Bedroom Lessons for a Hubby and a Son
by RLM
Sex Session:
Marcella Reinfield was down to just her heels and panties,
which had been soaked with her sexual heat for last hour. Her
husband, Grant, was behind her, naked, his hard cock pressed into
the crack of her ass. As she humped against his rigid length,
Grant's hands roamed freely over her breasts, her nipples, and
her mound. He had both of her hard nipples throbbing as he
pulled, squeezed, and twisted them. Each squeeze sent shivers of
excitement through her loins... each pull caused her mouth to
open in a hissing moan, and each twist made her cunt and clit go
into hard spasms.
When her husband's right hand slipped inside the waistband of
her panties and moved downward over her smooth mound to the wet,
open sex trench, she could no longer keep her hips still. When
his fingers flicked her clitoris, she wailed and thrust her hips
forward against his pleasuring hand. He squeezed her clitoris
forcing hot grunts from her mouth.
"UUHHGGG... UGGH... AAHHHHHHHHHH... MORE... MORE, DARLING!"
Grant's probing hand moved lower. Two fingers plunged into her
core while the thumb rubbed her hard clit firmly. Marcella's
vagina contracted in a hard spasm causing a spurt of her fluid to
shoot against the palm of her husband's hand. Her rubbed harder
on her throbbing clitoris. She squealed as she ground her pussy
into the male hand between her thighs.
"OOOHHHH Honey! I'm almost there... rub harder on my clit...
aaaahhhhhhh!!"
He followed her instructions and a moment later a much larger
gush of her fluids poured out of her convulsing vagina. She
wailed in orgasm, her ass hole opening and closing each time
another hard spasm ripped through her cunt.
When Grant felt his wife climax, he quickly knelt and stripped
off her panties and pushed her onto the bed on her back. As soon
as her body hit the bed, she jacked her legs high and pulled her
knees back against her swollen tits.
"Please, Grant. Please... I'm so hot. Do it for me. Please.
Just a little. I'll just explode if you do it to me."
"I'm going to fuck you, but I'll get you off again. Don't
worry, Marcella."
"I know you will, Darling, but please, lick my pussy... just a
few licks. I'm so hot... so ready... just a touch of your tongue
moving on my clit will make me just explode... then you can mount
me and ram it in. Just think how good it will feel to ram your
big cock into my cunt when it's cumming... please."
"I can't wait. I'm too hot... Gotta fuck you now!"
"Please... suck me a little first, Grant."
"You know I don't like doing that. Besides, that doesn't do
anything for me. I need to feel my cock inside you... Now!"
Grant moved between his wife's thighs and mounted her. She
kept her legs high and, using her hand, centered his rock-hard,
throbbing phallus against the opening of her still quivering
cunt. Grant snapped his hips forward sending six of his eight
inches of cock surging into her soaked vagina.
"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHhhh... Fuck it, Honey. Fuck my cunt, Baby.
Fuck it hard!" she howled as her vaginal muscles clamped down
hard on her husband's surging cock.
He pulled it back scraping over her G-spot in the process.
Marcella groaned with the intensity of the sensation. Again, she
felt the thick rod powering its way toward the bottom of her sex
channel.
"AAAAHHHHHHHHHH... Yes... Yes! Like that, Baby. Fuck your
hot wife, Honey."
Grant pulled back once more moving over her G-spot causing even
more female squeals of delight to fill their bedroom. This time,
all eight inches entered her cunt. His pubic bone smashed hard
against her swollen clitoris. Marcella's pussy began to expand
and contract... over and over... as her clit danced and throbbed
in another intense orgasm.
Grant fucked his shrieking wife for over 10 minutes before she
felt him swelling and jerking deep inside her hole. "Oh god,
Grant. I can feel your cock getting ready... You're going to cum
in me, aren't you?"
"UNG! UGH! UGH! UUUNNNNNNN!" came the excited male cries as
the prick detonated inside Marcella cunt hole sending one huge
stream after another of hot cum pumping into her waiting
receptacle. Her vagina quickly filled to overflowing with the
huge load. As Grant continued to shoot inside her, the cum load
spurted out of her tightly plugged hole drenching his balls, her
ass, and the bed covers.
When her husband rolled off her body and collapsed beside her
on the bed, Marcella's legs were still up and back in fucking
position, her cunt covered with part of Grant's load and another
thick stream of it running down the crack of her ass.
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Erotic Games:
Cordell and Ginger Arnett had been very close friends of the
Reinfields for several years. Both couples were members of the
same country club. Cordell and Grant were both mid-level
executives in the same firm, and Ginger and Marcella both had
many common interests, which they often enjoyed together. As a
result, the close friendship of the two couples was a foregone
conclusion from their first meeting several years previously.
The Arnetts and Reinfields frequently enjoyed evenings
together. Sometimes they went out for dinner and dancing. On
other occasions, they spent the evening together in one home or
the other. On two occasions, they had vacationed together.
With so much close contact, Grant had often seen Ginger in
revealing outfits and on several occasions had seen up Ginger's
dress to her panties and once or twice, had seen a bare breast.
Cordell had had similar exciting moments with Marcella. For
their part, both wives were very aware of the large bulge her
friend's husband packed, and they both enjoyed flirting enough to
make those bulges hard.
Although, they had never had exchanged partners for sex,
flirting and teasing were accepted parts of their fun. When they
went out dancing, Marcella would always end up in Cordell's arms
and Ginger in Grant's out on the dance floor. Before their
evenings together ended, everyone was always wildly excited so
that as soon as they parted, each couple would enjoy wild sex in
their bedroom. However, during the second year of their
friendship, the erotic activities move up another notch.
Grant and Marcella were having dinner at the Arnett's home.
During the meal, the two couples finished off two bottles of wine
and each had an after-dinner cordial with dessert. After dinner,
Cordell brought out a board game called "Truth or Consequences...
Adult Style".
"Are you guys up for some sexy fun?" he had asked.
"What do you mean by 'sexy fun'? Marcella asked.
"Well, let me read you the rules, and you can judge for
yourselves whether you want to give it a whirl or not."
Cordell laid out the board, which was something like a monopoly
board, and explained the rules: Each player has a token that
moves around the board on the throw of one die. When a player's
token lands on a square, that player does as instructed."
Everyone looked at the board and saw squares that said "Remove
an article of clothing"... "Select an article of clothing for
your right-hand opponent to remove"... "Ask any player a
question"... "Select another player to ask you a question"... and
so on.
"When questions are asked," Cordell explained, "the person has
to answer truthfully or suffer a consequence decided by the
person who asked the question."
"What if the person lies?" Ginger asked.
"If the others know it's a lie, the person suffers a
consequence. If not, then the person gets away with the lie.
The ethics of the game are that lying is cheating... so if we're
afraid to tell the truth, we shouldn't play."
"How is the winner determined?" Grant asked.
"There are no losers... we're all winners because we all have a
good time. The game ends when anyone feels we've gone as far as
we should and declares the game over. So, what's everyone's
pleasure? Shall we try this game for a bit, or just put on some
soft, slow music and dance?"
"Let's do both," Marcella suggested. "First the game, but we
don't let it go too far. Then some slow, sexy dancing."
"I'm for that," Ginger giggled.
Cordell set up a bridge table, and the four of them rolled to
see who would go first. Grant won or lost, depending upon your
point of view. He rolled a three, moved his token, and landed on
a square that said, "Ask any player a question."
"Ok, Ginger, you ready?"
When Ginger nodded, Grant asked, "When's the last time you
masturbated?"
"Hey! No fair!" she protested.
"That's why it's called an adult game. You have to answer or
we all dream up a really bad consequence for you."
"Just you wait, Grant. You're gonna regret asking me that
question," she said with a grin and then said, "Last Wednesday
night when we were having sex. Cordell likes to watch me get
myself off."
"How did you do it? Fingers? Vibrator?"
"No way, Honey. You only get to ask one question," Ginger
replied with a broad grin.
Marcella rolled and landed on a square that required she remove
an article of clothing. "Do shoes count?" she asked the group.
"No way," Cordell said immediately.
"Now why am I not surprised that the men would decide that was
the rule? Ok. Here goes." Marcella slowly unbuttoned her
blouse. When the last button was opened, she turned to Cordell.
"How about giving a girl a hand, Honey?"
"Oh hell yes!" he said as his wife glared at him. He shrugged
and said, "Just lending a helping hand, Honey." His wife's glare
changed to a grin when she watched her husband strip Marcella
down to just her bra. Her large tits seemed like they were about
to rip the bra apart.
When it was Cordell's turn, he had to select another player to
ask him a question. Naturally, he chose Marcella.
"Hummmm... what to ask? ... what to ask? Ok. What's your
hottest sexual fantasy?"
Cordell actually turned pale he was so shaken by the question.
"I... I.... I think... "
"Come on, Cordell, out with it," Ginger demanded.
"I can't... I just can't tell you."
"Then you have to have a consequence."
"All right. The three of you get to decide what it will be."
"No, Ginger and I are going to decide," Marcella stated. The
two of them whispered back and forth and finally Marcella said,
"You have to get naked except for your shorts. Unless, of
course, you want to tell us your hottest sexual fantasy."
Cordell shook his head and started removing his clothes. It
took less than a minute to take off everything except his pants
and shorts. When he pulled his pants down, it was obvious that
he had a massive erection. "My god! I knew you were big... but
oh my god!" Marcella gasped. "How big is it?"
"Sorry, you don't get to ask another question. You've already
asked your one allotted question," Cordell replied, but
Marcella's obvious surprise and pleasure at seeing his size had
gotten him even bigger.
When Ginger rolled, she lost an article of clothing.
Naturally, she asked Grant to take off her blouse for her. He
took his time. His fingers slowly opening each button, and as he
fingered each button, his hands continuously pressed against her
large breasts.
"You're supposed to take off her blouse, Grant, not play with
her tits," Marcella complained.
"You weren't complaining when Cordell was sliding his hands
over your big tits when he was taking off your blouse."
Marcella's face turned pink.
When it was Ginger's turn, she landed on a square that
permitted her to ask any player a question. She turned to
Marcella and asked, "How many different men fucked you before you
and Grant were married? And don't tell us you don't know...
every woman knows that."
Now Marcella's face turned a flaming red. "Why didn't you ask
her how many total," Cordell complained.
"Because that would be stepping over the line, Darling," she
replied. "Anyway, she's having enough trouble with this
question. Just look how red her face is."
"What's my consequence if I don't answer?" she asked.
"You lose your skirt, bra, and panties for the rest of the
evening."
"Oh shit! I shouldn't have agreed to play this game," she
moaned.
"Well, you did, Darling," Grant said, "so, answer the question
or starting taking off every thing except your heels. Look at
the bright side... I'm sure Cordell would love to help you."
Marcella glared at her husband and snapped, "Maybe I should let
him. But I'll answer the question. I hope you're ready for
this, Darling. The answer is 32."
Grant's mouth fell open. Finally, he manage to stammer,
"You're kidding. Aren't you?"
"No. Thirty-two different men fucked me before we got married.
Now, let's get on with the game."
On the next two turns, Grant lost his shirt and pants, then
Ginger lost her skirt. When Marcella hit a square that allowed
her to ask someone a question, everyone knew who she was going to
ask and what the question was going to be. "Ok, Ginger. It's
your turn to tell everyone how many different guys got into your
pussy before you and Cordell got married. How many? And if you
don't tell us, you know the penalty... you get to take off your
bra and panties and leave them off the rest of the evening."
Cordell leaned forward, more anxious to hear his wife's
response than anyone else in the room. Seeing this, Ginger said,
"You can't wait to find out, can you, Honey. He's been asking me
that for years, and I've refused to tell him. Sure you want to
know or would you rather I ask Grant to strip off my bra and
panties for me?"
"You know I want to know!"
"Ok. I'm afraid I can't quite match Marcella's 32... only 26
men had me before we were married, Honey." When the surprise
registered on her husband's face, she added, "I don't know why
both of you guys are so surprised. You both know how much your
wives like sex."
"Let's play one more round and stop. I'd like to dance,"
Marcella said.
"Ok. One more round and we call it quits. Who's next?"
Cordell asked.
Ginger rolled the die and landed on a square that required her
to remove an article of clothing. "Ok, Grant. Do you know how
to unhook a woman's bra?"
"I'll have to try various things, but I think I can get it off
of you," he grinned.
"Like hell," Marcella warned. "Just take off her bra...
nothing else. Don't let me see you playing with her tits."
With a quick, one-handed motion that suggested a great deal of
previous experience, Grant unhooked Ginger's bra, pulled it down
baring her large tits, and then removed it. Cordell stared at
his wife's tits. "You nipples are hard... really hard," he said.
"Not any harder than your dick, Darling."
When Cordell took his turn, he was allowed to remove an article
of clothing from any player. He briefly considered taking off
his wife's panties. When she saw him looking at her, she knew
what he was thinking and pleaded, "Please... don't take off my
panties. I'll be the only one completely naked."
"You'll still have on your heels, Darling."
"Please," she pleaded again.
"Ok. I want to take off Marcella's bra anyway."
Ginger breathed a sigh of relief and Marcella grinned. "Have
fun, Honey." She stepped close and turned her back so he could
get at the bra hooks. It took Cordell just slightly longer to
get her tits out than it had taken Grant to expose Ginger's. But
unlike Grant, he took the opportunity to heft both of Marcella's
large globes.
"Hey... no fair," came the warning from Ginger, but she was
giggling when she said it. Realizing that his wife wasn't angry.
He pulled and squeezed both of Marcella's nipples causing her to
moan softly. For good measure, she sat down and spread her legs
wide so everyone had a great view of her panties pulled tightly
against her cunt.
Grant was surprised at his wife's blatantly sexual pose.
Cordell just exclaimed, "DAMN... FUCKING FANTASTIC!", which made
Marcella blush with pleasure. Ginger stared at her friend and
said, "You slut! Two can play that game!" She promptly jerked
her panties down below her ass so that her shaved pussy slit was
on display. Now it was Grant's turn to exclaim, "You're right,
Cordell. It's FUCKING FANTASTIC!" Ginger smiled seductively and
pulled her panties back up shutting off the erotic view.
After three players Bhad taken a turn, both wives were down to
just their panties and heels, and the men were both down to their
shorts. On the final turn, Marcella hit a square that directed
her to choose a player to ask her a question. "I know my husband
is dying to ask me something... so, I'm going to give him the
chance to ask me."
Obviously surprised that his wife had selected him to ask her
the question, Grant said, "You know what I'm going to ask, don't
you?"
"Of course I know. So does Ginger and probably Cordell."
"Tell me."
"No. You have to ask me."
"Ok. You said that 32 men had sex with you before we married.
When was the last time?"
Both Ginger and Marcella smiled at each other confirming that
that was the question they knew Grant would ask. They also know
it was the same question Cordell was dying to ask his wife. "It
was 13 days before we got married, Darling. Now, I'd like to
dance. Cordell? Are you interested?"
Later, as both couples danced closely, their bodies pressed
tightly together, Grant whispered in Ginger's ear, "God, you feel
incredible against me in just your panties."
"I can tell," she whispered back. "Your cock feels huge
against me with you in just your shorts."
"I could take it out and slide it between your thighs. No one
could see."
"Are you kidding? That big thing would be poking out
underneath my ass. And I don't think we could dance more than
five minutes before I'd have a monster load of cum running down
my thighs."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. I wouldn't be able to last very
long with both your thighs and pussy grinding against me, that's
for sure." Ginger giggled at the thought.
"Can you believe my wife let a guy fuck her two weeks before we
were married?"
"Sure. Her last fling. She's a sexy woman. It was even
closer to my wedding for me."
"How close?"
"You'll tell Cordell."
"No I won't. I promise."
