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The Harlot Seed
by Jeremy Baker (address withheld)
Originally published by TheEditor
***
Regina Abbott felt all shaky inside, tremulous as any
schoolgirl about to leave on her first date. But it
wasn't her first date and she was far from being a girl
anymore. She was, up to now, a respectable married
woman thirty five years old, with children of her own.
(MF, Fb, ped, wife-cheat)
***
* Chapter 1 *
Now she was about to take the irrevocable step that
would turn her into a cheating wife. She knew it and
Chuck knew it, and once she screwed Chuck Baker, there
was no turning back.
But she wanted to lay the husband of her best friend,
she had to lay Chuck, or go out of her mind. And it was
worse because she knew he wanted her just as
passionately, and had, for a long, long time.
And it wasn't as if she was just any discontented slut,
ready to take on any man who made himself available to
her whims and fancies. Regina loved her own husband,
loved him truly and well, and their sex had always been
very good together. But of late, their love making had
been turned into a habit pattern, more a routine than
spontaneous excitement.
Regina drew a deep and steadying breath. She had never
been screwed by another man, not in all her life. She
had been a virgin when she married, she'd never, never
cheated on Bill before. And not yet, she thought,
glancing nervously at the kitchen door. There was still
time to give Chuck a call, to back out of the thing
that had been building so intensely between them for so
long.
And yet there was no time at all, for if she didn't
make the move now, she might never get up the nerve
again, and Regina wanted so badly to be fucked by
another man, especially by Chuck Baker. She wanted him
with a desire that had built itself into an obsession;
now she was about to gratify that awful yearning.
Regina ran her hands over her hips, smoothing down the
hostess gown she wore for the occasion. It was slinky,
and clung to her tall, willowy body with insinuating
folds of translucent material. Her body was good, she
admitted, tall and sleek, and her breasts stood high.
Regina was glad she'd taken such good care of herself,
after having the kids.
Chuck adored her body; he'd whispered that in her ear
at the last party, when he'd taken on enough liquor to
break down the barrier that stood between them -- the
fact that they were both married. To which other facts
could be added: they both had teenage children; they
were good friends with each other's mates; they lived
right next door to each other.
She jumped when she heard his steps on the back porch,
and swallowed hard. He was here, and suddenly she
wanted very much to run, to hide herself in the rec
room -- anywhere. Regina was afraid.
He made it better for her when he slipped quickly
through the kitchen door and closed it behind him.
"Regina, you look beautiful as ever; no -- more so,
even."
"Th-thank you," she murmured, and felt the flush of her
face, the tingles that raced over her skin at the sight
and the nearness of him.
Her lover-to-be, Regina thought, and knew the
quickening of her heartbeat, a swiftness of her pulse.
She was young as her daughter just now, eager and
excited, the blood racing in her veins.
Chuck said, "We've waited such a long time, Regina. And
it's not often that both families are gone like this.
All afternoon, darling; we have one whole afternoon to
ourselves."
She looked at him, at his dear face and the compelling
maleness of Chuck Baker, his lean and rangy body and
the red-brown hair touched over the temples with grey.
His green eyes held hers, and she dropped her gaze to
his strong mouth, to the moustache there. "W-we'd
better not waste any of this precious time, then:" she
said.
He moved toward her, but she drifted away from him,
down the lower hall to the safest place she could find
in her own home, the bedroom of her son. Dale was at
the beach with the other kids, and if by some odd
circumstance should come home ahead of the rest, he
always went first to the kitchen and clattered about
there, assuaging his ever-present hunger.
His mother had a hunger of her own now, a burgeoning
need that filled her body and shook her mind, so that
her head spun and her knees went weak. Inside her son's
room, she turned helplessly, her mouth soft and her
eyes damp.
"Chuck -- here -- this room -- I-I wish..."
He came to her and folded her close, pulled her against
his hard body. "I know, I know, dear. I wish it could
be some magic mountain top, too. But we don't have the
choice, and I'm so glad for this much."
She felt his organ against her, his breath warm in her
ear and along her throat. Shivering, she thought:
another man's prick; she'd never even seen another one,
much less felt it shoving against her belly like this.
So long, she thought; so very rigid.
His hands were moving over her, sliding and caressing,
knowing the dip of her waist and the small of her back.
Deliciously, she trembled into him, lifting the
eagerness of her mouth, and as his strong lips closed
upon hers, Chuck cupped both her breasts. She gave him
her mouth, surrendering completely to the hot probing
of his tongue, realizing the strong clash of his teeth
against her own. Oh, but he was so male, and yet so
tender, his palms mashing her boobs only to allow them
to spring up once more, their nipples hard for the
fondling of his fingers.
Oh lord, she thought; her legs were giving way, and she
could only cling desperately to Chuck Baker, shaken and
suddenly afraid. He moved her backward to the bed, her
son's bed, and he was gentle with her there, bending
her down and placing her upon the sheet with care.
Regina closed her eyes and bit into her lower lip,
feeling his hands as they unzipped the hostess gown,
feeling the air upon her naked flesh as he peeled the
dress back and away to expose her body.
Regina was shamed; no man had ever seen her like this
before, only her lawful wedded husband. She bit down
upon her guilt and leaped convulsively as Chuck's face
found her breasts and nuzzled there. His hands were on
her waist, her belly, and his mouth -- oh lord, the hot
wetness of his mouth! -- was kissing over the mound of
her tit, then locking suction upon the nipple. She
couldn't stand it. Her hips bucked and her ass twisted,
and before Regina realized what she was doing, her
fingers were locked into the richness of his hair and
pulling his mouth harder over her tit.
Chuck groaned into her skin, and suddenly she knew the
entire shape of his prick, the length and the roundness
of it against her hip. Slowly, with little frightened
movements, her fingers inched down to touch it. The
head was velvet soft, yet packed with a threatening
kind of strength, and her fingertips trailed
exploringly along the flanged glans, feeling the ridged
outline and the cunning bluntness of its point.
There was a warmth on the tip, an interesting wetness
that slid jelly-like between her fingers, and Regina
realized that it was his pre-seminal fluid. A shock
raced through her, and she quickly withdrew her hand.
When her husband was young, he had gotten that excited,
so much so that his cock leaked in urgency. But that
had been quite a while back, and now she was feeling
that slippery fluid from another man!
He was going to -- they were about to -- shuddering,
Regina breathed deeply and raggedly, her body turned
complete traitor to her mind, betraying all the solid
years of wifely duties.
Chuck's hand was moving down her belly, now, and her
thighs opened willingly to receive its caress. He took
her mound in hand, his palm making her labia tingle,
his fingers thrilling the ridge to her ass and the soft
inner skin of her thighs, his thumb probing for the
tender hood standing guard to her clitoris.
"Oh darling," he panted, "oh, baby; I knew you would
feel this way, all soft and wonderful. You're so
beautiful and so sexy -- I've envied Bill for years,
because he could hold your cunt like this, and kiss
your tits like this -- "
She was so needed, so wanted and appreciated; his need
made her more of a woman, made her more giving and
adoring. She stroked his hair and sighed as his finger
eased carefully into the dampened lips of her pussy. A
strange probing, this, a different kind of feeling
about, pushing so delicately and lovingly into the
liquid warmth that now was her receptive vagina.
His cock, she thought, was new, his darling cock!
Suddenly and breathtakingly swift, it was nestled,
throbbing in her grasp -- Chuck's prick, his love tool,
veined and pulsing with his male hunger. It was heavy
and long and solid, and below the shaft were the balls
encased in the softly wrinkled sac and the thick,
springy covering of hair.
This was the prick she desired, the cock that was going
to take the place of her husband's within her pussy.
This was the prick that her best friend had been
fucking for years and years, but now within seconds,
Regina was going to also know the richness of it.
His wife would never know, and neither would her
husband. And it wasn't as if they were depriving
someone else of sex; they weren't. She and Chuck were
just -- just taking something for themselves. If that
was being greedy or sneaky or whatever anyone wanted to
call it, okay. They'd gone too far to drop it now, even
if they wanted to.
And they didn't. She clutched the powerful meaty rod as
he fingered her cunt, and her ass heaved in
anticipation. Pulling him to her by his joint, Regina
urged him to mount her. She spread her knees and lifted
them, and there he was between them, lowering his body
as she tugged insistently at his cock, as she guided
the swollen head of it into the quivering wetness of
her pubic hair.
"Regina," he breathed, "Regina."
And that was all then, because with one strong shove of
his hips, he thrust the length and breadth of his prick
up into her hot body.
"Oooh!" she cried out, impaled upon this strange cock,
nailed by his different, loving prick. It was thick and
long, and she rolled her ass to fit it even more firmly
within her sheath, knowing the pressure of his balls in
the crack of her ass. It was more than good -- it was
wonderful, thrilling her so deeply, penetrating to her
belly.
Regina wiggled upon it, wrapped her arms around his
neck and drew his face down to hers, meeting his mouth
with a violence, a savagery that surprised them both.
Her belly hammered up at his, and her pubic mound tried
to enclose his. Tilting far back, so that she was on
her shoulder blades, Regina hiked up her lower body.
That way, she could take it all, every fucking inch of
the precious meat, take it clear to the cup of her womb
and revel in the way it filled her clenching pussy. She
rocked back and forth on Chuck's plunging cock, and
hooked her heels behind his knees so she could hang on
to him as he fucked.
As they fucked -- sweetly and with hunger and long
deprivation. His prick worked in and out of the hot,
juicy vagina, and she met it stroke for stroke,
grinding upon it, rubbing her pelvis into Chuck's, now
tearing at the skin of his back, now biting his neck,
his chest.
"Baby," he grunted, panted, "oh baby -- you're so hot
and tight and slick! Oh Regina -- you beautiful, hot
piece of ass!"
She said it into his chest hair: "Fuck me, darling! Oh,
stick that lovely cock away up inside my pussy and fuck
me until I faint. Put it in me hard, Chuck -- hard! I'm
not fragile and I won't break, so fuck me hard!"
He picked up the pace, ramming it to her cunt with
additional power, pounding it home and pulling back for
more strong lunges that rocked the bed on its legs and
made the head of it bump the wall. Just as the head of
his prick was bumping her womb wall, and Regina felt
the crazy good wondrous feeling burst forth from her
ecstatic clit to spread throughout her heaving, surging
pussy, to flash throughout her belly, her body, her
mind.
"Chuck... oh Chuck! I-I'm coming, coming!"
He fed the meat to her steadily and powerfully,
cramming it deep and drawing it out shallow, plunging
it balls-deep once more. Regina shuddered and melted in
the throes of her overwhelming orgasm, hunched
convulsively upon the still-hammering cock and felt her
legs sliding down his sweaty back.
Then Chuck stiffened out, his rhythm broken, the long
prick gone still as the head of it expanded. Regina
could feel the glans ballooning, and suddenly she knew
the spurting of his come, the hot, saturating explosion
of his semen as it bombed against her womb and came
showering back to flood the trembling walls of her
pussy. So thick, so slippery; so hot and gushy -- and
it seemed as if Chuck meant to drown her in his
ejaculation, for the creamy stuff continued to flow.
"Ahh, baby," Chuck sighed, "it feels so great to let my
come go inside your gorgeous cunt. I've wanted to fuck
you for a long time, and now at last I've done it. I
don't ever want to stop."
She kissed his throat, his cheek, his mouth. "And I
don't ever want you to stop screwing me, Chuck. It's so
terrific, so wild. My dear, my darling -- ooh -- when I
wiggle this way, your cock slides around inside me and
tickles like crazy."
He stroked it slowly and sweetly within her for a while
longer, then began to lift his weight from her body.
She wouldn't let him go, but held him tightly to her,
kept him buried inside her, and forced him to roll over
onto his side.
"I wasn't going to quit," Chuck said. "I just have to
catch my breath. I want to do it all to you, Regina --
to fuck you and eat you and turn you every way but
loose."
"Oh, yes," she breathed, "oh yes, let's just do
everything."
And then Regina remembered that she didn't know how to
do everything, that she had in actuality led a very
sheltered sex life. Her husband didn't experiment. Bill
was strong and mostly willing and he just loved to do
it to her straight, but he had never even kissed her
belly as far down as the navel, and of course, she'd
never dared to suggest she perform oral love upon him,
either.
She had only heard of other things, and didn't even
know if she really wanted to try them. For the moment,
she ought to be content just to have this extra love,
this extra special screwing by a man she'd wanted for
just about forever, it seemed. And even if they never
got the opportunity again, here and now they could fuck
until they would have to part later in the afternoon,
when the families came back from the beach.
Regina reached down between their legs to fondle
Chuck's balls. She wouldn't tell him how naive she was,
she thought; whatever he started, she would simply go
along with, as if it was old stuff to her, and hope
that she wouldn't make an idiot of herself.
Funny, she thought, but she didn't feel at all guilty
about this; maybe that burden would come later, when
she'd had time to think over her infidelity. But the
golden chance was here, with her lover, and she meant
to make the most of it.
"Oh darling," she whispered, sensing rather than
feeling the slight softening of his cock, clenched
within the lips of her pussy, "I've always envied your
wife, too. Stella is so lucky, to have you whenever she
wants you."
Chuck wiggled against her, slid his pubic mound over
hers and the shaft of his prick nudged her clitoris.
Regina was amazed to feel how wet her thighs were, from
both his release and her own juices. He said: "That's
not very often, any more. Stella is -- was -- a hell of
a lay, until she got bored with it all. Maybe it's my
fault; I don't know. I only know that I'm happier here
between your legs than I've been in a long time."
"Me, too," Regina admitted. "I suppose I shouldn't
think about your wife, or my husband, but I..."
He cut in: "I know what you mean. Somehow, they're
mixed up in this. It isn't just you and me, but Stella
and Bill, too."
"This is a hell of a note," Regina said. "Here we are,
all coiled together with your penis up me, and all we
can talk about are our spouses."
"All right," Chuck said. "No more talk -- just action."
And with that, he withdrew himself from her pussy,
sliding his long cock out with a deft movement that
caused a wetly gulping sound from her labia.
Gently, he urged her over onto her back, and Regina
felt a quick thrusting of renewed anticipation, a
tingle of the new and unexpected. He was going to do
something else to her, she thought for sure he couldn't
be ready to screw again so quickly.
"You have such lovely tits," he said, "high and firm
and round. They're bigger than Stella's, and one of
these days, I'm going to have you squeeze them together
around my cock. But right now, I have something else in
mind."
He began at her throat, nipping the skin and kissing
down to the valley of her breasts. His mouth slipped
from one erectile nipple to the other, biting tenderly,
sucking hungrily. Then he moved down to her rib cage,
his breath hot and provoking, his tongue leaving a
fiery trail across her sensitive flesh.
Regina shivered, her hands straying down to touch his
hair, while her hips made pendulum movements. So
tantalizing, she thought, so very sensuous -- like
nothing that she and her own husband had done before.
Chuck's face was lower on her body than Bill's had ever
reached, and the excitement was indescribable.
Wet and warm, his tongue darted into her belly-button,
and Regina's cheeks knotted together in a spasming
reflex as her ass clenched. His hands wandered over her
hips, her belly, back up to fondle the moundings of her
swollen breasts, and she thought that this must be some
special kind of heaven.
A gasp broke from her mouth as Chuck suddenly dipped
his face down into her pubic mound. It was all wet
there, she thought in some crazy kind of
rationalization; her pussy was still drippy from the
recent fucking, still oozing the residue of Chuck's
semen. But he didn't seem to mind; his tongue flicked
down to lap the lips of her cunt, and Regina thought
then that she would certainly go mad.
But there was even more to come -- the sharp biting of
Chuck's teeth as he forced the labia wider for his
assault, the spreading of her thighs by his strong
hands as he readied her pussy for his meal.
His mouth was against her labia, and his tongue -- oh
lord, his wildly exciting tongue! -- slipped right on
inside her vagina as if it was truly meant to be there.
Regina flinched, and her pelvis thrust in reflex
against his chin, his mouth; her thighs came together
to caress his cheeks.
Chuck ate her then -- chewing and nipping and licking
hotly into her quaking cavity. Waves of boiling
sensation poured over her body, and Regina was
conscious that her hips were swinging, that her ass was
hunching. She had her fingers dug into his hair, and
was somehow attempting to thrust his face ever deeper
into her cunt.
He clung to the cheeks of her ass and gobbled avidly at
her pussy, sucking the lips into his mouth, worrying
them with his teeth, licking and pulling until Regina
knew she was going out of her head with the delight of
it. When he reached up and in to find her clitoris, she
did flip out -- moaning and gasping and bouncing
insanely upon the bed.
"Ooh! Oh Chuck my darling, eat me... oh, eat me!
Please, do some more, oh God! OHMYGOD! My clit is
splitting wide open! Oh, ahh -- Chuck! My pussy..."
Chuck was pulling on her clit, rolling it between his
teeth, sucking -- sucking! -- on it and in it, and she
was going to come. She threw her cunt up to him and
pushed his head down into its wet and hot hairiness,
and let the good feelings roll over her body.
Her orgasm flared from the clit to the vagina to the
womb and burst through her belly to tighten the ring of
her asshole, to make her thighs quiver and her teeth
clench together as she threw back her head and hunched
her wet cunt to his mouth.
Chuck moaned into her vagina, and she could feel the
vibrations of the sound far up in her soaking cave. Now
he was sucking on her cunt as if it were a ripe fruit,
drawing the flow of her love lotions into his mouth and
down his eager throat. His fingernails bit into the
cheeks of her ass, and his teeth were almost savage
against the lips of her vibrant pussy.
She fell apart, came apart in little, sighing pieces as
every joint in her body unhooked and as her flesh
dissolved in warmly loving bits. Nirvana could be no
better, Regina thought vaguely, and paradise would
simply have to wait. This thing that Chuck had done to
her, this gift he had presented her, was no perversion,
but heaven. There had been a lot of wasted years not
knowing this.
As she drifted in flowered warmness on a stream that
wandered among lotus blossoms and emerald lillypads,
Regina thought that she should do something in return,
that she ought to place dear Chuck upon the altar where
he had put her. And she would, she decided; she most
certainly would.
But the hands upon her hips were urging her to move, to
let go the swanboat in which she was riding, and so she
did. Chuck was turning her over, moving her up and away
from him, and she didn't really want to go.
Then she was on top of him, lying limp and flaccid upon
his long, lean body, feeling the new rigidity of his
sex organ as it grew hard between them. His mouth found
hers, and she gave willingly of her lips, gladly of her
tongue, even though she knew that the exotic flavors he
was passing to her were the tastes of her own pussy and
of his semen.
There had never been such an intimacy for Regina, and
she wallowed in it, tongue and lips and the unremitting
pressure of her nude body upon his. The body of her
lover, she thought -- the naked man-body of the only
male she had ever screwed since she married Bill
Abbott. The only person she'd ever fucked, besides her
person, she corrected; she had heard of lesbian affairs
between women, but she would never go so far as to even
consider anything like that.
She was content to be a wanted, loved woman, fucked and
eaten by a man who had long desired her, a man who
appreciated the fact that she was still a lovely and
sensual woman. Chuck was such a lover, so adept and not
bound by tradition. As her kids would say, he really
turned her on.
Regina squirmed upon him, and when her slickened labia
nudged the renewed bulb of his cock, it was only
natural for her to make adjustments so that it would
work inside the lips. She was going to be fucked twice
in one day, with that marvelous, stimulating oral love
spaced between the screwings. It was more than she had
expected, since her own husband didn't get it up again,
after the first time.
But Chuck's long, firm prick went slipping into the
vagina so receptive for it, and the lips of her pussy
closed over the round shaft with a feeling of
contentment. Seated upon him this way, she could lift
her upper body and lean back, and that would seat his
cock deeply, solidly within her sheath. Regina did it,
smiling as she felt the wonder of the penis within her
body.
Still, as she fucked the man, she couldn't help
thinking of her husband, and what his reaction would
be, if somehow he knew.
* Chapter 2 *
She moved through the day in a rosy haze, not really
thinking about the daily chores she did through habit,
her mind in a whirl from events of the day before. The
day she had been so thoroughly fucked by her lover; the
magic time when Chuck had gone down on her, when a man
had actually eaten her pussy as if he was starving for
it.
Maybe he had been starving to taste her pussy, Regina
thought, standing in the living room and looking about
herself in a warm, loving glow. She felt giddy and
young; she felt so adored. Chuck had turned her on, and
she could close her eyes now and feel him between her
thighs, feel his long, hard cock sliding into the wet
grasping of her labia until it reached full length
inside her cunt.
Shivering, Regina lifted both hands to touch her hidden
tits, to feel the rising of their nipples through the
thick terrycloth robe she wore. Where was Chuck now,
and what was he doing? Was he also remembering their
wildly joyous fucking?
Climbing the stairs, Regina thought also of her own
husband, of faithful, staid Bill Abbott, the father of
her children. She knew a twinge of guilt, but also a
delicious sense of daring, a renewed thrill of
excitement. She'd cheated on Bill by screwing another
man, by taking another man's stiff prick into her avid
vagina. And she would do it again, the very first
chance she got.
The window of her son's bedroom faced across the
walkway and almost matched the window of the Baker boy.
She'd sometimes heard them yelling across at each
other. Regina smoothed the bed cover, her fingers
tingling as she touched the places where semen must
have spilled, places where her ass had swung so
violently when Chuck was pounding that lovely prick
into her.
What if the boy over there had been staring into this
room, seeing every detail of the sensuous things his
father had been doing to and with her? Regina shivered
again, and went to stand close by the window, peering
hard into the other shadowy room. She couldn't see
anything there, but that didn't mean the process
couldn't be reversed.
And suppose someone else saw her, the next time she and
Chuck screwed -- his son, her son; the two young girls;
their respective mates? Divorce, she thought -- a
messy, terrible scene between them all. Logic said
calmly that she should drop this entire affair right
now, and be content with the stolen sweets she had
already known.
But she wasn't being logical. She was hot and eager for
more fucking from Chuck, and if she had to gamble her
marriage to get the screwing she so desperately needed,
then she would be a gambler. Pressing her thighs
together, Regina knew she had to continue with her
lover, and she wished --
There was a face at the other window!
She tried to move back and stumbled against the bed,
fell back, sat up again to stare wildly across the
hedged alleyway where she saw him -- Chuck!
His voice carried to her, intense and commanding. "Stay
right there, darling. I'm coming over."
She wanted to say that it was too dangerous, that
someone from either family might come home at any
minute. She wanted to yell back that they hadn't
planned out this meeting, and it was crazy for them
even to consider it. But of course, she didn't say
anything; she only sat with her knees tightly together
and her hands clenched, trembling.
Her kids -- out in town somewhere on this summer day.
Her husband -- gone to buy something for the car. Yes;
the house was clear -- at least her house was, but what
about Chuck's? It must be, she thought dazedly, or he
wouldn't be trotting over here now.
She turned as feet banged on the stairway, her breath
catching in her throat, her heart beating out of
control. Chuck loved her, couldn't wait to be with her,
needed as badly to fuck her as she needed to be fucked.
Helplessly, her hands went to her hair, tugged at her
robe, and then he was in the room.
His hands caught at her as she rose to meet him, and
his mouth found her own. Hotly, wetly, his tongue
probed deeply into her mouth, over her tongue; his
breath was heavy, panting. Regina fumbled at his jeans,
her body humping blindly, urgently against his to find
the wonderful hardness of his erect cock.
Chuck wiggled from his jeans as she tugged them down,
kicked away his low boots, and that gorgeous stiff
prick leaped out into her hand.
They dropped together onto the bed, her robe falling
apart to expose the riches of her willing body to him,
her legs going wide and her pussy throbbing with need.
But then a thought blazed through her, and she turned
aside, badly as she craved the thrusting of his prick.
She wanted something else more, and tore her mouth free
to begin it.
"Darling -- " Chuck's voice was puzzled, and his hands
dropped reluctantly from her tits as she slid down,
moved her mouth down his throat to his collar bone.
"I want to do this to you," she said thickly. "Do the
same thing you did to me yesterday -- eat you. I want
to eat your cock, lover. But I've never done it before
-- not to my own husband, not to anyone -- so if I make
mistakes, you'll have to tell me what I'm doing wrong."
Now she was slipping her mouth into the hairs of his
chest, drawing a trail of fire with her tongue, tasting
the excitement of him and feeling the rapid rise and
fall of his rib cage. His nipple -- she discovered his
mannish little nipple and found it to be standing as
stiffly as her own. Regina licked at it, and was
rewarded by the sudden arching and twisting of his
body.
Using both hands on him, urging him onto his back
across the bed, Regina was on top then, biting gently
at his nipple, worrying first one, then the other,
before dipping her gasping mouth down the center of his
chest to the trembling of his belly.
Nuzzling into the line of hairs, she touched the end of
her tongue into the indentation of his tummy, and when
Chuck squirmed, pushed wetly into his bellybutton as he
had done to her before. Regina thrilled as he did,
reacted in almost the same way when he shuddered and
bucked.
Her hands were on his hips, sliding down to fasten
their thumbs into the joining of his thighs. Up very
close like that, the head of his prick seemed enormous,
and she stared entranced at the glisten of pre-seminal
fluid upon its blunt tip. Dare she taste that?
She did, with a swift flicking of her tongue that drew
the droplet of precious liquid back into her mouth.
Regina tasted the slippery fluid and found it good, so
good that her lips moved out and down of their own
accord, to kiss that pulsing knob. And the kiss was
preliminary to the open-mouthed adoration. She didn't
realize that she had the head of Chuck's prick in her
mouth until it was sliding over the rolling of her
tongue.
One hand hefted his balls; one set of fingers caressed
the veined shaft of his cock, and Regina went farther
down, so that the head of his rod slipped over the roof
of her mouth and reached into the fevered cup of her
throat.
Hungrily, she licked at his prick, laved the knob with
her darting tongue, sucked on it until her cheeks
dipped in, used her tongue to push into the little
slot. Chuck groaned and reached out to fasten his
fingers into her hair.
"Oh darling, darling!" His voice was strained and his
crotch lifted to her as his prick made gentle thrusts
into her suctioning mouth. "Oh, Regina -- you're just
perfect! So hot and wet -- suck me, darling. Eat my
prick -- eat me!"
"Ummm!" she murmured around his flexing cockhead, and
redoubled her efforts, loving the way his belly hiked
and the way his ass drew taut when he stroked into her
face. She had a man's prick in her mouth, knew the feel
of its head bumping against the back of her throat,
knew the marvelous, inimitable closeness of oral love.
Sliding her mouth up and down on his throbbing cock,
she ate him, pushed and pulled and sucked, licked and
nibbled and pumped, adoring the taste and feel of it
all, wishing madly that she could get every inch of him
in her mouth. She wanted to draw all of him down her
throat, head and shaft and balls, so she could truly
devour him.
"R-Regina!" he gasped. "I -- I'm coming, darling --
coming!"
Blindly, passionately, she sucked harder, clenching the
hairy root of his prick and almost gagging on the hot
flesh that reached so far into her throat. She felt him
stiffen out, knew the swelling of his cockhead, and
moaned in sheer delight as she realized what was
happening. Chuck Baker was about to ejaculate into her
mouth, let go his load of semen into her throat. And
she wanted that, wanted it insanely.
Boiling, bubbling, his come exploded into her mouth,
flung itself against the velvet cavity of her gasping
throat, all sticky and slippery, all thick and creamy.
Regina swallowed the oyster-like fluid, gulped down the
hot spurts that continued to burst forth from the head
of his prick in lessening jets. The stuff flooded her
month, oily over her teeth and greasy upon her tongue;
it slid butter-like down her throat and into her
stomach, where she would truly digest this vital,
living part of him. A part of Chuck Baker would remain
with her forever, absorbed into her flesh, eternally
surrounded by her.
Ah, how she adored the slippery, salt-sweet taste of
his come, the caress of his cockhead deep within her
mouth. She bathed the slowly shrinking head with her
still avid tongue and continued to suck tenderly upon
it, trying to urge yet more of the man juice from it.
Sighing, Chuck lowered his crotch, and she followed it
down, playing with his hairy balls, fondling the root
of his prick. They lay quietly for a while, and she
slipped her hands palm-up beneath the cheeks of his
ass, wanting to keep him fed into her mouth, wanting to
lift him so she could get one more sweet, stiff inch of
his fabulous prick deeper into her throat.
"Regina," he murmured, stroking her hair. "Dear Regina
-- nobody has to teach you anything about eating a
cock. You're born to it, and I don't know why you never
did it to Bill."
Slowly, she lifted her face, drew her lips lingeringly
along the shaft of his pole, gave it a final lick of
her tongue, and sat up so she could look at him. "I
never had the nerve to try, and my husband never wanted
me to."
Chuck said, "I can't believe that old Bill is that
uptight about oral sex; maybe he just doesn't know
anything about it. You didn't -- before yesterday --
and you're for it."
"Yes," she whispered, "oh yes, yes," and saw with
something like dismay that she had done perhaps too
good a job upon him, because his prick was softening,
drooping a little to one side.
