozen in the ice,
Then, when the girls went skating,
God, wouldn't it be nice.

Fred was walking through the park and thinking about 
sex. A thought struck him suddenly that the two most 
useless things in the world are a man's tits and the 
Pope's balls. He was smiling over this when he heard 
his name called. Turning, he saw one of his friends, 
Chuck running toward him.

"Fred! Billy just called me," Chuck said. "They've got 
some whore they're going to gang bang. Come on!"

Fred felt his blood surge through him at the news.

"Where?" he asked.

"At Carl's. Nobody's home and they found this chick in 
the park and pooled their money and..."

Chuck was out of breath from running and could say no 
more. Fred had heard that story before. But he had 
always arrived too late, or something had gone wrong. 
In any case, he never got laid. Now there was a chance 
that had to be pursued. After all, if he missed a 
chance to get fucked, he would never forgive himself. 
As they ran, Fred felt his prick growing already.

Fred was about to leave his teens but had yet to fuck a 
real chick. His friends always were talking about 
girls, even though the conversations were ninety 
percent lies. He had never gotten more than bare tit 
from a girl, and he didn't think many of the guys had 
done any better, but it was nice to believe that the 
stories they told each other were true. At least that 
made it seem that fucking wasn't just a myth made up to 
torture young men like him.

The elevator at Carl's apartment building seemed 
amazingly slow. Both boys were practically out of their 
minds with anticipation. Fred was trying to prepare 
himself for a disappointment, though. That way, he 
wouldn't feel too bad if it didn't turn out.

They ran down the hall to Carl's apartment and banged 
on the door. Carl opened it and let them in.

There were about half a dozen guys in the place. Some 
were sitting quietly; others were pushing and horsing 
around.

"She's in the bedroom," Carl said excitedly. "John's in 
there with her."

Fred couldn't believe it. It began to look as though he 
was going to get laid after all.

"Did you fuck her yet?" Fred asked Carl.

"Sure, I fucked her first. It's my apartment, after 
all."

"And she'll fuck all of us?" Fred asked. He wanted to 
make sure nothing was going to go wrong.

"Sure, she can't get enough," Carl assured him. "But 
you have to wait in line."

Fred couldn't believe his luck. It looked as though he 
was going to finally find out what it was like to sink 
his prick in a cunt. But there were a lot of guys ahead 
of him. John came out of the bedroom with a smile on 
his face. A cheer went up around the room. Harvey was 
next. Others shoved him toward the bedroom. 

Fred paced back and forth. He talked to the other guys. 
But he was raging with desire and the minutes seemed 
like hours.

He asked some of the guys who'd already had their turn 
how she was.

"Pretty good," John said. "Sorta fat, but tight."

"Great," Billy said. "I'm gonna fuck her again." It was 
getting close to his turn. He flipped a coin with 
Chuck, to see who would go first. He won.

"Who's next?" Carl yelled when Mitchell came out of the 
bedroom. "I am," Fred announced.

As he walked to the bedroom, the guys began shoving 
him.

"Give her one for me," one of them yelled.

"Don't forget to pull down your pants first," another 
hollered.

Fred was in a daze. He couldn't feel his legs moving, 
but he was getting closer to the bedroom. His prick was 
throbbing in his pants.

He entered the dimly lit room. But when he saw that the 
bed was empty, he was confused. Looking around the 
room, he found that he was the only one there. Had he 
been fooled? Was all this just a joke to torment him? 
That didn't seem possible.

Then he saw the door to the adjoining bathroom open. A 
naked woman stepped into the room. Fred knew that his 
dream was going to come true.

"I just went to the bathroom," the woman said.

Then she went to the bed and lay down. Fred watched her 
with an eagle eye. She was sort of heavy. As she 
walked, he saw her belly shake. Her tits were truly 
enormous, though. She seemed young, maybe twenty 
something, Fred thought. Arranging herself on the bed 
with her legs spread, she looked over at him.

"Well, don't you like me?" she asked.

Fred snapped out of his trance. Reaching for his belt, 
he began struggling to get his prick freed. He started 
toward the bed, but almost tripped over his pants, 
which he was still trying to get over his shoes.

The woman laughed at his clumsiness. Fred kicked his 
shoes off, hopped out of his pants, and crawled onto 
the bed.

"You've got a nice, big cock," she said.

Fred wasn't sure what to do. Should he neck with her a 
little first, or just shove his prick up her cunt? He 
knew he didn't have much time. He grabbed a handful of 
her tit and squeezed.

"Ow!" the girl yelled. "Not so hard!"

Fred eased his grip. The tit felt as wonderful as he'd 
imagined. He felt the nipple. It puckered in his 
fingers. Did that mean he was turning her on, he 
wondered? Then he moved the tit around on her chest.

"M-m-m-m," the whore hummed.

Fred felt like a real stud. He was actually making this 
professional moan. He grabbed the other tit, kneading 
that loose flesh like dough. He had never felt anything 
like it.

"Come on, honey. Fuck me," the whore said.

Fred's face was burning. This was it. He crawled over 
one of her big thighs. In the gloomy room, he could see 
her cunt stretched out under him. Before he moved his 
prick within striking distance, he grabbed the cunt in 
his hand.

The hairs tickled his palm. The pussy was plump, like 
the rest of the woman. And it was wet. He stuck a 
finger between those loose lips. He had to search 
around to find the cave. A cunt was strange territory 
to him.

Feeling the slippery interior of that chamber, Fred 
knew it was going to feel great around his prick. As he 
explored, the chick began to roll her big hips.

"Come on, stick your prick in. Come on," she said.

Fred felt the pressure on him to hurry. There were 
others waiting, and the whore seemed to be in a hurry 
too. So, rather than examine her body further, Fred got 
into fucking position.

Her belly made a good mattress and her tits were good 
handles. Moist, soft thighs surrounded his hips.

He lunged his prick at her nest. But rather than feel 
her pussy slide over his prick, he felt her coarse hair 
drag along the tender undersides of the cock. He'd 
missed. He lifted his hips and thrust again. That time 
he felt the fat cheeks of her ass at the tip of his 
prick.

"Your aim is a little off today, huh?" the whore asked.

Fred was panting by now. What if he couldn't get his 
prick into her? He couldn't bear the thought of not 
getting laid now that he was so close.

When he lifted his hips for another try, he felt her 
hand grab him. She pulled his prick right into her 
snatch. He was in. The-sensation of having his prick in 
a pussy filled him with excitement.

"Oh-h-h-h-h!" he heard himself gasp.

The cunt was holding him in a tight, hot grasp. Fred 
knew that he'd never felt anything like it. Although 
he'd stuck his prick into a lot of strange places 
trying to get the sensation of piercing a cunt, he 
never had come close.

"You really fill me up," the whore said.

Fred unleashed his prick in flurry of stabs. With all 
his horny energy, he pumped his prick in that hole. And 
before he knew it, he came.

"Uh-h-h, uh-h-h-h, uh-h-h-h!" he gasped as he kept his 
hips bucking.

When the pleasure of climax drained away, he let his 
cock come to a stop in the pussy. The orgasm had been a 
good one, better than jerking off any day.

"You finished?" the woman asked.

There was an unmistakable invitation to get off her in 
that question. Without answering, Fred pulled his 
shrinking prick from her and climbed off the bed. As he 
put his clothes on, he looked at her lying there. He 
didn't want to forget the first chick he fucked.

Fred went into the other room amid the usual cheers. 
Thinking about the experience convinced him that he had 
been on the right track in his quest to get fucked. 
There's nothing like it. But the next time, he would 
like to fuck a chick he could really explore. And he 
hoped it would be soon.

Rather than hanging around for seconds, Fred said good-
bye and went out. As he walked through the park again, 
he was happy. He was no longer a virgin. He hoped that 
fuck would give him momentum to find another.

As he walked along near a street that passed through 
the park, he saw his mother Susan and Clark in the 
distance. They were holding hands and walking with a 
quick, happy gait. As they approached the street, Clark 
flagged a cab. In another second they were gone. He was 
not surprised to see him with his mom but he was 
surprised at the frankness he was showing to his mom. 
Clark was his father's colleague but his father was 
dead since last one year. 

"What the hell is going on here?" Fred wondered. 

The happiness Fred felt at getting laid seemed to 
evaporate. All he could think about was Clark and his 
mother.

When all is said and done, 
We're not the only ones, 
Who look at life this way, 
That's what the old folks say, 
But every time I'd see them, 
Makes me wish I had a gun.


Chapter 2
---------

"It looks good to me," Susan said. "I guess it will 
work."

"It sure will," Clark said as he rolled up the 
drawings. "It's really only the results of Ted's 
ideas."

Susan averted her eyes at the mention of her husband's 
name. Ted had been killed a year ago while working on a 
project with Clark.

"And you know what else I think will work?" Clark 
asked. "Us."

Susan got up from the couch, took a sip of her martini, 
and walked to the window. As she looked at the view of 
Central Park, she felt a pang of desire in her cunt.

"Don't act like the stricken widow with me," Clark 
continued, "if Ted hadn't died, you would have been 
divorced by now and we would probably be married just 
like we had planned."

"Yes, you're no doubt right," Susan said. "But I can't 
help thinking that..."

"I know. You think Ted wouldn't have fallen from the 
dam if he hadn't found out about us. But that's not 
true. Ted could take anything. Even the news of our 
affair! He was the toughest guy I ever met. No, he 
wouldn't throw his life away. He enjoyed building dams 
and bridges too much for that."

"You mean it was not a suicide!"

"Neither it was an accident." 

