Naughty And Nubile
by Unknown


FOREWORD 

I took that massive cock of his and let it burn into my tits. The cock head 
pulsed with a life of its own. 

It was so big that it appeared to be alive. It seemed like the cock was the 
owner and the boy the sex part. 

I became inflamed at the mere sight of it. When I touched it my senses went 
wild. I was seething with passion. 

I took my mouth and laid a big wet kiss upon the bulbous tip. It was warm in 
my mouth. It tasted sweet and inviting and I yearned to draw come from it. 

I pressed it to the roof of my mouth and drew in my cheeks. I felt the shaft 
stiffen and lurch in my grip. I pulled harder, sucking like a lust-crazed 
whore. 

I felt his come rising and then his cock exploded and filled my mouth with 
come instantly. It dripped out from my lips and rolled down my tits. And I 
kept swallowing. 


CHAPTER ONE 

"Come here, darling, and rub my breasts." 

That was mother calling. She wants me to oil down her body. She says it 
helps keep her skin looking young and fresh. 

Mother is careful to treat her large breasts with extra care and attention. 
That's why she's calling for me right now. She wants me to rub her breasts. 

Ever since I was twelve years old I've been doing it. You might think us a 
little strange, but really, we're not. We're a very average pair, she and I. 

I walk into the bedroom where both mother and I must sleep. We've been out 
of work for about six weeks and this apartment was the best our budget could 
afford. 

I walk into the bedroom and I see that she has her blouse off. She is 
removing her bra and preparing for the rub down. My eyes fasten on her big 
nipples. 

Mother is very proud of her breasts. She considers them her best feature. So 
do her lovers. Mother had had many lovers ever since daddy passed away. 

I watched her cup those firm globes in her soft hands. She is careful not to 
scratch their meat with her long and sharp unpainted fingernails. 

Most people consider mother a beautiful woman. They say I take after her. I 
certainly hope so. I adore my mother and worship the ground that she walks 
on. 

I go to her dresser and take the bottle of baby oil and walk over to her. 
She is massaging her breasts that have been encumbered in her bra all day. 

She does not like to wear a bra because her breasts are so large and wide 
across that it is difficult for her to find the proper shape and size. 

She has been out looking for work all day. She lays back on the bed and I 
help her to wriggle out of her skirt. Then I remove her high heels and 
stockings. 

Her feet are burning from walking the streets all day. I take them in my 
little hands and rub the sore arches. A soft sigh rushes from her mouth. 

Her long brown hair fluffs along the pillow as she digs her head into it to 
rest herself. I continue massaging her feet and work my way up her legs. 

"Mother, don't get comfortable if you want me to rub your breasts." 

I toss her the other pillow so that she can prop up her back. She leans 
forward and I watch those huge jugs wiggle and jiggle like mounds of jelly. 

I love to ease a little of her discomfort whenever I get the chance. Her 
brown eyes are very weary and her lids half closed. She is dead tired. 

I don't like to see her this way. She works too hard and deserves better 
than this. Mother has taken care of me all by herself every since the day 
daddy died. 

I put some oil in my hand and then place it on a breast. It, too, is very 
hot. Mother's face is flushed and her eyes closed. Her nipple springs to 
life. 

This happens nearly every time I rub her down. I watched the nipple fill 
with blood. It shines like a red light bulb from the oil that makes it 
glisten. 

It is nearly as red as my painted fingernails that run over its surface. 
Mother sighs delightfully. I can feel the steam lifting from her body into 
the air. 

She relaxes into the bed as both my hands encompass her huge bulbs. Her 
breasts are fine specimens of flesh and blood. Their skin is perfect in its 
texture. 

Not a flaw mars their tender surfaces. Mother has always been in the habit 
of oiling down her body. It keeps her body looking vibrant and younger than 
its years. 

Let's see, mother must be thirty six now for I am sixteen. Ever since 
daddy's death she's been forced into making our way as a maid. He left us 
nothing. 

I am sorry that she has to take that kind of work. It is miles below her 
proper station. My mother should be a queen , or a goddess, and I love her 
dearly. 

I cup both of her massive breasts in my hands and gently encircle them. I 
rub the oil into their flesh, and run my thumbs over her engorged nipples. 

Once I was nearly tempted to kiss one of them. I was massaging her breasts 
just like I am now and the urge hit me. First, though, my clit started 
tingling. 

But before I could do it mother had bolted up. Now, the same urge hit me. 
Her fabulous bulbs were springing to life right in front of me and turning 
me on. 

I could feel my cunny start to stream juices inside my pants. I felt my face 
become flushed and my mouth dry. The webs of my thumbs squeezed the nipples. 

Mother purred like a cat. Her eyes were still closed. I could see the 
tension in her face begin to dissipate. She was totally relaxed putty in my 
hands. 

She was beautiful. 

Relaxed and at ease. 

Her firm nodules of flesh were mine to fondle and drink in with my eyes. It 
was thrilling to think that one day my titties would be as big as hers. 

Already they were bigger than most girls my age. In fact, no one the age of 
sixteen that I knew had breasts as large as mine. I was very proud of them. 

But they weren't my best feature. Unlike mother, I had blonde hair. My eyes 
were green just like my father's. But my figure was a beautiful as mom's. 

We both had very firm and rotund ass-cheeks. Anytime I wore tight fitting 
jeans men would always whistle. Sometimes they even made lewd remarks. 

But mother showed me how to cavort myself so as to stay out of trouble. 
Still, things were plenty different today since mother was a child. I wasn't 
even a virgin. 

It wasn't that mom set a bad example for me or anything like that, though 
she could have all the lovers she wants, it's just that I'm a lusty young 
girl. 

Is that a crime? Before I started fucking I was a chronic masturbator. Is 
that any better? So what if I enjoy my body and use all of my delectable 
charms. 

I worked my hands down to her belly. I took more oil and rubbed down to her 
luscious thighs. The meat was tanned and bulged up from my gentle kneading. 

I ran my thumbs along the edge of her panties. My palms caressed her inner 
thighs, and then along the shapely vee of her pelvis, my fingers sneaking 
inside her silk. 

This was a game we always played. I nudge my fingers closer and closer to 
her cunt seeing how close I can get before she stops me. My nails are on her 
lips. 

I expect her to murmur for me to stop but there is no such admonition 
forthcoming. I can feel my own nipples rise up as I get closer and closer to 
her gash. 

My fingers are probing her pink cunt lips. I can see her form through her 
silk panties. Her eyes are closed as if she is asleep, but her nipples are 
firm and round. 

I venture to twiddle her clit between thumb and forefinger and mother bolts 
awake. Before she can say anything I whisk her panties down and off her 
cunt. 

"I told you just my breasts, Missy, nothing else." 

"Sorry, mom, I though it would help you to relax." 

That's true enough. I could see from the look on her face that the long day 
had been wrung out of her by virtue of my tender fondlings. She looked 
radiant. 

I lay beside her on the bed so that I can stroke the length of her upper 
body. My hands inn over both breasts feeling their massive weight and 
squeezing them. 

Sometimes I caress her belly and watch the flesh bunch up between my 
fingers. When I feel that she is primed and ready I stretch my hand to her 
cunt. i give it a quick swipe or two over the lips before she has time to 
complain and then resume pawing her breasts. Her cunt is sensitive but her 
breasts more so. 

I must confess that it is not the same with me. My cunt is very hot and 
always burning. I think I could have sex all day long, if I had the chance, 
that is. 

Before I started fucking I used to masturbate all the time. I mean day and 
night. Sometimes my cunny would be red and raw and drained of every last 
drop of dew. 

Perhaps when my titties are as big as mother's they will be as sensitive as 
hers. I try to follow all her best habits, like oiling them whenever I get 
the chance. 

I run my hand down her cleavage, and then when I come to the nipples my 
thumb plays with one and the red nails of my middle and fore-fingers touch 
the other. 

Mother sighs delightfully and lets her voice run down like an engine turning 
off. I keep my hand where it is a few seconds while working it and drop 
down. 

I run it across her belly very quickly and then move it onto her pussy. For 
a moment her legs spread open an inch or so. Then she turns herself over. 

"Rub my back and thighs, will you, dear?" 

I can see her massive breasts bulging out from her sides as they mash into 
the bed. I pour out oil onto her back and then spurt some on her ass. 

Mother's ass is as vivacious and chunky a sight as mine. I used to like to 
look at my ass in the full-length mirror while I stood in front of it and 
jerked off. 

Mother and I both have the kind of ass mounds that kiss the backs of our 
thighs and tuck underneath them. No matter what position we are in, our 
asses look like bulbs. 

Beside the fact that they are very chunky and firm, and that men love to 
fondle them and knead them like dough, our asses are very sensitive and give 
us much pleasure. 

I know so much about mom's personal life because I've seen her in action 
many times. She doesn't know that I know, because I used to eavesdrop on her 
lovers. Mother is a very passionate and lusty woman. She enjoys her body 
immensely. That's why she's letting me caress her ass and thighs right now 
without saying anything. 

I know this, so every time I rub her down I try to work my hands along her 
sensitive parts to see how much she will let me get away with. I really love 
her body. 

I'm fond of touching and probing every inch of it. She is a scrumptuous 
woman. I heard a man tell her once that he would love to eat her with a 
spoon. 

That, of course, is impossible. But I know what he meant, that is, what he 
was trying to say. Mother's body is enough to make you pop a vein. 

The sight of her could turn on an impotent man. I mean, I know that for a 
fact. It concerns another one of my eavesdropping adventures, but that's 
another story. 

I place my middle finger in the crack of her ass and rub back and forth once 
or twice. It is a momentary teasing but I did feel her pert brown hole. 

I keep greasing her ass, reveling in the touch and sight of her glistening 
and gleaming ass mounds, and try to work my way covertly to her gash. 

I keep teasing her brown hole whenever I get the chance. I make believe I am 
massaging the bottom-most part of her buttocks but really running my palm on 
her brown hole. My juices are flowing quite freely now inside my tight 
designer jeans. My nipples are firm and hard. I'm clearly aroused. I bite my 
lip to stop a sigh from rushing out. 

I pour some oil on the back of her thighs and rub it in. I can't resist 
squeezing the flesh and watching the light catch her flesh as I make it 
bulge forth. 

I sneak my palm to her inner thigh and rub a few times to mask my forefinger 
that is mildly stroking the lips of her flowering gash. She does not stop 
me. 

I fight hard to hold back a moan of pleasure and look up at her head. Her 
face is buried in both pillows. I wonder if mother is getting off on my 
rubbing. 

Maybe she, too, is fighting to choke off a hot gasp of excitement. I knead 
her curvaceous ass-cheeks firmly in both hands and enjoy their meaty feel. 

I savor every inch of her. My hands start at her feet and bathe them in oil. 
Then I run them up the back of her calves and delay a long moment at her 
gash. 

I simultaneously grap her buttocks and part her gash ever so slightly with 
my thumbs. I hold there managing to run my long thumbnails up and down the 
lips of her pussy. 

I hear a very soft, muffled gasp issue outwards from around her head. I keep 
on playing with her ass and 'accidentally' probing her budding cunt. 

"Darling, you're supposed to be rubbing my back. Concentrate on that." 

Ohhhhh, God, how I love my mother. She's the best. The absolute best. She 
did everything in her life for me. Her strong back is what has carried us 
this far. 

Without her I'd be roving the streets right now like some cheap young whore. 
She has taught me, without her knowing it, how to deal with evil men. 

Having the kind of body, along with the face and features, that I have is a 
sure ticket to trouble. Unless you know how to take care of yourself, like 
me. 

Of course, there's no reason that I can't enjoy myself in the process, is 
there? What's a little pre-marital fucking to enliven an otherwise dull 
existence. 

I guess men think that beautiful women have an easy time of it. I mean, to 
them, what could be a better life than a cunt's! Men have weird ideas about 
women. 

A woman doesn't need any money, goes their logic, if she's beautiful, for 
she can always get a man to take care of her, as long as she's willing to 
put out. 

But it's not that easy, believe me. There's animals out there. And you can't 
tell the good ones from the bad ones by the way they dress. Clothes are 
misleading. 

A well-dressed man means nothing. The cruelest rogue could be hiding behind 
that garb. Yet women can't resist that type, especially if he's handsome. 

I guess in that respect mother and I have the same problem. Horny devils 
that we are, we are always settling for some hunk of flesh over a nice guy. 

But what the hell, you only live once. I learned about death at an early 
age, when daddy passed away. Right then I was determined to enjoy myself 
while I was young. 

If you don't take chances you'll never get anywhere. That's why I was 
'Accidentally' pawing mother's gash. I was curious to see how she would take 
to it. 

And doing it afforded me much pleasure. I resumed my massage on her back and 
eased off on my fondlings of her gash. I could see that the lips had parted 
open. 

Her clit must be rubbing against the bed sheets. As I stroked her back, I 
pushed her back and forth so that her clit would be teased in the process. 