He said, "When I saw you up here, I just couldn't stay
away. I had to have you again, darling; you're in my
blood now. But I didn't expect you to drain me so
quickly, so I can't fuck you right away. I can eat you
again, though -- and I will. Come here, Regina; just
straddle my body and slide up onto my face, then just
sit right down on my mouth. I'll devour you, darling."
Tingling all over, her skin gone tight and prickly, she
did as he said, placing one knee on each side of his
body and moving bit by bit up to where she was poised
above his upturned face. She looked down and saw him
staring up into her dewy crotch, saw the expectant
dampness of his mouth, and a deep shiver racked her
body. It was so thrilling, just to be here with him,
naked and sensuous and not really giving a damn about
taboos.
Lowering herself gently, she felt his hands slide up
and take hold of the cheeks of her ass, knew his tender
fondling there. She flinched when his breath stirred
into the humid pubic hairs, and jerked a little when
his tongue reached up to dip swiftly into and along her
trembling pussy lips.
He might be smothered, she thought, and was happy she
wasn't heavily built, that she was willowy and slim in
most of the right places.
His mouth blazed against her labia then, and she forgot
everything else, swaying like a wind-blown reed and
trying to keep some sort of balance. He lapped into her
pussy, delved deeply into her cunt, and she lost the
struggle to remain upright. Weakened, her head
whirling, Regina leaned back and back, her hands
seeking blindly for some kind of support. She found it
upon his hips, and clung there as her crotch rolled and
heaved.
She heard him groan and felt the vibrations within her
vagina. He ate into her cunt then, chewing and using
his tongue as well as his lips. Chuck pulled her labia
into his teeth, only to push them back out with his
powerful tongue; then he sucked hard upon her pussy,
and she seemed to turn inside out. It was so
stimulating, so penetrating that she could only flow
with the maddened emotions.
Rocking back and forth upon his face, Regina also swung
her ass in slow gyrations, rubbing her cunt all over
his open mouth, smearing her warm juices over his chin
and his cheeks, knowing the feel of his nose like
another tongue, or another cock. She was fucking his
mouth, screwing his face, and she loved the sensation
of being in control, of being the one in command.
Her lover ate into her cunt, sucked her, gulped her
liquids as she flowed heavily down upon his siphoning
mouth. She felt the rapture climbing up her calves,
sliding through her tensed thighs, and hunched her
pussy violently upon his teeth. He had her clit then,
pulling at it, drawing it into his bite.
"I'm coming, Chuck," she announced throatily, swinging
her crotch in circles, wiping her cunt into his mouth,
her clit throbbing so savagely that it was threatening
to explode. "Oh Chuck, my darling, my lover, my horny,
sweet man! I'm coming, COMING!"
She let it go then, rode with the smashing waves of hot
joy that broke inside her vagina. Her tits swelled and
she dug her fingers into his hips as her thighs
clenched on his face. Regina's clitoris thrummed and
expanded, and the tremendous orgasm thundered
throughout her body, splashed brilliant streaks of hot
light in the corners of her soul.
Her upper body rose of its own volition, swung up and
over and her head dropped, so that her long blonde hair
purled down free and golden. She couldn't stop; it was
as if the bones had melted and run out of her some way,
and she was limp inside and out. Over she went, and
over some more, until her hard-nippled tits brushed the
bedspread. Then Regina rolled to the left, his head
still trapped between her thighs, and curled her legs
over his shoulders.
She died. She reached paradise as a houri and had
jasmine rubbed into her skin.
Starry-eyed, she looked out over her new kingdom, and
saw the flutter of something at the far portal. She
blinked and her lover stirred his mouth against her
cunt. Not the portal, but a window -- a window across
the alleyway, where a face was pressed against the
screen and staring intently at them wrapped nakedly
here upon the bed!
* Chapter 3 *
Regina cowered in the bathroom while her lover snatched
at discarded clothing and got the hell out of the
house. She waited for what seemed an eternity,
clutching her robe about a body that had suddenly
turned shameful.
Someone in Chuck's family had seen them eating each
other; somebody in the other house had stared at them
while they made oral love, as they writhed naked and
panting upon her son's bed. Someone had watched them,
but who?
Had it been Stella Baker? Regina drew her robe closer,
feeling chilled. Chuck's wife could have been the one
staring through that screen, sickened and upset. And
damn it -- Regina really liked Stella; they'd been
close friends for years, sharing confidences and
gossip. But not sharing the news that Regina was
screwing Stella's husband.
Maybe it hadn't been Chuck's wife. It could have been
his son Carey, just turned sixteen but already quite an
attractive young man.
Or possibly the watching face belonged to Judy Baker,
who improved upon her father's reddish hair and had
copied his green eyes. Judy was fifteen, and a doll-
like beauty in her own right.
Three other Bakers; three possibilities, and Regina
didn't really want to think about any of them. How
could she face Stella? What would the kids think of her
-- and of their father?
She slunk from the bathroom and hurried to her own
bedroom, doubly thankful that her husband and kids were
out of the house. Mind in a whirl, she flung herself
across the bed and bit into her pillow to keep from
crying. It was all so awful now, so mixed up and
terrible. She wanted to fuck her lover, needed badly to
be fucked by him, eaten by him. And now she had known a
new experience, that of going down on a man's prick and
swallowing his semen. She simply couldn't turn herself
back into the sexually bored kind of drab housewife she
had been steadily turning into.
But neither did she want her new sex life exposed, held
up to scorn and ridicule. Maybe Stella and the Baker
kids would hate her, sever all relations with her;
maybe Stella would even go so far as to ask for a
divorce.
No, she thought, oh no! For the same thing could happen
to her, if the witness in the other house told the
story to her own husband. Facing Bill would be very
difficult, especially when she would have to admit that
she had sucked another man's cock, an act that Bill had
never approved of.
Clenching her fingers into the pillow, she squeezed her
eyes tightly shut and tried to make all the
unpleasantness go away. But of course it didn't, and
she had finally nerved herself to sitting up when she
heard the footsteps in the hall.
Was it Chuck, come swiftly back to tell her who had
seen them? Not so soon, she thought, and rubbed the
back of her fingers across her lashes to hide any
wayward tears.
The boy came quickly through the door and kicked it
shut behind him. He stood there, every muscle in his
body tensed, breathing hard as he stared at her.
Carey Baker -- and she couldn't hold his eyes; her own
eyes slid away and she made fists in her lap. So it had
been Chuck's son at the window, and here he was to hurl
the accusation in her face, here to call her bitch and
home wrecker and all the vile things his young mind
could conceive.
He said, "I saw you and my father. I saw what you were
doing with him."
Regina's voice sounded thin and squeaky: "Yes, but
Carey -- please listen and don't blame me, don't blame
us too much -- "
Moving toward the bed, toward her, he said, "You were
riding his face, but only after you gave him a head
job."
"Carey," she said, "that sounds so -- so raw. It wasn't
-- it isn't like that at all."
He was beside her, standing too near, towering over her
although he was slim and very, very young. But Regina's
eyes widened as she saw the telltale bulge in his tight
jeans, the swelling that announced his passion as his
cock bulged against the material. She could only stare
puzzled at the boy's rod, unable to comprehend the
meaning of it all.
Until Carey made it clear by saying, "Mrs. Abbott, my
father didn't see who it was. I ducked out of the house
and around back before he could find me. But you know
and I know, and if you don't want anybody else to know
-- my mother, your husband -- then you'll have to do
exactly as I say."
Her mouth worked, but strange sounds came out, nothing
that was words, and Carey repeated his threat. "I'll
fink on you, if you don't take me on, too. I -- Mrs.
Abbott, I've been horny for you for years, watching the
way that crazy ass moves under your skirts, seeing the
way your fine tits bob up and down, and when we all go
swimming together, I go out of my head seeing all that
bare skin."
She said at last, "C-Carey... I don't... look, you're
just a boy, younger than my own son, and I..."
"You have to," he said, that hard bulge in his jeans
only inches from her face now. "You have to fuck me, or
I'll tell on you and my father. You don't want that,
Mrs. Abbott."
"No," she agreed, "no, I don't want that."
He pushed forward on her, eager beyond control, and
lost balance so that they rolled together on the bed.
Regina felt her robe fly open, felt the brush of her
bare thigh against the boy's leg.
Carey ripped at his clothes, kicked and wiggled and
tried to hold onto her at the same time. She wasn't
really resisting, though; she was far too stunned for
putting up a fight. And the boy had the power over her;
he could tear up two marriages by reporting what he'd
witnessed. But Carey -- Chuck's son?
Squirming, panting, he was naked then, and his skin was
smoothly warm; he had his mother's coloring, an olive
skin and dark eyes, and she felt the anxious prodding
of his slim prick.
It was hot against her bare skin, against the tenseness
of her skin, and Regina flinched at the touch. He was
just a boy, and so young -- so very young.
"You have to screw me," he said. "Don't forget, you
have to; it doesn't make any difference that I never
fucked before. You can't laugh at me because I'm a
cherry, because you have to screw me."
A virgin, she thought; a boy virgin desperate for his
first sexual experience, needing a woman in the
particularly intense way novel to those upon the
threshold of discovery. Carey was a cherry, and he
wanted to have her for his first piece of ass, needed
her so feverishly that he'd resort to blackmail to have
her. That was sweet, she thought, and felt wiser, far
more experienced.
"Here, Carey," she said, softly. "You like my tits --
here, kiss them."
He was laying half atop her, and his head darted
eagerly down at the breasts she exposed for him, dipped
hungrily to press his lips against the tender flesh.
Once he found the erectile nipple, Carey pulled it
avidly into his mouth and worked it over with his hot,
wet tongue. Then he settled down to sucking on it,
while kneading both her sensitive mounds with his
hands.
So sweet and innocent, she thought, so young and
anxious to taste everything sensuous, to know and to be
all. She stroked his hair and found that her hips were
making movements. Running one hand down the smoothness
of his back and around to his flank, Regina slid her
fingers to find the stiff and throbbing length of his
prick. It was very hard, not nearly so thick or long as
his father's cock, but a lovely prick, too.
For one startled moment, Regina thought how terrible it
was for her to be comparing cocks, especially those of
father and son. But she had compared Chuck Baker's rod
with that of her husband, and now she was about to
totally feel the difference, if there was any, in
Carey's vibrant prick.
She was taking another lover, just about to fuck a boy
who was younger than her own son, and instead of being
repelled, instead of being horrified by the event,
Regina was excited. She squeezed the boy's cock and he
responded with a moan around the nipple of her tit.
Better not play with him too much, she decided; he
would probably go off in her hand, and she didn't want
all that thrilling stuff wasted.
Gently then, she urged his quivering body up on her
own, being the teacher, doing the guiding for his first
real act of love. She found herself shuddering in
anticipation, all other considerations fleeing her
mind. Of course, there had been fleeting thoughts about
where she was, about the possibility of someone
discovering her with the boy. But since she really had
no control over the situation, she accepted the
dangers.
As she was accepting the poking of the boy's cock.
Regina helped him with it, used gentle fingers to steer
the impatient head of his prick into the softly
receiving lips of her pussy.
Carey gave a strong hunch and buried his cock in her,
shoved it home with one long and driving stroke that
brought his balls into the crack of her ass. She gasped
as the hardness made itself felt throughout her cunt.
Her clitoris quivered with delight as the meaty staff
slid over it, and Regina bent her knees then, lifted
them so that she could spread her thighs better, so
that she could take this delicious young boy into the
hot, wet gripping of her vagina.
She was jolted by the feel of him inside her, shocked
by the fresh young savagery of the boy. But it was
good, very good, and a new excitement raced in her
flesh. Carey slammed his shaft deep, drew it back
immediately and pounded it to the root once again. He
knew only that he had to fuck her hard and fast, and
she couldn't stop him now, even if she had wanted to.
She met his thrusts, ground her hairy crotch into his
and rode the strokes of his inexperienced cock, knowing
that this first time couldn't last, realizing that he
would very soon explode his virginal load of semen into
her suctioning hole.
It was too quick for her, and she wouldn't reach her
own orgasm -- yet; but this boy was young and strong,
and he would be ready to fuck again, almost
immediately. Regina would see to that.
He was panting hard now, gasping as he fed his strong
slim prick into her excited pussy, and she reached
around to take the hard cheeks of his sleek ass in her
hands, helping him to ram it into her body.
"M-Mrs. Abbott -- oh, uhh! I'm going to do it, Mrs.
Abbott! I'm going to shoot off inside your pussy, let
go right in your fabulous pussy! Here it comes --
oohhh! I'm coming, Mrs. Abbott -- I'm coming in you!"
She clutched the cheeks of his boyish ass and felt them
contract; she also felt the upward leap of his balls as
the semen hurtled from them. Grabbing desperately for
his lips with her hungry mouth, Regina thrust her
tongue deep into his mouth as his cock gave a final
stabbing movement.
Then the beautiful rush of fluids geysered deep into
her receptive vagina, packed itself thick and creamily
against the pulsing of her womb. His first load, she
thought; the boy's first ejaculation into a cunt, and
she was on the receiving end of the exquisite
showering. Foamy and torrid, the liquid roared through
her pussy, bathing the flexing walls of her vagina with
hot juices. It was lovely for her, enchanted as the
sensation was for him, and Regina was ecstatic that she
had shared this scintillating moment with the boy.
He tore his mouth sobbing from hers, and his hands bit
into her taut breasts. "Oh, Mrs. Abbott -- I love you,
love you!"
"And I love you, Carey," she said, drifting her
fingertips into the crack of his ass, feeling the
little tight ring there, making him flinch forward an
impossible inch to reach into the greasy confines of
her filled pussy. "Just hold on, darling, and we'll
fuck some more."
His prick remained stiff inside her snatch, but the
rest of his body went limp, temporarily drained of
strength by the tremendous release of him come. His
lips were against her throat now, and he whispered,
"I'm not sorry I made you screw me, beautiful Mrs.
Abbott. You'd never have done it any other way, and I'm
glad I saw you and my father going down on each other."
She stroked the cheeks of his ass, rolled her hips
slightly so that his thoroughly slippery prick would
work around inside the clenching of her cunt muscles.
The thicker base of his stiff cock passed over her
aching, swollen clit. Regina said, "I'm glad, too,
darling. It's wonderful, having your little-boy prick
in my cunt. I never fucked anyone but my own husband
until your daddy and I screwed. And now I've been
fucked by you."
He kept his face hidden in her neck, but his hands were
straying over her willing body, feeling, caressing,
touching her hips and the inner softness of her belly
at the connections of her thighs. "Can I screw as good
as them? As good as my father and your husband?"
"Of course," she comforted him. "You're young and
strong and very eager. The size of a man's cock doesn't
have much to do with how much enjoyment a women gets,
darling. Just so long as you use it well -- and you do.
Feel around inside my cunt with that sweet cock, Carey;
isn't it hot and juicy? It's all slidy and greasy with
your come, darling."
"It feels terrific," he said, touching the tip of his
tongue to her throat, moving his seeking hands between
their bellies to finger tenderly among her curling
pubic hairs. "Is it okay to just keep screwing, to do
it again, without even taking out my prick?"
She hiked her ass, moved her crotch so that his fingers
were dipping into the upper edge of her labia, feeling
into the hood where her inflamed clit stood throbbing.
"Feel deeper, baby," she breathed huskily. "And move
your cock in me. There -- oh, there! Yes, that's right,
my lovely boy with the hard prick -- that's so right!
Feel into my cunt and fuck me at the same time -- oohh!
OH!"
His ass backed off, moved forward, and as he fingered
into her wet, steaming cavity, Carey Baker was fucking
again, sliding his well-oiled young prick steadily into
her overheated pussy. Regina lifted her legs and
crossed them over back clamped this marvelous smooth
body between her legs and fucked him back, grinding her
crotch in sharp circles, bumping him with her furred
pelvic bone. His prick was thrilling within her
saturated cunt, stimulating her clitoris and making her
gasp with raw delight at every thrust.
Sweet and hot, strong and hungry, Carey screwed her
bouncing onto the mattress, rattling the bed against
the wall as he shoved it home in a quickening rhythm
that was bringing her swiftly to her delayed climax,.
Regina held off coming as long as she could, reveling
in the act of fucking itself and wanting it never to
end.
But the provocative stroking of his cock was too much
for her, and the splendid feeling poured over her
clitoris, radiating from that seat of passion to burn
every tiny bit of her pussy. She wiggled and humped,
rotating her cunt on the goodness of his hammering
prick, trying to make her muscles bite down on the
shaft, clamping hard upon the spongy head of it.
She forgot herself and bit the boy, nipped him with her
teeth and he flinched, but didn't break the pace of his
fucking. Digging her fingernails into the cheeks of his
ass, Regina urged him deeper and harder into her juicy
cunt, squeezing him with her legs and arms.
Head rolling, eyes gone blind with rapture, she moaned
it at him: "Oh Carey, lover! Oh you sweet young boy!
Fuck me, fuck me! Ram that wonderful prick up my pussy
and fuck me until I can't breathe, until I pass out."
He grunted his answer, responded by ram-rodding his
cock like a runaway piston, feeding it into her
twisting pussy until the mad waves of ecstasy dimmed
for her, but only faintly. For then his screwing her
wet, sizzling cunt brought him back to the climax he'd
had in there before.
With his own semen turning buttery around his plunging
shaft, with his own come and her lubricants turning to
beaten froth in the intensity of his efforts, Carey
Baker came again. This second eruption was only a
little smaller than the first, Regina thought, and
luxuriated in the spurting of the slippery jelly as it
overflowed her palpitating cunt.
* Chapter 4 *
She cooked a terrific dinner, working very hard at the
preparation in order to keep her mind away from what
she had been doing the rest of the day -- sharing oral
sex with Chuck Baker, and being fucked by his young
son.
It was difficult maintaining normal discussions with
her own husband, but Regina managed by keeping
everything on the level of food and kids and what they
were going to do for the rest of the summer.
From time to time, as she bustled about the kitchen,
Regina cast sidelong glances at her husband, feeling a
stranger to him for the first time in many years. He
was still a good-looking man, tall and fair, with deep
brown eyes and chocolate brown hair. Bill was only 38,
and she wondered why he had cooled toward her sexually.
Was it the burden of habit, a too well-known set of
responses that had turned into boredom? Probably, she
thought; it wasn't that she didn't love Bill any more;
it was that with Chuck, there was the flaming
excitement of newness, of romance.
Bill might even feel the same way, with some other
woman. With Stella, then; Regina set the table and
thought about using Stella to divert her husband. It
would ease the pressure all the way around, make Stella
not so watchful over Chuck and probably prevent her
from discovering the other liaison between her son and
Regina.
Bill said, "You're looking great, baby."
She almost jumped, but fought her tensed body into
stillness. "Thank you, Bill."
He came close to her. "It's not a new hairdo, and even
though that dress looks great on you, it's not new,
either. I can't figure just what it is about you, but
I'd swear you look years younger -- and sexier, too."
She manufactured a quick smile for him, brushed by to
arrange the table setting. "Oh? It's nice of you to
notice."
This was something she hadn't even taken into
consideration, the fact that her husband might suddenly
turn sensuous and want her again. How could she screw
Bill, without thinking of those torrid sessions with
his best friend -- and with that horny sixteen-year-old
boy?
Lifting her voice to forestall any other advances by
Bill, she called out: "Come and get it, kids! Dinner's
ready."
She thought she read disappointment in his eyes as she
rushed back into the kitchen, but there had also been a
heightening of interest. Regina sensed that she would
have to steel herself to being laid by her own husband
this evening, although the marks of her other fuckings
that day hadn't had time to wear away yet.
Their kids saved her from further introspection,
bouncing in to the table and kidding each other the way
they usually did. Serving the steak, Regina looked over
her children, seeing them with newly speculative eyes,
since her sweaty coupling with one of their
contemporaries.
There was Dale, seventeen years old with a beautiful
tan that set off his blond hair and green eyes. He was
nearly as tall as his father, but slimmer, with that
arrogant slouch of the young male. Did her son have hot
eyes for some older married woman, like Carey Baker
had? Would her own son blackmail that woman into sexual
relations with him, as Carey had?
No, Regina thought, shaking her head as she brought out
the baked potatoes and trimmings of sour cream and the
like. Dale wouldn't go so far; he was still just a kid
-- but older than Carey. He must have some of the same
powerful sex pressures within him, then. She bit her
lip and refused to think any more along that line,
because the image that came to mind was one of her
golden boy in a leggy tangle with none other than
Stella Baker.
Then there was her daughter Monica, only sixteen, but
already a raving beauty with dark honey hair and liquid
brown eyes, a tall, lithe girl fond of swimming and
sports. Could Monica possibly have some of the same
ideas about screwing, or could she already be getting
laid by one of her boyfriends?
Regina glanced at the pert breasts lifting against the
thin, almost see-through blouse her daughter wore, and
wondered. But that was a terrible thing to think. Just
because she had been fucking two different lovers was
no cause to blame her children for things they hadn't
done.
Or had they?
Somehow, she got through the dinner, accepting their
compliments on the cooking, and somehow she ate dessert
and smiled when the kids cleared the table and stuffed
the dishwasher for her. But her mind was leaping here
and there like a terrified rabbit, reliving her recent
sins and wondering how she was going to handle the
upcoming screwing with Bill.
He barely gave the heavy dinner time to digest before
making his first move. The kids had been gone for an
hour then, and Regina had desperately changed channels
on TV and gone to the bathroom and everything else to
keep him from getting seriously passionate. But he
wasn't to be put off any longer, and she didn't really
want to avoid screwing him. That might make him
suspicious, since she had always been responsive to his
needs.
So when he reached for her, she sank onto the couch
with him, sliding her arms around his waist and turning
her face for his kiss. His tongue lightly touched hers,
and she surprised herself by the violent answer she
gave it.
"Hey," Bill said, "something has really turned you on.
Like I said earlier, you look different, act different.
And I'm not knocking it, baby."
She kissed him again, before he could ask any questions
or come to any conclusions. Having sex with other men
had brightened her, made her more receptive, warmer and
softer. Now if she could only fuck him well, without
feeling guilty --
Her hand was moving of its own accord, delving into his
pants and bringing out the familiar prick with its
knobby head. It felt hard and eager on her fingers, and
she drew her nails along the bottom of his shaft,
scratching gently into the hair that thickly surrounded
his balls.
Sighing, Bill cupped her tits in both hands while she
played with his cock, and she knew a twinge of
frustration as they were falling into the same old
pattern. Deliberately breaking it, she suddenly leaped
up and whipped her dress over her head. Following with
bra and panties, she was naked in a moment, and Bill
stared at her, disconcerted.
"Regina, what if the kids come home early?"
She was back beside him with one flowing movement,
tugging at his pants and urging them off. "They won't -
- but if they do, that's too damned bad."
"Look baby, we can go on upstairs as we always do..."
"No," she said sharply. "We're not going to do anything
the way we always do. There are no rules to screwing,
nothing that says we have to do it this way or that
way. I'm pretty damned tired of all that, Bill."
He could only stare at her as she pulled down his
pants, but he lifted his ass so she could work his
shorts over his legs. "What's gotten into you, Regina?
I thought we were kind of happy; slowing down some, of
course, like all old married couples, but..."
"I'm not old," she said, and pushed him back upon the
couch, a little amazed at her own temerity, but also
tasting the heady wine of a new power. "And anything I
want to do with you or to you is right, Bill. Do you
understand that, right?"
He lay back as her face approached his belly-button.
"I-I don't know."
She'd gone this far, and the pushing was doing
something to her, besides blotting out any sense of
guilt she might be carrying. Maybe she'd make her
husband angry, or upset him so much that he'd reject
her, but that was a chance she was simply going to have
to take. Regina kissed his belly and ran the tip of her
hotly questing tongue down the line of crisp hair to
his navel.
"Regina! What the hell are you."
Paying no heed to the shock in his voice, nor to the
reaching out of his hands for her head, she licked
swiftly down to his pelvis, and when Bill jerked at the
touch, wrapped her tongue around the thick base of his
veined cock.
"Baby -- oh baby, no! You can't..."
Cupping his balls with one hand, grasping the root of
his prick with the other, she whispered fiercely, "The
hell I can't!" and ran her mouth, nipping the length of
his shaft. When her lips came to the purplish head, she
opened them wide and fitted them cupping over it.
"Regina!" His hands tugged at her hair, but she would
not let go, refused to remove the hotness of her mouth
from around the head of her husband's prick. It was the
first time for her to ever taste it, the first time for
Bill to know an oral caress from her, and it was long
past time for them both to know the pleasures.
Her tongue raced over it, dipped into the little slot,
picked up a sample of his pre-seminal fluid, and she
thought how silly it had been of them to avoid this
through the years. She felt his fingers tighten in her
hair, but he stopped trying to pull her away, and was
only holding on. Regina began to suck, to draw his head
deep into the back of her ready throat, as she had
learned by eating another man's prick. Suck it in, push
it back out with her tongue; draw it deep and lick it
shallow. It was nice.
"Oh," Bill panted, "oh good lord, baby! I -- we never
did this before -- I -- you..."
She answered "Ummm," raking the head of his cock along
the roof of her mouth, and along her dormant tongue. He
tasted different from Chuck, but she couldn't compare
the flavor of his prick with that of Carey's, because
she had not yet sucked the boy. But she would, she
promised herself, she certainly would. She got a
special kick from making men squirm like this, and she
adored the matchless intimacy of eating prick.
Her husband writhed and bucked his belly, his thighs
trembling spasmodically. She clung to his balls and
bobbed her head up and down on his cock, sucking and
licking, pulling and pushing.
Bill gasped: "Baby -- let me take it out -- oh please
baby! I'm going to come -- I'll come in your mouth, if
you don't let go!"
She hummed "Ummm!" again, and worried the flexing bulb
of his prick with her teeth before applying wet suction
once more. She felt the powerful rise of his semen as
it came throbbing through the veins of his cock, felt
the expansion of the head as the come gathered there.
"Let go, Regina!"
She only sucked harder, her long hair making a
coverlet across his heaving belly. The semen couldn't
be held back for another moment, and came rushing out
the tip of his prick in a hot torrent. Hissing along
her tongue, the come was thick and creamy, tasting
strongly yet sweetly of man's essence and his love.
Bill groaned and bucked, driving the length of his cock
into her mouth, bumping the head against her throat.
She had been expecting that, so it didn't make her gag.
But when he tried to relax, she continued to siphon
him, swallowing every slippery drop of his come and
licking hungrily across the head of his prick for more.
Lovingly, she nibbled his softening cock, lapping it
and rolling its head around inside her mouth. When at
last she allowed it to slide from her lips, she dropped
her mouth beside the pulsing shaft and sucked one of
his balls.
His hands shuddered upon her head, then one of them
slipped down to stroke her cheek, to finger adoringly
over an eyebrow. She had him, Regina thought happily;
she had shocked her husband and stunned him beyond
anything that had ever happened to him before, but she
had also captured him in a stronger web of flesh and
lust than that which had held them together in the
past.
"Oh baby," he said softly, wonderingly, "that was
great."
"You can do it to me now," she said. "Make it great for
me, too."
As she crawled up his body, kissing first his rib cage,
then the tautness of his nipples, she could sense his
withdrawal, his reluctance to go down on her in turn.
Bill said, as she was biting tenderly at his throat. "I
never did that, Regina; you know I never did that."
She told a white lie: "I didn't, either. But you liked
it, didn't you?"
"Yes," he admitted. "I-it was so different, like
nothing that ever happened to me. And because you were
doing it for me, it was better. But I don't know if I
can -- I mean, my mouth on you like that."
She kissed his lips, and knew that he did not realize
he was getting a taste of his own semen. Tonguing him
lightly, prompted by her newfound sexual freedom,
Regina said, "Sure you can, and you will." Then she
kept right on going up his body, rubbing the dewy
hairiness of her pussy lips up his belly, then across
his chest.
Her thighs held his head pinned into position, and she
stared down at his mouth, at his chin only inches from
the eager wetness of her mound. "Love my pussy, Bill;
use your mouth to love my pussy, as you've used your
prick so often. Make me squeal and wiggle, darling;
make me come."
His hands were on her thighs, trembling a little, and
he tentatively kissed the inner surface of her thighs,
his breath stirring into her pubic hairs.
"I don't know how," he said, but no longer shocked, no
longer repelled. "But if you'll tell me what to do..."
That was what young Carey said: tell me what to do;
show me how to fuck you, Mrs. Abbott. And his father
had already known how, all she had needed with Chuck
was the opportunity. Now she had to teach her own
husband the things one of her lovers had shown her, and
that was all right, too.
"Just lick me," she said, pushing the curly bronzed
hairs of her cunt closer to him, lifting her ass
slightly from his upper chest. "Lick my pussy lips as
if you're a little puppydog. And when you're ready,
shove your tongue right on inside me. You know where
the clit is, darling -- that's where you do most of
your eating."
With that instruction, Regina pushed her cunt right
into his face, brought it down to cover most of his
face with her crotch. She placed her hands on top of
his head to brace herself, and felt the hot lapping of
his tongue as he followed her directions. When her
husband shoved into her labia, spreading them with the
thickness of his tongue, she shivered. It was a wild
feeling, to have him eating into her snatch for the
first time, after all the years they had been married,
after all the fuckings they had shared, without oral
love.
