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MOM SUCKS BIG ONES by John Friday
CHAPTER ONE
"Hey, Mom. . . turn over. I want to fuck you again."
"Oh, Danny! I was hoping you would. I just can't get enough of
your big cock!"
"Yeah, but first I want to suck your beautiful tits. God, how I
love those creamy
big jugs! Yuuumm!"
Angela Whitmire shivered, sprawled on her back in her son's narrow
bed. Danny bent
over her, stroking anxiously with his wet tongue, teasing her
thick dark nipples.
"Aaahhh," she sighed, loving the pulse of lewd pleasure that made
her temples
throb and her pussy simmer.
"Your luscious tits must be forty-fours at least," Danny said,
leering brightly as
his handsome young face moved from one to the other.
"Yes, and it takes a double D-cup bra to contain them" Angela said
proudly,
rasping sounds of excitement when she felt the pull of her son's
sucking lips.
Danny was a strapping six-foot teenager with black wavy hair and
piercing dark
eyes. He feasted on his mother's lush tits, an orgy of oral
delight. They were the
biggest, creamiest tits, an orgy of oral delight. They were the
biggest,
creamiest tits he'd ever felt, and the only ones he'd ever sucked.
Angela shivered and moaned, losing herself in the rapture of
incestuous sex once
again. Her young son was a tireless lover with a magnificent nine-
inch prick she
adored.
"Danny?" she asked softly as he sucked and slurped at her
bountiful tit. "Can I
please fondle your cock? I love to feel it getting hard in my
hand."
"Yeah, but go easy. I want to fuck you long and hard this tine.
Don't get my prick
too twitchy in the palm of your hand."
"I won't. I want it in my pussy a long time too. In deep, where
only you have been
able to reach."
Angela stroked his cock fondly but gently, thinking back to the
first time she
touched his prick three days ago.
The bathroom door was ajar, so Angela had walked in without
thinking to knock.
Danny was standing over the sink, jacking off-a spur of the moment
thing. He'd
gone in just to wash his hands, but while they were slick with
soap he got a big
throbbing boner as he did eight or ten times a day.
Angela was at first shocked by what she saw, then dazzled by the
size of Danny's
cock. It was a good inch longer than her husband's, and a lot
bigger around.
She said rashly: "Do you want me to do that?"
And Danny had agreed reluctantly, too stunned by discovery and
shamefaced to think
of words to refuse. Angela soaped her hands and jacked his cock
expertly, teasing
his powerful shaft with wavering finger-strokes while fondling his
huge balls with
the other hand.
She brought his cock quickly to a gushing climax, then rinsed his
cock with warm
water and sucked him off. Danny was too dazed and delighted to
think about what
they were doing. He just fucked his hot virgin prick down his
mother's throat and
came again in lusty grunts and ramming thrusts.
They were in his bed and he was fucking her cunt for the third
time two hours
later when Danny's father came home unexpectedly.
Frank Whitmire didn't realize it was his wife that Danny was
fucking . . . at
first. He beamed a proud, fatherly grin and said: "Give her hell,
boy! Fuck her
brains out!"
Then Angela gasped: "Frank!"
Then he knew. He called her foul names, packed a suitcase and
stormed out of the
house, swearing that he would file for divorce.
Frank didn't want to shame or punish a horny young man just
because his mother
turned out to be a slut, but he did have divorce papers served on
her the next
day.
Angela consoled herself by fucking with Danny all day. Why not?
She had nothing
left to lose.
Frank came by late in the afternoon to pick up the rest of his
things. She begged
and pleaded for forgiveness. Frank snarled: "Fuck off, you
incestuous slut!"
Danny cowered in his bedroom behind a closed door, too ashamed to
face his father.
And when Frank had gone, it took Angela almost an hour to tease
Danny's big cock
back to fuck strength. The longest time ever, that's how upset her
son was.
But both of them put that behind them and soon reveled in the
intimate delights of
incest.
Angela found herself loving Danny more than ever before. She
worshipped his cock
an waited on him hand and foot to save all his strength for
fucking her. Angela
didn't fully understand what had moved her to such rash
depravity, but she was
thirty-nine-in the sexual prime of female life-and more horny than
ever before.
Rather than think about why she felt such rampant
desire, Angela thought only about satisfying it. And the solace of
her son's big
cock was exactly what she needed.
Danny raised his head from the luscious big tit he'd been sucking.
"Okay, Mother,
I'm plenty hard and hot enough to fuck you now. Spread those soft,
creamy thighs
of yours."
"Yes, my darling. Oh, I can hardly wait to feel your big hot prick
in me again.
Holding and stroking it has made my pussy so wet and anxious!"
"Yeah, I can smell it. Ripe and rich fuck scent. You are one fuck-
loving bitch,
you know that?"
Danny moved into position between her spread legs.
Angela was average in height for a woman, but generously
proportioned-big rounded
tits, a ripe ass and softly padded pussy mound spread wide with a
dark tangle of
dense and silky curls.
Danny smiled down at her, working the bulbous head of his mighty
cock up and down
in her narrow cunt. His mother cooed expectantly, her liquid brown
eyes fluttering
in anticipation. It didn't matter that her craving for Danny's
cock had ruined her
marriage. She had to have his cock again.
"Fuck me!" she pleaded urgently. "Stick
your big, thick cock in all the way to the root! Nobody fucks
better than you,
Danny."
"I want to rub my cockhead on your big juicy clit first. I know
how fucking
crazy-hot that gets you."
"I'm fucking crazy-hot already! I want you in me! Do it, Danny.
Fuck your mother.
Fuck me good!"
At first he'd been as anxious as she was, but after three days of
almost nonstop
sex with her, Danny was starting to enjoy taking his time. He
liked hearing her
beg for his cock. A real thrill after young girls who had to be
coaxed and teased,
and then still wouldn't put out. Danny had been a sorely
frustrated virgin until
his mother turned on to him. Now he was making up for lost time,
fucking her lush
ripe body at least ten times a day, lying back to let her suck his
cock hard again
between rounds.
"Please, Danny! I want your cock in me Just rubbing it around on
my clit is making
my cunt go crazy inside. It's so hot and wet and wringing tight
for you."
"Yeah? Let's see?" He slanted his aching hard prick down and
pushed just the blood
engorged tip of it into her sultry cunt hole.
"More!" she moaned. "Uh, God . . . give me all nine inches! Ram it
in me to the
root?"
"You want it in? Suck on it with your cunt. Pull and squeeze real
hard and I'll
give you a
little bit more."
"Ungh, Danny. Don't torture me! Your cock is my whole life now.
It's all I have.
All I'll ever want!"
"Show me," he said, grinning lewdly, enjoying his position of
power over the woman
who had, until recently, controlled his whole life. "Make your
pussy suck harder
and beg for my prick!"
Angela grunted and strained, pumping and writhing every muscle in
her cunt to
entice him. She desperately needed to be fucked. Having been
fucked so often in
the last few days had more intensified her wanton desire than
sated it.
"Fuck me, please. I'm doing everything I can to excite your
beautiful cock. Give
me more of it to work with. Let my clinging pussy wring the whole
long shaft."
"All right," he agreed, ramming into her pussy with a thrust that
made her eyes
bulge in delighted anguish.
"Unnngh! That's it! Oh, God, it feels so good when your big cock
is in me all the
way!"
Danny grinned smugly, whirling his hips to ream the mouth of her
cunt with his
hairy cock root. He knew she loved that. The grinding pressure on
her juicy big
clit sent shivers of ecstasy up her spine.
As he drew back to thrust and fill her cunt
hole again, Angela arched her back and rose with him, clinging to
his cock with
her cunt muscles. Her eyes narrowed to thin slits as her trembling
sensations of
lewd delight increased.
He drew back until only the knobbed head of his cock remained in
the slithering
grip of her pussy. Danny let her cling to it, her back arched
high, her luscious
round ass almost a foot off the bed.
Then he ground down on her with a grunt, whirling his hips around
to screw his
cock in. Hot damp warmth embraced his veined cock, squirming cunt
muscles sleek
with simmering fuck honey. He reamed her again and whipped back.
"Yes, faster! You're so young and strong. You can fuck me hard and
fast. Do it,
Son! Fuck your mother's brains out. Fuck me and make it hurt!"
"You like it when I really hammer into you, don't you?"
"Oooh, yes! There's nothing better for my pussy than a cock
pumping swift deep
strokes."
"What a wanton bit you are," Danny remarked, half admiring and
half in dismay. The
boy wasn't quite used to the idea of fucking his mother yet. He
loved her
insatiable cunt, but he liked to think it was some other cock-
crazy luscious bitch
he was fucking.
Danny closed, his, eyes and, tried to, concentrate on another sexy
face. Images of
young girls he knew flashed on the screen in his mind. He quickly
rejected each
one. All were timid little prick-teasers. Some would allow tit
feeling and maybe a
few minutes of stinky finger, letting him explore their cunts
manually but never
coming across.
No, it would have to be someone older, but not the age of his
mother. Danny felt
funny about that too. She was twice his age. He thought a sexy
cunt that was
younger, but not too young, would be better.
Like Yvonne, the sexy platinum blonde divorcee who lived down the
street. She was
in her mid-to-late twenties, just about perfect for his increasing
confidence as a
stud. Her long silvery hair was dyed, he was almost sure, but the
sheening
metallic color excited him anyway.
Danny could see Yvonne's smiling face even with his eyes closed.
She was one of
those women who like to flaunt her luscious sex appeal. She was
always working in
her front yard in tight shorts and a skimpy halter top. He could
get a throbbing
erection and have to jack off three times just watching Yvonne mow
her lawn.
More than once he'd thought about offering to do it for her; just
to see what his
reward
might be. But Danny had never summoned the courage to approach
her. She was his
unattainable dream.
Angela had no idea that Danny's thoughts were filled with visions
of a sultry
silver-haired minx. She thought the fierce, demanding throb of his
young prick was
all for her. And she loved the way that vibrant cockshaft made her
cunt squirm.
He was fucking hard and fast now, slapping his tautly muscled
loins against her
softer flesh as though to punish her with the speed and violence
of his thrusts.
But it was punishment that she adored and desired. As a faithless
wife and an
incestuous mother, she thought she deserved it, and she just
couldn't get enough.
She arched beneath him and whirled, her hips. He slammed down and
she bounded
back, treating his cock to every combination of wringing muscle
delights that her
pussy knew.
Danny couldn't get over all her different moves. Her cunt was a
sheath of rippling
motion. No two motions deep in her sultry cunt ever seemed the
same. There was
always some new twist, a subtle change in the rhythm of her cock-
clinging delight.
He began to think he was a fool to yearn for fresh pussy when he
had one so good
begging
for his cock. But Danny didn't know? His mother was the only cunt
he'd ever fucked
with more than a fingertip. He thought maybe all grown women were
that good. Maybe
some even better. Like Yvonne. He longed to see her beautiful face
contorted by
the delight of feeling his driving cock. And he ached to know what
her pussy felt
like.
The seething pressure in his balls increased rapidly. His jism
simmered and then
boiled. There always seemed to be plenty, no matter how many times
he fucked
during the day.
His power to cum and cum again in such a short time dazzled his
mother. She knew
that young nuts worked overtime to produce the gushes of cum that
her ravenous
pussy craved, but Danny's recuperation seemed phenomenal to her.
It was nothing
unusual for him to fuck her three times in a row without even
taking his prick out
of her cunt. To pump her cunt full and then to overflowing.
She loved when his hot cum bubbled up to her pussy lips, whipped
to a white froth
by the heat and vigor of his driving cock. She loved it even more
when cum ran
down the insides of her softly tapered thighs.
"Cum!" she urged him. "Fuck your mother full! Pump hot jizz into
me. Make it
bubble up to cream my pussy lips."
Danny grunted, wishing she'd shut up now.
He was his mother's voice that shattered the illusion. Her gasps
and moans he
could take. All women sounded pretty much alike when they were
moaning.
He drilled and twisted his cock harder, pumping faster, wanting to
fuck her breath
away. And that just happened to be what Angela craved, most.
She shuddered and cringed. She bucked her ripe body, begging
silently for further
abuse.
Danny tensed, deeply rooted, his cock surging in her pussy. He was
clenching and
straining that band of muscle that could choke off the flow of cum
for a little
while. He liked the raging tingle of anticipation, wanting to hold
it but knowing
that no young man could do that for long.
"Cum!" she hissed, her voice as tense as his body.
Angela's climax had started. The first rippling convulsions were
climbing around
his cock shaft-impulses over which she no longer had control.
Instinct was in
command now.
She began to moan as the contractions of delight came faster.
Angela's brown eyes
closed. Her full, sensuous lips twisted into a warped grin of
sheer rapture. And
her pussy seethed with tremors of lust.
Danny held his breath, but he couldn't hold
his fiery cum from a cunt that begged for it so enticingly. He
exploded a roar,
and his cock gushed in her wringing cunt.
"Aaagggh!" she cried. "Good! Fuck me! Fuck me full! Fuck until
your hot cream is
running down my legs!"
He drilled in and out, thrusting deep each time his cock heaved a
searing hot
gush.
"Take it bitch! Take it all!"
"Yyyeeesss! I want it all. Fuck it to me! Fuck me full!"
"Hungh! You love it, cunt! You can't get enough, can you?"
"No! I want more and more! Fuck me, Danny. Oooh, fuck your mother
full!"
"You're already full. Your pussy is a swamp of simmering cream.
It's backing up
around my cock already."
"Yes, good! It makes it so slick and smooth. You can fuck even
harder now. Oooh,
rain it in! Stick it deep and shoot your cum in the depths of my
hole!"
Danny groaned. Her cunt was wringing his prick even though she'd
sucked him dry.
"Aaagggh," Danny sighed, slumping down on her. His hands milked
her tits while his
cock twitched in the throes of delighted satisfaction.
Angela stirred, warming with each vibration she felt from him.
When that stilled
to nothing
and she felt his magnificent prick going soft, she purred warmly:
"Slip it out of
me and lie on your back. Just relax and catch your breath. Then
mother will suck
you hard so we can do it again."
Danny pitched over on his back willingly enough. His rubbery cock
slid out of her
pussy and drooped like a bent lance between his hard muscled legs.
She stroked his cock fondly with a curled hand, fingers gliding
smooth and warm on
a film of slick cum. At the same time, she bowed her head and
kissed his nipple,
swiping it in a spiral with her tongue.
He began to moan, receiving pleasure that was more than enough.
Too much. Danny
just wanted to rest, to be by himself for awhile. He'd loved his
mother's
demanding lust at first, but now it was getting to be a pain. He
decided to shake
her up a little. If she wanted so damn much from him, she would
have to give him
something special in return.
Danny folded his hands beneath his head and stretched out,
smiling, while she
nibbled her way down to his dense spread of cockhair.
She nibbled around the fringe of it, sending slight tingles of
fresh excitement
into his loins.
"I've been thinking," he said slowly, letting her nibble right up
to the base of
his cock before he went on. "I'm really enjoying sex
with you."
"I'm glad, dear. I've never had better!" She turned her head and
dragged her
tongue up the underside of his sagging cock, supporting it with
her hand while she
licked off the film of cum that glazed his long cockshaft.
"Yeah, but you see, I don't know what's better. Yours is the only
cunt I've ever
fucked."
"And the only one you need to fuck. Later, when I've taught you
everything, you'll
meet some nice young girl and thrill her out of her mind."
Angela raised her head and opened her lips, pressing down to suck
in the bulbous
head of his half-erect cock.
Danny groaned, feeling the pulse of excitement stir again.
"I want to know even more than you do," he said. "I want to try
another sexy grown
woman."
"Another woman?" Angela's head bobbed up, and she spit the words
out like poison.
"Yeah, I've been thinking about Yvonne. In fact I was thinking
about her all the
time I was fucking you."
"Bastard!" she snarled, squeezing his cock in a hand that wanted
to be a fist.
"That spindly bleached blonde divorcee?"
"She's got two sharp jutting tits like a pair
of bumper bullets and a shapely ass that looks like it was
borrowed off a statue
of Venus."
"All right," his mother conceded grudgingly, not wanting to hear
any more. "She's
tall and sultry in a cheap Sort of way. But I'm twice the woman
she is, I know
that!"
"Maybe you know. I sure don't, but I want to find out. You know
her, don't you?"
"Just to say hello to."
"Get to know her better," he instructed with steely calm. "I want
to fuck her."
"No," Angela insisted. "You're mine. You're all I've got now. I
don't want to
share your cock with anyone."
She squeezed his prick possessively.
"If you're better than she is, what do you have to worry about?"
Angela sobbed pitifully. She'd already lost her husband, and now
she became
worried that she was losing her son. But she realized quickly that
she had no real
choice other than to satisfy his lewd cravings. Danny's cock was
swelling
massively hard in her hand. She just had to have him, even if not
all to herself.
"It will take some time for me to get to know her," she said in a
strained and
desperate-sounding voice.
"You've got time," Danny said, delighting in his newfound power.
"Until noon
tomorrow."
CHAPTER TWO
Angela made coffee the next morning while Danny was sleeping,
enjoying a
much-needed rest. He had fucked her three times after making the
demand that she
deliver Yvonne to him, and each fuck had made her more determined
to oblige his
obscene desires.
Her palms were cold with the sweat of apprehension while setting
up the
coffeemaker, and she felt a little better when she had downed two
cups laced with
bourbon. She had no idea how to approach Yvonne. The woman was so
stunningly
beautiful yet so standoffish, as if she had the world by the tail
and she knew it.
She poured a third cup of coffee at exactly eight. Four hours
remained. She
splashed a double shot of bourbon into the mug and sipped on it,
trying to think.
I can't walk up to an ultra-sexy platinum blonde divorcee and say:
Oh, hi there.., how would you like to fuck my son?
Worse, Angela knew that Yvonne worked nights as a cocktail
waitress. She was used
to sleeping late, not getting up much before noon . . . if then.
Angela's breath rasped until her chest burned. Her fingers
trembled. If only I'd
remained
faithful to my husband, she was thinking, none of this would have
happened.
But in twenty years, their marriage had grown stale. Frank's
interest in her
declined as her sexual desires increased. The more she wanted from
him, the less
he seemed willing to give. When she saw her son's stiff cock
practically begging
for female attention, it was a temptation that no horny woman in
the prime of her
sex life could possibly resist.
Angela swigged down the last of her whiskey-laced coffee and stood
up.
Lightheaded, but fiercely determined, she strode out the front
door, mindless of
the fact that she was wearing nothing but a filmy black negligee
that did more to
accent than conceal her voluptuous curves.
The old man who lived directly across the street had just gone out
to get the
morning paper. He almost swallowed his dentures when he saw her.
Angela didn't even notice him, or the younger man who spent five
minutes stupidly
watering a fire plug with his garden hose after she walked by.
Angela knocked on Yvonne's door and waited restlessly, her ninety-
proof courage
fading fast.
"Who is it?" an irritated female voice called from the inside.
"It's Angela," she said. "Your neighbor from up the street."
"Oooh, Angela." The voice was still sleepy, but not quite so
hostile.
The latch chain rattled and the door eased open.
"I'm sorry to bother you this early, but I just have to talk to
someone.''
Yvonne smiled. "I understand. I heard that Frank took off a few
days ago, so you
came to talk to the neighborhood authority on divorce, right?"
"Well, not exactly . . ." Angela shivered, suddenly realizing what
she was wearing
and that half the neighborhood was staring at her standing on
Yvonne's front
steps. "Could I come in, please?"
"Certainly." Yvonne stepped back, smiling, resplendent in a sheer
robe of silvery
fabric exactly the same color as her long hair. The flowing robe
was collared and
trimmed with silky blue fox fur; a deep plunging V that reached
almost to her
navel.
Yvonne regarded her neighbor with a catlike glance. Typical female
jealousy.
Angela's figure was lush-outstandingly so-a tempting piece of
fuck-flesh if there
ever was one.
Still with a catty gleam in her cool green eyes, Yvonne asked:
"What happened, did
Frank catch you fucking the milkman? Is that
why he took off?"
"Not the milkman, no. . . Angela couldn't bring herself to speak
the whole truth.
"But I was unfaithful to him, and he has filed for divorce."