Ginger laughed. "Bull Shit. But I know he's going to demand I
tell him anyway, so you'll know before he does. It was two days
before we were married... at my bachelorette party."
"Wow. I knew guys sometimes did that, but I didn't think women
would."
"Really? Women like sex more than men. Don't you know that?
We have more orgasms and more fun. If I tell you a little more,
will you promise not to tell Cordell?"
"Promise... I really do."
"Ok. It was at my bachelorette party. The girls hired two
male strippers... one white guy... one black guy... both really
sexy-looking men and both hung. They both fucked me. The white
guy had me twice... the black guy had me three times, and every
time he just kept screwing me until I was cumming like crazy... I
can still remember how deep and hard he fucked me. Remember...
you promised not to tell Cordell. If you do, I'll never let you
touch me again."
"Jezzz... back off a little, Ginger. I'm close to cumming."
On the other side of the room, Cordell and Marcella were locked
in a tight embrace as they danced to the exotic, slow music.
Like Grant, Cordell had suggested that he put his cock between
Marcella's thighs as they danced, and she had refused for the
same reason Ginger had. She knew he was disappointed so she
mashed her mound harder against his throbbing shaft and moved it
sensuously up and down its length.
"Who was the guy who fucked you two weeks before you and Grant
were married," Cordell whispered in her ear.
"Promise you won't tell him," Marcella whispered as her
panty-covered pussy that was working slowly up and down Cordell's
rigid shaft felt it jerk and swell against her.
"I promise... tell me."
"It was my previous boyfriend, Hal. He came over presumably to
wish me well, but actually he wanted to fuck me one more time
before I got married. I had intended to say 'no', but he was
very smooth, and he always was very sexy and great in bed. It
only took him fifteen minutes or so before he was fucking me on
the couch. After that, we spent the rest of the night in my bed.
Remember, you promised not to tell Grant. If you do, this will
be the last time I dance with you and let you grind that big cock
against me."
"I promise. I won't tell him. How many times did he fuck you
that night?"
"I'm not sure... I know he made me ride his cock twice... maybe
five or six times total... and then twice more before he left in
the morning... once in bed and a second time with me bent over
the kitchen table after we had breakfast."
"Jezzz... back off a little, Marcella. I'm close to cumming."
After a half hour of dancing, everyone was so close to orgasm,
they either had to stop or go to the bedroom. Since, no one
wanted to go that far, everyone got dressed, and Ginger led Grant
to their front door with their arms about each other. Cordell
did the same with Marcella. At the door, Grant said, "Do you
mind if I kiss your beautiful wife good night, Cordell?"
"Not at all. I'm sure she will be disappointed if you don't.
May have permission to do the same with Marcella?"
"Don't ask him, Honey. Ask me," Marcella said.
"Ok. May I kiss you good night?"
"If you don't, I'm going to be one very angry woman."
Grant embraced Ginger and pressed his open mouth against hers.
Their lips moved slowly and sensuously together as their tongues
explored inside each other's mouth. A few feet away, Cordell had
his hands on Marcella's ass pulling her tightly against his body
at the same time as their mouths fused together and their tongues
invaded the other's mouth. The two kisses continued for nearly
two minutes. Before they ended, both women were humping their
mounds against hard cocks, and both men had their hands inside
their panties. Finally, they broke the kiss... first Ginger and
then soon afterwards... Marcella.
After Grant and Marcella were in their car on their way home,
she thought, "God! I'm so hot and wet... Maybe Grant will go
down on me for just a little while... it wouldn't take long.
Just a few minutes of a tongue on my clit the way I'm feeling
would make me just explode... and more than once. OOohhhhhh
god!" Marcella pressed her hand between her thighs at the
erotic thoughts, but even as she was doing so, she knew it was
hopeless. Grant absolutely refused to go down on her. She knew
her pussy smelled sensuous and musky. It had to be an macho
thing with him... real men don't suck pussy.
Aloud, she said, "Come on, Honey," Marcella moaned, "take me
home. I need to be fucked. HARD!" She knew that that was all
she was going to get. It would have to be enough.
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Accidental Discovery:
A few weeks after the Reinfields and Arnetts first played the
adult Truth or Consequences game, Cordell had to go to an
out-of-town conference on Thursday and Friday. He told Ginger
that he would be returning late Friday evening.
Cordell had to leave at 5 AM to catch an early flight so Ginger
and Chadd, their 17-year old son had breakfast alone. "When did
Dad say he would be back," Chadd asked.
"Sometime late Friday night. If his plane is on time, probably
around 10 PM. What's your schedule for today?"
"School, as usual, until 3:30 PM and then basketball practice
until 5 PM."
"Ok. Tonight's my book club night, so I'll have your dinner on
the stove. You just have to warm it up. Is spaghetti, French
bread, Caesar salad, and cheesecake all right?"
"It's more than just all right, Mom. You're a great cook as
well as other things. Dad's a very lucky man."
"Other things... what other things?"
Chadd flushed. After a brief pause, he said, "You know...
other things."
"Tell me. It's not everyday that a 36-year old mother hears
nice complements."
Now her son grinned. "Ok. You're a great cook and a drop-dead
gorgeous, sexy woman. Like I said... Dad's a lucky man."
Ginger's face flushed with a mixture of pleasure and
embarrassment. "That's a wonderful complement, but I'm not sure
it's a proper complement for a son to make to his mother."
"Mom. I'm 17. How am I supposed to not see what a gorgeous
woman my mom is. Every one of the guys comments on it."
"Really? What do they say?"
"Well... that you're beautiful and stuff."
"Stuff? What stuff?"
"Various things. Most of them fantasize about going to bed
with you."
"They should be having those fantasies about their girl
friends, not an a woman old enough to be their mother."
"You're much better looking than their girl friends and the
fact that you're older and married makes you much sexier too."
"Oh that's not true. For example, your girlfriend, Joanne.
She's very pretty."
"She is, but not like you. Gotta go, Mom. When will you be
home tonight?"
"Not before 10 PM."
"Ok. See you then."
Chadd got up to leave, but before he did so, he came around the
table and kissed Ginger on the cheek. "Have a nice day, Mom."
Ginger turned her face toward him and smiled. Chadd started to
leave... then he paused... and quickly kissed her again... this
time lightly on the lips. "Bye, Mom." He dashed out the door.
For several minutes, Ginger sat at the table, her lips still
tingling from the kiss, thinking about the conversation she had
just had with Chadd. When she got up, her body was trembling
slightly.
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While I was driving to my book club meeting that evening, I
couldn't get my mind off the things Chadd had told me that
morning. Most particularly, I couldn't stop thinking about his
comment that the guys all fantasize about taking me to bed. I
knew, of course, that what they had actually said was they all
fantasized about fucking me. The thought raced through my head
again and again, "All those young guys want to fuck me... fuck my
pussy ... fuck it hard!"
I also knew that Chadd had the same desires and thoughts as his
friends. I wondered if Chadd wanted to fuck me. Part of my
brain said, No, I was different... I was his mother... He
wouldn't want to fuck his mother. But the other part said
17-year old guys don't think about anything else other than
pussy... all the time... and their cocks don't much care whose
pussy it is... they just want to fuck it. The kiss Chadd had
planted on my lips this morning certainly suggested that Chadd
was thinking about fucking me... wanted to fuck me. Suddenly, I
realized that my hand was under my skirt rubbing my pussy through
my now damp panties.
When I parked the car in the library lot, I could smell the
aroma of my arousal. The hand I had had under my skirt reeked of
it. I knew I needed to stop at the ladies room and wash up
before going to the meeting. After taking care of that problem,
I walked down the hallway to the room where the book club met.
On the door was a handwritten sign:
"This week's meeting of the book club has been cancelled due to
illness of the designated moderator. The club will meet again
next week at the usual time."
With nothing else to do, I retraced my steps to the parking lot
and drove home. Once again, I couldn't stop thinking about Chadd
and his friends wanting to fuck me. At 36, it had been a long
time since a 17 or 18-year old boy had fucked me. Searching my
memory, I decided the last time a guy that young had gotten into
me was 18 years ago at the senior prom when Marty Long had
banged me in the back seat of his car after the dance. I
couldn't help but grin at the memory. Marty's cock had certainly
lived up to his name. By the time I parked the car in our
driveway, I could again smell the musky aroma of my pussy on my
hand.
There was no sign of my son in the den or in the kitchen. I
was a little surprised as I figured he'd be watching TV in the
den. "If he's not home," I thought, "I can go to my bedroom and
use my vibrator while I fantasize about all those sexy 17 and
18-year old guys fucking me." I giggled softly at the thought.
Our master bedroom is at the end of the hallway. I made my way
toward it still thinking about teenage cocks pumping my pussy.
As I approached Chadd's bedroom, I saw door was partially open
and the lights on inside the room. Before I reached the door, I
could hear my son's voice and the rhythmic sound of the
bedsprings.
"Oh shit, I'd love to get my cock into her... so fucking
gorgeous and sexy! Could you take all of my cock? I bet your
hot cunt would swallow me whole." The squeaking of the
bedsprings increased.
It was obvious that my son was in his bedroom jacking off ...
probably to pictures of some porn slut. He thought he was alone
in the house so he hadn't bothered to shut his door. I knew that
I should quietly sneak out of the house and come back later so as
not to embarrass him, but I also knew that my pussy was now
flowing and my clit was tingling with anticipation. There was no
way I was going to leave. I had never seen my son jacking off.
He would be too engrossed in pleasuring himself to see me in the
shadows of the hallway.
When I was almost to the open doorway, I again heard Chadd
moan. "Ooohh god... just look at that hot open cunt! Jezzz... I
wonder what it would be like to sink my meat into that hot hole.
Man... look at her suck that big cock! Fuck he's big, and she's
taking almost all of it!"
When I reached the doorway, I pressed myself against the far
wall in the shadows and looked inside. He was lying naked on his
bed jacking his cock as he stared at some photos he had propped
up at the end of the bed. He was big... really big! Not quite
yet as large as his father, but by the time he had gotten his
full growth, I was sure his cock was going to be even bigger than
Cordell's.
I had to get at my cunt... now! Frantically, I pulled my short
skirt up around my waist and stripped off my panties. My pussy
was already a swamp. The lips were flanged open in readiness for
cock. I began moving my hand in time to Chadd's strokes. He was
holding his balls with one hand while the other was sliding
rapidly up and down his shaft.
I didn't have any balls to hold, but I had big tits. It only
took a few seconds for me to get my blouse and bra off. When I
was almost as naked as my son, I frigged my clit every time he
stroked his cock. When he hefted his balls, I squeezed and
hefted my tits.
Chadd's hips were pumping up and down on the bed in fuck
motions while mine were snapping back and forth. "Oooohhhhh,
here it cums, you hot slut. Take my load up your cunt.
AAAahhhhhh.... shooting it into you, Honey!"
I was shocked when I saw the volume of the load that spewed out
of the end of my son's cock. Three huge streams fired at least
three feet into the air. The first gush landed almost at the
foot of the bed. The next two fell closer to his balls. After
those first three cum jets, several more pumped out the end of
his throbbing dick. I had to bite my lower lip to keep quiet as
my pussy erupted in spasms every bit as hard as the ones that had
surged through my son's cock.
As my orgasm ebbed, I slumped back against the wall to regain
my breath. When my breathing had slowed, I started to pick up my
clothes and head to the safety of my own bedroom thinking the
hot, erotic show was over. As I bent over to retrieve my blouse
and bra, I glanced back into Chadd's bedroom. His cock was still
hard and rigid, and he was jerking just as fast as before. "God!
He didn't lose his erection even after shooting off that huge
load," I thought.
I tossed my blouse and bra back onto the floor and once more
thrust my hand into the folds of my cunt. Two fingers slipped
inside my hot hole as my thumb worked my clitoris. Chadd was
grunting. "Take it you hot Bitch... gonna fuck another big load
into your wet cunt hole."
Our hips pumped back and forth in unison, Chadd's arching high
off the bed, mine fucking the air frantically. I had never, ever
been so hot from just masturbation. The difference, of course,
was I was watching my son jacking off his huge, hard shaft.
Again, I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning I was so turned
on.
"Oh shit, are you ready, Honey? I can't hold it much longer,"
my son moaned as his hand pumped harder... faster. He said
something else but my pussy was beginning to throb and that had
my full attention. He repeated it again.
"Mom. Come in here and do it with me, please! I want to watch
you too."
I nearly fainted from th sheer shock of being discovered. My
son had seen... he had known that I was spying on him... not only
spying on him, but finger fucking my cunt and squeezing my tits
while I watched him jack off.
"Oh my god! I�m so sorry!" I turned to run to my bedroom,
when Chadd spoke again... this time with masculine authority far
beyond his years.
"Don�t run away, Mom! Come in here. Now. You�ve watched
me... now I want to watch you. Fair is fair. Come in here...
right now!"
I stopped in my tracks. The strong, masculine tone of
authority actually made my pussy throb even harder. Still, I
hesitated.
"Mom! Come in here now or I�ll come out and get you."
My legs were trembling, and my pussy was seeping liquid passion
down my thighs as I walked into my son�s room wearing my skirt
about my waist and my heels, but nothing else. When my tits
bounced as I walked, it excited me. I saw Chadd staring at my
naked cunt when I entered. That embarrassed me but it also made
me throb even harder.
"How did you know?" I stammered. "I�m so sorry. I just don�t
know what to say."
"I saw your reflection in the bureau mirror, Mom. And I�m not
sorry. I�m so damn hard and hot, I can�t believe it. This was a
million times better than just getting off looking at your pics."
"My pics?" Chadd indicated the three photos he had propped up
at the foot of his bed. When I looked more closely at them, I
realized that my son hadn�t been jacking off to photos of some
porn slut... the slut he was jerking off to was me.
The first photo was taken from behind me. I was bent over with
my ass high in the air. In the pic, I was holding my ass cheeks
open to fully expose both my cunt and ass holes to the camera.
My face turned beet red with acute embarrassment. I recognized
the photo as one Cordell had taken
"OH MY GOD!" I wailed in despair.
"Mom! Don�t! You�re just drop-dead gorgeous."
"Where? When? How did you get those photos of me?"
"Dad left his computer on one evening and I found them there.
I printed off some copies and I�ve been jacking off to them ever
since. I never look at other women when I do it. Why should I
when you�re so hot and sexy?"
The second photo was even more embarrassing than the first. It
showed me kneeling in front of a guy sucking his very hard cock.
He was big and about half of his shaft was buried in my mouth and
down my throat. Even though Cordell had covered my face, anyone
who knew me could easily recognize it was me in the picture.
Even though I was horribly embarrassed, I was also trembling
with sexual excitement. Chadd�s eyes were on my tits... my cunt,
and his cock was hard as stone. In response, my hand began
moving over my clitoris again.
In the third photo, I was riding the same guy I was sucking in
the second one. His big shaft had my cunt stretched into a huge
hole with about six of his eight inches sunk into me at the
moment Cordell had taken the photo.
"Mom, I�m gonna cum again soon. Sit on the end of the bed
facing me so we can watch each other jerking off."
"Oh god! I can�t. It�s not right," I wailed.
"Sit on the end of the bed, Mom. Now! Lean back and spread
your legs. I want us to cum together."
"Your father will divorce me. I just can�t!"
"I�m not going to tell him and you won�t either. Now do it. I
can�t hold my load much longer and I know you�ve got to be close
too."
It felt like an out-of-body experience as I got onto the foot
of the bed. Facing Chadd, I leaned back, steepled my knees with
my heels flat on the bed�s surface. He was staring straight at
my open, wet, gaping cunt. My clit was so damn hard! It was
erect... throbbing... protruding from its protective hood...
fully exposed to my son�s eyes. I touched it, and it immediately
went into hard contractions.