Susan felt Clark's presence behind her. Then she felt 
one of his strong hands on her arm. When she turned to 
face him, she found him pressing his face to hers. She 
wasn't surprised. His mouth covered hers. His tongue 
met hers. The taste of his saliva sent Susan into a fit 
of passion like she hadn't experienced in over a year.

When she felt Clark's hand take one of her big tits 
into a tight grip, she knew she was totally in his 
power. Her twat was running with hot juice. She could 
actually feel his prick growing as it pressed against 
her belly.

Clark slipped his mouth from hers and breathed into her 
ear.

"I've been dreaming about you ever since I decided to 
come back to New York," he said.

"Let's go to bed."

"You know I can't refuse you. I never could," Susan 
said.

As they walked into the bedroom, Clark watched her ass 
switching back and forth in her tight skirt. He had 
always loved that firm high ass. And now he was going 
to get another chance to fondle it.

I love the girl who does;
I like the girl who don't,
I hate the girl who says she will
And then decides she won't.
But the girl I like the best of all,
And I know you'll say I'm right,
Is the girl who says she shouldn't,
"But just for you I might."

***

"E-e-e-a-a-a-h-h-h-h!" Susan groaned desperately as she 
felt the fat cock sliding in her cunt.

Because of the cunt lapping, Susan was far ahead of 
Clark in the climax derby. But that was fine with him. 
He knew that she was capable of several orgasms during 
one fuck.

As he pumped, Susan went wild under him. If it hadn't 
been for his weight on top of her, she would have 
shaken herself right off the bed.

As Clark's hips thrust forward, Susan's came up to meet 
him. Together they drove his prick deep into her 
clutching pussy.

"I'm going to come," she gasped. "Oh, Clark, I'm 
coming! A-a-a-a-a-a-h-h-h-h! Oh-h-h-h!"

Susan's body began, convulsing wildly. 

Clark got a good view of her in the throes of ecstasy. 
Her eyes were tightly shut but her mouth was opened in 
a wise circle. Her dark brown hair was wet with sweat 
and sticking to her face and neck. As she rocked, her 
tits jumped and shook. Clark reached up and took them 
into his hands.

"Oh, baby," Susan breathed. "Oh, sweetheart. Um-m-m. 
Oh-h-h."

It was a real treat to watch this lusty woman in the 
grip of an orgasm.

As they lay there they heard the apartment door open 
and close. Susan froze. Clark picked up her fear as she 
quickly rolled away from him.

"Mom, you here?" a voice called.

"It's Fred," Susan gasped. "What's he doing home?"

Before Susan could answer the boy, Fred was in the 
doorway to her bedroom.

The shock Fred felt when he saw Clark with his mother 
was clearly visible on his face.

"Hello, honey," Susan said to her son. "What are you 
doing home?"

"Hello, Fred," Clark said trying not to sound 
embarrassed.

The boy stood there looking at them without saying a 
word. Then he disappeared, followed by the slam of his 
bedroom door.

"He's been coming home from school on weekends lately. 
He's not supposed to, but he does," Susan said as she 
got out of bed.

Susan threw a robe around her and followed her son.

"Fred, can I come in?" she asked, knocking on his door.

He didn't answer, but Susan opened his door anyway. He 
was sitting on the edge of his bed. Susan could see 
Fred was hurt to see her with Clark.

"I'm sorry," she said walking towards him.

"There's no reason to be sorry," Fred said.

"Well, I guess you're right. But I know it's hard for 
you to find me in bed with Clark. He just showed up 
today. I didn't even know he was in town."

As Susan looked at her son, she saw his father, Ted. 
The boy looked very much like his father. He was almost 
as tall as Ted.

He had his father's blond hair and fine features.

"It can be very lonely being a widow," she said. "And 
Clark likes me, Fred. He really does. And he liked you 
too."

"That's nice," Fred said. "It's your business, Mom. I 
don't want to stop you from doing what ever you want."

"It hasn't been easy since your father died, for either 
of us. But we have to do the best we can," Susan said. 
"How would you like to go out to dinner? Clark has to 
go now anyhow."

The boy didn't say anything. Susan wrapped her arms 
around his head and held him to her tits. Then she told 
him to put on a tie and get ready to go out.

Susan went back to her room. Clark was almost dressed.

"I hope he isn't going to be mad at me," Clark said.

"No. But he's been moody ever since Ted died. He'll be 
all right. But you'd better leave."

"I'll call you tomorrow," Clark said.

He kissed Susan good-bye and left.

Fred and Susan went to dinner, but they didn't talk 
about Clark. Susan brought his name up a few times. She 
could see that Fred wasn't in the mood to discuss the 
subject though. She asked him why he came home from his 
boarding school again. But he didn't want to talk about 
that either.

To change the heavy atmosphere Susan said to Fred. "My 
sister is coming for a few days. I haven't seen her 
since your father's death."

"Aunt Pat here?"

"She has some work to take care of here. Shouldn't take 
more than a few days. Then she 'ill go back to San 
Francisco."

Pat was two years older than Susan. When they were 
young girls, Susan idolized her sister. Pat worked as a 
fashion designer. She was perhaps more beautiful than 
Susan but she had never married.


Chapter 3 
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It was almost evening when Clark came in. As soon as he 
knew that Fred was not in the home he tried to feel 
Susan a little. She was happy to see him but asked him 
to keep away from her because she was expecting her 
sister to come any time. 

"Is that the one who's in the fashion business?" Clark 
asked. "I think you told me about her."

"I am happy that you'll get a chance to meet my 
sister."

They sat on the couch, holding hands and sipping 
brandy, until the doorbell rang. Susan ran to the door 
and opened it. Clark was surprised to see a woman who 
looked almost exactly like Susan step into the room. 
The doorman was with her, laden with her luggage.

Red roses at her feet, 
(Roses are red in her red-gold hair) 
And O where her bosom and girdle meet, 
Red roses are hidden there.

Susan introduced her sister to Clark. They shook hands. 
Clark could see that Pat was a sharp chick. She was 
thinner than Susan, less well stacked. But she dressed 
like a duchess, and sparkled with jewels.

"Can I get you something to eat?" Susan asked her 
sister.

"No thanks, I ate on the plane."

"Well, I guess you two have a lot to talk about," Clark 
said after a while. "I think I'll be going home."

He told Pat he would look forward to seeing her before 
she left, kissed Susan and left.

"What a hunk of man," Pat said when he'd gone.

"I told you about him. He's the one who was with us in 
South America when Ted was killed."

"Oh, yes," Pat said. "I see you weren't exaggerating."

"I hope he's still interested in me after meeting you," 
Susan said. "Really, Pat. I'm really interested, so 
don't get any ideas, okay?"

"Susan, I'm surprised at you. I haven't stolen a man 
from you since we were girls," Pat said.

"I don't know why I'm so possessive. But I think I'm in 
love with him," Susan said.

"I'm glad for you, honey," Pat said. "I'm afraid I've 
got a bad case of jet-lag. I just want to take a bath 
and go to bed."

"You can sleep in Fred's room. He's away at Hostel. 
I'll help you with your bags."

"How is Fred? He must be quite a man by now."

"He sure is," Susan said. She didn't feel like talking 
about his habit of coming home unexpectedly. If he 
showed up this weekend, he would just have to sleep on 
the couch, Susan said to herself.

Susan and Pat each grabbed a suitcase and carried them 
into Fred's room.

"There are a few things I'd like to hang up right away 
so the wrinkles won't get too stubborn," Pat said 
opening a bag.

"Let me do that for you," Susan said. "You go take a 
bath."

"You're sweet," Pat said and gave her sister a kiss on 
the cheek.

Pat went into the bathroom and Susan gathered up the 
things Pat wanted hung up. There was plenty of room in 
Fred's closet. But while she was hanging the dresses 
and blouses, she was distracted by a crack in the wall, 
a crack with light pouring from it.

There were enough cracks in the apartment to make this 
just one among many, but Susan had never seen one with 
light coming through it before. It must go right 
through the wall. Then she stopped to think what might 
be on the other side of that wall. When she heard Pat 
turn on the water, she realized.

Susan felt her face flush as she thought of what might 
be seen through that crack. It was too high to see 
through, but she found a box in the closet she could 
stand on. That brought her eye to the bright crack.

Peering through, she was shocked to see a perfect view 
of the bathroom. Pat was bending over the tub. She was 
naked. Susan knew that Fred was aware of that view. She 
thought of the things he must have seen through it.

As she watched her sister step into the tub, Susan was 
outraged at her son's behavior. Watching her sister in 
the tub was like seeing herself, and she saw the detail 
that Fred had seen. Pat's cunt was plainly visible in 
the water as she sat back in the tub.

Susan was really going to let the boy have it the next 
time he came home. What a nerve he had to spy on her, 
she thought. Was she raising a sex pervert?

But as Susan found it difficult to tear herself away 
from the crack, she began to forget her anger at Fred. 
Well, maybe the boy had just discovered the crack as 
she had, she thought. She couldn't blame him for that.

The longer she looked through the crack, the more she 
began to enjoy it. There was something about peeping 
that was very exciting Susan discovered. And looking at 
her sister's sexy body was fun, too. Susan had bigger 
tits, but there was nothing wrong with the firm, round 
tits sticking up through the surface of the water in 
the tub.

As she stood in the closet watching her sister in the 
tub, she felt her old desire of sticking her finger up 
that cunt. Her lesbian hunger surprised her. She had 
never had a lesbian affair, but she heard that Pat had. 
Susan wished she had had a fling with another chick. 
Now it was probably too late.


Chapter 4
---------

Fred would have gotten home earlier that evening, but 
he killed time walking all over Manhattan. It would be 
easiest to put off a confrontation with his mother if 
he came home real late. He had tried to stay at school, 
but being there all weekend was just too boring to 
bear.