"You fucked just one other guy?" Yvonne asked, restraining an
impulse to laugh.
"Yes, someone very special to me." "Oooh, I see. Your secret
admirer. With me, it
was the defensive line of that pro football team that won the
playoff game here
last year. My husband just couldn't stand the fact that I'd taken
in more than
sixty inches of strange cock in less-than sixty minutes."
Angela laughed. Then she shuddered. "What I did was probably
worse."
"What could be worse than a man finding his wife in bed with six
big studs all
bound for the Super Bowl?" Yvonne asked calmly, stroking the
silvery deep fur that
covered her jutting tits.
"Frank caught me fucking our son, Angela confessed tearfully.
"Oh, wow! That is really heavy duty!" Yvonne's cool glimmer of
sexual superiority
flickered out like a candle in a windstorm.
"And that's not the worst," Angela sobbed. "Now my son wants to
fuck you."
The words had come blurting out, nothing like the speech Angela
had rehearsed.
Yvonne seemed more than shocked by the suggestion. She grinned.
"That devil! I've
seen him watching me when I work in the yard. He stands at the
window and
practically drools. I've been expecting him to make some kind of
approach, but I
sure didn't think he'd send his mother as a messenger."
"Are . .. are you saying that you'll do it?" Angela was anxious,
as if her life
depended on Yvonne's decision.
"Sure," the shapely divorce said with a lewd grin. "He's a good-
looking young guy.
And we both know how long a teenager's cock stays hard. Danny can
fuck me anytime
he wants."
"Oooh, good!" Angela said with a tit heaving sigh of relief. "He
wants you by noon
today."
"I'll be there," Yvonne said. "But first there's something I want
you to do for
me."
"Anything!" Angela agreed without question. Then she noticed the
odd way that
Yvonne's sensuous lips curled and the seductive gleam in her jade-
green eyes.
Nervously she asked: "What?"
"Come back to the bedroom and we'll talk about it."
"The b-b-bedroom?"
"Yes, dear, the bedroom." Yvonne's lewd grin curved wider. "I like
having sex with
another woman almost as much as with a man.
And those luscious big tits of yours really, turns me on!"
"Oh, now wait a minute-"
"You've never enjoyed sex with another woman?"
"No, never. And I don't think it's right."
Yvonne's limpid green eyes narrowed. "That's a strange moral
judgement to make
from a mother who fucks and pimps for her teenaged son."
"Yes, I suppose. But I just don't think I can do it."
"You don't have to do anything," Yvonne said, pulling gently on
Angela's trembling
hand. "I enjoy taking the dominant role. Now come along. Just
looking at your
glorious tits and ass makes me hot!"
"No, I can't."
"Then go home and tell Danny I don't have time for him. His isn't
the only hot
young prick in the world, you know. I won't have any trouble
finding another."
Angela felt trapped, frightened of a lesbian relationship, but
even more
frightened of disappointing her son.
"All right," she consented weakly, following along.
Yvonne's bedroom was a showplace of sensuous femininity: Sheer
curtains softly
filtered the morning light that fell on a round bed with
pale blue satin sheets and a downy soft satin comforter the same
color.
"Let me help you off with that negligee," Yvonne said in a low and
sultry voice.
"I don't want anything between me and those beautiful big tits."
Angela shivered as the filmy black robe slipped down to the floor.
"Now lie down on the bed," Yvonne said. "On your back just as you
would for a
man."
Angela lay down, her body remained tense, her legs clamped
together like the jaws
of a vise.
Yvonne left on her beautiful fur-trimmed gown and stretched out
languidly beside
her. "Relax, Angela. I'm going to thrill you, not hurt you."
Yvonne leaned over, her smiling face framed by sexy waves of
silver hair. She bent
down and kissed Angela's quivering lips, making the woman seethe
with pangs of
mixed emotions.
Her kiss was tender, but demanding. Yvonne's soft womanly scent
was enticingly
different from that of a lusty male. Angela breathed deep, closed
her eyes and
tried not to think.
The soft fur trim of Yvonne's gown pressed lightly against
Angela's tingling
nipples. Angela gasped and Yvonne eased her tongue between lips
taut with nervous
apprehension.
The wet mingling of their tongues made Angela even more tense.
Cold shivers ran
down her spine and raised goose bumps all over her body.
Yvonne's lips were sealed on hers and she sucked, drawing Angela's
tongue into her
mouth.
Angela groaned; enjoying the passionate suction of warmth, but
hating the idea of
surrendering herself to the lusty demands of another lewd female.
Hands with long and delicate fingers curled around Angela's tits.
Thumbs whirled
around her nipples and they began to pulse with excitement despite
Angela's
reluctance.
The silver-haired beauty sucked on Angela's tongue and stroked it
with her own, a
sensuous wet touch that Angela found strangely thrilling. Her
heart beat faster.
Her breaths came in short gasps.
Smiling and trailing soft waves of silver hair, Yvonne moved down
and kissed one,
of Angela's thick dark nipples. It swelled like ripening fruit.
She fondled the
other large breast through a pad of tingling soft fur.
Angela's lush body writhed, her reluctance fading as a passionate
yearning for
pleasure increased.
"Oooh, Yvonne," she said with a long sigh. "You suck tit in ways
that are so
exciting!"
"That's because I know exactly what pleases me. When I eat your
cunt and nibble
your juicy clit, you'll like it even better."
Yvonne opened her mouth and slowly sucked in all the tit her mouth
would hold.
Angela moaned, pulling her shoulders back. Yvonne's tongue circled
her nipple. A
red lacquered fingernail teased the rigid tip of her other tit.
Angela felt her pussy begin to churn. Man or woman, it didn't
matter. Her lush
tits and large nipples were sensitive sex triggers. Warm honey
began to simmer in
her cunt.
Yvonne caught the scent and became even more lewdly passionate.
She sucked and
bobbed her head. She squeezed and fondled Angela's tits with an
anxious hand.
Heat shocks of pleasure sank' into Angela's simmering cunt slit.
Her hips began to
rock. Her pussy writhed, yearning for attention.
Yvonne slipped off her elegant robe and let it slide off the bed.
She held a
creamy tit mound in each hand, then nibbled down Angela's belly.
Angela gasped. Fiery shocks came nearer and nearer to her cunt,
increasing in
their intensity.
Yvonne's tongue stroked anxiously. Her soft lips pulled on flesh
now warm with
anxious desire.
Angela's legs spread instinctively, as though her cunt needed room
to breathe. Her
damp cunt musk was really flowing; The lips of her pussy sheened
and quivered.
Yvonne nibbled into Angela's tangle of cunt hair and down to the
mouth of Angela's
anxious pussy. She swung into, a crouch between Angela's legs,
still milking and
kneading her lush tits.
"You have a wonderful body," Yvonne said. "So soft and lush and so
warm when you
get anxious."
"I-I don't know how a woman can make me so excited."
"That's simple. Those tender nerve-ends can't tell one sex from
the other. A
female tongue makes them tingle just as a man's would. Sometimes
even better,
because a woman knows which ones want attention."
"Hhhmmm, yes!" Angela arched her back, spreading her legs even
more.
Yvonne's silver hair splayed across Angela's belly, soft and
sheening. Her tongue
dipped into Angela's wet cunt and lifted up to stroke her nubby
clit.
Angela gasped. Sparking pleasure shot through every nerve like an
electrical
charge. High voltage, a stinging delight that made her ripe body
shudder from head
to toe.
"I knew you'd like it. An oil well gushing
like your cunt is now would be worth millions."
"Yes, oooh... your tongue makes me so hot and wet."
"And I'm just getting started." Yvonne bowed down again, fucking
with her tongue
now as her fingers kneaded Angela's tits. Her sucking lips made
obscene slurping
sounds, but Angela's shrill cries of delight were so loud they
drowned out the wet
noise.
"Hhhmmm," Yvonne purred. "I can taste cum. Your sexy cunt must be
full of it."
"Yes, Danny's got a lot. He cums and cums and keeps cumming no
matter how often we
fuck."
"Just the kind of man I like. And young jism has such a thick,
creamy taste. I can
hardly wait to suck him off and sample some straight from the
source."
"Oh, he'll love that!" Angela gasped.
"Most men do," Yvonne answered. "Especially the young ones. Girls
their own age
are often too timid to do it."
"I know, he almost went crazy the first time I took his beautiful
big cock in my
mouth."
"Danny's lucky to have two older women. He'll learn things with us
that no
innocent girl can teach."
"I'm learning from you too," Angela said with a sigh of breathless
excitement. "I
never
thought I'd enjoy this!"
"You just wait," Yvonne said, licking and smacking her lips, "I'm
going to
clit-fuck you now and you'll like that even more."
"Wh-what?"
Yvonne reared up, tossing her head to straighten her long silver
hair. "Look what
I've got for you."
Yvonne's hand slipped between her shapely legs, the first finger
hooked to bring
her clit out- a slender wand of flesh an inch long and rigid with
desire.
"Oooh," Angela gasped anxiously. Her clit was shorter, a mach
thicker nub with an
indented head. Yvonne's clit looked more like a miniature prick,
it was hot and
throbbing like one too.
The silver-haired blonde bridged over Angela on hands and knees.
Angela humped her back expectantly. She sighed as their bodies
came together in a
frenzy of writhing delight.
Yvonne worked her hips this way and that, until she had her stiff
little clit
centered exactly on Angela's clit.
"Aaagggh!" Angela gasped, her body wracked by shocks of obscene
delight.
Yvonne grinned and pressed down, starting to make sinuous fuck
motions. Her lithe
body moved in undulating waves. Angela's body
bucked violently, stung by the heat and sparking pleasure being
shot into her
cunt. She reached up, hands quivering with anxious desire. She
cupped and squeezed
Yvonne's thrusting, sharply coned tits, whirling her thumbs around
nipples that
were hard as dagger points.
"Hhhmmmm, now you're getting the idea," Yvonne said, fucking her
hips up and down
with even more depraved desire. She held Angela's tits and milked
them while their
two wet pussies fused in grinding passion.
Though lean and finely curved, Yvonne's lithe body wasn't hard
like a man's. But
it was more demanding then some males. She whipped and pumped with
a frenzy,
shocking Angela's bulging clit with each thrust.
She twisted her hips down and brought a scream to Angela's lips.
Her head tossed
in a tangle of dark hair, brown eyes wide with astonishment, mouth
agape and lips
fluttering, trying to say how good it all felt.
Angela couldn't say anything, so she let her lush body speak for
her. She met each
thrust with an arch or twist of her hips. She squeezed Yvonne's
tits in an
emotional frenzy, and then they both screamed.
Their mutual orgasm had begun.
Angela felt a tingling tension, then rumbling spasms deep in her
pussy. The strain
and ripping
motion increased wildly.
"I'm cumming!" Angela cried.
"Oooh, me too!" Yvonne's sleek cunt surged and seeped honey all
over Angela's
hairy pussy.
"I-I just wish I had a big cock in me!"
"Ungh, yes!" Yvonne agreed. "That's the one thing two Women who
share pleasure
always lack. Nothing gets my pussy primed more for a good fucking
than having a
grinding climax with an empty hole. I'm glad Danny is so anxious
for me!"
"Good for you," Angela said, her voice strained by the fury of her
cuntal
contractions. "But I'm going to go crazy just waiting for him to
finish with you."
Yvonne couldn't answer. Her climax was nearing its peak. Mind and
body both
focused intently on the wracking shocks of pleasure. Then she
sighed and settled
back, her passions drained for the moment, but not fully
satisfied. Her lithe body
remained restless, squirming anxiously until she'd caught her
breath.
"You don't have to wait," Yvonne said. "You can join us. We'll
make it a
threesome. I love to suck cunt while I'm fucking a great cock. And
I love having a
woman eat my pussy while it's dripping with fresh cum."
"Ooooh," Angela gasped, her lush body
still quaking with the fading shocks of pleasure. "I don't think I
could do that.
And I don't think Danny would want me around when he's fucking
you."
"Only because he doesn't know how much fun it would be." Yvonne
smirked lewdly,
looking forward to new thrills already. "We'll teach him."
Angela shrugged. "Why not?"
"Now let's you and I try a little sixty-nine," Yvonne suggested
anxiously. "If
we're going to be sucking each other later with Danny, you should
get used to the
idea now."
"Oh, Yvonne ... so much is happening, and so fast."
"That's how life should be. Never a dull moment." Yvonne swiveled
around to
straddle Angela's face.
Angela looked up and saw the sleek beauty's protruding clit. It
wasn't fully hard.
Orgasm had wilted it briefly just like a man's cock. It was the
most strangely
exciting thing Angela had seen in same time. Her lips trembled,
anxious to suck
that eerie little wand.
Yvonne was just as anxious to get her lips around Angela's thick
clit. She bowed
her head down and parted the soft lips of the woman's darkly
furred pussy with her
fingertips.
CHAPTER THREE
Danny awoke to smell fresh coffee perking and bacon frying. He
smiled and glanced
at the clock on his bedside table. It was ten, just two hours
before the deadline
he'd given his sexy mother.
He yawned and stretched, his big cock twitching again now that it
was well rested.
The boy wondered if she could pull it off somehow arrange for him
to fuck that
tantalizing platinum blonde.
And he wondered what he'd do if she failed him. Now used to
frequent and frenzied
fucking with his luscious mother, he couldn't just cut her off if
she let him
down. That would punish him as much or more than it would her.
It was something he'd have to think about, and that's what he was
doing when
Angela walked in, smiling, carrying his breakfast tray.
"Good morning, dear," she said sweetly. "I've fixed you a
wonderful breakfast.
Crisp bacon, eggs sunny side up, hash browns an plenty of buttered
toast."
Angela had been catering to Danny ever since they began their
incestuous affair.
It pleased him, not because eating breakfast in bed was any big
deal, but because
it was a sign of the new power he had over his adoring
mother.
Danny sipped some fresh coffee. "I hope you haven't forgotten what
else you're
supposed to serve me in bed today."
"I remember," Angela said with an anxious little grin. She'd
decided not to tell
Danny yet that Yvonne was already waiting for him in the master
bedroom. Angela
was certain that he'd skip breakfast if he knew, and now with two
women to please,
she thought it was doubly important that he keep his strength up.
Danny nibbled on some bacon. "You've got less than two hours to
get it arranged."
"Yes, I know, dear." It was hard not to grin lewdly and give away
her surprise.
"I dreamed about fucking that sexy silver mink all night," he
said. "I just hope
she's half as horny in real life."
Angela said nothing, but she did feel pangs of jealousy. It wasn't
quite so bad
now that she knew Yvonne better, and that she would share in her
son's pleasure
with their sexy neighbor, but her possessive feelings still ran
strong.
"Would you like to fuck me when you finish your breakfast?"
"Hmmmm, no," he replied. "I want my cock well rested when I fuck
her the first
time."
Angela couldn't keep her disappointment from showing.
"Don't look so gloomy," he told her; "I'll have plenty left for
you and getting
her for me will make me anxious to show my appreciation."
"I hope it does, dear."
Danny was just finishing his breakfast. "You better get dressed
and go see her."
"Come to my bedroom first," she said.
Danny shook his head. "No, I told you... this morning I'm saving
my cock for
Yvonne."
"I know, but there's something in the bedroom I want to show you."
"All right, but it better be damn good." He put the tray aside and
climbed out of
bed naked, his cock hanging limp because Danny had started to
think his mother
would disappoint him.
She led the way down the ball, her filmy black negligee swirling.
They had always
used Danny's room for sex. For some strange V reason Angela
thought it wrong to
fuck anyone else in the king-sized bed she'd shared with her
husband. But now,
that Frank was gone and determined to divorce her, that didn't
matter . . . and
the three of them wouldn't all fit in Danny's single bed.
He followed her into the bedroom. "What's in here that I need to
see-"
Then his mouth gaped and his hands dropped instinctively to cover
his wagging
cock.
"Hi, Danny." Yvonne was sitting up in the middle of the bed, her
long silver hair
draped over one shoulder, her hand stroking that and the silky fur
collar of her
robe.
"Yvonne!" he gasped, as shocked as he was pleased to see her.
"Angela says that you've been wanting to get to know me better."
"Y-y-yeah, I have." Now that the moment had arrived, Danny wasn't
sure he could
handle it.
"Then come here," she said sweetly. "Let's get started."
"Aaahhhh-" Danny stood up as though his feet had taken root. His
heart was
pounding, but his cock wouldn't respond. His prick dangled like a
wet and
wrung-out piece of cloth and that embarrassed him greatly.
"Don't be bashful," Yvonne said coyly. "I'm as anxious as you
are."
He managed a few steps forward, but his usually anxious cock still
drooped
pathetically. "I-I don't know what's the matter."
"Nothing is the matter," she assured him. "You're just surprised,
and maybe a
little over anxious. If you worry or think too much about getting
your cock hard,
it won't cooperate. Just lie down, relax, and let me take care of
it.
for you."
Danny grinned sheepishly, glad that such an incredibly sexy woman
could be so
understanding. He stretched out on her right side, his heart
beating fast.
"Relax," she cooed, bending over to plant a kiss on his lips.
He moaned. Her lips were taut but still pliant, the scent of her
hair not at all
like his mother's.
Angela stood by the foot of the bed watching them, and Danny
decided that she was
part of his problem. "Mom, why don't you take a hike?"
"I've asked her to join us," Yvonne said. "Your mother and I have
already shared
some pleasures this morning, and we're both anxious to experience
more."
"Hey, I'm sorry, but I just can't handle that."
"Of course you can." Yvonne moved over and urged him to follow.
When Danny was in the middle of the bed, his mother stretched out
on his other
side. He should have felt like a king in bed between two gorgeous
women, but his
miserable prick still failed him.
Yvonne smiled. "Move your hands, Danny. I want to see what you've
got."
"Er, no . . . not yet."
"Don't be so shy. I know it must be a big one because you need
both hands to keep
it covered. Let me see. I love to suck a big cock before it gets
hard."
"You-you do?"
"Uuuummmm, yes. I like to feel a cock start to quiver and throb in
my mouth."
"Ooooh," he said tensely, slowly drawing his hands away.
"It's even bigger than I imagined!" Yvonne exclaimed excitedly,
rising up and
bending over him. "What a throat full that's going to be!"
The silky fur trim of her robe brushed his thigh and taut belly.
Her hands coiled
warmly around his long cockshaft, lifting it toward her waiting
lips.
Then Yvonne paused, letting her warm breath flood around his
cockhead. "Angela,
while I'm working on the shaft of his cock, why don't you suck and
tongue-tease
Danny's balls? We'll double his pleasure."
Danny gasped anxiously.
Angela had fondled his nuts often enough, but she'd never taken
them into her
mouth. Without admitting that the idea was new to her, Angela bent
down happily
and rested her soft cheek on Danny's brawny thigh.
Her tongue snaked out and teased his hairy ball sac, working under
and around one
big nut
then the other. Danny gasped and felt the first surge of lusty
blood he'd been so
eager for.
Yvonne wrapped a long strand of silky platinum blonde hair around
his cock several
times and coiled her hand over that. She began to stroke his long
semi-flaccid
cockshaft slowly while her lips snugged over the bulging head of
his prick and her
tongue teased up and down on his turn slit.
"How's that feel?" she asked as if his anxious grunts and moans
weren't answer
enough.
"Great!" he said in a rasping voice. "Terrific!"
Angela burrowed her head closer to his groin. She opened her mouth
and shaped her
tongue like the bowl of a spoon to take the nearest of his balls
into her mouth.
She sucked his balls with extreme tenderness, knowing how
sensitive to both
pleasure and pain a man's balls are.
Danny almost went out of his head when her lips snugged around one
of his
cum-makers. She stroked it with her tongue and it sent tingles up
his spine that
made the hair stand up on the back of his neck.
Yvonne felt his cock begin to throb and that delighted her. She
stroked him again
with the silver hair and warm hand wrapped around his thick
cockshaft. As his
stiffening cock lengthened, her sensuous lips slid down.
Danny felt waves of relief as his cock surged. He reached out and
felt one of his
mother's big creamy tits and one of Yvonne's tits at the same
time. They both
sighed and pressed their tits more firmly into the palms of his
hands.