I was right. Her clit was swollen and protruding put of her gash and rubbing 
against the stiff linen fabric. Her face was very red. Her breaths were 
heavy. 

"Okay, Missy, I think I've had enough. You can stop." 

"Are you sure, mother, really, it's no trouble." 

"I'm fine now. Straighten up, I have something to tell you." 

It was then that mother proceeded to tell me that she had found a job, a 
very good one, in fact, that promised a lot of money for it was as a maid 
for a rich man. 

The man lived in his own estate. We were to have our own servants quarters 
and everything. Mother had told them about me and they said I could live 
there too. 

I was thrilled. We could leave this flea bitten apartment that was way too 
small for the both of us. I mean, when mother needed a lover she had no 
privacy. 

She was too embarrassed to ask me to leave, or even admit that she was up to 
something. But she didn't have to explain. I understood. I picked up and 
went to a movie. 

Normally, I would have stayed and watched her fuck and jerk myself off. But 
I had done that so many times before that it no longer held any interest for 
me. 

I knew exactly how mother fucked, and in every position she liked, and knew 
exactly what kind of men it was that she liked. She liked big burly men. 

I don't think I ever saw mother get down with a man who had a cock smaller 
than six inches. She had an uncanny knack for choosing men who were 
well-endowed. 

I had a suspicion that mother had a well for a cunt. I couldn't be sure, but 
all indications were that mother had a huge box, the kind a cock could get 
lost in. 

Invariably her men always feverishly played with her tits, because not only 
were they massive and inviting, but mother when completely bonkers when they 
were made love to. 

I don't know how many men had sucked on those breasts like they were 
starving babies, but their meat still remained fresh and firm. They were 
just perfect globes. 

And her ass, of course, made a vivacious sight when she was on her hands and 
knees and turned it up. I saw more than one man's mouth gape open from its 
sight. 

All in all, mother's features and charms were enough to seduce a priest. And 
when she was in action and fucking like mad her best talents revealed 
themselves. 

She was an excellent cocksucker. Everything I learned about sucking a cock 
properly I had learned from her, from kissing the head to gobbling the staff 
down my throat. 

I knew from my own experience that that drove men wild. Where mother learned 
it I do not know. But she sucks a mean cock, and better than anyone I know. 

Once I caught mother fucking with a black dude. It was a few years ago and I 
had got home from school early. I was always horny, you know, after school. 

Invariably, the first thing I did upon entering the house was run to my room 
and take off my clothes and get ready to masturbate in front of the mirror. 

I was fond of laying down on the floor of my room in front of the 
full-length mirror with my legs spread wide open and my wet gash gaping. 

I watched myself play with my clit and thought of sucking and fucking cocks. 
All kinds of cocks, black ones and white ones, and even blue and red ones. 

But that day I didn't have to think of anything. There was a fantasy taking 
place right in front of my eyes. They were so busy they didn't see me enter. 

I snuck up the stairs and watched them intently through the banister. Mother 
was on her knees, her face flushed and her mouth stuffed to the brim with 
cock. 

He sat on the couch and her big tits rested on his leg. She jutted her ass 
up so that her cheeks parted and two of his fingers were stuck up his ass. 

Mother lovingly mouthed his rock hard black pole and it glistened with her 
spit. He moved his fingers in and out of her fast and she was bucking into 
them. 

She was very hot. Her cunt lips were an angry red color. Her nipples had 
bloated to an immense size. I was flabbergasted at the sight, and my clit 
tingled. 

As I watched her suck hard on his cock, drawing her lips around the bulbous 
cock head and sucking it in her mouth, I pulled my pants off and spread my 
legs. 

I concentrated my gaze on two things, her drawing mouth and his fingers that 
raced in and out of her brown hole poking into her flanks as if they were 
made of clay. 

Mother's moan of pleasure was muffled by the cock stuffed in her mouth. I 
fingered my clit hard and watched her raise up and then plant herself atop 
his cock. 

To my amazement, that sturdy black pole did not lodge itself in her dripping 
pink hole, but instead pierced into her budded-open ass. I was astounded. 

Mother's hand reached around and helped the huge staff to push up her tract. 
There was look of pain on her face but her throaty moans were ones of 
pleasure. 

She seemed to be enjoying the pain of entry. It was then that I realized 
that mother was truly a lusty woman, who liked all kinds of cock in any of 
her holes. 

Her only criterion in judging a cock was that it be big. The black dude's 
cock certainly filled the bill in that respect, and it throbbed in her hole. 

Mother was letting out deep grunts of pleasure. She had lost all control of 
herself and was sucking the man's tongue into her mouth. Her ass bobbed up 
and down. 

It was hard for that big cock to lodge all of itself up her smaller tract 
for it was hard and stiff and very wide across. But mother was determined. 

She held onto the man's broad shoulders, and with a fierce effort managed to 
lodge that thing firmly up her ass. Her luscious ass pressed against his sac 
of balls. 

Once firmly engulfed, the dude grabbed her chunky mounds and beat her up and 
down on his cock. I saw mother's eyes rolling in her head, her mouth gaping. 

Her big jugs jiggled in front of the man's face and he captured a blood 
gorged nipple inside his sucking mouth. I saw his tongue flicking like mad . 

Mother took her hand and pressed his sac of balls against her hot ass mounds 
while she jumped up and down on his cock. She was hot as a firecracker. 

So was I. I had two fingers strumming in and out of my cunt at a furious 
pace. My other hand was on my swollen clit and tweaked it, hard, then very 
hard. 

I saw mother take her other tit and placed the bloated nipple into her own 
mouth. When I saw that I became inflamed and bolted a third finger up my 
hole. 

Mother then took her hands and spread her ass-cheeks wide and then slapped 
them closed. For an instance I caught an unimpeded glance of that cock's 
penetration. 

The pink ring of flesh that was the rim of her ass-hole was stretched to an 
unreal size. The ring of flesh encircled the base of the staff and gripped 
it. 

As mother raced herself up and down on the cock, she kept her ass-cheeks 
parted so that all of the hot cock pierced upward and into her boiling 
bowels. 

Each time she sheathed the instrument up to his balls. When the cock head 
banged against something inside after each poke she let out a lusty moan. 

She built up a feverish rhythm on that cock, all the while keeping her 
ass-cheeks spread wide and revealing to me the pulverizing fuck she was 
giving herself. 

Both my ankles were atop the banister so as to allow my fingers total access 
in plunging in and out of my gaping cunt. Suddenly, mother pulled off him. 

The cock head popped cut of her hole and it slowly resumed its former shape. 
She went to her knees and took his shit stained cock in her mouth. 

I saw her mouth it whole and lick the staff clean as a whistle. Then she 
laid on the floor purring like a hot cat and mauling her massive breasts in 
her hot hands. 

Her tongue flicked out of her mouth and beckoned for the dude to drop his 
come in her mouth. He hovered above her and snapped his cock to the point of 
orgasm. 

As he was about to come he bent his knees and put the head to her open 
mouth. A heavy gob of scum bursts from the tip and went directly into 
mother's mouth. 

He pumped his whole load along her lips and cheeks. Mother kept capturing 
big gobs of scum on her tongue and swallowing it down, savoring every drop. 

I felt my gash begin to glow and then a spasm rocked through my body. I 
plunged my fingers faster in and out of my cunt. 

As the dude wrung out his cock in mother's mouth, I came. I watched her 
tongue run along her come-stained lips. 

When there was no more come to be had she smiled like a contented kitten. 
The dude kept his cock in her mouth and she cleaned it. 

And no one ever knew I was there. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"Kenny, quick, it's that time again. Let's go." 

Randy was out of breath. She had hurried downstairs to get her brother. 
Their parents were at it again. 

When her father was home they often fucked in the middle of the day. The 
strange thing about it was that they had just been fighting like cats and 
dogs. 

"Look at them, Kenny, look at them go. Wow!" 

"They're really horny this time. Mom's real hot." 

On of their greatest pleasures was to gather together in the attic and watch 
their parents fuck from the overhead grating that had once served as a 
heating duct. 

The old mansion that Kenny and Randy lived in with their rich parents was 
full of such nooks and crannies like this one. They knew every inch of the 
house. 

Kenny's leg pressed closer to his sister's as they watched their parents 
fucking in the bedroom down below. It was crazy this time, mom was 
practically on her head. 

Her back was on the floor. Her legs was pulled back so that her ankles were 
up around her head. On her feet were a pair of sexy black high heels. 

Her cunt was gaping open and her red-tipped fingers played with the folds of 
her cunt, especially the clit. Father held his cock in his hand. 

He stood by her flanks and helped her to keep her balance in the wild 
position. He took his hard cock and corkscrewed it into his wife's gaping 
cunt. 

The hole had already been budded open from his previous entries. Randy had 
not caught them in time and the two siblings had missed the preliminary 
foreplay. 

Their mother's face was beet red. The blood rushed to her head from a 
combination of her upturned body and rising heat. Her fingers constantly 
played with her clit. 

While her husband reamed his cock in her wet pink hole, she kept her gaze 
fixed upon his entry and clutched at his cock with the palpitating cunt 
lips. 

The siblings loved to catch their parents fucking. It was the best part of 
their lives. Though they were rich, the children never seemed to get out 
much. 

And now it was summer vacation. Without having to go to school, they had 
absolutely no reason to ever leave the mansion, which had everything a child 
could want. 

Each had their own playroom. There was not an invention or toy that their 
rich father hadn't laid on them to keep them off his back and out of his 
way. 

Brenton Carter had inherited his money. He had borne children so that he 
could have legal heirs. Everything else about being a father disinterested 
him. 

He had married a truly gorgeous woman. Randy and Kenny's mother had been a 
showgirl. That's where their father had met her. They heard the story many 
times. 

Mrs. Cater was, right now, very passionate. She loved to fuck in lewd 
positions. It really turned her on. And Brent never had to be convinced 
about kinky sex. 

At times, Livinia Cater thought her husband was truly a pervert. The things 
he asked her to perform were unbelievable. like eating his come and the 
like. 

Once, he even asked if he could piss on her. Livinia had, of course, denied 
him that. It was degrading, she thought. But then one night she was drunk. 

That night she had sucked off Brent's cock to it was bursting from its 
seams. She was very tipsy from drinking too much at the big bash they had 
attended. 

After he had fucked her in every position, including her ass, he came and 
she was still hot. But there was nothing left for her save his limp dick. 

Brent ushered her into the bathroom and took advantage of her weakened 
condition. He sat her down on the bathtub and then prepared to piss on her 
pretty face. 

Livinia was no raving beauty, but she was pretty in a sexy way. Her face was 
sort of puggish and gave a man a slutty impression of her, especially with 
her body. 

It was Livinia's body that was her most charming feature. Her breasts were 
just the right size and were firm and proud on her chest; her waist, supple. 

Her ass was a fine specimen of sculptured flesh that molded to her curvy 
legs and appeared to be raised up just a fraction of its own accord. 

Her very long and finely skinned legs were marvelous when viewed from a 
profile, and her ass-cheek and leg seemed to be one heavenly joined form. 

Brent's limp cock wavered in front of her face for a long moment and then 
the piss flew out of the tip. It fell onto her forehead and down her cheeks 
as she closed her eyes. She felt the piss run off her chin and onto her 
breasts. It was hot and not at all an evil-smelling elixir, it streamed onto 
her tits and she opened her legs. 

The yellow trails continued down her belly and ran onto her hot cunt. She 
moaned in pleasure and then opened her mouth and her husband pissed in it. 

She dare not take a gulp, though she dearly wanted to, for fear of retching, 
but she let her mouth well-up with urine and then roll out of her lips. 

He took his cock and aimed his stream of piss at her gaping cunt. Her moans 
increased with intensity as his steady flow bounced directly on her 
throbbing clit. 

She leaned back on her haunches inside the bathtub and spread her legs wide. 
His piss fell on her gaping pink hole and she strummed her clit hard. 

She watched with her eyes bulging out her sockets as her husband pissed on 
her lap, cunt and thighs, and then aimed his stream at her trembling tits. 

Four other sets of bulging eyes watched as their mother was pissed on by 
their father. There was another grating in the attic, right above the 
bathroom. 

Kenny became so inflamed from the sight of his mother liking the fact that 
she was being pissed on that he left to go to his room to immediately jerk 
off. 

Randy, however, was too mesmerized by the debacle to leave her place. She 
had watched her brother leave and then raised up her nightgown to strum her 
clit. 

She watched her mother take her father's piss-stained pecker into her mouth 
and lovingly suck on it. Her whole voluptuous body glistened with piss. 

Kenny couldn't decide which event he liked better, his father pissing on his 
mother, or the one he was watching right now. It was sure getting him hot. 

Randy was hot too. He could tell by the way she was breathing. He wanted to 
touch her but couldn't. His father told him it was forbidden that time he 
had caught them. 

But Kenny didn't want to think about that now. He wanted to watch the way 
his father's cock corkscrewed its way into his mother's fully exposed gash. 