He knew he was risking expulsion, but he didn't care. 
He would rather stay home and go to day school anyhow. 
Besides, after fucking that whore the week before, he 
was anxious for another fuck.

As he opened the front door of the apartment, he hoped 
his mother would be asleep. The place was dark and 
quiet. Fred breathed a sigh of relief. He wouldn't even 
have to see his mother until the next day.

He crept to his room as quietly as he could. In the 
dark, he didn't notice the suitcases. Rather than 
chance waking his mother, he decided to crawl right 
into bed. He pulled off his clothes in the dark.

When he got into bed, he had a big surprise. The warm 
body he bumped into stirred and he jumped out of the 
bed in fright.

"Fred?" a woman's voice asked. "Is that you?"

"Aunt Pat?" he asked.

He had recognized her voice, and now that his eyes were 
accustomed to the dark he could see her. Then he 
realized that she could see him, too. He covered his 
crotch with his hands.

"I thought you were at school," Pat said. "What are you 
doing home?"

"I've been coming home on weekends. I'm not supposed 
to, but I do anyhow," he said.

"Come get under the covers with me," Pat said.

"I want to talk to you."

Being in bed with his naked aunt sounded like a great 
idea. But he didn't want her to see his hard-on. 
Keeping his hands over his prick, he went to the bed 
and climbed in. It was a double bed, and Pat moved to 
the far side. Still Fred realized that his aunt was 
sleeping naked.

"I'm sorry I've taken over your bed," Pat said. "I 
didn't know you would be here. What do you think your 
mother would say if we shared it?"

It was a pretty weird thought, Fred realized. He would 
love to spend the night in bed with her, even though he 
never would have guessed he could touch her.

"I don't know," Fred said.

"Well, she would probably think I was a bad influence 
for you."

"I could go sleep on the couch," Fred offered.

"Yeah, maybe you'd better. But stay here for a while," 
she said.

Fred could still see her tit. He couldn't take his eyes 
off it. He knew that Pat must know he was looking at 
it. Was it possible that she was offering herself to 
him?

Fred couldn't think of a thing to say. He was too 
preoccupied by the bare tit a few feet away from him.

"Do you like me, Fred?" she asked. "I mean as a woman?"

"Yeah, sure," Fred said. "I think you're beautiful."

"Come closer," Pat whispered.

Fred couldn't believe it. His mother always talked 
about Pat as though she was rather wild, but this was 
incredible. He slid toward her, still not believing she 
wanted him to touch her.

When he felt her hand on his waist, Fred almost 
attacked her. His prick was reaching toward her, the 
hot odor of her body filled his head, and his heart was 
pounding. But still he couldn't grab her.

Only when Pat pressed herself against him did the boy 
let himself respond. The points of her tits were like 
fingers of passion on his chest. His prick pressed 
against her firm tummy. She was so different from the 
whore he fucked the week before, he felt like this was 
really going to be his first fuck.

When their mouths came together, Pat's tongue 
immediately went into Fred's mouth. It felt like a wet 
snake as it twisted around his own tongue. Fred had 
French kissed a few girls, but none of them did it as 
well as this older woman.

Fred reached for the tit he had been looking at. It 
felt so nice as it filled his hand with pliable warmth. 
As he squeezed the tit, he thought about the rest of 
her body. It was all his it seemed.

He loved feeling the tit, but he was anxious to delve 
into her cunt. So, as they continued kissing, he 
slipped his hand from her tit to her crotch. They were 
both lying on their sides, but Pat lifted one leg over 
Fred's hips, opening her crotch to him.

He combed his fingers through the curly hair as he 
searched for the slot. It wasn't hard to find.

Between her thighs, her cunt was spread in a wet smile. 
As he touched the simmering interior of that pussy, 
Pat's body twitched.

"Oh, Fred," Pat breathed. "M-m-m."

The boy felt like a hero when he saw how his aunt 
reacted to his probing fingers. As he examined the 
interior of her twat, he realized what strange 
territory it was to him. Even after his fast fuck the 
week before he had to search around to find the 
entrance to her body. But as soon as he found it, he 
sent an exploratory finger up it.

As soon as he felt that tight tunnel around his finger, 
he wanted to get his prick in there. He knew he should 
go slow, though. It wasn't easy, however, now that his 
dreams had come true.

"Oh, Fred! Ohhh," Pat sighed as his finger reached way 
up her cunt.

Fred felt her hand touch his prick. With long, delicate 
fingers, she took that twitching cock into a firm grip. 
Fred never felt anything so exquisite in his life. When 
she took his balls into her hand he thought he was in 
heaven.

Like a kid in a candy store, Fred didn't know what to 
do first. He decided that he'd done enough kissing even 
though the tongue in his mouth was still writhing. 
Pulling away from her face, Fred wiggled down her body. 
At the same time his prick was pulled from her hand, 
but that couldn't be helped. He just had to stick her 
tits.

His open mouth covered the pointy tip of her left tit. 
The nipple was stiff as he wiped his tongue over it. 
His nose and chin pressed into the softness of that tit 
as he sucked the nipple into his mouth.

Like a starving pup, he tugged at that tit. He felt his 
aunt's hands on the back of his head, pressing his face 
more firmly into that pile of jellied boob. Opening his 
mouth as wide as he could, he sucked almost the whole 
thing into it.

"Harder, harder," Pat moaned. "Suck it harder. Oh, 
Fred, you really are marvelous."

The boy still had his hand on his aunt's pussy and his 
finger was still searching around in her cave.

Withdrawing his finger from the deep pit, he explored 
the outer regions of her pussy. He felt the ridges of 
flesh that lined the pit. He came to an arrowhead near 
the front of her cunt.

As Fred felt around that arrowhead, his aunt suddenly 
tensed her body. Pressing harder, he felt a tiny bud in 
those folds of skin. He gave that bud another press and 
again his aunt tensed her body. That was it, he 
realized.

Now he put his finger gently on the clit and wiggled 
it. Pat began to move her body in an amplified version 
of his finger.

"O-o-o-o-o-o-o," she cooed in rapture. "Fred! Oh, 
Fred."

He had never heard his name uttered in such a 
breathless, sexy voice. It made him feel like a famous 
stud. With his mouth full of tit and his finger on that 
magic kernel, Fred was in his glory.

But the best was yet to come. His prick was throbbing 
with the desire to fit into the tight tube of her twat. 
Fred didn't know if he'd waited long enough yet, but 
Pat seemed to be going wild. He decided to make the big 
move.

He lifted his mouth from her tit and his hand from her 
pussy. He saw Pat looking up at him as he mounted her. 
Remembering his difficulty with the whore, he forced 
himself to go slowly and carefully.

Pat spread her legs and lifted them around his hips. 
Her arms were raised to his shoulders where she held 
him. Fred looked down at their crotches, but it was too 
dark to see. When he felt the texture of her pubic 
curls on his prick head, he jabbed.

He was very disappointed when he missed. With a great 
effort of will power, he resisted lunging again. First, 
he reached down to guide the stiff muscle. Holding the 
prick in his hand he stretched his index finger out 
like an antenna.

"Yeah, that's the spot," Pat said when he found her 
opening.

Struggling to keep cool, Fred moved his fat cock knob 
to the tunnel. When Pat felt the intruder between her 
lips, she lifted her hips to help her cunt swallow it. 
Fred lowered his hips, and the jerking rod slid home.

"Oh, Fred, uh-h-h-h," Pat moaned as she was filled with 
the hard bulk of his tool.

Fred felt himself surrounded by the hot and wet shock 
of her cunt. As he rested his body on hers, her tits 
padded his chest. He buried his face in the nape of her 
neck and began pumping. That tunnel gripped his prick 
every time he thrust, holding it tightly on the 
backstroke.

"Fuck me, Fred. Come on, come on!" she chanted as he 
plowed her with all his might.

Every time his cock pressed deeply into that tube, his 
body heated up more. He began panting in his aunt's 
ear. His jism was coming to a boil. As she dug her 
finger nails into his back, the pain added another 
dimension to his pleasure.

"O-o-o-o, o-o-o-o, o-o-o-o-o-o-o!" Pat moaned in a 
crescendo of wanton joy.

Fred thought his prick was not only going to shoot, but 
explode. He'd never felt such a terrific burst of 
ecstasy. A yelp of pleasure escaped from him as the 
first jolt of climactic power went through him.

Wave after wave of sexual bliss coursed through him as 
he filled his aunt with the thick syrup of his passion. 
He babbled senseless sounds of pleasure into the 
tangled hair beside her head. His body convulsed. It no 
longer belonged to him, it seemed. Instead, it was a 
part of the spiritual world of ecstasy.


Chapter 5
---------
	
It was quiet late in night but Susan was still 
searching for sleep. When she heard the door open and 
footsteps in the living room, she realized that Fred 
had come home from school again.

She was about to slip out of bed to tell him he would 
have to sleep on the couch, but something stopped her. 
Listening carefully, she decided to let him find Pat in 
his bed himself. She heard him go into his room. Then 
there were voices, but she couldn't make them out.

Maybe she wanted to get back at Fred for spying on her 
in the bathroom, or maybe she just wanted to see what 
would happen when he found his aunt in his bed. But she 
was enjoying the suspense.

When nothing happened, she began to get curious. She 
went to the door of her bedroom to hear better. There 
were still indistinguishable voices coming from Fred's 
room. Then she heard his bed creak.

Susan couldn't believe that Pat had invited the boy 
into bed with her. Pat was a wild chick, but this was 
going too far, Susan thought. But if anything 
interesting was going to happen she wanted to know 
about it.