Angela used her tongue to bring his other nut into her mouth. She
sucked in her
cheeks to embrace his big ball in slithering dampness, then she
worked her tongue
up and down between them.
Yvonne pulled the slinky coil of hair off his throbbing cock. His
prick was plenty
hot and hard enough for plain sucking, and that's what she liked
best.
Her head bobbed up and down, driving, until her lips touched the
dark mat of
cockhair around the root of his shaft. She and Angela could almost
make their lips
touch, one sucking cock with wolfish glee while the other lavished
tender
affection on his bails.
Danny's reaction to the delightful sensations that flowed from two
sets of soft
lips was enough to overcome Angela's lingering jealousy. With two
women to provide
him simultaneous pleasure, he was soon more rampantly horny than
ever before.
His cock throbbed, its veins bulging, the bulbous head slanted
toward his chin by
raging stiffness.
Yvonne nibbled her lips down, filling her
throat again with the magnificent thickness of his cock. Drawing
back, she dragged
her teeth very lightly on the tender underside of his cock,
stimulating his cum
pipe until he moaned, afraid his balls would let go and end the
pleasure before
he'd had near enough.
"I'm going to cum!" he warned.
Yvonne nodded her head fervently, swirling her platinum blonde
hair. And Angela
increased her teasing tongue-strokes around his balls to encourage
him.
He strained, arching his back high, almost dragging his balls from
his mother's
clinging lips. Danny fought the impulse to let his boiling jism
go, but the
straining effort was as useless as pissing on a forest fire.
Angela felt it first, an electric tension in his balls. They
vibrated tensely.
Then suddenly they swelled and seemed to relax.
Yvonne felt it then-cum swelling in the tube beneath his cock. She
had an instant
to brace herself, but it wasn't enough.
Danny's cock spewed cum with force enough to splatter the ceiling
if she hadn't
taken the eruption down her throat.
Yvonne groaned, her head rocking back. It had been a long time
since she'd
pleasured herself with the cock of a potent teen.
She had forgotten the vigor, the jetting force and searing hot
temperature of such
an eruption.
But she loved it. Her lips and cheeks hugging his pulsing
cockshaft. Her throat
heaved, gulping down spurt after spurt of jizz.
Angela kept licking and swirling his balls with her frantic
tongue. Jealousy
between the two women was briefly forgotten. Making his orgasm the
best possible
was all that mattered to either of them.
Danny couldn't have been enjoying himself more. It was sheer
ecstasy for the young
teen to have a platinum blonde beauty gulping down his jetting cum
while his own
mother mouth-teased his balls.
When she'd completely drained him, Yvonne licked her lips. ''Now I
think this
young man is ready to fuck!"
Danny's cock hadn't weakened even a little.
Yvonne rolled over on her back and spread her long legs wide,
baring a slender
cunt slit collared with silvery pussy hair just a shade darker
than that on her
head.
Danny concluded that she was either a natural platinum blonde, or
she went to the
trouble to dye her cunt hair to match. He didn't care which-either
way she was
seductive and sexy as hell. Just seeing her lewd grin was enough
to tell him that.
Cum she hadn't managed to swallow or lick off glossed her lips
with a sheen that
any cosmetic company would love to patent.
"Fuck me, we're both ready, and I'm overdue."
Angela reluctantly released her son's bails so that he could swing
into position
between Yvonne's legs. Her gut clenched into a knot as her soft
hands balled into
fists. She wanted her hot loving son, but he only had eyes for
Yvonne at that
moment and Angela had the grudging good sense not to intrude.
Danny crouched between Yvonne's spread legs, slanting his cockhead
toward the
silver haired mouth of her slender pussy. "I've dreamed about
fucking you for so
long."
"The time for dreaming has passed," she answered sweetly. "Now
it's time to do.
You're fast becoming a man, and I want to be one who helps you
along the way."
Danny moaned. "Ooooh, Jesus!"
He saw Yvonne's clit rising out of her cunt sheath. Like a little
prick. His mouth
gaped again.
Yvonne smiled. "That's my pleasure maker. When it's hammered
between your pelvic
bone and mine, I'll have an orgasm like nothing you've ever seen
before."
"Jee-zus," Danny sighed. "I'm afraid I'll hurt you.''
Danny watched her eyes bulge, grinning lewdly, thinking now that
be was more than
man enough.
Yvonne had taunted him just to receive that kind of response. Once
her pussy got
as hot as it was now, she liked nothing better than a hard and
fast fuck.
"Next time stick it in so I can feel it," Yvonne teased.
Danny fumed and snarled: "You bitch!"
Angela whispered: "Danny, put her legs up. Hook one over each
shoulder, then you
can really drive it into her."
"Thanks, Mom!"
Yvonne grinned, enjoying her supposed torture. She liked nothing
better than to be
bent almost double and have a fierce hot prick rammed in her pussy
to maximum
penetration.
But she grunted and moaned sighs of anguish, knowing that would
get Danny to fuck
her as hard as he could.
"Nnnooo, Danny... don't! Your cock will go in too far this way!"
He wasn't fooled by her words of pleading. He could see the fiery
light in her
eyes. "And that's what you want, isn't it? You want me to fuck you
as hard and
deep as I can!"
"Oh, no! God, no! Not doubled up like this. Not with a cock as big
and hot as
yours!"
"Bitch!" he snarled. "Your mouth tell lies, but your pussy and the
gleam in your
eyes speak only the truth."
He jackhammered his cock into her, drilling and twisting and
slamming her upraised
ass with all the strength his young male body possessed.
"Hungh! Agggh! Uuungh!" she groaned, more delighted by each
fearsome stab of his
cockshaft.
Angela watched enviously, never having encouraged such thrilling
violence from
him. She wished now that she had. Her pussy seethed in a jealous
frenzy as she
watched her son's cock plunge deep into Yvonne's slender cunt.
"Having your mother watch us doesn't seem to bother you now,"
Yvonne remarked with
deep grunts of pleasure coming between words.
"When my prick is hard and in a beautiful woman like you, nothing
bothers me."
"Good, because you can see how excited it makes her."
"Yeah!" Angela had moved around to the side of the bed and dropped
to her knees to
get a better look at her son's pock fucking Yvonne's cunt hole.
"Why don't you get up on the bed with us?" Yvonne asked. "Straddle
my face and I
won't let your pussy get lonely."
"Hhhmmm," Angela cried. That would be better than fingerfucking
her own pussy as
she was now. She climbed onto the bed and crouched over Yvonne's
head, facing her
young son.
The platinum blonde's tongue wiggled into Angela's cunt. Danny
heard his mother's
excited cry and watched her swivel her hips, pushing her pussy
down harder on
Yvonne's sucking lips.
"Mummmph," Yvonne groaned in muffled tones. Her nose was in
Angela's ass crack,
the tip of it almost touching her puckered rim. She twisted and
rocked her head so
that she could suck cunt and stimulate the woman's shithole at the
same time.
Angela almost went crazy. Her ass was so tender, so private, and
so sensitive to
the blonde's lewd stimulation. She squirmed joyously and shrilled
squeals of
delight.
Yvonne's cunt took one reaming thrust after another. When Danny
drove in, it made
her breath gush into Angela's cunt.
His mother's cries were those he heard most clearly. It was weird,
fucking one
woman and hearing another respond with sounds of lewd pleasure.
"Fuck her harder, Danny! I love the way it makes her shoot hot
breath into my
cunt!"
"Maybe squeezing your big tits will inspire
me," he said, reaching up.
"Hhhmmm, yes! I like that! And I'll keep Yvonne's tits warm for
you." Angela
reached down to fondle the sharp-tipped breasts of the luscious
blonde who was so
anxiously sucking her cunt.
Thus intertwined, Danny pumped and fucked faster, loving the
sinewy tension in
Yvonne s cunt. Her moves, the way she applied friction were so
different and new
to him. His mother's cunt was more soft and buttery. Yvonne's
pussy was sleek and
strong. He liked knowing that he had both at his beck and
call."
"You must really like fucking her," Angela gasped, not so jealous
now that she
was receiving her share of sexual gratification.
"Yeah, she's a hot number, Really tight and slithering smooth
inside."
"But you'll still want to fuck me, won't you?"
"You bet! You get yours as soon as she cums."
"Ooooh!" Angela whirled her thumbs on
Yvonne's nipples and felt the platinum blonde's lithe body began
to buck.
Danny felt Yvonne's exquisitely sleek cunt begin to churn and
squeeze on his
driving cockshaft. The heat and, strength of her spasms increased.
Yvonne gasped cunt-muffled cries of delight. Her climax was
building. Her tongue
flailed Angela's clit as the tension increased.
Young Danny had fucked himself almost out of breath, and his balls
were steaming
up another load. He was glad now that Yvonne had sucked him off
before taking his
cock into her hungry cunt. He couldn't have taken so much wringing
pleasure if his
balls hadn't been relieved just a short time before.
He groaned, his body stiffening.
Yvonne's shapely body arched high, so rigid with expectation that
her muscles
quivered.
And then his cock fired, spurting jism deep into her.
Angela screamed, having been tongued to climax. No doubts about
the pleasure of
sex with another woman remained. It started her thinking that it
might be fun with
a younger girl-especially a virgin. She wanted to eat a cherry
cunt into a frenzy
of need and then give the girl to Danny to fuck. How better could
she show her
love and lust for him.
CHAPTER FOUR
Yvonne didn't leave until late that afternoon, and only then
because she had to
get ready for work. She was a cocktail waitress in the town's best
hotel-not a job
she really liked, but one where she thought she might find a man
rich enough to
give her a better life.
Danny had taken turns with them, fucking one, then the other, with
only a brief
stop for lunch. He ate four ham sandwiches and downed nearly half
a gallon of
milk, surprised how hungry sex made him.
He decided to take a nap while his mother fixed dinner-pot roast
with lots of
potatoes and gravy, one of his favorites.
She was peeling carrots when the phone rang.
It was her sister sounding desperate.
"Angela," she said. "I need a favor. The head of my husband's
company came into
town unexpectedly, and we want to take the big boss out to
dinner."
"I hope you don't need a loan. Frank cleaned out our checking and
savings accounts
when he left. We've been living on what I had saved in the cookie
jar."
Melinda was a beautiful young girl, a strawberry blonde with
gorgeous long
red-golden hair. And she was a bold, inquisitive teen, more
reckless than wise.
That was probably the reason her sister didn't want to leave her
alone.
"We'll be very late," her sister warned. "We have tickets for a
new musical, and
I'm sure we'll want to go out for drinks after that."
"It doesn't matter," Angela replied. "Melinda can eat dinner with
us and stay
overnight."
"Oh, you're a lifesaver. What would I do without you?"
Angela grinned, wondering more what her sister would do if she had
any idea what
was in store for Melinda. Certainly a more reckless and thrilling
adventure than
anything the girl might have gotten into all on her own.
"It's no trouble at all," Angela said, straining to keep her voice
from sounding
overly anxious. "Bring her over right now if you like."
"Yes, we will. Thanks, Angela. I just can't thank you enough for
this."
She grinned and almost told her sister the same thing. Instead she
said: "Just go
out and have a good time. Taking care of Melinda will be my
pleasure!"
Angela was wearing a scoop-necked blouse of sheer, silk-like
fabric and a short
black skirt when Melinda arrived. The blouse showed off her
cleavage to the best
advantage, and she didn't wear panties or bra to get in the way
later.
"Can I help you fix dinner?" Melinda asked, more out of courtesy
than real desire.
"No, dear, everything is in the oven. Why don't we just sit and
talk?"
"Well, all right." Melinda was not enthused. She would much prefer
talking to
someone nearer her own age. "Is Danny home?"
"Yes, but he's taking a nap. He had a hard day. Would you like to
have a glass of
wine with me?" Angela asked.
"Wine? Er, yeah .. . . sure." That was something her parents never
would have
offered, or even allowed. Melinda was thinking that spending the
night with her
aunt might not be so bad after all.
"Red or white?"
"Aaahhh-whatever you're going to have."
Melinda had never tasted either one.
"I think white. There's some chilling in the 'fridge. Just sit
down, I'll get it."
Melinda settled on the couch, hoping that her aunt wasn't going to
get maudlin and
talk about Frank's leaving her. It had shocked the whole family,
mostly because
they had always seemed to be such a happy couple. And no reason
for the sudden
split had been given.
The girl was a little curious about what had happened between
them, but she didn't
want to hear a long and tearful discourse on the breakup of a
marriage. The
parents of more than half her friends were divorced and she'd
heard enough pissing
and moaning on the subject to last a lifetime. So much, in fact,
that Melinda had
made up her mind not to marry. She wanted to live her own life and
enjoy it
without lasting entanglements.
Angela brought two wine glasses and sat down beside her young
niece on the couch.
"Here's to fun and happiness," the woman said brightly as a toast.
Their glasses
clinked together.
"Yes, to fun and happiness," Melinda was relieved to find her aunt
in such good
spirits. And two glasses of wine made them both even more reined.
When Angela served Melinda her third, the girl asked curiously:
"What happened
with
you and Uncle Frank?"
"Oooh, we-we had some differences. Private differences," Angela
said vaguely.
Melinda took that to mean sex, the subject that interested her
most in this world.
"Did he find another woman?" she asked boldly. That was the story
she'd heard
most. Melinda knew that men in mid-life were often drawn to
younger women. The
divorced father of one of her friends had even tried his best to
seduce her.
"There was no other woman," Angela replied, her tongue loosened by
the glowing
warmth of the wine. "Frank found me with another man."
"Ooooh!" Melinda flashed a knowing grin.
"But you mustn't tell your mother that. She'd be terribly
shocked."
"Mother is such a prude, I never tell her anything.
"Good, I'm glad you understand."
Each time she'd gone to pour wine, Angela sat down a little nearer
to Melinda when
she returned. They were quite close now, near enough to touch.
"Was it exciting?" Melinda asked. "The other man, I mean."
Angela giggled. "Yes, it was. Very!"
The girl's deep blue eyes gleamed with envy. "I'm still a virgin.
The biggest
thrill I've had is
some guy feeling my tits."
"You do have the kind of body that attracts attention," Angela
said warmly. "For
one so young, you've really filled out."
"Mom says that large beasts run in our family." She gazed
enviously at her aunt's
bountiful cleavage as she spoke.
"They must," Angela agreed with a smile. "Yours are beautifully
developed
already."
"Yes, but Mom makes me wear baggy, high-necked blouses to try to
hide them. She
says it tempts men too much if you show them off."
"And I gather that you don't agree."
"Mother and I don't agree on anything. I like to look sexy. If
you've got it, why
not?"
"My feelings exactly. If you want to take off that blouse, I'll
find you one
that's more revealing."
"Would you really?"
"Yes, and take off that awful figure reducing bra too. It must be
terrible having
your tender breasts so bound in.
"Yes, I hate feeling so constricted." Melinda stripped off her
blouse and the
tit-binding bra. Then she took a deep breath and sipped more wine.
"I feel a lot
better already."
"You have a stunning figure," Angela said. Her tongue anxiously
circled her lips.
"Really gorgeous! Do you like it when someone feels
your tits?"
"Hhhmmm, yes. I love it! But Mom had a shit-fit the one time she
caught me letting
a guy do it. She said not to let a man touch me that way ever
again."
"What if a woman wanted to feel your tits and kiss your nipples?"
"A woman? What fun would that be?" "Why don't we try to find
out?" Angela leaned
closer, her mouth watering so much that she was almost drooling.
"Ungh, I don't know."
Melinda started to move away, but Angela cupped her ripening tits
and fondled them
gently. Pink nipples tingled lewdly and started to swell.
"Hhhhoooo," she sighed.. "I've never been touched naked before.
Only through my
clothes."
"You like it this way better; don't you?" "Hhhmmm, yes. It even
makes my pussy
squirm.
"Think how exciting it would be if I kissed your pussy while
softly squeezing your
tits."
"I think I'd go crazy!"
"Take off your skirt and panties too. Let me show you how
thrilling it can be."
"Mother would kill me if she ever finds out," Melinda said in a
voice that sounded
both reluctant and strained with desire.
"She would probably kill us both," Angela agreed. "So what we do
here tonight will
have to be our secret."
Angela bowed her head and kissed one of Melinda's pink nipples
tenderly, working
it around with her tongue-tip and applying gentle suction.
Melinda gasped, clasping her hands in her aunt's hair to force her
head down
harder against her tit. "Suck it, Angela! Suck it good! I've been
waiting and
waiting for someone to do this!"
"You won't have to wait any longer, my dear. I love to suck your
tender tits."
"Oooh, and it feels so good. My nipples have never been so hard
and so anxious."
Melinda writhed joyously, sliding down to lie on her back.
Angela went down with her, feasting on one luscious young tit then
the other.
Melinda's pussy seethed and reeked the scent of virgin musk. That
aroma drew her
lips like a magnet.
She cupped Melinda's tongue-lathered tits in her hands and nibbled
down to the
girl's fiery bush of tawny cunt hair. It was a slender wedge of
silken little
curls. She tugged playfully on them, working down between her
legs.
Tantalizing fuck honey simmered in Melinda's narrow cunt slit.
Angela dipped her
tongue in and loved the taste. It wasn't as
strong as Yvonne's tangy hole. This was more subtle. She lapped
and sucked the
seeping flow.
Then she hooked her tongue on Melinda's clit, lifting and stroking
the wet bud.
Her niece gasped shrill cries of delight.
Melinda masturbated to orgasm at least once a day, but fingering
her own clit was
nothing like the shocking sensations she felt now.
Angela teased her clit hard. Even swollen and throbbing, it was
small, hardly
bigger than a shirt button. But it tingled with vibrant pulses.
She nibbled, and
sucked on it until Melinda began to scream anti buck her hips,
jarring Angela's
head with her heaving lust.
"Eat me!" she cried. "Ooooh, suck my clit! Ungh! Haaaaggggh!
You're going to make
me cum!"
Thumbs swirled over her nipples in a spiral and Angela's tongue
circled Melinda's
clit the same way. Then she drove into the girl's slender pussy as
deep as she
could reach.
Angela felt the, pliant web of her cherry and tongue-stroked that,
grinning lewdly
as she thought about Danny's big cock ripping through the tender
seal. Her own
pussy got dripping wet and hot just thinking about it
Danny would love being offered such a tempting delight. And Angela
thought it
might
help cool his passion for Yvonne. She didn't want him too attached
to another
woman.
Feeling tension on her cherry made Melinda squirm and writhe
anxiously. For at
least a year she'd been thinking about getting herself fucked.
Most of her
girlfriends had already been fucked.
Drawing her tongue back, Angela lashed her niece's clit again,
sucking up sweet
fuck honey with her churning lips at the same time.
"Cummmming!" Melinda cried. "Ooooh, God!"
Her lush young body tensed and trembled. Her back arched and her
voice pitched
into a scream of sheer ecstasy.
Danny was awakened in his room by the eerie wail. He didn't
recognize the voice.
It wasn't his mother's or Yvonne's-their deeper orgasmic cries
were familiar now.
This female voice sounded younger than either of them, and he was
greatly
intrigued.
He slipped out of bed naked, his cock swelling hard as the girl's
shrill cry broke
into stuttering moans of raptured bliss. He followed the sound
down the hall to
the living room door and stood watching his mother feasting on his
young cousin's
cunt.
The sight amazed him.
He'd always thought Melinda was pretty, but a prude. Her mother
took such pains to
see
that she gave that impression. And besides she was family. Danny
never would have
touched her before. But now, fucking his sexy young cousin seemed
like no sin at
all, not after fucking his own mother so often.
He walked into the room, grinning, pleased that both of them were
too preoccupied
to notice his approach.
Angela wasn't going to stop at giving the girl one climax, she
wanted her to cum
again and really get her pussy anxious for a big cock.
She kept lapping honey and lashing Melinda's clit with her tongue.
"Enough!" the girl cried. "Oooh, I can't take any more!"
"A man's cock would give you more than my tongue ever can."
"Yes, but I don't think I'm ready for that." The sparking tremors
of lewd pleasure
she felt were as frightening as they were thrilling.
"You will be soon," Angela promised. "By the time I'm through
eating your pussy,
it will be begging to fuck for the first time."