"Eat it," she said breathlessly, "oh Bill, my darling -
- eat my cunt! Bite into it, lick it, suck it. Oh yes,
suck my pussy, Bill!"
His fingers dug into her thighs as he did exactly that,
drawing her cunt lips into his mouth, pulling in the
soft inner membranes and applying pressure to them. His
tongue darted hotly in and out, caressing the intense
feeling of her clitoris. Bill got the knack of bringing
out the little nubbin, and when he got his teeth around
it, she hunched violently against his mouth, rolling
her ass and feeding him her pussy.
"Chew me up and swallow me!" she ordered, pressing on
his head to force his gasping mouth ever deeper into
her inflamed cunt. "Eat my pussy, Bill -- suck me and
gobble me -- oohh! Oh, darling -- that's so good -- so
good!"
He was into it now, burrowing his nose and mouth into
her undulating cunt, running his tongue full length and
sucking the clit into his teeth. She rode his head,
fucked his face and clamped it between her knees, put
pressure upon it with her thighs, being the bitch
goddess, the masterful cunt. And her husband loved it,
luxuriated in her dominance, gulped and ate her cunt
for all he was worth.
She couldn't hold it back, nor did she try. Moaning and
shaking, Regina gripped his head and pumped her pussy
savagely over his mouth, wetting his chin and his
cheeks, grinding and humping as the orgasm built to
magnificent proportions within her body.
"I'm coming, Bill! Oh -- ahh -- yes, oh yes! I'm
coming, coming -- eat me -- oohh -- aahh! COMING!"
He growled into her flexing cunt, bit deep and drew
madly upon her vagina as she pounded her crotch upon
his face. White hot stars shot across her eyes, and a
rapture so keen as to be almost a pain, broke within
her pussy. Her thighs quivered, and she knew again the
compression of her asshole, the streaming flow of her
inner juices. She came, and she came, and for a few
crazy seconds thought that perhaps she would come
forever.
Bonelessly, she slipped from his greasy face and melted
beside him, sliding down his heaving chest to press her
tits there, to blend her well-sucked pussy into the new
hardness of his revitalized cock.
"Oh Bill, Bill," she breathed against his ear. "That
was so wonderful for me."
"For me, too," he admitted. "Never thought I'd enjoy
eating a woman's cunt, but I did. Makes us seem a lot
closer, doesn't it?"
"Yes, darling." Even as she answered, she was wiggling
nearer, rubbing the juicy dripping of her labia over
the swollen shaft of his prick. "It makes me so hot I
can hardly stand it. I'm ready to go again -- aren't
you?"
And without waiting for his answer, she took his prick
in one hand and guided the spongy head of it into the
oily lips of her cunt. A twist and a hunch, and the
hard shaft pushed deeply into the wet velvet of her
vagina, where it thrilled her turned-on pussy.
Slowly and eagerly, she fucked him, or rather, they
fucked together, reveling in the easy screwing, in the
wetly lubricated inner surfaces of her cunt, in the
manly stiffness of his prick. They moved together with
the long familiarity of people who had repeated the
selfsame act a thousand times or more, and the tender
fitting of cock into pussy was good.
But, Regina thought, it wasn't really the same as
always, for a new life stirred within her vagina, and a
new hardness enlivened his cock. She had aroused them
both to fever pitch by first going down on him, then
practically forcing him to eat her in turn.
There was a new awareness of themselves as individuals,
a difference to their lovemaking now. He seemed to
treat her body with respect that bordered upon awe, his
fingers stroking over the cheeks of her ass, his mouth
tucked now into the musky valley between her tits.
And she found she was enjoying him much more, that her
introduction to oral sex had brightened all her senses,
made them sharper. Maybe her affairs with the Bakers,
father and son, had ripened her body, made it hotter
and wetter and more giving, therefore more capable of
receiving love.
Grinding slowly with her husband, feeling his prick
reach around in the clinging confines of her pussy,
Regina wondered briefly what Bill would do, how he
would react, if she suddenly announced that she had
fucked the Bakers, that she had eaten Chuck's prick and
swallowed his semen.
He would be jolted to his wisdom teeth, she thought; he
might even turn to her, beat the hell out of her. And
quite possibly she would deserve it -- not for the
fucking itself, nor the exchanges of mouth upon cunt
and mouth upon cock -- but for blurting out information
like that.
It was possible that she might never be able to tell
him, but she couldn't help wondering how long she would
be able to keep her secret from her husband. And from
her kids, and from the other Bakers who weren't yet in
on it -- Stella and Judy.
She moved with him, grinding her pelvis into his,
riding the long, lingering thrusts of his prick,
enjoying to the fullest the sensuous feelings of
fucking. Bill fondled her ass and kissed her neck,
licking along to find her ear and wiggling the tip of
his tongue into it. She quaked violently, and her cunt
bucked on his prick.
"Fuck me long and fuck me deep, lover," she whispered,
realizing that she had never spoken so openly to him
before. She also realized that she would never be able
to stop screwing Chuck Baker, and even if she tried to
put him off, young Carey would be back for more ass.
She'd have to do something, and pretty soon, maybe
convince Bill he should go on a long vacation alone,
but that would still leave her kids in the house.
"Take this cock, baby," Bill said. "Ride it because you
love it, you hot-cunted bitch."
She was that, she thought, beginning to gyrate wildly
upon his cock -- she was certainly a hot-cunted bitch,
and she meant to stay that way.
* Chapter 5 *
She was trapped in the garage, ambushed there as she
was starting to get into the car. He came out of the
shadows swiftly, and before she could do more than
gasp, was in the seat beside her.
"Carey! What..."
He threw an arm around her neck and pulled her face to
his. His lips were warm, his tongue a fiercely
demanding probe, both wet and hurried. Her tits came
against his hard young chest, and even though she
struggled to push him away, the nipples lifted in
anticipation.
"Carey -- what's the matter? Everyone's home now, and
we can't..."
"We have to," he whispered. "I can't stand it any
longer, Mrs. Abbott; I have to fuck you again, right
away, or go out of my head."
"But not here, Carey -- we can't -- somebody might come
into the garage at any moment, and..."
His hands were at her breasts, fondling and squeezing,
and he was pushing the slim stiffness of his rock-hard
prick against her thigh. Despite herself and the logic
that said she should try to convince the boy to leave
right away, Regina was aroused by the desperation of
his need, the boyish urgency that could not be without
her.
It was wonderful to be wanted and needed this badly,
that he would face the chance of discovery rather than
do without screwing her for another minute.
His hands moved from her breasts to her thighs, and one
thrust hungrily between them. She spread them for him,
feeling a tingle in her belly as he cupped her mound,
even though it was constricted behind nylon panties.
She said, "Carey, can't you wait just a little while?
I'm supposed to be going shopping now."
He was nuzzling into her tits, his breath coming warm
between them, penetrating the thin silk of her blouse.
"No. I cant wait; I waited all night, going crazy,
jacking off, even; and if I can't fuck you right here
and right now, I'm going to come in my pants. Just
touching you does that to me; you're so beautiful and
warm and sexy."
She stroked his hair, and before she knew it, was
lifting her ass so he could work the panties down over
her legs. But in the car, here in the garage where
anybody might pop in? It had to be, the chance had to
be taken, because it was too late now for backing out,
and her pussy was throbbing with damp eagerness. It was
nice, to be so desired, to be so important to someone,
especially to a boy as young as this and just coming
into manhood.
His finger slipped into her cunt, and Regina twitched
in response, her ass hiking itself and her pussy lips
spreading in readiness, going all greasy and hot. She
kissed him, pulling his head up and his face away from
her tits to do it; she ran the length of her tongue
into his mouth, trying to reach the back of his throat.
He gasped and his finger worked in her pulsing cunt.
Then she pulled his tongue into her own mouth, where
she sucked on it. The feeling must have freaked the boy
out, for she felt him flinch and heave, felt his finger
jerk within the folds of her pussy. Regretfully, she
broke the kiss, but only to swing her leg up and over
him.
"Pull down your jeans and open your legs," she said.
"I'll lift up and straddle you; that way we can work
your lovely young prick up into my cunt. I'll just sit
down on it and force your meat right into me. But we'll
have to fuck fast, darling. Someone could see us."
Carey Baker was too busy for talking; he was taking a
grip on the smooth cheeks of her ass as she straddled
his body and took hold of his cock. Guiding it deftly
into the opening of her hairy slot, Regina slid
downward as the head penetrated, and felt the length of
his hard young shaft ease into her vagina. She came to
rest tightly against his pelvis, and he hunched up at
her pussy as she ground on his prick.
Her tits were against his face, and he mouthed damply
at them through her blouse. But she was beyond caring
about the appearances as she wiggled on his delightful
cock, as she lifted her ass and drove it down again.
Her fingernails dug into the boy's shoulders, and she
screwed him more savagely than she had before, really
fucking him hard and dirty.
Carey matched her thrusts, driving his prick up into
her as she gyrated her ass and clamped down with her
vaginal muscles. She was juicy inside, and his rod slid
thrillingly in the oils.
He went uh-uh-uh! and she felt him stiffen out, felt
the telltale expansion of the head of his prick, and
hurried her own stroking to catch up with his orgasm.
Carey let go in her pussy, fired out a jet stream of
semen that hissed boiling against her womb and drenched
the walls of her cunt.
His cock jerked and bucked, letting out the discharges,
spitting one burst of come after another. Regina
slithered her cunt in the greasy stuff, wiggled and
squirmed, and felt her own climax bursting deep within
her vagina, felt her clit flex and quiver.
"I'm coming, darling!" she said into the top of his
head, into the soft hair waved darkly there. "Oh, you
gorgeous boy! What a wonderful young cock -- oohh,
Carey! Ohh!"
It was good, tearing softly at her snatch and squirting
hotly through her belly, making her thighs snap taut
and her ass clench its cheeks. Carey clung to them,
held her ass close as if he was afraid to ever let go.
Sighing, she realized it was up to her to break it up,
or this young stud would try to fuck her all day long.
Prosaic though it might be, she still had shopping to
do. So she put weight upon her feet and lifted; his
prick came sliding creamily out, and she knew there was
semen on her mound, wetting the hairs, and drawn in a
sticky trail down the inside of one thigh.
"So quick," he breathed, and she said, "Sorry."
Whipping up her panties, she blotted at her wet mound
with them, let them snap into place and hoped her skirt
would hide the stains. She said, "Carey, you're a doll
and I love you, but you must leave now. I'll try to see
you tomorrow."
"That's a long time off, and my father will probably
get to you first."
She sat behind the wheel again and patted his cheek.
"Pull up your jeans, darling, even though it's a shame
to hide such a beautiful young prick. And don't be
jealous of your own father -- or of my husband, either.
I have enough hot sex to go around for all of you. It's
just a matter of juggling it all around and finding
time for everyone, without letting at least two of them
know. You and I know that we're fucking, but your
father and my husband don't know. You know that I'm
also screwing your daddy, but my husband doesn't know
that, either. And for now, I'd like very much to keep
it that way."
He adjusted his pants and tucked in his tee-shirt. "I
just wish we didn't have to hide and sneak, that we
could all fuck you whenever we want."
Regina said thoughtfully, "So do I, darling. It would
be so much easier on us all, and it would be honest. I
wonder what we can do about it."
Carey Baker got out of her car, but leaned his forearms
on the window and said, "Maybe we could get my mom to
go for your husband."
Regina stared at him. "Your mother? You wouldn't mind
that, knowing that your very own mother was fucking
another man?"
He looked away, his cheeks turning red. "No, I guess
not. The idea kind of turns me on, even. And if Mom did
screw Mr. Abbott, then my father couldn't get mad about
it -- since he's screwing you."
"That's right," Regina said slowly. "In fact, that's a
very good idea, Carey. Your mother is a beautiful
woman, and I imagine that my husband has been eyeing
her for some years now, but without ever getting up the
nerve to lay a hand on her. Yes, I think that Bill
could very easily be seduced by Stella, but she would
have to take the initiative; he doesn't have the guts
to start anything with her."
He said, "I guess you have to start it off. Maybe you
could talk to Mom, or something."
She whistled soundlessly. "That's a big order. If
Stella blows up..." but she thought of what would
happen if Stella accepted the idea enthusiastically, if
she took on Bill and left Regina a free field with
Chuck and Carey. That was trading one for two, which
wasn't a bad deal.
And if Stella Baker did raise hell and possibly make
Chuck move out of the neighborhood, that wouldn't stop
Regina from having dates with the Baker males. It would
just make them a bit more difficult, but it would also
cut down the chances of discovery by her own family.
"Darling," she said, "I'll work on it. Meanwhile, be
careful as you can, and Carey -- thank you for being so
sweet and so horny."
She shopped in a daze, picking things from the gourmet
shelves, overlying her guilts with goodies for her
family. If she didn't get Bill into screwing with
Stella, Regina's family would all be fat. It was funny,
she thought, how she didn't feel at all jealous of her
husband now that she had strayed from the marital path
herself. She could picture Bill and Stella fucking
away, and not get angry.
Checking out at the counter, she thought that the
contrary was true, that instead of getting mad at Bill,
actually seeing him screw her best girlfriend would
turn Regina on. She could imagine them naked together,
Bill's brown pubic hair blending with Stella's curly
black pussy hair. Shivering, Regina took her grocery
cart out to her car. The very idea was making her hot,
even though she had been fucked only a few minutes
before.
She drove home slowly, turning plans over in her mind
and discarding them when she saw the holes in them.
There was really no other way than to approach Stella
directly, or rather, while she had a few drinks in her.
Stella was always looser and easier, when she had
downed a few.
That afternoon, Regina decided; she could go over and
con Stella into drinking with her, make up some story
of a new unhappiness or something. Then she could
spring the idea of husband-swapping on her friend and
see if it took.
Later on, Stella could discover that Regina had also
been fucking her son. Regina pulled her car into the
garage and thought: son. It was right here that she'd
crawled on top of Carey Baker for that last quick but
delicious screw. Would her own son be thinking about
Stella like that, horny for the dreamed-of chance to
get into an older woman's cunt?
Maybe Dale was just as hot to fuck something; maybe he
was also a cherry, a virgin boy eager to spill a load
of young semen into some experienced pussy. The idea
shook her and she sat with her thighs pressed together
to still a weird throbbing deep within the tissues of
her mound.
Oh no, she thought; it was impossible for her to be
imagining anything like screwing her own son. No way;
never. That was incest of the worst sort, and she would
not even consider it. She'd gotten tangled in her
thinking, matching Dale with Stella; it had only been
the admittedly exciting imagery of picturing him with
her friend that had turned her on. She'd gotten the
same excitement thinking of Stella and Bill, hadn't
she?
Sliding from behind the wheel, Regina took two grocery
bags and grunted into the house with them. When Dale
came drifting through the kitchen to lift them from her
arms, the brush of her son's hand across her arm was a
physical and psychic shock.
Covering up, she said, "Thanks, and there are two more
bags in the car." Not looking at him, she was very
conscious of his nearness, of his young vibrant
manhood.
Piling things helter-skelter into the refrigerator and
cupboards, Regina hurried to get out of the kitchen,
out of the house, before her son somehow managed to
touch her again. She was too tense for that, too
involved in a maelstrom of emotional planning. Once she
got the mate-trading underway, a lot of the pressure
would be off her, and she could go back to thinking
more or less conventionally.
Scooping up a fifth of gin on the way out, she crossed
the back yard and ducked through the hedge fence that
separated the Abbott and Baker properties. Rattling the
kitchen doorknob, she opened the door, stuck her head
in and called "Hey, anybody home? Stella?"
A voice floated from the interior of the house.
"Regina? Grab a cup of coffee; I'll be there in a
minute."
And after they'd had two drinks, Stella said, "What the
hell is this all about, boozing it up in the daytime?
Not that I mind something to break the monotony,
understand; I'm bored out of my skull."
That would help, Regina thought, splashing more gin
over the ice in their glasses. She'd been feeling the
same way herself, until this woman's husband had begun
an affair with her. She looked at Stella now, and knew
that they had shared the same prick. It gave her a
peculiar feeling, sitting close to her best friend and
wondering how to start the conversation that would lead
to better things for them both.
"I know what it's like to be bored and lonely," she
said. "I guess it happens to all marriages sooner or
later. I mean, we love our husbands, but it's the
boring routine -- "
Stella sipped her drink. "And the lack of boring, when
there should be, if you know what I mean. Or maybe
women are just more sexed than men?"
Regina smiled, thinking of Chuck's eagerness for a new
pussy and the strength, the power of his fucking. She
looked closely at Stella and saw the beauty of her
friend, the small loveliness of body and face, the
olive skin and the midnight black hair that curled
appealingly in a shag.
Bill would go out of his mind with this gorgeous little
woman stripped and waiting open-legged for him on a
bed. Regina leaned over and poured more gin. "Stella --
what would you say if I told you I'm having an affair?"
Stella blinked dark eyes at her. "I'd say wow! And that
I envy you for having the nerve. Who is it, Regina? Do
I know him?"
Regina nodded. "You know him very well. But I don't
know if I have the nerve to tell you who he is. I mean,
look Stella, I never want to lose your friendship; I
love you, and -- oh hell. This is even more difficult
than I thought it would be." She gulped her drink and
made a face. She was feeling the gin now, knowing its
warmth, and it was giving her courage to continue.
Taking a deep breath; she said: "How would you like to
swing with another man, too?"
"I'd like it fine," Stella said without hesitation.
"but there's always a hang-up. With me, it's the fear
that word will get back to Chuck. I don't want to lose
him, but I do feel a need for romance, and if I was
certain that the guy would be discreet and tender and
wouldn't open his big mouth."
"I'm sure this one wouldn't spread gossip around,"
Regina said. "The only trick is to seduce him, and you
can sure as hell do that, if you put that fabulous
little body to work on him."
Stella lifted a dark eyebrow. "You're serious, aren't
you? And just who is this paragon of discretion you
want me to seduce?"
Regina said it quickly: "Bill."
"W-who?" Ice rattled in Stella's glass.
"Bill, my husband. He's been staring at you for years."
Stella downed her drink swiftly. "I -- Regina, I don't
understand..."
Regina took the plunge. "It's really a matter of
trading, since the affair I'm having is with Chuck."
Stella stared, and the silence drew taut. Then she
said, "Well -- I'll be damned! So, that's where his
energy's been going. Chuck and you; I should have known
it would happen sometime. But you -- him..."
"He's a great lover," Regina said. "With me, anyway.
And I'm sure Bill will be rejuvenated with you. You'll
be very good for each other."
Stella laughed. "Sure we will. Why the hell not?"
* Chapter 6 *
Stella was slightly smashed, but there was a hot glow
in her eyes and a dampness to her lush mouth. "Never
thought I'd be discussing my husband's sexual prowess -
- or lack of same -- with you, Regina. But here we sit,
getting loaded and I'm not ripping your eyes out. In
fact, I'm kind of tickled at the whole thing. I'm
excited, too. It's all so wild and crazy."
Regina reached out and touched her friend's hand.
Stella's skin was like olive-colored velvet, that soft
and smooth. She said, "Stella -- it is wild and
wonderful, and you'll just about go out of your head
with Bill. Haven't you ever wondered how it would be
with him, if he would screw any different than your own
husband?"
The other woman held up her glass for a refill. "Yes, I
have. I envied you, because Bill always seemed so
attentive, and I thought: lucky girl -- she's getting
all the laying she wants. Oh damn; I'm getting myself
all mixed up, too. Maybe I'm just scared. I never --
never screwed anybody else since I married Chuck, and
only two boys before him. I -- I don't know."
Regina squeezed her hand. "You'll be perfect, and Bill
will be the luckiest guy around. You may have to push
it at first, make it really plain that you want him to
fuck you right away, but once he gets started, there'll
be no stopping him. And Stella, darling -- he doesn't
know about Chuck yet. I'll tell him after he screws
you, so he won't be able to be self-righteous."
Stella laughed. "Regina," she said, "you are really a
bitch."
"I know," she answered, "and isn't it fun? Let's have
another drink, darling."
They drank some more and got silly; they made plans and
discarded them, but finally came up with one that
seemed to be reasonably sensible. The kids would all be
sent out to movies, and supplied with enough money to
feed them afterward. Regina was to get Chuck aside and
make him, no matter how scary he got.
That would leave the field clear for Stella and Bill.
Dressed in her sexy best, Stella would get Bill to lay
her, over here in her own house. It would be a hurry-up
thing, the first time around, a quick screwing because
Bill would be worrying about his wife and her husband,
only next door.
But after the first dipping of his cock, Bill would be
trapped, drawn into the web of swapping as Stella was
being brought in. And Chuck? He had no choice, they
said; not unless he wanted to give up his newfound
romance with Regina's willing pussy.
Going back home later, lightheaded and giggly, Regina
thought that the only thing she hadn't been honest
about, was something that would have hurt. Stella
didn't have to know that her son was fucking Regina --
not yet, anyhow. There'd be time enough for that later,
after dear Stella had adjusted to being screwed by a
strange cock.
Into the house, Regina headed for the bathroom. She
needed a long soak in a hot tub, and time to think what
a great, swinging affair was coming up. Both men had a
big surprise coming, and she couldn't help wondering
how they would take it. Climbing into the steamy tub,
she also wondered if Bill would go down.
Evidently Stella was familiar with oral love, and if
she was really turned on, would teach Bill to do it.
Smiling to herself, Regina soaped her good body
thoroughly, rubbing her tits until the nipples stood
tall and hard, then running a hand over her mound until
the bubbles drifted over wet and golden curled pubic
hairs.
She was highly excited, turned more passionate by the
idea of her husband fucking her best friend, and seeing
some vague imagery beyond that immediate picture, a
shadowy scene of the four of them getting together. It
was so wild that she could barely restrain herself from
slipping a finger into her aching cunt.
Gritting her teeth, she gripped the side of the tub and
forced the heat to subside. She wanted to save herself
for the coming evening, for the exchange of fucking
that might very well turn into an orgy. A real, live
orgy, she thought. Four naked people screwing and
sucking each other, and whatever else four naked and
lustful people could do with and to each other.
She shivered in anticipation and slipped farther down
into the hot water, making waves that tickled her
nipples, hiding her pulsating cunt beneath the surface.
She relaxed then, stretched her long legs and was happy
with the wet, shining modeling of them, with the way
they tapered and with their sleekness. All three of her
men adored being wrapped in them as they fucked her.
Climbing from the tub, she toweled herself well, loving
the roughness of the towel against her flesh. Still,
she supposed that men dug little legs, too -- like
Stella had. They were very shapely and somehow reminded
Regina of a little girl. Men must like the idea of
screwing a little girl.
She stared wide-eyed into the full-length mirror. If
she had known fleeting thoughts about laying her own
son, might not both Chuck and Bill have had the same
kind of ideas -- throttled of course -- about their own
daughters?
Regina shook her head and hid her face from view. It
was all very weird, such thoughts no doubt brought on
by a combination of things -- the sudden and crazy
increase in screwing she had recently had, and the
unusual amount of gin she'd consumed that afternoon.
She'd have to go light on the sauce tonight; she sure
as hell didn't want to get smashed and pass out,
spoiling the party for everyone.
Dabbing on a goodly amount of musky perfume, she
wrapped the towel around her body and peeped from the
bathroom. Nobody was in the hall, so she scurried down
it to her own room and inside. Just a robe, she
thought; until she got the ball rolling. Then she'd
choose a slinky gown and wear it with nothing
underneath. Chuck would dig that, and it was probably
the same thing his wife had in mind.
Deliberately picking her shabbiest robe, Regina pulled
it on and went downstairs to make arrangements without
getting anyone suspicious.
The kids were happy to get the windfall, and were
immediately on the phone to the Baker kids next door.
Watching her daughter call, Regina couldn't stop
herself from wondering about Monica now that Carey
Baker knew how to fuck. Would he try to get into the
girl's panties? Not very likely, with her brother
along, Regina decided, and gave them her blessings as
they scooted for the door.
"Hey," Bill said, "what was that all about?"
"About a little party over at the Bakers," she said.
"For adults only."
"Sounds good, but can we come home early? After that
ball we had, I think I'd like to get to know my wife
better. In bed, that is."
She went over and kissed him, her robe falling open to
expose the round golden mounds of her tits. "Sure,
Bill. But I promised Stella we'd have a few drinks over
there."
He caressed her tit, but when his hand slipped down to
fondle between her thighs, she laughed and stepped away
from him. "Come on now. I promise you'll get all the
pussy you can handle tonight -- and more."
So he followed her obediently when they crossed the
yard to the Baker house. She wore the black dress, a
frothy thing the length of a mini, and with almost no
back. The front dipped low, too, and she felt
deliciously evil, not wearing a bra or panties.
Stella welcomed them effusively, as if they hadn't been
around for months, wearing a pale grey gown touched
with a vivid splash of red that set off her olive skin
perfectly. It also called attention to the fact that
she had a very shapely ass and tits that stood high
without benefit of bra.
Putting her lips close to Regina's ear, Stella
whispered, "Oh, I'm so excited. Do I look okay? Do you
think he'll notice me?"
Regina said, "If he doesn't, he's blind. Hit him with a
couple of doubles and you'll be on your way, darling.
And good screwing."
"Oh!" Stella gasped, and skipped away, her cute little
ass swinging. Glancing suddenly at her husband, Regina
saw his eyes following the motions. Good, she thought;
Bill was interested, and they'd see to it he was more
so as the evening wore on.
Chuck was a bit too proper, somewhat awkward around
her, until Regina got an opportunity to whisper: "I'll
fake an emergency with the lights at my place. You know
how helpless Bill is with electricity, so that'll give
us a chance to be together over there. I'm hot for you,
darling."
They danced and drank, and danced some more. From the
corner of her eye, Regina saw that Stella was really
rubbing it into Bill, that he was trying to hold off,
that his face was flushed and sweaty. She kept Chuck
busy so he didn't notice.
When she pulled her lights-out routine and asked Chuck
to come help, her own husband protested weakly, but she
could tell he wasn't at all interested in going with
them to "fix" things. He was too intrigued by the
sudden attention Stella Baker was paying him, and
Regina thought that Bill was also somehow hoping for a
miracle that would carry her allure farther. Bill
probably wasn't really believing that himself, but he
was in for a severe shock, because his little hot dream
would very soon be coming true.
Going across the back yard, she felt his hand cup one
cheek of her ass, and Chuck said at her ear: "How'd you
manage this? I know Stella is high, but what about
Bill?"
"Let's not worry about him, darling," she said, letting
them into the kitchen, but not turning on the light.
She turned to him instead, pressing the length of her
body against his and feeling the immediate rising of
his prick between them.
"There's time," he said softly, fondling her tits, then
dropping his hands to her buttocks so he could yank her
hard to him while he ground his staff into her belly.
"There's time, if we hurry."
She smiled in the darkness, kissed him and fed him her
tongue, then pulled back to say: "Have you ever fucked
a woman on her own kitchen table?"
"Damn," he whispered in awe. "You are something else,
baby."
His strong hands caught her around her slim waist, and
Regina was lifted to the table top, her legs going
wide. She hiked her dress high, got it crumpled up past
her hips and exposed the hairy mound of her pussy for
his caressing hand.
In the dark, in the spicy, exciting dark, she kissed
him savagely, biting at his lips and running her tongue
all the way back to his throat. She thought of what
must be already going on next door, of her husband and
his wife in each other's arms. It was so thrilling,
just the concept, the sneaky-inciting feeling of
everybody taking something, of everyone receiving
something, too.
Her cunt blazed, softened and turned juicy. She bucked
it up against the heel of his hand, and his thumb rode
along her labia, up to her pelvis. "Oh Chuck! Fuck me.
Please hurry and fuck me, before I go right out of my
mind."
"Yeah," he panted, "we have to hurry, in case they get
suspicious over there. I'll just drop my pants and get
my cock out of my shorts -- ahh, Regina -- your pussy
is soft and warm. Your cunt hairs are tickling the head
of my prick. Feel it there, darling -- feel it?"
"Oh yes, yes. Shove it on in, Chuck -- ease it up into
my pussy. Oh yes -- yes, that's it, baby! Yes, fine,
fine -- ahhh..."
She knew the glorious sensation of his entering knob,
the spongy-hard pressure that separated her labia and
forced the way for his shaft. Regina lifted to the
challenge, drew up her knees and brought her feet into
contact with his back, then to the crack of his ass.
Digging in her heels, she drove him deeper into the wet
grasping of her pussy. Chuck burrowed in until his
balls came to rest against her slit, and immediately he
began to stroke, to thrust back and forth into her
vagina, stimulating her clitoris with every sensuous
movement.
"Beautiful hard prick," she gasped. "Wonderful stiff
cock. Feed it to me, Chuck. Screw me hard and mean;
fuck me, oh -- fuck me!"