Now even the voices had stopped. Susan crept down the 
hall toward her son's room. The door was slightly open. 
Sounds of lips smacking and sucking could be heard. 
Susan froze and felt a shiver run down her spine. She 
knew very well what kind of voices they were. Susan 
didn't know what to think. Her sister was seducing her 
son. And just when she'd been fantasizing about a 
lesbian fling with that woman.

Susan's pussy felt suddenly empty and hungry. She 
thought of going to Clark, but she didn't want to. He 
couldn't satisfy the kinky lust she was experiencing 
now.

"Oh, Fred! Oh-h-h!" Pat was moaning in the dark room.

Stepping carefully on the floor, she moved to the edge 
of window and peered inside through the parted 
curtains.

What she saw made her eyes widen and her heart pound 
madly. On the bed, their arms curled around each other, 
their bodies naked, her sister and her son were 
fucking.

Susan could see Pat's swelling pointed tits, the full 
curves of Pat's white body, and the unrestrained 
passion on Pat's face.

She watched the slow roll of Pat's hips as she pressed 
them against Fred's. She watched Fred's hands working 
on Pat's tits, his fingers pulling on her nipples. Pat 
sagged backward as Fred bucked his pelvis in another 
forward stroke of his cock.

Susan stared at Fred's muscular ass as he fucked Pat. 
He drew back his hips, and she could see the thick wet 
shaft of his cock slide out of Pat's fat-lipped cunt. 
When he pushed back in to the hilt, another groan of 
pleasure escaped Pat's crooning mouth.

A hot flash of sexual need jolted through Susan's body 
as she watched the scene in the room. Her cunt 
fluttered and her nipples tingled. She moved a hand 
under her robe to the tender meat of her swelling cunt-
lips. Biting her lip, she worked her fingers into the 
dripping folds.

Pat rocked on the bed, her ass-cheeks moving up and 
down, her thighs spread wide to reveal the dark bush of 
cunt-hair surrounding the thick stem of Fred's cock. 
She lacked her ankles over his back and vigorously 
pumped away.

Her mouth open, her chest straining to hold back the 
sounds of her gasps, Susan watched.

Without thinking, she went into the kitchen. From a 
cupboard she pulled out one of the long candles she 
used for intimate dinners. Warming it in her hands, she 
went back to her vigil outside Fred's room.

The hallway was drafty, but that wasn't why she was 
covered with goose bumps. Her naked body shivered with 
the perversion in her soul.

Listening to the sounds of passion coming from her son 
and sister, she held the candle between her thighs. It 
was warm now as it parted the lips of her cunt. 
Although it had been years since the last time, the 
candle felt familiar as it moved into the slippery 
tunnel of her twat. She stood there in the hall, in a 
crouch, and stirred that dildo around. Then she began 
to pump it.

When the candle touched the very end of her cunt 
tunnel, Susan heard herself gasp. For a second she was 
afraid that Fred and Pat might hear her. But that 
wasn't likely. They were too busy to pay attention to 
her.

Susan slid the candle slowly at first, gradually 
picking up speed. That's the way she and Pat used to do 
it to each other. Although she was an experienced 
fucker now, she was glad to find that the candle still 
had the same old effect on her.

As she fucked herself, her tits jostled heavily on her 
chest. Her legs began to ache in her weird posture, but 
the pleasure made it worth it. When she heard her 
sister groaning and the bed creaking rhythmically, she 
increased the speed of the candle's jabbing.

Her passion climbed to orgasmic heights. Biting her 
lips to keep her own moans down, she shivered 
uncontrollably. She had to lean against the wall when 
her head burst with blinding pleasure.

Her orgasm left her soaking and cold. But the sounds of 
fucking were still pouring from the bedroom. Even now 
she couldn't tear herself away from that sound. So, for 
the duration, she contented herself with sucking her 
flavor from the candle.

After Pat's shattering scream, Susan knew it was all 
over. She tiptoed back to her room and climbed into 
bed. But the orgasm she had given herself with the 
candle hadn't satisfied her. She knew that she needed a 
kinky form of sex to do that.

Susan lay awake for over an hour. Only when she 
admitted what she wanted to herself did she find peace. 
She had to fuck her sister and son. Nothing else would 
do.

***

Susan had to pretend that she was surprised to see Fred 
the next morning. When she woke, she had heard Fred and 
Pat talking over breakfast. Going into the kitchen, she 
tried to hide her knowledge of their fucking the night 
before, as well as her lust for both of them.

"So you came home again?" Susan said to her son. 
"You're going to be expelled from school."

"I don't even care," the boy said. "I told you I hate 
it there."

"I'm glad he came home," Pat said. "Otherwise I 
wouldn't have had a chance to see him."

And fuck him, Susan said to herself. But she wasn't 
angry with her sister. Just jealous. Susan poured 
herself a cup of coffee, but before she could sit down 
to drink it, Fred was on his way out.

"I'll be back for dinner," he said as he ran out.

"He's quite a boy," Pat said.

"You should know," Susan said.

"Oh, so you heard what went on last night? Are you 
angry?"

"No, but I was surprised," Susan said.

"So was I," Pat said. "But when I saw him I just 
couldn't help myself. I do lose control sometimes, you 
know."

"Well, how is he in bed?" Susan asked. It seemed a 
strange question to ask about her own son, but she 
couldn't help asking.

"Terrific. What he lacks in finesse he makes up for in 
enthusiasm."

Susan could imagine Fred throwing all his energy into 
fucking his aunt. Could she ever turn her boy's raging 
sex on to her own body, she wondered?

"You're not jealous, are you?" Pat said.

"What? Of your fucking Fred, my own son?"

"Yeah. It happens all the time you know," Pat said. "I 
have a good friend who has three sons and fucks them 
all."

Pat could tell by Susan's interest that she was 
jealous. As she described the incestuous relationship 
of her friend, Susan listened intently. When Pat 
finished the story, Susan probed her oh another 
subject.

"You once told me you made it with other women a few 
times," she said. "Do you still?"

"Sure," Pat said. "Whenever I find a chick who turns me 
on."

"Found any lately?"

"Yeah. There was a sweet young girl in San Francisco I 
used to make it with."

Susan wondered if her sister knew what she was driving 
at. And even if Pat did know that she wanted to be 
introduced to lesbianism, would she be willing?

"You know when I was a young girl," Pat said. "In the 
days when we shoved candles up each other's cunts, my 
dream was to be able to eat my own cunt. I never told 
you about it, but I used to practice bending over 
trying to get my head between my thighs so I could suck 
myself. I never made it."

Susan shivered as she wondered why Pat was telling her 
this.

"Eating your cunt would almost be like eating my own,"

A few days before she had been a typical widowed 
mother. Now she was in the middle of a sexual storm. It 
was exciting, but she wondered where it would lead.


Chapter 6
---------

Please Mrs. Glum.
This boy Derek Drew.
Keeps poking his finger in my bum,
What shall I do? 

Lock yourself in the cupboard, dear.
Run away to sea.
Do whatever you can, my flower.
But don't ask me!

After fucking his aunt, Fred thought he could fuck 
anyone. He had a girlfriend name Marylou. She had 
beautiful eyes, a small uptilted nose, and a luscious 
mouth but she was reluctant to experiment sex. Fred was 
going to meet her on Saturday evening. He was hell bent 
to seduce her. 

Marylou came in her car that suited Fred fine. Marylou 
was wearing an off-the-shoulder blouse and a summer 
skirt. As soon as their car was parked near a safe 
place Fred had his right arm draped around her 
shoulders and his hand hanging over her right tit. His 
fingers caressed the firm globe of her tit through the 
cloth of her blouse and bra. He could feel the hard 
nipple pressing into his palm.

He ran his other hand down her belly to cup the mound 
of her cunt. Through the cloth of her skirt and 
panties, he could feel the springy bush of hair and the 
soft lips of her cunt. When he stroked the slit with a 
fingertip, he imagined he could hear a squishy sound of 
wetness.

"Please, don't," Marylou said.

Fred paid her no mind. He knew she was as anxious for 
it as he was. After all the sessions with his Aunt 
Gloria, he'd learned to recognize a woman in heat.

Marylou was a challenge. She wasn't as experienced as 
Gloria, and certainly not as sexy. But she was young 
and sweet and his own age.

The most important thing of all was that she turned him 
on.

He eased her blouse off her shoulders and kissed the 
upper slopes of her tits while his fingers worked at 
the hook of her bra. She was breathing rapidly. Her 
body against his was warm and yielding. He knew that 
she was his for the taking, maybe not without some 
persuasion, but certainly before the evening was over. 
All he had to do was give her mind a reason it could 
accept -- her body was already convinced.

"I'm nuts about you," he said. "You know that, don't 
you?"

His hand stroked the bare inner surfaces of her thighs. 
Pulling up her bra to expose her tits, he lowered his 
head and drew a juicy nipple, into his mouth.

She made an involuntary moaning sound.

"Oh, Fred! When you do that, I can't resist!"

Fred smiled inwardly -- the game was won.

He tugged down the waistband of her skirt. Their mouths 
met and fused in a hot wet kiss. This time, he felt her 
tongue tentatively pushing into his mouth to convey her 
passion. He moved his hand back to her lap and resumed 
his caressing of her satiny thighs. Then he moved the 
hand around her body to fondle a resilient asscheek, 
kneading it through the thin fabric of her panties 
until she rolled onto her side to give him more 
freedom.

Bending his head to her tits again, he found them warm 
and alive under his lips. He moved his mouth hungrily 
over the firm sweet flesh. She moaned and leaned back, 
shuddering as he paused a moment to gently bite one of 
her nipples.

He ran the flat of his hand up and down her thigh, and 
then moved it deeper into her crotch until he could 
feel, the first tendrils of cunt-hair. He sucked one 
nipple and then the other, while his fingers played 
with the elastic edge of her panties.