The black hairs of mother's cunt were wet with the juices that had sprayed 
out of her cunt from his father's cock plunging in and out of it. 

Sometimes his father withdrew his cock from mother's pink hole just to watch 
how it was stretched out. He let it close a little before sticking his cock 
back in. And he would always turn his cock with his hand as he moved it back 
into her. Mom watched as his cock disappeared from view and went all the way 
inside her. 

Then she let out a little hot squeak, and then Mr. Carter jumped up and down 
slamming his cock into her gripping hole. Both their faces were very red. 

Randy particularly liked the way her mother played with her clit the whole 
time that her father pushed his cock in and out of her cunt. It was very 
swollen. 

Her mother's brightly painted, red glossy fingernails scratched the bloated 
nub, and her fingers parted the cunt lips and twiddled with them. 

Mr. Carter pulled his cock out and pushed his wife's legs further in the 
direction of her head. The children could see very clearly their mother's 
brown ass-hole. 

They had seen their father fuck their mother in the ass many times before 
but never in this lewd position. They could see everything this way-both 
holes. 

Mr. Carter took his finger and slashed it deep into his wife's cunt. He 
wriggled it around a bit, causing her to squeal, to make sure it was good 
and wet. 

He pulled it out of her roost and lifted it to his nose and took a good 
sniff. With the tip of it dripping with his wife's dew, he shoved his finger 
in her ass. 

The children saw their mother's flesh quiver from the force of impact. When 
her trembling stopped, her impaled loins began to tremble of their own will. 

Their father's finger probed from side to side in her ass, budding it open 
to eventually accept his blood gorged stanchion. Livinia's ass spasmed. 

Kenny had to shift his position. His hard cock throbbed in his pants and was 
mashed inside his underwear. His eyes were glued to his father's probing 
finger. 

The finger pulled out of her. It was brown. Mr. Carter reached it to his 
wife who stuck it in her mouth and licked his finger clean as whistle. 

The children watched as their father took hold of his cock and directed it 
toward their mother's budded-open ass-hole. Her cunt was a fiery red color. 

The cock head poked into the ring of muscle and then became lost in the 
membranes. Brent let up on his thrust to savor his wife's palpitations on 
his cock head. 

It felt like the folds of her tract were snapping on his throbbing head. 
Ripples of delight pulsed through his hard cock making him spasm 
delightfully. 

Grabbing his wife's ass in both hands, he moved his cock head deep inside 
her loins. Mrs. Carter's curved flanks began to convulse uncontrollably. 

She felt impaled on her husband's cock. She watched him brace his feet to 
gain some leverage for his final plunge. Then it happened. He split her! 

His cock was lodged bone-deep in her bowels. Her spine felt like it had been 
replaced by his hot cock. In this position, he had been pierced into her 
especially deep. 

The entire length of his ample cock throbbed inside her. Her ass-hole seemed 
to grip and form around it and perfectly sheathe it like a fleshly vessel. 

Her bowels felt like they were boiling in oil. To ease her pain, Mrs. Carter 
began to vigorously strum her clit, that was swollen and dangled out of her 
cunt lips. 

Randy swore that her mother's hard scratching fingernails had caused her to 
cut herself. Her gash was so red it looked like it was streaming with blood. 

But it was not blood that was dousing Livinia Carter's gaping cunt, but the 
sweet juices of her own hot love dew, inspired by her husband's cock in her 
ass. 

Her pain began to die down as she furiously pulled at the lips of her cunt 
and darted two and three fingers in and out of her hot pink hole. 

She kept fiercely fingering her clit until the nub was bloated and raw. Her 
cunt looked as if it were on fire, to match the flames in her hot loins. 

Her husband began to move his cock in and out of her flaming ass. The 
children had a clear view of the penetration, and marveled at their mother's 
suppleness. 

Randy did not know how her mother could stand that thing up her ass. It must 
hurt terribly. But the way her mother panted did not sound like pain. 

Kenny watched in rapt attention as his father long dicked his mother's ass. 
With each stroke he brought the cock head totally out of the brown hole. 

Every time that happened his mother's ass-hole stretched to an unbelievably 
large width. The hole looked bigger than the one in her cunt. His father 
corkscrewed in. 

like Kenny, Brent Carter gazed fixedly at his wife's tender hole opening and 
closing as he drew his cock in and out of her. The rim was sucking in his 
cock head. 

With the tip of his prick lodged, he summoned up all his strength and 
wickedly drove his pole especially deep inside his wife's ass. Livinia's 
eyes rolled. 

"Oh Brent, that was wonderful. Do it again." 

Had Randy really heard those words? Kenny had no trouble in understanding 
his mother's plea. She could see how she must really loved to get fucked 
that way. 

Randy's eyes focused on her mother's cunt, while Kenny's beady irises 
latched onto the spectacle of his mother's deeply penetrated ass, savoring 
every plunge. 

Their father began the new rhythm that their mother had requested. To Kenny, 
Brent Carter was just being a good husband; to Randy, her father was a 
brute. 

His fierce rhythm brought his cock totally out of her confines before 
plunging back inside of her with the full force' of his weight-ahhhhhhhhhh 
... 

Mrs. Carter's eyes stuck up in her head. Her blue eyes were completely 
hidden from view. Nothing showed through her half-closed lids save the 
whites of her eyes. 

Her husband pinched her clit. She let out a squeak like a stuck pig. She was 
powerless to move a muscle in her upturned position, and her husband took 
advantage. 

Livinia Carter knew better than anyone that her husband was a rogue and a 
cad. He had an insatiable appetite for sex, and had scores of women on the 
side. 

But right now, with her cunt in full flower and her loins seething with 
passion, the only thing on her mind was her own lust, and the cock that 
pumped in and out of her. 

That was the most important thing. Not who it was, as long as it was a cock. 
She had given up years ago on the notion of romantic love, and settled for 
her fate. 

Being the wife of a rich man had a lot of advantages, even if it meant 
submitting to a wicked ass-fucking every now and again, not to mention piss 
drinking. 

A common tart like herself had no right to complain about anything. She knew 
that her husband had married her because he had a weakness for whores. 

But what the fuck, there was worse fates than this one. It was better than 
pimping herself off, and having some cruel buck for a boss. That had almost 
happened. 

When she had been a showgirl she often turned a trick or two that had earned 
her quick cash. There was even a porno film mixed in there someplace. 

She had even told Brent about it-oh God, how he was fucking her now-and, of 
course, he fell in love with the idea. He was more passionate than ever with 
her. 

Nothing seemed to bother him when it came to using her body. He had pawned 
her off on all his jet set friends a number of times at affairs for swinging 
couples. 

There was no end to her humiliation. Eventually she had become used to it. 
It was a trade off. The life of a rich woman in exchange for her hot body, 
and talents. 

His friends were as kinky as him, even kinkier. They were into bondage and 
all that sort of crap. Eventually, Livinia became used to that too. 

She looked down past the spectacle of her gaping cunt, whose lips twitched 
spasmodically between thrusts, and watched her husband's cock ream her 
ass-hole good and proper. 

As he pulled his cock back and forth, the rim of her ass-hole thinly gripped 
his staff like a piece of pink elastic. Her entire flanks were beet red. 

Her ass-hole was red with friction and her cunt was a crimson shade. Her 
flanks and inner thighs glowed from the force of his slaps as he plowed into 
her. 

The cock relentlessly bore in and out of her splitting her in two. She saw 
her husband draw out the cock head and her gaping ass-hole contort back to 
shape. 

He played with her hole by teasing it with the cock head. He poked it back 
and forth and felt her palpitating hole grip and snap on its surface. 

Livinia became inflamed from the lewd sight of her own budding membrane. A 
spasm welled up within her and then her body rocked in a continuous rhythm. 

One after the other the spasms rolled through her like waves, and she 
succumbed to a monstrous orgasm. At that moment, he plunged his cock all the 
way in. 

The expression froze on her face. The children watched as their mother's 
emblazoned loins shuddered in rocking spasms from the force of their 
father's brutal entry. 

Randy could take no more of the obscene posture. Kenny felt her leg stop 
pressing against his and then saw her get up. Her face was flushed a deep 
red. 

He knew where she was going. She was going to her room to jerk off. That was 
exactly what Kenny was going to do the instant after he saw his dad drop his 
load. 

That was always the best part. Kenny liked to see his father put his 
charging cock inside his mother's mouth and pump huge gobs of baby batter 
into it. 

He particularly liked how his father called his mother names while she ate 
his come. He called her a dirty cocksucker, a scum eater, and everything. 

And for some reason, his mother liked that. Randy never stayed for that 
part. She said that it made her nauseous. She couldn't understand why her 
mother liked it. 

Kenny told her that she didn't like it because she was too young to 
understand about sex. He was year older than her. Later on she would 
understand. 

When she was fourteen like him, she would know how pleasurable it was to eat 
come. Kenny had tasted it once himself, his own, just out of curiosity. 

He tasted just a drop of it, on the tip of his tongue. First it tasted sweet 
and then it tasted bitter. But on the whole, it wasn't bad at all. 

Kenny liked to jerk off thinking of his mother. And now it would be even 
better to jerk off while watching them. 

But that meant he couldn't watch them with his sister. And if she wasn't 
there with him then he had no one to rub his leg up against while he 
watched. 

Down below he could see that his father's breaths were getting heavier and 
heavier. His mother was squealing for him to fuck her, fuck her hard, 
HARDER! 

When his father pulled out his cock, Kenny latched onto his own inside his 
pants. The best part was about to come. He loved to watch his mother eat 
come. 

There was a little bit of shit on Dad's cock from having fucked his mother 
really deep up his ass. But his father did not bring his cock to her mouth. 

Instead, he left his throbbing cock head lying on top of his mother's 
stretched open ass-hole and held her legs apart. In another instant he was 
coming. 

Sperm flew out the tip of his cock in heavy gobs. The first place the steamy 
goo splashed upon was his mother's torrid ass-hole. It became drenched with 
come. 

Brent Carter aimed his emptying cock right on his wife's brown hole and 
released his load. Come dripped off that hole and onto her gaping pussy. 

Spurt after spurt rushed out of his cock, landing first on her ass-hole and 
then streaming in thick gobs all over her gaping pink hole and twitching 
lips. 

When the come pooled up on her folds it dripped onto her clit. He was still 
coming when he saw the first glistening gob of scum dangling off her 
throbbing clit. 

Below that throbbing clit, his wife waited with her mouth stretched open and 
her tongue strained out to catch that thick ball of come when it finally 
rolled of her clit. 

Kenny watched in fascination as his mother's mouth prepared for the 
glistening trickles of come that drenched her dark hole and angry red gash. 

The gob fell off her clit and right into her mouth which she immediately 
snapped closed to swallow down. Then just as quickly, her mouth re-opened. 

Now that the first drop had fallen it dragged more streams of come with it. 
He watched as his father's cock kept pumping its load indirectly into her 
mouth. 

Each blast of his sperm drenched her ass-hole and cunt and then spilled off 
into her mouth. Soon, his mother's mouth was brimming with sperm and she ate 
it all. 

That was truly the best part. He really enjoyed his mother eating his 
daddy's scum. It was such a hot sight his cock felt like it was busting 
through his pants. 

Kenny scrambled to his feet noiselessly. Now that the best part of the show 
was over it was time for him to jerk off in his room. On the way, he passed 
Randy's. 

He peeked in through the .key hole and saw her laying spread-eagled on the 
bed. He had a clear view of her gaping gash. He felt his cock though his 
pants. 

He would dearly love to jerk off right here in the hallway watching his 
sister masturbate. She was real good at it. Her finger went all the way up 
her cunt. 

But he dare not risk being caught by his father, or mother for that matter, 
jerking off in the hallway. He quickly went to his room and pulled off his 
pants. 

There was one thing about his cock that he didn't like. It was too big. His 
cock was bigger than his father's. Kenny was sure that there was something 
wrong with him. 

But at this moment he was not concerned with the abnormal size of his 
pecker. He snapped his meat fiercely in his hand, pulling the foreskin from 
tip to base. 

He thought of his sister's cunt that he had just seen, and the load that his 
father had dumped all over his mother. Kenny dreamt of jerking off on his 
mother's face. 

With that thought in mind, his spasms reached full intensity and the-boy 
came. 

Oodles of sperm dripped out of his manly cock imagining his mother's mouth 
the recipient. 

When he had wrung out the last drop, he relaxed onto his bed and felt his 
cock go limp. Now the inordinate size of his member started to worry him. 

He lay there pondering his fate. It would be impossible to find a girl that 
would want his cock. It was just too damn big. It would kill her. 

Thinking thoughts of self-pity almost put him to sleep. Then Kenny heard his 
father's voice calling for him and his sister to come downstairs. 

When he got downstairs he saw that his sister's face was still red. He knew 
why. In fact, the face of every member of the family seemed to radiantly 
glowing. 

"Now children, listen up, your father has something to tell you." 

"Yes, daddy, we're listening. What is it." 