He answered by stepping up his pace, by cramming his
hard prick almost brutally home into her suctioning
cunt. Pounding it deep, pulling back for another savage
stroke, Chuck had his hands on her waist to keep her
from sliding off the table as he fucked her.
Regina held to him by the shoulders, kissed him,
tongued him, panted into his open mouth. Her heels
helped him to rock in into her smoothly, kept him from
backing his shaft too far out of her snatch. She rode
the driving cock blissfully, twisted and turned upon
the impaling length of it, took it far up into her
vaginal cup and knew the bumping of its head against
her womb.
It was good for her, highlighted by the stray thoughts
that perhaps her husband was slamming his own hard
prick into Chuck's lovely wife, just as she was coming
on Chuck's cock. She hunched and shuddered, and was
coming in ecstasy, moaning and clawing at his back
while his prick continued to slam into her oily hot
pussy.
Chuck came a few strokes later, and she wrapped her
legs around the small of his back as he did, reveling
in the hot gushing of his semen, in the splatter of the
near-blistering come that inundated the walls of her
vagina. Oh, how she loved to fuck this man, how she
adored every small wiggle of his cock within her pussy,
how she loved each quiver of his ass.
Slowly, her legs eased down, slipped off his hips and
hung over the edge of her kitchen table. Incongruously
she thought that breakfast here would never be the same
again, that she would always remember the fucking that
had happened on the table. How could corn flakes
compare with that?
Chuck pulled his cock from the reluctant lips of her
cunt, and some slippery liquids followed it outside to
puddle in the crack of her ass. He said, "That was
great, darling -- but we'd better hurry back to my
house, before our spouses get all upset at us being
gone so long. And by the way, what light was I supposed
to have fixed?"
She climbed down from the table and made smoothing
motions across her dress, wondering if any leaking
semen would spot through, but then deciding that she
didn't really give a damn. She wanted to wear the wet
stain of his come as a badge of joy, as a proud sign of
her happiness.
"You fixed the kitchen light," she said, "the one over
the sink. But you know what? I don't think anyone is
going to ask about lights. I have a pretty good idea
that our loving spouses are doing just what we've been
doing -- loving."
Chuck stopped dead in his tracks. "What do you mean?
You think that Stella -- Stella -- "
In the dark, she turned to him and found his face with
both hands, found his stiff body with her own pliant
one. "I know Stella is making it. If Bill isn't too
chicken to let her seduce him, that is. I'm betting he
isn't that scared, not with your wife pushing that
gorgeous little body up to him the way she was doing,
even before we left the party."
"Wait a minute," Chuck said. "My wife..."
"And Bill's wife," she reminded him. "Or would you
rather give me up?"
"I didn't say -- but I can't believe that Stella would
make it with Bill... I mean, she's so withdrawn, so
wrapped up in her kids -- I... oh hell; I don't know
what the hell I think!"
She took him by the hand, led him gently back out
through the kitchen door. "Don't think, then -- just
react, darling. I don't know about you, but I know that
I'm turned on by the idea. They'll make a lovely
couple, fucking."
"Oh damn," Chuck muttered, but allowed her to lead him
into his own yard and up to the back porch. She felt
his resistance there, and he still hung back a little
as she dragged him to the doorway of the living room.
Her breath caught in her throat as he saw them in the
lighted room, saw their naked bodies intertwined in the
embrace of love. She'd been right; they were a
beautiful couple.
Stella was straddling Bill, and her back was to them as
they stood transfixed and watched. Regina could see the
polished red shaft of her husband's cock sliding in and
out of the black-haired cunt lips, see the slow
movement of his balls. Mostly, she could see the spread
thighs and rounded ass cheeks of Stella Baker.
Regina felt Chuck's hands clench hers so tightly that
she was hurt, but she made no sound that carried over
the muffled beating of her heart. She knew what Chuck
was feeling, for the same violent emotions were racing
through her own head, her own body. They were both
seeing their mates fucking someone else, actually
witnessing the frenzied screwing of a man and woman who
meant so much to them.
But Stella was grinding sensuously upon Bill's upright
prick, and Bill was stroking her hips gently as they
fucked, so Regina could not help but feel the love that
flowed from the interlocked bodies. The sex was strong,
too -- the lust and lasciviousness that hung about the
fucking pair like an aura.
Regina had never been so turned on, and she felt every
pore of her body, each hair and crevice and tender part
of skin and flesh and tissue. Her eyes were wide and a
pulse beat insanely in her throat as she stared at the
man she loved and the woman who was her best friend.
Stella lifted her ass and the greasy rod was exposed;
she lowered it gently, twisting, and the long cock was
buried in her richly-haired pussy.
Beside her, Chuck whispered tensely: "Look at her ride
his cock. She fucks slow like that, grinds and squeezes
her tight pussy on a prick; she's still almost as tight
as a girl, and she loves to fuck. You can see that she
really loves to ride his meat."
As quietly, she said to him in turn, "Does it bother
you, seeing another man's meat in your wife's cunt?"
"Yes," he said, "but not the way I always figured it
would. It's -- it's kind of like his cock was mine, and
like I want him to see and feel and know what a
wonderful fuck she is. I'm proud of my wife, and how
else can my friend really know how wonderful she is,
unless he fucks her?"
Regina nodded and let go of his hand so that she could
reach to find his prick, hidden in his slacks. It was
rock-hard and bulging, even though he had released a
tremendous load of semen only minutes before. She
caressed his cock, zipped down his fly and took it out
into her fingers, cuddling its velveted iron warmth.
"That's right," she said, "I feel very much like that,
as if I was sharing something very precious. Not losing
anything, but enriching it through the sharing."
His hand lifted from around her waist and cupped her
tit. "She's giving him a long, slow fuck. The inside of
Stella's cunt is like hot satin now, all slippery and
slidy around his prick."
"Yes," she breathed in answer. "And by the way she's
shaking that lovely little ass, she's close to coming.
Bill, too -- if you watch how his balls are beginning
to jerk up and down."
"Wow," Bill murmured, "a guy's prick just about to go
off inside my wife's sweet pussy. I may cream in your
hand, Regina."
She stopped masturbating him. "Save it, darling. Oh
look, look!" And then they both fell silent because the
others were talking.
Stella Baker cried out: "I'm coming, Bill! Oh you nice
hard bastard, I'm coming!"
And Bill Abbott answered, "D-darling -- me, too! My
prick is letting it go -- here comes my cream, Stella.
I'm coming in your hot snatch -- pumping you full of my
come!"
They blurred together then, twisting and hunching, and
Regina heard the slap-slap of her husband's balls as
they bounced up to bang into the gyrating crack of
Stella's polished ass. Bill's fingers dug into her
waist, and his mouth lifted up to suck in the dangled
offering of her tit. Sloshing noises rose from their
crotches, and their moans were background to the liquid
pounding.
Regina squeezed hard on Chuck's stiff cock; together,
they watched their mates shudder to completion, his
wife and her husband in the throes of orgasm, coming
grandly and in wild spasms. It was beautiful, she
thought; it was lovely.
* Chapter 7 *
She didn't quite have the nerve to just walk in on
them; the shock might have been too great for all
concerned. Regina had wanted to do it, very much. She
had balanced for a ragged moment upon the precipice,
needing to just leap naked into a tangle with Stella
and Bill, and to drag in Chuck, also.
But of course, that wouldn't have worked at all. Not
yet. There could have been complications -- guilt and
shock and embarrassment. Backing away, she had saved
them all that, spared them the agonies of indecision.
"Come on," she hissed to Chuck, and still holding him
by the prick, led him tiptoeing past the collapsed pair
on the living room floor. Since she knew their house
almost as well as her own, Regina steered Chuck into
the nearest bedroom, one right off the hall where they
could peep out at their spouses and not be seen
themselves.
"Lie down here with me," she said softly. "I'll put one
leg over you and we can lie here side by side, screwing
while they recover their strength. Since they didn't
hear us come in, and since your wife knows I'm fucking
you, she won't be worried about the length of time
we're gone. Of course, we'll have to break up this good
screwing before all the kids come home, but there's
hours until then."
With the head of his prick at the wet entrance to her
pussy, Chuck Baker said, "Stella knows I've been laying
you?"
"Sure -- that's how she and I set you two guys up
tonight."
"That's sneaky," he said, and gave a sudden thrust that
forced his cock inside her damply willing cunt.
With an answering wiggle of her crotch, Regina said,
"So is that. Let's just lie here and fuck quietly,
until they get it on again out there. They will, before
too long; they're just getting to know each other --
like we did, in the beginning, remember?"
Chuck worked his shaft inside the clinging hotness of
her well-lubricated pussy. "That was only a couple of
days ago, baby. Hey -- they're beginning to stir
around; Stella's climbing off him now, and man -- look
at his cock, all slick and gleaming -- still some come
drops on the head of it, too."
Regina watched every move of the other couple, wishing
that they could be side by side, even touching. A
shudder rippled through her then, as she imagined the
wildest thing ever -- all four of them fucking happily
away, and changing partners back and forth.
Her cunt gripped Chuck's prick and massaged it; rolling
her hips, she pulled his thrusts deeper into herself,
grinding her pelvis into his while he fondled her ass,
while he nuzzled her throat.
He said, "She's kissing him, lying on top of him and
playing with his cock. Stella does that sometimes,
usually when she hasn't been entirely satisfied and
means to go down on me -- on him, now. Man, man; that's
it! She's going to eat your husband's prick."
"How nice," Regina said, squirming on his prick. "This
will be another first for Bill -- he's never been eaten
by another woman. In fact, he's only been eaten once,
by me; but he's learned to like it."
Chuck stroked into her, his cock hard and long, bigger
around than her husband's tool, bigger and longer than
his son's penis. Guiltily, she remembered Carey and the
boy's sex hunger for her. And maybe for someone else,
she recalled, but put that out of her mind for the
moment. There were too many things going on right now
for her to be dwelling on future possibilities. One way
or the other, young Carey Baker would get all the
fucking he could handle.
Chuck said, "He'll have to eat her cunt, too. My wife
really digs doing sixty-nine. Has he ever gone down on
you, Regina?"
"Yes," she said, "just once, and I had to practically
force him into doing it for me then. But once he got
going, Bill stopped being uptight about eating pussy
and did a great job."
She fell quiet then, watching the tableau before them,
seeing the attractive darkness of the other woman, the
small and sexy body that was so determined to swing
with her husband all night. Stella was busily kissing
down Bill's belly, and he was arching his back,
trembling visibly at her caresses. It wasn't until she
had reached his pelvic area that she crawled around
with the lower portion of her trimly rounded body and
poised astraddle his head.
"There she goes," Chuck breathed. "I knew she couldn't
just go down on him without getting in on the goodies
herself."
There was an entirely different feel to it, Regina
thought, lying there and being fucked by one man, while
watching another woman kiss the shaft of her husband's
cock. It was far more stimulating to see sex and to
feel it at the same time, and when the watched sex was
someone she loved, the sensations were heightened
considerably.
She saw Stella's black-haired crotch, dripping from its
fucking, lower to cover Bill's face, and a sharp stab
of rapture flashed through her. Her eyes were half-
glazed, and she used them to see Stella's hungry mouth
cover the head of Bill's cock. Stella's ivory cheeks
dipped in as she sucked on the knob, and Bill's ass
rolled against the carpet in a new ecstasy.
"They're sucking each other off," she murmured. "They
fucked, and now they're eating each other." She gave a
twist of her pelvis that made Chuck's slowly thrusting
cock rub more violently against her sensitive clitoris.
"Beautiful," Chuck said, ramming his prick home a
little harder, a little faster. "Never thought I'd get
a kick out of seeing my wife's lips wrapped around
another man's prick, but I do -- I sure as hell do.
Look at her sucking him -- look how he's eating up into
her hot pussy!"
"Uh!" Regina grunted. "Oh -- uh!" It was so good, so
thrilling, knowing the slide of his prick in her pussy,
watching his wife and her husband do a sixty-nine.
She fought to hold her eyes open, when they wanted so
much to close in rapture, and she ground her pussy
savagely onto Chuck's lunging cock while she pressed
her tits hard into his chest, rubbing the nipples back
and forth to further stimulate him, and herself.
It was wild and it was intense, and the orgasm burst
madly within her vagina before she knew it was coming.
Regina shuddered and heaved, snapping her cunt down on
Chuck's pounding shaft as she came. It was terrific, a
pin-wheeling of hot flashes and a strobe-light
scattering of feelings both violent and tender. Her ass
trembled, and she felt the gentle intrusion of Chuck's
little finger, without remembering when he first
started prodding softly at her asshole.
That tickled, too, and Regina bucked crazily in the
throes of her climax, slammed her crotch against the
pole that was fucking, fucking into her blazing cunt.
Chuck said aloud: "Oh! Oh baby -- coming, coming --
COMING!"
The come blew from the end of his imbedded cock, hissed
hotly into the gulping of her hole, spewing its thick
and creamy boiling liquid throughout her vagina. His
balls jerked against the crack of her ass, and his
fingertip slipped into the tight little ring itself.
Gasping, Regina dug her nails into his back and rotated
her pelvis furiously against his hairy crotch. Then she
sighed in completion, rocked gently with the subsiding
waves of warm love that flooded her being. Her eyelids
fluttered, and with an effort, she focused upon the two
naked people in the other room.
She saw something different. She watched in amazement
as Stella lifted her siphoning mouth from Bill's
upright prick, just at the moment of ejaculation.
Stella had fingers wrapped around the thick base of the
cock, and was fondling it, but her mouth backed off at
the very second he began to come. But she didn't lose a
drop, Regina saw; she caught all the spurting white
stuff as she would drink from a squirting fountain,
letting it spit up into her open lips.
Her fingers played up and down his shaft, stimulating
him to greater discharge, and Bill responded by gushing
more hot juice into her mouth. After the second pulsing
of come, Stella lowered her mouth again, and Bill's
cock all but vanished from sight.
Why, thought Regina, the other woman must have the head
of that prick all the way in her throat. Stella's
cheeks dipped hollowly again, and she was sucking,
pulling, drawing, every single droplet of semen from
the stiffly throbbing prick-head. She was good at
sucking off a man, Regina saw; Stella was truly an
expert, and one who obviously loved her work.
And her husband Bill -- he was wiggling with happiness
as she blew him, and as he worked her pussy like an
orange, sucking and lapping avidly. Stella groaned
around his cock, and her trimly modeled ass heaved up
and down. She was coming then, reaching a fantastic
orgasm, her clit shivering and pulsating while Bill
nipped it, rolled it between his teeth. Regina saw and
felt it as if her husband were doing it to her, instead
of to Stella Baker.
But she didn't begrudge Stella the ecstasy; she really
didn't. She was thrilled that her husband could enjoy
giving such pleasure to the lovely woman who had so
marvelously reciprocated by sucking his prick.
They moved apart as she watched, Stella lifting,
crawling aside on her hands and knees, Bill lying there
relaxed and supine, his well-worked cock still stiffly
erect, but drained of all semen for a while. His balls
had turned out two huge loads of come in a short time;
they must be working overtime now, catching up,
replenishing the supply.
Stella crawled farther, came nearer, and Regina felt
Chuck stiffen against her, felt his prick suddenly whip
out of her snatch, and before she could do more than
take a deep breath, her lover was gone, scared away by
the approach of his wife. Regina came to a kneeling
position, her tits jutting proudly out, Chuck's semen
frothy upon her pubic hairs.
Stella stayed on all fours, her own fine tits hanging
down. Through a curly tangle of black hair, her dark
brown eyes peered at Regina. "Thought I heard somebody
in here. Chuck was with you?"
"Was," Regina answered. "He got frightened away."
"Tell him not to be scared," Stella breathed, coming up
to her knees, staring sultry-eyed at Regina. "You're a
beautiful woman; no wonder Chuck's attracted to you."
"You're lovely, too," Regina said. "Bill and Chuck both
are very lucky guys."
Stella's smile was bright. "Regina."
"In time," Regina said. "What we have to do now, is to
get everybody together, and make this affair a real,
swinging one. Don't you want it that way -- all honest
and above board, with the four of us screwing together,
making love together?"
Stella nodded. "Of course, I do. I could go for that
right now, but the men..." she turned her head. "Look!
Bill has scooted off, too."
Regina held out a hand and the other woman took it.
Together, they stood up, staring deeply into each
other's eyes, possibly seeing into each other's souls.
Regina said then, "It's a little late tonight, and the
guys are probably pooped out. But tomorrow, if we can
get rid of the kids."
"Sure, Stella said, and stepped close, standing tiptoe
so that her nipples could reach Regina's tits. A spark
shot through Regina at the merest brushing of nipple to
nipple, and she said huskily: I'd better go find Bill.
You can talk to your husband."
"I will," Stella promised, and held up her lips to be
kissed. Regina could not resist, even though she knew
those same lips had just a moment ago sucked all the
come from her own husband's prick. Stella's mouth was
soft and knowing, filled with treasures and promises,
and Regina realized only the hot whiplash of the other
woman's delicate tongue before breaking away with a
gasp.
"Oh, wow! I -- I'd better go right now, before I get
mixed into something I don't even understand, and
before the kids come home."
Petulantly, Stella said, "Oh, screw the kids! But I
guess you're right, darling. Tomorrow will be better
all the way around. Goodnight for now."
"For now," Regina agreed, and thought how close
Stella's remark about screwing the kids had come to
reality. She hurried from the house, wondering what
Stella's feelings would be when the other woman learned
that Regina was already being fucked by her son, by
young Carey Baker. Would there be anger, the outraged
mother blazing forth? Would there be shock and disgust
-- or even jealousy?
None of that would be very good for their new and
swiftly blooming relationship, but if Stella
understood, if she even approved of her son being
taught sexually by Regina, then all would be smooth,
for everybody.
She went into her own house and flicked on the kitchen
light, sparing a grin for the table where she had been
fucked by Chuck Baker. Bill wasn't in the living room,
so she climbed the stairs and found him in their own
bedroom.
"Hi, darling."
He rolled over on the bed, covered by a sheet. "Did you
actually watch me making it with Stella?"
"Sure, and you were both great. Especially during the
sixty-nine act; you really learned oral sex in a
hurry."
Bill said, "Damn it! You set it up with Stella in the
first place; she told me so. She also told me that
you've been screwing Chuck. Is that right?"
She sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled off her
wrinkled dress, working it up over her head. "Yes,
that's right. I enjoy fucking him as much as you dig
fucking his wife. Does that make us both some kind of
monster? Or rather, does it make all four of us
perverts or something?"
He looked away from her. "I, it's kind of different,
for a man."
"Like hell," she said. "You should have seen how turned
on Chuck got, seeing you put the meat to Stella. When
you ate each other, he was fucking me in the next room,
and we both watched you two make it, until we came
ourselves."
He bit his lips. "That's a weird way to talk to your
husband, describing how you and another man screwed."
She reached over and placed her palm flat on his lower
belly. "Don't act like such a prude, when you're really
not. I can see that you've got about half a hard-on
under that sheet. Surprising, isn't it -- how you can
get your prick up after coming twice, just a little
while ago?"
"Regina."
Leaning over, she kissed him softly on the mouth, and
thought for a fleeting second that she could taste the
vaginal flavors of Stella's pussy. Maybe it was only
her imagination, but the idea excited her tremendously.
She said, "You like it, darling, so admit it. You get a
kick out of thinking about me taking another man's cock
in my cunt. I can feel your cock rising in my hand
right now. Here -- I'll pull back the sheet and lie
down beside you, and I'll tell you all about it, tell
you exactly how I felt tonight when I was fucking Chuck
Baker. Or would you rather hear all the details about
the very first time we screwed?"
He buried his hot face between her tits, and his hands
sought the warm comfort of her hips. Bill's voice was
muffled when he replied: "The first time. It was the
first time you ever fucked anybody else, wasn't it?"
She stroked his hair and pushed her belly closer to
his. "Yes, dear. Just a couple of days ago. I never
screwed anybody but you, before then."
She could barely hear him when he said, "Tell me all of
it, how his prick felt, everything."
* Chapter 8 *
Her voice slow and easy, Regina described her first
marital misstep to her husband, gently massaging his
erect prick as she did so. After two recent
ejaculations, he would not come again soon, if any more
that night, but she could make it pleasantly erotic for
him.
"It was a shock, really -- feeling his prick enter my
pussy for the first time. He's a little bigger than
you, dear, as you'll see very soon. That didn't make
much difference, though; what did, was the knowledge
that he was actually fucking me, that another man's
cock besides yours was really in my pussy. I almost
came with the very first stroke."
His lips closed over one of her nipples, and around it
Bill asked, "Did he kiss you a lot first, feel your
snatch and play with your tits?"
"Yes, darling. And we fucked quickly, I think. I know
it didn't seem to last long enough, and then -- Chuck
taught me how to go down on him."
His voice was a mumble "You sucked him off? What -- how
did you handle the -- I mean..."
She stroked his prick, fondled his head. "Did I swallow
his come, you mean? Yes, I did. I swallowed every hot,
thick drop of Chuck's semen, darling."
He shuddered against her and his mouth pulled hard on
her nipple. She continued to tell the story, describing
in vivid detail every move, every word and response of
her first sexual encounter with her husband's best
friend. As she talked, he got more and more excited,
and so she simply rolled him over onto his back and
mounted him.
"There, dear -- isn't that better? You can keep your
prick in here where Chuck had his twice tonight? Did I
tell you that he fucked me on the kitchen table, that I
wrapped my legs around him while he rammed that big
meat pole up my cunt? It was after that, we sneaked
back over to their house and saw Stella riding you like
a horse. Well, almost -- she was bouncing up and down
on your prick, though."
He thrust up into her, his prick delightfully stiff
now, and she said, "Do you feel anything different
inside my cunt? It should be a lot more slippery, what
with Chuck's semen in there. Two loads of his creamy
juice, he left in me. It's still there, isn't it --
except for the little bit that leaked out on my legs?"
Bill moaned in answer, and worked his prick around in
her wet vagina, stroking and wiggling it, backing it
down and punching it up with force.
"You really like that," Regina continued. "You're
really hot, feeling his come in there on your prick.
You'd like to fuck me right after he does, to feel it
fresh and bubbling."
"Regina -- you bitch -- you hot-assed bitch!"
She ground sensuously upon his shaft. "Or maybe, you'd
dig it better to help him fuck your wife. How about if
he screws me and then you get between my legs, and then
Chuck goes around to where he can put his cock into my
mouth? Would you enjoy that, darling?"
Moaning and panting, he clamped his hands viciously
into the soft flesh of her ass cheeks and fucked her
harder. She luxuriated in her new mastery of him, in
this new and most intimate knowledge of a side of her
husband he had never before exposed. It was fun, riding
him, holding him down, pinning him into place with her
strong thighs.
She took one of his hands, drew it back from her haunch
and guided it to the cleft of her steamy ass. "Here,
Bill -- use your pinkie -- feel the little ring? Yes --
oh yes, right there, baby. That's what Chuck did to me
once -- shoved the end of his finger in there while he
was fucking me, and it made me come that much wilder."
He pushed brutally, and his dry finger hurt her as it
shoved into her asshole, but she held herself from
flinching, and wiggled her ass until her natural inner
lubrication eased the pressure. It felt good to her
then; it felt very good.
"We can do it," she said. "We can do anything we want
to do -- maybe you can stick your meat into Stella,
right after her own husband has screwed her, or put it
in my mouth while Chuck screws me -- anything."
"UHHH!" he grunted loudly. "Uhhh -- Regina -- oh, shake
that hot pussy, you passionate bitch. Rub it all over
my prick -- all that slippery juice from his cock."
She rocked in rhythm upon his jerking shaft, feeling
the squirt of his come, the lesser explosion that was
all the more precious to her because it had been nearly
impossible to precipitate.
"Come, darling," she soothed. "Come in mama's pussy,
right in on top of the other man's semen. Mix it all
up, darling -- that's right -- oh, Bill, you're sweet
and wonderful."
And before she knew it, she was reaching her own
orgasm, talked into it by her own sexy voice and the
things she had been saying all this time. She was also
worked into coming by the intense and erotic
penetration of her husband's cock.
Bending in the middle, she collapsed, dropped her tits
forward and pillowed them upon his face. His finger
slipped out of her asshole, and she only dimly
remembered when he had put it in there. She was heavy
upon him, and that worried her, so she carefully lifted
off his quickly softening prick and dropped bonelessly
to one side, her arm across his belly.
When she could talk again, she said, "That was
wonderful, Bill. That was freaky and crazy and
thrilling, and I adored every voluptuous second of it.
How about you?"
"Terrific," he sighed. "Who would ever have believed
that I could get my balls off three times in one night?
And every time I came, it was like the first time --
big and heavy. I don't know what the hell to say,
Regina. I guess we're both learning something about the
other guy, after all these years we've been married."
"We are," she agreed, "and that part of it is
wonderful, too. We're being honest and not hiding
anything. We're just finding that love doesn't mean
owning each other, that it can mean giving the other
guy free rein to be happy, to have all the fun out of
life he can get. And since that seems to also mean that
we want to fuck other people, why not? Why the hell
not, Bill?"
He said slowly, "I'm not arguing. I'll admit now that
I'm damned glad you and Chuck started fucking. Not only
for your happiness, but because you felt you had to set
me up with Stella. I've been dreaming about getting
into that sweet, hot little ass for many years -- ever
since we've known the Bakers, but I never had the nerve
to try, and probably never would have."
"Good," she said. "I felt the same way about Chuck. And
I think we can all swing together, sharing and fucking
and getting it on in any way we like. We're really
going to have a ball, Bill. It's going to be
magnificent."
He turned over and they kissed. Bill said, "I know it
will, and I'm excited as hell about it. But right now,
I'm about to pass out. Good night, Regina."
"Good night," she murmured, and almost immediately
heard the deepening of his breath as he began to fall
asleep. He was tired, she realized, drained of semen
and strength, and she wasn't too far behind him.
Turning over, snuggling her ass into his pelvis as she
often did when they were going to sleep, she thought
that her kids weren't even home yet, that they had
screwed away the night early. The adults had screwed,
not the kids.
Or had they? Carey Baker had almost a constant hard-on,
and Monica Abbott was a cute girl, a little older than
Carey, and very sexy looking. That was weird, Regina
thought; she'd never before classified her daughter as
sexy. Pretty, vivacious, girlishly appealing, yes --
but never sexy. Yet she had to say now that Monica was
just that, with high, firm tits and a saucy little ass
that swung alluringly when she walked.
Carey wouldn't miss an opportunity to get into that, if
he possibly could. Unless he was only turned on by
older women. Nonsense; cunt was cunt to a horny boy
like that. Monica could probably take care of herself;
kids were pretty smart these days.
Besides, the four of them were together, and there was
protection in numbers. Maybe. There had been four
people over at the Bakers tonight, and look what
happened. Four young, sexy and good-looking kids could
do worse. What was she fretting about, anyway? What was
sauce for the geese could be juice for the goslings, if
it came to that.
Regina turned again, her eyes opening and staring up at
the dark ceiling. A lot of ideas and scenes were
wheeling around inside her head: Carey screwing her
daughter Monica; her son putting his young prick to
Judy Baker; the kids changing over so that brothers
were fucking sisters --
She shook her head and tried to get comfortable on her
pillow. She had a wild imagination these days, and it
was running loose now. The kids probably would do no
more than share a few kisses after a hamburger and
coke. And if they actually got somewhat more involved
with each other, what was so terrible about that? At
least, today there was the pill.
All right, Regina said to herself. So what if they
fucked? That would be okay, too. Who the hell was she
to decide at what time in life her own children could
experience the joys of sexual release? If they were big
enough, they were old enough, somebody once said, and
Carey Baker proved the point. He was a horny boy with a
fine, hard cock always eager to be soaked in a woman's
pussy. Would her own son Dale be any different?
And how about Monica? Didn't the same genes stir in her
finely-formed young body, the same powerful genes that
made her mother and now her father so sexy? Turning
again, Regina snuggled closer to her husband. There was
so much for them to do yet, without involving any of
the kids -- if that was at all possible.
Carey was already involved, and might get himself in
even deeper. She suspected that Carey had more than a
casual eye for his own mother. He'd suggested getting
her into the affair with Bill. What could be more
likely than some form of blackmail on his part, to make
Stella spread her legs for him? He'd already proved
himself capable of blackmail.
Regina was glad he'd forced her into screwing him. She
really enjoyed her sessions with young Carey, feeling
marvelously dirty by fucking a fourteen-year-old boy.
She had a lot to teach him, too -- such as the sixty-
nine position his mother was so fond of. She'd really
get a kick out of eating that eager cock.
She had told no one about Carey, not yet. Bill was
ready to learn of her other lover, but maybe Chuck
wasn't. That left some possibilities open, of a
swinging triangle between her husband, herself, and
Carey. That would be far out and exciting -- if the boy
didn't get scared off by the very idea.
Slowly, sleep came to Regina Abbott, and she relaxed
into its warmth to dream of being fucked by her three
men. But there was another in the shadows, so she
couldn't see his face, only his prick. His prick was
long and strong.
She came awake gently, in a calm and rested lassitude.