"Oh, God!" she groaned. "There's no way to stop you, is 
there?"

"Don't you want to go on?"

She hesitated, and then hissed: "Yes!"

Locking his lips to hers again, he stroked his tongue 
deep into her mouth. The hand on her tits fondled and 
squeezed and pinched the nipples into rigid points. The 
fingers of his other hand ran lightly over the barrier 
of cloth covering her cunt. The crotch of her panties 
was soaked with cunt-juice. The aroma of her pussy 
filled his nostrils.

Opening his belt buckle and unzipping his fly, he 
pushed his jeans and shorts down to his knees. His 
throbbing cock reared up hard and long.

Marylou moaned and rolled her body against his, 
bringing her pussy into contact with his rigid cock-
shaft. The heat of her cunt through the cloth of her 
panties brought a grunt of passion to his lips.

His fingers found her cunt again, and this time he 
pushed them under the cloth to get at the hairy mouth. 
He pried open her cunt-lips and pushed his fingers 
inside.

She made an animal sound deep in her throat as he began 
to skillfully manipulate her slippery cunt and finger 
the erect little bean of her clit. Breathing heavily, 
she moaned and rolled her hips.

He pulled down her nylon panties and tugged them off 
her ankles. Slipping between her legs, he pushed them 
apart and pressed the throbbing length of his cock to 
her fuffy bush of cunt-hair.

He ran his cockhead up and down her juicy hot cunt. Her 
pussy was hardly as meaty as that of his Aunt Gloria, 
but she was wet enough and obviously eager to fuck.

"Fuck me!" she hissed, her hand moving down to touch 
his swollen cock. Her fingers trembled as she explored 
the length and thickness of the shaft.

Falling forward against her body, he whispered into her 
ear: "Do you like that? Do you want it inside?"

"Yes!" she panted. "Do it! Do it!"

"Do what?"

"Damn you, Fred!" she gasped. "Fuck me!"

Supporting himself on his hands, he slowly pushed his 
cock into the hot bush of her cunt. The plum-shaped 
cockhead slipped between her pink slippery lips.

"Fuck me!" she moaned.

He kissed her trembling lips and damp forehead, the 
white pulsating skin of her throat, and finally the 
pink little points of her tits. His pelvis rocked as he 
stroked the knob of his cock up and down the juice-
filled gulch of her pussy. He deliberately teased her; 
he wanted her to beg for it.

"Does it feel good?" he asked.

His head swam with the thought that he was actually 
fucking her, and even more with the reality of the 
sweet wet cunt opening to him.

"Fuck me!" she hissed. "Put it in!"

He pushed forward and sank about half of his bone-hard 
cock into her cunt.

"Oh, Christ, you're tight!" he said.

"Is that good?"

"It's the greatest!" he moaned.

Using his fingers, he separated the upper folds of her 
cunt-lips so that her clit was exposed and touching the 
shaft of his cock as it pistoned in and out of her 
channel. Marylou had been fucked only once before, and 
she'd complained to him that the boy had been clumsy 
and she'd had no pleasure from it. Fred was determined 
that with him, things would be different. He was 
thankful to his aunt for teaching him what to do with a 
woman's body.

Marylou whimpered and surged against him as her 
throbbing clit swelled and became hard under the 
friction of his cock. Clutching him with her thighs and 
cunt as if fearful he would vanish, she began gyrating 
her ass. By the time he had the full length of his 
rigid cock buried in her hot elastic channel, she was 
bucking against him to an instinctive rhythm.

He was in to the hilt, the tip of his cock pummeling 
her cervix. He moaned and squirmed.

"Oh, God!" he said.

He began fucking her with long steady strokes. Her cunt 
was so slick with cunt-juice, the friction caused wet 
sucking sounds as her tight pussy gripped his reaming 
cock. She kept her feet hooked over his ankles to give 
her hips leverage. Rotating her pelvis, she moved the 
hot velvet tube of her cunt in circular motions around 
his stabbing fuck-meat.

"Fuck me... fuck me... fuck me!" she wailed.

Pulling herself tighter to him, she writhed and humped, 
grinding her cunt at the base of his cock. She wanted 
hard fucking; she wanted the dominance and 
aggressiveness of the male. Realizing her needs, he 
pounded his cock into her cunt without mercy.

She fucked him back, and together they hammered each 
other in a frenzy, his cock battering her channel, his 
hairy balls slapping the lower fringes of her tufted 
cunt. When she realized it was his ball-sac that was 
tickling her, the animality of the image brought a new 
wildness to her movements. The hard fucking turned her 
on, and she gasped and moaned as she met each pile-
driving thrust. Her belly and ass seemed to be joined 
to her body by springs.

Riding her, as if she were a wild horse, Fred timed his 
strokes to make the most of her delirious movements.

Quivering, shaking, she wrapped her arms around his 
head and bit his lips.

"More!" she cried. "More! More! Harder! Harder!"

She pulled her legs back to raise her cunt as much as 
possible, to lift up the saddle of her crotch to 
receive his pounding cock. Each time he pulled out and 
plunged in again, she ground her pelvis against him.

The grip of her cunt was a marvel. At no time during 
his fucking of his aunt had Gloria ever gripped him 
like this. Fred was fast reaching the point of no 
return, his balls vibrating, his cock pulsating, his 
jism welling up and ready to erupt under high pressure.

It occurred to him that this was only the second woman 
he had ever fucked. He let out a frenzied groan as be 
felt the tightness in his balls that signaled his 
coming orgasm, and he stroked the hot sopping cunt with 
a flurry of short strokes.

Marylou gasped as his vigorous pumping touched off a 
spasm deep inside her cunt. Her voracious hole sucked 
at his jerking cock as if trying to swallow it.

Suddenly, roaring like a bull, Fred started coming, his 
cum shooting out like hot lava into Marylou's waiting 
cunt.

The mix of cum and cunt-juice turned her cunt into a 
hot suctioning tube. He gushed out four massive spurts 
of jism and slumped.

Marylou rolled up her eyes and went limp beneath him.

Fred nuzzled her neck and held her in his arms. He 
found himself with a feeling of warmth and contentment 
he had never known before.

Marylou finally turned her head to kiss his temple. 
"Oh, Fred," she said. "That was wonderful!"

"Yeah!"

"But we really shouldn't he here stark naked. Someone 
might see us."

"It's too dark," he said. "Anyway, everyone around here 
is doing the same thing."


Chapter 7
---------

It was Sunday. Susan and Fred were lounged around the 
living room reading the paper. When Pat came in and 
said,

"I think I'll go for a walk," 

"Can I go along?" Fred asked.

"No, I think I'd better go alone," Pat said. "I want to 
check out the windows on Fifth Avenue, and I think you 
would find it boring."

Susan could have kissed Pat for that 'cause that left 
Susan alone with Fred. 

"I think I'll take a shower," she said.

She knew the boy would go to his closet and peek 
through the wall at her. 
She went to her room to undress. Then in her robe, she 
went to the bathroom. On the way, she checked the 
living room to see if Fred was still there. He was. But 
Susan knew he would be at his peeping hole when he 
heard the bathroom door close.

Once in the bathroom, she gave the boy a moment to get 
into the closet before she took her robe off. She 
listened carefully, but wasn't sure if she could hear 
him or not.

When she took her robe off, though, she could 
practically feel his horny gaze on her body. She knew 
where the crack was on the bathroom side of the wall. 
Since it was a thin line between two titles, she had 
never noticed it. But now she made sure she played to 
that view.

Before leaning over to turn on the water, she grabbed 
her tits and watched in the mirror as the pliable flesh 
oozed through her fingers. Then she brushed her fingers 
over the nipples until they were stiff and protruding. 
She knew Fred would be impressed with her tits after 
playing with Pat's much smaller ones.

She bent over to turn on the water. But this time she 
stuck her ass out toward the crack in the wall even 
though that position was somewhat unnatural. While the 
tub filled, Susan leaned on the sink, facing the crack 
in the wall, and played idly with her tits and pubic 
hair.

The thought of jerking off occurred to her. After all, 
now that Fred was getting fucked and sucked, he might 
need more than just the sight of her naked body to turn 
him on.

The thought of bringing herself off in the boy's view 
made her pussy wet. She knew he'd watched her fuck 
herself before, but then she hadn't known about the 
crack in the wall. It would be terribly exciting to 
jerk off knowing his eyes were on her.

The fingers Susan had been combing through her cuntal 
curls now began to creep between her thighs. She spread 
her legs and reached a finger up her cunt. Imagining 
the boy on the other side of the wall watching her and 
grabbing his prick made her hornier.

But Susan wanted to give him an even better show. The 
crack was rather high, so he wouldn't be able to look 
up her twat. Lying in the tub, she could give him a 
good view, but then the water would distort her cunt.

Suddenly, she got the clever idea of climbing on the 
toilet and watching herself in the mirror. That way she 
could give Fred a great view of a weird performance. 
Standing on the toilet, she swung the mirror into 
position. She tried to give Fred two views of her 
pussy-tickling -- one directly and one in the mirror.

She lifted one leg to the top of the tank of the 
toilet. Finally, she was satisfied that she was in a 
weird enough position. She could see the shining gash 
between her legs with her finger in it, and she hoped 
Fred could see as much. Then she began pumping her 
finger in and out. It was soon glistening with the 
leaking cunt cream.

With her free hand, she scooped, up a wobbling tit. Now 
she worked on giving herself a powerful I orgasm. From 
her experiences with Pat, she knew that there was no 
better sight to bring the passions to a boil than the 
sight of a chick in the throes of an orgasm.