Melinda sighed. Her second climax was building fast and rising
higher. She clasped
her hands to the sides of her aunt's head to hold her, then she
bucked and pumped
her cunt at her.
Melinda began moaning. "Eat me! Fuck me with your tongue! I love
to feel it push
on my
Angela was only too happy to oblige her. She thrust and twisted
her tongue in the
girl's cunt. It was hard to see how such a sleek opening would
ever hold a cock
the size of Danny's-but she knew it would, and soon. No man could
sleep through
Melinda's delighted cries.
They didn't notice him standing and watching until Melinda had
enjoyed a second
grinding climax and was settling back, trying to catch her breath.
"Danny!" she gasped, greatly embarrassed by her position, so much
so that she
noticed only his face and not the fact that he was stark naked and
sporting a
massive erection.
Her eyes settled on his cock a moment later. "Oooh, my God!"
Melinda had felt a
few cocks that were swollen hard inside a boy's pants. It seemed
to happen
everytime she allowed one to kiss her, but none of their pricks
had the length or
thickness that her cousin displayed.
Seeing him standing naked and unashamed with his mother in the
room was an even
greater shock.
"I see you're heating up more than dinner for me," he remarked
fondly.
"Yes, dear. Melinda is going to be spending the night with us, and
I thought she'd
be a
special treat for you. She's still cherry." "Oh, wait a minute!"
Part of Melinda's
conscience was still working, and that part made sex between
family members a
strictly forbidden sin.
"A minute is about all I'm going to wait," Danny said.
The air was thick with the scent of heated cunt, and he could see
Melinda's tawny
little wedge of pussy hair. It made his big cock throb violently.
"We've done too much already," Melinda said in a worried tone.
"Aunt Angela, let
me up, p-please.
"You don't really want to stop, do you?" Angela kissed the girl's
wet cunt slit
again.
"I-I don't know. I want to fuck, but I'm afraid!"
"Danny is very good," Angela said. "I know."
"You-you know?"
"Yes, dear. We've tucked dozens of times, and I know that you'll
learn to love his
beautiful big cock as much as I do."
"Jee-zus!" Melinda had beard of some tangled family relationships
in divorce
situations, but nothing like this. "Is-is he the other man Uncle
Frank found you
with?"
Angela nodded, licking cunt honey from her lips, grinning lewdly
and not looking
the least
bit ashamed. "I was Danny's first fuck a few days ago.
He's had another woman since. Now I think it would be nice, for
him to share
pleasure with a girl nearer his own age."
"Not me!" Melinda said bluntly, struggling to get up.
"But your pussy is so hot and wet," Angela said, grunting because
it took all her
strength to restrain the girl. "I know you want to fuck."
"Not with my cousin! That's incest!" "So is what we've been doing
I suppose, and
you certainly enjoyed that."
"Yes, but-uuuungh! Let me go!" "Danny, I think you'd better help.
She's more than
I'm going to be able to hold much longer.
"I can hardly wait, Mom. Just move a little out of the way and pin
her arms."
"Certainly, Son. Oooh, this is so exciting! Your first young
virgin. I can't wait
to suck your cock when it's popped her cherry."
Danny knelt between Melinda's spread legs, pinning one of her
ankles beneath each
of his.
Angela held her niece s arms above her head.
Melinda sobbed and wailed. "How can you do this to me?"
"With the greatest of pleasure," he replied.
Danny gripped his cock, and worked it up and down in the red-
furred mouth of his
cousin's young cunt. She squirmed in agonized delight. It was
thrilling to feel
the heat of a big prick, but frightening to look at the vein-laced
monster that
was slowly pushing into her pussy.
She groaned, feeling as though her tender cunt sheath might be
torn by his thick
girth.
"It's too big!" she cried. "Too big!" "You'll love it once> you
get used to it,"
Angela said in a consoling tone of voice.
"Nungh! It's pushing on my cherry already. It hurts! Oh, God, it
burns like fire!"
Danny eased back and left just the tip of his big cock in the soft
wet mouth of
her pussy.
"She is a small one," he said to his mother. "Yes, I know. She'll
do wonderful
things to you once you've broken her in."
"I don't want you to break anything!" Melinda cried, wishing now
that she'd
followed her mother's advice and not flaunted her luscious young
body for her aunt
or anyone else.
The spreading pain in her cunt made the girl wince. Tears welled
up in her
fluttering blue eyes, they gleamed like beads, then swelled larger
and streamed
down her cheeks.
Her cherry strained, the taut, but frail web bowed inward by the
slow but
relentless push
of Danny's big cock. Melinda gritted her teeth and braced for a
spearing hot stab
of pain when her cherry broke.
"Danny, it might be better if you pulled back and drove in hard. A
quick tear
would be better than straining her too long."
"I'd rather bust her cherry this way. I can feel it starting to
give way. The
sensation's great!"
"For you, maybe!" Melinda said with a wracking sob. "For me, it's
awful! I hate
having your cock in me! I hate you both! I just want to go home!"
Her tender cherry suddenly split. Pain like a fiery dagger lanced
in.
Melinda screamed, her body writhing. She felt the sting and heat
of her own blood
flowing and it smeared Danny's throbbing cock when he drew back.
"You aren't a virgin anymore," he gasped. "You might as well relax
and enjoy the
rest."
CHAPTER FIVE
"Enjoy it? How can I enjoy having my flesh torn? I hate sex. It
hurts! I'll never
let another man touch me as long as I live!"
"Oh, I doubt that;" Angela said. "Show her how good a big cock can
feel, Danny.
Fuck her slow and easy at first."
"I'm in no mood to fuck slow and easy. Seeing how hot she was with
you, I'm going
to fuck her brains out!" He punched his blood smeared prick in
deep and twisted
it.
Melinda screamed, her arms straining. Angela had trouble holding
her.
Danny humped back and spiked her again. "Hhhmmm, I just love a
tight and tender
young pussy. You should feel how it slithers and squirms," he told
his mother.
"Just remember who got her ready for you," Angela said.
"I will! For a treat like this, I'll kiss your ass if you want!"
"Hhhmmm, that might be fun later." "This is a fucking madhouse!"
Melinda wailed in
despair. Tears flooded down her cheeks each time she took one of
Danny's fierce
thrusts. His big cock felt like a wedge being hammered in to split
her cunt.
She gasped sounds of anguish and moaned
as the pain spread like a fire in dry grass. Her nerves jangled
and her muscles
strained in heated torment. Danny showed no mercy for her obvious
signs of
distress. In fact, he enjoyed the distortions that wracked her
pretty face. He
could feel the same kind of wringing torment in her cunt.
Melinda's ruptured cherry sparked with pain every time his cock
drilled in or drew
back. Her pussy felt like an open wound and his prick must have
carried traces of
salt from his sweat. She shivered and moaned and prayed that she
would pass out.
But as the heat spread throughout her body, it brought a strange
feeling of calm.
She began to relax and breathe almost normally again.
"What'd I tell you? It's not so bad now, is it?" Danny asked with
a chuckle and a
smug grin.
"N-n-no, not so bad. But I still hate what you're doing to me. My
own cousin, my
God!"
"Your pussy can't tell one cock from another," he said. "Only how
big, not who it
belongs to."
"Bastard," she moaned. "I know, and I'll never forgive you!"
"Bullshit! You'll beg for my cock before morning."
"Never! You sonuvabitch-uuuungh!"
Danny slowed the rhythm to long and gliding strokes, prolonging
each one to savor
the pained contractions of her ravaged cunt. It was rapture for
him. Her snug
sheath of cunt flesh was sensational, and he enjoyed the sticky
damp warmth of her
Virgin blood.
He bent down, grinning, and kissed his cousin's lips. She moaned,
renewing her
struggle to free her arms. Angela held on tight, her own pussy wet
and writhing
with desire. She found it thrilling to play this part in her son's
latest conquest
and to know how he would reward her. They had never fucked better
than after she
delivered the sultry platinum blonde divorcee to him.
Melinda clenched her teeth, loathing her male cousin's lewd kiss
and clenching her
teeth so he couldn't force his tongue into her mouth as he was
trying to do. Danny
bent down and kissed a pink nipple instead. It swelled and tingled
powerless to
resist Melinda moaned, her body if twisting. He shifted to
kiss and suck on her
other tit and she almost went into convulsions.
Her pussy clamped on his gliding cock. It quivered when he lashed
her nipple with
his tongue. She gasped eerie cries, shocked that something she
hated could feel so
good.
His cock sank to the hilt and his hard pelvic bone mauled her
clit. Angela's
licking and
sucking had swollen it to full bloom. It bulged enough to feel his
thrusts and
shiver from the unwanted excitement it brought.
When Danny raised his head up to kiss her lips, there was no
resistance this time.
Melinda's head was rolling in a cloud of tawny hair, her eyes
glazed, her mouth
gaping.
He sealed her fluttering lips and thrust in his tongue. She
groaned sounds of
anguish, but in a few moments she was sucking eagerly on his
tongue while her cunt
did its best to wring his big cock.
As he drew back for another thrust, she thrust her tongue into his
mouth, gasping
again as he sucked on it. But this was a flesh muzzled sound of
pleasure. Melinda
wasn't just giving in, she was starting to enjoy.
Angela saw no further need to restrain the girl's arms, and her
intuition proved
correct.
With her arms free, Melinda coiled them around Danny's neck in a
passionate
embrace.
Angela smiled and slipped her hands between them to feel her
niece's tits.
Melinda felt a scream swelling inside of her, and she had to break
off the kiss to
let it out. Another climax was building. She had a big cock in her
at last and it
sparked lewd spasms so strong they brought tears of joy to her
eyes.
"Oooh, Danny! You're doing it to me! My first real orgasm, a
complete climax at
last!"
"I can feel it in your pussy!" He grinned and kept pumping his
cock, grinding down
hard on her clit at the end of each thrusts.
Angela found her breath rasping. Their excitement was contagious.
She milked and
squeezed the girl's tits, whirling her nipples while Danny kissed
her again and
sucked on her tongue.
Melinda bucked into a high arch, her soft young body straining in
delighted
anticipation. The quaking spasm in her pussy grew stronger.
Pleasure surmounted
the pain of her broken cherry. She writhed and welcomed each
thrust.
"Fuck me!" she cried, urgently breaking the seal of their kiss
again. "Oooh, God!
Hammer your cock in. It feels so good now. I must have more. I
want it all!
Everything your, cock can give!"
Danny chuckled. "It took even less time than I thought."
"What?"
"To get you to beg for my cock."
"Yes, I want it now. Hove the way it hurts me. Such delicious
torture!"
Angela felt herself growing more anxious for them to reach a
climax. Only then
would Danny be able to reward her with the pleasure she craved.
She slipped a hand
off one of Melinda's tits and reached between her son's legs to
cup his swaying
balls in her palm. She
could feel their heated surge and knew it wouldn't be long now.
With one hand holding her son's balls and one on the tit of the
girl he was
fucking, Angela sensed their mounting tension-the strain of
pleasure soaring fast
to explosive intensity. It made her pussy seethe in its own
smoldering damp
warmth.
Melinda's frenzied joy burst with a scream. Her pussy clenched
with rippling
pulses and Danny's cock fired cum into her like liquid lightning
bolts.
"Ungh!" she moaned. "Ooooh, I can feel your cum! It's so hot and
thick!"
"There's more, Melinda.. Lots more! I'm glad I've been resting.
I'm really going
to fuck your cunt full!"
"That's what I want! More sweet cream and more cock! Rip it into
me, Danny. I'm
not afraid anymore!"
"Good thing you're not, because I love fucking your cunt!"
"It doesn't feel so tight now that cum is bubbling up inside of
me! Ooooh, it
makes your cock feel even better. Don't stop, Danny. Don't ever
stop fucking me!"
He drained himself and sprawled limp after about a minute.
"That's all I've got right now," he gasped delightedly.
Melinda's pussy quaked with joyous after shocks. "But you'll want
to do it again
soon, won't you? I won't be such a baby the next time."
"You were just fine," he assured her. "I really liked fucking a
virgin."
"Even your own cousin?"
"Especially my own Cousin. You're such a beautiful girl, and I'm
so glad you
aren't the prude I always thought."
"My mother won't be able to control me like that anymore," Melinda
said firmly. "I
know what I want now."
"So do I," Angela interrupted. "I want to suck my son's cock while
it's still wet
with cum and cherry stain."
"Sounds good to me," Danny agreed quickly.
He pulled his cock out of Melinda and sat at the end of the couch
near her feet.
His cock remained firm, but not fully hard. Cum sheened its whole
length, mixed
with smears of virgin blood that looked pink in dilution.
The sight and her excitement made Angela's mouth water, more
hungry to taste cock
than ever before.
For a fleeting moment she wondered when, how, or even if it would
all end.
Everything done so far in her crazed search for satisfaction had
only increased
her desire.
Angela was on her knees on the floor between Danny's spread legs
and bowed her
head toward his cherry-stained cock. Sighing anxiously, she lifted
his prick to
her lips.
The taste of his cum was familiar enough, but now she caught the
copper-sweet tang
of blood. It made her heart race and her taste buds yearn. Sex was
a multi-sensual
experience, she'd learned. It wasn't simple muscle response. The
sights, sounds
and smells of unleashed lust all added to her pleasure. And
perhaps taste most of
all.
Angela lapped her tongue around his bulging cockhead and savored
the tart-sweet
elixir that gleamed all over it.
Angela's lips snugged into an 0 and slid down, her tongue rippling
along the
tender underside of her son's wet cock. She loved the taste and
adored him. It
hardly mattered that reckless and wanton desire had split her
marriage asunder.
Melinda raised up on her elbows and watched, entranced. None of
the girls she knew
had ever sucked cock, even those who fucked like whores. It just
seemed too gross
to even consider, but Angela obviously enjoyed it.
Her head bobbed furiously and Danny's cock quickly swelled fully
hard in the grasp
of her warm lips.
"Ooooh, Mom! Nobody sucks prick better than you."
"That's because no one loves you or your big cock as much as I do.
It's my whole
life now, Danny. It's all that I have to live for!"
"Just suck it and shut up," he said impatiently. He was getting
tired of that
"you're all I have" routine. His plans for adventure and
experimentation went well
beyond her.
"Yes, dear," Angela said, obediently bowing her head down. His
arrogance
distressed her, but not enough to overcome the thrill she got from
sucking his
cock, especially now that it was slick with pink cherry stain.
That made it all
the more tantalizing.
"Just lick it clean and suck it hard again," he told her. "I don't
want to waste
cum shooting it down your throat this time."
"You'd rather fuck me?" she asked anxiously.
"No, I want to fuck Melinda again while her broken cherry is still
raw. I love the
way that makes her tight little pussy seethe."
"But, Danny, I arranged that for you. I deserve a turn."
"You deserve what I decide to give you, and if you don't get my
cock hot again in
a hurry, that's going to be a kick in the ass!"
"Yes, dear," Angela replied glumly, bowing to suck again. She did
it more
possessively than for simple pleasure, and Danny didn't
find the anxious pull of her lips to be as exciting as he had
before. It dawned on
him then that he was getting tired of sex with his mother. He
wanted to explore
greener fields.
Danny fucked Melinda three times and taught her to suck cock
between rounds,
loving the timid suction of her young lips and the way she had to
strain at first
to swallow his stout cockshaft.
Angela served them dinner after that, a succulent pot roast done
to perfection.
She cooked up some brown-and-serve rolls and kept their glasses
filled with a
delicious red wine.
She was starting to feel more like a serving maid because Danny
lavished all of
his attention on his tawny-haired young cousin who despite earlier
protests,
obviously adored him now.
Angela felt a wave of relief when her sister came to reclaim the
girl before
breakfast the next morning.
Danny was still sleeping, bone weary, and Angela was nearly
distraught. He'd only
fucked her once during the long night.
When he awoke around ten, Angela said. "We have to talk."
"Sure, Mom. Just pour me some coffee and
say what you want."
"There is no coffee: I drank the last of it early this morning."
"Then get dressed and go buy some more." "Danny, we don't have any
money. Your
father took all that was in our bank accounts. I've got less than
three dollars
left in the cookie jar and nothing to cook for dinner tonight."
"Oooh, well... I guess you're going to have to go to work."
"Yes, and you will too. Any job I can get after being just a
housewife for so many
years will only pay minimum wage. That will barely pay the rent.
"We do have to eat," she reminded him sharply. "And I don't think
we can count on
help from your father."
"Yeah, well you work that out." Danny pushed back from the table
and started
toward the front door.
"Where are you going?"
"Down to Yvonne's. I'll bet she's got coffee, and I know she's got
something that
I want to eat!"
"You bastard!" she growled as he walked out the door. Angela had
never felt so
desperately alone before.
Her prospects for employment looked bleak. Angela hadn't worked
outside the home
since before Danny was born, and only then serving up burgers
part-time in a
fast-food place. Hardly an impressive resume.
She applied in a dozen places and got the same "Don't call us,
we'll call you,"
response. One weary small businessman went on to explain the
"trickle down"
economic theory to her. "It means that little people at the bottom
of the heap all
get pissed on!" he said sharply.
Angela's last glimmer of hope was a diner on the edge of the
warehouse district-a
classic greasy spoon. In fact, that's what the owner had named it,
The Greasy
Spoon. It had a flyspecked sign in the window that said Waitress
Wanted. That kind
of place always needed a waitress. Only the desperate would think
to apply, and
then they'd start looking for something better.
The owner was a huge man, a bear in a soiled white apron and
sweat-stained T-shirt
with a cigarette pack rolled up in one sleeve. Paunchy and
completely bald, he
flashed a cool grin of appraisal as he looked her up and down.
"So you're a waitress, huh?"
"Yes, sir. A good one."
"Yeah? Where'd you work last?" Angela told him the name of the
burger place, a big
franchise operation now. "They only hire teeny-boppers," he
said. "Oh, well
. . . er, you see, I was a teenybopper at the time."
"No work experience since then?" "I've been waiting hand and foot
on an ungrateful
husband and son," Angela shot back.
"Lady, I want your qualifications, not your life story."
"I need the job and I know I can do it," she moaned.
"Let's go out and back and see if the uniforms I got will fit over
those big
knockers of yours."
"It might improve business if they're a little tight," she said
anxiously.
"Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. Come on." He nodded toward a
rear door. "My
name's Max, by the way."
"Angela," she replied with a smile strained with apprehension.
In the grubby little room that must have been his living quarters,
Max turned and
locked the door behind them.
"Strip," he said simply.
"Wh-what?"
"I said strip. You're going to try on uniforms, remember?" He
flashed a leering
grin that showed his yellowed and broken teeth. His breath smelled
like sewer gas.
But Angela didn't really start to cringe until she saw that Max
was taking his
clothes off too.
"I-I thought we were just going to try on uniforms," she said.
"First you're going to try this on," he told her, unlimbering a
cock that wasn't
fully hard yet but already over a foot long.
"Oooh, no!" Angela bolted for the door.
Max leaned back against it, a mountain of hairy man-flesh. Black
curls covered all
of his body except the top of his head, that gleamed bald like a
fish bowl.
"Women who work for me have to know how to keep a man happy," he
said.
"If it's a hooker you want, there must be plenty in this
neighborhood," she
replied coldly, starting to button her blouse again.
"Guess you don't need a job as much as you thought when you walked
in," he
remarked, eyes glimmering lewdly. "You think maybe your husband
will take you
back?"
Angela blanched. She'd hardly mentioned her husband, and nothing
had been said
about their breakup.
"There's a white line on the third finger of your left hand," Max
said. "I know
you just took your ring off, which has to mean a recent split."
"Going through a divorce doesn't make me a whore," Angela said,
uncomfortable
because his dark eyes seemed to be able to pierce right through to
the depths of
her soul.
"It doesn't make you prime stuff either. Why the hell else would
you be looking
for work in a dive like this?"
"I-I have a son to take care of," she said nervously.
"So, you take care of me, I'll take care of you, and then you can
take care of
him."
Angela tried to steel herself, drawing in a deep breath. "All
right, I guess I
don't have much choice."
"I don't figure you've got any. If you did, you wouldn't be here."