Stretching, she smiled and became conscious of her body
again, a sweetly responsive body that had so recently
been turned on, brought again to the arousals of sex.
Her thighs rubbed together, and her nipples brushed the
sheet; she tingled.
Putting out one hand, she found that her husband was
already up and gone, his spot in bed cooled off.
Regina's smile widened; Bill himself certainly wasn't
cooled off. He was more randy than he had been since
they were first married, and he was truly excited about
their mixing in with Stella and Chuck in a swinging
foursome.
Out of bed, she stood awhile in the freshness of the
day, standing naked and at peace with the world. In the
shower, she soaped extravagantly and rinsed for a long
time, changing the water from hot to warm to cold.
Gasping, her nipples standing straight out and her skin
turned pink, she toweled briskly and looked at herself
in the mirror.
A younger, newer Regina Abbott, one with the blush of
excitement in her cheeks and a readiness for love in
her thighs. She looked good, felt good, and was ready
for just about anything the world might have on hand
for her this gorgeous day.
She found the kitchen empty, although smells of
breakfast lingered there; Bill and the kids had let her
sleep, and gone off somewhere. She drank orange juice
and coffee, had a bowl of yogurt and some toast, the
euphoria growing inside her. A bright day, she thought
-- a shiny day waiting to be used.
Looking at a spoonful of white and creamy yogurt, she
saw the table top below it and giggled. Her ass had
been just about there, when Chuck Baker poured the
prick to her last night, when he had released semen
into her that looked very much like what she was
holding in the spoon. Regina licked at the stuff and
chuckled again, wondering if any housewife with nearly
grown children had ever thought such attractively evil
thoughts over her breakfast table.
She was tidying up the sink when she heard someone
behind her. The hands touched her ass gently, lovingly,
and the breath stirred into the short curls at the nape
of her neck. Instinctively, she leaned back into him,
wiggling her tail, lifting her tits for the cupping of
hands that would surely come.
"Wow, Mrs. Abbott -- I couldn't wait any longer."
Carey Baker. She turned suddenly, a bit disturbed.
"Carey, damn it! You can't come sneaking over here
every time you get a hard-on. It's too dangerous. I
don't know where my own family is, or when they'll be
back -- and you know damned well that your mother is in
the habit of dropping over for coffee."
He pressed against her, his prick hard against her
belly, burning through the thin, translucent material
of her robe. "I didn't think we could fuck right away.
I just couldn't stand not feeling you, or seeing you."
She touched his cheek, let him play with her tits for a
moment. "You're a very sweet boy, Carey, but you have
to be more careful."
He said, "It went pretty good last night, huh? Did your
husband really fuck my mother?"
"Yes, he did. And your father and I made it in the same
house, watching them screw. But they didn't see us.
Next time, we'll fuck together, all four of us."
His eyes went wide. "I'd really like to see that."
"Maybe you will," she said, then: "Carey -- have you
ever screwed my daughter Monica?"
Carey blinked rapidly. "No. I'm too young for her, she
thinks. I tried to get into her a month or so ago, and
she slapped the hell out of me for just touching her
tit. Why? Were you worried about that?"
"Not really," she said, surprising herself with the
truth of that. "I just wondered."
"She's not a cherry," he said. "I know that much.
Neither is my sister, but neither of them make a habit
out of screwing guys. Just one or two, the way I hear
it."
Regina digested that information, and when Carey pushed
an exploring hand between her thighs, she simple spread
her legs so that he could fondle her pussy as he
wanted. Monica fucking, and the Baker girl, too.
"And Dale?" she asked.
Carey grinned and stroked his fingertips along her
labia, feeling, exploring. "Oh, sure. At least, he
claims he's screwed a girl."
For an instant, Regina felt an unreasoning stab of
jealousy, and bit her lips. Then she said, "You're
going to have to help us, you know. By keeping the
other kids away as much as possible. That may mean
you'll also have to stay away from me, but I can manage
some time for us. If..."
"Hey," he said. "I can't dig that. I thought -- "
"I haven't told my husband, or your parents about you
and me yet," she cut in. "I don't know if they're ready
for that kind of information. But the kids have to be
steered away from what we're all doing, or the entire
affair may explode in our faces."
He slid away from her. "I hear Mom coming across the
yard. I'm going to duck into the storage closet over
there and listen, and after she leaves, you and I have
to screw some more. Then we'll talk about what to do
with the other kids, okay?"
"Go on," she said, pushing him at the closet.
The door had barely closed -- or almost closed --
behind him when his mother came into the kitchen.
Regina had to force herself to look Stella Baker in the
eye and smile.
"Hi, Stella -- you look great."
"I feel great," the other woman said. "Let's pour some
of that good brandy into our coffee this morning, and
discuss all the fucking we did last night."
* Chapter 9 *
They were chatting, but not casually. There was a fiery
undercurrent in their words, an excitement flaring in
the breaths they took. Regina was generous with the
brandy, needing its settling effect as they talked
about the previous night. From time to time, she cast
quick glances at the closet door, at the thin crack
where Carey Baker was peeping at his mother and
listening avidly to every word they said.
It must be driving the boy up the wall, she thought,
and imagined him crouching there with his taut young
prick in his hand, playing with himself as he heard the
juicy, intimate details. Just knowing that he was there
also stimulated Regina, and she found herself gulping
at her heavily-brandied coffee.
"It was really kind of crazy," Stella said. "I figured
that you and Chuck would come back before long, but I
just had to go down on Bill, right after we fucked. And
I just had to have him eat me, too."
That should have jolted Carey right to his balls,
Regina thought; now he could think of his mother
sucking a man's cock, of his mother getting her cunt
eaten by someone besides his father. He was probably
beginning to jack off.
She said, "Yes, Stella. I know how you felt. I screwed
Chuck over here on the table, then at your place. Tell
me, did you two do much talking after we left?"
"For hours," Stella answered. "It was the damnedest
thing -- us lying there bare-assed, both fresh from
screwing someone else, and discussing all our sexual
hang-ups. It seems that Chuck really got high, watching
Bill fuck me."
Regina nodded. "The same with Bill. He'll go along with
the four of us making it together tonight."
"Chuck is real anxious," Stella said, draining her
coffee cup and holding it out for more. "So am I, and
Regina -- I really have to thank you. I'm so glad that
you and Chuck started screwing, so that Bill and I
could get in on it. It's a wonderful thing, to feel so
free and easy, to be able to talk about it. And while
I'm about it, I think your husband is a wonderful
lover; he's so eager to please, and his prick stays so
hard."
Regina gulped. "Y-yeah, but he was softening with me.
Until now. Last night, we screwed again after we got
home, and he wanted me to tell how it felt when Chuck
laid me."
Stella grinned. "Chuck and I played sixty-nine. He said
watching me suck off Bill freaked him out. I think
we've got ourselves some rare guys Regina, my love."
Regina knew what was coming next, felt it in her flesh
as well as her mind. Looking quickly at the closet, she
tried to cut Stella off. "More than you know."
But Stella was wound up, high on her memories of the
far-out sex she had shared last night, and getting
higher by talking about it to the wife of the man she
had screwed and gone down on. She rushed on: "Oh
Regina, I almost went out of my head, when Bill first
stuck his nice, hard cock into me. It's been so very
long since I had any other prick but Chuck's."
Regina poured more brandy for them, not bothering to
add coffee this time, splashing the potent liquor
straight into the cups. She needed more courage, since
she knew that Stella's son was taking in everything his
mother said, hiding there in the closet and no doubt
jacking off by now. She considered telling Stella about
him -- later, of course, when Carey was out of earshot.
It was such a delicate subject, though, not like
telling Stella that she had been screwing Chuck; that
had been fairly easy, when they were both pretty well
smashed. But clueing in Stella about her son, letting
her know that Carey had been fucking her best friend --
Stella was looking at her with one eyebrow raised, and
Regina said, "I know the wild sensation. It was the
same when Chuck laid me the first time. Stella -- what
are we going to do about the kids, yours and mine?"
"Send them to summer camp? That would be a fine idea,
get them out of our hair so we could just fuck and
fuck."
Carey would never stand still for that, Regina knew;
not since he had tasted -- figuratively speaking -- his
first pussy. He wasn't about to settle for a kids'
camp, when he was so intent upon a woman's cunt. But
maybe the others?
Regina said, "I don't know. My boy is older than yours,
and feels he's beyond such things as summer camps."
Stella giggled over her drink. "Then get him a girl and
a motel, keep him gone for at least a weekend."
Laughing with her friend, Regina said, "Now there's an
idea. How about your own children?"
"Them? Little Carey and Judy? I'll admit that they're
real good looking kids, but they're very young. Too
young, I'd say. They still chew bubble gum."
Regina looked at the closet and wondered what Carey
thought about that opinion. Stella was in for a shock,
no doubt. But who was going to tell her? Regina was
fast losing her nerve, and Carey wasn't going to pop
out of that closet to confront his mother.
She said, "Oh, I don't know, Stella; kids grow up fast
these days, and as mothers, we just don't recognize
that fact. We try to keep them babies, when they're
actually young adults."
"Here's to young adults," Stella grinned, "and to old
kids like us. We'll keep shipping the real kids to
movies or whatever, or leave them home and go to a
motel."
Regina finished her brandy and made a face. "Wow! If I
don't knock off this stuff, I won't be much good by
evening. And Stella -- " she paused, not knowing
exactly how to go about the next thing she wanted to
say, but it needed to be said, all the same. "Stella,
about that little moment between us last night -- I
never -- well, I never felt that way about any other
woman before. I never even imagined it."
Dark and beautiful, Stella's eyes held hers for a long,
penetrating moment. "I know what you mean; I never did,
either. I've only heard about it, and I swear it never
seemed to hold any interest for me. Until last night,
when I was so hot, so stirred up and ready for even
more loving."
Nodding, Regina said softly, "There was a -- a pull, a
tenderness. We're not queer, not lesbians, but at that
moment, I wondered what it would be like to -- to hold
you and love you."
"Me, too." Stella breathed. And I'm getting eager right
now, bringing it out into the open like this.
Regina..."
She'd almost forgotten the kid in the closet, but
Regina remembered him just in time. "Darling -- there's
something I have to do first; really. Tonight; I
promise you, we'll do something about that tonight,
when the guys are worn down. Will that be all right,
Stella?"
"Sure," Stella said, not sounding sure. "If you'd
rather not."
"Oh darling, I do want to! It's just -- " desperately,
Regina winked and grimaced, made a motion toward the
closet. " -- just that I think someone else is in the
house right now. We don't want to spoil anything."
Stella winked back and stood up, wobbling a little.
"Oh, I get it. Okay, dear; I'll hold you to your
promise tonight. Your place or mine?"
"Over here," Regina answered quickly. "I'll have
something to eat, some rum punch."
Drifting near, Stella put her hands upon Regina's hips
and looked up into her face. A smaller woman, her
breasts didn't reach nipple-to-nipple with Regina's,
but she pressed the conical mounds into Regina's rib
cage, and managed a caress with the tops of her tits
against the bottom of Regina's tits. The touch of them
was a jolt, and so was the pressure of Stella's soft
mound against her thigh.
"Kiss me," Stella murmured.
Her lips were very soft and mobile, and the wet
brushing of her tongue was a damp flame. Regina put her
arms around the other woman and drew her tightly to her
body, kissing her fiercely and hungrily, their tongues
blazing together, their teeth raking, clashing. Regina
rubbed her pussy into the small, vibrant body, and had
it rubbed back.
Gasping, Regina broke the embrace and stepped quickly
back, holding on to the edge of the sink for support,
her head spinning and her eyes gone suddenly hazy. "H-
hey! That was too much. If we don't -- don't break this
up now, I'm not sure we ever will. Stella, please."
"Okay; all right, darling. I'll go now. I just wanted
to be certain you felt the same way, had the same kind
of fever raging in your belly. You do. So I can wait
until tonight. See you then, pretty woman."
With that parting shot, Stella was gone, leaving behind
her a disturbed woman, a strangely aroused Regina
Abbott who didn't know which way to turn. She hadn't
really considered having sex with another woman, but
now she was confused, teased into wanting something
totally different.
Carey was standing beside her before she realized he
had left the closet. "That was something else! I always
knew my mother was hot to trot, but I never figured
she'd go for a woman, too. Oh wow, I almost came in my
hand, just watching you two."
"Carey," she said, "you're going to have to help. I
wanted to tell her about you and me, but I just
couldn't. You -- you know my son pretty well; how do
you think Dale would react, if you told him he had a
chance to blackmail Stella, the same way you put the
pressure on me, at first?"
He stared. "Me -- get Dale to screw my mother?"
"Why not? I'll bet he's been eyeing her; she's lovely
enough to attract men and boys of all ages."
"Yeah," Carey breathed. "That's for sure. But -- yeah;
I'll tell him. We can work it out, Dale and me, and
I'll back him up, in case he gets scared or something.
Then nobody will try to ship us all off to camp,
right?"
"That's the idea," Regina said. "Think you can find him
this afternoon?"
He moved close to her and she saw the hard bulge in his
jeans; if he had jacked off in the closet, he was ready
again. "Right after you fuck me, Mrs. Abbott. I can't
stand it any longer, hearing you and Mom talk about
fucking each other's husbands, then listening to you,
watching you, kiss each other and get ready to make it
tonight. My cock is about to split, it's so hard."
Regina edged away. "Damn it, we can't! I don't know
where Bill is, or when the kids will come home, or --
okay, Carey. Let's duck out into the back yard, and
I'll take the edge off you."
Behind the barbecue pit was a lilac bush, thick now
with leaves and blooms. Leading him to it, she went
down on her knees, turned where she could face the
house and know when anyone came in.
"Come on, darling," she said. "Take it out of your
pants."
Wide-eyed, he stared down at her, his hand fumbling
with his zipper. "You-you mean..."
She helped him, unhooked the top snap of the jeans and
drew them far down his slim legs. His prick jumped out
like a flagpole, neat and purple-shiny on its eager
head where the drop of clear, slippery juice trembled
in the sun.
"I'm going to suck your sweet cock," she said, fondling
his lightly haired balls and using her fingertips to
caress the pulsating shaft. "I'm going to eat your
prick, Carey. It's the first time for you, isn't it --
the very first time you're putting your prick into
anyone's mouth?"
"Yes," he said, "y-yes, ma'am. But you -- I -- you -- "
She shut him up by bringing her face forward and
kissing the droplet of pre-seminal fluid from the tip
of his prick. He gasped in sudden shock, and she put
both hands around to take the boy by the smooth cheeks
of his slim young ass, so she could hold him in
position. Then Regina put her tongue to the throbbing
bulb, tasting the wetness, the sponginess and the inner
hardness there, tasting the very essence of the boy.
Sucking the knob into her lips, she worried it some
with her teeth, delighted to hear him moan above her,
joyous at the movement of his crotch and the hands that
came gently down to caress her hair.
Regina drew his cockhead deeper, pulled it over her
tongue and across the roof of her mouth, bringing it
back to touch the velvet cup of her throat. A shudder
ran through the boy and she dug her nails into his ass
to hold him up; for a second there, she thought his
knees were going to buckle and let him collapse.
Sticking the tip of her tongue into the slot of his
prick head, she pushed it deep as it would go, then
drew it out to run hotly and wetly around the
circumcised rim. As she slid her mouth back, Carey kept
trembling, but gave a little wiggle of his crotch that
told her he was picking up the rhythm, getting the
idea.
He loved it, adored the way she used her lips and
tongue on his slippery cock; she could tell by the
panting, the uncoordinated movements of his pelvis and
the way his delicious young prick bobbed inside her
mouth. Regina began to suck it then, dipping her cheeks
in, then puffing them back out, pulling his cock deep,
then shoving it back with her tongue.
Her hands were busy, too -- one of them cupping his
balls, squeezing and tickling, the other toying with
the base, the shaft, playing with it as she continued
to suck. Carey jerked uncontrollably, held to her head
and started to actually fuck her face, pumping his cock
into her throat, pulling it to him in preparation for
another long and lunging stroke.
She rode with him, biting sometimes, lapping sometimes,
always drawing his beautiful prick as deep as she could
possibly take it. Regina caressed his ass, trailed her
fingers into the cleft, brought them around to his
balls again. The speed of his thrusts increased, and
she closed her eyes, waiting, helping, hurrying along
the sky-rocketing burst of semen that was swiftly
building to release.
It came with tender violence, in a fountain of come
that gushed hotly into her throat, passing over the
roof of her mouth and sliding greasy along her
trembling tongue. It came with a hissing ejaculation
that bathed her inner cheeks with the treasured juices
of his balls, and Regina lost herself totally in the
gulping of the precious stream.
Faintly musky, slightly sour and slightly sweet, the
semen was thrilling in the exotic blending of its
flavors, delicious as it oozed down her straining avid
throat. She drank it lasciviously, siphoning for more
and more, until at last the quivering spurts diminished
into nothingness.
Still, she clung to the boy's ass, chewed lightly upon
his prick and licked at a drying head. Regina had
forgotten that she'd led him out here under the lilac
bush to get rid of him quickly, before he could
compromise her in her own home. She forgot everything
except the fantastic intimacy that eating a cock
brought her, the feeling of both dominance and
passivity.
Only when Carey Baker wavered and held to her head for
support, did she let up on him, allowing his prized
shaft to slide from her reluctant lips. It made a
plopping sound, and she couldn't resist moving her lips
along the pole to nuzzle briefly into the shaggy
blackness of his pubic hair.
Carey's crotch hair would be the same color as his
mother's, she thought, and probably of the same general
texture. Breathing deeply, Regina sat back from the boy
and knew a moment of envy for her husband. Bill Abbott
had already tasted the honey of Stella's mound, through
both his tongue and his prick. Tonight, she thought --
tonight.
"Mrs. Abbott," Carey sighed, "that was -- it was so
great, so far-out -- I wanted to cry and yell and
faint, kind of."
She stood up. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, dear. Your
daddy gets a big kick out of it, too. He taught both
your mom and me how to do it, you know -- how to eat
prick."
For some reason, she wanted to hurt him just a little,
and by the stricken look on his face, she had
succeeded. Maybe it was because he was going to get her
own son into a situation where Dale could also fuck
Stella Baker. Was she jealous of her own son, too?
"Hey," she said contritely, "I didn't mean that badly.
Before very long, we'll all be swinging together. Maybe
you can make it with Bill and me, or your father and
me."
"I -- I'd like that," he said. "I think."
She watched him closely as he pulled up his shorts and
jeans, as his still-rigid prick was tucked safely from
sight. "But you'd rather fuck your mother?"
Carey flinched visibly, and dropped his eyes. "I -- I
didn't say that. I mean, after all, she's my mom, and
just because I helped you and my dad, and Mr.
Abbott..."
She said it softly, wonderingly, because now it was
very plain to her: "You want to fuck your mother more
than anything in the world."
He swallowed and his face went red. "She -- one time I
got to see her do it with my dad. It was -- it was
crazy, and I hid in their bedroom closet and jacked off
three times while I watched his prick slide in and out
of her beautiful, beautiful pussy. Three times I came,
and it was like I hadn't come at all, because when she
moaned and shook that gorgeous little ass, when she
told him how good his cock felt, it was like I could go
over and pull him out from between her legs and fuck
her myself, all night long, fuck her over and over and
over, rolling around in that wonderful cunt until I
just died."
Regina touched his face tenderly. "Poor darling, to
need so much, to suffer so much. I'll help you. Honest
I will. One way or another, you'll get to screw your
mom, and soon."
* Chapter 10 *
Breathlessly, Regina waited, being a peeper again, but
with a vast difference this time. Now she wasn't
screwing anyone; she was crouching in the hallway of
the Baker home, waiting for Stella to come out of the
bathroom into her bedroom.
Her son Dale was already in the bedroom, jittery and
pale, but with a set to his jaw that meant he was
determined to carry this event through to the finish.
Regina's heart beat very fast, with him and for him,
and her fingernails dug into the wood of the door
through which she peeped.
Carey Baker had been very fast, finding Dale down at
the drugstore and setting the whole thing up within an
hour. She couldn't believe it had taken only that long,
when Carey called her on the phone to tell her he had
Dale in the house. She'd better come right over, he
said, because his mother was in the shower and nobody
else was home yet.
He'd stand guard below, and keep anyone from coming
upstairs, he said -- if she wanted to be in on it. And
of course, Regina had wanted to be in on it, wanted to
see and hear it all from the very beginning. She had
run across the yards and through the kitchen and
practically leaped up the stairs past a shaky boy at
the foot of them.
And now she saw her son standing slim-hipped and a
little scared, standing almost as tall as his father,
but slimmer and with her own coloring.
He looked golden in his teeshirt and jeans, his hair
long and wavy, the profile of his face like something
from an ancient coin. Regina knew a dart of pain in her
belly, an uncertainty, an envy that made her mouth
bitter. Stella would have this beautiful young man;
Stella would take him on the bed there, feeding upon
his bronzed beauty.
She came from the bathroom with a fluffy towel around
her hips, her firm, high tits bouncing, their nipples
not yet erect, but ripe as olives. When she saw the
waiting boy, Stella stopped in mid-stride and tried to
make the towel cover the rest of her freshly scrubbed,
lithe body; it didn't make it. One breast was still
exposed, and one thigh gleamed darkly.
"Dale! What-what the hell?!"
He said it rapidly: "I -- I know you've been making it
with my dad, and I can prove it. Do you -- I mean -- I
can show Polaroid pictures to your kids. And you -- you
wouldn't want that."
Staring through the crack in the door, Regina watched
Stella's shocked face and realized that the woman was
still about half-smashed from the brandy they had
downed earlier. When the first surprise faded from
Stella's eyes, it was replaced by a hot, calculating
glow.
"No," Stella said, "I guess I wouldn't want that. So
why did you sneak into my bedroom and tell me? Do you
want money?"
He shook his head, his hands clenched at his thighs.
"No; n-no money. I want -- I want -- "
Stella smiled, a feral and wet smile. "Me? I'm your
payoff, Dale? If you want me, go on and say it."
"Yes," he managed. "Damn it -- I want you, Mrs. Baker.
Very badly. If there was some other way -- but there
isn't, and I don't care what I have to do, to make you
swing with me. I want you that much."
Stella let the towel drop to the floor, and the boy's
eyes followed it only so far down, then fixed upon the
furry blackness of her pubic mound. She said, "That's
nice, Dale; being wanted that much, so much that you'd
dare this. Is it just because I've been screwing your
father, and you think I'm a pushover?"
He shook his head, and Regina felt very sorry for him.
"No," he said. "I've always wanted to -- to screw you,
Mrs. Baker. It's been one of my dreams."
She was purring now, taking one slow gliding step after
the other toward him, "Nice; I like that. I really like
that. And you don't have to threaten me, Dale Abbott.
I've been watching you for a long time, also. Only I
had no idea how to go about making you; none at all.
That's solved now, isn't it?"
She was against him, her tits boring into his chest,
her hands sliding over his hips, her own lower body
making a slow, sensuous motion.
"I guess so," he sighed, his hands going around her,
dipping like golden swallows for the round hummocks of
her ass.
She walked him back the couple of steps to the bed, and
they went down on it together. Regina's breath caught
in her throat as she watched the near-savage attack
Stella was making upon her son. The woman had the boy
peeled from his clothing in a matter of a few panting
seconds, and was wiggling all over him. It was only
when they rolled side by side that Regina got her first
look at Dale's prick.
It was long and round; it was white as the strip of
untanned skin around his ass, but it was lovely. The
head was purple, the veins artistically placed around
the pulsing shaft. Beautiful, Regina thought, modeled
to perfection, as were the golden-haired balls below
it. Her son's cock; not his dingle or his peepee, but
his prick; his male, man's organ called a prick.
They were kissing hungrily, and Regina could catch
swift glimpses of Stella's tongue as it darted into
Dale's open lips. She saw his hands cupping the woman's
round tits, saw his pelvis hunching at her belly, and
watched the gleaming length of that stiff prick sliding
across the tender skin of Stella's groin.
"Take him!" she hissed. "Take him into your cunt and
fuck him!"
Her heart was threatening to run away, her pulse
pounding erratically in her throat, nearly choking her,
and Regina knew such excitement that it was dizzying.
She leaned her shoulder against the door frame and
braced her suddenly weakened legs, but she would not
stop looking, could not.
Stella slid deftly beneath Dale, positioning herself in
the age-old stance of the female ready for the male to
mount. But even though Dale was trembling all over, he
didn't immediately crawl on top of the woman. His face
reached down and found the conical hills of her tits,
rubbing his cheeks into them, rubbing his nose back and
forth over the stiffly erect nipples.
Then he licked at one, pulled it into his mouth and
sucked. His hands were running all over Stella's lower
body, and she crooned to him, petting him as he felt
the hills and valleys of her flesh. Dale's hand eased
between her shapely thighs to find the rich warmth of
her mound, and Regina saw the slow smile that spread
upon Stella's lips.
"That's right, Dale -- feel me, taste my tit, love me.
I want you just as wildly as you want me -- you're such
a handsome boy. I need someone young and virile,
someone strong to fuck me. Slip your finger into my
pussy, Dale -- ahh, that's good. Oh yes -- wiggle it
around and find the clit. It's up under the little
hood, darling -- ahh!"
Now her son was moving between the spread and knees-up
legs, his beautiful prick standing straight out, the
purple head of it gleaming. Regina stared breathlessly
as the cockhead approached the thickly-bushed cunt, as
it settled into the scarlet labia. She saw the
tightening of her son's naked ass, saw the steady
penetration of his prick as the knob slipped into
Stella's well-lubricated cunt-lips.
The length of his cock disappeared, and his golden
balls swung down to nestle lovingly into the cleft of
Stella's uptilted ass. He had a good grip on her thighs
and kind of hung still for a long, loving moment before
backing out his prick for another stroke, and his shaft
glistened with the woman's cunt juices as he did so.
"Wonderful, wonderful," Stella said, her arms around
his neck and her tits crushed tightly to his chest. "Oh
Dale, your prick is so hard and wonderful. Fuck me
deep, darling -- fuck me strong and deep and for a
long, long time!"
Regina sucked in some air, held it in her lungs to
steady herself. Her own cunt was throbbing insanely,
and her tits ached. Her son was fucking Stella Baker,
screwing her with powerful, bottom-touching thrusts;
her son, and she was jealous. She wanted, craved, that
lovely young cock for herself, and be damned to
whatever moralistic nonsense that said no.
Stella gyrated her entire lower body, shook her ass and
hunched her crotch up to the steadily-stroking prick.
She bit the boy's throat and lanced his back with her
fingernails, moaning and gasping as she did so.
"Oh darling, darling! Stick it to me, sweet boy -- pour
that prick to me, stuff my cunt with it, ram it home to
the balls. Oh, Dale -- oh, you lovely, stiff-dicked
boy!"
The words rang familiarly in Regina's head, and she
recalled that she'd said something of the kind herself,
to another boy -- to Stella's son Carey. Tit for tat,
or ass for ass, but that wasn't what Regina needed now.
She needed the same cock Stella was getting, the very
special prick that was ramrodding Stella's fortunate
pussy.
"Mrs. Baker -- Stella -- you're so hot and slippery
inside, so tight -- narrow as a girl's pussy -- feels
so good, so good."
The pace was fast and furious, their bodies blurring,
twisting sweatily together in sinuous coilings and
uncoilings. They kissed, their mouths glued together,
but their groans of rapture escaped anyway. They
couldn't keep it up, Regina thought, it was impossible
to keep up that kind of fucking without --
"Coming," Dale panted. "oh -- oh wow! -- I'm coming!"
"Me, too! I'm coming, too -- darling, darling! Shove
that prick to me, fuck me -- ohhh! Fuck me!"
Regina clawed the door, bit her lower lip until it
threatened to bleed, and knew a moment of incredible
lightheadedness. Maybe she reached a quick orgasm, a
fleeting climax; she could never be certain. She knew
that she somehow identified with the lovely woman,
squirming upon her son's prick, that Regina seemed to
become Stella for a bright slice of time.
It was over as quickly, even while Dale's balls were
still leaping upward to hurl the volcanic eruption of
his semen into the clenching cunt around his embedded
prick. She was herself, once more Regina Abbott, but
never truly again the same Regina after witnessing her
son fucking a woman.
Had she always had this morbid desire for Dale? She
didn't think so, at least, not until a few years ago,
when he stopped being a baby and started to turn into a
man. Regina stared awhile longer at the two of them
curled on the bed, at the exquisite sinking of her
son's cock in the loving caress of Stella's hot pussy.
Then, with an effort, she straightened and turned away
from the door. Her legs moved awkwardly, stiffly, to
carry her along the hallway and down the stairs. She
made it out into the yard and through the hedges, but
then her legs failed her and she collapsed to sit upon
the edge of her own barbecue pit.
That was where Carey Baker joined her. His face was red
and there was a stunned look in his eyes that almost
matched her own glazed expression. He said quietly,
"That was something, wasn't it? I couldn't take it any
longer, just standing guard, so I took the ladder
around to the side of the house and climbed up to peep
in the window. Man oh man, but Dale really put the meat
to my mom, didn't he? She didn't look like she was
resisting any, shaking her ass and yelling like that
for him to fuck her, fuck her."