It wasn't long before she was shaking in ecstasy. She 
had to let go of her tit to grab the wall in order to 
keep from falling. She felt her tit bounce and sway on 
her chest when she dropped it, and she knew that would 
look beautiful to the horny kid.

She didn't hold back her wails of bliss, either, 
although she pretended to try. She only hoped that if 
Fred jerked off while watching her, he would have 
enough sexual energy left when she confronted him.

When Susan had had her climax and was climbing off the 
toilet, the bathtub had almost overflowed. She had to 
drain some water before she could climb into it.

Once she was in, though, the water was higher than 
usual, and her tits floated like balloons.

She bathed quickly. Now that both she and Fred were on 
the road to incest, she wanted to hurry it along. But 
she washed and dried herself with as much sexiness as 
she could so Fred would be wild even after jerking off.

Susan planned to leave the bathroom quickly and go 
right into his room. With luck, she could catch him 
with his prick in hand. That seemed the best way to 
seduce him, she thought.

She was barely dry when she threw her robe around her 
and left the bathroom. To her surprise, Fred's bedroom 
door was wide open. Susan felt a sharp pang of 
disappointment. Hadn't he bothered to peek at her after 
all?

She went to the living room when she found him still 
lying on the floor, on his stomach, looking at the 
newspaper. He looked up at her, smiled, then looked 
down at the paper again.

Susan was devastated. Her jealousy overcame her 
capacity to restrain it.

"What's the matter?" she asked Fred sternly. "Ever 
since your aunt has been fucking you you're not 
interested in peeking at me?"

Fred looked up at her with horror on his face. When 
Susan saw his stricken look, she realized what she had 
done. She had never lost control of herself like that 
before.

Fred jumped up and ran to his room. He slammed the door 
so hard the pictures on the walls jumped. Susan was 
left standing there with her hand over her mouth in 
disbelief.

She had to try to patch things up, she realized. 
Otherwise, her son would never forgive her. She went to 
his door and knocked. There was no answer.

She opened the door and saw Fred lying on his bed, face 
down.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," Susan said.

The boy didn't move. Susan walked toward him.

"I heard you and Pat fucking the first night she 
arrived. And last night I couldn't resist peeking into 
the living room while she was blowing you." Susan spoke 
softly, as though she were coaxing a shy kitten. She 
was afraid Fred would run out of the apartment.

"I guess I was jealous. In fact I know I was," she I 
continued. "When I, was hanging up Pat's things in your 
closet, I noticed the crack. I even spied on her 
through it. And just now, I, well, I was hoping you 
were watching me in the bathroom. I put on quite a 
show."

Fred looked up at her, but remained quiet. Susan's 
heart raced as she saw that her son was willing to 
listen to her.

"So when I found that you weren't peeking at me, I felt 
hurt, jealous. That's why I said what I did," she said. 
"You understand, don't you?"

By the time she'd said all that, Susan was beside 
Fred's bed. Her robe was falling open and the boy was 
staring at her exposed tits.

"Yeah, I understand, Mom," he said. "It's all right. 
But I was peeking at you just now. I saw you standing 
on the toilet, jerking off, and it drove me wild, even 
after fucking Aunt Pat. After I watched you take your 
bath, I went back to the living room. Then you came 
in."

"Oh, I'm such a foolish old woman," Susan said.

She sat down on the bed, holding her head in her hands. 
She had never felt more ridiculous. But having the 
truth out in the open was like a breath of fresh air.

Fred's hand on her shoulder made Susan look up from her 
lap where she'd been staring ashamedly. Their eyes met. 
It was immediately clear to both of them that their 
longing was mutual.

Suddenly, they were in each other's arms. Neither of 
them knew who made the first move. It had been 
spontaneous. Their mouths crashed together and their 
tongues intertwined. Susan was pulled down on top of 
Fred, her tits loose and covering his chest with their 
ample mass.

Being in the embrace of that young stud was like being 
caught up in a cyclone, Susan thought. His hands 
dragged her robe up over her ass and grabbed the wide 
cheeks. His mouth was opened wide and his tongue 
reached deeply into her mouth.

They rolled over so Susan was on the bottom. Fred 
wiggled down her body until his face was buried in her 
tits. With his hands and mouth, he attacked those 
mountains of softness with eager greed.

"Your tits are so much bigger than Aunt Pat's," he said 
just before stuffing a silver dollar-sized nipple into 
his mouth.

Fred devoured her tit like a starving beggar would 
devour a steak. After having her sister nibble at her 
tits with feminine tenderness, her son's voracious 
appetite for her boobs amazed and thrilled her.

Fred's head wagged from side to side as he forced more 
and more tit into his mouth. While he sucked, his hands 
also kept busy on those fleshy melons. But Susan had to 
interrupt him. She had to have him undress.

"Take your clothes off, honey," she said.

She wasn't sure the boy could pull himself away from 
his feast, but those words coming from his own mother 
had such a sexy effect on him that he was able to stop. 
Jumping off the bed, he tore at his clothes 
desperately. Susan almost laughed. But she was much too 
interested in the sight of his cock. She slipped out of 
her robe.

The sight of Fred's prick standing before him and 
hopping up and down was burned into her consciousness 
forever, even though she only got a quick look at it. 
As soon as the boy stepped out of his underpants, he 
leaped on top of her again.

When Susan felt his bone pressing into her thigh, she 
knew what she was in for. She hadn't felt a cock that 
size in her cunt since Fred's father died.

"Oh, Fred, Fred, Fred!" she muttered deliriously as he 
continued gobbling up her jugs.

Now, as he sucked her tits, Fred reached down to her 
crotch. Taking the plump mound into his strong hand, he 
sent a finger smoothly up her flowing cunt tunnel. The 
practice he'd had on his aunt's pussy came in handy.

Susan spread her legs. Having her son's finger reaching 
up her cunt was a thrill. She especially loved the way 
he ground the palm of his hand on her pussy over her 
clit as he finger-fucked her.

Remembering the scene she witnessed the night before, 
Susan's mouth began to water in hunger for his prick. 
Although his mouth was doing wonderful things to her 
tits, she would have to forego that pleasure for a 
greater one.

"Fred, let me suck you," she said as she began crawling 
toward his crotch. "Leave your finger in my cunt, 
though."

Fred found his mother swiveling around so her crotch 
was near his face and her head was at his prick. This 
is what he'd been waiting for -- a chance to study a 
cunt in broad daylight.

But he couldn't study it without distraction. He felt 
his mother's hand grab his prick, then her mouth 
surrounded it. Once again the boy had the pleasure of 
having his prick in the hot and wet grip of a sucking 
mouth.

"M-m-m-m-m," Susan sighed with satisfaction when her 
mouth was filled.

Even with his head spinning with ecstasy, Fred could 
examine the cunt in front of him. His finger was still 
sunk in its depths. He could see how the cunt was 
spread as the mound was swollen with his mother's 
excitement. Pink ridges of slippery flesh surrounded 
the inserted finger.

Fred stuck his other hand into her crotch and spread 
the gash farther. Now it was opened like a blooming 
flower. He could see now all those folds and creases 
that he had discovered in his aunt's twat with his 
fingers in the dark.

With his middle finger remaining up the cunt-tube, he 
put his thumb on the fold of skin that hid the 
clitoris. Just as his aunt had jerked her body when he 
touched her clit, his mother now did likewise. He could 
make her whole body shake merely by wiggling his thumb.

But the sensations of having his cock sucked began to 
overcome the pleasure of studying that snatch. His 
mother was every bit as skillful at cock-sucking as his 
aunt. Her mouth was squeezing his cock-head between her 
tongue and the roof of her mouth. Then she would snake 
her tongue around beneath the prick-knob.

Fred began to breathe deeply in passionate excitement. 
And the air he breathed was damp with his mother's cunt 
odor. As the smell grew stronger, he was filled with a 
longing to taste the source of it.

He had heard the guys at school joking about cunt 
lapping. He never thought it could be much fun to suck 
a twat, but now he couldn't resist. It seemed like the 
next logical step.

He pulled his finger from the deep pit it had been 
swimming in. Then, holding his mother's thighs wide 
open, he moved his head between them. As he brought his 
mouth within licking distance of that pussy mound, he 
almost forgot about the ecstasy of the blow job he was 
receiving in his wild lust.

When Susan felt his first tentative laps, she thought 
of her first cunt-sucking experience the day before. 
But like everything else Fred did, he was soon filling 
her pussy with powerful, energetic tongue strokes.

Mother and son lay there writhing with the pleasure of 
each other's mouth on the most sensitive inches of 
their bodies. Roth of their heads were moving to add 
friction and length to their tongue strokes.

Fred knew right away that cunt-lapping was an important 
discovery for him. He thought fucking and getting blow 
jobs was all there was to sex, but now he knew 
differently. With his mother's thighs around his head, 
he was washing his face in her fragrant juice.

When he sent his tongue up her cunt-tube he felt her 
body react as though he were sticking his prick up 
there. Then he slid his tongue up to her clit. That 
made her whole body quake with even more force than it 
had when he had touched that clit with his finger. As 
Fred settled down with routine tongue swipes, he began 
concentrating on his prick. His mother used a slightly 
different sucking technique than his aunt had used.

Susan was taking his prick deep down her throat. At the 
same time, she was doing wonderful things to his balls 
with her hand. Fred realized that his mother was going 
to drive him wild with her mouth, but not bring him 
off. He decided to do the same to her, so he used his 
tongue on her tunnel and inner-lips, but stayed away 
from her clit.

Fred and Susan kept at it until they were both almost 
insane with passion. Then Susan couldn't resist any 
longer. She had to have that prized cock up her snatch.

"Fuck me now!" she said when she took her mouth from 
his prick.