"OOOHHHHHHHHH.... aaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"That�s so fantastic.... so hot! Don�t cum yet, Mom. I want
us to do it together. Who�s the guy in the photo you�re sucking
and fucking, Mom. It�s not Dad... wrong build."
My legs flew out to the side... rigid... jerking... as my pussy
erupted in intense contractions. Chadd moaned in disappointment.
"I�m sorry, Honey. I was too hot to stop."
"I want to see that! I want to see every thing!" Who�s
fucking you, Mom?"
Still gasping, I hissed, "Some guy we met on vacation in Vegas
last summer. We had a threesome. Do you hate me?"
"Hate you? Hell no! I love you, Mom. Can you go again right
now? I need to cum... god... do I ever need to cum. Since
you�ve already gotten off, will you do it for me?"
"What?"
"I want you to jerk me and make me cum, Mom. Please. It won�t
take more than just a few strokes, and I�ll cum so many times you
won�t believe it."
"All right, but just this one time, Chadd. We can�t ever do
this again!" His face fell when I said it.
"Oh please. I�m a virgin, Mom. I don�t know anything about
sex and pleasing a woman. I want you to teach me."
"You need to ask your father."
"My father? He can tell me things... he has, but he can�t show
me. You can show me."
"No, I can�t. It�s not right. I�m ashamed that I spied on
you. This has to be a one-time thing."
"Will you at least jack me off?"
"Yeah... this one time. Considering the fact that I spied on
you, I guess I should do that much for you. Lie back and think
about whatever you think about when you want to get off."
"I�m going to think about fucking you while you jack me off."
"Oooohhh," I moaned involuntarily. My pussy was already
throbbing again at the thought... Chadd was going to be thinking
about fucking me while I stroked his huge cock to orgasm. As
soon as I touched it, I knew I was going to cum again when he
did.
I could just barely get my hand around his shaft. When my hand
circled him and squeezed, his hips arched high off the bed and he
began demanding that I finish him.
"Jack my cock, Mom. Hard. Make me shoot my big load up your
hot cunt. Do it, Mom. Jack me ... Make me cum!"
I pumped his cock and felt it swelling in my hand... bigger and
bigger. The organ danced and jerked like a powerful snake.
Then, IT EXPLODED! Just exploded a huge gush of semen and sperm
that arched high and shot well over his head. This was followed
by a series of powerful spurts of cum. Some hit his face. Some
hit the headboard. Another stream snaked down his chest. Two
more covered his belly at the same time as my pussy and clit
began convulsing in hard spasms.
"OOOHHHHHHHHHH... YOU�RE MAKING ME CUM, MOM.... SHOOTING ...
AAAAHHHH!"
"YOU�RE MAKING MY CUNT CUM TOOOOOO.... MY CLIT...OOOHHHH GOD...
I�M CUMMING!"
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I had finally managed to get away from Chadd, but only with
difficulty. His cock had remained hard even after I had
masturbated him to orgasm. He kept coaxing me to tell him about
the guy in Vegas who was fucking me in the photos. I finally
gave him some of the hot details, and his shaft became so hard it
looked painful. He told me it was and pleaded with me to jerk
him off again. I kept saying no, but my pussy kept throbbing.
Eventually, I did it. Afterwards, he wanted to do me with his
tongue. I absolutely refused. Then, he begged me to let him
finger fuck me. Again, I refused and retreated to my bedroom.
Once inside my bedroom, I threw myself on the bed and fingered
my swollen, hot pussy twice more before I was satisfied enough to
feel that I could get to sleep. I slept nude, as usual.
Sometime during the night, I felt the covers being pulled down
my body. Slowly, I came awake and found myself lying on the bed
naked and without covers. There was enough light from the
hallway for me to see Chadd standing beside my bed. He was also
naked, and by this time, I wasn�t the least surprised to see that
he once again had a hard erection that stood almost straight up.
From my position below him, it looked absolutely huge.
"What are you doing in my bedroom, Chadd?"
"I�m hard again, Mom. Dad will be home tonight, and we�ll
probably never have the chance again."
"You�ll have to take care of that yourself, Honey. I told you,
I can�t keep doing you."
"Can I do it here?"
The thought made my pussy throb again. Chadd was too excited
and hot to wait for an answer. His hand flashed up and down his
cock. It only took a dozen or so strokes. "I�m gonna cum, Mom!"
�ON ME!� I heard myself hissing. The first gush fired over my
face, hit my forehead, and shot into my hair. I gasped, and the
second stream shot almost straight into my open mouth. The third
and fourth jets covered my tits. Chadd was leaning over me...
his cock only inches away. Without giving it any thought, I
reached out and took his jerking organ in my hand and pumped the
final three or four spurts out.
----------------------------------------------------
Friday morning at breakfast, Chadd continuously stared at my
legs and tits, grinning. "You just look fantastic, Mom."
"Thank you, Chadd. I hope you understand that you can never
tell any of your friends what we did last night. There�s no way
they would keep it quiet. For that matter, I hope this is a
secret that you never tell anyone."
"I won�t. Promise. And I really mean it, Mom. Last night was
just awesome!"
"You said that you�re a virgin? Is that really right?"
"Yeah. I�m afraid so."
"What about Joanne? I thought the two of you were an item?"
"I guess we sort of are, but she�s only 16. We pet and she
let�s me play with her tits, but that�s as far as she�ll go. Why
is that, Mom. Why don�t girls like sex?"
I had to laugh at my young son�s question. He looked stricken.
"I�m not laughing at you, Honey. Just at your question. The
fact is that women like sex a lot more than men. We have more
orgasms... we have more power. It�s just wonderful. But note I
said �women�, not girls. Joanne is still a virgin and she�s
afraid sex will hurt. It does the first time, but only a little
and only for a short time. She�s also afraid she�ll get pregnant
or that you�ll tell everyone. Just wait until next year, Honey.
That girl�s gonna be all over you."
"And in the meantime? What do I do?"
"Jack off, Honey. A lot. Remember, you have some pretty hot
photos of me."
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Chadd came in from basketball practice at 5:00 PM that evening.
He found me in our back yard, sun bathing behind our seclusion
fence.
"Mom, you look hot and sexy in that bikini."
"MMMmmmm... thank you. I wore just for you. As you said, your
Dad will be home tonight."
"Really? You wore it for me?"
"Yeah. I thought you�d like it."
"Oh hell yes! But..."
"Yes? But what?"
"You�d look better without tan lines, Mom."
I smiled seductively at my son�s approach. "Oh Baby... you are
going to be one hot lady killer. No woman�s pussy is going to be
safe around you in a few years."
"Take off the top, Mom. Bottoms too."
"I think my son wants me naked. Do you?" He didn�t have to
answer. I could see his cock already pushing out of his briefs
through a hole in his shorts. "If I�m going to be naked, you
have to be. Take every thing off."
It only took a moment to pull off my top and the string bikini.
I leaned back on the bench as my son stared lustfully at my
breasts and my shaved pussy.
For the next two hours, we sex chatted about the girls my son
wanted to fuck. He asked me about men I had had before Cordell
and I were married. He also wanted to know how many men I had
had since and if his Dad always knew (he did). Finally, I asked
him the question that had been on my mind all day.
"Chadd, I know you�re hot for me, but I�m your mother and it
can never be... at least not any more than we�ve done and not
even that very often. Do any of my friends really excite you as
much or almost as much as I do?"
"Yeah. Mrs. Reinfield gets me hard every time I see her."
"You mean Marcella?"
"Yeah... Marcella. She�s almost as sexy as you are."
As we chatted, Chadd had been caressing my tits. Eventually,
he moved his hand lower and lower. When it was almost on my
pussy, I stopped him. "That's as far as you can go with me...
ever, Honey."
"I want you, Mom. I want to fuck you."
"I know. You're a man, and you want me... Men always want to
fuck women, but it will have to be with someone else. Now, do
you want to cum again? I'll play with your cock and jack you off
if you like. Or you can do what we did last night... you can
cream me."
"Cream you?"
I smiled. "That's what it's called when a man shoots his load
all over a woman... he's 'creaming' her."
"Can we do both?"
"If you can get it up, I can make it shoot, Honey. As many
times as you like... at least until 9 PM. After that, I have to
stop and get ready for your father."
"He's going to fuck you, isn't he?"
"Of course... many times probably."
"I want you to finger your pussy while you do it to me. Will
you?"
"Do you think I'm going to let you have all the fun?"
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After I had cum three times, and my son once, I concentrated on
getting him off again and again. With a young randy stud, it
wasn�t hard to do. The second time, he shot off, I was using
both hands on his cock. His load just poured out and covered his
stomach and pubic hair.
He got hard again in less than five minutes. This time, I
prolonged the sex play. Every time he was about to cum, I
stopped. After doing this several times, Chadd was begging me to
let him cum. "When I�m ready, and not before, Lover." He
groaned, and his cock jerked spastically in my hand.
I kept up the sex torture for almost a half hour until Chadd
was groaning continuously in his need to ejaculate. "All right,
you hot Stud. It�s time. I�m going to lie down and you�re going
to stand over me and cream me while I stroke myself. When you
do, I�ll cum for you. Ready?"
"Oh god yes! Hurry... Please hurry!"
I laid down on the bench, spread one leg off the side and began
rubbing my clit hard and fast. My hips thrust off the bench high
in the air as Chadd stood over me... his primed and loaded cock
ready. My cunt and his cock erupted at almost the same time.
For the first time in his life, my son saw a woman squirt several
times as my vagina clamped down hard. A moment later, his load
ran from the tip of his cock like a water from a tap... covering
me.
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Lunch with Marcella:
Luigi's is a great place to have lunch. The ambiance is superb
and the little alcoves provide the diners with privacy. When
Marcella and Ginger met for lunch, Luigi's was always the place
they chose. On this particular day, Ginger ordered the crab
manicotti while Marcella, always mindful of her figure, selected
the chef's salad with shrimp. After some discussion, the two
women decided to share a split of a good chardonnay.
They were sipping the wine when Marcella leaned closer and said
in a soft whisper, "I'm having a problem with Grant that I'd like
to discuss with you. It's a bedroom problem so you have to
promise not to say a word to anyone... not even Cordell. Is that
Ok?"
"Absolutely! Actually, I'm really glad you brought up the
subject because I've got one devil of a sexual problem I need to
discuss with you under the same conditions of secrecy. Shall we
share and try to help each other?"
"That would be wonderful! Who goes first?"
"Since you broached the subject, you start."
Marcella nodded her agreement. "As you've probably already
guessed, my problem is with Grant. Before I tell what the
problem is, I want to say that he's an incredible lover is almost
every way... gentle when he needs to be gentle.... firm and
masculine when he needs to be firm with me... fantastic
technique. I always have at least two orgasms when he fucks
me... usually more than that. And as I'm sure you know from
having danced with him and felt his cock, he gets hard as stone
and he slightly over 8 inches when fully hard. And he's thick...
I mean really thick."
"I guess you know that you're getting my pussy very, very wet.
I frequently fantasize about Grant fucking me. Does that anger
you? I hope not."
"Why should it when I can't count the number of times I've
pretended it was Cordell screwing me when Grant and I are in
bed."
"Really? Then why haven't we switched partners when we're
having one of our sexy evenings together?" Ginger asked.
"I've been afraid to suggest it. Men are unpredictable in
things like that."
"You don't think they would agree? I'd be shocked if they said
no. I was worried about your reaction."
"Well, don't be worried about that any longer, Ginger. Of
course our randy husbands would agree. But after they shot off
three or four times in us and their sexual high ebbed, I've been
worried about what they would say later. But that's not the
problem I wanted to discuss."
"Ok. What is it?"
Marcella hesitated, took a deep breath and said, "Grant will
never... ever... go down on me. I want it so bad but he refuses.
And the longer I go without it, the more I want to feel a tongue
in my pussy and on my clit. I'm to the point that I'm thinking
about cheating just in order to get my pussy eaten."
"Do you know why he refuses? Most men love eating pussy and
making a woman cum. Cordell says there's nothing like feeling a
woman's pussy explode under his tongue. And Honey, does he ever
know how to make my pussy explode."
"I know... he's told me several time while we've been dancing
close and hot that he's dying to get his tongue into my pussy. I
have to be honest. If Cordell ordered me to meet him somewhere
so he could eat my pussy, I'd be there an hour ahead of time. I
know that Grant loves the musky aroma of my cunt... so I think
it's a macho thing with him. He got some psychological hang up
that real men don't eat pussy ... or something like that. Any
suggestions?"
Ginger thought for several minutes. "I do have a suggestion,
but first let me tell you about my problem. Maybe the idea I
have will solve both of our problems."
Over the next thirty minutes, Ginger told Marcella every thing
that had happened between Chadd and herself while Cordell had
been out of town the previous week. When she finished, Marcella
had her hand under the table.
"Are you rubbing your pussy, you hot slut?" Ginger asked
grinning.
"Yeah. I can't help it. That's so fucking hot! Our son Bill
is only ten, but occasionally, I've had fantasies of something
like that happening when he's in high school. God! So what's
the problem? Is he telling everyone?"
"Oh no. He gave his word, and he's keeping it. The problem is
that he's a virgin... his girlfriend Joanne is only 16 and won't
allow him to do anything beyond playing with her tits."
"OH Jezzz! A virgin! Ooohh god!" I feel like I'm going to
cum right here in the restaurant. Go on." Marcella's arm was
moving more rapidly now.
"Anyway, as you can imagine... he's just wild to fuck me after
I jacked him off and let him cream me several times. Grant went
to his weekly bowling league two nights ago, and Chadd's cock was
hard from the moment he left the house. After an hour, he told
me he was so hard it was beginning to hurt."
"So you jerked him off again, didn't you?"
"Yeah. Twice. The first time only took a minute at the most.
He was hard again in less than two minutes. The second time he
lasted a half hour before he couldn't hold it any longer."
Last night after dinner, Cordell waited until Chadd had left
the table and then he asked me if I noticed anything about our
son. I said no even though I knew what he was referring to. He
leaned closer and whispered, "I think our son is finally getting
into Joanne's panties. He can't stop thinking about fucking her.
He was hard all through dinner. But don't worry. I've given
him a supply of condoms and a couple of tubes of spermicidal
jelly and advised him to use both."
"Of course I knew that Chadd hadn't gotten close to Joanne's
pussy, but I didn't tell Cordell that. It wasn't Joanne's pussy
that had Chadd hard; it was mine. So my problem is how to get my
son to stop trying to think of ways to persuade me to let him
fuck me and also to get him to stop begging me to jack him off
all the time."
Marcella's body stiffened. Her eyes closed, and her mouth
opened to allow her tongue to flick rapidly over her top lip.
Her arm, which had been moving faster, slowed and came to a stop.
"You came, you hot Slut," Ginger said. Her hand was now below
the table and her arm moving slowly.
"Look who's talking. How many fingers are in your pussy?"
"Two.... mmmmmm."
"So stop finger fucking, Ginger, and tell me how we're going to
solve both problems at the same time."
It took her about ten minutes to explain the plan. Afterwards,
she asked, "How does it sound?"
"I think it's going to work. In fact, I don't see how it can
fail. Now that we've solved both of our problems, I'm going to
finish my salad while you finish taking care of your hot pussy,
Honey."
Ten minutes later, Marcella finished the last bite of her salad
just a moment before Ginger's fingers finished taking care of her
now slowly pulsing pussy and clit.
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The Plan:
When Grant came home from work on Tuesday, I asked him if his
schedule was already filled for Wednesday evening and for the
coming long July 4th weekend.
"Wednesday evening is fine. What's up?"
"We've been invited to a the Arnetts for a fun evening. Are
you up for that?"
"Up? Well, not yet, but when the time comes, I'm sure I will
be."
"You know you�re a sexy bastard, don�t you?"
"Yeah. And I also know that you love it."