"The new maid is coming today. I want you all to meet her." 

A second later the bell rang. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

I was very anxious to see our new job. Mother had many jobs as a maid 
before, but never for some one rich. 

I imagined all sorts of things. I figured everything in the house would be 
mechanized, you know, futuristic. 

I was surprised when mother and I got out of the cab that had taken us to 
the mansion for our first day's work. 

It was a very old and stately place. It was nothing like I had imagined at 
all. I expected horse drawn carriages made of wood to pull up any minute. 
Mother paid the taxi driver and then repeated what she had told me earlier. 

"Remember, Missy, no horsing around. We need this job." I had mixed feelings 
about the whole thing. On the one hand, I was happy for mother. Finally she 
was getting a good job that was worthy of her station. 

But something else kept nagging at me. It was the fact that these people 
were so rich. What right did they have to be so well off when we were so 
poor. 

Mother rang the bell and in a few seconds someone answered. 

"Mrs. Clark, so good of you to come. You're right on time." 

The man who was speaking must be the master of the house. I didn't like the 
looks of him right off the bat. He had a mysterious glint in his eye. 

I judge people fast. I learned from mother that a girl had to always be on 
her guard. I got bad vibes from this guy first thing. He looked weird. 

Oh, he was dressed well enough. He had on a suit that must have cost at 
least five hundred dollars. He had just that touch of gray around the 
temples. 

But I didn't like those beady black eyes. Somehow I had expected a more 
regal or noble kind of person that this character. I didn't like the way he 
eyed me. 

We were ushered into the house and introduced to the rest of the family. 
There were two children that looked around my age, perhaps a little younger. 

They introduced themselves as Randy and Kenny. A few seconds later the lady 
of the house came out from a door at the side of the stairs, from the 
kitchen, no doubt. 

Mrs. Carter introduced herself as Livinia. She was the last kind of person I 
had expected to be the wife of a rich heir. She looked rather common, but 
cute. 

Her hair was bleached blonde, I could tell that right from the start. Why a 
woman of her caliber would arrange herself so cheaply I had no idea. 

She had a dazzling pair of blue eyes that I fell in love with. She had a 
nice figure too. When she saw that I was staring at her she grinned broadly. 

"Missy, you will share the servants quarters with your mother." 

"Thanks ever so much, Mrs. Carter. That'll be fine." 

"Call me Livinia, please, we're not much for titles around here." 

That was fine with me. I saw that mother was little perturbed at the 
request. I mean, being so close to the family protocols would keep things 
from getting sticky. 

She didn't want the both of us to become happy members of the family right 
off the bat. Mother knew the ropes. There was no use getting chummy too 
fast. 

I couldn't help but keep staring at Mrs. Carter, I mean, Livinia. She was 
beautiful, though quite attractive, but she seemed to glowing, almost 
radiant. 

In fact, now that I looked at the entire family together in one room, all 
four of them seemed to be glowing. Were they always this happy around here? 

While mother was given a description of her duties, the children showed me 
to our quarters. I liked Kenny, he's a sweet kid. But Randy seemed like a 
prude. 

I hate that type. Maybe being cloistered here in the middle of nowhere had 
made her a little eccentric. We chatted, all three of us, and got to know 
one another. 

Randy didn't like anything a girl her age should be interested in. She 
didn't like rock and roll, and she didn't like movies. In fact, she didn't 
even like jeans. 

Kenny was different. He wasn't what you would call a fast kid. But he had 
potential. It was just that the life they led kept him away from the 
current. 

They both went to private schools that must've cost a fortune. For kids, 
they were very conservative, to a fault. Why, they hadn't even gotten high. 

I was dying to smoke a joint but worried about their reactions. Kenny might 
go for it, in time, but Randy was going to be a bitch, I could see that now. 

The more we talked and got to know one another, the more Kenny and I came to 
like one another and the farther apart Randy and I became. We were very 
different. 

I liked jeans and she liked dresses. Even now she was wearing a skirt. I 
liked rock music and she liked classical. I had never even heard of 
classical music. 

"What the hell is classical music? Do you mean like the Beatles." 

"The Beatles aren't classic. They're boors. Beethoven is classical." 

"Do you mean to tell me that the Beatles don't have any class?" 

The both of them laughed when I said that. They could see the hurt in my 
eyes. At that he stopped laughing but Randy kept cackling like a stupid hen. 

We were disturbed by Livinia and my mother who came into the servant's room. 
Her duties had been described to her and it was time for us to unpack. 

"Come on, children, leave them alone while they get settled." 

Kenny groaned a the suggestion. He was anxious to get to know us better. 

"Now Kenny, you'll have plenty of time to get acquainted later." 

The three of them left the room. Kenny turned his head and smiled at me. I 
smiled back and gave him a wink. I saw his face blush red when I did that. 

As soon as they left mother gave me a list of things to do. She also told me 
to be on my best behavior. This was one job we didn't want to loose. 

The pay was phenomenal compared to what we had been getting. On top of that, 
we wouldn't have to pay for groceries and were allowed a paid vacation. 

Everything seemed too good to be true. We had just come through a rough six 
weeks. Now the tide suddenly turned. Mother was on her guard. She smelled 
something fishy. 

She couldn't put her finger on it. She didn't even say anything to me about 
it. But I could tell something was troubling her, and in time she's figure 
it out. 

My suspicions centered around the master of the house, Brent Carter. I 
didn't like the way he had eyed mom's tits, and especially, the way he eyed 
me. 

Of course, everyone stared at mother's tits, that wasn't unusual. But not 
everyone eyed me the way Mr. Carter had, except those with a lecherous 
intent. 

I had seen that look before from men. It meant one thing and one thing only. 
Somehow I had expected more from a rich man, you know, a touch of class at 
least. 

Truly, if approached from a certain way, I would be amenable to the rogue's 
advances if at least had a modicum of decorum. I had imagined a rich man to 
be noble. 

This guy was no such thing. Mr. Carter struck me as very common, despite all 
his money. But you can't argue with money. It makes the world go 'round, you 
know. 

"Remember to be properly dressed at all times. It's not really your house." 

Slyly, mother was telling me not to go prancing the hallways with just my 
nightie on or run around scantily clad. She smelled a rat in Mr. Carter too. 

I dressed in my servant's outfits and watched mother do the same. I caught 
another glimpse of her marvelous, rotund breasts and had an urge to massage 
them. 

But there were duties to perform. The beds had to be made and lunch 
prepared. As soon as I left the room, leaving mother to unpack, The two 
children intercepted me. 

"Missy, do you want to have a little fun? Are you busy?" 

"Not especially, what did you have in mind? Is it good?" 

I didn't need to be cajoled into goofing off. It meant less work for me and 
more for mother, but what the hell, I was a kid and might as well enjoy 
myself. 

They took me throughout the entire house. It was a wonderful old mansion. 
When you took it in just visually it looked old and decrepit, but there was 
more to it. 

It had an intricate design to it that defied description. It was like one 
huge maze. You could easily get lost in the house if you didn't know your 
way around. 

There was nothing but interesting nooks and crannies everywhere. Rooms that 
led into more rooms that eventually gave way to cavernous looking hallways. 

There was no way to get your bearings. It was as if the house were designed 
to be constantly re-discovered by its occupants. Nothing seemed to be 
connected. 

Yet you could get to any side of the house in a minute, if you knew the 
correct route. And Kenny and Randy knew the house by heart. They had grown 
up in it. 

"The only bad part," they said, " is that we're lonely." 

For all their riches I still felt sorry for them. They looked at me as some 
strange alien from a foreign reality. They just couldn't imagine my life. 

I told them about the clothes I like to wear, sexy things, you know, like 
tight designer jeans and low cut blouses that showed off my nice titties. 

How the kids in the city liked going to discos, and drinking wine and 
getting high, and zooming around real fast in their cars and even fucking in 
them. 

I could see that Kenny was very interested in everything that I had to say. 
But Randy was upset, annoyed, in fact. She kept cringing her face up in a 
knot. 

like there was an evil smell about. I didn't like her. I hardly knew her and 
already I didn't care for her style. Kenny was different. I was even 
attracted to him. 

"Kenny, why don't you tell your sister to get lost. So we can talk." 

I said it real low, whispering into his ear and making sure that my lips 
brushed against his lobe, so that the little urchin couldn't hear us. 

Though a sound hadn't pierced her ears, she nevertheless figured out that a 
conspiracy was afoot. She immediately voiced her two cents. 

"Hey, what is it, what are you two talking about." 

"Nothing, Randy. But could you get lost for a minute?" 

"Whaddya mean get lost, where am I supposed to go?" 

"We'll meet you in the playroom in five minutes. I promise." 

She wavered for an instant. Her pale blue eyes darted from him to me in an 
effort to discern the plot. My eyes gave her the most innocent look you 
could imagine. 

She was no match for me. I could play dumb at a moment's notice and then act 
like a cat just as suddenly. I didn't like her ugly face but she couldn't 
prove it. 

"All right. But if you don't come back I'm going to look for you." 

"That's fine Randy. I'll be right with you. See you in a little while." 

I had Kenny lead me to a spot where I was sure that we wouldn't be spotted. 
First I asked him if there was a place in the house Randy didn't know about. 

"There sure is. How did you know about that anyway?" 

I didn't. I just guessed. I figured you to have a hiding spot all your own." 

The place that he led us was right above Randy's room. 

"Why did you pick a place like this. It's right above her room." 

"Because this way I can look at her when she doesn't know I'm watching." 

I took me a while to digest that. Why would he spy on his sister, unless ... 

"Kenny, do you watch Randy undress, and maybe even jerk off." 

"Nah, that's kid's stuff. I'd rather watch mom and dad any day than her." 

I was stunned, but interested. He said it so naturally that at first I 
thought I hadn't heard him right. The job was getting to look better and 
better. 

While he was off guard I figured that this was as good a time as any to make 
a pass at him. He was younger than me so I would have to make the first 
move. 

My skirt was very short. My black fish net stockings ran up my legs and I 
wore only a pair of panties. My feet were raised in medium sized high heels. 

The first two buttons of my blouse were undone and the very top of my 
cleavage was exposed. My heavy tits were raised and thrust forward by my 
good bra. 

I lowered my lids halfway so that only a part of my green eyes showed. It 
was seductive facial expression that I knew always worked from my 
experiences in the past. 

Men liked to see that expression on women's faces, you know, the kind that 
said you were pining for sex. It was a put-on, a mask, but men always 
believed it. 

I really didn't have the hots for him as yet. It could happen though. It all 
depended on how he reacted to my advance. I like strong men, but not brutes. 

I kissed him gently on the mouth, just lightly swiping my tongue across his 
pursed lips. I liked the fact that my pass had not caught him totally by 
surprise. 

When I went to kiss him, he puckered his lips instantly. I forced my mouth 
harder against his and probed the tip of my tongue inside. Our tongue met 
just a touch. 

The tips of our tongues kept gently swirling together until I finally drove 
the whole thing into his mouth and gave him a long, hot and hard kiss. 

He moaned in my mouth. A long instant ensued as he made up his mind how far 
he wanted to go. Should he back off, or move forward? He moved forward. 

He pressed his body against mine and folded his arms around me. This was the 
second hurdle I had to make sure he passed. Would he become brutish and maul 
me? 

Or would he be tender and just keep pressing harder and harder until he 
finally took my breath away with his subtle but hard advance. He pressed 
harder. 

Things were shaping up just nicely. I reacted to his tender embrace and 
rubbed my body against his. I pushed my tits into his hard, firm chest. 

My tongue drove deep into his mouth and now he kissed me back. His own 
tongue pressed fiercely against mine and I let it probe deep into my mouth. 

I acted like jelly in his hands. I was totally submissive as part of firing 
him up. Though my body was limp, it was ready to spring and react at will. 

He moved his hands down my back and paused at the tailbone. He was uncertain 
as to whether he should touch my ass or not. I was dying to see how he would 
accomplish it. 

I didn't lead him on, but waited to see what tack he would assume in order 
to get his paws where he wanted them. He was young, but reacting like a duck 
to water. 

I had to be his first piece of ass. The thought never crossed my mind that 
he had gotten down with his sister. She was too prudish for that, and he too 
nice. 

His old man was a different story. I read him in a minute. Kenny's hands 
teetered as to their next move. He began to grind his pelvis into mine. 

It was the perfect ploy to drop his hands onto my ass-cheeks. I felt his 
cock press against the front of my cunt and it melted me. An instant later, 
his hands moved. 

He had found the perfect tactic as to how to get his hands kneading and 
squeezing my chunky ass. Grinding his pelvis into mine had done the trick. 

I melted into his hands and moaned in pleasure. When he picked up my skirt 
to place his hands directly on my body I let him do it. I was getting hot, 
My initial actions had been to win him over. But now I was truly worked up. 
I kept pushing my cunt into his cock and enjoyed the feel of his molding 
hands. 

I raised up my knee and ran it up his leg. I inched myself to the side so 
that my leg would brush against his cock. It was hard already. He was fast. 