When Fred lifted his face from that soaking crotch. He 
felt how wet it had become. There was cum juice all 
over his cheeks and chin, and it was running down his 
neck. As Susan rolled over on her back and spread her 
legs, he tried to wipe it up, but there was just too 
much of it.

It seemed incredible to see his mother's familiar face 
over that very unfamiliar body. Although he'd been 
watching her lake baths for some time, she looked 
different spread out beside him on the bed.

He dropped down on top of her. Her gigantic tits buoyed 
his body as he guided his prick to her gaping twat. 
This time, he had no trouble at all sinking the tool 
into that tunnel.

"Oh, Fred, I love it!" Susan said.

Her pussy had to do some stretching to accommodate that 
big cock. And when he began pumping, she could feel her 
cunt lining being tugged and shoved.

With his cock in the depths of a cunt again, Fred was 
seized by a fit of powerful lust. His body seemed to be 
acting automatically. He braced his knees on the bed so 
he could drive his cock with steady and forceful 
thrusts.

After the sucking that prick had received, it didn't 
take him long to feel his climax blooming. The same was 
true of his mother. They were blasting off to heaven 
together.

"Oh-h-h-h, oh-h-h-h-h, oh-h-h-h-h-h!" Susan wailed 
louder and louder.

"Mom! Uh, Mom! I'm going to come!" Fred gasped.

He felt her cunt gripping his prick just as his prick 
began firing gobs of gism into her. Their hips came 
together with violence as pure bliss filled them.

Fred hated to stop. Even when he had run out of cum his 
hips kept jerking. But finally his strength was gone. 
He relaxed on the pillows of his mother's tits.

"That was the best fuck I've had in a while," Susan 
said.

"Better than Clark?" Fred asked.

"Well, just as good," Susan said. She didn't want the 
boy to get a swelled head. But being devastated by him 
was more exciting than Clark's more civilized fucking.

"Did you fuck me because Aunt Pat did?" he asked.

"No, I don't think so. I guess I've wanted to fuck you 
for a long time. But before Pat came, I didn't think it 
was possible."

"Can we fuck all the time now?" Fred asked.


Chapter 8
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When Pat left the apartment she had no intention of 
going window-shopping on Fifth Avenue. There was 
something else she wanted to do. She went and met 
Clark. Fortunately, on her coming back Susan didn't ask 
Pat where she had spent the afternoon. Pat hadn't quite 
decided what to reply to that question if it had been 
put to her. Now she wouldn't have to. But Pat had a 
question she was dying to ask.

Susan was alone in the kitchen, preparing dinner. Fred 
was in his room. Pat went into the kitchen and picked a 
piece of carrot from the salad Susan was making.

"How'd it go?" she asked.

"What?" Susan asked innocently.

Pat felt a tingle run through her. The way her sister 
was acting made it obvious that she had scored with 
Fred. But Pat was intent on making her admit it.

"Come on, you know what I'm talking about," she said.

"I don't," Susan insisted.

"Well, if you want to keep it a secret, that's your 
privilege."

"I'm not keeping any secrets from you, Pat. I don't 
know what you're talking about," Susan said.

"Okay, have it your way," Pat said.

Pat had decided to approach the subject from another 
direction. But that would have to wait until later.

When they sat down to eat, Pat studied Fred. The boy 
didn't look at her the same way he had before. That 
confirmed her suspicions.

"Did you see anything interesting this afternoon?" 
Susan asked her sister, just to make conversation.

Pat almost said that she had seen something very 
interesting. But then she decided to give the pot 
another stir.

"Oh, didn't I tell you? I didn't go window shopping 
after all. I stopped in to see Clark."

Susan's face went blank. Her fear of competition was 
clearly written in her eyes. Pat merely smiled slightly 
and passed the potatoes.

"Did you have a nice time?" Susan asked, struggling to 
keep her voice from shaking.

"Very," was all Pat said in reply.

Fred looked from one woman to the other. He didn't like 
being a pawn in their game, but what the hell -- he was 
getting fucked.

Susan didn't say much more during dinner. Fred was 
quiet too. That left Pat's small talk as the only 
sound.

"I'm going to the movie that's playing around the 
corner this evening," Pat announced after dinner. "And 
don't worry, Susan. I'm not going to see Clark."

"I wasn't worried," Susan said. But of course she was.

Actually, Pat had no intention of going out at all. But 
she had a plan. Making a big display of getting ready 
to go out, she tried on different coats, asked everyone 
how, she looked, then changed again. When she was 
finally ignored by Fred and Susan who were busy in the 
kitchen cleaning up, she said good-bye. She opened the 
door, then slammed it without going on.

Pat went to Fred's room. Now if Susan and Fred fucked 
again, she would join them. And if Susan went to 
Clark's to find out what was going on, Fred would be 
all hers. She couldn't help smiling to herself when she 
thought of the fun she was going to have.

She was already enjoying her game. As she quietly hung 
up her coat, she could hear Fred and Susan talking in 
the kitchen. She would have bet they were talking about 
her, and she loved to eavesdrop. She went to the 
bedroom door to hear better.

"Are you mad at Aunt Pat for going over to Clark's 
today?" Fred was asking.

"No, not really," Susan said. "Pat has been doing that 
sort of thing to me since we were teenagers."

"Do you think she fucked him?"

"No," Susan said. "She just wants to make me jealous."

Pat could hear the uncertainty in Susan's voice, even 
from the distance from which she was listening.

"It's all so confusing," Fred said. "But I'm having a 
great time."

"So am I," Susan said. "I just hope it lasts."

"Can we fuck again tonight?" Fred asked.

Pat smiled when she heard the boy say that. And she 
hoped Susan would say yes.

"Fred, your hands are wet. Come on now, let's finish 
the dishes first," Susan said.

Pat pictured the boy grabbing his mother. Good boy, she 
thought. Grabbing her own tits, she could hardly wait 
for the coming orgy. When she heard footsteps, she 
ducked into Fred's closet. But they went into Susan's 
room.

Pat came out of the closet and went back to the door. 
Faintly, sounds of kissing were coming from Susan's 
room. Pat would give them time to get good and wrapped 
up in passion before making her appearance. That way, 
Susan would be less likely to throw her out.

When Pat heard the rustle of clothing from the next 
room, she took off her own clothes.

"Your tits are so much bigger than Aunt Pat's," Fred 
was saying.

Pat felt a twinge of jealousy when she heard that. 
Maybe that was one reason she liked to give her sister 
a hard time, she thought.

"I get my tits from my father's side of the family," 
Susan said. "Your Grandma Jones had the biggest jugs 
I've ever seen."

There wasn't any more conversation. That was a good 
sign, Pat thought. Still, she would wait a little 
longer. Meanwhile, she grabbed her cunt with one hand 
and a tit with the other.

Before long, Pat found that her lust wouldn't let her 
wait another second. Creeping into the hall, she peeked 
into Susan's room. The sight that met her eyes made her 
cunt drool. Susan was lying on her back, and Fred had 
his face buried in her tits.

The sounds of tit-sucking made Pat even more eager to 
get into that scene. She was surprised at her own 
nervousness, though. To bolster her courage, she lifted 
a hand from her cunt to her face and breathed in the 
odor of her cunt.

Fortified with the smell of sex in her nostrils, she 
strolled into her sister's room. Susan lifted her head 
from the pillow and stared at her in amazed disbelief 
Fred, sensing that something was happening, looked at 
his mother's face. Then he followed her gaze to Pat's 
naked body.

"I thought you went out," Susan said.

"Oh, didn't I tell you? I changed my mind," Pat said.

Susan's face showed a little anger, but a lot of lust. 
She was already hot from her preliminaries with Fred, 
and the sight of her sister's body added to her 
passion.

Fred, naturally, was grinning with lustful happiness. 
The idea of having both these chicks at the same time 
was fantastic.

"Let me join you two," Pat said and walked slowly 
toward the bed.

"Why not?" Susan said.

Actually, Susan was eager to get her hands on Pat 
again. But she didn't want to show it. She was still 
jealous.

Pat got on the bed opposite from Fred. The boy was 
staring wide-eyed as Pat touched one of Susan's huge 
tits. Then she lowered her face to her sister's and 
kissed her hungrily.

"Your mother and I have already had a fling," Pat said 
to Fred.

The boy went back to the tit he'd been sucking, but he 
kept his eyes on his aunt. As he filled his mouth with 
a hard nipple, he saw Pat do the same.

The sight of the lesbian action had a profound effect 
on the boy. He opened his mouth wider and gobbled up 
more tit flesh as though he were in a contest with his 
perverted aunt. With two mouths sucking her tits, Susan 
was soon moaning softly.

Fred saw Pat slide a hand down his mother's stomach to 
her cunt. He sent a hand down there, too. In the tight 
curls on that plump mound, his fingers met Pat's. 
Together, they reached to the crack of the cunt and 
spread it. They divided the pussy in half. But Susan 
had only one tunnel, and they had to share it. Fred 
slipped a finger up it first. Susan let out a groan 
when her cunt was penetrated, then a louder one when 
Pat's finger joined Fred's up her tight cunt-sleeve.

Suddenly Fred felt something hot and wet in his ear. He 
realized that Pat had left Susan's tit to stick her 
tongue in his ear. Pat's finger remained with Fred's in 
Susan's cunt, but her mouth was now devoted to the boy.

Pat kissed her way down his neck, over his chest, and, 
moving her body over Susan's, down his stomach. As Pat 
crawled among the tangle of legs, she took one hand 
from Susan's cunt and replaced it with the other. That 
way, she was able to get into sucking position.

Still stirring her sister's twat, Pat began placing 
kisses and licks on Fred's prick. He had rolled over so 
the stiff cock was pointing at the ceiling.