"Wh-what do you want me to do?" "Strip naked and drop to your
knees. You ever
sucked a cock as big as mine?"
"I've never even seen a cock as big as yours!''
"Good, then you're in for a real treat. One of the fringe benefits
here is three
meals a day, and right now you are looking at breakfast, lunch and
dinner. Chow
down, lady."
Angela whimpered as she peeled off her clothes, feeling both
anxious and terribly
degraded at the same time. Part of her wanted to cry. The rest
wanted to laugh
because her son was so proud of his dominating cock. Danny's prick
now seemed like
a lollipop stick compared to what Max was fondly stroking hard for
her.
"Please don't hurt me with it," she said as she sank to her knees.
She remembered how amusing Melinda's virgin queasiness was, and
now she felt the
same way or worse. Fully hard, Max had fourteen inches of meaty
cock flesh pulsing
with obscene desire.
And before she could think much about his monstrous proportions,
he clasped his
ham sized hands back of her head and forced his prick down her
throat.
CHAPTER SIX
"Ungh! Aaaagh!" she gasped.
His sinking cock triggered her gag reflex, that instinctive
mechanism meant to
expel foreign bodies from the throat.
But nature could not have prepared any human to swallow fourteen
inches of
throbbing hot prick powered by a man who weighed close to three
hundred pounds.
With his hands locked, fingers laced behind her head, Angela had
no choice but to
take it, gagging or not.
He loved her wild wrenching contractions. Max hadn't met a woman
yet who didn't
gag on his giant cock the first time. And that was always the
best. Even those
that thought they were accomplished cocksuckers suffered when he
filled their
throats with all his hot meat.
Angela felt dizzy, her brain starved for oxygen. She couldn't draw
a breath when
his cock was deep inside her, and not much when he pulled back
between spearing
thrusts.
Her mind in a foggy state, of disarray, she wondered if Danny had
any idea what
she went through for him. Or if she would even have the courage to
tell him about
his latest misadventure. He would feel humbled and perhaps never
want her again if
he knew she'd been forced to take in a cock thicker and longer
than his.
Mental anguish added to the torment of having her throat fucked
full to the
bursting point. She rasped sounds of extreme distress. Her whole
ripe body quaked.
Her throat heaved in spasms, it was agony, and yet it was delight
at the same
time.
Danny had become so demanding, so insensitive to her needs. Max
and his lewd
desires seemed hardly a step beyond. And he didn't demand that she
wait on him . .
. only on the paying customers. For that she would receive a
salary, and all the
tips her luscious tits could attract.
Max reached down to squeeze her creamy bit tit mounds.
Angela was sucking happily now, enjoying rather than resisting her
gagging
torment. Finding pleasure where there had been only pain made his
giant cock glide
more smoothly.
She rippled her throat muscles in rolling waves of affection now.
Her tongue
flicked anxiously, her lip sucked hard when he drew back.
"Hhhaaa, you do know how to make a man happy," Max said in a tone
of high praise.
"The man who left you should have his fucking bead examined."
He squeezed her tits, moaning as her large nipples swelled aching
hard beneath his
whirling thumb tips.
Angela was now glad that her throat was gorged with hot prick so
she wouldn't have
to make any kind of reply.
She doubted that even lewd Max would understand or condone her
incestuous
relationship with her son. Nor did she think that any man could
understand the
love-hate relationship that had developed so quickly between them.
Danny's unsympathetic demands were worse than those of marriage.
She enjoyed
taking in a cock bigger and better than his just for spite. And,
when she got
home, she was determined to regain control of her life, not remain
her thankless
son's humble sex slave.
She moaned sounds of pleasure between throat-filling thrusts. She
hoped that Max's
cock would not remain deep in her throat so long that she
strangled. That worry
made her throat wrench violently and, the contractions delighted
him.
"You love it, don't you?" Max said with a beaming grin.
She groaned, trying to nod her head.
"So let me feel your lips and tongue move, Max demanded.
Angela tried, sighing in frustration. The thickness of his cock
strained her mouth
and filled it so much that she found it hard to move any part
other face.
"That's a little better," he growled. "Keep it up and tease my
balls with your
hands. I want to give you a big load of cum!"
She worried about that, wondering if she could go without
breathing long enough to
swallow it all. Max had a pair of balls bigger than hen's eggs
hanging in a hairy
sac of flesh.
Angela stroked his balls timidly with her fingertips, working them
gently, feeling
the vibrant stir of his steaming hot jism. He grunted sounds of
fierce delight,
holding her head while he fucked her face mercilessly.
Her throat rippled and squeezed tighter as her fears increased.
Max liked that.
His huge body strained, breath rasping, his balls heaving with
their heavy load.
"Take it, bitch! Take it all!" He rammed his giant cock to the
root and ground his
wiry mat of cock hair against her lips.
Angela's eyes bulged and she saw stars when his prick surged in
her throat and let
go. Cum jetted in spurts so fast that it seemed like a steady
stream. It shot deep
and she tried to swallow, but the size of his prick made that
almost impossible.
Silver-white cum backed up in her throat, flooding around the
pulsating shaft of
his cock. She felt it rising like flood water, a force that she
was powerless to
cope with or resist. Cum filled her mouth and puffed her cheeks,
bubbling out to
gloss her lips.
Beads like pearls dripped down her chin and onto her big tits. And
Max began
pumping his cock again, anxious to have her wring out every last
drop.
His cock worked like a plunger, forcing jism down her throat as he
powered into
her, making it gush from her overfilled mouth at the same time.
Angela felt the creamy cum all over her tits, and still he kept
cumming without
letup.
"I've been too long without a waitress," Max said with a grunt. "A
whole week's
worth of jizz is what you're getting."
She wondered how much more there could be, and if she could remain
Conscious
without breathing long enough to take it all. A dizzy feeling of
lewd delight
swept over her. Danny's overworked balls would have had to unload
three times to
match what Max had fucked down her throat already.
Angela had more cum dripping on her luscious tits than an average
man carried in a
single load. She felt the slick hot beads of cum on her nipples,
and more dropped
into her tangle of cunt hair. Her mind swirled, dazed by the wet
heat of his cum.
It seeped in through every pore.
She gurgled and moaned, her arms too weak to fondle his balls
anymore. She let her
hands drop into her lap, her body swaying. But for being rooted on
his gushing
prick, she'd have fallen on her side. As it was, Angela remained
upright, but as
helpless as a speared fish. She felt consciousness slipping away.
Finally Max gave a roar of satisfaction and pulled his cock back.
She gasped anxiously, sucking in more creamy cum than needed air.
Angela coughed
and sputtered, spewing out more jism that ran down to glaze her
tits and pussy
mound.
No climax erupted to reward her, only a thankful feeling of
relief. Her
cum-smeared tits rose and fell with her rapid breathing, and he
watched her,
licking his lips with a tongue that looked like two pounds of beef
liver.
"Lie down on the bed," he told her. "I'm not through with you
yet."
"No more. Not right now," she begged. "Let me rest a moment."
His thick cum had a rank taste, bitter and pungent. And when she
spoke, more of it
dribbled from her lips. Angela felt like she was swimming in it.
Max lifted her, mindless of the woman's muttered pleas. He pushed
her toward the
bed, a metal-frame bunk with a lumpy mattress and a dirty sheet.
Angela sagged down with a weary sigh, her head still reeling as
she fought to
regain her breath.
Max pushed her down on her back and straddled her flaring hips,
rubbing his hands
all over her cum-slick tits.
"Jism is just like beauty cream," he said. "It keeps your skin
young and smooth."
She groaned. The film of spilled jism made his rough hands glide
on her pillowy
tits. Her nipples swelled hard and began to throb.
Max chuckled and eased backward, working his hands down to rub in
the jism that
had smeared her belly. Then he massaged some into her pussy mound.
It left her
cunt hair sheening like precious mink.
His cock swelled back to full hardness while fondling her lush
body.
Not having shared his climax left Angela anxious, and his roving
hands spread the
heat of desire.
He grinned and grabbed his cock, working it up and down in the
slit of her wet
cunt. Her pussy lips were wet with spilled jism and simmering
honey that came from
within.
A cockhead nearly the size of her fist pressed and twisted against
her juicy clit.
Max wagged his huge prick up and down, then side to side.
She gasped limply, gazing again in shock at the size of his cock.
Angela winced,
more frightened than a timid virgin. "They called me Horse
Cock when I was in
the Marines." be said proudly, circling his bloated cockhead
around on her clit.
"I-I can see why" Angela cringed, trying to measure the length of
his prick
against her heaving belly, estimating how far it would reach in.
To the pit of her
stomach it looked like.
She gulped and moaned.
Now was slating his cock down, pushing it into her clit slowly.
The spreading
strain made her pussy writhe in fearful torment.
"It's too much!" she cried. "Ooooh, it's going to rip my cunt!"
"It will if you tense up," he said, slowly pushing in more of his
awesome cock
length.
"Aaagggh!" Angela gritted her teeth. Her face a twisted mask of
fear and torment.
"I once fucked a young whore right into the hospital," he bragged
proudly. "Took
six stitches to repair the damage!"
"Oooh, that's awful!" Max laughed at her distress.
"Women," he sneered scornfully. "They're all dreaming about big
cocks, and then
they shit their pants when they get one."
"That's what I feel like doing," she moaned.
"That big fucker is pushing so hard on my guts."
"And you don't have all of it in you yet."
She moaned, tears watering in her dark eyes. Her fists clenched
and beat on the
bed. Her heels kicked and her cunt ached. "Enough! Enough!"
Angela winced and
clamped her eyes shut.
Her lush body shuddered from head to toe. His enormous cock sank
deeper and
touched nerves that no normal prick could reach. Angela's eyes
widened and her
mouth gaped.
It was like being a virgin all over again.
Max leered down with spittle dripping from the lower corner of a
warped grin. He
rocked his hips and drilled deeper.
She gasped sounds of strickened dismay. The normal rippling
motions of pleasure in
her pussy weren't there. It was strained too tight and too full to
move.
He pushed his cock into the hilt and ground his hairy loins
against her softly
padded pussy mound. Her breath gushed as his crushing weight came
down on her.
Angela found herself unable to breathe again. She lacked the
strength to expand
her lungs when he pressed down on top of her.
In her belly she felt a terrible probing. His cock seemed to push
organs out of
place. Slowly he drew back, arching above her like a huge bridge
with a pillar of
hot prick for it's center support.
She sighed, relieved for a moment. Then he pushed back, sinking
faster this time.
"Aaaagh!"
Max chuckled maliciously. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you."
Angela couldn't answer. She had no breath. His cock drove deep and
hard, then
whipped back and rammed her again. Her asshole clenched tight.
His giant prick jarred her bowels when he drove in. He fucked her
viciously hard
and fast, drumming his hairy loins on her anguished pussy mound.
He jarred her
deep inside.
Angela winced, her body straining. She'd never taken such a savage
mauling, and
never had she felt such cringing thrills.
It was awful what he did to her, and it was also thrilling. Angela
could hardly
believe it. Tortured nerves signaled pain, but her dazzled mind
felt only eerie
delight. She timed her anxious gasps for breath when he drew back.
Then she braced
for his crushing weight.
Each thrust caused a massive upheaval inside her.
Max smiled. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you!" This time
she took that as
more than a mere figure of speech. The way his plunging prick
jarred her bowels;
the harder she found it to maintain control..
The dark puckered ring of her shithole clenched and shivered from
the terrible
strain. Max fucked relentlessly, pumping his cock so hard and fast
that she
couldn't even catch a breath between thrusts.
He slammed down on her and twisted, causing such pain that her
tears ran down her
cheeks in a steady stream. Her pussy clenched, and somewhere found
the strength to
move. She milked his cock with teasing undulations and tried not
to think of the
restless churning deeper inside.
Max began to breathe in short gasps, cock whipping her with all
his might. The
heated fury in his balls swelled again. They slapped against her
luscious ass
cheeks and made her squirm.
Both her torment and her terrible pleasure increased. Her body
couldn't help
responding; Over stimulated nerves flashed signals of he
confusion.
She felt her body growing weak, submitting to anguish, accepting
pain with weary
resignation. Then, in the depths of mind-numbing depression, she
began to feel a
haunting tingle. Sinewy bands of cunt muscle never touched by a
cock before began
to respond, undulating fiercely in response to stress.
Max grunted happily. That usually happened once fear was repressed
by the
enormously obscene delights of his giant cock.
He enjoyed the pulsing waves that made her cunt more vibrant and
willing. Her
pliant cunt walls strained, but her whole pussy sheath came alive
and embraced his
stabbing cock shaft.
Max fucked faster and made her eyes bulge. Angela felt her climax
begin with a
grinding contraction that involved both her pussy and ass at the
same time. It was
as if his cock had teen fucking them both.
She moaned and then screamed. Her lush body became glazed with the
sweat of
excitement. Once cold with chilling fear, her creamy smooth skin
now glowed with
radiating warmth. She tensed, closing her eyes tightly. Her back
arched, only to
be slammed down when he drove his cock in. Then she bounded back
up, gasping
anxiously.
"I'm going to cum!" she cried. "I'm going to have the best climax
of my whole
life!"
He answered only with grunts, saving all his breath and power to
jackhammer his
huge prick.
Angela's heart raced. She could feel the rapid thud of her pulse
in her temples,
as if her head might suddenly swell and explode.
She felt spasms of tormented delight in her pussy, a writhing
motion that rippled
upward from deeper than ever before. Even her bowels were heaving
in obscene
delight.
Max roared as his cock fired. Jism shot into her womb and filled
her with
unfamiliar heat. Her guts wrenched, and she let out a
bloodcurdling scream.
Orgasmic contractions churned deep and rippled up the cum-slick
length of his
cock. He drove in hard again and gave her another searing hot gush
of turn
cream-that so warmed her insides that her bowels let go, voiding
themselves as he
filled her cunt.
Angela didn't realize what had happened at first. The purging of
her ass was a
sensation of pleasure, a welcome relief that fused with the
glorified confusion of
an excruciating climax.
Limp and weak from shock waves of joy, Angela was shocked when Max
pulled his cock
out of her and she saw that she'd shit on the bed.
She groaned, ashamed and disgusted that she'd lost control.
"I told you I'd fuck the shit out of you. Now clean it up and
report for work at
six tomorrow morning."
Angela couldn't answer. Her face twisted, furrowing her brow, and
then she burst
out sobbing.
She went home in a daze, her pussy still writhing with anguished
aftershocks. Her
shithole cringed and clenched in shame. Never in her life had she
lost control of
her body so completely.
Angela found the house empty and sighed with relief. She was glad
not to find
Danny at borne with a hard-on. Her body needed rest and her mind
too.
She poured a stiff drink and gulped down half of it, reining a
little as the
soothing warmth of whiskey settled in her stomach. Then she
spotted the note Danny
had left on the kitchen table.
Mom:
I'm with Yvonne. She got a new job at a fancy resort hotel on the
coast, and I'm
moving with her. I packed all the things I want. Stuff like my
baseball glove and
model airplanes can all go to the dump. Hope you found a job and
have a good life.
Know I'm going to! Tell Melinda good-bye for me. And good-bye to
Dad if you see
him.
Love, Danny
"Oh, my God!" She began sobbing again and all the warmth drained
out of her. "What
about me? Danny, you didn't even say good bye to your mother?"
Despair settled on her like a gloomy cloud. Her life seemed
ruined. Now her
husband and son had both deserted her. Tears rained down on
Danny's note until the
ink smeared and she could no longer read it.
She was left with an empty house, nothing to eat and no money to
buy food.
Max had laughed when she asked for an advance on her salary: "If
you want charity,
you re in the wrong place. The Rescue Mission is two blocks down
the street. Stay
there and you won't even need bus fare. You can walk to work.. .
if you can still
walk that is."
Angela thought about taking a sharp knife and slashing her wrists,
but she didn't
have the strength to do that. The way Max had ravaged her body, it
even hurt to
cry.
Hands trembling; she picked up the phone and dialed her sister's
number.
"Sis-you've got to help me," she said with a wracking sob.
"Help you? I don't even want to talk to you!"
"Wh-what's the matter?"
"Melinda told me what you did to her, you and Danny."
CHAPTER SEVEN
A young female voice answered on the fourth ring.
Angela stammered: "Hello, wh-who's this?"
"Joanne," the girl replied, sounding like a teenager.
"I must have dialed the wrong number," Angela said. "I'm calling
Frank Whitmire."
"You got the right number. Who's this?"
"His wife," she said uneasily.
"Ex-wife you mean." The voice was smug and surly.
"Yes, just put Frank on, would you please?"
"I'll see if he wants to talk to you."
There was a long and dreadful moment of silence during, which
Angela wondered what
a young girl was doing in Frank's room. The answer was obvious,
but she didn't
want to believe it.
Then Frank came on the line, his voice gruff and impatient. "Yeah,
what do you
want?"
"Danny's run away," she blurted out with a sob. "With Yvonne, that
platinum blonde
divorcee who used to live down the street."
"Good," Frank replied. "Getting away from you is the smartest
thing he could do."
Angela sobbed. "Frank, I'm sorry. I know I've made a mess of
everything, but I
need your help."
"My help? You need to see a psychiatrist!" "Frank, I don't even
have money enough
to put food on the table."
"So why don't you sell what you've been giving our son for the
last several days,"
he replied coldly.
"Please, Frank .. . don't do this to me. I've been shamed and hurt
enough
already."
"Not enough to suit me, bitch!"
Her temper flared. "You're no better! What's that young girl doing
there with
you?"
"She's restoring my faith in my manhood." Frank chuckled. "I don't
need to tell
you how exciting it is to have sex with a horny teenager.
Angela shuddered and cried. "Frank, you can't just dump me out
like dirty
dishwater-not after almost twenty years!"
"You've got the house, and all the furniture. What are you
bitching about?"
"The house payment is due next week, and I won't have money enough
to pay it."
"Good, when the bank kicks you out, I'll buy the place again. I
haven't been able
to find
an apartment I like."
"Why don't you come home?" she pleaded tearfully.
"You know, I just might do that. . ."
"Oh, Frank! Yes, please do! I'll make everything up to you."
"You sure as hell will! Joanne is a runaway from a rich family and
she's used to
having a maid."
"Who cares about Joanne?"
"I do! If I'm coming home, she's coming with me. You can stay on
to cook, clean
house and do the laundry."
"Not for some young slut you've picked up!" she raged.
"It's that or start selling your faithless cunt on the street," he
reminded her.
Angela felt her blood boiling, but there wasn't much she could do.
She couldn't
stand the thought of turning tricks, or going back to the diner
and that sadistic
big cock of Max's.
"All right," she said grudgingly. "We'll be there in about an
hour," Frank said in
a tone of triumph. "I'll bring groceries so you can fix dinner.
Meanwhile, move
your shit into Danny's old room. That's where you'll be staying.
"It's yes, Mr. Whitmire, from now on," he said, rubbing it in.
"All right!" she snapped. "Say it!"
"Yes, Mr. Wh-Whitmire." She almost choked on the words. It was
worse than when Max
rammed his monster cock down her throat. Bitter humiliation was
even harder to
swallow.
Twenty minutes later, Angela grasped at a ray of hope as she was
moving her things
from the spacious master bedroom into the smaller one that had
been her son's. As
long as she and Frank were in the same house again, she might win
him back. She
vowed to pamper him in every way possible, to be as appealing as
she could and put
his newfound young mistress to shame.
When she met Joanne at the door that hope was shattered like a
window hit with a
brick. She was gorgeous! A petite blonde with a voluptuous figure
and silky blonde
hair long enough to sweep across the crack of her ass when it
swayed.
"I'm Joanne," she said too sweetly. "And you must be the new
maid."
Angela's face blushed red in a jealous rage but she said only,
"Yes."
Frank was standing right behind Joanne, handsome as ever and
beaming proudly.
"Come in, please," Angela said.
Frank gave her a bag full of groceries.
"Have dinner ready by eight," he said curtly. "I like my steak
rare. Joanne wants
hers medium. And there's a can of spaghetti and meatballs for
you."
"I hate canned spaghetti," she muttered.
"Yes, I know, but it's the cheapest thing I could find and that
suits you
perfectly."