"I do. A lot. How about the long weekend for the 4th?
"I haven�t made any plans."
"Good. Don�t."
"So what do you have planned in that devious mind of yours?"
"Ginger and I will tell you and Cordell tomorrow night. You�ll
just have to wait until then."
"Come on. At least give me a hint."
"Fair enough. Two hints for the price of one."
"What�s the price?"
"I need a big-cocked stud to service me tonight. Do you know a
guy who can handle that assignment?"
"Well, that�s a pretty high price, but what the hell,
somebody�s got to do it. Now give me the hints, you sexy Slut."
I couldn�t help grinning at the thought of the coming weekend.
"Ok. Hint Number 1: I�ve already made arrangements for Carolyn
to baby sit from Saturday until late Monday evening." I loved
the way my husband�s head jerked up and his eyebrows raised.
"Hint Number 2: At least one of your hottest fantasies will
become fact this weekend."
Now Grant couldn�t restrain himself. "Which one? Oh my god!
Tell me! I don�t think I can wait."
"You�ll have to, Honey. Of course, I can cancel all the plans
if the strain of anticipation is too much for you to bear. Shall
I?"
"Not unless you want me whip that hot ass of yours with my belt
for a long, long time."
We both laughed, but then I turned serious. "Would you really
do that? I mean really whip my ass hard?"
"You don�t want to know or find out... so don�t cancel any
plans."
"I won�t. I promise... but you know, if you didn�t whip me too
hard, I think that might be fun sometime."
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Grant and I arrived at the Arnett's home around 8 PM Wednesday
evening. Cordell gave me a big smile when he opened the door for
us. After shaking hands with Grant, I wasn't the least surprised
when he embraced me tightly and kissed me... lightly at first...
then again harder. Not only was his mouth hard against mine, I
could also feel his cock pressing hard against my mound.
Ginger saw what was happening and called out to Grant.
"Feeling left out, Honey? If so, I'm available."
Cordell's tongue was now inside my mouth and his hands were
under my skirt with every intention of getting inside my panties.
I hadn't been the house more than a couple of minutes and this
sexy stud already had me wet. When his hands slipped inside my
panties, I couldn't keep my ass still. I throbbed when I felt
him separate my ass cheeks and slid his fingers up and down my
crease.
Breaking the kiss, I moaned, "Not so fast, Honey. What if
Chadd comes in and sees you with your hands under my skirt and
inside my panties?"
"That's not a problem, Marcella. He's out on a date with
Joanne tonight. I think he's getting into her panties, but
Ginger says no. If not, I know he's trying."
"You should give him lessons. It certainly didn't take you
long to get into mine... I'd say no more than minute or so."
"Yeah... but just with my hands. I'd like to get under your
panties with something else. And speaking of getting into
panties, your husband doesn't seem to be having much problem
doing that with my wife."
I looked over and saw that Grant already had Ginger's skirt up
to her waist and both hands down the back of her panties where
they were slowly caressing her ass. "Come on, Grant. Take your
hands out of Ginger's panties."
My husband backed off and scowled at me. "Spoil sport. Why
waste time. Cordell, put on some music and let's dance with
these two sexy women."
Ginger smoothed her skirt and said, "Later, Grant. Later. If
we start dancing now, we'll never get your attention off of our
bodies long enough to have a serious chat with the two of you.
Let's enjoy some wine or something stronger if you guys prefer.
I've made some snacks and then Marcella and I want to have a
serious chat with our two randy husbands."
Cordell did put on some soft music while we brought the snacks
and the wine into the den. After we were seated, Grant wanted to
hear more about Chadd. "Cordell says he thinks your son is
getting into Joanne, but you don't agree. Why not? He's a
good-looking young man, and I know he's been dating her for
months."
"That's true and normally I would have expected Chadd to have
begun fucking her sometime last spring, but I have it on good
authority that he hasn't. I asked him a couple of weeks ago.
Our 17-year old son is still a virgin."
"That's amazing, but if you say so, I guess it's true. Now
what's this serious chat the two of you want to have with us?"
"Well, you and Marcella know that Grant and I purchased a
second home on Lake Haskell this winter. We plan on spending a
long weekend there over the fourth, and we would love for the two
of you to join us for the weekend. The place is very secluded
and we'll have complete privacy. Sound good?"
"Damn! I'll say it sounds good! Marcella told me I was in for
a surprise. She's already arranged baby sitting so I know she
likes the idea too. When do we go?"
Cordell answered Grant's question. "The plan is to drive down
together Saturday morning. It's about a two-hour drive. We'll
get there a little after noon, have lunch, and relax and enjoy
ourselves,"
"Wonderful," Grant said enthusiastically. "That was a short,
serious conversation."
"We're not done," Ginger said. "Just relax, Grant. Both you
and Cordell should have a drink... something strong. You may
need it."
Our husbands looked at each other completely perplexed.
Cordell shrugged and walked to the bar. "I'm having scotch,
Grant. You prefer bourbon and soda, right?" My husband nodded,
and a couple of minutes later, Cordell handed him his drink and
sat down to hear what we had to say.
"Marcella, why don't you tell them the first part, and then if
they agree, I'll tell them the rest. Ok?"
"Sure. Sounds like a good plan to me." I looked at the men
and began.
"How long have the two of you been feeling Ginger and me up
when we get together in the evenings? Just give me an estimate.
Cordell?"
"Bout six months or so. I think the first time I got up enough
nerve to slide my hands down to your ass when we were dancing was
around Xmas last year."
"Grant, how about you?"
"Yeah... about six months. When I saw Cordell feeling you up
on the dance floor, I followed suit later that same evening."
"That's our estimate too. So how far have you two guys gotten
with us? Six months ago, you were both stroking our asses on the
dance floor. You go first this time, Grant. How far have you
gotten with Ginger?"
"The most we've done was that night a few weeks ago when we
played that adult Truth or Consequences game. We got both of you
down to your panties and heels. Cordell and I were naked except
for our shorts. I know I got my hands inside Ginger's panties
when we were dancing, and I think Cordell was inside yours. We
sort of dry fucked you both. That's it. I think there is sort
of an unspoken agreement that we shouldn't exchange partners and
have actual sex."
"Cordell? Your turn. How far have you gotten with me in six
months?"
"Pretty much the same as Grant with Ginger... except...
well..."
He paused. "Go on, Cordell. Tell us."
"That night we played the adult game... when I had my hands
inside your panties, I was finger fucking you and stroking your
clit. I think you came."
"Oh I did... really hard."
"I wish I had known that," Grant said quietly. "I thought that
was out of bounds. I was dying to do the same with Ginger, but I
didn't. What's the point of this, Marcella?"
"Just this. Ginger and I want more. This weekend at the lake,
unless you guys object, we're only going to use the king-size bed
in the master bedroom for the first part of the night. No more
unspoken rules. After we're all exhausted, we'll flip a coin to
see who goes to the guest bedroom and who gets the master
bedroom. Both have their own bathroom. I'll be sleeping with
Cordell Saturday night in one bedroom or the other, and my sexy
husband will be sharing Ginger's bed."
"Why wait until Saturday?" Cordell asked. "Let's start
tonight. Right now!"
"No. Ginger and I have been discussing and thinking about this
for a week. We don't want you guys to make a snap decision with
your cocks doing the thinking. We want you both to discuss this
frankly and before we leave on Saturday, you can tell us your
decision. If it's no; we'll just enjoy an erotic weekend like
those we've been having for months."
Both men nodded their agreement, and then Grant said, "Well, I
have to admit that certainly qualified as a 'serious chat'."
"We're not finished, Honey," Ginger giggled. "There's more...
lots more. You guys ready for this?"
Our husbands now stared at each other. Their surprise... even
shock... was evident. "More?? There's more? I hope you girls
know that I'm already so damn hard that I feel like if there's
much more, I may soil my pants," Grant said meaning every word.
Now it was my turn to giggle. "I've already soiled my panties,
Darling. Why should you be an exception? Go on, Ginger. Tell
them."
"On Sunday morning, we'll have a late breakfast and probably
play some sexy games or whatever. The bedrooms will be available
if we want to continue playing there. On Sunday night, the
pairings will be changing."
"How so? Cordell asked?
"We're only going to switch on Saturday night," my husband
asked, unable to keep the disappointment from his voice.
"Not exactly," Ginger laughed softly. "We're going to be
switching a lot from now on, but on Sunday evening another man
will be joining us... if the two of you don't object. I'm going
to be taking care of you two guys... any way you want me. You
can take turns... or both have me at the same time... any two
holes you want. Meanwhile, Marcella is going to be with the new
arrival taking care of him in the guest bedroom for the night.
The walls are very thin so I'm sure we won't have any problems
figuring out just how she's taking care of him."
Grant's mouth was open, but no sound was coming out. He was
too stunned. Finally, Cordell asked the obvious question.
"Who's the other guy?"
"It's Chadd," Ginger said calmly.
"WHAT?" both men said in unison almost as if it had been
planned and rehearsed. "Why? What's that all about?" Grant
continued.
"Chadd is a virgin... like I told you. He's tried and tried to
get Joanne to have sex but she's only 16, and she's too nervous
to do it. I don't have the slightest doubt that Chadd's going to
pay a prostitute for sex just so he can find out what's it's
like. I don't want his first time to be with a whore who has no
feelings for him. I want him to be with a woman who's going to
make it wonderful for him and teach him how a man pleases a
woman. I want it to be an experience he'll remember with
pleasure all his life. I've asked Marcella if she woud help him,
and she's agreed if neither of you object."
The men were silent for awhile. Finally, Cordell said, "Well,
I have to say that I think that's a great idea if it's ok with
Grant. I don't want Chadd's first time to be with a whore
either."
When Cordell finished, Grant gave his views. "I also think
it's a good idea. I don't have any doubt that Chadd will
remember it all his life with pleasure. But I have to ask... Are
you sure you're cool with this, Marcella?"
"Well, having to fuck a randy, handsome, well-built, hung,
17-year old stud who can get it up over and over and over and who
Ginger says is wild to screw me is going to be a very difficult,
tough job. But somebody has to do it... and after all, what are
friends for anyway?"
Both men laughed and Ginger threw a sofa cushion at me. "Dirty
Slut!" she yelled.
"Look who's calling me a dirty slut! The hot bitch who's going
to be fucking two, big-cocked guys all night Sunday."
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Thirty minutes later, we had exchanged husbands and were busy
dirty dancing with them. The men had our tits out and all our
clothes off except for our heels and panties. Their hands were
inside the panties and inside our cunts as we danced. Cordell
had already made me cum once and my hips were thrusting against
his hand harder and harder as he worked on my throbbing clitoris.
From the gyrations of Ginger's ass, it was obvious that my hot
stud husband also had his fingers buried in her pussy. Her head
was thrown back, her mouth open as she hissed in a hot climax.
"Look at your wife, Cordell. Grant's making her cum right
now!"
"I know. Are you close to cumming again?"
"Very. Concentrate on my clit, Darling and I'll explode again
for you."
"How about oral sex? Wouldn't you like a tongue on your pussy,
Marcella?"
"I'd love it, but we have to wait until Saturday... That's the
plan. We'll all be so hot with the anticipation, the sex will be
fantastic."
"Ok. But after I get you off again, what about me?"
"Don't worry, Lover. I'm sure I can think of a way to make
that big prick of yours shoot off."
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After the movie, Chadd had driven out to a popular "Lover's
Lane" and parked with Joanne. As soon as he had killed the car's
engine, she had moved into his arms and received his kiss with
her mouth open... her tongue probing.
Over the next ten minutes, Chadd kissed the sexy, 16-year old
blonde repeatedly. With each kiss, Joanne moaned louder and more
often. When Chadd's fingers began opening the buttons of her
blouse, she sighed and thrust her breasts against his hands. He
squeezed each globe causing her to moan.
When he reached behind her to open her bra clasps, she leaned
forward to give him more room. Very quickly, her bra was lying
on the back seat of the car leaving her 34C breasts naked. Hard
and firm, her nipples were even harder. As Chadd pulled them,
she groaned. When he squeezed, she hissed with pleasure, and
when he twisted them, she gasped with a mixture of pain and
excitement.
By this time, Chadd's cock was iron-hard. The huge bulge was
obvious to Joanne who took every opportunity to brush against it,
and every time she did so, Chadd prick throbbed. Finally, he
could stand no more.
"Take it in your hand, Joanne. Feel me like I'm feeling your
breasts."
"No. It's not the same thing."
Totally frustrated, Chadd moved his hand to the bottom of her
skirt and began to move up her leg until he had reached her
thighs. Abruptly, Joanne clamped her hand over his. "Don't!
You know I don't want you doing that. Isn't it enough that I let
you play with my tits?"
"No, it isn't. I want to feel your pussy. Please. I've never
felt one before."
"Well, you're certainly not going to be feeling mine either. I
want you to take me home now."
Nothing Chadd could say or do would change Joanne's mind.
Fifteen minutes later he was parked in her driveway. He got out
and opened the door for her, but when he tried to kiss her good
night, she shook her head. "No! I'm not kissing you again after
the way you pawed me."
When Chadd reached his house, he saw the Reinfield's car was
parked in the driveway. Obviously, his parents were entertaining
Grant and Marcella. He remembered how he had told his mom how
Marcella really turned him on. He also remembered thinking that
her reaction to that information seemed odd.
On an impulse, Chadd decided to go around to the back of the
house and see if they had left the blinds on the patio door open
enough for him to see what was happening. Without quite knowing
why, he realized that his cock was hard again.
Fortunately, the curtains on the patio door were only partially
closed and the lights were still on in the den. The first thing
he noticed was that the couch in the den had been opened and made
into a bed. The second thing was his mother who was resting her
knees on the bed. She was naked except for a pair of black,
bikini panties, thigh-high stockings, and heels. With her body
bent forward slightly, her big tits were hanging slightly and
swinging seductively with her every movement. His hard cock
seemed to get even harder.
As Chadd watched, Mr. Reinfield got onto the bed with his
mother and laid down. He was completely naked. His mother said
something to Mr. Reinfield who laughed in response. Ginger
reached out and cupped his balls... hefting them... playing with
them... the same way she had played with him that weekend his Dad
was out of town. When he saw his mom wrap her hand around Mr.
Reinfield's cock and begin jacking him off, he frantically pulled
out his own hard rod and began stroking it... his hand moving in
time with his mom's hand.
Even though he was so hot it was hard to think, he did wonder
where his dad was while his wife was jacking off another man.
His eyes quickly scanned the room. On the other side, he saw his
dad sitting in a lounge chair. His shirt was open and his pants
were off. Mrs. Reinfield was kneeling between his spread legs
with her hand wrapped around his dad's fully erect dick. She was
jacking him off just like his mom was doing to Grant.
Chadd's eyes darted back and forth. Part of the time, he
watched his mother jerking off Mr. Reinfield. The rest of the
time, he stared at Marcella pumping his dad's big cock. His hand
pumped frantically up and down his own shaft.
Within a span of less than a minute, he watched Mr. Reinfield's
cum load spewing high in the air. Ten seconds later, he saw his
dad cumming all over Marcella's big tits. As the last of his
dad's load spurted, his load shot out and splattered against the
glass patio door.
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A Weekend Together:
As things turned out, Marcella and I didn't have to wait until
Saturday to find out what our husbands had decided about the long
fourth of July weekend. They discussed it at work on Thursday,
and that evening Cordell said he and Grant loved the idea and
could hardly wait until Saturday.
"You just can't wait to get your big cock into Marcella's pussy
can you?" I teased, but not in a way he could tell I was teasing
him.
"What that stuff? You and Marcella are the ones who came up
with this plan, not me and not Grant. I think you're the one who
can't wait to get your pussy stuffed with Grant's 8-inch dick."