Tell you the truth, I hadn't expected him to be hard so soon. I didn't like 
that in a man, though he was boy. It showed that he couldn't control 
himself. 

I like for a man to be in charge of himself as well as me. A super horny 
dude is only interested in getting off his own rocks. I like sex, and 
enjoying it. 

I hate when a mother-fucker gives a wham bam thank you ma'am kind of fuck. I 
mean, I like quickies, they have their place, but not all the time, just 
sometimes. 

As long as he was already hard I figured I might as well get him to cream 
right now because I no longer felt like fucking him. His hot start turned me 
off. 

I put a hand to his crotch and felt his cock. Why, it wasn't hard at all! 
That was the natural size of it. I gasped. This boy was hung like a horse. 

Suddenly my heat was back. What a find! This job was getting better by the 
minute. The boy I was stuck in the attic with was a regular Casanova. I 
blushed. 

I had to get a look at that thing, to feel it in my hand and caress it to 
full erection. I was hot to see what the thing looked like fully bloated. 

I had never known a man to be so endowed, as much as a boy. And a boy 
younger than me! The idea thrilled me-the fact that he was younger. A born 
satyr. 

I praised my good luck and took his cock out of his pants. I liked fooling 
with the base, palming it while feeling the balls and watching the staff 
bob. 

As it waved back and forth it began to stiffen. I kept clutching the base, 
savoring the feel of its wide width, wondering how big the staff could get. 

It was at least nine inches already and still rising. And to think the boy 
himself was still growing. Why, that thing would be a foot long by the time 
he was a man. 

I gushed in pleasure from the lewd sight of it. It had me at a fever pitch. 
My nipples were very hard and hurt inside the tight confines of my bra. 

My clit tingled when I saw that pole raise to its full height. It was 
monstrous. My whole hand nearly did not encircle the staff, which was 
throbbing. 

His cock pulsated in my gripping hand. I moved my hand to the center of the 
thing and reveled in its hard feel and hot skin. I couldn't resist jerking 
it. 

The more I jerked the harder it got, and the more I became inflamed. I 
pressed the cock head against my skirt and rubbed it along the fabric. Kenny 
sucked in air. 

I had forgotten totally about him. I was so mesmerized with his dick that I 
hadn't realized what pleasure my pawing hand had caused him. I put both 
hands on the staff. 

I bent a little so that both of them formed around the staff and could feel 
its hot pulsations. My hands encompassed his staff, nearly, and the head was 
bare. 

. It gleamed at me like a reddish, purple bulb of light. I kissed it. I head 
the boy moan. Then 

I stuck the whole cock head in my mouth. 

My hands jerked the staff while I sucked off his cock head. The boy was 
letting out moans that sounded like the hisses of a snake. His eyes were 
closed. 

I let go of his pole with one hand and forced as much cock into my mouth 
that it would take to 'fill it. I lodged the cock head firmly in the back of 
my throat. 

The bottom half of the cock was encompassed by my gripping hand. With my 
mouth filled to the brim with cock, still half of it dangled unsucked out of 
my mouth. 

Its magnificent length inflamed me. I had to get it all down my mouth, just 
to feel what it was like. His cock inspired me to a new zenith of lust. 

I was determined to draw come out of it, then bathe my tongue in his sperm 
and taste its bittersweet edge, to be the first vixen to have drank of its 
come. 

I kept pulling the pecker with one hand and bobbing my head from side to 
side, as well as back and forth. All the while my tongue lapped like mad. 

Every once in a while it darted out of my mouth like a lizard's tongue as I 
sought to take in more of the cock to press within my clamping jaws. 

I took my hand off the pole and pressed both of them into his pelvis. My aim 
was to jam that cock head down my throat and totally engulf his cock down my 
mouth. 

If I could deep throat this pole I could deep throat anything, even a horse 
cock. I was determined to draw come. 

My thumbs rested on his sac of balls with my palms pressed firmly into his 
pubic hairs. My mouth kept straining forward. 

I kept moving into him until I felt the cock head pierce the gap of my 
throat, lodging itself in my pipe. 

And then his whole cock was in my mouth. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"Aaahhhhh, Missy, you have no idea how good a cock feels stuffed down your 
throat. 

Especially one the size of this one. My mouth had formed around the pole I 
drew it in and out of my mouth. 

Each time I pierced the gap. 

His cock head lodged itself firmly down my throat with each stroke of my 
bobbing head. I made sure it did. My lips charged back and forth kissing his 
hairs. My bottom lip touched his massive sac of balls. I tweaked them in my 
fingers and played with them individually. The sac was drenched with my 
spit. 

Each time my throat accepted the bulbous tip my head jerked forward. And 
when it dislodged my head jerked forward. All the while my mouth kept 
sucking. 

Deep throating was an exercise enough to inflame any man. It is particularly 
pleasurable when the pole that is sucked is a big size. One's mouth is 
completely stuffed. 

It is the simplest and fastest way to draw out a man's come. I've seen 
mother perform it countless numbers of times. And so have I, as a 
matter-of-fact. 

But never with a cock of this dimension or proportion. I savored every inch 
of that snake, working the tool in and out of my mouth with wet, drawing 
motions. 

It had a succulent and sweet taste. It burned hotly inside my cheeks and 
flushed my face. As I sucked it into me it felt like I was swallowing a 
red-hot sword. 

My tongue worked feverishly on the-sensitive underbelly. It flicked all over 
it and made sure that there was an ample supply of saliva to grease the 
entry. 

I literally engulfed his cock in my mouth with every stroke. My head became 
a vessel whose opening fitted perfectly the grand protuberance that sheathed 
it. 

When I buried his cock down my throat, not an inch of it was in view and his 
wet balls dangled against my chin. My hands clutched his ass and pulled him 
into me. deep down my throat to see how far down I could get it, to be 
completely immersed in cock. 

Then I moaned and hummed on the staff to send delectable vibrations pulsing 
through the boy by way of his cock. The action inflamed him, and his pole 
lurched. 

Throbbing hotly as it was, I felt the snake stiffen in my mouth and 
experience a succession of spasms. I stopped lapping, for I did not want him 
to come. 

I was determined to eat his come, yes, but not until I had enjoyed the full 
flavor of his cock. My throat had become used to the invasion and formed 
around his dick. 

It was the best time during a deep throat. It felt like your mouth had 
become a cunt, and it actually made you pulse with an orgasm. My head began 
to tingle. 

Then a wave of passion rushed down my spine and lodged itself in my clit. My 
cunt started to burn in passion and I raced my hands between my legs. 

My mouth firmly engulfed his cock and dew on it. Both my hands played with 
my hot cunt through the panties and stroked the wet lips while fingering the 
clit. 

His balls leaked with my spit. I swayed on my haunches with his cock in my 
mouth and vigorously strummed myself. I heard good old Kenny begin to moan. 

I rushed a hand inside my panties and scratched my clit hard. A few snaps 
and I was off on a rolling spasm that soon seethed to boiling and I came. 

It was a luxurious and velvety type of feeling. My lust-crazed green eyes 
rolled in their sockets and my sucking mouth froze on his dick. For an 
instant, I was paralyzed. 

My bones vibrated and my limbs spasmed. My body convulsed and my cunt lips 
twitched as the charge went through me-plugged up as I was with his cock 
deep in my mouth. 

When my orgasm passed I quickly pulled his tool out of my roost before he 
too came. The fun was just starting. The morning was almost over and I 
hadn't done a lick of work. 

This was surely the best job mom had ever gotten. Wait until she found out 
about the size of the boy's cock. I knew her. She was a lusty sort of gal. 

She'd never be able to resist his charming member once she had heard about. 
And then when she saw it she would go absolutely bonkers. That was the part 
I wanted to see. 

But right now the young stud was all mine and I was determined to savor the 
moment. A new twist was added to the proceedings. Randy entered her room. 

Kenny's eyes were bugging out of his head. He obviously discerned something 
in her appearance that was invisible to me. He watched her intently, my hand 
on his cock. 

Randy began to undress. I heard Kenny begin to moan. I wasn't even stroking 
his prick. He was getting himself off just on his sister undressing. 

We saw her take of her dress and then her bra and panties. She stood 
straight up and ran her hands all over her curves. When she came to her 
tits, she cupped them. 

I guess you really couldn't call them tits. They were more like meaty nubs. 
Though Randy had been endowed with a big set of nipples. They were really 
very large. 

In fact, it was hard to see where the circumference of the aureole ended and 
the meat of her little tit began. As she played with them they began to rise 
up. 

I didn't take Randy for a pretty girl at first. She had much to pug a face 
in my estimation, just like her mother, though her mother looked even 
cheaper. 

I was very struck my the fine red line of the lips of her gaping cunt. It 
budded open as she fondled her tits, tweaking her thumbs and forefingers on 
the nipples. 

I was amazed at how hard she pulled at those large nubs. She clutched them 
very hard in her fingers and pinched them as they bloated from her surging 
blood. 

Her boobs lit up and her cunt flowered exactly at the same time. As she 
mauled her breasts with her clutching paws, her clit dangled out from red 
wet lips. 

I took to nibbling and licking Kenny's bloated pecker and rubbing it against 
my face cheeks while out of the corners of my eyes I kept a watch on Randy. 

We saw her place herself down on the bed on her hands and knees and spread 
her ass-cheeks with her hands. She writhed her ass from side to side and 
seemed to get off on the motion. 

She looked like a hot little kitten whose tail was raised in animal heat. 
She looked back at herself to check her writhing form and a sigh escaped 
from her lips. 

She was getting herself all worked up by just moving her arched back and 
wriggling her ass with the cheeks spread wide. The cool air on her gash 
excited her. 

The way she parted her ass revealed her puckered ass-hole. She snapped her 
ass-cheeks poked through the pink hole of cunt meat that dripped with her 
dew. 

Her face was beet red. Her panting became more frantic. Her sensitive parts 
seemed to glow in heat and when she shifted her body I got a look at those 
nipples. 

They were in an intense state of heat. Her passion was at a fever pitch that 
was clearly indicated by the fiery bloatedness of those shiny red nubs. 

They glowed like red lightbulbs. She rubbed them hard against the bed as she 
bobbed her ass and pelvis in time to her fingers that darted up both of her 
holes. 

Her sight was so lustful that I drew like a maniac on the cock head, 
pressing it between the roof of my mouth and my curled tongue. But I sucked 
too hard. 

I had forgotten about Kenny totally, except for his cock, and my mouthing 
brought him over the edge. The stuff stiffened in my jerking paw and 
exploded. 

My sucking lips firmly rimmed the cock head and I took his first two steamy 
spurts of scum directly into my mouth. I drew hard after each spurt. 

I had seen mother perform many scum eating operations and I became well 
versed at it myself. After each spurt I always saw her suck hard on the 
cock. 

This way, every last fleck of sperm was dislodged from the cock after each 
palpitation, and even had the effect of making the next spurt more copious. 

It was the only way to drain a cock completely of sperm. So often a full 
heavy gob or so remains lodged in the staff because the cocksucker was lazy. 

But following mother's example, I could drain a cock of every last bit of 
sperm with my drawing mouth. But I didn't want to eat it all right now. 

I merely wanted a taste of things to come. The job had certainly started off 
on the right foot. I took his cock out of my mouth and aimed it on my tits. 

like mother, I liked the feel of hot come splashing onto my big hot boobs. 
You can still drain a cock of all its elixir if you keep snapping it to 
wring it out. 

I did that with Kenny's cock. As his cock palpitated in my grip, the 
underbelly spasmed and pumped and afforded me a small length of skin to 
jerk. 

I snapped his pecker fiercely, dumping loads of hot batter onto my flaming 
tits whose nipples were bloated to bursting. Down below, Randy's moans got 
louder. 

The hand on her cunt tweaked her hot clit with her ring and fore-fingers 
while the middle finger ran quickly in and out of her dripping pink hole. 

Her brown hole was rooted with the middle finger of her other hand. Her ass 
was raised up in a sensuous curve and her back arched convexly. 

Her face was turned to the side and her passion-stricken face was clearly in 
view. Her mouth was gaping open, her pretty blue eyes stuck up in her head. 

As her spasms mounted into orgasm, the expression froze on her face and her 
loins began to tremble. Every part of her seemed to vibrate-her flesh 
jiggling. 

Juices freely streamed out of her gash and wet her fondling hand. Her 
ass-hole spasmed around her invading finger, alternately opening and closing 
at will. 

I dumped the last hot spurt of Kenny's come onto my meaty boobs and then put 
his wet cock head in my mouth. I sucked it between my lips clean as a 
whistle. 

Once more I reveled in the taste of his delectable sperm. It was the scum of 
a young boy, younger than me even, as was especially sweet and less bitter. 

When I finished lapping his deflating pole, eventually capturing it all in 
my mouth and sliding it out on one big plop, I rubbed his come into my tits. 