"Bastard," she mumbled.
"Come on, Joanne, I'll show you the bedroom. With a maid to wait
on us, we're
going to be spending a lot of time there."
Joanne giggled impishly and took his hand. They walked down the
hall and a moment
later Angela heard Frank roar, "God damn it, Angela! The sheets
are soiled. Change
the bed and put on a fresh one, right now!"
"Yes, Fr-Mr. Whitmire!" Angela wasn't sure bow much more of this
she could stand.
Max, his grubby dinner and his giant cock were looking better by
the minute.
Frank and Joanne were both naked when Angela walked into the
bedroom carrying
clean sheets and pillow cases. She stopped and gawked, chilled by
the sight, but
neither of them paid the slightest attention to her.
Joanne was down on her knees, fondly stroking Frank's cock and
guiding it to her
waiting lips.
"Oooh, Frank," Joanne crooned, "I've never seen your cock so big
and hard before."
Angela just had to look, and she had to admit he'd never gotten an
erection like
that for her. Apparently the young blonde excited him more than
she ever could.
That added to her feelings of dismay.
She went to the work on changing the bed, but Angela found it hard
to concentrate
with that lewd little bitch noisily sucking her husband's cock in
the same room,
bobbing her head so frantically that her long golden hair swirled
as though in a
high wind.
"Ooooh, baby," he moaned. "What a great mouth you've got!"
Frank was kneading Joanne's beautiful tits and rocking his hips to
fill her
throat.
Frank tangled his hands in her long golden hair, clenching them
into fists as his
excitement increased. He tugged her silky hair, yanking her head
back and forth,
rasping deep grunts of lecherous delight as he fucked her young
face.
Joanne seemed to love it. She made delighted cooing noises in her
throat and
caressed his balls with wavering fingertips. Frank reached down
and gave her firm
tits a squeeze, then he laced his hands back of her head and
roared as his cock
twitched and spurted jism into her throat.
Joanne slurped and swallowed his cum, her throat writhing.
Angela watched the cords in the girl's neck strain with the
tension of ecstasy,
how her flesh rippled lewdly and how her fingers kept teasing
Frank's balls to get
more cream.
It made Angela sick with disgust and that pleased Frank as much as
fucking the
sexy young teen in the face.
"Hhhmmm, baby, that was great!" he said when she'd sucked him dry.
"You get better
everytime I
"I fuck better too," Joanne said slyly. "Want to stick your cock
in my pussy now?"
"Or maybe your ass. I love them both, you know."
"Take your choice, Frank. I'm yours now." "I know that,
sweetheart. And what a
luscious little dish you are! Come here." He clasped his hands on
her ass cheeks
and lifted her as a child would a doll.
Joanne giggled anxiously, spreading her legs to wrap them around
his waist. She
hugged his neck in a fevered embrace and he lifted her high enough
to be seated on
the head of his cock.
Angela saw that his cock was still hard and throbbing with lewd
strength and she
felt a chilling pang of envy.
He let Joanne down slowly, slipping his cock deeper and deeper
into her blonde
fringed cunt hole.
"Oooh, you're got to be the sweetest, hottest little cunt I ever
fucked. You're
like a virgin to me everytime!"
"Oooh, Frank. You must have fucked me fifty times by now. How can
I still feel
like a virgin to you?"
"Because your pussy is so sleek and tight, just like it was when I
popped your
cherry!"
"Oh, I'll never forget that! What a thrill it was to have a
handsome grown man
want to fuck me!"
"And mine is the only cock you want, right?" He supported her
little ass and
fucked her delightedly while standing up, both of them swaying on
his strong legs.
"Yes, darling! You're the only man I want! Mmmm, I just love what
your cock does
to me when we fuck this way!"
"Glad you aren't like some cheating sluts I've known," he said.
Frank glared
sharply at Angela as he spoke and watched her cringe.
"That kind of woman can't keep a man for long," Joanne said, "and
I don't want to
lose you, Frank!"
"You won't, baby. Not as long as you fuck this hot, ark! fuck only
me!"
"Frank?" she purred in a kittenish tone of voice. "Will you fuck
your finger up my
ass? I like to have something in both of my holes at once..
"I've got an even better idea. Angela, come here!"
"Yes?" Angela answered distractedly. The way the girl clung to him
with arms and
legs locked in a lewd embrace disgusted her.
"Yes, Mr. Whitmire," Frank reminded her sternly. "Get down on your
knees and
tonguefuck Joanne's ass for me."
"No," she said flatly.
"Then pack your things and get the hell out of my house!"
"It's as much mine as yours."
"But you can't pay for it, and if I tell a judge what you've done
with our son,
your room will be one at the county jail."
Angela stood fuming, trying to make up her mind. She hated the
thought of having
to help excite Frank's young whore, but she dreaded even more what
might happen if
she failed to please him.
With an anguished sigh she sank to her knees.
Frank pushed Joanne's petite little ass right up to her face. It
bobbed and quaked
from his fevered cock thrusts into her cunt.
"Kiss it, bitch!" He parted Joanne's ass cheeks with the hands
that supported her
weight.
Angela gritted her teeth.
The blonde giggled and squirmed anxiously.
"I've never had a tongue up my ass before. I'm going to love it,
Frank!"
"That's what a maid is for, to keep my little blonde baby happy.
Anything you want
from her, you just give the order."
"Mmmm," she cooed. "Will she suck my cunt too?"
"Anytime you want. If she doesn't, I'll kick her ass out in the
street. And she
better get busy with your sexy little ass right now or that's
what's going to
happen!"
Fuming, Angela leaned forward, her lips puckered in disgust. She
kissed Joanne's
taut ass crack timidly, her lips cringing.
The young blonde had a sweet, mild taste and the rim of her
asshole was soft pink
like a baby's lips. Angela felt a lewd shiver of excitement. She
hated the girl
and how Frank used Joanne to punish and torment her, but she eyed
the blonde's
cute and sexy little ass. In fact, Angela wondered if there was
anything about sex
that she wouldn't enjoy in some way.
She puckered her soft lips and planted a passionate sucking kiss
on Joanne's
shitter. She whirled her tongue around the pink rim and then she
wiggled it in.
"Hhhooowheee!" the blonde wailed. "I love that! Do it again,
Angela! Fuck my ass
with your big tongue!"
She did, and she reached up to feel the girl's firm, sharp young
tits and fondle
her nipples at the same time.
"Mmm, that's even better. Keep it up, Angela! Uuuungh!"
"You like having a maid?" Frank asked.
"I love it! When you cum in me this time, I'm going to make her
suck my pussy
clean for you!"
"Good idea, baby. I like your young cunt best when it's sweet and
fresh as the
first time!"
"Angela will bathe me and brush my hair too," she decided. "I know
you like to
have it long and sleek and shimmering soft, but brushing my long
hair is so much
work that my little arms get tired."
"They aren't tired now, not the way they hug my neck."
"That's what I'm going to save my strength for, Frank. To hug you
while we fuck!"
Angela tried to concentrate on tongue fucking Joanne's sexy young
ass. Her asshole
gripped and squeezed her tongue, pulsing with lewd tremors of
delight.
"Oooh, Frank! She's making my ass so anxious. After you've fucked
my pussy, will
you fuck me again from behind?"
"Sure, baby! You're cute and sexy enough to keep my cock hard for
hours!" He
drilled and pumped her hard enough to make Joanne cry out in
delight. That rammed
her ass into Angela's face. She could almost feel the throb of
Frank's cock in the
way it made the blonde's ass writhe.
"Oooh, Frank! I'm cumming! It's sooo great with you in my cunt and
her tongue in
my ass. I'm going to have a double climax better than ever
before!"
"Go, baby! Go, because I'm cumming too. The way your sweet young
cunt milks my
prick is just too much!"
"Cum, Frank! I love your hot jism. It feels so good gushing into
me!"
He was fucking her hard and fast, jarring Angela almost senseless
when he rammed
Joanne's ass into her face. Angela gasped mournfully, forced to
give pleasure but
denied it for herself.
When they both howled their lewd orgasmic cries, Angela's face was
a mask of
sadness and she began to sob. Frank ignored her and carried Joanne
to the freshly
made bed. They sprawled together, his cock still rooted inside
Joanne's pussy to
feel the joyous aftershocks of a great double climax.
They hugged, passionately for several minutes, arms and legs
intertwined. They
kissed, their tongues darting back and forth while Angela remained
alone on her
knees at the foot of the bed, crying her heart out.
Frank smiled. "Angela, bring a washcloth and a towel from the
bathroom."
"All right," she moaned grudgingly.
"Not, all right. Yes, Mr. Whitmire... have you got that, you
stupid bitch?"
"Yes, Mr. Whitmire!" She spit the words like cobra venom.
"And be happy about it or your fat ass goes into the street!"
"My ass is not fat! I've got a better body than your little blonde
tramp will ever
have!"
"A maid who talks back is asking to get her fat ass kicked," Frank
said sharply.
"Now get the damp cloth and towel, and be damn quick about it!"
"Yes, Mr. Whitmire," she said glumly, leaving for the bathroom in
a fuming rage of
humiliation.
When she returned a moment later with what he'd asked for, Frank
said: "Now wash
my cock."
She gulped. "Yes, sir."
But it was torture to have to handle her husband's cock knowing it
had just fucked
the lewd little bitch who was looking on, and that he was so
anxious to fuck her
again.
Angela wiped his cock clean, then she dried him., feeling his cock
throb anxiously
for the blonde young enough to have been his own daughter. It was
torture for her,
and that was why Frank demanded it.
"Now get some of that lubricating jelly," he told her. "Joanne's
little ass is so
hot and tight, my cock has to be real slick to even fit in.
Angela was biting her lip to keep from crying out in disgust. She
got the tube she
kept in a drawer of the bedside table.
Joanne looked up and saw there was also a long vibrator shaped
like a double-ended
cock in the drawer.
"Bring that twin dick thing too!" the blonde exclaimed. "Seeing it
gives me a
great idea!"
Angela brought the double-ended vibrator too. It was something
she'd bought when
Frank wasn't able to satisfy her increasing desire. One end was
like a circumcised
cock, the other complete with a rubbery foreskin.
"I want the end that's most like you, Frank." Joanne took the
circumcised end,
turned it on and worked it into her wet young cunt. "Mmmm, I like
how it makes me
tingle all over inside!"
Joanne stretched out beside Frank with the other half of the
buzzing vibrator
sticking up.
"Now I want you to grease my cock too," she said.
Angela did as she was told, hating them both and wondering what
the girl had in
mind.
Touching Frank's cock made her hand tremble like the vibrator. But
she managed to
smooth the lubricant on his cock and the artificial one too.
"Now lay down on the bed," Joanne told her. "On your face, bitch.
And lift your
skirt up in back. Bare that luscious fat ass of yours."
Angela grimaced. "No, I won't! Not for you!"
"You bare it or I'll boot it!" Frank snarled. "All right, all
right!" Angela
shuddered and raised her, skirt as she lay down.
"I'm going to fuck her ass while you're fucking mine," the girl
said to her
adoring older man.
"What a good idea!" Frank exclaimed. "You are such a lovely, lewd
little delight!"
Joanne giggled and guided the buzzing exposed end of the vibrator
to the rim of
Angela's asshole.
"No," Angela cried. "I don't like that. Not in my ass. Aaagggh!"
The blonde clenched her tight cunt on her half of the buzzing cock
and rammed the
greased tip into Angela's quaking ass. "Oh, she's going to be such
a soft warm
pillow for me to lie on while you fuck my ass, Frank!"
"She's all yours, baby. Rape her ass with that big buzzer!"
Joanne sighed anxiously and bobbed her hips, pumping the
artificial cock in and
out of Angela's ass.
Angela groaned from the shame of being forced to submit to such a
thing, but she
found shivering excitement in having that vibrator wedged deep in
her asshole.
Frank got around behind her and aimed his greased cock at Joanne's
pink-lipped
asshole as it bobbed. He pressed down and bored into her ass. She
cried shrilly,
her ass wringing in tormented delight.
Sandwiched between the estranged husband and wife, Joanne had his
cock up her ass
and the dildo buzzing in her tender young cunt. It was a double
thrill of rapture.
When she pumped her hips to fuck into Angela's ass, it also
increased the
pleasures Frank gave her from behind.
"I love to fuck and be fucked at the same time," Joanne purred.
Frank chuckled. "You get whatever you want, baby!"
"I want to feel her big tits too."
"Go ahead. Just reach under her and rip her blouse if you have to.
Tomorrow we'll
get her some maid's uniforms . . that's all she's going to be
wearing from now
on."
"Hhhmmm, she does have a nice pair of tits. I'm going to love
playing with them
whenever I want!"
"And I love playing with you," Frank said fondly.
When he fucked deep into the blonde's ass, he could feel the muted
tingle of the
vibrator humming in her pussy just beyond the thin veil of flesh
between. It made
his cock throb delightedly.
Joanne ripped the front of Angela's blouse just to get it out of
the way. And she
broke her bra clasp in her haste to feel Angela's lush tits stark
naked. She loved
kneading and squeezing the creamy big tits and she was none to
gentle about it.
Angela shuddered and squirmed, wishing in more ways than one that
the lewd little
blonde had not come between Frank and herself. His being so near
and yet so far
removed was sheer torture for her.
It made Angela regret all she'd done to drive him away. And she
wondered if Frank
would ever want to fuck her again. If only she could think of some
way to get
Joanne out of his life, there might be a chance.
She was thinking about that when the three of them came to a
climax together. That
disrupted her scheming thoughts in a most delightful manner, but
the idea still
lingered in the back of Angela's mind.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The next three days were an agony of frustration for Angela. Frank
and Joanne
fucked long and hard during the night while she lay alone in what
had been Danny's
bed. She didn't even have the vibrator for consolation. The horny
little blonde
kept that for her own pleasure.
Frank had to work all day. That left the two women alone, Angela
dressed in her
new maids uniform-a black nylon mini-dress with a little white
lace-trimmed apron.
When Joanne felt horny, she, used Angela as one might a rubber
fuck doll. The rest
of the time she delighted in thinking up things for her to do.
Angela was down on her hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor
when the
doorbell rang on the afternoon of the fourth day.
Joanne stood up. "I'll get it."
Joanne had been in the backyard sunning herself in a tiny string
bikini. Her
flawless young skin was tanned golden bronze and a lot of tit
showed.
The young man at the door gawked at her iii delighted surprise:
"Oh, wow! What are
you doing here?"
"I live here," Joanne said sweetly. "What are you doing here?"
"Er, well . . . I live here too. That is, I did. I'm Danny
Whitmire."
"Oooh, Danny!" Angela had heard his voice and came running.
Joanne barked sternly: "Get back to work, Angela! No one called
for you."
Danny looked curious. "Hey, what's with that maid's outfit, Mom?"
"Your father has come home," Angela explained bleakly. "This is
the only way he'll
let me stay. He sleeps with Joanne."
"Oh, ho! Well, my dad sure can pick 'em, I'll say that. You are
the sexiest little
number I've seen in a long, long time."
"What happened with you and Yvonne?" Angela asked.
Danny shrugged. "Oh, she picked up this high-roller and gave me
the boot. But I
didn't care. I was getting bored with her.''
Joanne looked him up and down, obviously attracted to his young
and virile-looking
body. Danny had developed a lot of confidence in himself in the
last several days
and that added a subtle aura of sex appeal that she found
irresistible.
"Danny, would you like a cold beer?" Joanne asked.
"Yeah, that sounds great."
"Angela, get Danny a beer. Bring one for Danny."
As she turned toward the kitchen, a scowl creased Angela's soft
features. Angela
had grown to dislike waiting on her son before, now it was even
worse with a
little blonde snip of a girl giving orders.
If Danny had any sympathy for her at all, it didn't show. His eyes
and all his
attention were on Joanne.
"So you're the young guy who seduced his own mother," Joanne said
coyly when the
two of them were alone on the patio.
"Yeah," Danny said with a lewd grin. It had been more the other
way around, her
seducing him, but he didn't bother to correct her false
impression.
Angela dutifully brought two chilled cans of beer, still fuming in
a sullen rage.
"Bring glasses, Angela. Only peasants drink beer right out of the
can."
"Yes, madam," she said as she'd been taught, turning in a huff.
Danny grinned, watching her depart. "She got to liking my cock
because it's bigger
than dad's."
"A lot bigger?" Joanne asked with eyes twinkling brightly.
"Some." Danny's smile was anything but modest, and it intrigued
her.
"Show me." Danny balked a moment, suddenly uncertain.
Angela came back then with the glasses and poured their beer. By
the time she
departed again, he'd recovered his cool.
Grinning lewdly, Danny loosened his fly and whipped out his hot
young prick. His
cock was hard and throbbing, brought to full erection by the sight
of the young
blonde in her sexy string bikini.
"Oooh, that is a nice one!"
Angela watched from inside the sliding glass door. The sun glinted
off the glass
in a way that kept them from seeing her, but she had a perfectly
clear view.
"Would you like me to suck it off for you?" Joanne asked
anxiously. "I'm really
horny, and Frank's at work all day- "Sure, why not?"
The width of Danny's lewd grin increased. Having lost out with
Yvonne, he was
ready for some action. And getting sucked off by his father's sexy
blonde mistress
was just the boost his battered ego required.
"Yyyuuummm!" she purred, bending low, lips quivering with
anticipation.
Angela grinned spitefully and walked to the telephone. She dialed
Frank's number
at work.
When he came on the line, she said: "This is Angela. . .the maid."
"Yes, Angela?" Frank's temper was short. He didn't like being
bothered on the job,
especially by his ex-wife.
"Danny has come home," she said. "Yvonne threw him over, but your
little Joanne is
a lot more interested."
"What!"
"They're out on the patio right now, and she's sucking his cock!"
"God damn him. God damn her!" Frank slammed down the phone.
Angela grinned slyly. "Mission accomplished."
"Oooh, Danny! You've got such a beautiful big cock!" Joanne licked
her lips that
were glowing with jism. "And I can't believe how long and hard it
cums. I didn't
think I would be able to swallow all you shot into me.
"There's more where that came from, baby. How would you like to
have another big
load pumped into your tender young cunt?"
"I'd like that, Danny. I'd like it a lot!" She shed her bikini
just by pulling two
strings.
Danny laid the back of the chaise lounge down flat and began
taking off his
clothes.
Joanne was lying down and waiting for him with her legs spread by
the time he'd
undressed.
"I can't, wait to feel your big cock in me," she cooed anxiously.
"And I can't wait to get it in!" Danny dropped to his knees
between her legs and
gazed fondly at her golden-haired pussy. He stroked his meaty
cockhead up and down
in her narrow pussy, bringing a sigh and a rush of succulent fuck
honey.
He circled his cock around her tender little clit bud.
Joanne gasped anxiously and arched her back. "Ooooh, Danny, drive
it into me!"
Sure thing, sweetheart! What a tight little hole you've got!"
"I'm glad you like it! I've been so anxious to try a hot young
prick. Your dad's
is nice, but I'd like yours even better!"
Danny was easing his cock into her, taking his time, savoring the
taut but sleek
friction of her snug pussy.
"Aaahhh," he moaned, rooted to the hilt. "Your tight cunt really
makes my cock
throb."
"Yes, I can feel it! Fuck me, Danny! Oooh, I want you!"
"I want you too!" He jackhammered his cock up and down with speed
and youthful
vigor that left her gasping.
"Your father has never fucked me that hard!" she gasped with a
wince of joy.
"More, Danny! I love it! Fuck me as hard as you can!"
He answered with a grunt and a twisting thrust of his cock.
Joanne's petite young
body writhed and her cunt heaved with exquisite undulations. She
arched and
twisted to meet his next screw-like plunge.
Danny leaned down and kissed her trembling lips, pushing his
tongue into her mouth
as his hands capped her gorgeous firm tits and squeezed. He sucked
on her tongue
and the shock of pleasure she felt drove her wild.
Her arms curled around his neck. Her legs kicked up and scissored
around his
waist.
"Ride 'em cowboy!" she squealed, writhing her hips as he lifted
her body.