Moving close, I squeezed my husband's semi-hard rod through his
pants and whispered, "You're so right, Darling. I've already
finger fucked my pussy twice today just thinking about it." His
cock immediately surged to full erection!
"God but you're a hot, delicious slut!" he moaned as his hands
hefted my tits.
"Are you sorry you married such a slutty whore?"
"Sorry? I love it! I fucking love it!"
"You love fucking it too... why don't you take me to the
bedroom and give me some of this, Baby?"
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On Friday afternoon, Chadd came got home early as basketball
practice had been canceled for the upcoming holiday. Cordell was
still at work when my son came into the kitchen where I was busy
preparing dinner.
"Mom, do you remember how you spied on me when Dad was out of
town? Remember how you caught me jacking off?"
Looking back over my shoulder, I gave my son a very warm smile.
"I could hardly forget something like that. I remember ever
detail. Why do you ask?"
"Because I spied on you and Dad last Wednesday night. I know I
shouldn't have, but I couldn't resist."
"I thought you were out on a date with Joanne that night."
"I was but she got mad and made me take her home."
"Because you tried to fuck her?"
"Yeah. We were parked and I had her tits out sucking and
licking on her nipples. She got really hot... I mean REALLY HOT!
I think she had an orgasm. That really set me on fire and I put
my hand under her skirt to stroke her pussy. She just blew up!
She yelled and screamed and made me take her home. She wouldn't
even let me kiss her good night. So I came home early and saw
the Reinfields were here."
"And?"
"And I went around to the back of the house and spied through
the open curtains of the patio door. You were jacking off Mr.
Reinfield, and Mrs. Reinfield was doing the same thing to Dad. I
got my cock out and jerked off watching. I just couldn't help
it."
"Of course you couldn't. No young man could have...
particularly not a young man whose girl friend had just gotten
him hard and ready and then left him hanging. Did it shock you?"
"Not much... it did turn me on big time! I came three times
watching you and Dad doing it. But Mr. Reinfield didn't fuck you
and Dad didn't screw Mrs. Reinfield... why not?"
"None of us felt we should actually have sex. We've been
playing erotic games... touching... feeling... and now
masturbating each other for months. It's just between the four
of us. No one else. But this weekend, we've invited the
Reinfields to join us in our lake house for the entire three
days. We plan to go all the way. And we have a surprise for
you."
"What?" Chadd asked as he rubbed his now very hard cock.
"On Sunday, you're invited to join us. Marcella will pick you
up here promptly at 3 PM. Don't make any other plans. I can
tell you... this will be a weekend you'll never forget."
"Oh my god!" My son was now rubbing his cock even faster and
harder.
"Come on. Help me get dinner ready, Honey." I turned back
toward the cabinet to finish preparing the salad. I didn't get
very far before Chadd was behind me. His hands circled my body
and cupped both tits. At the same time, I felt his hard shaft
against my ass.
"Nooo... Don't Honey. We've talked about this. I'm your
mother. Stop."
"Oh god... I can't, Mom. I'm so hard... so hot for you!" I
felt my skirt being pulled up in the back... then I felt a very
hard... very naked cock being thrust between my thighs right
below my pussy. "Bend over, Mom. Please. I want... no... I
need to fuck you."
Again I told my son to stop. He didn't hear a word. When I
felt my panties being pulled down around my thighs, I figured I
was about 10 seconds away from being fucked by my son. His hand
was around my hips buried in my pussy where he was rubbing my now
very erect clitoris. Briefly, I thought he must have learned
some technique from watching Grant doing it to me because he was
doing me very well for a 17-year old male virgin.
Chadd was wild to fuck. His hands pressed my upper body
downward onto the counter top. I had to push the salad bowl to
one side to prevent my tits from being thrust into the greens.
As his legs forced mine apart, I felt my pussy gushing in
preparation for his cock. As Chadd tried desperately to maneuver
his cock into proper position to penetrate me, I raised up on tip
toes to arch my hips higher and bring the opening to my cunt into
position for him. The bloated head of his cock slid through my
wet pussy lips to my very hot and very ready open hole.
The garage door made its usual horribly loud mechanical
grinding sounds as the door was raised by the electric motor.
"Oh god. That's your father. Stop! NOW!"
This time the message got through to my son's brain, and he
backed away from me as I quickly pulled up my panties and dropped
my skirt back into place. When Cordell entered the kitchen,
Chadd was busy peeling the potatoes as I completed the salad.
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The drive to the Arnett's lake house was difficult for
everyone. Cordell let me know in no uncertain terms that he
intended to fuck me in the back seat when Grant took his turn at
the wheel. He also told me that he wanted me to give him a
blowjob when he was driving. My randy husband was already trying
to get Ginger's panties off before we even left the house.
Ginger and I quickly poured cold water on our randy husbands'
plans. "Listen you two. You're both going to behave during the
trip. We have a wonderful weekend planned, and we don't want
every thing ruined by Cordell having a car wreck as I suck his
cock or as he listens to his wife being fucked in the back seat.
Once we get to the lake house, you guys can take charge, but not
until!"
The men pouted all the way to the house, but they did behave
themselves. However, as soon as Cordell parked the car in the
house's driveway, Ginger and I knew that we were in for one wild,
hot weekend.
Grant got out of the back seat first and held the door open for
Ginger. As soon as she was out of the car, my husband had her in
his arms. Quickly, he yanked her sweater up above her big tits
and pulled down her bra. At the same time as his mouth captured
one of Ginger's nipples, his hand raised her skirt up to her
waist. Right there beside the car, Grant sucked her now
throbbing nipples one after the other as he finger fucked her
vagina and rubbed her throbbing clit. If there were any
neighbors around, they all knew that Ginger was no more than five
minutes away from an intense fucking.
Grant was carrying a moaning Ginger into the house at the same
time as Cordell pulled me from the car. All I had worn for the
trip were heels, a micro-mini skirt, and a black, transparent
halter. I had loved teasing him during the trip... keeping his
cock iron hard, but now it was his turn.
Cordell thrust his hand into back of my mini-skirt and led me
toward the house with his hand on my ass and two fingers buried
inside my rectum. I couldn't keep my ass from humping on his
fingers as he walked me very slowly toward the front door. We
were almost there when a teenaged boy rode past on his bicycle.
He stopped and gaped at my bouncing breasts. Cordell turned me
to face him and whispered in my ear, "Show the guy your big tits,
Marcella. NOW! He punctuated his order by driving his fingers
deep inside my ass.
"AAAAAHHHHH... uunngghhh," came my hissing moan as I jerked
open the halter and let my tits spill our right in front of the
startled boy. I saw him rubbing his prick as I was led inside
the house.
Once inside, I saw that my husband now had Ginger sitting on
his cock supporting herself with her hands on his knees as she
hammered her pussy frantically up and down his rigid shaft.
"Fuck on it, you hot sexy Bitch!" my husband ordered, and
Ginger obeyed instantly. Her hips flashed up and down as the
squishing noises of Grant's thick fuck stick plowing in and out
of her soaking wet vagina filled the room. Moments later, Ginger
was cumming.
"UH-HUN UH-HUN UH-HUN... GIVE IT TO MEEEEEE... OOOHHHHH FUCK
OOOHHHH FUCK! CUMMING. I'M CUMMING. PUMP IT TO ME, GRANT!"
Cordell didn't allow me much time to watch them. Opening one
button and pulling down the zipper, Cordell got me out of my
micro-mini skirt in less than 10 seconds. Two fingers entered my
vagina and his thumb worked over my clitoris as his mouth
pleasured both of my nipples. He had me moaning uncontrollably.
"You have no idea how many times I've dreamed of doing this to
you, Marcella. You're just too gorgeous for words. Get on your
hands and knees on the floor right beside Grant and my wife....
That's it... my god! What an ass you've got! Arch it high,
Honey, and spread your knees.... Pull your ass cheeks open...
show it to me, Marcella."
When I had opened myself, Cordell knelt behind me and pressed
his face into my cunt. An instant later, I felt his tongue
probing up and down my sex trench. "OOOOoooooooooohhhhh... that
feels fantastic, Cordell! Please! Lick me! Lick my clit... I'm
already about to cum!"
Cordell sucked hard on my near bursting clit pulling it into
his mouth. The pressure was intense. As soon as I felt his
tongue sliding up and down the ultra sensitive shaft, my vagina
went into a series of hard spastic contractions as my clitoris
expanded and throbbed. I squirted explosively all over his face
and the carpet.
"AAAEEEEEIIIIIIII... STOP... FOR GOD'S SAKE... STOP! CAN'T
TAKE THIS... YOU'RE KILLING MEEEEEE...
UUUNNNGGGHHH...GGGHHAAAA... OOOHHH FUCK OOOHHH FUCK FUCK FUCK
FUCK!!!"
In the background, I heard Ginger wailing in her orgasm ...
loud, intense shrieks... followed by grunts... finally moans...
after which I could hear her begging my husband to fuck her
again.
Cordell jerked his face away from my convulsing cunt, aligned
his iron-hard phallus with my gaping hole, and drove his entire
length into my cunt. The big head thudded hard into my womb. I
grunted... then cried out as my vagina again went into another
hard spasm.
After that, Cordell fucked me with all the fury and lust caused
by six months of my teasing and taunting him. Now, he was in
command. His powerful cock was buried up my cunt, and he was
using my fuck hole as he pleased ... slamming hard, powerful
strokes into me with lightning speed as he growled and grunted. I
came again when I felt him spewing his huge load into me.
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Cordell and I kept our sexy wives naked, except for their
heels, for the rest of the day. The sight of those two luscious
females walking around the house with their big tits bouncing and
their naked pussies and thighs wet with semen did a great job of
keeping us hard and ready.
We spent all afternoon until well past 6 PM having what was
essentially a non-stop orgy of sexual games and activities. At
one point, we had both women on the bed on their knees with their
heads on the bed and their asses right at the edge. The sight
from behind them was cock-hardening. Both of their wet, gaping
pussies were stretched open from previous fucking with thin
streams of semen seeping out.
As usual, we started with me screwing Ginger and Cordell
fucking Marcella, but after we had gotten the girls off once or
twice, we smoothly switched so that we were each pumping our own
wife. When the women realized what we were doing, they both
called us dirty, depraved bastards, but they both kept their
knees apart and their asses arched high.
Cordell spent a lot of time giving the women head. He would
lick Marcella's pussy and clit until she convulsed in a hard
orgasm and then switch to Ginger's eager cunt. He even did this
after we had just finished pumping them full of cum. Since that
wasn't an activity that interested me, I either watched or used
the break to rest.
By mutual agreement, we all dressed for dinner, at least
partially. Cordell and I put on T-shirts and shorts while the
girls wore bras, panties, and heels. For dessert, the women got
under the table and deep throated us. Naturally, they switched
back and forth just as we had done... and naturally, we called
them dirty, depraved sluts, but we kept thrusting our cocks in
and out of their mouths.
As planned, we all shared the large king-sized bed in the
master bedroom that night. As soon as we had all jumped into
bed, the women shoved Cordell and I onto our backs and mounted
us. The sight of their big tits bouncing up and down as they
rode us was almost as exciting as the feeling their tight cunts
produced on our cocks.
First it was Marcella howling as her pussy exploded about
Cordell's rod. Ginger fucked herself even harder and faster on
my cock and soon she was screaming as her pussy throbbed and her
juices gushed all over my belly and thighs. Neither of them
slowed their fuck motions in the slightest. Neither of us could
hold off for long. When Ginger leaned over me, dangling her big
tits in my face, and whispered, "Shoot it into me, Stud. Pump
Cordell's wife full of your hot jizz!", I lost it. My prick just
went into a series of hard spasms, each spasm shooting another
gush of cum into Ginger's cunt.
"OOOHHhhhhh... he's cumming in my cunt, Honey... Grant pumping
his load into meeeeeeeeeee... right NOW! IT'S GOING UP MY PUSSY,
BABY!" That was more than enough to cause Cordell's cock to
unload deep inside my wife's pumping hole.
By 10 PM, both Cordell and I were wasted. I had had seven
orgasms since noon. Marcella told me later that Cordell had cum
eight times. I felt like it might be a week before I could get
it up again. Fortunately, that feeling turned out to be
incorrect.
Sometime during the middle of the night, I felt the bed
rocking. Slowly, I opened my eyes. The night light provided
enough illumination for me to see a pair of female legs jerking
back and forth in the air. Cordell was mounted on one of the
women fucking her in missionary position.
"Ugh... Ugh... oh yes, Lover. Fuck me. It's so damn good.
Pump my hot cunt, Honey. OOohhh... uuummmmmm... fuck it... fuck
it... fuck it," Marcella chanted over and over.
As I watched, I felt Ginger's mouth engulf my semi-hard cock
and begin sucking me. She caressed my balls as she sucked me all
the way into her throat. Even when I had reached full erection,
she was still taking the entire 8 inches of cock into her throat.
Although her mouth felt fantastic, I wanted her cunt. And I
wanted her on her back... side-by-side with my wife... taking my
cock deep inside her pussy the same way my wife was taking
Cordell's cock.
A short time later, there were four female legs extended high
in the air. Four feet and four shapely legs jerked back and
forth. Ginger's toes curled backward as I fucked her throbbing
cunt. My wife's toes, on the other hand, clenched when Cordell
powered his prick into her waiting cunt hole. Marcella reached
over and squeezed Ginger's tit as she did the same to Marcella's.
"Your husband's fucking the shit out of me, Ginger. God... can
he ever screw... he's gonna make me cum again."
"Same here! Grant's cock feels like a baseball bat inside my
pussy... stretching meeeeeeeee.... ooohhhh... he's pumping it to
me, Marcella. Oh fuckkkkkk... he's cumming! OH! OH! OH! Big
load... huge load going into meeeeeeeee!"
The following morning, while we were all still half asleep and
half awake, we were fondling and caressing whatever body of the
opposite sex happened to be closest. The girls were in the
middle sandwiched between Cordell and me. I heard my wife
whispering to Ginger.
"You're going to have both of these studs all the rest of the
day and night. I want them this morning... at the same time.
Are you Ok with that?"
"Of course. I'll go take a shower and clean up. The boys are
all yours, Marcella. Ravish them, Honey."
As Ginger strolled naked into the bathroom, Marcella pulled us
both close to her body, her hands holding our cocks. "I want
these big cocks in me... at the same time... one in my cunt...
the other in my ass. I'll leave it up to you guys to decide who
gets which hole. While you're deciding, I'm going to suck and
get you both hard and ready."
Cordell asked if he could have my wife's ass. I nodded and
laid down on my back. Marcella quickly mounted me. Cordell
aligned my hard cock at the opening to her vagina, and she
slammed her pussy down its full length. We both grunted when the
head hit the bottom of her channel.
She pumped her hips a few times while Cordell mounted her ass.
I held my wife steady as he pressed his cock against her rectum.
She grunted. He exerted even more pressure. She gasped as her
sphincter opened and his cock powered into her ass, stretching it
open as it sank inward.
Once he was fully into her, we both began fuck motions.
Marcella wailed and grunted. When we got a rhythm set up... in
and out of her holes one after the other... she was shrieking.
Neither of us could tell whether my wife was crying out in pain
or pleasure. It didn't matter. All we wanted to do was fuck her
fore and aft until we filled both holes with cum.
Ginger came out of the bathroom and began rubbing her cunt as
she watched. "Ooohhh DAMN! You guys are fucking the shit out of
her. Lister to her howl! Pump her harder... faster. Really
fuck the hot slut! Sooooo fucking hot... gonna cum... oh fuck...
I'm gonna cum!"
Ginger groaned as her pussy began throbbing. Marcella was
spurting her juices all over the bed as both holes were
contracting in hard spasms. I felt Cordell shooting inside her
ass. His throbbing cock caused her ass and pussy to clamp down
like a vise about my cock. It was too much. When my load poured
into my wife's pussy, her screams echoed throughout the lake
house.