Regina unclenched her hands and looked down at them in
surprise. "No, Stella didn't resist. If you'd been
there earlier, you'd have heard her say that she's been
watching him for years, hoping for some way to get
together. Well, she sure got together with him. You saw
how fast they were screwing. It didn't last long, but
it was hectic while it did. And nobody has come back
down yet; they're probably fucking again -- or else
your mom is teaching my son the joys of oral sex, going
down on him."
Carey said, "They're probably still fucking. I know if
I had my prick in my mother's pussy, I'd never want to
pull it out again. She's a really hot piece of ass, my
mom; she's beautiful and sexy and she loves to be
fucked. I only hope she'll fuck me, soon."
Regina put her hand over the boy's. "I'm sure there'll
be a way. We'll work it out."
"How'd you dig it?" he asked. "Seeing your son screw my
mother?"
"I -- I enjoyed it," Regina answered. "I really did. It
kind of shook me up, but I -- well, maybe I realized
something, watching them fuck so wildly."
"Like you want to fuck Dale, too?"
She nodded. "Something like that. But my husband
mustn't know. He's all wrapped up in sharing me with
your daddy, but I'm not at all sure how he'd feel about
his own kid sticking me. I'm not sure how I feel about
it, either. I mean, I want him, want to screw him, to
feel that marvelous young prick in me -- but will I
actually do it? I don't know."
"Maybe my mom is thinking something like that," Carey
said. "Worrying about my dad and all. She might be
wondering how it would be, to fuck me. I hope so. Oh
man, I hope so."
Regina squeezed his hand. "You're an attractive, horny
boy, and I'm sure she's thinking of it. I'll help you,
Carey. Now I have to help you get into your own mother,
so the opportunity will come for me, too. I'll get to
her when she's -- all hot and excited, and we'll talk
about you, about Dale."
"Tonight," he said. "Try to make it tonight?"
"I will," she promised. "And maybe you can sneak Dale
into the house, the two of you see what goes on between
both sets of your parents? That way, he wouldn't be so
scared of me."
He grinned and put a hand between his legs. "We'll be
there."
* Chapter 11 *
They had the lights low, and two shakers of icy
martinis, and the stereo going softly in the
background. Regina looked around at the way Bill had
helped her arrange the couches facing each other, with
nothing in between. It looked good; in fact, it looked
perfect, and she was happy to know where the two girls
were -- over at a friend's house for the night.
The boys would be watching from over there somewhere,
through an opening left in the window curtains. She
glanced that way now, and knew an additional thrill,
because they were probably already in place and anxious
for the show to get underway.
They'd be seeing their mothers and fathers screwing,
watching them change over and share, eyeing the oral
sex that was sure to follow the first frenzied releases
of passions. And after that, what? She had promised
Stella there would be time for them to know each other,
when the men were too worn down to object. She and
Stella would make love, however two women did it.
That should turn everybody on, the men and the hidden
boys, and maybe there would be some mixed-up sharing
then. The poor boys would just have to sweat it out,
until possibly later. If not that night, then there was
always tomorrow.
She smoothed her thin dressing gown and lifted her
nipples against the material, standing tall and sleek,
hoping that her son was getting a good view. When she
moved, she allowed the robe to fall back from her
smooth thighs, showing off her long legs to best
advantage.
Bill wore a robe, too; it was his white terry-cloth,
and he looked good in it, his hairy legs muscled and
stocky. They had decided on robes as the best to wear,
since they were the easiest to get out of. Regina had
called the idea to Stella, who agreed.
She hadn't yet said anything to Stella about screwing
Dale, and she wouldn't, until sometime later in the
evening. Then she'd also have to confess to fucking
Carey. By then, it shouldn't matter, and since each of
the women now had three lovers, there was no good
reason they shouldn't add a fourth.
Wild, Regina thought, wild. Fucking two men and two
boys, with one of the boys her own son; if that wasn't
a bizarre arrangement, she didn't know what could be.
And the setup would probably get even more strange
later on. She had no intention of stopping now, no
desire to pull back without tasting all the ecstasies
she could gather.
She smiled at her husband. "Ready, darling?"
He flipped back his robe and she saw his prick erect,
the bulbous end glowing, the shaft thick and heavy.
"Yeah," he said, "I'm ready. I've had a hard-on for an
hour."
Regina touched it. "Nice, Bill; have you thought of
what we ought to do first?"
He snorted. "No plans; just whatever comes naturally.
Or whatever isn't natural. I don't imagine Chuck will
want to fuck his own wife first, though. Here -- have
another drink with me."
"Sure, but let's not get too much of a head start on
the Bakers, though." She accepted the cold martini and
took a gulp from the glass. It helped key up her own
courage, as had the others she'd downed before. And if
she wasn't mistaken, Stella Baker was belting the juice
pretty good about now.
The door sounded and they both jumped. Bill retained
presence of mind enough to yell "come on in!" instead
of going to greet them. They were friends and
neighbors, and if any of them felt awkward now, it
wasn't the time to show it.
Stella was stunning in a scarlet robe, a new one she
must have dashed out to buy; it was long and slinky,
touched with fake white fur that set off her midnight
hair and opened when she walked to reveal the flawless
olive skin of her legs. Her tits made the thin material
stand out, and the twin cones of her nipples showed
plainly -- if anything about Stella could be called
plain. Even her hairdo was special, piled high and
exotic, and she wore false lashes.
Chuck hung back some, wrapped in a Japanese yukata and
wearing rubber scuffs on his feet. Regina went straight
to him, holding out a martini, locking eyes with him
before she kissed him on the mouth.
"Well," Stella laughed, with that huskiness in her
voice that said she was already high, "if that's the
way it's going to be right from the start."
She held Bill close when she kissed him, and her tongue
flashed wetly as it worked in and out of his mouth. Her
hips rolled suggestively beneath the filmy red robe,
showing the modeling of her ass, and she pressed her
body into his.
Over Stella's shoulder, Bill lifted his eyebrows,
grinned and shrugged. Chuck grinned back, and the ice
was broken. They had a few drinks and the music urged
them to dance. Regina had almost forgotten the hidden
onlookers as she glided smoothly with Chuck, feeling
the bulge of his erection beneath his robe.
It was a mutual movement, a silent agreement that sent
them drifting toward the couches. Bill sank down with
Stella, and Regina floated down with Chuck. They did
things to each other, feeling and caressing, kissing
and fondling, but each couple watched the other.
Regina was first to drop her dressing gown, and as it
disappeared, Chuck was at her tits, first with eager
hands and then with a hungry mouth. Stroking his red-
brown hair, Regina looked over at the others and smiled
sensuously. She slid down as Chuck nibbled her tits and
cupped her damp mound, stretched beside him so that she
could take his prick in hand and show it to the on-
lookers.
Stella wasn't to be outdone; she grabbed Bill's ready
cock and stroked it, bent swiftly to kiss it, and
Regina heard her husband's gasp of shock. But Stella
didn't mean to suck him off then; she pushed him back
upon the couch and placed one knee on each side of him,
still fondling his hard cock as she smiled down at him,
then over at her husband and Regina.
The other woman eased her furry crotch down upon Bill's
upright prick, and as the flanged head slipped into her
pussy lips, she said: "Look, Chuck -- isn't this what
you wanted to see -- Bill fucking your wife?"
"Yeah," Chuck grunted, and Regina felt his cock
reaching blindly for the entrance of her labia,
searching and prodding for the slippery cleft so he
could also fuck.
She guided it in for him, turned so that she was under
his body -- as Stella had done earlier that day, to
fuck young Dale -- and so they could both watch the
scene on the other couch. Only a few feet separated
them, only a short distance between the two men and the
women they were beginning to fuck. The fun part was
that the wives and husbands didn't match, that
technically they should only be screwing their legal
mates. And seeing anyone else put his prick into the
cunt of another man's wife was an unthinkable sight.
But there it was, and here they were, and as Chuck's
prick sank thrillingly to the haft inside of Regina's
oily pussy, across the way Stella slid all the way down
on Bill's meat pole.
Regina ground her cunt on Chuck's rod, felt it slide in
and out and gripped the soapy shaft with the muscles of
her vagina, bearing down whenever the meaty club slid
over her pulsating clitoris. It felt better somehow,
more daring, more exciting, because her husband was
watching her roll her ass, because her lover's wife was
staring at the way Regina was eating up the hard cock
with her pussy lips.
"Fuck her, Chuck," Stella said. "Put it to her good,
darling -- because I'm getting a -- oohh! -- wonderful
prick here. It's away up in my pussy, Chuck. Look,
darling -- Bill has it in all the way up to his balls."
And Regina answered, "Your husband's cock is adorable.
See it slip in and out, Bill? Look at the way Chuck
shoves it to me, how he's screwing this cunt you always
considered your personal property. Oh, Chuck -- keep
fucking me, baby!"
Only then did Regina remember about the eyes staring
entranced through the far window, and hoped that the
lights were bright enough for the two boys to make out
every detail of the erotic action. She knew that Carey
Baker must be concentrating upon his mother's
movements, and that her own son was devouring her with
his eyes, this second, seeing his hot mother with
another man's prick pumping in her snatch.
Was Dale going out of his head with desire? Did he want
to leap into the room with his prick in hand, to take
turns with Chuck Baker? He did, she felt; oh, he did!
The idea turned her on more with Chuck, made her really
put on a show for them all. She shook her ass and
humped her pelvis, rolled her hips and made her belly
do grinding tricks. Her hands cupped the balls that
swung with increasing speed into the wet crack of her
ass; her hands stroked Chuck's buttocks, ran light-
fingered over his back to his neck, and as her eyes
turned glazed in the throes of her heat, she nibbled
down the hairy, heaving chest and found one of his hard
little nipples to bite upon.
Chuck shivered violently, and pounded his cock into her
pussy, hammered it in there like a pile driver gone
amok, and she loved his roughness, loved the animal
brutality of it. Her head bounced with every thrust,
and she got one foot off the couch, onto the floor so
she could brace her ass for the continuing assault.
The other foot waved in the air, lifted of its own
volition, flapping back and forth with the driving
rhythm of Chuck's strokes. Now she was really being
fucked, and the sensation drove everything else from
her mind -- her staring husband and Stella riding his
prick, her son and Stella's son at the far window --
everything fled except the tom-tom beating reality of
the fucking that Chuck Baker was giving her.
"Uh!" she grunted, and "Ummm!" she moaned, when she had
been trying to make words, but no words came out, only
the animal noises of rutting.
She was faintly conscious of the other couple, saw the
sporadic movements of them on the couch, but they
registered only as naked blurs in her mind. She fucked
her lover back with all the power at her command, with
the strength of her cunt and the gyrations of her ass
and the attacks of her pelvis. She took his strokes and
turned them back on him, grinding on his shaft, trying
to pinch the head off his cock.
Her nails were raking into the cheeks of his sweaty
ass, and she heard the slurp-slosh! noises of his prick
hammering into the juicy, suctioning hole of her pussy.
Somehow, her panting mouth found his, and somehow she
managed to get enough air, even as she tongued him and
bit his lips.
"You bitch!" he gasped. "Oh, you hot-assed bitch -- lay
it up to me, Regina, you prick-crazy woman -- come on,
come on! I'm about to come -- to -- come -- AHH!"
And the molten lava of his prick burst like a shower of
wet sparks into the farthest reaches of her flexing
vagina, rained thick and creamily upon the gaping mouth
of her cervix, and began to soak, burrowing into the
walls of her pussy.
She bucked upon the stilled rod of his cock, twisted
her pussy in near-agony upon the deeply seated prick
and knew the moment of glory when the universe wheeled
about her head. She came, and her legs straightened out
to shudder. She came, her asshole twitching and her
belly in knots.
At the far rim of reality, she heard the moaning of
Stella Baker, and the words the other woman was using
to lash Bill into a furious screwing, too. Eyes closed,
Regina lay limply with Chuck's throbbing cock buried in
her pussy, knowing one ripple after another of bright
and searing rapture as it pinwheeled out from her clit,
out through her trembling vagina, out to the reaches of
her belly and the racing juices of her entire inflamed
body.
Oh, she thought; it was marvelous to come so violently
that the world was lost in the orgasm. It was fantastic
to come so completely that the world centered itself in
the joys of her cunt.
Deep breaths wracked her body almost like sobs, and two
fat tears went sliding from beneath her lashes to speed
down her cheeks. Only truly well-fucked women could
know what it was to cry for happiness, she thought.
When the tears were gone, she turned her head once
more, and peered at the other couch as the waves of her
climax subsided for the moment.
She saw them relaxed, Stella flopped over upon his
chest now, but with the base of his prick still
protruding from the steamy ring of her cunt lips. The
other woman's ass was so smooth, so faultless, and it
contracted so beautifully, smoothed again in such a
lovely fashion.
Chuck lifted himself carefully from her supine body,
pulled out his cock with a gulping sound and sat back,
sweat pouring down his chest and hairy belly. He felt
around and found the remains of his last martini.
Regina sat up, too, blowing hair out of her eyes, still
a bit dizzy from the far-out experience. Putting her
feet on the floor, she breathed deeply for another long
moment before standing up. The martini pitcher seemed
very heavy, but she managed to pour herself one, and
was grateful for the icy tang in her mouth, for the
jolt of gin in her stomach.
She felt a hand on her hip, and turned to look her
husband in the eyes. He was intent, his face shining.
"Regina -- that was terrific, but I want -- I want you
now. Can we..."
"Give me a second," she said. "I'm a little wobbly, but
I'm certainly willing. Are you ready to go again, so
soon?"
"I will be," he said, "if I can get around a couple of
drinks. What a sight you were, darling -- fucking like
the proverbial mink, screwing so fast that your ass was
a blur."
"Yes," she said, "Chuck was really savage this time.
Did you fuck Stella the same way?"
"Best I could," he said, downing a martini in three
swallows. "She's a lot of little woman."
Smiling, Regina toasted the other couple with her
glass. "I'll drink to that -- and to the upcoming
orgy."
Behind her, she could feel eyes boring into her naked
back; the boys were watching and yearning, but she
could do nothing for them -- yet.
* Chapter 12 *
It was only a little strange, Regina thought, for the
four of them to be sitting at the bar naked, eating and
drinking with almost the same composure they would have
maintained if they had been fully clothed.
She looked at Stella's bare tits, and the half-hard
pricks of both men, and served the snacks without a
bobble. She'd decided on light snacks for
replenishment, rich stuff that wasn't heavy, depending
mostly upon the liquor to keep the party rolling -- the
gin, and the urgent lust they were all displaying, plus
the interest they all obviously had in each other.
Regina thought of the boys, and hoped they were making
out all right. If they hadn't already jacked off, they
would before long, because what she had in mind next
would run any watcher up the wall. She wanted both men
to work on her, or on Stella -- and if their strength
held out, for the four of them to somehow tie it all in
together.
Changing tapes on the stereo, she mixed another pitcher
of drinks and moved the snack trays out of the way. One
by one, she kissed them all, Chuck, Bill and lastly,
Stella. Lingering upon Stella's lips, she murmured,
"I'll take them both on, if that's all right with you."
"Go ahead," Stella said. "I'll get mine later -- and
I'm not forgetting your promise for you and me."
Regina kissed her again, and this time dared to cup
Stella's tits, feeling the warm satin of them, feeling
the nipples rise at her touch. "I remember, darling."
Turning to the men, she said, "All right, gentlemen --
which of you gets which end of me? I want both of you
in me."
They glanced quickly at each other, her husband and her
lover. Bill's face turned pink, and Chuck wore a
sheepish grin when he said, "Husband first, I guess."
Bill said quietly, "I'd like to fuck her, and maybe
change over after. She's carrying your fresh come in
her pussy, Chuck, so I'd like to feel it on my prick."
"Okay," Chuck answered. "Then Regina can blow me at the
same time." Glancing at his wife he said, "You'll be
okay, Stella?"
"Sure," Stella said. "I'll just watch, and join in when
I can. It's all very exciting, dear."
Rolling her hips, Regina walked from the bar and to the
center of the room. She took a pillow from the couch
and placed it on the floor, then stretched out to put
her head on it. Holding up her arms and spreading her
legs, she said to her husband: "Come on, Bill -- put
that cock in me; climb on top of me and get between my
thighs and shove your prick into my cunt. Chuck just
fucked me a little while ago, and he left some jelly
stuff inside my pussy."
Bill was trembling when he knelt between her legs, and
his cock was now standing stiffly out, the head of it
swollen and reddish lavender, beginning to leak just a
bit. His hand touched her dewy cunt, felt gently over
the curly pubic hairs and caressed the damp labia. She
smiled hotly up at him and rolled her ass, ground her
pelvis to show him how eager she was, and how ready to
accept his cock.
He prodded her mound with the head of his prick, rubbed
the knob up and down her soft lips a few times before
guiding it into the opening and giving a long, hard
push. Bill's shaft slid into her vagina, and her pussy
lips clung lovingly around it, her cunt walls closed
adoringly upon it, and she gave a little sigh of
affection as he pushed the head of his prick all the
way home.
"That's nice, darling," she said. "I'm very sensitive
in there, so soon after being screwed by another man.
Do you feel Chuck's come in me, darling? Am I hotter
and juicier?"
Bill groaned in answer, and pushed his palms under the
cheeks of her ass so he could lift her pelvis to him
for another long and penetrating stroke. She looked
beyond him to where Chuck Baker stood, his pole in hand
and his hairy thighs spread apart to show the sac of
his balls.
He moved slowly around them, until he stood above her
head. She stared up at the jutting shaft above her, at
the furry sac and the powerful legs. A new thrill shot
through her when her husband continued to thrust
feverishly into her clinging pussy.
Chuck lowered himself carefully, spreading his knees as
he squatted. His prick came down, down, and she looked
up wide-eyed at the writhing network of veins beneath
the rounded trunk, at the glistening head that had only
a few minutes before been buried in her cunt.
Tilting her chin up and her head back, Regina reached
for the male shaft, took it in her fingers and drew the
knob of it down until she could kiss it.
She murmured, "Oh, how lovely it is. Look, Bill -- I'm
kissing Chuck's prick, touching the end of my tongue
into the slot, licking at the juice there. Oh, it
tastes so good, so sexy! Watch me, my husband, while I
take the head of this beautiful cock into my mouth and
suck on it."
She felt her husband's prick cram itself to the balls
as she opened her lips to the cock above her face.
Chuck lowered himself, bent at the belly so that she
could take his cock into her mouth. She did it gladly,
hungrily, lapping furiously at the spongy head and
around its rim, then sucking half the length of the
cock itself down her throat. Her teeth were gently
teasing around the stem, and her cheeks sucked in from
the pull she exerted upon it.
Chuck fed the meat into her mouth, into her throat, and
it was a different sensation from the other time she
had sucked him off, because now his prick was upside
down.
She came immediately after her husband, hunching wildly
to bruise her clitoris against the stem of his prick,
swinging her ass madly in the ecstatic throes of her
orgasm. And of course, Regina sucked crazily on Chuck's
rod, pulled and licked and nibbled, and just as her own
climax was fading, he loosed another boiling stream of
come into her body.
The musky taste of it, the male flavor of the seminal
river, turned her on all over again, and she gobbled
noisily on the prick as it continued to ejaculate in
slowly ebbing spurts of passion.
One cock in her mouth, another in her cunt; one blast
of come in her pussy, another sliding greasily down her
throat -- it was mind breaking, a tempestuous roaring
of color and sight and sound, a flaring of all things
hot and all things tickly.
Bill pulled his prong out of her, backed it from the
clench of her jealous cunt, and her legs moved weakly
as he did so. Then Chuck took his prick from her lips,
and a leftover dribble of semen ran down her chin. She
had barely gotten her eyes open again when the men had
reversed positions. Bill was now at her head, and Chuck
at her belly.
Quickly, as eagerly as if neither of them had fucked in
a month, they stuck the pricks to her. Laxly, her mouth
took in her husband's cock, and she realized it was
strongly flavored with her own pussy oils. Without
resistance, her labia parted wet and greasy to let in
Chuck's rod.
Prick in her pussy, cock in her mouth -- all over
again; the same, but different. Her cunt responded to
the new feel of Chuck's shaft by flexing hotly around
it, and her clit thrummed with additional life. She
licked the head of her husband's cock, licked the
oozing semen and the taste of her personal inner
lubrication.
Someone was fondling her tits, and a finger was working
tenderly into the convulsive ring of her asshole. The
prick moved with sensuous rhythm within her vagina, and
the prick slid with insistence within her mouth.
They held her ass and they held her head. They fucked
and she siphoned, and Regina didn't think she would be
able to rise so quickly to yet another climax, but she
did. She came suddenly and violently, her pussy
sloshing with the hot lotions of the come, that had
already been deposited there. She felt liquid, felt
turned into milk or honey or cream.
Tiring, she slacked off on working over her husband's
prick, but Bill didn't slow up. Thrusting the head of
his cock far back into her lax throat, he screwed her
mouth with the same dedication that he had applied to
her pussy. And when he came, the rush of searing juice
almost choked her, but she swallowed it all down.
And when Chuck exploded his next release of semen into
her overworked pussy, Regina only moaned with happiness
and felt the overflow drip from her cunt to puddle
stickily in the crack of her ass.
She went weak and floating, and in a stage of semi-
sleep, knew dimly that the men were removing their
shafts from her listless body. One of them helped her
to a sitting position, and the other held a glass of
cold martini to her lips. Gratefully, she drained the
glass, swallowing this chaser of gin behind the double
shots of semen she had downed.
A little stronger, she was lifted and balanced upon her
feet, then led to the bar where they helped her to
climb upon a stool. Stella Baker refilled her glass and
said, "That does it for the night, with these guys.
They'll never manage to get it up again; not after
coming three times each."
"I-I'm sorry, Stella," Regina breathed hoarsely. "I
didn't mean to cut you out of more fun. It just
happened."
Stella caressed her cheek. "That's all right, darling.
You and I don't have to raise hard-ons; that's a nice
thing about being a woman. We can swing just about any
time we want."
"And we will," Regina promised. "I'm kind of dragged
out just now, but give me another drink and a breather,
and I want to make it with you, Stella. I really do."
"I know," Stella said. She poured drinks for the two
men who were now sitting limply upon stools, too. "You
guys had your ball, and before long, I'm going to have
mine -- with Regina. What do you think about that?"
Bill nodded. "I think it's fine."
Chuck said, "You and Regina -- like lesbians?"
"Like lovers," she corrected him. "Like fucking."
"Sure," Chuck said. "It just didn't register with me at
first; kind of a shock. I never knew you felt that way
about women."
"I didn't either," Stella said, lifting her glass and
peering into its depths. "And I may not feel that way -
- except for Regina. Besides, it will open up all sorts
of new things for us, different possibilities."
"Yeah," Bill Abbott breathed, almost with reverence.
Regina finished her drink and started on another one.
Her lips were slightly numb and her head was buzzing,
but she was beginning to feel good again. She looked
over at the strip of darkness between the curtains at
the far window and wondered how the boys had taken that
last wild scene.
How did Dale feel, seeing his mother suck one man's
cock while his father fucked her? And when the men had
changed over, so that she ate his dad's prick and Chuck
screwed her -- had that driven Dale out of his skull?
She wondered what he thought of the motherly image now,
if he considered her to be a complete bitch.
That's how she wanted it, wanted her son to see her as
she was, a hot, passionate woman who had finally kicked
off all her hang-ups and wanted to fuck.
Dale could take it from there, if he had the guts to
approach his own mother with his prick in hand. If not,
she would do the approaching.
* Chapter 13 *
Rousing enough to mumble assent to her husband's idea
of taking the girls to the beach for the day, Regina
fell asleep again almost immediately. She was warm and
snug in bed, and it was hours before she woke again.
Then she was still snug, but now alert to the fact that
it wasn't her own bed, that she had slept in with
Stella Baker last night. She pressed her tits into the
other woman's back, and her mound into the trimly
delightful shapings of Stella's ass. Swift images of
the previous night flashed through her mind, pictures
of what she had done with both men, then the more
vivid, truly ardent scene she had made with Stella.
It had been something else, that intertwining, that
soft seeking, that gentle stimulation that led finally
to a marvelous orgasm, the crowning emotion of the
entire night. And it had also been the last arousal,
because Regina simply melted, after that. She barely
recalled being helped up to bed, and she'd fallen right
into a dreamless sleep.
"Mmmm-oh hi," Stella said, turning onto her back and
fluttering her lashes, those sooty lashes so thick and
black. "Morning, darling -- you, look terrific, as
always."
Regina slid an arm across Stella's tummy. "You look
better than that; you look delicious."
"Do I? I feel kind of sticky." Her eyes found Regina's
and turned warm. "Last night -- oh, darling."
"Yes," Regina said, hugging her friend, her lover. "I
know what you mean. It was wonderful for me, too. Maybe
it really takes a woman to create the sharpest climax
in another woman. Oh, I go crazy over the others, too -
- but what we did to each other was something pretty
special."
Stella's lips were ripe and near; she brought them
closer for a kiss. Her tits turned and pressed into
Regina's; both sets of nipples turned hard, and Stella
said, "I never did it with a woman before, and I know
you didn't either. So both of us were sort of cherries
for each other."
"That's a pretty way to think of it. Shall we start the
day right?"
They turned the kiss into a searching one, and their
tits moved back and forth, fitting into their valleys,
compressing, releasing. Their cunts met and blended as
their tongues were blending, and the heat began to
spread from their minds to their increasingly active
bodies.
"So sweet," Regina murmured as her teeth raked gently
over the other woman's. "So fiery and laced with
honey."
"You're fabulous," Stella sighed, and her hand was the
first to sneak between their bellies and find a crotch.
Her finger slid into Regina's labia to feel around, to
tantalize the damply hot cleft.
Regina couldn't wait to get her own fingers into that
juicy, clinging cunt, and soon they were blissfully
finger fucking each other, building their heat to a
more blazing core, rubbing their vibrant clits into a
more tingling awareness.
By mutual consent then, they withdrew their fingers and
moved across each other, bodies at first diagonal, then
once again longitudinal, but then ended head to foot.
Regina kissed the small and shapely feet, then licked
them as Stella wriggled and groaned. She felt a hot
tongue on her own toes, and they kept pace with each
caress, licking along the ankles and calves, spreading
their lips to cover a kneecap, nipping the satiny
insides of a quivering thigh.
Breath clotting in her throat, Regina stared hungrily
into the thick black fur that grew so lushly over
Stella's cunt. She saw the outer lips, and beneath
them, peeping coyly, the inner labia of scarlet.
Regina went up into that forest of curly hairs, her
tongue reaching through the tasty brush to taste the
cunt lips already turning steamy, already glistening
with that honeyed moistness.
Into the labia her tongue went, pressing on into the
hidden folds, on into the cavity itself, and her teeth
came against the cunt lips. The flavors were rich and
heavily scented with the special musk of Stella's body;
the taste was exquisite, succulent, and Regina began to
eat.
Her hands cupped the slim asscheeks above her head, one
fingertip tracing its way to the palpitating asshole.
She drew the trembling clitoris into her teeth and
sucked upon it, reveling in the flexing and heaving.
And the identical thing was happening to her as
Stella's tongue tapped intriguingly against her clit,
as Stella's hot mouth and teasing teeth worked over her
cunt lips and delved into her vagina.
For a while they squirmed together, matching movement
for movement, tingle for tingle, but their individual
emotions got out of hand, and they veered off into
sizzling little byways of exploration on their own.
Stella used her finger on Regina's ass, used her teeth
to nip almost painfully, then sucked the clit deep into
her lips and worked on it.
Regina ate deeply into the other woman's sweet pussy,
burrowing, nosing, rubbing her mouth around in slippery
circles, luxuriating in the spiced oils of Stella's
cunt, then turned on the target of the clitoris with
nearly savage intensity.
They hiked their asses and drove them wriggling down
again; they ground the crotches and bumped like
strippers, and as the sensations got better and better,
growing more searing with each passing moment, their
movements turned more spasmodic.
Regina mumbled into the hot folds of flesh and felt,
rather than heard, the moan as Stella responded. Then
the dams broke within them both, and the foaming
liquids came tumbling, rushing out to flood their souls
with fire.
Regina came in a series of twisting motions, in a
lascivious, orgiastic plunging of her cunt upon her
lover's mouth. Wave after wave of glorious feelings
splashed within her pussy, and she sucked that much
harder upon Stella's clit, bringing the other woman to
a shuddering climax, too.
It was a hell of a way to say good morning, Regina
thought.
Sometime later they pulled apart, and went into
separate bathrooms to tidy themselves up, showering and
brushing their teeth, combing hair and scenting their
bodies. They met in the hall, and held hands going
downstairs to breakfast.
Over coffee, Regina said, "I remember Bill coming into
your bedroom this morning, and saying something about
taking the girls to the beach."
Stella nodded. "With Chuck; I heard them."
"Why just the girls, and not the boys?" Regina wondered
aloud.