He hadn't fucked since early this morning, so Danny was really
hot, and Joanne was
so willing to receive all he could give. She groaned when he
pushed his cock in
and shrilled anxiously when he drew back.. Her pussy clamped on
his prick and
shivered ecstatically, gripping harder as the throes of her climax
began.
Danny felt the rippling contractions deep in her pussy. Like
rolling waves of wet
hot flesh, they climbed his cock shaft. She grunted with him and
spun her hips to
help ream the mouth of her sleek cunt.
His balls slapped her ass like two swaying battering rams. Each
thrust jarred his
swelling load of jism. Cum steamed and surged, rising up to the
base of his cock.
He clamped and hissed, his eyes narrowed by the strain of trying
to hold back. It
was the best part of sex for him, that marvelous tension. His
muscles quaked, and
then Danny had to let go.
His voice roared and his cock heaved, firing a creamy jet that
shot deep.
Joanne screamed, drumming her heels on her ass. "More! More!
Ooooh, I love the
feel of cum in me and you have so much!"
Joanne's pussy wrung his gushing cock, slithering as her pliant
cunt filled with
cum.
"I can feel it bubbling right up to my pussy lips!" she moaned.
"Up and out, baby. I'm going to keep fucking you until it runs
down to the crack
of your ass!"
"Yes! Oh, slick my shitter with your hot jism. Then you can fuck
me through the
backdoor. You'll like my ass, Danny. It's tighter and hotter than
a climaxing
pussy!"
"If it's tighter than your cunt right now, it'll peel the skin
right off my cock!"
Joanne's grinding contractions grew stronger. Her teeth clenched,
her eyes
fluttered and then a scream of lewd passion exploded from her
lips. She bucked in
a frenzy of joy and finally drained Danny's cock.
The two of them lay gasping.
Danny stroked her tits gently now, and Joanne enjoyed the fading
aftershocks of
her great orgasm. Slowly, their racing hearts and ragged breaths
settled back into
a normal rhythm.
Then he heard a car door, slam.
Danny leaped up. "Oh, Jee-zus!" He grabbed frantically for his
clothes.
"Danny, what's the matter? Don't you want to fuck my ass?"
"I do, but not right now. That's my dad's car. I recognize the
sound, and by the
way
he slammed that door, I'd say he's really pissed!"
"Oooh!" Joanne slipped on her bikini top and fumbled nervously,
trying to tie the
knot.
Before Frank had stalked the whole length of the house, both of
them were dressed.
At least Danny had his pants on. He hadn't bothered with his
shirt, shoes or
socks, but that was natural enough for a guy who was supposed to
be sunning
himself and enjoying a beer.
They were sitting primly apart, Joanne on the chaise, Danny in a
lawn chair ten
feet away.
Frank burst onto the patio. "What the, hell is going on here?"
Danny managed a puzzled grin of innocence. "What do you mean,
dad?" Then he raised
his glass. "Oh, this-Joanne and I were just having a beer. I
didn't think you'd
mind."
"The beer I don't mind too much, but Angela said she was sucking
your cock!"
"Noooo!" Danny shook his head. "We weren't doing anything except
talking. Mom's
just trying to get back in your good graces by making trouble for
me."
"Is that right?" Frank demanded.
Angela had followed Frank onto the patio.
"I-I told you what I saw, Mr. Whitmire. Joanne sucked his cock and
swallowed his
cum, then Danny fucked her there on the chaise lounge."
Joanne's face paled despite her bronze tan. She glanced down
between her legs,
fearful that some of Danny's cum might have spotted the
upholstery. Luckily there
were no obvious signs.
Danny scowled. "She's lying. Just look at her."
Angela did have an enigmatic grin on her lips. In a strangely calm
and formal
voice, she said: "Mr. Whitmire, do you remember the camera your
wife gave you last
Christmas? The one that takes instant color pictures?"
"Yes."
"Then look at these." She handed him a stack of color prints.
Danny caught just a glimpse of the top one. "Ooooh, shit!"
He leaped out of his chair, sprinting toward the back fence. He
climbed it in a
panic and dropped out of sight on the other side while Frank's
gaze remained
locked on the pictures he was thumbing through.
With Danny gone Joanne had to take the full heat of his wrath..
"You little bitch!" he growled. "You faithless, cheating cunt!
Fucking my own son
behind my back!"
"Frank, I can explain-"
"Do it on your way out the door, but don't expect me to listen."
"Wh-what?"
"Do I have to spell it for you? Out! O-U-T! Get your ass out of my
house and out
of my sight!"
"Oooh, Frank," she moaned, blubbering and trying to think of
something to say.
"If you don't move your ass, I'm going to kick it!"
"All right!" Joanne leaped up and ran to get her things together.
Angela waited until the girl was inside the house, then she spread
her arms.
"Frank . ."
He turned and his lips curled. "You get your ass out of here too!
I've had it with
cheating sluts! I don't even want you around as a maid!"
"But, Frank, I'm the one who told you!"
"You're also the bitch that started all this!" He whirled and
launched a vicious
kick at her ass, but Angela was already moving away from him. He
barely grazed her
bountiful behind.
Angela and Joanne went down the front steps together, both of them
in tears.
"I guess we've both had it," Angela said bleakly.
Joanne nodded. She had slipped a dress on over her bikini, grabbed
her purse and
left. Angela hadn't even paused to do that. She left the house
still wearing her
maid's uniform, fearful of what Frank might do if she lingered.
"The question is, what do we do now?" Angela was mainly asking
herself.
"I've got just about enough for cab fare to get-home," Joanne
said. "At least my
father will take me back."
"Lucky you! I'm heading for the Rescue Mission on foot."
The young blonde hesitated a moment as they reached the sidewalk.
Then she said
tentatively: "Angela, would you like to come home with me?"
Angela laughed and shook her head. "You and I are not exactly the
best of
friends."
"I know I was mean to you, but that was to please Frank. I could
be nicer to you.
A lot nicer!"
"Well, I don't think your parents would welcome a stranger."
"There's just my father," she said. "We usually have a maid, but
we don't right
now. I know I could gets you the job if you want it."
"Well . . . " Angela was considering her other prospects, a
charity soup kitchen
and trying to get a job with Max at the diner after not showing up
when she said
she would. "Maybe being a maid isn't so bad after all."
"Good!" Joanne said, "Come on, we should be able to hail a cab at
the corner."
"Your father must be quite well-to-do if you have a maid most of
the time," Angela
said as they hurried along.
"Well-to-do?" The petite blonde almost laughed. "What he carries
in his pocket
would make any man well to-do. What he has in the bank would make
your eyes pop!
You've heard of Dayton Industries?"
"Who hasn't?"
"Well, my dad is Glen Dayton. The top man and majority
stockholder. The kind who
can trade in his car when the ash tray gets full."
"Ooooh, I don't think I could be a maid for anyone that important.
Didn't our
senator visit him a week or so ago?"
"Both of them, Angela, but that's no big deal. Daddy buys
politicians like you buy
a new lipstick. He loans them his yacht or one of the company jets
when he wants a
favor."
"I'd be frightened of a man with so much power," Angela said.
Joanne laughed. "Why? He's just my dad. He's a nice guy when he
isn't working."
"If he's so nice, why did you run away?"
She shrugged and swirled her long golden hair. "Because he's
almost always
working. Since my mom died ten years ago he's practically lived at
the office."
What the girl didn't say was that she hoped meeting Angela would
change that for
the better. Her father liked lush, ripe-bodied women with big
tits.
CHARTER NINE
Angela waited tensely in the maid's quarters at the rear of Glen
Dayton's hilltop
estate. The three rooms were almost as large as the house Frank
had told her to
leave. A bedroom, kitchen and bath.
The bedroom window looked out on an acre of lawn, a swimming pool,
tennis courts
and a stable. She remembered then that one of Glen Dayton's
business interests was
raising thoroughbred race horses.
Angela trembled in anticipation. Joanne said she would talk to her
father and the
rest would be a mere formality. Still her heart leaped when he
walked into the
room.
Dayton was well over six feet tall. His head barely cleared the
door frame. Like a
lot of tall men, he ducked a little from instinct. His dark hair
was almost pure
silver at the temples and streaked with a metallic sheen
throughout. His eyes were
deep blue and intense, but not at all cold looking. Angela thought
she saw a
glimmer of interest in them as he straightened again to full
height.
"Hi, I'm Glen Dayton." He smiled and extended a hand big enough to
have crushed a
one-pound coffee can.
"An-Angela Whitmire," she replied.
"My daughter recommends you highly," he said, sitting down
casually on the edge of
the bed. "But I make all the important decisions around here, so I
wanted to talk
to you myself."
"Of course." Angela felt so embarrassed. Her voice creaked like a
rusty hinge.
Dayton was the most distinguished and impressively handsome man
she'd ever seen.
He looked her up and down with the cool eye of a real-estate
appraiser.
"I find you quite attractive," he said simply.
"Thank you, sir."
"My name is Glen."
"All right, thank you, Glen."
He grinned. "Suppose I told you that I want to conduct the rest of
this interview
in bed?"
"I would have to say, no thank you," she replied, her voice still
quaking. "I've
been through that before. Not a job I wanted as much as this one,
but-"
"Joanne told me. Apparently you two had quite a talk in the cab."
Angela was
pacing the floor nervously. Dayton patted the edge of the bed
beside him. "Please
sit down, you're starting to make me nervous."
She settled beside him, but not too close, and she sat wringing
her hands. Glen
put his arms in a intimate gesture.
"I know you've been through a lot," he said, "and I understand
most of it. I've
wanted to fuck that sexy little witch daughter of mine since she
sprouted tits. If
I didn't spend so much time working, I'm sure I would have long
before this."
Angela gave him a faint little smile. "Working can't provide the
kind of relief
you need."
"Well," he said, blushing a little, "it does help to have a
beautiful secretary in
most of the major cities."
"And some marvelously talented whore in places where Dayton
Industries doesn't
have offices yet," he went on. "I have fucked at least one
beautiful woman in
every industrialized nation on the face of this earth. And several
in developing
nations-"
"I'm not impressed."
"Good, neither am I. All that fucking and no real affection. I
haven't had that
since my wife died."
"She was faithful to you?"
"Oh, hell no! She probably fucked more than I do-presidents, prime
ministers,
movie actors. Shit, she had them all . . . but we always had each
other to come
back to, and that's what I miss so much."
He hugged her warmly, thinking back to better times.
Angela felt something shoot through her veins like a blazing
lightning bolt.
"Glen, a man who is loving and kind might be able to seduce."
"Really?" He acted innocent but knew damn well.
Smiling, he kissed the side of her neck and nibbled down to her
collar bone.
Angela gasped.
He swept her hair aside and kissed her ear, burrowing into it with
his tongue tip.
Angela shivered, her body feeling hot and chilling cold at the
same time.
Glen cupped a hand over one creamy soft tit made firm by the sleek
black nylon of
her tight-fitting maid's dress. His other hand began opening the
buttons down the
back. For a man with such large hands, he was amazingly deft.
The top of her uniform opened, her bra strap came unclasped and
Angela sighed
expectantly.
Glen tossed the bra aside and pulled the top of her dress down to
her waist. For a
moment he just gazed longingly at her luscious tits, his tongue
circling his lips.
"What a gorgeous ripe body you have!" She took that as high
praise from a man who
had fucked so many beautiful women.
He pressed on her shoulders and eased Angela down on her back,
lying across the
bed with her feet still touching the floor.
"Lift up," he urged. "I want to take your dress off."
Angela arched and he slid the rustling black nylon down around her
ankles. She
kicked free of it and lay sighing, her anxious heart pulsing blood
to her nipples
and pussyhole at a frenzied rate.
Glen fondled her tits again, caressing them with his large hands.
He could embrace
the whole of each creamy tit cone, and squeezing gently made her
dark nipples
bulge between his thumb and forefinger.
He kissed one tit then the other, stroking them with his tongue.
Tremors of joy
spread downward from her nipples and fanned out. Angela moaned
breathlessly as the
tingling heat began to spread.
Glen sucked her nipples until they gorged with blood and felt like
burning embers.
He sucked, able to pull more creamy soft tit into his large mouth
than any man had
before.
Angela loved it. He knew her past and it didn't matter. He treated
her with
affection, not like a servant or a slave. With her large nipple
pressed hard
against the back of his mouth, she gasped.
Waves of heated motion rolled up from the depths of her cunt.
Enough time had
passed since Max had ravaged her with his huge cock so that her
pussy was sleek
and anxious again.
Glen caught the rising scent of her desire. It was rich and
pungent. He breathed
deep and nibbled down her heaving belly.
He'd left her sleek black panties on because he liked to start on
a pussy snugly
sheathed in shimmering veil. His mouth opened wide to engulf her
whole pussy
mound.
Angela's voice shrilled excitedly.
His tongue teased the puffed lips of her cunt, gliding smoothly on
slinky black
nylon. Glen pressed between her pussy lips and strained her
panties with his
probing tongue.
Simmering dampness flowed to wet her crotch. He sucked hard,
stirring with his
tongue. She gasped, arching her back as her cunt writhed in
delight.
He pulled her panties down and tongued her delicious cunt with
nothing between
them now.
The bruises Max had left by fucking her brutally hard with his
monster cock had
faded and her pussy was ripe again for stimulation.
Glen did it expertly, sucking on her wet cunt lips while his
tongue stroked
between them. He found her meaty clit in a simmering flow of cunt
gravy and
narrowed the pull of his lips to focus on it.
Angela gasped. Glen's thumbs whirled her nipples and his tongue
spiraled around
her clit with exactly the same rhythm. Triple shocks of delighted
anticipation
shook her lush body.
She breathed in quick and shallow gasps. Her softly curved figure
tensed, muscles
trembling, pores seeping a sheen of warm sweat. Angela had never
felt such heat
before. The room felt like a sauna..
"I'm going to have to let up for a moment and take my clothes
off," he said. "Use
your hands to keep your pussy and tits hot for me."
"Mmmm," Angela purred. She knew her body well, but she had never
stimulated
herself in front of a man before.
Glen obviously enjoyed watching her. His blue eyes focused on the
finger whirling
her clit while he undressed. That would show him the rhythm and
kind of stroking
she liked best. No man knows a woman's body better than she knows
it herself.
Naked, he rejoined her and they turned on the bed.
Angela's eyes had been shut during the intense pleasure of self-
stimulation, and
now that Glen was lying naked beside her, she didn't want to open
them. Everything
so far seemed perfect, but she thought his cock might be a
disappointment.
She decided to feel instead. Her nerves were all tingling and
sharply aware of
sensation. His body was practically hairless, the rippled muscles
of his chest
smooth and firm beneath her touch.
Fingers curled and teased around his nipples, and she felt them
swell hard. Glen
sighed ecstatically.
"Few women seem to know how exciting that is for a man," he
remarked.
Angela grinned, raising her head but still not wanting to open her
eyes. She
leaned over him and pressed her soft lips into the hollow of his
chest between her
two hands.
Swaying side-to-side, she kissed one nipple and then the other,
sucking on them
just as she would on a woman's softer breasts.
Glen moaned and twisted his powerful frame. She loved being able
to give him such
pleasure. While stroking one nipple and sucking the other, she
slipped her free
hand down to his crotch.
The wedge of hair around the root of his cock felt soft, almost as
silky as fur.
She liked that and teased her fingers in it, still slightly
fearful of touching
his cock. Angela could feel the radiating warmth of it so near her
hand.
Slowly she reached over and curled her hand around the base of his
upright and
throbbing cock. Her lips parted and a sharp gasping sound was
sucked in.
Glen's cock was as thick and hard as what Max had given her so
cruelly. She could
barely close her hand around it and her fingers trembled.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing. I'm just surprised, that's all."
"You wouldn't be, if you'd open your eyes."
"I'd rather find out this way." She inched her hand up the long
shaft, feeling the
thickness of his prick that pulsed with anxious desire.
Glen's cock had to be over a foot long, a match for what Max had
given her. Angela
fingered the bulging head of his cock when she'd reached up that
far.
"Oooohhhh," she moaned.
"Is that, Oh, I like to or oh, I'm afraid!"
"I think it's oh, I'm both." Angela opened her eyes then and
blinked, gazing in
awe at the towering pillar of fuck muscle she held in her hand.
"It's huge!" she gasped.
"Sometimes I think it's too big. I haven't found a woman yet who
could swallow the
whole thing and enjoy it."
"I'd certainly like to try!" Angela beamed him a warm grin and
leaned over. Max
and
Glen were of the same proportions, but she had no fear of this
man, only a strong
desire to please him.
Angela circled her lips and sucked in his bulging cockhead,
swirling her tongue
excitedly around its swollen ridge. She licked the clefted
underside and teased
his big cum slit at the tip.
"Mmmmmmmm," he said, stretching and arching slightly to urge more
cock into her
anxious mouth.
Angela worked her soft lips to pull him in. She was able to keep
her throat more
relaxed now that she wasn't shivering with fear.
His big padded cockhead pressed to the back of her mouth and she
kept sticking.
She tilted her head to align her throat right, feeling something
like a
sword-swallower.
Her head pressed down, throat heaving as his cock filled the
fleshy tube and
strained its pliant walls. Desire subdued the instinct to gag.
Glen's cock entered
her throat smoothly and he lay gasping in stunned delight.
No woman before had done it so easily or with so much obvious
pleasure. Her soft
reaching lips burrowed into his mat of silvered cock hair and the
wringing sheath
of her throat embraced his whole prick.
Glen Dayton sighed in sheer ecstasy, knowing that he'd found a
treasure no amount
of
money would buy. Angela's head bobbed up and down, lips and tongue
swirling. Her
hands cupped his balls and she began to finger them lightly,
stirring the heated
load they contained.
He arched higher as though lifted by the steaming pressure in his
ball sac. She
obviously expected and wanted him to cum in her throat and nothing
could have
pleased him more.
Angela steeled herself for a searing hot blast, her throat
wringing and anxious.
Her velvety smooth suction and endearing caresses quickly loosened
his heavy load.
Glen tensed and held his breath, straining to enjoy just another
second of
delightful anticipation. Then the heated surging of his balls
overcame his
resistance. Cum jetted from the cock so deep in her throat like a
fountainhead.
Angela gulped, Sucking it down, and that motion increased his
pleasure. Her
ripping throat delighted every nerve on the shaft of his cock.
She took one fiery wet blast after another, her head bobbing. Cum
she couldn't
swallow fast enough rose in her throat. It filled her mouth and
sheened on her
lips. Angela loved the taste and syrupy salt-sweet taste. Glen's
jism was a
delicious treat, something she knew she had to have more of.
His expression remained one of excruciating delight until the last
feeble gush of
cum dribbled from his cock to vanish in sleek suction. Then he lay
gasping, a
satisfied man,
"You amaze me," he said fondly.
"I only want to please you."
"Is your pussy as anxious and willing as your mouth?"
"Even more," she assured him.
"Then let's get started before my cock cools down." He pushed
Angela on to her
back and swung into a crouch between her legs.
Her eyes held on his enormous cock. Wet with cum and spit, his
prick had a silvery
sheen. The heavy veins pulsed anxiously, bulging the big knob and
straining the
shaft steely hard.
Glen bridged over her on hands and knees, guiding the head of his
long prick by
instinct. His cock settled in the soft wet mouth of her cunt and
filled it
completely, parting the lips and pressing on her clit.
"Hhhooo," she gushed anxiously.
The sleek tube of her fuck tunnel seethed and churned to produce
wetness. He
pushed in slowly at first, watching how that made her wince.
Angela's teeth
clenched hard, her breath hissed like escaping steam.
"Ooooh, God! It's so big! So beautiful!" "I'm glad you like it.
Some women are
more frightened than pleased."
"Some fear only adds to my excitement!"
"Good, because I'm really-anxious to fuck your cunt!"
"Do it, Glen. Fuck me full! Ooooh, let me have every hot inch of
that big fucker!"
He pushed in more cock and Angela felt the strain. She shuddered
then, recalling
how Max had literally fucked the shit out of her. She hated to
think that might
happen again. Her ass clenched tight as her pussy flexed and
surged.
Glen bored in another few inches and kissed her, sliding his
tongue into her
mouth. She tasted the tang of her own fuck honey on him and he
tasted the cum that
had filled her mouth.