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Exactly as planned, Marcella pulled up in front of the Arnett's
house at 3 PM. As she had expected, the excited teenager was
waiting for her on his front lawn. He had packed a small
suitcase for the two-day stay at the lake house, and as he
hurried toward the car, Marcella could easily see that he already
had a fierce erection.
When Chadd got into the front seat beside Grant's wife, he
said, "Hi, Mrs. Reinfield. Thank you for making a special trip
to pick me up."
Marcella began to laugh. "Chadd, call me Marcella. Unless
addressing me as Mrs. Reinfield gets you hard and hot. In that
case, you can call me Mrs. Reinfield anytime you like."
"It doesn't matter what I call you, Marcella. I'm already so
hard, it hurts."
Marcella grinned, put the car in gear, and sped away toward the
lake house. Fifteen minutes and 10 miles later, they were on the
highway. Chadd hadn't taken his eyes off Marcella the entire
trip.
"I think you must like the way I look, Chadd. You've been
practically fucking me with your eyes ever since I picked you
up."
"Oh god," the young man moaned, his hand squeezing his cock as
he pressed his thighs together in an attempt to avoid cumming in
his pants.
When Marcella realized that just her using the word "fuck" had
been enough to almost make Chadd shoot off in his pants, she felt
her vagina gush and her clit throb. "Oh fuck!" she thought.
"This is going to be incredibly sexy." Aloud, she asked, "Do you
like big tits like mine? Are they too big?"
"I can't take my eyes off of them. Are you wearing a bra? You
must be."
"Why?"
"They're so big... how can they be that firm without a bra?"
"Young women have firm tits, Chadd. Your mother tells me
you've played with Joanne's a lot. So you already know that,
right?"
"Yeah... she lets me play with her tits, but that's all. And
hers aren't anything close to being as sexy as your tits."
"How do you know? You've seen hers... played with them. You
haven't even seen mine."
"Will you take them out so I can see them?"
Marcella regarded the wildly excited teenager for a moment
before she spoke. "Chadd, you need to be more firm with a woman.
Don't beg. Don't plead. You're the man. Be firm and positive.
Tell her what you want in no uncertain terms. She may say no...
that's her prerogative... but even if she refuses, she going to
know that she's with a strong, aggressive male. The chances are
that even if she says no, she's excited and wants to say yes...
so don't give up. Now... would you like to try again?"
Marcella quickly found out that Chadd was a very fast learner.
"I want to see your tits, Marcella. I've never been with a woman
with such beautiful breasts. Take them out."
"Oh god! That's a hundred times better." She hesitated...
waiting.
"Take them out. Just pull your top down. Do it now!"
"Is this what you want, Honey?" Marcella kept one hand on the
wheel while she slowly pulled the bodice of tight green blouse
down over her large breasts. She had to pull hard to get the
tight garment over her tits, but once the bodice cleared her
nipples, it quickly slipped downward fully exposing her thrusting
mounds and their hard nipples.
"God!" Chadd hissed in awe. "They're not only big, they're
perfect! Just absolutely beautiful! Keep both hands on the
wheel, Marcella. I'm going to feel them."
Chadd moved close and cupped first one and then the other
breast. Slowly his hand moved upward over the surface of each
globe in turn... rotating... stroking... squeezing. Next, he
concentrated on her turgid, hard nipples... pulling gently...
then harder... squeezing and twisting. Finally, he leaned
forward and kissed her right nipple bringing a soft moan from
Grant's wife. When he sucked the nipple into his mouth and
nipped it with his teeth, she gasped with a little pain but
mostly with excited pleasure.
"Please... stop. I can't drive when you play with me like
that. Please wait."
"I thought you said to be firm and positive... not to beg and
plead?"
"A man is firm and aggressive... a woman begs and pleads. The
man is charge, Honey. But if you decide to continue caressing
and exciting my tits, I'll have to pull over to the shoulder
while you do it to me."
"All right. I'll wait." He moved back to his side of seat,
but continued to stare at Marcella's exposed tits.
"May I cover my tits, Honey?"
"No. Leave them out."
"Oh god!" Now it was Marcella who was pressing her thighs
together.
No one spoke for another ten minutes or so. Finally, Chadd
said abruptly. "I'm a virgin. Did my mother tell you that?"
"She told me."
"Why did she do that? It's sort of embarrassing for me."
"She didn't do it to embarrass you, Chadd. She did it to get
me hot and wild to have you fuck me."
"What if I say no?"
Marcella laughed. "I advised you to be firm and aggressive,
Chadd... not stupid." Now, they both laughed.
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Just before Marcella arrived at the Arnett�s home to pick up
Chadd, Cordell and Grant had had enough of Ginger's teasing. The
two men carried her into the den where Cordell pulled open her
black blouse and removed both large tits and Grant pushed her
skirt up to her waist and pulled off her panties.
"Her panties are soaked, Cordell. I think your wife wants to
be fucked. Is that right, Ginger? Do you want us to fuck you?"
"Not yet, you randy stud. Not until both of you lick my pussy
and make me cum all over your faces."
"I don't eat pussy," Grant said.
"Man, you don't know what you're missing with this hot woman.
Ginger's cunt just explodes when you lick her. And it keeps
exploding as long as you continue to suck and lick her clit.
After a bit, she'll start begging you to stop. I just ignore her
and make her cum again and again until she's helpless. You gotta
try it."
"I'm not sure... not sure I can do that."
Moving closer, Ginger knelt in front of Grant and began
unzipping his pants. When her hand moved inside and circled his
hard rod, he sighed with pleasure. She pulled the stiff, thick
shaft out of his pants. It throbbed and jerked in her hand...
becoming even larger until she was unable to get her hand all the
way around it. Slowly, she moved her hand up and down his cock
causing Grant's sighs to change to moans. His hips were
thrusting toward her mouth in fuck motions.
"You want me to suck it, Honey? Put it in my mouth and let you
fuck me?"
"You know I do," he growled unable to keep his hips still.
Ginger moved closer, stretched her mouth wide, and took the
first five inches inside.
"OOOHHHHhhh FUCK! YES! SUCK IT! UGH! UGH! UN-HUN! UN-HUN!"
Grant held Ginger's head on his cock emitting grunt after deep
masculine grunt as her cheeks hollowed and her tongue swabbed the
head and circled the deep cock ridge. She took two more inches
into her throat... deep enough that Grant's balls were now
slapping her chin every time he pushed his cock into her mouth.
Ginger pulled Grant's throbbing organ out of her mouth, looked
at him, and grinned. "You like that don't you. You really want
to blow your big load down my throat, don't you Honey?
"Oh yeah... at least sooner or later. I also want to put
several of those inside your hot pussy."
"Well, Lover, having your tongue inside my sex trench...
pumping in and out of my pussy and making smy clit throb and my
vagina contract in one hard spasm after another feels just as
wonderful to a woman as my mouth feels on your cock or any man's
cock."
"Does it really feel that good," Grant asked, obviously
surprised.
"Judging from the fact that when I suck your cock, you or any
man usually cums just once whereas when a guy licks my pussy and
clit, I'll have three, four, or more intense orgasms, I would say
I love having your tongue and mouth on my cunt far more than you
enjoy having me suck your cock. So, if you intend to fuck my
mouth and throat a lot in the future, you're going to have to
learn how to give a woman oral sex. Understand?"
Grant nodded. "Are you telling me that if I don't learn how
to give your hot pussy pleasure with my mouth and tongue, I can
forget getting any more blowjobs from you?"
"That's a very blunt way of putting it... makes me sound like
an extortionist, but basically that's the deal, Honey."
"How come Marcella has never explained it to me so clearly?"
"She's your wife. Other women aren't. Truthfully, Grant, I
love sucking your big cock and making you cum. When you shoot
inside my mouth, I usually cum too its so exciting. If you would
ever give me oral sex until you make me cum, I think it would be
so exciting for you, I wouldn't be able to get you to stop and
let me rest." Leaning back in her chair with her legs wide open,
she asked, "So what's it going to be, Stud? Cocksucking and
pussy from me whenever you want it or just a steady diet of
pussy?"
Grant fell to his knees in front of Ginger's open legs. "I
haven't done this before. I hope you'll cut me a little slack
while I learn."
"Don't worry, Lover. You're gonna have me and Marcella begging
for your tongue before this weekend is over." Ginger lifted her
thigh over the chair arm and waited, her pussy gushing and
pulsing.
Grant pressed his face into her sex saddle and ran his tongue
up the length of the pulsing sex trench. As his tongue moved
over her opening, he stabbed his tongue into her hole as deeply
as possible. Ginger's hips rose off the chair.
"OOOOohhhhhhhhhhhh... Baby! Suck meeeeeeee!"
When his tongue hit her erect clitoris, Grant felt the clit
pulse... then throb. It began to dance in and out of its
protective hood as he stroked it repeatedly with his tongue.
Above his head, he heard Ginger's moans and gasps becoming louder
and louder. Abruptly, he pulled his head back from her quivering
cunt.
"I thought I would hate the aroma and the taste, but I LOVE it!
It's so musky... so intoxicating. I'm already hard as stone."
"Shut up ... stop talking, Grant. You've already got me
throbbing... Give me more! Please!" Her hips arched six inches
off the chair's seat and thrust frantically in the air in an
effort to entice the male tongue back onto her engorged and
pulsing clit.
Once more, Grant attacked Ginger's soaked pussy. As soon as
his tongue slashed over the surface of her clitoris, she wailed
and her vagina contracted in an intense spasm. A moment later,
she screamed at her husband who was now jacking off while
watching his wife being sucked.
"Oh god, Baby! He's making your wife cum... OOOHHHH FUCK! I'M
CUMMING!"
Grant almost shot off when he felt Ginger's vagina erupting
again and again. Her clitoris contracted and expanded repeatedly
as the orgasm ripped through her pussy. Suddenly, she spurted
all over his face. What he had previously thought would be
repulsive excited him so much he began ravishing Ginger's pussy
even harder. His tongue became a blur of motion over her
exploding clit.
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After Marcella had parked in the driveway of the lake house,
she turned to Chadd. "Would you prefer to go in the back way? I
left the back door unlocked so we can if you like. The guest
bedroom is ours for today and tonight. It's right next to the
back door."
"Why should I want to go in the back door?"
Marcella shrugged. "I just thought you might not want to see
my husband and your dad fucking your mom."
"They're both fucking her? Right now?"
"Probably... at least one of them will be on her... that's
almost certain."
"Then let's go in the front door. I've never seen anyone
fucking before... I mean for real. I've seen video porn."
"Ok. Let's be quiet so we can see just how slutty Ginger is
when she doesn't know her son's watching."
Marcella unlocked the front door as quietly as possible, and
the two of them heard the sounds of sex coming from the den.
Ginger was groaning rhythmically while one of the men was
grunting with the same rhythm. "Your mom's being fucked, Chadd.
Do you hear how her groans immediately follow the man grunts?
He's grunting every time he rams his cock into her, and she
groans in response. Come on... let's get closer."
From the hallway, they saw that Cordell and Grant had Ginger on
the couch on her knees. Chadd's dad was seated with his wife
bent over licking and sucking his hard cock. Grant was kneeling
behind her pounding his cock in and out of her upturned ass. On
every stroke, his rod was sinking all the way into her and his
balls was slapping her wet cunt. From their position, Marcella
and Chadd had a perfect of the cock disappearing inside her ass.
"My god... your husband's fucking my mom in her ass," Chadd
whispered. "And she's sucking Dad at the same time!"
"Doesn't she look hot and beautiful? Are you hard, Honey?"
"She does, and I'm so fucking hard!"
"Come on, Chadd. Let's take this to the guest bedroom and do
something about that hard problem you've got."
The two of them hurried back to the bedroom, Marcella actually
beating Chadd there. Mounting the game table on her elbows and
knees, she bent over and thrust her ass high. "Like my pants,
Honey?" she asked knowing that the garment showed her every
crease.
"Oh fuck yes! But I want them off!"
"The zipper's in the back, Honey. Strip me, Baby."
Even after he had opened the zipper, the pants were so tight,
they both had to work to get them over her flared hips. "You'll
have to take off my heels to get the pants off, Chadd."
"But I want you to wear your heels," he protested.
"Of course you do. You're a man... or soon will be. You can
put them back on me after you get my pants off."
Once Chadd got the pants down around her thighs, he said,
"Stand up, Marcella. It will be easier to get them off." When
she stood up, Chadd thought he was having a wet dream. With her
big tits still out and her pants down around her thighs, only the
tiny G-string concealed her pussy. "Oh damn! You're so fucking
beautiful and sexy!"
"Oh god... I'm about to cum," he moaned.
"Of course you are, Honey. There's no way you could possibly
hold your big load. You're a virgin. I'm really amazed that you
haven't already shot off like a cannon."
"I'm about to... I don't want to cum in my pants!"
"You're not going to cum in your pants. Come here!" As soon
as Chadd was within reach, Marcella stripped off his pants and
shorts. His 7-inch cock was standing nearly straight up...
hard... ready... precum flowing from the tip. "Now sit down,"
Marcella commanded.
As soon as he was seated, Marcella knelt between his knees,
bent over, and held his cock near her mouth. "I'm going to suck
you off, Darling. I want you to enjoy every minute of it... just
hold my head and fuck your cock into my throat... don't worry
about choking me... your won't. And don't you dare pull your
cock out of my mouth when you cum. Just pump your huge load into
my belly, Lover."
Marcella bent over and took Chadd's throbbing, swollen member
into her mouth. The teenager groaned with the intense pleasure
of his first blowjob. Following directions, he held her head in
place and thrust his ass upward driving his entire length into
her throat. She grunted but took every inch. Chadd began to
fuck her mouth as she sucked him hard. It took less than a
minute before his monster, pent up load gushed out. The first
jet almost filled Marcella's mouth. She swallowed but couldn't
get all of it down her throat before the second gush emptied into
her.
When Chadd's cock had finally stopped shooting sperm and semen
into her mouth, Marcella swallowed the last of his load and
pulled her mouth off his now semi-hard rod. "My god! Talk about
a huge load! I know you're a virgin, Honey, but don't you ever
jack off?"
"Sure, but you're just so hot and sexy. That's the first full
blowjob I've ever had. Now, I want another first. Get up on the
game table... on your back this time."
Marcella laughed. "I don't think your sex gun is loaded right
now, Honey."
"You're right, it isn't, Marcella, but I've never licked and
eaten a woman's pussy before. Get up on the table on your back."
The thought that she was to be the first woman this hot
teenager had ever eaten made her vagina contract and her clit
throb. She hoisted herself onto the game table and rolled onto
her back. "Hurry, Chadd. EAT ME, HONEY!"
When his hands took hold of her ankles and spread her legs
almost straight, Grant's wife heard herself moaning... then
begging, "Oooohhh hurry, Honey. Eat me, Lover. Make me cum...
hard!"
A moment later her ass arched off the table top, her eyes
clenched shut, and her toes curled back as she felt the tongue
stabbing deep into her core... again and again. Each thrust
forced heated gasps of pleasure from her lungs. Then, she felt
the tongue on her engorged and swollen clitoris... stroking it...
sliding up and down the hard, erect shaft. Hard spasms rippled
through her pussy when he sucked it hard... into his mouth where
he lashed it repeatedly.
She lasted no longer than Chadd had. Her pussy slammed shut...
then opened, her juices gushing in an explosive stream. The
first hard contraction of her vagina had just finished when two
fingers were pushed into her convulsing cunt, pulled out, and
then driven into her ass. Both of her holes contracted again and
then again... harder and harder with each spastic contraction.