Mother always did that, that is, when men came on her tits. I think it was 
one of the reason that her large breasts were still firm and vibrant 
looking. 

Perhaps men's sperm is an excellent body conditioner. I don't rightly know. 
But I swished his come into the pores of my tits until it was all gone. 

I kissed his cock one last time and smiled as I pressed it to my cheek. Then 
I put it back in his pants, closed his zipper, and patted his cock in place. 

My actions were those of the perfect minx for not only had I an excellent 
teacher in the feminine arts in the model of my mother, I had plenty of 
practice in the past. 

This was the first of many adventures I was to undergo in this maze of a 
mansion. As time went on the job got easier, and the sex got hotter. 

As I had anticipated, it was just a matter of time before Mr. Carter made 
his first grope. It happened about a week later after my bout with Kenny, 
and Randy. 

I had taken to meeting Kenny at least once a day to give him a quick 
blowjob. Usually, it was right in the middle of my duties and we sneaked off 
somewhere. 

Kenny had become quite bullish in his demands. He was getting too cocky. I 
had made things too easy for him and he was beginning to take advantage. 

As long as no one was about, he would paw me freely while I was on the job. 
He had no bones about grabbing my ass, and would even fondle my tits through 
the uniform. 

Mostly, I didn't mind it, and let Kenny have free reign over my body. He was 
mostly gentle and, besides, I liked him. I wanted that cock to keep coming. 

But Mr. Carter was totally something else. That ugly mother was too lewd for 
my tastes. As it was, mother had her hands full with him. Rather, it was 
vice-versa. 

Mr. Carter had his hands full with mother's flesh. He didn't even mind 
pawing her while I was present, though he tried to do it covertly, sneak 
that he was. 

While mother was bending over to sweep behind a piece of furniture, he would 
sneak up behind her and grab her ass when he thought that I wasn't looking. 

But I didn't have to look to know what was going on. It was obvious when 
mother let out a startled squeak. Only with the children present did her 
resist her. 

I know that mother is a vivacious looking woman and that her voluptuous body 
brings out the beast in men, but Brent Carter was truly a rogue, a veritable 
cad. 

He resisted pawing mom in front of the children, I guess, because he didn't 
want them to know his real character. Oh how little he really knew. 

Out in the middle of nowhere like we were, without any neighbors or other 
friends, the children and I became instant friends. Even Randy and I. 

Mrs. Carter I hardly saw. She was always out shopping. She was in love with 
clothes and had a million different kinds of garments that were the latest 
fashion. 

She was rarely in the house, and when she was, as far as I could tell, it 
was only to get dorked by Mr. Carter. I knew this for a fact. I'll tell you 
how. 

As time passed I began to figure out the maze-like structure of the rooms 
and corridors. With the children as guide, I had learned the whole 
structure. 

They could spy on their parents from just about anywhere in the house, 
except the bathrooms. Luckily, the Carters fucked a lot, but never in the 
bathrooms. 

There was one bathroom, however, where the children did have a clear view 
into, from an overhead duct But there was enough fucking go on everywhere 
else. 

Mrs. Carter was quite a hot number. Mr. Carter fucked her in every position 
imaginable. 

I learned a few tricks from them. Ones I could use in the future. 

I didn't like the way that he made love to her. She was a pretty woman in 
her own way. But anyone could tell that her breeding was no better than 
mine. I don't know where he met her, but Mrs. Carter had never been a 
high-class debutante. She had a cheap look about her, and boy, could she 
fuck like hell. 

If her and mother ever went to bed together they would burn up the mattress. 
And if a man had ever been sandwiched between him, I pity his poor cock. 

I think I finally saw a woman who was as lustful as my mother. She wasn't as 
beautiful though. But she could fuck and suck like a professional whore. 

Just the right type for the kind of man I had suspected the master of being 
all along-a horny devil. Wherever he inherited his money from, the estate 
was doomed. 

He was sure to waste his riches on kinky sex and the satisfaction of his 
perverted habits. I'd have a helluva time keep him off me. I 
plotted-scheming me! 

With the children as my cohorts, I had allies on my side. I had to win over 
their confidence. It was easy with Kenny. I had fallen in love with him. 

Or maybe it was just his cock. 

It was great knowing the house just like the back of your hand. It gave me 
an advantage. It was their house, but my turf. And I had a small army, with 
a big cannon. 

Kenny was my cannoneer. 

All I had to do was aim and fire and pick the appropriate target. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

The first thing I did after the kids had introduced me to the terrain, was 
to use the knowledge for myself. 

I did my own searching and roving about. I learned that house better than 
anyone. Even better than Kenny. 

And he knew the mazes better than anyone. He had grown up in this house with 
his sister and explored every nook. 

But I had the advantage of being used to the art of survival. Mother and I 
had roved the streets together for what had seemed like an eternity. 

That knowledge was very useful in this house. I was like a cat, and he was 
like a dog. Therefore, my advantage was in speed and quickness; his was 
strength. 

A good nose. Kenny had a nose that was like an antenna. He could smell 
something coming down from miles away. But I was always there first. 

Often, we would meet together up in the lofts just as Randy was beginning to 
take her clothes off and start another one of her lusty jerk off sessions. 

Some of them often brought the roof down. She would become an inflamed bitch 
at times. She took to fucking herself with a homemade dildo she had 
mastered. 

It was really a bottle of hand lotion, the neck of which swooped up into 
just the perfect shape for insertion. It was shaped exactly like a dildo. 

Randy loved to shove this thing up her cunt. She would first twirl the 
rounded end of it on her clit and then work it along the crack of her gash. 

She would use it to tease open the lips of her pussy, and then when her pink 
hole was dripping wet, she plunged that fucken thing well-deep up her chute. 

Kenny and I would be amazed at her agility of movement. She would brace her 
ankles on the bed and raise up her ass and sway her hips into the plunging 
dildo. 

All the while I was sucking Kenny's cock. He would be standing and I on my 
knees, kissing, nibbling and gently sucking his blood gorged pecker. 

I rubbed the bulbous cock head on my face and cheeks and then poked it along 
my swollen nipples. As I did this I watched Randy's antics fervently. 

Her wanton lust would have me at my wits end. The massive throbbing cock at 
my disposal raised my passion all the more. Kenny let me do anything I 
wanted. 

I could do anything with his cock and that was fine with him. As time went 
on we tried all sorts of things. But I liked sucking him and watching the 
best. 

The house was like a showroom of pornographic spectacles, with each duct and 
grating giving us a full view of whatever sexual conduct was ensuing down 
below. 

Sometimes, while Randy was fucking herself in her bedroom, my mother would 
be jerking off in hers, and at the same time the Carter's were fucking like 
dogs in theirs. Me and Kenny would shoot from chute to chute to try and 
catch all the best parts. We became very adept at acting like mice and 
nobody suspected a thing. 

And all the while that we would be running through the rooms and ducts and 
back and forth and every which way imaginable, I would be pulling on his 
cock. 

Sometimes we would get real worked up and strip ourselves naked and go 
running through the maze in our fevered condition catching all the shows. 

All the while I kept a firm grip on his cock, and as soon as we got where we 
were going, I would bend to my knees and suck his cock into my mouth and 
watch the spectacle. 

Kenny would get crazy with passion and his cock would get hard as iron. He 
would be so beside himself with heat he would really not know what to do. He 
would try to jerk himself off but the foreskin was too tight. His staff was 
so engorged that he needed me to suck him off in order to come at all. 

Mother was a particularly lewd sight when she decided to jerk off. Being the 
lusty bitch that she was, she really got into it and even howled in passion. 

Kenny would get really worked up watching her. Those tits of hers left him 
awe-struck. They were massive globes of flesh that nearly bugged his eyes to 
bursting. 

Her nipples fascinated him. He licked his lips from the mere sight of them 
and I could feel his cock lurch in my grip as he stared them up and down. 

Mother tweaked those things hard, even pinching them, so fiercely that Kenny 
and I really expected her to draw blood. But her body was supple, and 
giving. 

Her flesh was like creamy mounds of clay. When she spread open her legs her 
lovely gash was already twitching in anticipation of her pawing. 

A few hearty scratches of her clit with her long sharp fingernail preceeded 
her finger's entry inside her pink hole. She gasped, and her cunt lips 
formed around it. 

She immediately started up a fearsome rhythm, beating her open palm into her 
swollen clit while her finger wriggled from side to sidein her deep well. 

I already said that mother had a cavernous cunt, and nothing is more 
exciting than watching her pull on the large folds of her cunt lips when 
they are wet. 

She can stretch those lips far out from her pelvis. They look like red 
fleshy webs made of cunt meat. She can wrap those lips around her fingers. 

Sometimes, she is so inflamed with passion, that with her legs spread wide 
and slightly raised, her cunt gaping, she actually ties those lips together. 

She gets herself quite worked up when she does that. It looks like she has 
two clits, each throbbing of their own will and intensely pulsing with 
passion. 

Soft moans one after the other rush out of her oval-shaped lips. Her dark 
eyes are lust crazed, and soon her rocking spasms untied the cord she has 
bound. 

Her cunt lips part and her cunt flies open. Her pink hole has flowered open 
and sweet cunt juice is flowing out of her. She pinches her clit hard and 
gasps. 

Four fingers dart quickly up her roost while the thumb nail keeps on 
scratching the clit. Her other hand is on her tits, forcing her nipples into 
her mouth. 

I look at Kenny's poker and it is mean looking and bloated. The cock head is 
pure purple. I touch it and sigh when I find it to be as hard as cement. 

I touch the pole in my hand and it is at once hard as metal and buring hot. 
Yet it throbs on my fingertips. I grab it fiercely and thrust it in my 
mouth. 

I suck on the cock h?ad with my cheeks drawn in. My tongue is flicking at 
lightning speed all over the rounded tip. My lips encircle and suck the cock 
head rim. 

Kenny begins working his tool in and out of my mouth. He sways gently from 
side to side while gingerly easing the cock head back and forth. 

I am pleasantly sighing after every sweet plunge of his cock. My sounds are 
soft moans of contentment just like a purring cat or properly fed baby. 

I hum my little turn and enjoy the lovely feel and taste of his massive hunk 
of meat. As he works his cock, I open and close my lips and snap on the 
head. 

Kenny can either watch his cock being tenderly sucked by my loving mouth, or 
watch mother writhe on the bed mauling her tits and angrily fingering her 
cunt. 

I watch mother as she rolls over on her side and parts her asschecks to bare 
her bunghole. It buds open and the cool air hits it making her sigh. 

Kenny sees this and his cock twitches. He must move it faster in and out of 
my mouth. As mother's finger probes around the rim of her brown hole, he 
gasps. 

Our four eyes are riveted on her finger playing with her ass. She knows just 
how to tease it with the tip of her finger and her nail so that it blooms 
open. 

It flowers before us and now we can see the tender pink insides. Mother 
gasps as her long nail leads the way up her chute. She must suck on a 
nipple. 

Her free hand had been working her gash but now cups a bulbous tit and 
plants the red-hot nipple into her wet, sucking mouth. But now her cunt is 
bare. 

Her free hand has a hard time answering her desire. She cannot cup her tit 
and strum her clit simultaneously, unless she removes that deep finger from 
her ass. 

And that's the last thing mother wants to do. In fact, one finger is not 
enough. Her fingers mad workings deep up her ass had enlarged the hole for 
another. 

We see her take her free hand and stretch her fabulous assmound wide apart 
and then that second finger dives deeply up the tract. Her moan is from the 
pit of her stomach. 

She has decided where her free hand can serve her best. She takes a nipple 
into her mouth and holds that tit in place by biting hard into her flesh. 
She is experiencing both pain and pleasure. Her ass hole is spasming around 
the racing invasion of her two plunging fingers, her nails digging into her 
guts. 

With her teeth holding the nipple in place her tongue is flicking like mad 
over the blood gorged tip. Her free hand feverishly strums her throbbing 
clit. 

Her eyes are not visible. Only the whites of her eyes show through half 
closed slits. She moans though the nipple as a spasm builds up into full 
orgasmic waves. 

As she comes her loins begin their convulsions. All her sensitive parts seem 
to be shining a beet red. Her flesh is jiggling, her bones vibrating. 

Her moan dies out like an engine being turned off now that the current has 
been turned off. Kenny's pole is hard, large, and like hot iron in my hand. 

We race though the mazes in record time to catch the next feature. I lead 
the way with Kenny's pecker in my hand pulling him along with me from 
behind. 

My hair is flowing in the breeze. I can feel his dangling sac of balls 
bouncing up and down along the base of his staff. My tits, too, are 
bouncing. 

Nude as the day we were born, and infinitely more horny, both of us finding 
it hard to stifle our giggles from her obvious glee, we find our way. 

My cat-like instincts tell me which avenue to take. We crawl along a shaft 
and I must let go of his staff but feel it burning against my calf. 

Then we fly up a short flight of stairs and then back down another flight. 
All the time I am gripping his pole. It is as hard as ever, and makes a 
perfect handle. 