Their lips sealed, tongues darting back and forth in lewd sensory
delight. His
cock bottomed in her and made Angela's eyes widen. Shooting pains
of pleasure
tensed her nerves and almost stopped her breathing.
"I love it! My pussy has never been so wonderfully full!"
"And my cock has never had such a warm, wringing welcome." Glen
began to pump his
hips, slowly at first, but picking up speed. A cock the length of
his took a
deliciously long time to complete one gliding stroke.
Angela shivered joyously as he thrust in and withdrew.
"It's heaven!" she cried. "Sheer bliss! Fuck me, Glen! Give me the
best climax of
my whole life."
"Just the best in your life so far," he said. "I'm going to want
you again, you
know."
"Oh, I hope so. As often as you want!"
He grunted anxiously and fucked a little faster, loving the way
her pussy squirmed
and applied rippling wet friction so lovingly.
His hands squeezed her tits with the same kind of adoring desire.
They kissed,
tongues intertwined, their bodies fused in passion that somehow
went beyond lust.
"You're the kind of woman I've been looking for a long time," he
said.
"And you're the kind of man I need!"
Glen gave another grunt and fucked still faster, driving deep and
hard, almost to
the point of torturing her.
"It's all right. Don't stop! Ooooh, God. Keep fucking me, Glen!
Keep fucking as
long and hard as you can!"
Angela's mind whirled. She'd never thought Max was doing her a
favor, but he did.
His huge cock had prepared her for this great pleasure. And his
brutality made her
appreciate Glen's adoration all the more.
She lifted her legs and scissored them around his waist. That
angled her dripping
cunt to take even deeper thrusts. Her arms hugged his neck and her
hips whirled in
a
spiral of straining delight.
Glen felt his balls simmering up another load for her. They ached
as the pressure
increased, jarred each time they slapped her lusciously soft ass.
He gulped and
drilled her with a blurring fury of deep thrusts.
"Yes! Ooooh, yes! More! Give me more of that monster cock!" Her
pussy contractions
increased to a frenzy. Her sleek pussy contorted joyously. "I'm
going to cum!"
"Me too!" Glen's voice sounded strained and he barely got the
words out before his
cock fired.
Angela screamed and took the first hot blast, happy to be fucking
again after all
her anguishing torture with Frank the last few days. She pumped
her hips up at him
and milked Glen's cock with a slithering grip.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she chanted in rapture.
Their climax lasted over a minute, and her pussy kept up its
undulations long
after Glen's cock had run dry.
"Oooh," he sighed wearily when he finally pitched over on his
back. They cuddled
together in silent bliss for several minutes and Angela stroked
his wet cock
adoringly.
"You're tremendous," he said. "Just what I need!"
It took Angela a moment to summon her courage, so much had gone
wrong lately that
she almost afraid to ask. "Does-does that mean I can stay?"
Dayton looked at her and shook his head. "Not here as the maid,"
he said. Her
heart sank, her smile faded, eyes fluttering to hold back a fresh
rush of tears.
"I want you to move into my bedroom upstairs."
"Wh-what did you say?"
"My bedroom," he repeated. "That's where I want you."
"Oooh, Glen!" Angela felt giddy and drunk with delight.
"But I want to talk about incest first-"
"Ungh." Her spirits drooped.
"I found things Joanne told me shocking at first, then strangely
exciting. I know
she's not a virgin now, and that's about all that's been holding
me back."
Angela heaved a sigh of relief. "If you're certain that's what you
want, I'll get
her ready for you."
"Would you do that?"
"I'd love to!"
CHAPTER TEN
Angela found Joanne sitting in the living room leafing through the
pages of a
magazine and looking bored. Her expression brightened when the
voluptuous woman
walked in smiling, her supple curves snugly packed in the
abbreviated maid's
outfit.
"You got the job!" Joanne guessed by the delighted look in
Angela's eyes.
"I got just what I wanted," she replied, her grin growing wider.
"I'm so glad! He was with you such a long time, I started to
worry."
"Everything is fine," she assured the young blonde. "Now your
father would like
you to show me his bedroom upstairs."
"He wants you to start working' right now?"
"You might say that, yes." Angela's expression was impish, but
Joanne failed to
notice. She was leading the way up a broad staircase.
The bedroom was enormous, tastefully furnished with a masculine
touch. Glen's bed
was larger than king-sized. Being a large man, he liked plenty of
room to stretch
out, and rarely alone.
Angela looked into the adjoining bathroom and saw a sunken tub
large enough to
hold
three or four people comfortably.
"Hhhmmm," she said. "Your father asked me to clean up, so why
don't we start with
each other?"
Angela began running hot water into the tub.
"You mean take a bath together?" Joanne giggled anxiously. "That
sounds like fun
if you're sure daddy won't mind."
"I'm quite sure he won't. Your father and I seem to understand
each other
perfectly."
"I've got some bath oil in my room, let me get it while the tub
fills. It's
scented like a warm pussy. I always feel sexy when I use it."
"That sounds like a good idea, Joanne. But hurry."
The young blonde was back soon, and both of them had undressed by
the time the tub
filled. Joanne coiled her long blonde hair atop her head so it
wouldn't get
soaked. The long strands looked like a golden crown.
A bench-like seat ringed the inside of the tub. When seated on
that, the water
came up to their waists. They began by rubbing the scented musk
oil all over each
other's tits. Joanne liked fondling Angela's big tits, and Angela
found the
blonde's firm, sharp young tits equally entrancing.
Sleek oil made their fingers glide smoothly. The stimulation was
intense. Their
nipples were gorged with lusty blood and nerves triggered glowing
warmth in the
depths of their submerged cunts.
"There's one of those whirlpool things in here," Joanne said. "Let
me turn it on."
The water swirled all around them. They slipped down off the bench
to sit on the
floor of the tub in swirling water that came up to their necks.
Joanne swayed and purred. "Isn't this great? It's like having a
dozen handsome
guys feeling you all over."
"It's very pleasant," Angela agreed. "A nice way to warm up and
relax, but I'd
rather finish with one real man."
"Me too now that you mention it. I didn't get nearly enough from
Danny before
Frank came home."
"Well, we'll both be seeing him again before long. I've already
talked to your
father about that, and Danny is welcome to visit here anytime."
"Hhhmmm." Joanne stirred anxiously in the swirling bath. "There's
outlets for the
spray all around the bottom rim. Snuggle your pussy up close to
one and you'll
feel a jetting blast like it might come from an elephant's big
cock."
"You have quite a thing for big cocks, don't you?" Angela asked,
only seeming to
be
curious, not leading up to something the girl didn't expect.
"Yeah, I sure do. Danny's was just great!" "There are men who are
larger," she
cautioned with a lewd grin. "Some of them much larger."
"Really?" Joanne giggled and pressed closer to the bubbling jet
stream of water
stimulating her tender young pussy. "I'm not sure I could stand
one that was much
larger."
Angela grinned slyly. "I guess we should get out and get dried off
now."
The musky cunt scent lingered faintly on them both even after
they'd toweled
themselves dry. It made them both anxious, and they looked at each
other.
"I think we've got time for some sixty-nine," Angela said. "Lie
down on the bed,
Joanne. I'll eat your cunt while you eat mine."
"Sounds better than a whirlpool bath to me," the girl agreed,
letting her long
golden hair down and tossing her head to straighten the long
strands.
Angela straddled her face and bent down over the blonde's slender
pink-lipped
cunt. Its color was brighter than ever because of the way it had
been stimulated
by the rushing water flow.
She kissed Joanne's slender cunt mound and nibbled at her golden
curls. Angela
lowered her own dark-haired pussy within reach of the girl's
tongue at the same
time.
Joanne reached up and said, "Yuuummm," after lapping between her
puffed lips. Soon
they were locked pussy on mouth, mouth on cunt, both gasping and
squirming in
lesbian delight.
"I love to eat your sweet young cunt," Angela exclaimed.
"I like sucking yours too,." the blonde said. "It has such a rich
and mellow
taste! Hhhmm, I think there are still some traces of cum in it."
"There might be," Angela said between cunt-lapping gulps.
"It must have been shot really deep not to have washed out right
away in that
whirlpool bath."
"Yes, it was shot really deep. Your father has an enormous long
prick."
"My father? Really? He fucked you? Is that what took so long?"
Questions bubbled
more rapidly than the whirlpool stream.
"Yes, dear, your father fucked me. And now he's decided to fuck
someone else."
"You don't mind that?" Joanne asked incredulously.
"No, I don't mind. I told you, your father and I seem to
understand each other
perfectly. That's why I've been eating and sucking your
cunt. . .to get it nice and hot for him."
"Me?" she gasped. "My father wants to fuck me?"
Glen answered before Angela could. He had entered the room several
minutes before,
but neither of the women had looked up enough to notice. He was
standing naked at
the foot of the bed, his big cock standing rigidly at attention.
Joanne saw his cock. "Oh, my God!"
"What's the matter?" he asked "You left a week ago to chase after
cock and now
you've got a big one right here at home."
"It's-it's too big," she said, wincing. "And besides, you're my
father."
"I thought you liked older men. Angela's former husband must be
almost my age."
"Yes, but he's not my father. That's a terrible sin!"
"You thought it was exciting when Danny told you about fucking his
mother. Why
shouldn't I find it exciting to think about fucking you?"
"I-I don't know. I'm just scared, that's all."
"There's nothing to be afraid of," Angela said. "Glen is a great
lover."
Joanne moaned, her pretty young face twisted in dismay.
Glen climbed up on the bed, maneuvering his powerful frame into
position between
Joanne's shapely legs.
"Oh, speaking of Danny," he said to Angela. "He's waiting to see
you in the living
room."
"Danny? How did he find us here?" "He saw you getting into the
cab, got the number
and found it again when the driver went back on his regular
rounds."
Angela smiled. "Oooh, well let him wait. I would rather watch the
two of you if
you don't mind."
"I don't mind a bit, do you, Joanne?" Joanne whimpered,
remembering some of the
things she and Frank had put Angela through. Joanne knew-it would
do no good to
object or try resisting her father. He could easily overpower her
alone-and, if
not, Angela would surely help him.
"N-n-no, I don't mind," she said resignedly. "Good!" Glen began
wetting his huge
cockhead by stroking it up and down in the slender mouth of his
young daughter's
cunt. Angela's licking and sucking had brought plenty of warm
honey to the surface
of her golden-haired pussy, slit.
"Hhhooo, daddy. . . it's too big and hot!" "You'll love it," he
said with
assurance. He was easing his cock into her, making her eyes bulge
and blink as a
stricken look paled her face.
"I'm glad Angela got you started. Your pussy might have been too
tight and dry
without her help."
"Haaagh! Daddy, you're hurting me!"
"Angela tells me that a little pain makes pleasure more intense.
And she should
know, you treated her to enough-"
"I know. And I'm sorry. No more, please!" Glen slowed the entry
of his giant
cock.
"Did she stop tormenting you when you asked her to?" he asked
Angela.
"No, she delighted in doing more."
"Just as I thought." Glen eased back and drove his cock in to the
hilt.
"Haaagggh!" Joanne's small hands clenched into fists and beat on
the bed. Her
heels kicked, her body writhed beneath Glen's crushing weight.
"Keep it up, he said. "I love the way it makes your pussy squirm.
He began pumping in and out with a relaxed, gliding rhythm.
Joanne's head tossed
in a swirling cloud of long golden hair. She screamed and didn't
stop until he'd
made four or five full fuck strokes. Then her voice choked off in
a pathetic sob
and she began to moan.
"Hhhooo, God! Ooooh, good! Your cock does wonderful and terrible
things to my
cunt!"
"I knew you'd like it."
"If it doesn't kill me I'm going to love it!" Glen laughed,
increasing the speed
of his lengthy cock thrusts. Angela watched, entranced by the way
his meaty prick
strained Joanne's cunt, punching in her slender pussy lips as he
drove in.
She watched until the girl was giggling and purring anxiously with
her legs raised
and scissored around her father's waist.
Joanne hugged his neck, kissed him passionately. "Fuck me, Daddy!
Ooooh, I want
your big cock now!"
Angela decided then it was time to see Danny downstairs. Just
waiting and watching
wasn't enough for her, and she didn't want to intrude on the,
happy couple's first
time together. Later she would join in, when they were all more
comfortable with
each other.
Danny was perched on the edge of the couch, nervously thumbing
through the same
travel magazine that Joanne had been looking at earlier.
Angela came down the stairs wearing the black silk robe that Glen
had worn into
the bedroom. It was large on her and belted loosely to show a lot
of cleavage.
"Mom," he said in a voice stressed by anxiety.
"Hello, Danny. How are you?"
"Not too good right now," he confessed.
"Dad says he never wants to see me again. Yvonne doesn't either. I
called Melinda
and her mother almost bit my head off. I've got no place to go but
here."
"Oooh, wait a minute. This is Mr. Dayton's house."
"I know. We talked while you were upstairs with Joanne. He seems
like a nice guy.
He said I could stay... if it was all right with you."
"I see."
"I know I was treating you like shit for awhile," he interjected
quickly. "When I
first started having sex, I guess it went to my head. I thought I
was pretty hot
stuff."
"That's understandable in a young man your age."
"I'm trying to say that I've grown up some. Mr. Dayton collects
and restores
antique cars. He said I can earn my keep by waxing and polishing
them, and helping
out the mechanics who do the restoration. It's a great chance for
me to learn a
good trade, one where I could make some real money someday. You
know how I love
cars-"
"Yes, I have no doubt that you'd be good." "I'll be good to you
too, Mom. I love
you most of all."
"I'm glad to hear that, because. I love you too."
She unbelted the silk robe and let it slip off. Danny gasped, his
dark eyes
sweeping anxiously over her lusciously ripe figure,
"Ooooh, Jee-zus," he moaned. "I don't want to do anything that's
going to get me
or you in trouble with Glen."
"You won't. His outlook is much different than your father's. In
fact, he's
upstairs fucking his daughter right now."
"You-you mean Joanne?"
She nodded. "She's going to be a real challenge for any man to
please, once Glen
has given her his best."
"Maybe I'd better stay in practice and learn more from you, huh?"
"I think that's a fine idea!" Angela leaned over and began to
unbutton his shirt.
An anxious pulsing made her pussy wring up a flow of damp warmth.
The intense sex
with her own son was still the most exciting and heart-warming
thing she could
imagine. It was a driving passion that had destroyed her marriage,
but at the
moment that seemed no great loss. Frank would be free to live his
life by the
stricter moral code he preferred. And Angela had no doubt that he
would find a
woman who would please him in a strictly monogamous relationship.
She felt equally certain that she'd found a partner and a pattern
of living far
more exciting,
and she meant to make the most of it. Her anxious hands loosened
Danny's belt,
opened his fly and lifted out his stiff young prick. Her hands
coiled warmly
around the shaft and she began to stroke his cock.
"Aaahhh," Danny sighed, laboring to get out of his clothes without
pulling from
her grasp.
Upstairs, Joanne was screaming in the throes of orgasm. Her eerie
cries filtered
down and quickened his pulse. Angela leaned back flat on the
couch, her legs
spread and arms waiting to embrace him.
Danny kicked off his shoes and removed his socks. He crouched and
bent down to
kiss her while his hands fingered her lush breasts.
"Mmmm, I still love those big tits of yours," he said fondly.
"I can tell." She clasped her hands over his and guided the
whirling strokes of
his thumbs to bring maximum pleasure to her nipples.
Danny was a quick learner. He caught the rhythm and motion almost
at once. Angela
reached down between his legs then and guided his cockhead to her
clit. She
stirred his cock around in just the right spiral with just the
right pressure.
Jarring shocks of lewd delight raced up her spine. Rasping breath
made her tits
swell and heave beneath Danny's hands.
Angela threw her shoulders back and
squealed with glee, her eyes thinned to narrow slits by the
intensity of lewd
desire. She whipped his cock against her clit with more pressure,
tightening the
spiral until her lips split with a scream.
Then she angled his cock down into the, wet slit of her cunt.
"Fuck me! Son! Fuck
your loving mother!"
"You bet I will! Ungh!" He powered into her and grinned, feeling
the buttery
undulations of her cunt. He groaned anxiously and began to fuck
with a gentle but
demanding pace.
"That's it, go easy at first. Get my cunt really hot, then you can
fuck me as hard
and fast as you like!"
"You know that's what I want to do right now."
"Yes, but real pleasure is a partnership. The more you please me,
the more I'll be
able to please you. It will be better for both of us."
Danny kept up the easy gliding fuck strokes, enjoying the way, her
pussy undulated
all around his sinking cockshaft and then how it clenched with all
its soft
strength when he drew back.
Each thrust of his cock quickened her breathing and tightened the
writhing motions
of her cunt. Danny took that as a sign she wanted more, and he was
right.
She gasped joyously when he picked up the fuck pace, slapping his
hard-muscled
loins down on her lusciously soft pussy mound.
She threw her legs up and hooked her ankles in the small of his
back. Grunting
lewdly, she used her leg strength to increase the depth and power
of his driving
fuck thrusts. Danny squeezed her lush tits and whirled his thumbs
on nipples that
were hard as pebbles.
Fiery shocks of rapture ran up her back. Angela's ripe body tossed
beneath him.
Danny enjoyed the way her cunt greeted his cock.
With her legs locked around his waist, she could really whip and
grind her cunt at
him, and she did it with a fierce lust for lewd satisfaction,
grunting and rolling
her head in ecstasy.
Glen Dayton and his beautiful blonde daughter came down the broad
stairway just as
Angela's climax with Danny began. They were both beaming, pleased
to see mother
and son sharing so much pleasure even if most in the world would
not approve.
Angela screamed. She hugged Danny in a clenching embrace and her
nails clawed his
back as her rapturous delight soared. She scratched with fierce
enough passion to
draw blood, but Danny wasn't even aware of the wounds.
His cock was spurting in her cunt, gushing cum in a frenzy of
throbbing relief.
"Uuuungh!" he groaned when he'd fired his last shot.
Angela sighed and settled back, smiling up at him. Then she moved
her hands to rub
his back and felt the sticky warmth of blood.
"Oooh, I've hurt you," she moaned, her cunt still quaking.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of him," Joanne said quickly. Her
idea of first aid
was to crouch behind him and lick the seeping scratch marks while
reaching around
in front to tease his rigid nipples.
Danny sighed and squirmed anxiously, his cock still quivering in
his mother's
cunt. His prick started to swell hard again.
"You're mine this time," the blonde said. "We've got to finish
what we started
before your father came home, remember? You were going to fuck my
ass."
"How could I forget!" Danny eased his cock from his mother's cunt
and gave her a
fond wink. Then he turned his attention to the petite, sleekly
curved young blonde
with long golden hair. They settled at the far end of the
enormously long couch.
Glen sat beside Angela and said: "Looks like everything is going
to work out well
after all."
"I think so." Angela grinned and stroked Glen's big cock as they
sat side by side
watching their two kids.
"Er, don't get that too hot and bothered right now," he said.
"We've got to do
some shopping before the stores close."
"Shopping? For what?"
"Clothes for you. I've got to fly to the Bahamas tomorrow. I'd
like you to come
with me, and you can't very well make the trip in my bathrobe or
that silly maid's
outfit."
"The Bahamas?" she gasped.
"I have some business interests there that must be looked after.
And there is a
little independent island republic nearby where I can arrange to
have your divorce
final in about five minutes."
"My divorce final? What's the rush?"
"Well, because if we get along on this trip, as I expect, we just
might want to
turn it into a honeymoon.
"H-h-honeymoon?" Angela's head was spinning.
"Being married would help for the sake of appearances," he
explained simply.
"Especially the way our kids are getting along."
"Ooooh," she sighed, not knowing what to think.
But for a strange quirk of fate, she might have spent the night in
a flea-bag
rescue mission instead of a mansion and gone to work
the next day is that awful diner.
Angela's reckless and incestuous lust had started her on this
path, and it might
well have ended in disaster, and it had indeed come perilously
close to that. She
felt greatly relieved and even more anxious to experience new
adventures that
right now she couldn't even imagine.
She took Glen's hand. "Let's go!"
Angela was excited about beginning her new life. More excited than
she had ever
been.
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