Chadd was fingering fucking her asshole at the same time as he
was licking her to repeated orgasms. Once again, she sprayed
Chadd with a huge ejaculation.
"AH! AH! UNG! UN-HUN! UN-HUN! EEEEEEIIIIIIII! SUCK ME!
OH PLEASE! SUCK MEEEEEEEEEE!"
Chadd kept at her for another 10 minutes or more until the hot
blonde wife was beating her fists on the table and shrieking with
the hard, continuous orgasms that were forcing her cunt to expand
and contract, to pulse and throb, and that were making her squirt
so many times only tiny dribbles were being ejaculated each time
her muscles tried to squeeze out more of her juices.
"OHHHHH Gawd Damn you! Stop... you're killing meeeeeee...
can't take any more... please... don't aaaahhhhhh... stop!
Stop!" Another orgiastic convulsion wracked her cunt.
"UUNNGGHHH!! DON'T ... DON'T ... STOP... OH PLEASE... DON'T
STOP... MORE... MORE... I'M CUMMING... AAAHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Now my sex gun is loaded and ready again, you hot slut... I'm
going to fuck you!"
Marcella's cries had now become unintelligible gasps and
shrieks. When Chadd moved his hips between her splayed legs and
aligned his rampant cock, she arched her ass to make her cunt a
perfect target for his cock.
"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH YOU'RE FUCKING MEEEEEEEEEEE!!! YOU'RE IN ME!
FUCKING ME! YES... YES! FUCK ME, CHADD... GIVE IT TO ME!"
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Out in the den, Grant's cock throbbed as he listened to the
wild shrieks his wife was making while Chadd was eating her
pussy. When he heard her screaming that she was being fucked and
begging Chadd to fuck her harder, he had to get his raging cock
into Ginger's cunt.
Before she knew what was happening, Ginger was pushed onto her
back on the couch. She felt Grant's arms under her legs forcing
them up ... up... and then back until her knees were on either
side of her cum-covered tits. The position elevated her ass and
cunt. Grant mounted her and slammed his sex spike straight down
into her gaping cunt hole. She wailed as it raced down the
length of her vagina and drove hard against her womb shoving it
back and allowing the full 8-inch fuck stick to bury itself
inside her now throbbing cunt. Grant fucked Cordell's wife with
the sound of his own wife's cries ringing in his ears as another
cock was plowing her cunt.
"Fuck her hard, Grant. Fuck the slut harder," he heard her
husband urging. Ginger immediately began urging the same thing.
"Do what he says, Honey. Slam the prick to me, Baby. Fuck my
hot hole full of cum and afterwards I want you to eat it out of
me... make me cum until I'm begging you to stop. Do it now.
Fuck my cunt, Grant. Cum in me!"
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Except for brief moments of rest and silence, the moans of the
two women continued until it was nearing 8 PM. Grant and Cordell
were exhausted and suggested they take a break and prepare
dinner. "Good idea," Ginger agreed. "You two studs have pretty
much fucked me into the ground for the time being, at least."
"Let's go see how Chadd and Marcella are doing. They're
probably ready for some dinner too."
From the guest bedroom, they heard the sounds of Marcella
moaning. "I think he's still fucking her," Ginger giggled.
"Let's go have a look."
She didn't have any trouble convincing the two men. When they
reached the bedroom door, Marcella's moans had grown considerably
louder. The door opened to Ginger's hand on the knob, and the
three of them were greeted with the sight of the sweat and
cum-covered blonde wife mounted on Chadd with the thick shaft
pumping in and out of her widely stretched asshole. Her
well-fucked cunt gaped open.
"Oh Chadd... harder... please... harder... I'm cumming again...
oooohhhh... ooohhhh... cumming... fuck my ass... cum in me!"
Ginger was rubbing her clit as she watched her son shagging the
blonde's asshole... pumping in stroke after stroke, each one
driving his cock ass the way into Marcella's ass.
"Get ready, Mrs. Reinfield... big load's going in!"
"Yesssss... innnnnn... innnnnnnnn.... shoot it innnnnnnn
meeeeee!"
"Ugh! Ugh! UGH! UGH! Cumming... cumming in your ass...
NOW!"
The three of them continued to watch until Marcella slumped
back against Chadd, exhausted and gasping to catch her breath.
Chadd's cock was still throbbing slowly in Marcella's ass. Each
time he throbbed, Marcella's pussy twitched in response.
"Come on you two," Ginger said. "We're fixing dinner. Both of
you put on something and come help us get the meal ready ... no
eating dinner naked."
Ginger retreated to the kitchen, but Cordell and Grant stayed
to watch Marcella pulling on her skimpy green thong. Knowing her
husband and Cordell were both watching, she put on a show for
them. Once she had the thong up around her hips, she spread her
legs wide apart, arched her ass, and pulled the thong deep into
her sex trench. Looking over at the men, she asked, "Is this
enough clothes for dinner?"
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Ginger and Marcella cooked the dinner while their husbands
spent the time teasing Chadd about losing his virginity. After
eating, Cordell and Grant cleared the table and were washing the
dishes. In the background, they could hear Marcella groaning
softly as Chadd fucked her on the couch in the den.
"How come we're in here washing dishes while my teenage son is
banging your wife?" Cordell asked.
"I would say its because he's got more stamina than we have,
and my wife can't get enough of his near virgin cock."
"Yeah... but let's hurry and finish so we can go fuck my wife,"
Cordell suggested.
"Hurry? Why? I'm still wasted from this afternoon. Aren't
you?"
"Well... yes, but I'm sure Ginger and breathe life back into
us."
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After finishing the dishes and returning to the den, Cordell
and Grant sat on the end of the couch with Ginger in the middle
stroking their semi-hard cocks. Across the room, they watched
Marcella riding Chadd's iron-hard shaft. He was lying on the
sofa's seat with his knees extended well beyond the couch's edge.
Marcella straddled his legs with her feet on the floor. Usin
her legs to lift and lower her body, she pumped her pussy up and
down the rigid male shaft. On every downward stroke, the cock
disappeared completely inside Marcella's throbbing sex hole.
"Ooohhh... look at that, Grant," Ginger whispered. "Look how
hard he is... and how deep he's fucking her. Can you hear your
wife moaning every time that big rod sinks into her pussy?"
Grant's cock throbbed in her hand as she spoke.
Turning to her husband, Ginger said, "Oh my! What a stud!
Just look how our son is making Marcella cum. I'm going to be
fucking you like that a lot from now on, Honey." Cordell's cock
surged to full erection.
"You hot Bitch," her husband hissed as he pushed his wife onto
her back. Grant held her legs open while Cordell mounted her.
As soon as his cock powered into her cunt, Ginger was moaning
right along with Marcella.
The double stimulation of watching his wife wildly fucking
herself on a teenage boy's cock and seeing Cordell's prick
hammering in and out of Ginger's pussy had Grant's rod throbbing
with need. "Hurry up, Man. Put a load into her. I need to fuck
her!"
"Do what the man says, Darling," Ginger grunted as her feet
jerked back and forth high over her husband's back. "Pump the
load into me, Baby. There's another hard cock that needs to use
your wife's hot pussy."
Cordell grunted loudly as he pumped his semen into his wife's
waiting cunt. As soon as he stopped shooting, Ginger pushed him
off and keeping her legs wide open, said, "Your turn, Stud. Fuck
me full, Grant. Hard!"
Grant screwed the hot wife steadily... his thrusts becoming
harder and faster as his orgasm approached. Ginger's mouth was
wide open... her tongue out. She had her ankles locked about
Grant's back trying to pull him even deeper into her convulsing
cunt. "Oohhh... you're making me cum, Grant... can you feel my
cunt throbbing? OH.. OH... OH!"
From the other side of the room, they heard Chadd yell, "I'm
gonna shoot, Marcella! Get off! Gonna cum in your mouth!"
Cordell's eyes immediately left his wife and Grant and looked
over to see Marcella kneeling in front of Chadd. She had her
hand wrapped about his swollen cock. The head was purple and
bloated. Cordell could see his shaft swelling and throbbing.
Grant's wife was rapidly jacking the rod while pointing the head
right at her open mouth. When she felt Chadd's rod swelling
and jerking harder, she moved her mouth even closer and extended
her tongue.
Suddenly, Chadd's load exploded! The first gush fired almost
straight up in the air over Marcella's head. She quickly
adjusted her aim and pumped the shooting cock harder and faster.
The second cum jet hit her upper lip and nose... the third and
several more thereafter shot straight into her wide open mouth.
Some of the cum ran down her tongue, and she quickly pulled her
tongue back inside her mouth to avoid losing Chadd's load.
Another stream hit Marcella's lower lip and chin. A moment
later, there was a long rope of cum swinging from her chin.
Seeing his wife take Chadd's load into her mouth like that
propelled him over the edge. His own load pumped into Ginger's
pussy in three large spurts before ebbing. When he finally
withdrew, thick, white sperm belched from her widely stretched
channel.
"Clean me, Grant. Suck me. Make me cum again!" she yelled.
Marcella turned and was both amazed and enormously pleased to see
her husband thrusting his head between the blonde's thighs and
covering her gushing hole with his mouth. He sucked and licked
for several minutes before Ginger's ass rose a foot off the
couch. She emitted a shrill wail as the orgasm ripped through
her cunt. Her hard contractions forced the remains of the semen
and sperm into Grant's mouth. Marcella's pussy throbbed when she
saw him swallowing.
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Epilog:
A week after their long, erotic weekend at the lake house,
Grant and Marcella were relaxing in their den after the children
were asleep. Grant was watching the TV news without much
interest. Marcella was reading a novel. Gradually, Grant's
attention moved from the TV to his sexy blonde wife. She was
sitting on the couch with her legs curled under her. The
position had caused her skirt to ride high on her thighs.
"I know something we could do that's a lot more fun than
watching this news program or reading that novel, Honey," Grant
said softly.
"I'm pretty tired to tonight, Grant. Cleaning up the
kitchen... particularly that dirty oven... really exhausted me.
I'm sorry."
"That's all right, Darling. I understand." Marcella's
attention returned to her novel. She adjusted her position and
her skirt rode higher... almost up to her panties. Grant's cock
slowly hardened as he watched.
Sliding out of his chair, he crawled over to the couch until he
was kneeling in front of Marcella, his eyes at the level of her
knees. Naturally, his wife noticed him. She smiled and again
said, "I'm really sorry I'm so tired, Darling."
"Not a problem, Honey. Just relax and read your novel." His
tongue slowly licked up the length of her calf and then onto the
outside of her left thigh... back and forth... again and again...
very slowly... very erotically. After ten minutes of licking her
leg and thigh, Grant looked up and saw that his wife had dropped
her book into her lap and now had her eyes closed.
Gently, he lifted her left knee into the air to expose her
inner thighs and her panties. His tongue moved to his wife's
right thigh, which was lying on the surface of the couch. For
several minutes, his tongue caressed its length... gradually
moving higher and higher until the tongue was only an inch from
the crotch of her panties. The musky aroma of her cunt had his
cock rigid with lust.
Grant switched to her left thigh and for another five minutes
treated it to the same sensuously erotic tongue bath. As he
moved higher, this time the tip of his tongue just touched the
edge of her panties. Marcella's hips began to undulate... the
tongue continued to lick her... coming so tantalizingly close to
her now wet and pulsing pussy, but not touching it.
Her book fell to the floor, unnoticed. Marcella groaned and
straightened her legs out so that they spanned her husband's head
that was still deep between her open thighs... still caressing
each one with his tongue.
"My panties! For god's sake... my panties!" she moaned.
"Yes... your panties... I see them, and they're gorgeous, and
they smell delicious!" Grant's tongue lightly traced the panty
crotch directly over his wife's sex slit.
"OOOOOoohhhh!"
The tongue moved higher... right over her now erect clitoris.
It pressed against it... licking... stroking."
"OOOOoohhhhh! AAAaaahhhhh!"
"Your clit... it's so hard... I can feel it throb under my
tongue."
"Uuunnnggggg!"
"I think it wants to be licked too... it's jealous of your
thighs. I'm sure it wants my tongue."
"YYEEESSSSSS!"
"I know you're tired, but I think I'll take off your panties
anyway, Darling." When Grant's hands moved to the waistband of
the panties, Marcella's hips arched high to allow him to slip
them over her ass. When they were down to her thighs, she lifted
both legs. Grant pulled the sodden garment off and threw it
aside. His wife's body fell back onto the couch, her legs gaping
wide... the hot hole of her pussy open and wet... her clitoris
protruding from its hood and already pulsing in anticipation of
what was to come.
Forty minutes later, Marcella was moaning and wailing in the
midst of her fifth orgasm. The covers on the seat cushions were
soaked with musky her cuntal juices mixed with Grant's saliva.
Marcella's ass, which had been pounding up and down in a frenzy
during her first four orgasms, was now just quivering as her body
shuddered, too exhausted and tired to do more.
As her orgasm ebbed, Grant pulled his head from between his
wife's thighs and kissed her belly ... then upward to her still
heaving breasts... and finally to her lips. She opened her mouth
to allow their tongues to caress.
"That was just out of this world, Darling. I've never...
ever... not in my whole life... had anyone make me cum on a
tongue that hard and that many times. You were wonderful!"
"I'm sorry it took me so long to learn, but I intend to make it
up to you for the rest of our lives." Marcella's body shuddered
even harder.
"You'll kill me," she moaned as she worked her pussy up and
down her husband's iron-hard phallus. "But I'll die in ecstasy."
Grant smiled. "I'll run you a warm bath, Darling."
"Bath? I don't want a bath... I want this big hard cock up my
cunt... and right now!"
"But you said you were too tired," Grant teased.
"Your fantastic tongue changed my mind. Now shut up and fuck
my brains out!"
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At 11:50 AM the following Tuesday, Cordell stuck his head in
the doorway of Grant's office. "You ready to head out for
lunch?"
"Yeah. I'm done here for the morning. Let's get some lunch."
The two men walked together to their cars in the parking lot.
As they walked, they discussed the upcoming contract
negotiations. Upon reaching their cars, that conversation ended
and the two men headed out for lunch.
Ten minutes later, four female legs were high in the air
jerking back and forth with their toes curling back. Suddenly,
two of the legs went rigid as the woman vibrated in her first
orgasm. A minute later and a half mile away, the other two
female legs shot straight out as her tongue flicked rapidly over
her top lip and her vagina convulsed in hard spasms.
Both cocks fucked the two pulsing vaginas even harder...
deeper... making both women grunt as their asses were driven deep
into the mattress. As the cocks rammed the waiting pussies
harder, male hands pushed underneath to grasp each female ass and
keep it elevated in perfect position.
As their first orgasms abated, the women regained sufficient
control to allow them to wrap their legs tightly about the
thrusting male buttocks that pounded between their thighs. Both
women locked their ankles and pulled their lovers deep into their
sex saddles. Female moans again filled both bedrooms.
One woman howled loudly as she felt two thick, male fingers
sinking into her ass. Her hips went into overdrive immediately
forcing those two fingers deep into her contracting ass. She
came again.
A half mile away, the woman was abruptly turned over so that
she was mounted on the man's pile driving phallus. He pulled her
body downward until her tits dangled close to his mouth. A
long, protracted moan escaped her lips as she felt the intense
suction of his mouth on her rock-hard nipples. At the same time,
the male shaft plowed in and out of her vagina faster and harder.
"Oh god! Fuck It! Fuck It! Fuck It! Cumming... I'm fucking
cumming again!"
Both women were now moaning continuously. Their lovers put
them on their knees and pushed their heads onto the bed. A half
mile apart, both women were ordered to spread and hike their
asses higher. Almost simultaneously, two iron-hard dicks slammed
into their stretched vaginas thudding into their wombs with
masculine authority. Both women began begging the man fucking
her to do it harder...deeper.