After kissing her way up and down the shaft a few 
times, Pat stuck the cock into her mouth. Fred had been 
sucking his mother's tit, but now he lifted his face to 
watch his aunt.

Susan began moving around so her head was pointing in 
the opposite direction, toward the foot of the bed. 
Fred's and Pat's finger remained in her cunt as she 
pivoted around. Fred was surprised to see his mother go 
after Pat's cunt with her tongue.

Pat brought her crotch up toward Susan's face to meet 
her half-way. Then she spread her thighs, and Susan 
stuck her head into her pussy. Fred could see his 
mother's tongue wiggling in Pat's twat. The sight made 
his own mouth water.

His mother's cunt was not far from his face. He could 
see it spread and gaping around the fingers that were 
still in it. But he took his finger out and leaned his 
face toward it. Giving his aunt's hand a playful bite 
she took her hand out of the way.

Pat was sucking his cock with a gentle tugging. Susan 
was slurping softly in Pat's cunt. The boy made the 
chain complete by having his mother's cunt his best 
tongue workout.

Fred rolled his mother's hips until he could look over 
her ass at the action on the other end of the bed. He 
could see Pat's head bobbing steadily on his prick. Her 
hand gripped the base of the cock as though she were 
afraid it would get away.

His mother's face was hidden in Pat's crotch, but he 
could see her jaw moving and the sound of her tongue in 
the wet envelope of Pat's cunt could be heard.

Susan lifted her head from Pat's crotch after a while 
and replaced it with her hand. Playing her fingertips 
around in the juicy slot should do the trick, she 
thought. Then she moved her head beside her sister's at 
Fred's cock.

Watching from between his mother's thighs, the boy saw 
her nuzzle her face to his balls. Pat's face was 
hovering over his prick as she sucked it, but Susan 
managed to get at his balls.

With his tongue still sliding around in his mother's 
cunt, Fred watched his aunt relinquish his prick to his 
mother. As Susan took the fat prick-knob into her 
mouth, Pat took over kissing his balls. Having both of 
those women nibbling at his crotch was almost 
unbelievable to the boy. Pat stuck her tongue out and 
licked his balls and the crease between his balls and 
thigh.

Fred had to pull his face from his mother's cunt.

He just couldn't miss the thrill of watching what was 
happening to him. His mother's tits were on his side, 
and Pat's were resting on one of his thighs.

Susan passed his prick back to Pat, who sucked for a 
while. They had brought their hands to his crotch and 
ass and were touching every one of his most sensitive 
spots. One of Pat's fingers was tickling his asshole 
and his mother was holding his balls.

The two chicks were passing his prick back and forth 
and were soon both sucking it at the same time. Their 
tongues and mouths came together on his pulsing cock 
head.

"Wow!" Fred said in the heat of sexual dizziness. "I 
can't believe this!"

His mother and aunt both looked up at him as they 
continued sucking him as a team. Their eyes smiled with 
pride.

As they sucked, they began to go after each other's 
tongues more and the prick less. Fred didn't mind. The 
sight of them kissing and tonguing each other was a 
real joy.

Soon, Fred's prick was almost forgotten as the women 
went after each other. They wrapped their arms around 
their bodies, crushing their tits together. They were 
lying over Fred's legs, but he crawled out from under 
them.

Fred was trying to find a way to wedge himself between 
their tightly clamped bodies. It didn't look easy, but 
he stuck a hand into the compressed tits. As though 
suddenly reminded of his presence, the women let go of 
each other and grabbed him.

"Fuck me, honey!" his mother said to him.

"Get in me!" Pat said, simultaneously.

The women looked, at each other. He couldn't fuck both 
of them, or could he?

"Come here," Pat said to Susan. "Lie here, like this."

Pat had Susan's ass at the edge of the bed, her legs 
hanging over the side. Then she got on top of her 
sister. Her legs were folded beside Susan's hips. Their 
tits were again pressed together.

Fred saw what he had to do. Hopping off the bed, he 
went where the chicks' crotches were stacked on top of 
each other.

"There," Pat said. "Stick it in one of us then the 
other."

Fred looked at the cunts. The cunts made one long line, 
their clits almost touching. He had to bend his knees 
slightly to get his prick lined up with those twats, 
but he could brace them against the side of the bed.

Before plugging into either cunt, he ran the head of 
his prick up and down both gashes. The inner-lips of 
both were sticking out, and his cock moved along those 
wet ridges smoothly.

Susan and Pat were kissing deeply again as Fred stroked 
their pussies with the hot bulb of his cock. Then he 
slipped it into the upper crack, Pat's. He buried the 
rod to the hilt in her tight cave, then pulled it out. 
Lowering his aim slightly, he plunged it into the lower 
crack.

His mother's twat stretched over the prick as Fred 
filled it. He heard his mother groan, but the sound was 
muffled by Pat's tongue, which was in her mouth. Now 
Fred could tell that his mother's snatch was a slight 
bit tighter than his aunt's.

Withdrawing his cock from his mother's snatch, he 
reinserted it into Pat's. After a few dips into each 
pussy, he was getting good at raising and lowering his 
hips just the right amount. And the cuntal-tubes were 
gaping open now, making it easy to go from one to the 
other.

"Oh, God!" Fred gasped as his prick began to buzz.

Every time he pulled it from one cunt, on the way to 
the other, he saw the tool twitching. The coating of 
slippery cream on it made it feel cool in the air of 
the room.

He was going to come. The first cum shot into Pat's 
twat, and Fred wanted to keep it in that cunt while he 
came. But he made the effort to keep switching. During 
the trip to the other cunt, a bullet of jism hit his 
aunt's ass-cheek.

"Uh-h, uh-h-h, uh-h-h!" he grunted as he kept his prick 
commuting.

Both women were making noises of lust into each other's 
mouth. Their bodies twitched, but Fred knew he hadn't 
brought either of them off. But that didn't worry him 
at all. He was sure they would take care of each other.

When he couldn't stab those cracks any longer, he threw 
himself on the bed beside the kissing women. He watched 
as Pat began sliding down his mother's body. She 
dropped down between her legs to the floor. Then Pat 
put her face to Susan's twat.

Fred knew that his mother had caught a good deal of his 
jism, and that her cunt would be awash with the gooey 
stuff. But Pat dove right into that sopping cunt. She 
loved drinking his cream from the vessel of her 
sister's crotch.

But Pat wasn't merely lapping up Fred's spilled jism. 
It became obvious in the way Susan began moaning that 
Pat was giving her a good tonguing of the clit.

"Oh, Pat," Susan moaned. "Oh, you're wonderful. Oh-h-h-
H-H-H!"

Fred watched his mother go wild as Pat's head bobbed 
and nodded at her pussy. He put one hand lightly on a 
swaying tit to feel it move. He could see his mother 
was slipping into orgasmic delirium.

"E-e-e-e-a-a-a-a-h-h-h-h-h-h!" Susan wailed.

When Pat lifted her face, Fred saw how it was smeared 
with the wetness of her sister's cunt. Pat crawled up 
over her sister, straddling her and moving toward her 
head. As she dragged her cunt over Susan's stomach, she 
left a track of dripping jism.

Pausing over Susan's chest, Pat let her catch her 
breath. Then she brought her soaking twat over Susan's 
face.

"Eat me!" she said. "Make me come!"

Pat lowered her crotch as Susan stuck out her tongue. 
Fred lay beside them, watching and imagining the load 
of jism that must be running into his mother's mouth.

Susan grabbed her sister by the ass as she wiped out 
her cunt with broad swipes of her long tongue. Pat 
grabbed her own tits and threw her head back. It was 
quite a sexy pose, Fred thought as he watched in 
amazement.

Fred's prick was getting hard again, but there didn't 
seem to be anywhere to stick it at the moment. He 
solved that problem by grabbing it in his fist. He 
hadn't jerked off in a while -- he'd been too busy. But 
now it seemed like a great idea.

Pumping his prick for all he was worth and watching the 
scene of utter perversion before him, he quickly rose 
to the heights of passion.

Pat was beginning to groan with joy. Beneath her, 
Susan's head was struggling. Then, with a piercing 
scream, Pat had a ripping orgasm. Pat tumbled off 
Susan's head, landing on her own head on the mattress.

"Wow! I never saw anything so weird in my life," Fred 
said to the women as he pumped his prick.

They looked at him just in time to see him squeeze his 
eyes shut in the grip of an orgasm. Susan held out her 
hand and caught the few drops of jism that he managed 
to produce. She licked the treasure from her hand. Pat 
cleaned the rest from Fred's prick with her mouth.

They all got beneath the blankets to enjoy the deep 
relaxation that the kinky sex had left them. Fred was 
in the middle with tits pressing against him from both 
sides.

"Gee, just think," Fred mused. "A few days ago I was a 
virgin."

"Just show what being a good boy will do for you," Pat 
said.

"I've really enjoyed all this," Susan said. "But there 
is one thing I am worried about, Clark."

"I wouldn't worry about him." Pat said. "He can be 
handled."

"You sound pretty sure," Susan said. "Just what 
happened between you and him?"

"As you suspect, we fucked," Pat admitted. "But I think 
he only fucked me because you were ignoring him. He did 
it to get your attention."

"I don't blame him or you," Susan said. "I did treat 
him badly. And I was such a fool to be jealous of you 
two."

"I don't want to spoil things between you and Clark, 
Mom," Fred said. "If you don't want to fuck me any 
more, I'll understand."

"Let's not get maudlin," Pat said to them. "You two 
have a great thing going. Clark would be crazy not to 
want to be a part of it."

"Only if he is invited..."

Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain,
Seeking a home where he himself is free.


(America never was America to me.)

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

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