I am heading for Randy's room. I know that the Carter's are fucking but I 
have a feline intuition that she's got something real heady brewing. 

like two little munchkins, giggling and squealing with joy, we run the 
length of a corridor. The last hurdle complete, we stop, and out of breath, 
I fall to my knees. 

Before I can catch my breath I make sure that Kenny's pole is in my mouth. I 
do this even before I turn my eyes to see what sort of devilry Randy's 
cooked up. 

Our frantic efforts are rewarded. My catty sense has proved correct. Randy 
is hot as a firecracker on top of the bed on her hands and knees. 

She is holding her dildo-bottle in one hand and trying to split her cheek 
and put the bottle into her ass. It is an impossible maneuver, and she gets 
frantic. 

Every time she is about to insert the dildo, her cheek snaps back in place 
and her effort is thwarted. And a shame too, for the hole is budded open. 

There is only one way for her to get that bottle up her ass and that is to 
use both hands. But then her ass-hole is not stretched open and entry is 
more painful. 

Her face is mashed into the bed and supporting her weight. One hand splits 
open a cheek while the tip of the bottle probes her sweet brown hole. 

She cannot find the proper leverage to insert it just yet. But her hot 
probing have her all worked up anyway. Her cunt is gaping and dripping with 
juice. 

Her clit is swollen and dangling out from the lips. I can see it twitching 
even with my bleary eyes. Finally she as success. The tip of the bottle is 
in. 

It is a painful process but she is enjoying herself. Her buttocks spasm from 
her sweet poked hole and she waits for it to die down and concentrates on 
her clit. 

While her loins become used to the invasion she busies her clit with her 
tweaking fingers. She does not probe her pink hole due to the protuberance 
up her ass. 

But by gently stroking the clit and lips she can send her cunt to glowing 
and thwart her pain with waves of pleasure. Her moans take on a definite 
lusty edge. 

She dares to probe the bottle a little deeper inside her tract. She parts a 
cheek with one hand and gripping the base of the bottle with the other she 
pushes it forward. She grunts, but the dildo-like bottle neck is nearly all 
the way in her guts. Once again her flanks spasm and convulse, and we can 
see her puckered hole quiver. 

It is quivering around the neck of the bottle like it is trying to draw the 
rest of it inside her. The pink rim of flesh is stretched thin as it forms 
around the bottle. 

As she moves it in and out of her tract, the rim of her ass takes on a 
definite pink texture. Its crimson color rivals the emblazoned lips of her 
fiery red slit. 

I can't see how the little darling can stand the grand protuberance in her 
small opening. Neither can my boy, for his cock throbs so badly it is 
hurting him. 

It has regained that pole-like quality that it had when we were viewing my 
mom do herself. I suck more of his cock into my mouth and lap all around it 
with my tongue. 

The little vixen is jumping her knees off the bed. She had one hand on the 
bottle and one running frantically up and down her gash as her nipples press 
into the bed. 

With all her sensitive parts accounted for, she is bucking backwards to her 
own blows. She-likes to withdraw the head and play with it along her 
expanded ass-hole rim. 

The hole remains parted from the way she had been plunging the instrument in 
and out of it. She can ring the pink rim of flesh just inside the budded 
opening with the bottle end. 

She manages to venture a few fingers up her gash, now that the bottle up her 
ass feels so good and has set her ass to glowing. Both holes are stretched 
and contorted open. 

Each contains a fearful intruder that, mad with passion, feverishly darts in 
and out of them. I take Kenny's cock and fondle it between my 
more-than-ample tits. 

The cock head burns into my flesh. I rubbed it with my soft palm and give it 
one final kiss before I run it up and down my cleavage and mash my tits 
around it. 

I think I'm beginning to fall in love with Kenny. Even Randy's body is 
beginning to turn me on now that I've seen her writhing in action, and about 
to come. 

I was concerned that I would have trouble with her. But now I can see iier 
weakness. She is a chronic masturbator like me, and needs a lover badly. 

I remember being oversexed at thirteen or so and acting just like her. I 
couldn't wait and decided to get fucked right then and there. I took up an 
offer. 

But for Randy it had been different, cloistered like she was in her father's 
rich man's hideaway. The maze gives one a rat-like disposition. 

She sat on the bed with the bottle in her ass and drove it especially deep 
up the chute of her ass. Kenny and I were both astounded by her wanton 
behavior. 

Her fingers continued to strum fiercely in and out of her cunt. She pulled 
the lips apart, angry-looking red that they were, and stroked her swollen 
clit meanly. 

She was sucking in air and then gasping with deep breaths. Her low moans 
were throaty and from the pit of her stomach. She knew no restraints in her 
state. 

She was determined to bring herself to a shuddering climax that would once 
and for all assuage her sexy desires. Her orgasm strove to be monumental. 

She kept forcing the bottle up her ass by sitting on the bed and bobbing 
herself up and down. Her fingers rubbed her clit before diving deep into her 
snatch. 

Kenny's cock burned inside my mouth. I sucked mainly on the cock head 
curling my tongue underneath it and pressing it to the roof of my mouth. 

With cheeks sucked in I drew on it hard. Kenny's moans warned me to back 
off-jest I bring his hearty dick to a premature climax. One more spectacle 
awaited us. 

Randy's piercing sigh at the top of her lungs signalled the end of her 
rapturous climax. We watched her eyes roll in her head, and then left her. 

Bolting through the rooms and corridors at a frantic pace, my hand pulling 
his cock the whole time to hasten his pace, we arrived at the proper 
grating. 

As we gazed through this grating, a lewd scene was just about to transpire. 
It involved Mr. and Mrs. Carter, and promised to be the wildest sight yet. 

My cohort and I assumed our position of him standing above me and I knelt 
beside him to suck his cock, both our eyes riveted on the fun to come. 

Mrs. Carter had dressed herself in a seductive outfit. She wore a black 
corset that fit tightly around her waist and bared her ass and tits. 

Her tits hung out above the braless front, her nice nipples swollen to 
ripeness and as inviting as sweet cherries. Her black-haired gash was 
glistening wet. 

To accentuate this garment, Mrs. Carter wore a pair of very high black spike 
heels. A pair of black nylon stockings clung tightly to both her curvous 
legs. 

Mr. Carter's pecker was out of his pants. He had opened the zipper and was 
pulling them down. In one hand he held a small, whip-like cane that was 
black and shiny. 

Kenny and I brimmed with anticipation as to what his father was going to do 
with that whippy cane of his. 

Mrs. Carter didn't look to sure as what to expect herself. Her pretty blue 
eyes were bugging out of her head. 

When he sent that cane whishing through the air, four more eyes bugged out 
of their sockets-mine and Kenny's. 

On hands and knees, Livinia crawled on the bed. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Mrs. Carter stopped crawling when she reached the center of the bed. Then 
she bent her head and arched her back. 

Her ass was raised up very high and both the crack of her ass and the crack 
of her cunt could be clearly seen. 

Her black nylon stockings ended right below the mounds of her firm 
ass-cheeks. The corset ended at the middle of her back. 

Her buttocks were clearly framed by her garments. Her flanks made a perfect 
target for Mr. Carter's well-aimed whip that soon was to crash. I could feel 
that Kenny's cock was very hard in anticipation of the beating to come. Soft 
sighs rushed out from his mouth by my sucking and his gazing. 

When his father completely undressed he went to bed and raised up the whippy 
cane. Mrs. Carter let out a soft whimper and prepared for her ass to be 
beaten. 

Mr. Carter showed her no mercy. He struck her across both buttocks. When the 
cane pulled away a biting red welt remained in its place instantly springing 
up. 

Mrs. Carter let out a muffled groan and her ass-cheeks trembled. She bit 
into the pillow by her head and prepared for the next blow by raising her 
ass higher. 

The second shot of Mr. Carter's cane was even more terrible than the first. 
It seared into her ass like a knife through butter and crisscrossed with the 
other welt. 

Mrs. Carter couldn't help but let out a fearsome howl of pain. Her assmounds 
quivered in place and, unbelievably, she lifted them up higher still. 

It was hard to tell whether she was liking the beating or trying to comply 
with her husband's whim to beat her. The third blow was a particularly 
dastardly attack. 

As it laid across both halves of her lower buttocks, the middle of the cane 
caught a part of her gaping cunt. The pain was awful, and Livinia shrieked 
loudly. 

She begged her husband to take it easy on her. But I could see from the 
rock-hard state of his throbbing cock that Mr. Carter had only begun the 
torture. 

There was nothing for her to do but bury her face in her arms and keep her 
ass raised up in its vulnerable position. I watched two searing blows slice 
into her. 

It was a scathing attack that brought tears to her eyes. In a flash, two 
angry-looking red welts showed themselves directly in the center of her ass. 

I was quite entranced by the spectacle of the mother's beating. My jerking 
hand gripped the cock and I nibbled on the head out of the side of my mouth. 

My eyes were glued on the scene of the beating as were Kenny's. With each 
landing blow of his father's cane I could feel his cock lurch from his 
surging blood. 

Apparently, his mother's whipping was turning him on, instead of off. I 
doubt whether I would have reacted to my mother's beating in exactly the 
same way. 

Especially if it was Mr. Carter who was performing the operation as he was 
now. I still couldn't stand the beast, and I could stand him even less now. 

But the sight of him whipping his slut of a wife did turn me on so. I was 
anxious to see her get everything that she deserved, seeing that she had 
things too good. 

Apparently, Mr. Carter thought she deserved as much of a beating as I did. 
He never stopped tearing into her ass for a second, only delaying to 
intensify the attack. 

He would deliver a more than hearty thwack of the cane right across both 
cheeks and then watch the flesh spasm in place from the memory of the 
painful blow. 

It was a veiy lustful sight particularly if you weren't the victim of the 
attack. It was nice to see her ass flame up from the cane and become beet 
red in color. 

It gave the woman a very seductive appearance. If only all her flesh could 
be made that deep crimson color that would be an effect well worth waiting 
for. 

But Mr. Carter only had it in for her ass. He flailed every inch of it until 
the entire surface was a blazing inferno of red welts and bruises. 

Mrs. Carter withstood every scathing lash though each one caused her great 
pain. At a certain point, the blows became less painful and were easier to 
bear. 

Mr. Carter's blows never got softer, but harder all the time. As they got 
harder Mrs. Carter's pain began to ebb away and be replaced by seething 
pleasure. 

Each crack that landed on her stricken back sent a moan of pleasure rushing 
out of her fevered lips. Her cherry red nipples were hard and swollen, her 
clit bloated. 

Her sensitive clit dangled freely out of her parted cunt lips that had 
flowered open from the hot effect of her beating. She raised her ass very 
high up. 

In this position the whole of her gaping gash was clearly in line with his 
swishing attack. She bared her cunt so that he could whip it-whip it good. 

Each blow of the cane now struck both buttocks and her gaping cunt as well. 
Every inch of her ass was beet red, exactly the color of her flaming snatch. 

The area of her flanks looked like one open cunt. It was hard to tell where 
her ass mounds ended and her dripping snatch began. Every thing was a 
blazing red. 

When she tamed to inspect her husbands face as he whipped her insensible, we 
caught a glimpse of her flushed face. It was lit up like a red bulb! 

Her ass and face glowed with a fiery intensity. She radiated energy, hot 
energy from those two spots. One last blow and Mr. Carter laid down the 
cane. 

Livinia remained on the bed in her prostate position whimpering. Her angry 
red flesh was quivering. Her wet cunt was spewing juice, her nipples fully 
bloated. 

Without greasing his entry, he took his cock and poked the head of it inside 
her brownhole. To my surprise, Mts. Carter beseeched him to impale her 
further. 

I think the whipping had the effect of bringing out her whorish instincts, 
for never had I seen or heard a woman pine to get ass-fucked the way she 
just did. 

He stood up on both feet while gripping her hot cheeks with his hands. Using 
his grip for leverage, he moved his cock head deep inside her teeming tract. 

As he drove into her, she reached two hands behind her and strummed her hot 
gash and his dangling set of balls at the same time. Her breaths were deep 
and short. 

She was quite inflamed from the beating and the brutal ass fucking. Mr. 
Carter long dicked her with his pole, making sure to withdraw totally out of 
her all the time. 

With each stroke that buried his lance bone-deep in her bowels, he followed 
it with a fearsome dislodgement that nearly sucked her intestines right out 
of her. 

It was difficult to tell what was the more searing attack, his awesome 
cock-pokes that split her flesh in two, or his mean withdrawals that pulled 
her guts with it. 

But after the fearful beating he had just administered her flanks, there was 
no exercise too painful for the lusty Livinia. She settled into it in no 
time. 

A few minutes of this kind of hearty ass fucking and she was writhing and 
reacting like a cheap whore. She kept egging him on to fuck her harder, if 
that was possible. 

Her next move was to spread her ass-cheeks wide to give her husband's cock 
full play inside her. He reamed her deep, and poked his pecker every which 
way. 