Then she knew; the boys had turned down the trip, and
for very good reasons. Carey and Dale no doubt had
plans of their own, and Regina had the certain feeling
that she -- and Stella -- were included. It was time
for complete honesty between herself and Stella Baker,
once merely her best friend, and now the lover of her
husband, her son, and Regina herself.
Stella said, "I don't know, but I guess -- " Regina cut
in: "Darling, I saw you screw Dale."
For a stretched-out second, Stella didn't look up, but
when she did, her eyes were wicked, "Was I good?"
"You were second at the boys," Regina said. "Carey
pulled the same blackmail stunt on me, days ago. I had
to go along with what he wanted, and now I'm happy I
did. He is a very sweet, very horny boy."
Blinking, Stella asked, "Did -- did Carey know about
your boy and me?"
"He helped set it up," Regina admitted. "Your son not
only loves you, Stella -- he's also in love with you.
He wants you very much."
"That's why he turned Dale onto me?"
"And suggested I trade you Bill for his daddy. Stella -
- he and Dale were at the window last night, watching
everything we did with the men, and with each other."
Stella whistled softly. "They must have had quite a
night, poor kids."
Regina looked down into her coffee cup. "Did you ever
consider screwing your own son?"
Shrugging, Stella said, "Oh, sure. But I had no idea he
was already old enough. I mean, I wasn't all that sure
anything would ever happen; it was just a vague idea."
"It's not vague any longer, dear. I know about me; I
want it. I want to fuck Dale so badly that my mound
aches, just thinking about it. He's my son, my boy --
but I want to feel his hard young prick in my pussy. I
need to fuck him, and I will."
Stella stood up. "Then go on home, and send Carey over
to me. I don't know what the hell the men have in mind,
taking our daughters to the beach. It may very well be
all innocent, but it can't stay that way very much
longer. Let's you and I get a head start on them."
Regina got to her feet, too. "Thank you, darling -- for
everything."
"You're not going on a long trip," Stella smiled, "just
a short vacation. Then we'll be back together, all of
us. It might be real fun to go for a group right now,
but I guess we'd better play it carefully, and let our
boys get used to the idea first. A little privacy
always helps incest along, from what I hear."
They kissed briefly, but Regina could feel the new
excitement stirring through her lover's mobile lips --
or was it her own emotionally-heightened sensitivity?
She hurried across the adjoining back yards, and was
well into the kitchen before she slowed and looked
around. The house was quiet, but she sensed life in it.
She found them in the living room, sitting quietly.
"Carey," she said gently, "your mother wants you."
He looked up at her. "I've been waiting a long time.
Does she really want me?"
"Maybe even as much as you want her," Regina said.
"Hadn't you better go see?"
He leaped off the couch and ran past her, head down and
legs pumping furiously. The back door slammed behind
him, and Regina was left alone in the living room with
her own son.
"Hello, Mom," Dale said.
She saw the clean young strength of him, the blond
loveliness so masculine and dazzling to her eyes.
"Hello, son. Did you enjoy yourself last night?"
He said, "Yes and no. I just about freaked out a couple
of times."
"You're a strong young man," she said. "I know that,
because I had the opportunity to watch you when you
laid Mrs. Baker. And a strong young man should have
been driven out of his head by what you watched happen
last night."
He touched his tongue to his lips; his fingers curled
around his knees. "I jacked off twice."
She peeled back her robe, her rumpled one from the wild
evening before. It glided down her body and she stood
there naked before him, showing her tits, her mound, to
her boy. "You don't have to do that now. Am I pretty to
you, Dale? Am I sexpot enough for you?"
He drew his teeshirt over his head and pulled down the
zipper of his jeans. "You're the most beautiful woman
in the whole world; your tits are the roundest and
heaviest; your pussy is the loveliest thing I've ever
seen in my life."
She took a step toward him. "Then you want me? As a
woman, as your lover?"
Dale yanked off his jeans and kicked away his shorts.
He sat on the couch with his slim blond-haired legs
spread wide, with his majestic young prick climbed
high, throbbing from his head to the wooly fluff of his
balls.
He said, "I want to fuck you, Mother. I want to do all
the things to you that Dad has been doing to you all
these years. I saw how hot you are, how they fucked you
while you gave them head. I saw how crazy you got with
Mrs. Baker. I want you to do that with me. I need my
prick in your cunt, you beautiful, hot mother-bitch.
Come here and straddle me. Come right over here and let
me kiss those gorgeous tits."
She was almost numb, but tiny prickles of vivid
excitement ran up her spine as her legs took her
obediently to the boy. She held his head tenderly
between her palms as he kissed her breasts, as his
lovely mouth caressed her nipples. When Dale sucked on
them, she flinched and her knee came into contact with
his hard cock.
She was dizzy again, swaying back and forth, and he
sensed her weakness, put his hands on her waist and
guided her down to the couch. They sat side by side,
and she was fondling his incomparable young cock while
he caressed the steamy mysteries of her mound.
Regina wasn't the teacher she had thought she would be,
for his tongue was lancing softly down her throat, his
hands were deftly knowing. She thought hazily that he
could not have learned so quickly from Stella, that one
long, involved fuck session with the glamorous neighbor
woman wouldn't have made this boy so experienced.
His finger was in her vulva, moving tenderly, and she
moved upon it, with it, churning lightly upon this
small intruder and shivering whenever it touched her
clitoris. She kissed him back, sucked upon his tongue,
and her fingers played over his cock from spongy head
to sacked testicles.
He jerked his head away, took his mouth from hers.
"Damn! I'm about to pop off in your hand, Mom. Lie
back, sweet woman -- lie back and snuggle down on the
couch, and open your thighs for me. Open those
marvelous golden thighs, because your son is going to
climb in between them and fuck you."
"Oh yes," she murmured, "yes, darling -- of course."
And she fitted herself to the contours of the couch,
opening all the portals of her body for the entrance of
her best loved.
He was anxious now, the polished deftness gone
suddenly, now only a young and eager boy on the verge
of attaining his lifetime dream. Dale poised above her,
tremors rippling his body. She helped him, because it
was her desire and her duty to assist him. Regina took
his iron-hard prick in one hand and steered the pulsing
head of it to the hairy entrance of her pussy.
A strangled sound broke from Dale's lips, and he lunged
forward, burying his cock into his mother's willing
cunt with one long, driving stroke. His balls came
against her ass, and he caught at her hips with both
hands as she twisted, as she humped up at the
tremendous power of his body. His prick in her, at last
-- at last!
She could feel the head of it driven home, feel the
pulsing shaft as her vagina closed lovingly upon it,
feel the caress of his scrotum. Regina was tender and
she was adoring, moving with him as he backed his rod
partway from her suctioning cunt, wiggling with
delicious ardor as he slid it forward again. It was
wonder beyond price, a superb sensation that permeated
her entire body, and she fucked slowly with him,
meeting his thrusts gently.
"Mom," he groaned, "oh Mother -- Mom! I can't believe
I'm really in your pussy. It's hot, and magic and --
oh, Mother -- love me and fuck me!"
"I will, dear!" she panted. "Yes -- your loving mom
will fuck you. Now I'm riding your little boy prick,
feeling your hard cock in me -- and it's fantastic! Oh,
shove it deep into your mama's cunt, darling boy. Feed
your mama all that gorgeous young meat! Ahhh, baby --
oohh, sweetheart! Sliding in and out, your mother's
pussy -- my son's prick..."
And their mouths met again, this time with a primitive
need that made their teeth clash. Their tongues battled
in frenzy, and when one retreated, it was drawn back by
sucking. Sweet and hot, their breaths mingled, and the
tempo of his ass increased, the beat of his screwing
speeded up. He was ramming it deep and strong, and she
had to lift her legs, was forced to wrap his sinuous
body within their grip, so she could make him stuff one
more inch of enchanted flesh into her surging vagina.
She bit his mouth, dug her nails into his ass and tried
to pull him bodily into the flaming maw of her pussy,
attempted to devour him with the very cunt he'd sprung
from. Her pelvis battered his, and she gyrated wildly,
forcing his ramrodding prick to massage her clitoris
with every eager thrust. It was sweet insanity and
magic madness, and she went far out into some other
universe as his cock continued to sledge into her
overflowing vagina.
"Coming," she cried out. "Oh Dale -- Dale -- son --
your mother is COMING!"
* Chapter 14 *
Regina held to her son, locked her legs at the ankles
across the small of his warm back and wiggled slowly,
very sensuously, upon his buried cock. Dale panted and
groaned, and lifted her ass so that his prick could
slam home deeper into her vibrating pussy.
"Mom! Oh Mother -- you sweet, hot bitch! I'm going to
come in you -- let go my load in your cunt. Here it is
-- here it comes -- oh Mom, Mom!
She quivered inside and out when the wondrous
ejaculation hosed into her clenching pussy, when her
son's young, powerful semen came spurting and splashing
over her womb. The walls of her vagina clamped upon his
shaft, gone very slippery in the oysterlike discharge.
She bit down upon him with all the muscles of her cunt,
rolled her pelvis and made his prick slosh around
inside the saturated cavity of her vagina.
Dale's come, she thought -- Dale's hot semen was now
inundating her pussy; her son's come sliding inside her
body -- and it was a joy beyond description, a rapture
so intense that Regina felt it like pain. How fabulous
it was, to be fucked by him, how superb to be screwed
by this son she had borne and raised and taught. Now
she was helping teach him more about love, in the
classroom of her pussy.
She never wanted him to take out his cock; she wanted
to keep it captive in her body forever, to get stuck to
him the way dogs sometimes do.
He breathed softly into her ear, "Mother, darling --
what a crazy piece of ass you are -- all hot and tight
and juicy, just the way I always imagined you would be,
if I ever got lucky enough to screw you. And I always
dreamed about fucking you, since I was old enough to
raise a hard-on. Believe me, I raised plenty of hards
just looking at you. Man oh man -- but I dig the way
your sleek ass moves when you walk, and how your tits
bob up and down, and that bitchy look around your
eyes."
"My baby," she said, stroking his back and moving her
ass in tender small circles, sliding her hairy pelvis
over his. "Darling -- I never knew. I mean, there were
times when the thought of having sex with you passed
briefly through my mind, but immediately following that
thought came the big taboo of incest. So I shoved the
idea away. Now I'm sorry I did. Just think of all the
fucking we could have had by now."
"We'll make up for it, Mom," he said. "We'll fuck all
we want, all we can stand, and then we'll think of
something else."
"Oh son, I love you," she murmured, stroking tenderly
upon his imbedded prick. "I love you in every way now -
- as my boy, my baby; as my lover, my husband -- as my
hard young prick."
He kissed her, slid his tongue into her welcoming
mouth, but only for a little while; then he said
against her lips: "Once I got a picture of you through
the bathroom window, just when you were about to step
into the shower. You were naked, and I used to stare at
your body in that picture, especially at this golden,
fluffy hair on your pussy, and I'd play with my cock,
pretending I had it in you. Whenever you'd get a little
high and go to bed with Dad, then I'd think -- they're
going to fuck. I'd sneak up to your door and listen. I
heard you moan and talk dirty to him. I heard the bed
squeak and once -- I even heard the sound his cock made
in your pussy when you were all wet and squishy. It
made me crazy."
"Poor darling," she whispered against the smooth column
of his throat. "I'll make it up to you. Dale -- Stella
Baker wasn't your first lay, was she?"
"No," he said. "I was fifteen when I screwed my first
girl, and I've had four others since. But you know -- I
always pretended they were you. I'd close my eyes and
pretend that I was cramming my prick into the cunt I
wanted most, your cunt."
"How sweet," she said, caressing his ass. "And you
didn't hate me last night, seeing me do all those
things with your father and Chuck; yes, and with
Stella, too?"
"Hate you? How could I, Mom? That really proved to me
you were everything I hoped -- so hot you'd fuck
anywhere; so wild you'd suck cock and so far-out that
you would swing with a woman, and play sixty-nine
eating her pussy. I want you so bitchy, you'll do
everything with me, and so I can do everything to you."
She sighed tremulously. "Anything you want, darling;
everything you desire. Tell me something else -- did
any of the girls you screwed -- did any of them go down
on you, eat that glorious prick?"
"No," he said. "They're kind of touchy about that."
"Then I'll be the first," she said. "I'd love that.
Wait -- not Stella, either?"
He shook his head, kissed her lips softly. "Not her,
either. I was too worn out, after fucking her three
times running. She said she was going to, though."
"After me, she will," Regina said. "I'm going to get at
least one cherry from my own son."
And with that, she twisted out from under him, snapped
his stiff cock from the clasp of her pussy with a
practiced roll of her ass, and urged him over onto his
back.
"There, baby. Just lie there and relax while your
mother takes care of you with some nice oral sex."
He said, "Shouldn't I wipe off, or something?"
"No way," she said quickly. "I want to eat you just as
you are, with your semen still on your cock, mixed with
my juices."
She leaned over and kissed his mouth, running her
tongue in and out while he caressed her dangling tits.
Then she moved down to the base of his throat, and over
to one of his little boy nipples, licking it and biting
it gently. She gave the other nubbin the same
tantalizing treatment, and left for the satiny planes
of his belly.
Licking hotly, kissing and nipping, she tasted the
flavors of his skin, the aroma of his flesh. There was
a scattering of pale blond hair reaching to his navel,
and she trailed the path of it with her wet tongue,
knowing the excited squirming of her son's body as she
aroused him more.
When she darted the end of her tongue into the
indentation of his bellybutton, he grunted and his
hands shot down to take her by the head. His pelvis
heaved and she knew the tapping of his shaft along her
cheek.
"So lovely," she breathed, "so male and beautiful. I
adore your prick, Dale."
But she didn't take it into her mouth right away.
Instead, she lapped down to his hairy pelvic mound,
running her tongue through the pubic curls, drawing it
tickling around the base of his throbbing cock. Cupping
his enticing balls in one hand, she lifted them to the
ministrations of her avid mouth, spreading her lips
wide so that she could suck them.
"That's it, Mom!" he cried out. "Oh baby -- that's the
way to set me on fire!"
She eased his balls out between her teeth and turned
her head so she could take the shaft of his prick
between them, grating gently up along the silken skin
to the flange of the protruding head. She kissed the
head then, but only lightly, while her son jerked and
sucked his breath in sharply.
Then Regina crawled between his legs, using her knees
to spread his thighs wider. Slipping down, going to her
elbows, she extended her legs behind, and ran both
palms slowly, teasingly, over Dale's groin, fingering
into his scrotum, handling the trunk of his cock.
Lowering her face inch by inch, she kissed the tip of
his prick, savoring the exotic spices of the semen
already there, knowing the intriguing flavor of his
cock. Running her tongue around the flexing head, she
teased it, wet it. Only then did she open her lips and
put them around the spongy knob that had never appeared
more beautiful to her.
She took her son's hard prick into her mouth, scrubbed
the roof of her mouth over the velvet head with the
firm core, drew it across her tongue, and moved her
head down so that the bulb of his cock touched the cup
of her throat.
Drawing in her cheeks, she sucked daintily upon it,
pushed it away with her tongue, licked and lapped over
the vibrant cockhead.
Meanwhile, Regina fondled his balls; squeezed the stem
of his prick, played her fingertips like a butterfly up
the shaft, moaned lovingly around the head and she
sucked it deep and slid it out shallow. It was very
good for her, this abject adoration, this humbling of
herself to give the very utmost in pleasure to this
marvelous young son of hers.
She enjoyed rolling his cock around inside her mouth,
reveled in the texture and taste and feel of it, in the
matchless intimacy it brought and the bond that their
flesh so used would forever create between them. It was
love and it was sex, it was lust and it was affection,
and it was magnificent.
He said, "Mother -- Mom -- suck on my prick, darling.
Eat my cock, mama -- oooh, that's right! Give me head,
mama. I'm fucking your mouth, darling -- I'm putting
the prick to your face and I love it -- oooH! I love
it!"
She moved her head up and down, creating suction and
then breaking it, caressing his prick with tongue and
cheeks, stimulating him with the merest rakings of her
teeth, feeling the tremendous pressure building up
within his swollen shaft.
"M-Mom -- I can't hold it back! I have to come -- come
-- oh, darling Mama -- take it -- take my come --
swallow it, you cocksucking bitch!"
She gaped her throat wide and accepted the steaming
fountain of semen that geysered from his prickhead.
Thick and sweet, it sprayed up into the confines of her
hungry throat, and she gulped at it, drank the copious
discharge with eagerness.
Regina was taking the male essence of her son, draining
the life substance from his leaping balls, and she
loved the creaminess, ate the musky lotion, drank the
liquids of his sex. Laving the pulsing head with her
tongue, she coaxed forth yet more of the heady stuff,
swallowing, pulling, sucking until the fountain ran dry
and sere.
Even then, unsatisfied with what she had taken, Regina
licked around the insides of her cheeks, ran her tongue
seeking over her teeth, gathering the last escaped
droplets of his fluids, devouring them as she would
have liked to devour his young prick.
When she raised her head to look up into her son's
passion-glazed eyes, she clung a while to the head of
his cock, holding it prisoner between the circle of her
teeth. Reluctantly then, she allowed it to go free
momentarily, knowing in her heart that she owned his
prick now, that it would, from now on, belong to her
whenever she wanted it -- and that would be repeatedly.
He said, "Oh Mom -- Mother -- thanks; thank you for
giving me so much wild head. It was out of sight."
"I'm glad, darling," she said. "I want to make you so
happy."
"You have," he said, "oh Mom, you have -- and now, I
want to make you just as happy. I've never done this
before, but I watched how Stella and you did it last
night, so I think I can turn you on okay. If I don't
eat you right, then you just tell me what I'm doing
wrong, and I'll change."
She ran fingers up his belly, kneeled there and stared
fondly down at the beautiful nude body of her son. "You
don't have to make trades with me, Dale. I'll do
anything you like."
"I want to eat your pussy, Mom," he said. "I really
want to see what it's like, to taste your cunt.
Especially now that I know what it feels like to fuck
it. I dig making you wiggle and moan, and if going down
on this terrific pussy turns you wild, then it'll make
me wild, too."
She said, "You're an adorable boy. Shall I lie down?"
"No," he answered, "just crawl up on top of me. Rub
your pussy along my belly and over my chest, rub it
slow and dirty, slow and greasy, mom. I really will dig
feeling it slide over my skin, all hairy and wet. Then,
when you get up close to my face, kind of lift that
gorgeous ass and just sit down on my mouth."
"I'd love to," she sighed.
It made her indescribably sexy, rubbing her inflamed
cunt over his satin skin, grinding her crotch upon the
flawless body of the boy she had loved all his life.
She made a real production of the trip up his
shuddering body, sliding her ass back and forth, making
certain that no part of his belly and chest hadn't been
dampened by the juices oozing from her cunt, wetting
him down with her own love lubrications and the
residual leakings of his come.
"That's groovy," he whispered through set teeth. "Oh,
that's real crazy, mother. Oh wow -- I'm already a
mother fucker, and now in a few seconds, I'm going to
be a mother sucker."
"My darling," she murmured, "oh my darling, horny boy."
On up his body she went, progressing slowly and
sensuously, getting lascivious thrills out of making
him squirm at the slippery fondling of her feverish
pussy.
Then she was at his face, the blonde hairs of her cunt
poised at his chin, so near his open and panting mouth,
so near the eager tongue she could see flicking past
his lips.
He breathed huskily, "Your cunt is lovely, all golden-
haired and the lips are red, puffy from our fucking,
and I can see the inner lips, all bright and shiny.
Your pussy looks delicious, Mother."
Regina lifted her lower body, carefully placed her
knees on each side of his head and stared down at his
handsome face. She was going to feed her child her
pussy.
She hesitated above him, poised for just an uncertain
minute over his anxious face, and Dale said: "Oh,
please -- " so of course she had to go on, as she truly
desired to.
Regina's crotch lowered, sank gently to meet the hungry
upthrusting of his tongue. Thrill after hot thrill
bombed through her flesh, lancing tendrils of mad
sensation over her nerve ends. It was deeper, more
sensitive, because it was Dale, because it was her son
eating into her cunt.
He mumbled into her cavity, and the oils flowed from
her as if a new well had been tapped, drenching his
chin and cheeks, bubbling in his mouth and over that
reaching, curling, searching tongue. She moved her ass
just so, and Dale's hands found her cheeks, just as his
tongue discovered the target of her clitoris.
She vibrated upon his mouth, convulsed and made a
series of seesawing motions, wiggled and shook,
smearing her pussy into his mouth, rubbing it over his
face as she fucked it, as she screwed her son's mouth.
Dale hung on to her, ate into her blazing cunt and
sucked mightily, making strange noises, teasing and
worrying the clit with tongue and teeth, opening her
secret places and sucking her like an end-peeled
orange.
She came furiously, swiveling her hips and making her
crotch do tricks on his mouth. She came with a roaring,
spasming torrent of erotic, wanton adoration that
ripped her apart inside, that melted her and turned her
forever soft.
* Chapter 15 *
She ate ravenously at lunch, putting away a platter of
fries and a steak so thick, devouring a salad and three
bottles of beer. Regina still felt a shade hungry when
she stopped, but she also felt a little guilty, and
smiled over at Dale across the table.
"All that sex makes me starved," she said. "I have to
build up my strength if we're going to keep it up."
Her son reached for her hand. "That we are, Mom. Just
like Carey and his mother, I'll bet. There hasn't been
a peep out of the Baker house all day. They're probably
still in the bedroom, fucking away like crazy."
Regina smiled. "We can't blame them. It's a glorious
sensation, screwing your own son."
"And your own mother," he said. "Mom -- what are we
going to do about us, when Dad comes home -- and my
sister?"
"I'll just have to tell him," she said. "I don't think
we can go through the seduction trap again, because
there's just no way we can have little Judy Baker lay
your father. It's not like it was with you and Stella,
or me and Carey. We've hit a roadblock."
Dale looked thoughtful. "Maybe not. Judy is no real
straight chick. I haven't gotten into her panties, but
I know a guy who has."
"But what makes you think she'll do us a favor and
screw your father? I mean, she doesn't owe us anything,
and I can't go up to Judy's mother and say how about
Bill sticking your daughter, so we can get us all in
the game. And come to think of it -- that also means
pulling Monica in with us. Monica is..."
"No cherry, Mom; believe me. She's a lot like you, so
cute and sexy that the guys follow her round with their
tongues hanging out. Monica has been fucking her steady
guy for a month or two now."
Regina frowned. It seemed all too casual, discussing
her daughter's virginity with her son, but another
mental look at the discussion made things more clear.
Why be so phony, why be hypocritical at all, when the
only way was to be honest -- up front, as the kids
would say?
"They'll be back from the beach before long," she said.
"Maybe we should just sit down with Monica -- all three
of us -- and have a talk. You'd lay your sister,
wouldn't you?"
"Damned right," Dale answered. "Like I said, she's a
real sexy piece, a lot like you. And Dad -- well, she'd
go for him in a second. I can tell that. As for him,
you've got him so turned on now that he'll do anything
you want, and he's sure not going to turn down a chance
to put it to Monica's juicy young snatch."
Nodding, Regina said, "I think we'll all stay home
tonight."
Dale helped her clear the table and put dishes into the
washer. Slipping his arms around her waist from behind,
he pressed himself into her ass and as she leaned back
into him, lifted his hands to hold her breasts. She
felt much adored, the young bride in the arms of her
lover.
That's when the front door opened noisily, and Regina
pulled guiltily away from her son's embrace, knowing a
sharp flash of resentment at any intrusion that would
move him away from her.
Her husband and daughter laughed into the kitchen,
wind-rumpled and scattering grains of beach sand. Bill
swung the picnic hamper onto the drainboard. "Hi,
Regina -- Dale. You guys should have been along; we had
a great time. Chuck and Judy tried the water, but it
was just too damned cold for me, and Monica stayed to
fix the food."
Regina stared through lowered lashes at her daughter,
seeing her perhaps for the first time as a complete
woman, sufficient unto herself. The girl's honeyblonde
hair set off her liquid brown eyes to perfection, and
her mouth looked just a bit smeared, as if she had been
kissed hard, recently.
Monica looked back with a direct stare, and the set of
her young mouth contained perhaps just a touch of
arrogance. Was her daughter possessor of some new
knowledge, some new wisdom that she wasn't afraid to
flaunt?
Glancing away, Regina caught her son's eye, and Dale
nodded. "Come on, Monica -- you have to listen to this
groovy new tape I got today."
His hand on hers, he practically dragged his sister
from the room, so his mother and father could be alone
for a few minutes. He'd sensed what was coming, she
thought, felt the vibes in the air and was making
things easier for them.
She opened a beer for her husband and one for herself,
wishing for something stronger. Sitting at the table,
he fidgeted a bit, swallowed some cold beer, and
brought out his words with a rush: "Regina -- I have
something to tell you. You know this morning, while you
were sacked out with Stella? Well, Chuck and me got
this great idea, and you two women were so happy there
together, that we decided to leave you like that and --
and take the kids for a picnic. The girls, that is. You
see, Chuck and me -- well, we thought that since
swapping wives was so damned much fun, that maybe
swapping -- ahh -- daughters would be just as big a
blast."
He ran out of breath, dropped his eyes and gulped beer.
She stared at her husband. "And was it?"
"Was it what? Oh, yeah -- a blast; yeah -- sure, it
was. You wouldn't figure those kids -- but they're so
damned sweet and young and sensuous, all at once. I
have to confess that I screwed Judy Baker today. She's
a real redhead, too; the hair of her little pussy is
like fire, but curlier, and..."
Her voice was sly, smooth: "And how was your daughter?"
"Just great!" he answered enthusiastically. "Only
sixteen years old, and fucks like a mink! And when she
starts grinding on your prick."
Stopping suddenly, Bill looked down into his beer can
again. "Okay; so we traded off, and fucked our own
daughters. It was great, and I blew off more jism than
I thought I had, once I got it into Monica's tight
pussy. And Chuck -- well, he didn't want to turn his
kid loose. They kept screwing until we had to call a
halt and get home. Look, Regina -- you started all this
fucking around stuff, so don't get all pissed at me
because I took it a step farther, just a logical step
farther. And it's not like either of those girls were
cherries; they sure as hell weren't. Monica bragged
that she's been screwing for almost two years now."
She said, "So has Dale -- but he claims I'm the best
piece of ass he ever had."
For a long moment, her husband didn't say anything,
didn't move a muscle as the information sank in. Then
his fingers clenched on his beer can and he banged it
hard upon the table top. "Son of a bitch! And here I
thought I was getting a step ahead of you." His eyes
found hers and clung. "Fucking your own son, are you?
And the Carey kid, too?"
"Him first, the way you screwed Judy Carey first. It's
okay with Stella, though -- she's made it with both the
boys, too. I imagine that Dale is in his room now,
breaking all the news to Monica, so the little bitch
won't feel so superior."
His head jerked up, "Now wait?!"
She said, "Oh, I meant bitch as a compliment. I'm not
jealous of her; I'm intrigued. Dale and I were planning
on your fucking her, so nobody would have to hide
anything from anybody else. That goes for the Bakers,
too. I'm glad you screwed both kids, darling, that you
broke the ice -- if that's the proper phrase -- with
your daughter. Now we can all ball together. Each of us
has four to fuck."
Bill said numbly, "You mean -- Dale and Monica?"
She laughed. "Why not? Does that smack of incest?"
He shook his head. "Damned if I can understand anything
that's going on. Just a few days ago, I had this kind
of nice, sometimes sexy wife, and everything was going
along."
"Boring as hell," she finished for him. "Bill Abbott --
are you going to tell me you'd like to have your sex
back the way it was?"
He grunted, got up and popped the lids on two more
beers. Handing her one, he said, "No way, baby. I never
had so much fun in my whole life, and I'm not going to
stop now."
"Then what's the argument about Dale and Monica fucking
each other?"
He held up one hand. "The idea just shook me at first,
that's all. Now I see that it's no different than me
screwing her, or you laying him. You know, now that I
think of it, it's a real wonder that the boy hasn't got
into her pants before this. I've been thinking about
fucking Monica for a long time, I just never had the
guts to try."
She finished her beer and stood up to plant a wet kiss
on her husband's lips. "I told Dale that we'd be
staying home tonight, and since Stella is probably
going through a showdown scene of her own next door, no
doubt the Bakers will be unavailable this evening. Now
lover man, if you'll draw the curtains and lock the
doors, and take the phone off the hook, I'll go up and
tidy myself. Maybe I'll break up anything the kids have
gotten started. That's because I want them fresh in an
hour or so, as fresh as they can be, that is. The
Abbott family is going to have an orgy all its own."
His chuckle followed her up the stairs. She strode
directly to her son's room and opened the door without
knocking. They were on the bed, but rolled apart when
they heard her come in. Dale was grinning, but Monica
looked guilty.
Regina said, "Sorry to intrude, kids -- but since we
have this party tonight."
Monica said sharply, "What party? I have something else
in mind, and..."
Clearly, Regina said it: "A fuck party. If you know of
something better to do, please let me know. I'd like to
join you."