When the women began to cum, the two cocks pulsed and jerked
deep inside their contracting cunts. Thick streams of sperm and
semen fired into the women... filling each pussy to overflowing.
The thick, escaping cum slowly ran down their thighs.
Forty minutes after first receiving cock, both pussies were
covered by male mouths their tongues torturing their sensitive,
swollen clits as they sucked the cuntal juices and cum from their
throbbing holes.
Shortly before 1 PM, Ginger stood in the doorway of her home
kissing her lover passionately. When he finally pulled his lips
from hers, she sighed. "I loved that, Grant. Did you like the
lunch I gave you?"
"Oh hell yes! I loved the box lunch you prepared for me."
"Same time on Friday?" Ginger asked.
"Count on it."
A half mile away, Marcella's lover was both kissing her
passionately and finger fucking her cunt. "MMMmmmmm... better be
careful, Cordell, or you're going to be very, very late getting
back to work.
"I loved the lunch you provided," Cordell said grinning. "I
hope you enjoyed it just half as much as I did."
"Are you kidding. I loved it. I can't even begin to tell you
how filling it was and I really appreciate the way you cleaned up
the mess."
"Anytime, Marcella... anytime."
"Friday?"
"Absolutely!"
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Grant finished the contracts by 4 PM on Thursday and was home
by 5 PM. When he entered the house, he was surprised not to see
the kids. Then he remembered that today was the first day of
their summer camp.
Walking into the kitchen to kiss his sexy wife and see what she
was fixing for dinner, he found the kitchen empty with nothing
cooking on the stove. "Where the hell is Marcella?" he thought
to himself. With the glimmering of an idea forming in his brain,
Grant walked quickly to the master bedroom.
He found his wife sprawled on their bed. She was naked, and
the bed was a total wreck. The bed covers had obviously been
quickly stripped and tossed into the corner. The bed sheet was
loose at two of the corners and rumpled. Marcella lay in the
middle of the bed, her legs wide open with a stream of cum
leaking from her widely stretched pussy. Her tits and belly were
covered with it. There were several wet spots all over the
sheet, the biggest one being beneath her ass right where she was
lying.
"My god! You've been fucked!" Grant exclaimed.
Marcella opened her eyes and smiled seductively. "You noticed,
huh? How can you tell?" she asked mischievously.
"What happened?"
"Just what you said... I got fucked... hard... a lot."
"Who... when?"
"First, it was Cordell. He came over at 1:30 and stayed until
3:00."
"But it's not Friday. It's Thursday."
"He said he just couldn't wait, Darling. Don't be too hard on
him. When he was here for "lunch" on Tuesday, I suggested that
he might consider stopping by at other times too."
"Bitch."
"True, but I can see your cock is hard... so I don't think
you're too mad at me or that you intend to put me in a convent."
"Who else? You haven't been lying there since 3 PM."
"Chadd cut basketball practice. He came by at 3:30 PM. I was
still in bed. When he saw that I was freshly fucked, he was on
me and in me in a flash. He just left... about 15 minutes ago.
Take your cock out."
Grant quickly unzipped his pants and hauled out a rigid 8-inch,
throbbing erection. "Oh fuck, you're big, Baby. Do you want
sloppy sevenths right now or do you want me to get up and fix
dinner?"
Grant went to Marcella's closet and selected the shortest skirt
he could find along with a matching low-cut blouse. He tossed
the two garments onto the bed along with a pair of sandals with
4-inch heels. Walking over to her bureau, he selected a thong
and a demi-bra and added them to the stack of clothes. "Get
dressed, you hot Slut. We're going out for dinner and dancing
afterwards followed by hot sex all night long."
"Oh that's wonderful! Just give me 15 minutes to shower and
put on some fresh make up."
"No shower... no bath... you can put your make up on in the car
on the way to dinner. I'll give you five minutes before I use my
belt on your hot ass."
"I'm going to smell like cunt and sex all evening."
"Mmmmmmm... I know. Every guy who sees you will get hard."
"And all the cum... it's going to be running down my thighs and
legs."
"You only have four minutes left."
When Grant escorted his wife to the car, she looked hot as
fire... not just a little like the whore of Babylon.
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On the following Saturday, Chadd's cell phone rang. He picked
it up and saw that it was Joanne calling.
"Hello, Joanne."
She didn't waste time with polite conversation. "Why haven't
you called me, Chadd? It's been two weeks and I haven't heard a
word from you."
"I've been busy, Joanne."
"I've heard! You've been out with that slut Susan Mallard,
haven't you?"
"I don't discuss or talk about the women I date, Joanne. I
show Susan and any other girl the same consideration I've always
shown you."
There was silence on the line for a time. Finally, Chadd
asked, "Joanne? Are you still there?"
"Yeah... I'm still here. I was just thinking. Are you ever
going to ask me out again?"
"Probably not, Joanne. It's really best if you find a guy who
shares your moral values. I'm not that guy." She hung up
without another word.
On Monday, Joanne called again. "Please, Chadd. Don't be like
this. I really want to go out with you. Will you give me
another chance? Please."
"You're a beautiful girl, Joanne... just drop-dead gorgeous.
Every time I've gone out with you, I've gotten hard as soon as
you were in the car. If we date again, I'm going to fuck you."
There was another long silence. This time Chadd waited. When
Joanne spoke again, she said, "I'm scared, Chadd. I've heard
that it really hurts. And I don't want to get pregnant."
"Joanne, when was your last period?"
"I just finished yesterday. Why?"
"Because you're not fertile right now. But to be certain,
we'll use a spermicidal jelly. You should go to the school's
health officer and start taking birth control pills. But for
tonight, you're safe."
"As for hurting, the pain, if any, will be minor and very
brief. But I'll make you a promise. If you decide it hurts too
much, all you have to do is tell me, and we'll stop."
"Promise?"
"Absolutely. But I can tell you, you're going to love it."
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Chadd had Joanne in the back seat of his dad's SUV. The seats
had been folded down and a mattress inserted for comfort. The
young beauty was naked as was Chadd. When she saw his iron-hard,
thick, 7-inch cock, she had gasped saying, "I can't take that.
It's too big. It's gonna hurt me."
"Not only can you take it, you're going to love having it in
your pussy. In fact, you're going to want it all the time."
Joanne shuddered at the thought.
Joanne was lying on the mattress with her knees up and her legs
open. Chadd was slowly licking her nipples... sucking them...
nipping them... while his hand was rubbing teasingly over her
mound just above her clitoris.
It wasn't long before she stopped trembling from fear and began
trembling from excitement. Each time Chadd sucked on her
nipples, she felt ripples of pleasure flowing through her virgin
pussy. His hands were every where except on her pussy. They
stroked her legs... her thighs... her tits.... her mound... over
and over.
Her excitement mounted higher and higher. Chadd moved his
tongue lower and began licking her belly letting the tip of his
tongue explore and probe her belly button. Rolling on top of
her, he moved her legs wider to accommodate his hips. His hands
moved upward to capture her large tits as his tongue made wide
circles about her belly to a point an inch above her now erect
clitoris.
Male fingers pulled her nipples... squeezed them
rhythmically... and then twisted them just enough to cause
thrills to surge through her body.
"His tongue is so close to my clitoris... why doesn't he lick
it?" she thought.
When Chadd began to move lower, she spread hoping he would do
it to her. But he bypassed her gushing pussy and began to lick
her inner thighs until her ass was arching upward.
After a half hour of stimulating her, Joanne began to beg.
"Please, Chadd. Lick me."
"I am licking you, Joanne... your hot, big tits and nipples...
your belly... your mound... your thighs... legs. Tell me where
you want me to lick you."
Her vagina contracted in a hard spasm. "My pussy... please.
LICK MY PUSSY!"
Fifteen minutes later, with a male tongue lashing her clitoris,
Joanne screamed as her first orgasm surged through her cunt.
Chadd didn't allow the shuddering female a moment to recover.
His tongue licked harder... his fingers probed just inside her
vagina and found her G-spot. When his finger massaged it at the
same time as his tongue licked up and down the length of her
swollen clitoris, Joanne came again... this time even harder than
the first time. She was now moaning continuously.
Moving to the side, Chadd drove his middle and ring fingers
into the throbbing vagina up to the point that they encountered
her hymen. As Chadd's thumb worked her clit, his fingers began
to move in and out of her pussy scraping over the G-spot every
time they moved inside her sex channel.
Joanne was now screaming. Her hips were pumping high off the
bed of the car. "Lift your legs, Joanne. Elevate your cunt so
I can make you squirt."
The young woman was beyond thinking now. Her legs rose and
pulled back toward her tits. Chadd took full advantage of her
wide open position to rub the G-spot hard and fast as his other
hand moved to her sex slot just above her clit and rubbed her
furiously. Her cunt contracted in a huge spasm. Throwing her
head back, Joanne's vagina erupted in hard contractions sending
huge streams of her juices spurting more than two feet into the
air.
"OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.... I CUM.... CUM... I'M SHOOTING...
OOHHHHH FUCK... NEVER BEFORE... OH GOD... DO ME MORE... MORE...
MORE!!"
Pushing the howling female onto her back, he moved to the side
and probed for the entrance to her cunt with his cock head.
Joanne jerked her right thigh high in the air and held it there
as Chadd's cock found her opening and began sinking into the
depths of her body. Two inches in, Chadd felt Joanne's hymen
pressing against the head of his rampant, swollen cock. Joanne's
hips continued to hunch in hot fuck motions.
"I'm going to fuck you now, Joanne. I'll go very slowly. Tell
me if it hurts you."
Joanne's cunt was now so wet and open, Chadd's cock easily
fucked back and forth inside her pussy. Every time two inches of
cock entered her, they both felt the bloated head pressing
against her hymen.
"Oohhhh it's going to hurt... That big cock will just tear me
apart," Joanne wailed.
Chadd ignored the wailing girl and carefully pressed harder
against the restricting membrane. It gave slightly and he
immediately moved back releasing the pressure. For several
minutes he fucked Joanne's pussy giving her only two inches of
cock... stopping each time the head pressed against her hymen.
Each stroke worked back and forth over her sensitive G-spot.
As he fucked her, his fingers trapped and stroked her clitoris...
alternating between sliding his fingers up and down the erect
shaft and rubbing her just above the distended pulsing clitoris.
Joanne's hips were now thrusting wildly against his thick cock...
trying to make it fuck faster... and forgetting about the pain...
deeper.
After ten minutes of stroking his cock in and out of Joanne's
pussy, she began to groan... then whine... then howl... "I'm
cumming... ooohhh my god... I'm cumming," she hissed.
When her vagina erupted in the hard contractions of orgasm,
Chadd snapped his hips forward with one hard, authoritative
masculine thrust. Joanne's thin membrane was no match for the
surging cock that demanded entrance to the depths of her cunt.
Her legs flew apart as her membrane gave way.
Chadd's cock drove down the length of the moaning teenage
girl's cunt ... deeper and deeper into her sex channel...
stretching her open... making her ready for fucking. When the
head thudded into the bottom of her pussy, Joanne grunted as
women do, but did not shriek in pain.
Her eyes snapped open. She stared at her lover with awe. "You
made me cum again. I came so hard!" she gasped. Then she
realized that Chadd's cock was deep inside her cunt... all the
way up against her womb. His pubic bone was grinding against her
sensitive clitoris sending waves of intense pleasure through her
body. "Oohhhh god... that feels so good." Chadd continued to
grind against her pulsing clitoris bringing the moaning girl
closer and closer to another climax.
"OOoohhhhh ... your thing is in me... all the way in me."
"It is. You're no longer a virgin. Did it hurt?"
"No... not at all... How did you do that?"
"I've had two incredibly good teachers. Are you ready to cum
again?"
"You can make me cum again?" Joanne asked, obviously stunned.
"As many times as you want... but one thing... don't ever call
it "my thing" again. It's a cock. Call it that."
"Ohhhh yes sir! Please... fuck me with your big cock and make
me cum again."
Chadd pulled his shaft out of Joanne's vagina... she moaned
with the loss. "It feels so much better when it's in my pussy,"
she hissed.
Moving between the sexy blonde's legs, Chadd pushed them high
above her head to elevate her cunt. Placing his cock at her
opening, he asked, "Ready to be fucked again?"
"YESS!" came the excited female response. "Fuck that big cock
into me!" Joanne sighed ... then groaned in female pleasure as
her vagina was again stretched open to accommodate the male
shaft. When Chadd began fucking her, she began to grunt in time
to his strokes.
Pushing her legs higher and higher, the cock continued to plow
the wailing teenager's cunt. "I'm so close... sooo close...
can't believe this... gonna cum again."
Before Joanne had time to reach her orgasm, Chadd pushed her up
onto her shoulders with her pussy almost right above her head.
He was now standing and fucking his cock straight down into the
hot, waiting cunt. She held her tits and wailed, "I'm almost
there, Chadd. Fuck me harder!"
"I need to cum too... can't hold it much longer... you're just
too hot, Joanne. I'm going to pull out and put in the
spermicidal jelly I promised."
"NO! DON'T! DON'T TAKE IT OUT! CUM IN ME! I WANT YOU TO
PUMP MY PUSSY FULL! ... CUM WHEN I CUM!"
"But you said you were afraid of getting pregnant?"
"That was just a stupid female excuse because I was afraid it
would hurt to be fucked. I know I won't get pregnant since I
just finished my period. Shoot inside me, Chadd. Please. I'll
get on the pill as soon as I can and then you can always shoot
inside me."
Joanne stopped talking when she felt the iron-hard male shaft
begin ramming her hard and deep. Her eyes clenched shut... her
mouth stretched wide open... her tongue shot out... all at the
same time as her cunt erupted in a series of hard contractions
that again caused her juices to spurt. In the midst of her
orgasm, she heard Chadd grunting as his cock spewed huge jets of
semen and sperm into her hot hole.
They lay side-by-side in the back of the SUV for 15 minutes.
No one spoke. Joanne cuddled close...her head on Chadd's
shoulder... his hand stroking her ass... her hand wrapped around
his shaft slowly feeling it... then stroking it.
"Chadd?"
"Yes?"
"Why did you let me treat you so badly?. Why didn't you just
tell me to shut up and fuck my brains out? I can't believe I
waited so long. It was just fantastic!"... Joanne stopped
talking and just cuddled closer and sighed in pleasure. Then,
suddenly... "Oh My God! You're getting hard again! You're going
to fuck me again, aren't you?"
"Absolutely, but first I want you to suck me until I'm hard as
stone... then you get it again... not until."
"I've never sucked a boy's cock before."
"Rub your clit while you do it. You'll love it. I promise."
"I believe you... oh do I ever believe you!"
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It was the first week of August, and it was hot. Ginger and
Chadd had just climbed out of their swimming pool and were
sitting side-by-side on beach chairs in the shade beneath a large
umbrella.
Leaning back in the chair with her large breasts prominently
displayed by her string bikini, Ginger asked, "How often are you
fucking Joanne now?"
"Whenever I feel like it... four or five times a week."
"Tell me about it. Is she good?"
"Later, Mom. On Thursday and Friday."
"What's so special about Thursday and Friday?"
"Dad told me that he'll be out of town on another business trip
then."
"So?"
"So, I think it will be hot to tell you all the details about
Joanne while I'm fucking you."
"We've discussed this before, Chadd. I'm your mother, not your
girl friend."
Chadd smiled but didn't respond. Ginger waited but he remained
silent. Finally, she asked, "Did you hear what I said?"
"I heard. You're my mother... not my girl friend. But mothers
have pussies too. And on Thursday and Friday, I'm going to fuck
yours."
Neither of them said another word. Five minutes later, Chadd
fell asleep as the warm breeze moving over his wet body cooled
and soothed him. Ginger, however, was still wide awake. Her
pussy was throbbing too hard to permit her to sleep.
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