Her daughter gasped; her son laughed aloud and said,
"See, Monica? I was going to tell you what a swinger
mom is, too. While you were out making it with dad and
Chuck. I was home screwing her."
"I-I don't believe it!" Monica said in a shocked voice.
"Tonight, I'll prove it," Regina said. "How about you
two getting all showered and shaped up? I suggest the
dress be scuffs and robes, with nothing underneath. You
can get fucked by your brother then, dear -- and have
another go at your daddy."
She left them then, smiling to herself at how Monica's
feline air of superiority had been punctured. The girl
had thought herself preferred over her mother, and had
been feeling a bit smug about it. She'd feel better
tonight, with a couple of drinks down her to numb any
inhibitions she might have left over. When Monica
learned how to be open, how to be free with her
fucking, she'd be happier.
The shower felt terrific, brightening and freshening
her skin. The douche did something of the same for the
inner woman, cleansing her of any lingering odor that
might be offensive. Regina washed her hair and used a
hand dryer on it, fluffing it out in a natural fall
over her shoulders. She used a good perfume and picked
her other good robe, the pale blue one that she could
almost see through.
Feeling wicked, she didn't use her scuffs, but chose
instead a pair of the new wedgies with the high soles
and outrageously tall heels. They made her legs appear
even longer and slimmer, and she pirouetted before the
mirror to watch them.
For the first time, she thought of her daughter as she
thought of Stella Baker. Would she, when the time came,
make love to Monica, too? Regina wasn't sure about
that, although the idea gave her hot tingles along her
lower spine, Monica was a lovely, sensuous girl, young
and new, and she shouldn't miss the tender ecstasy only
another woman could show her how to share.
Leaving the bathroom, Regina thought that could come
later, if at all. Sharp waves of excitement rose in her
belly as she walked downstairs, her thighs making soft,
kissing noises when they touched in passing. She would
certainly fuck both her husband and her son, perhaps
changing off on them, and she might become involved
with her daughter.
It was going to be a highly interesting evening, she
thought, and headed directly for the living room, for
the little bar across one corner. As she walked over
the carpet, she couldn't help flashing back to the
glorious fuck scenes she had already experienced in
this room, on the couch and on the carpet. But tonight
would top them all.
She had two tall pitchers of rum cokes mixed, and was
adding lemon when Bill came into the room. He was
wearing his terrycloth robe, she saw with satisfaction.
He said, "Making them a little weak, for the kids?"
Nodding, she pointed to one pitcher. "This one is; ours
is double strength. They're a hell of a lot younger
than we are, lover. We're going to need extra fuel, to
keep up with them."
Helping himself to a glass, Bill poured it full and
dropped an ice cube into the mahogany-colored mixture.
"Oh, I don't know about that. I've been doing pretty
good, for an old man. You know, I had no idea that I
could fuck for so long and for so many times running.
It must be all the new cunt I'm getting. Not that yours
is old, baby -- I was just too used to it. Now it's
thrilling for me again, like getting married to you all
over again."
"I know," she said. "I keep getting so excited that I
can't stand still."
There was a squeal upstairs, and as their heads swung
toward the stairs, they saw Monica come flying down
them with her brother in close pursuit. Giggling, they
skidded to a stop in the living room, but not before
Regina had caught a glimpse of her daughter's exposed
crotch when the robe flared back.
The girl had a beautiful mound, lightly haired in the
color of her head, the shade of new honey. Her thighs
were cunningly joined to her hips, in the precision
work of a master jeweler; her tanned legs made the
white strip around her lower belly more startling.
"We got to kidding around," Dale grinned, "and she
snapped me with her towel. Good thing she didn't hit
where she was aiming, or I'd be out of action already."
Bill had a tough time looking at his son, Regina
noticed. He managed to smile, but it was weak around
the edges. Monica no longer appeared to be sure of
herself, so Regina took mercy and poured her daughter a
weak drink. She pushed one across the little bar to her
son, too.
"Here's to something," Dale said, and took a big
swallow.
"Here's to us -- and love," Monica said defiantly, and
spoiled the effect by choking on her rum coke.
"Let's all relax," Regina said. "We'll have a few
drinks and loosen up, and then..."
It worked out just as she imagined, because it only
took a couple of drinks to stand Monica on her ear, and
Dale was almost as giggly. But as he danced with his
sister and her robe insisted upon slipping open so that
he could rub his stiff cock against her receptive
belly, he got more and more inflamed, so that his
playing turned serious.
Dropping her robe, Regina came around the bar to back
in between her husband's legs. Bill couldn't shed his
own robe fast enough, and she felt his erect prick
shoved against her backbone. He cupped her tits and
rolled the erectile nipples between his thumbs and
forefingers, while his mouth worked hotly and damply at
the base of her head, tickling the back of her neck.
Her eyes were on their children, their kids turned sexy
and suddenly ripe for the fucking. Dale's mouth
fastened to his sister's, and his hands swept the robe
from her shoulders, dropped it from her taut body to
fall in a heap at her feet.
Bill's harsh whisper hissed into Regina's ear: "There!
Look at that beautiful little pussy, and wait until you
see what she can do with it. That kid is going to get
himself one fine piece of hot ass."
She watched her son's prick stand out, saw the tell-
tale diamond of pre-seminal fluid upon its tip, and
thought that Dale wasn't the only one who'd get a fine
screwing.
* Chapter 16 *
Dale wasted no more time. He forced his sister back and
down, dropping her upon the couch with her fine legs
flashing. Regina saw that her daughter had good, solid
tits; they were a bit small but would grow, and their
cute little nipples were quivering.
Like her mother, Regina thought warmly -- give the girl
a prick rubbing against her belly, and she was ready
for anything, anywhere. Indeed, Monica seemed to have
forgotten there were on-lookers, she was so wrapped up
in her brother. Her small hands were fluttering over
his ass, and one of them found his hard cock.
Dale said, "That's right, baby -- squeeze it, feel my
prick in your hand, because in just a minute, you're
going to feel it in your little pussy."
Head on the couch pillow, Monica simply arched her back
and pulled him toward her spread thighs, holding him
firmly by the shaft.
"Direct little bitch, isn't she?" Bill asked, his
breath stirring the short hairs at Regina's nape.
"She's hot and hungry," Regina said. "You and Chuck
stirred her up something fierce today, and now she's
about ready to boil over. She's a very beautiful girl,
Bill."
Dale dipped his face and found one of his sister's tits
to suck on as she guided the head of his long, stiff
prick into the squirming, humid mound. Shoving up
against him, she made it easier for him to work his
pole inside her snatch, and Regina could see the honey-
haired labia stretching, coming elastically apart to
allow entrance to the cockhead.
"Come on," Monica was muttering, come on! Hurry and put
it in me. I can't stand waiting any longer, Dale. Fuck
me!"
Bill stroked Regina's tits and she rolled her back into
the flagpole of his cock. He said, "She sure sounds
like her mother."
Regina stared avidly at the young people, and saw her
son's rigid prick slide into her daughter's pussy. It
was a lovely, unforgettable sight, she thought, and one
that she would forever treasure. She heard the gasp
from Monica's lips, and the sigh of delight from Dale's
open mouth.
"They're fucking," she said softly aloud. "Our children
are fucking each other, Bill. They're both so sweet, so
luscious, that I could just eat them up."
"And you probably will," he said. "But yes -- I see
what you mean, I'm not jealous of the boy. I want them
both to be happy, to fuck until they come."
Regina held to his thighs and wiggled her ass, her eyes
glued to her kids as they screwed on the couch. Her
husband couldn't take the teasing and great pressure
any longer. Sliding off the barstool, Bill said: "I'll
move the stool out a little, and you bend over it with
your legs spread. I can get into you from behind. We
can fuck while we watch the kids."
Obediently, she followed his orders, positioning
herself belly-down across the seat of the barstool, her
tits hanging down, and her hands taking a brace upon
the foot rungs. It was truly a passive, subjugated
position, and she had an idea that she was going to
like it very much.
Across the room, Dale said, "Sister baby -- oh shake
that great ass! Grind your tight, hot cunt on me, sis!
Take my prick up your pussy and fuck like a mink."
Monica answered, "Drive it home, brother dear! Cram
that meat deep into my vagina and fuck me so hard that
I'll pass out!"
Regina kept herself relaxed and soft, and knew a moment
of impatience when her husband used his finger in her
pulsing snatch, instead of his cock. But Bill did no
more than feel into her juicy hole, before drawing his
finger out again, and she wondered what the brief
caress was all about.
She was gazing entranced at her screwing children when
he said down to her: "Something different this time,
Regina. I'm using your cunt oils to grease the head of
my dick, and you can feel where I'm putting what's left
over."
She flinched as she felt his fingertip at her uptilted
asshole, when she felt her own pussy lotion being
smeared into the rim. Before she realized what her
husband was up to, he set his cockhead in place.
"Bill! Not in my ass! Wait a second -- Bill -- "
He had one hand on the end of her spine, and was using
the other to help his cock push. "Be quiet, Regina, and
watch them fuck. You're going to get it up your ass,
because I always wanted to, and there'll never be a
better time than right now. Relax, and it won't hurt;
my prick isn't all that big, and it's all greased up
right now."
She subsided, a strange new desire kindling within her
body, remembering the fingers that had been shoved in
her asshole while she was being screwed. That had felt
good, and she wondered how much better a full-sized
prick would be.
Grunting, her eyelids fluttered and she clenched the
stool rungs when he put it in her as gently as
possible, but with all the force necessary to make his
knob penetrate the tight ring of her greased anus.
On the couch, Dale cried out: "Oh baby -- oh wow! I'm
going to come -- going to shoot off in your hot little
crack, sis!"
And his sister answered, "Oh-oh-OH! I'm coming, too --
ah, your prick is hard and long -- longer than my guy's
shaft -- not as big as Daddy's cock -- but crazy,
crazy! Feed that meat to me, dear brother -- ahhh!"
Slowly, the head of her husband's prick made a passage
into her asshole and Regina found that if she pushed
back, she helped the ring expand to take him inside.
Once the head had eased itself beyond the circle, it
slipped suddenly into the tube beyond, and with one
long, easy thrust, Bill Abbott buried his prick to the
balls inside his wife's ass.
Regina flinched and her belly went tight upon the bar
stool cushion as a totally new sensation spread from
her ass throughout her surprised vagina, as the
wondrous feeling reached her clitoris and jolted it
with an almost physical blow. She had a cock up her
ass, and it was good.
Gently, Bill moved back, and she moved for him, making
a little circle with the cheeks of her ass, and in so
doing, rubbed her snatch into the edge of the cushion.
He stroked forward again, his tool filling and
stretching the narrow sheath of her anus. She felt as
if his prick were reaching all the way up into her
belly, and thought wildly that when he came, the semen
might very well explode up through her stomach and
along her throat to shower from her open mouth.
But she fucked him anyhow, taking care since he filled
her so, knowing that she could easily tear the delicate
tissues of her ass if she got too excited. And the very
newness of what he was trying turned Bill on, the
constriction of the rubbery sleeve around his embedded
cock made him reach quickly for his mounting orgasm.
He let it go into her asshole, flooded the tube with
his sizzling come and collapsed forward upon her
upturned buttocks. Bill was gasping and she thought
that his climax must have been a tremendous one. She
came close to hitting a crest of her own, but held off
deliberately, since he stopped screwing her.
When her eyes cleared, she saw that their kids were
staring transfixed at what they had watched, a
variation neither of them had ever attempted. Regina
remained still until her husband backed his cock from
her hole, drawing a trail of buttery liquid behind it.
Then she swung herself erect with a feeling of triumph,
because she had taken on a new dimension; she had
experienced another kind of physical love, and now had
touched just about all the bases.
Turning back to the bar, she had two drinks in quick
succession, and felt the hot jolt of them in her belly.
Then walking to the center of the floor, she lay down
and held up her arms to her son.
"Ready to fuck your mother again, darling?"
Dale moved toward her, tugging his sister by the hand.
"Lie down beside mom," he commanded. "Dad can mount
you, while I top Mother."
Silently, Monica drifted down, and when her sleek young
ass touched Regina's hip, their hands found each other.
It was a comfort, Regina thought, a closeness finer
than ever before.
Bill came stiff-legged over to stand with his reddened
shaft out before him, some of his come leaking from its
tip. Only a sexed-up tangle like this, with his
daughter and wife and son, could turn her husband onto
another piece of ass so soon, Regina thought.
And then the time for thinking was past. Her son
climbed between her thighs and, without preliminaries,
set the bulb of his greasy cock against the waiting
lips of his mother's golden-haired pussy. Watching
mesmerized, Bill Abbott saw his son slide a hard cock
into his wife, saw his wife wiggle in far-out rapture
as the rigid length of the boyish prick vanished into
the wet gripping of her cunt.
Robotlike, he went to his own knees, and his daughter
stared up at him, at the glistening cock-head that had
just been removed from her mother's hole. Regina saw
them come together, watched with intense concentration
as her husband pushed the head of that prick into her
daughter's eager cleft, watched Monica's feet lift
higher and higher until the toes were pointing at the
ceiling.
Bill's cock went in to the roots, and his hairy balls
came to rest in the crack of his girl's shuddering
young ass. Just then Monica squeezed her mother's hand,
as if to say: mom, I've got your man's prick in me, and
it's wonderful.
But so was Dale's cock, moving impetuously within the
steamy nest of his mother's aroused pussy, and Regina
squeezed back, as if to say: I understand, and bless
you.
"Fuck me, Daddy," Monica breathed.
Regina said, "Fuck me, son."
Then they fell silent, the four of them moving sweetly
together, sinuously together. Regina brushed her ass
against her daughter's ass as she squirmed, and the
contact seemed to bind them all even closer, to make a
circle of them, so that their ecstasy was equally
shared, so that their blissful fucking was spread
throughout all their bodies at the same time.
Lifting to one elbow, reaching her face up and over,
Regina made it a more perfect circle by making contact
with her husband. Their mouths met, and Bill's tongue
began to plunge back and forth into her gasping mouth
in just the manner that his prick was pumping in and
out of his daughter's fine, clenching pussy.
Dale continued to fuck, pounding his cock to the hilt
with prideful thrusts that demonstrated to his father
that he was just as much a man, that he could fuck his
father's wife just as hard, just as pleasingly.
Bill groaned against her teeth, and she sucked upon his
tongue. From somewhere, a soft hand came to fondle one
of her aching tits, and she thought the hand was
Monica's. Violent forces raged within her vagina, and
her clit was threatening to tear loose from its
moorings. Regina hunched to her son's cock and let
herself go completely.
She would never know which of them reached the first
orgasm. The tangle, the interweaving, was so blended
that who came first did not matter. There were moanings
and humpings, little glad cries of rapture and the
panting sounds of lust run rampant. There were the
noises a wetly hammering prick makes in a well-drenched
pussy. There was a symphony of flesh upon flesh and the
segue of skins.
Regina came in a crazy kind of grabbing, kissing,
wiggling. She felt hot semen spatter the length and
breadth of her insanely aroused cunt, and she felt the
slash of teeth as a man's mouth locked into her lip.
She knew the grip of hands upon her tender boobs, and
she threshed in an orgiastic voluptuousness that made
her brain expand.
Enmeshed in the tender trappings of legs and arms, held
together by pricks and cunts and hands and mouths, they
were, for an uncountable period of time, one object
turned inanimate in the furnace of emotions that fused
them.
Slowly, regretfully, they came apart. When Regina got
back to the world, she found herself looking up into
the serious face of her daughter.
"Mom," Monica said, "you're just boss, the very most. I
love you so much."
Weakly, Regina touched Monica's cheek. "I love you,
dear. We all love each other now -- deeply and fully.
It's going to be wonderful around here from now on.
You'll get an idea of just how wonderful, as soon as we
all catch our breaths. I want you and me to make love,
darling."
Monica didn't hesitate. "Of course, mom."
Regina let her hand drop. In a minute, she would sit up
and have another drink to put more fuel in her tank,
although she could probably run the rest of the night
on her stored-up energy.
She thought of the house across the yard, of four other
people who were just as deliriously happy, who were
exploring the heretofore forbidden mysteries of each
other's bodies, breaking every taboo on the list, and
reveling in the joy of the destruction.
Stella and Chuck Baker; Carey and Judy Baker -- four
lovely, sensuous people -- would now widen the circle
of love to include the Abbotts. Idly, warmly, Regina
wondered what it was going to be like to have eight
naked people in one room, doing all sorts of exciting
things.
But that was for another time, she reminded herself,
and opened her eyes to the now of her magically
sensitized existence. She saw her son, his prick
drooping only a bit -- and her husband, with his cock
bent in the middle, but only momentarily; she saw her
lovely daughter, with the froth of semen gleaming on
her pussy hairs.
It was going to be a long night, Regina thought, and a
happy one.
* Chapter 17 *
"We might have a little trouble keeping track of things
and people," Stella said. "There are four on each side,
if we look at it that way -- and that might not be a
bad way to start this here swinging orgy."
Regina smiled at her friend, her lover. Stella was so
much fun, even when she wasn't fucking somebody. They
were all ranged around the Baker's living room, she and
her husband and their children, the Bakers and their
children.
She asked, "What way is best to start, Stella?"
"With sides," the small woman answered. "The Bakers and
the Abbotts can meet halfway, lined up according to
size or age, or whatever, and start fucking. In five
minutes, we change over."
Bill said, "Hey -- I don't quite figure that out;
change over how?"
Stella answered, "Well, let's see -- suppose we start
in by you screwing me, Bill; Chuck can fuck Regina, my
son Carey can put it to your daughter Monica, and my
daughter Judy can get shafted by your son Dale. That
makes one family fucking the other. Then when we change
over, we'll fuck within the families. How's that?"
Regina crossed her long legs, amazed at the tremble
that was setting up within her thighs. "Then after the
switch, you and I should be screwing our own husbands,
and the boys will be making it with their own sisters?"
"That's it," Stella agreed. "Everybody ready?"
Regina thought that she'd been ready for a long time,
ever since she got started in the husband-exchanging,
son-fucking maneuvers. Glancing around the room, as
they all began sliding and wiggling out of their robes,
she realized that there was only one she hadn't had
sexual relations with -- Judy Baker, the luscious
little redhead with the seagreen eyes, the Baker
daughter. She'd get to the girl later in the evening.
She stood up and shed her robe, stood proudly and
sexily in a hipshot pose drawing the male eyes. She was
happy with her re-awakened body, with its newly aroused
facets, and would glory in its uses to both male and
female. For she could love and be loved by both sexes,
and that was more than she had ever believed before.
Holding out her arms, she sway-hipped toward Chuck
Baker, and saw the rising of his prick as he advanced
to meet her. A step to her right, her husband Bill was
walking to Stella, and so on down the line. Four
hardening cocks were pointed outward, feeling their way
toward four anticipating cunts. Eight tits bobbed and
jigged saucily, and as many hearts beat with heightened
excitement as they all neared each other.
Happily, Regina went into the arms of her man, the
husband of her best friend. She brought her silken
belly up tightly to his swollen cock, and smiled as she
kissed him. She flattened the nipples of her tits into
his chest.
"A real family fuck," she said softly, running only the
hot tip of her tongue in and out of his mouth. "All of
us screwing each other, right out in the open where
each of us can share the happiness, where we can all
participate in the pure beauty of it all."
Chuck grinned his answer, and slid his hands familiarly
around the cheeks of her ass so that he could pull her
golden haired cunt up closer to his crotch. She ground
it into him, let the warm and erotic feelings flow
unhampered within her soul, within her vagina.
She drew him to the floor with her, one hand fondling
his prick, her body going vibrant and her mound
dampening in eagerness to receive his cock. She lay
beside him on the carpet, their hands feeling over
flesh and hair, cupping and stroking and trailing the
pleasure-pain of fingernails into crevices that ached.
"Fuck me, darling," she asked her lover, and helped him
steer the yearning knob of his shaft to the trembling
wetness of her labia. Sliding one leg up and across his
waist, Regina positioned herself for the screwing,
settling her crotch upon the spongy-hard end. His glans
shoved against her fleshy barrier and slowly, sweetly,
began to penetrate.
Rolling her head to the side, Regina watched her own
husband's prick plunging already, balls-deep, into the
black furred cunt of Stella Baker. He was in the
traditional position, between her small, sleek legs.
Stella coiled and uncoiled those legs, striking with
the gentle surgings of her pelvis. Her pussy devoured
Bill's cock so that only his balls seemed to keep him
from being pulled completely inside her body.
And beyond her, Dale Abbot was drawing Judy Baker down
upon his upright prick. The head of her son's cock
shone like a lavender beacon as it reached for the red-
haired pussy above it. A gorgeous little cunt, Regina
saw, looking as if it was curled in crisp flames. It
was probably as hot as it looked.
As she watched, Dale held to Judy's ass and the girl
squatted to fasten the blunt point of his cock into her
snatch, then ground down upon it with a corkscrew
motion, slow and easy. The girl's face was shining, her
pink-tipped tits quivering and Dale grunted with great
satisfaction as his cock worked into her pussy.
One more set -- and Regina had to crane her neck a
little to make them out: her own daughter Monica --
Monica with the hot suctioning cunt -- and the boy
Carey, who had lost his cherry fucking Monica's mother.
That mother stared now as he approached her daughter
from the back, as he urged Monica over onto her hands
and knees in a dog-fashion pose. Carey had his prick in
one hand, and was guiding it between the polished
buttocks of the girl, aiming it into the honey blonde
hair between the incredible softness of her rounded
thighs.
Then they were all moving to their own rhythms, fucking
at their own beat, grinding and thrusting, wiggling and
humping as they felt like it.
The boys screwed the girls, and the men fucked their
women. The fact that the girls' brothers were within
arm's reach, meant only additional pleasure. The fact
that the husbands of the women were brushing their
hips, as they fucked, against the other woman, only
meant sharper thrills to all concerned.
It was hypnotic, Regina thought, to watch the other
pricks sliding into the lovely cunts, seeing their
oily, polished shafts move within the jealous gripping
of stretched and feverish labia. Their balls swayed and
bounced softly, or swung wetly, or hung trembling in
the cleft of an ass. So beautiful, she thought, so
vividly provoking of highly erotic sensations.
Sweetly, hotly, she fucked Chuck Baker, giving him a
tit to suck, changing over to nibble at his own
flinching button. He worked his magic prick juicily
within her pussy, felt it over her thrumming clitoris
and massaged the walls of her vagina. He was a fine,
thoughtful lover, the first man she had taken since she
married, her first true lover. Chuck had taught her to
suck cock, and how thrilling it was to have her own
cunt eaten. She owed him so much, as she owed the rest
of the Baker family.
She'd pay them all back, she thought, fucking steadily
and greedily upon his shaft, rolling and clenching her
ass in slow, sexy movements. She was in no hurry to
come, and didn't rush it. It was wonderful just to
screw, to ride this prick and think how magnificent it
all was.
"Hey!" Stella's voice raised high, a little keen. "Hey,
everybody, time to change over, to fuck the members of
your own family -- no matter if you've come already or
not. And there's no hurry for that, you know. We have
all night, and all this good sex to catch up on."
Reluctantly, they parted, pulling apart with lingering
caresses and kisses. Chuck's cock slid from her cunt as
hard as when it went inside. "Come back soon," Regina
said, patting it.
She smiled up at her own husband, at Bill whose prick
glistened from the hot inner juices of Stella's cunt.
He came gladly to her, and she rolled over onto her
back, spreading her knees wide to take him all in.
Bill said, "This is wild, baby -- I always like to
shove my cock in there after Chuck has just pulled his
out, but this time he didn't come in your pussy."
"Maybe you will," she said, "and your son can fuck into
your semen. That's almost as good for you, isn't it?
You really do dig seeing Dale screw me."
"Yeah," he panted, fitting his cockhead into her wet
cunt lips and pushing gently, strongly forward. "I
damned near came, just watching that boy pump his prick
into your hot snatch. Oh, baby -- Regina darling --
you're so slick inside, so steamy."
"Chuck stirred me all up," she said. "One of these
nights, I want to take all four of you males on, fuck
you all -- with you the last in line."
"We'll do it," he promised, pumping his rod into her,
feeding it a little faster now, getting more turned on
with the picture she had drawn for him of the two boys
and Chuck sticking it to her, each of them letting go
their loads into her ardent pussy, then he crawling on
to finish off the multiple fucking.
Beside her, she heard Stella moaning and hissing, and
she moved her head around to watch Chuck bring his wife
to a biting, squirming orgasm.
"I'm coming!" Stella cried out. "Oh damn you, I'm
coming!"
The good and the bad, Regina thought; good feelings in
the foaming crest of the climax, sorrow because she had
been forced to come when she had meant to last much
longer.
And farther down the line, Judy Baker said sharply,
loudly: "Oh -- oh, Dale! Your prick -- oh, oh -- "
Regina couldn't hear as her daughter was fucked by
Carey Baker, but she could make out their scuffling
over the sounds of the other people. All of them were
tuned in, turned out. They were fucking happily,
sensuously, not hiding anything from anyone.
Maybe it was emanating from her own head, but she
thought she could see an aura of sorts, a glistening,
halo kind of thing that moved with a faint purple
shining throughout the room. Then she was busy,
hunching madly with her husband as he pounded his hard
cock into her grasping pussy.
They came together, he spurting and splashing; she with
that extra sense of warm looseness, that special
bursting of fires and a showering of stars. Her ass
made concentric circles, and her pelvis interrupted
those circles occasionally to bump gently against
Bill's crotch.
"So fine," she whispered, "so wonderful."
And by the time he had partially melted within her,
then backed his softening prick out of the grip of her
cunt, she was so relaxed that she felt as if a major
part of her body had turned to liquid and was soaking
into the carpet.
Regina was in a state of half-awareness when the boy
stood over her with his cock in hand. Peering up
through lash-shadowed eyes, she recognized her own son.
"May I fuck you now, Mother?" he asked politely.
She arched her tits up to him, and when he kneeled
between her semen-slicked thighs, Dale took both
breasts in his hands to feel them tenderly, to
stimulate their nipples into another erection. Taking
hold of his hard young shaft, she fondled it awhile,
enjoying the weight of his balls, fingering along the
cord that ran from his testicles to his asshole.
Her son, her loving, horny boy, yearning to fuck his
mother, even though there were gorgeous young girls
about, one his sister. They would always have this
farout need for each other, she thought, as she rubbed
up and down the pulsing head of his prong.
Dale shoved his cock into her vagina, sloshed it into
the sheath that was awash with his father's semen. It
felt fabulous to her, electric and incomparable, and
she wriggled sensuously upon the rod, passing her
reawakening clitoris over the veined trunk, grinding
and shaking.
He kissed her, ran his sweet tongue deeply into her
mouth, and his hands cupped the cheeks of her ass to
lift her throbbing crotch to meet his powerful thrusts.
Slosh, her cunt went; whush, her pussy bubbled, and she
clamped her vaginal muscles down upon this most
voluptuous of all pricks.
They fucked steadily, with an intense dedication that
closed out all the other moving bodies around them.
They shut away all the sounds -- the gaspings and
moanings and the unmistakable noises of a prick moving
wetly within a suctioning cunt.
Dale came a heartbeat before she did, hosing his
precious semen copiously into her receptive vagina,
pumping his creamy richness into his mother's pussy,
hot and heavy. She had the feeling of being boiled
inside, but her own heat blazed triumphantly forth and
countered his. Cresting upon a lovely, permeating
orgasm, Regina shivered and broke, arching her back and
banging her cunt into his pelvis with an absorbing fury
-- then falling back as he impaled her cunt and let the
swollen head of his prick stabbed at her womb.
She either fainted or fell into a soft and dreamless
sleep. Regina didn't know which, but when she came
warmly alert again, there was a new and zealous prick
working within her snatch.
Carey, she thought, and held him calmly within the
circle of her arms, responding only slightly to the
workings of his boyish cock. She was the earth mother
now, the all-mother, giving the comfort of her
saturated pussy to all men, sharing her heat and love.
The boy screwed with a swiftening, hurrying tempo that
blurred his shaft into her cunt, a slim piston of eager
meat that soon turned into a miniature volcano and
erupted.
Lazily, she thought that now she had done it, that she
had taken all four of these beautiful males into her
pussy, and now all that remained for her this night was
to take all of them into her mouth. And, to go on to
the three women who also awaited her love. Stella, her
friend; Judy, her friend's daughter; and, of course,
her own sweet young girl, Monica. If she could last so
long; if she or some of the others didn't tire and fall
asleep, or worse yet, lose interest.
Never, she thought, and broke her lethargy to sit up
and look around her. Never would they fall into a rut
of habit or duty or simply go through the motions of
making love. They were like a many faceted jewel, able
to catch the light and the heat from any sun. Together,
they offered each other so many variations, a
plentitude of erotic pleasures that could not pall.
Someone touched her upon the shoulder, and she looked
up at the lovely red-haired girl, Judy Baker. Judy
asked, "Ready, Mrs. Abbott -- for me, I mean?"
Regina smiled. "I'm always ready," she said.
The End
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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