His gyrations caused her to moan in delight. Each time his cock poked a new 
section of her tract she let out a sigh of sweet resignation and rapturous 
fulfillment. 

There was nothing he could do to her that did not cause her pleasure. Either 
she was used to his brutal bouts of lovemaking or she liked it fast and 
hard. 

He took her by her bleached blonde hair and pulled her body into his 
thrusting cock. 

He reached under and nailed both her tits in his pawing hand and mauled 
them. 

I had never seen such a fucking session in all my life. A man would never 
demand such submission from a common tart, unless he was prepared to pay a 
small fortune. 

He was getting his decadent rocks off at a bargain basement price-from his 
own wife. It was amazing that she had put up with him for so long. Maybe she 
did like it. 

Or maybe she just liked the rewards of being a rich man's wife. But he 
certainly made her pay for it. My mother would never have stood for it, poor 
and all. 

He alternately dipped his cock in her ravaged cunt before re-applying his 
lance into her ripened ass tract. Livinia took each probe that were cannon 
shots. 

The rogue never let up with his long dicking thrusts no matter which hole he 
decided to perforate. Kenny was iron hard, and his pole burned into my 
mouth. 

His poker was bathed in my spit. His cock was the hardest it had been so 
far, which was ample indeed. I did not want him to blow just yet. There was 
more to come. 

Once he had appeased his desires in this double-dicking fashion, budding 
both holes open so that they stretched wide even when his cock dislodged, he 
turned her over. 

She was completely submissive and spread-eagled her legs immediately, 
thinking he was going to fuck her from the front. Nothing could have been 
farther from his mind. 

He went to a drawer and took out leather cords. As Mrs. Carter watched with 
her eyes bugging out, he tied both her wrists to the upper corners of the 
bed. 

Then he raised up her legs and tied both ankles to the top of the backboard, 
right above the angle where her wrists were bound. Her ass was completely in 
view. 

Kenny and I had an excellent vantage point to peruse her stricken loins. 
They were still an angry red color, and blood blisters had formed underneath 
the crossing welts. After she was securely bound in place, his next tack was 
to pick up a long, furry feather and first rub it along her nose and fevered 
face. She began trembling. 

He teased her maniacally with the feather. He tickled her nose with the tip 
of it and then traced invisible lines all along her cheeks and puggish 
features. 

She was helpless to move. I could see his actions were having the desired 
effect upon her. Mrs. Carter was quite aroused. She began to pant and then 
moan. 

He encircled her swollen nipples with the furry tip, gently arousing them 
and sending her clear up the wall. The nipples became engorged and 
threatened. When he had satiated his appetite, the feather began a trek down 
her belly and along her supple waist. When it came to her gaping cunt, he 
paused in his activity. 

Mrs. Carter watched with bulging eyes. Her head strained up which made her 
bonds even tauter, She stared with bated breath as her husband wavered that 
feather. 

Then the furry tip lightly brushed her throbbing clit and she let out a howl 
of delight. She started to spasm instantly, and her cunt lips quivered and 
glistened. 

That first probe had nearly drawn all the juice out of her. But her 
husband's expert touch had prevented her from coming by lifting the feather 
at the proper moment. 

When her spasm passed the feather once again was laid on her clit. This time 
she succumbed to high-pitched squeals of delight in time to his strumming. 

Each brush stroke of the feather painted a picture of her rising passion. 
Her cunt lips twitched uncontrollable, and dew streamed freely out of her 
pink hole. 

He brought the feather against her pussy lips and ever so lightly ran the 
length of it over her hot gash. Mrs. Carter's sighs turned into deep moans. 

He continued along the length of her crack and then made his way to her 
budded assole. He ran the tip of the feather around the muscular ring and 
then inside of it. 

The brown rim of the hole gave way to an inner pink ring that he maniacally 
teased with the furry tip of the feather. Livinia became quite inflamed from 
it. 

She begged her husband to stop teasing her, and to fuck her, but he was more 
concerned with making her crazy and he kept on lightly running the feather 
around the hole. 

Her loins began to quake from uncontrollable spasms that were brought on by 
her husband's gentle teasings. Her cunt was very red, and glistening 
brightly. 

I need not tell you the state of Kenny's cock at this point. He was on the 
verge of coming at any time, should I endeavor to intensify my hot sucking. 

A very slight pull or two with my drawing mouth and his load would burst 
forth. I took my hands off it and just left the very tip of the prick in 
between my lips. 

I kept mouthing it, but very gingerly, noticing that I was timing my lapping 
in rhythm to the way that his father was insanely teasing his poor mother. 

Mrs. Carter was in a highly fevered state of passion. I think she would have 
succumbed to any depravity at this point. She was completely putty in her 
husband's hands. 

He continued to tease the length of her sensitive parts with the brushing 
feather. He enjoyed the twitching of her red lips and ass-hole as he teased 
her inner core. 

Her ass-hole was more than inflamed, it was a burning sheath of flesh. The 
rim of the hole itself had puckered like a pair of lips, though the inside 
was clearly visible. 

In a few more moments she would be a raving lunatic. Her nipples were 
massively bloated and her face was hot and flushed, her eyes rolling in 
their sockets. 

Mr. Carter dropped the feather and prepared to mouth her. He knelt in front 
of her exposed loins and ran the tip of his prick over the crack of her 
cunt. 

Her legs began to tremble in anticipation of penetration. But like 
everything that had preceded it, he was determined to make he wait as long 
as possible. 

He played with her by running his cock head over her quivering quim and then 
mildly poking it about the area of her inflamed ass-hole. But he never 
entered. 

Mrs. Carter's teeth were bared. She looked like a snarling animal, such was 
the extent of her heat. He took his time and rubbed her clit with his cock 
head. 

Just when she had given up hope of his ever fucking her, the cock sneaked 
into her pink hole and drove inside her to the hilt, the balls slapping 
against her ass. 

Her waiting had left her in such a state of passion that the instant his 
cock plunged home she came. She came so fiercely that she seemed to vibrate 
in her bonds. 

As she writhed in position, each one of her delectable spasms sent ripples 
of pleasure pulsing through her husband's embedded cock. It was quite a ride 
for him. 

Her cunt walls gripped and formed around the invader and seemed to snap on 
it and suck it up her. She tried to move into him with the little slack her 
bonds provided. 

Though it was useless to move, she kept trying and her cunt kept on drawing 
on the cock that had finally plugged her. Her orgasm was a never-ending 
wave. 

The slightest bit of sucking at this point would have caused Kenny to erupt. 
I was timing his explosion, and mine, for the moment his old man came. 

They way he plowed into his prone wife I knew that the moment would be upon 
us shortly. I strummed his pecker with the tip in my mouth and fingered my 
own clit. 

Our four eyes were fixed on the scene of his mother being brutally raped by 
his father. We watched him remove his pecker and then bury it up his wife's 
ass. 

The searing entry caused Mrs. Carter's loins to spasm of their own accord. 
More spasms rocked through her body. This time they were throes of pain. 

Once more he enjoyed the ripples of his wife's convulsions as they pulsed 
through his dick. I moaned on Kenny's cock head and strummed the staff hard 
with one hand. 

My other hand stroked my gaping pussy. I was bent on my haunches with my 
legs spread-eagled. I fingered my clit and every once in a while darted two 
fingers up my slit. 

We could see her tract circling the plunging staff. Her pink ring of flesh 
thinly gripped that part of the staff that moved in and out. She was 
powerless to move. 

He could freely fuck both holes whenever he wished. He chose her ass-hole as 
his roost and meanly fucked it. He drove his cock deep with every plunge. 

Then we saw him slowly withdraw the cockhead. The rim of her ass expanded to 
and unreal size to dislodge the cock, and then slowly puckered back to 
shape. 

But like a piece of elastic that has lost its resiliency from broken 
adhesions, the hole did not resume its original size but remained flowered 
open about an inch wide. 

He jerked his cock off onto her gaping cunt and watched his thick gobs of 
sperm paint the red and inflamed area. My mouth pulled, drew and sucked on 
Kenny's pole. 

I deep-throated him and fiercely strummed my clit. I fondled his large sac 
of balls and gently squeezed them and cupped their weight. My head jerked 
back and forth on the head. 

Each time the tip of his prick lodged down my pipe I had to bolt my head to 
dislodge it. The friction afforded him great pleasure and I felt the shaft 
stiffen in my mouth. 

I opened my mouth wide and he worked in and out of by himself. I opened wide 
to admit his cock and then clamped my mouth and lips around it when he 
entered. All the while my fingers would feverishly on my clit. I managed to 
insert four of them while rigorously massaging my hot hard clit with my 
thumb. 

His father's load splashed over every inch of his mother's quivering cunt, 
and then dripped down the crack and deposited itself in the well of her open 
ass-hole. 

The baby batter cooled her stricken parts. As Mr. Carter rubbed the goo 
along the gash and ass-hole with his deflating pecker, she sighed and moaned 
softly. 

I could feel my own waves beginning to build up from the fierce strumming I 
was giving myself. Kenny's plunging cock felt good in my mouth, real good. 

I moaned on his cock as my spasms built up. Running through my head the 
entire time were the three lewd spectacles that Kenny and I had just 
witnessed. 

I saw mother biting a nipple while her two hands worked feverishly in and 
out of her hot holes. And I saw Randy sitting on a bottle that impaled her 
ass. 

I wanted Kenny's come to bathe me. I didn't know where I wanted his white 
hot load to hit me first. I wanted to taste it, but I was afraid I would eat 
it all. 

I wanted to paint my face with it. I wanted some to fall on my tits and 
right onto my hot nipples. Then I wanted some on my angry red gash. 

And if there was still more I wanted the last of his gism to splash onto my 
chunky ass. My ass is very sensitive, just like mom's, and I wanted to feel 
it there. 

As my orgasm got nearer and nearer, and finally hit me like a bolt of 
lightning, I pulled on his cock like a maniac while sucking the head with 
slobbering slurps. 

His first gooey gob ran a track right up my tongue and splashed against the 
back of my throat. I swallowed it down and savored its sweet, unbitter, 
taste. 

I took one more shot in between my lips and scum drooled out of the corners 
of my mouth. I jerked his pole in the direction of my tits and watched the 
come fall on them. 

A heavy spurt landed directly on one red-hot nipple. The sight of it 
dangling there, as well as its cooling feeling upon my inflamed tit meat, 
sent me orgasming. 

I continued jerking his pole over my tits and then sat on the floor with my 
legs spread-eagled. I watched his frothy elixir paint my hot and gaping 
gash. 

His scum fell on my trembling pussy lips and I rubbed some around my 
throbbing clit. Still passionate as ever, I stood up and backed into his 
pumping cock. 

Holding his cock behind me I continued jerking it. The last big gob of come 
fell onto my creamy cheeks. Then it was time to wring out the remainder. 

I squeezed his staff hard and felt more sperm ooze out from the tip and 
stain my ass-cheeks. By this time my heat was finally beginning to 
dissipate. 

I kept pulling on the cock to make sure I had coaxed out the last drop. Then 
I turned around and fell to my knees and cleaned off his pecker in my mouth. 

While I did so I rubbed his sperm into my sensitive parts. I rubbed his nice 
scum into my big tits and then mashed the scum along my pussy lips. 

When that was done I put both hands behind me, his cock still firmly in my 
mouth, and massaged my hot flanks with the gobs of come that fallen upon 
them. 

When I was finished there was not a drop of sperm to be had anywhere. Either 
it had been absorbed by my mouth or body. 

I was quite radiant, and so was Kenny. As a matter-of-fact, there wasn't a 
person in the house who wasn't glowing. 

But only he and I had seen everything that had come down. I had a partner in 
crime who liked the same things I did. 

I think I'm in love with Kenny. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

It's just one show after another in this sexy funhouse. Me and Kenny are 
constantly turned on by what goes on. 

Not only do the Carter's like their sex hot and heavy, there never get 
enough of it. It's a dream come true. 

Ever since I used to watch mother fuck, I would masturbate while watching 
her. Now I can suck off a cock too. 

I tell ya, I'm really getting into Kenny as a person. On top of all his 
charms, he's a good person too. He gives me money any time I ask for it, 
which is a lot. 

Once I saw that he was more than willing to give me it, I never stopped 
asking. I must owe him something like five hundred dollars already, whew! 

As long as he doesn't care, I sure don't. He gives me about fifty dollars a 
week. It could be more but I don't want to take full advantage of him just 
yet. 

But for the first time in my life I can afford to buy all the clothes I 
like. And so can mother. It's the best job that we have ever had, without a 
doubt. 

I tried fucking Kenny once, but it was just impossible. I became frantic 
trying to stick his thing in any one of my holes, but it just wouldn't fit. 

Knowing that his cock was so big that I couldn't even get it in me made me 
hotter still. I sucked on it from tip to stem and had to deep-throat it. 

Don't get me wrong, I just love to mouth his giant snake of a cock any 
chance I get. But if I don't get his cock in me I don't know what I'm going 
to do. 

If I wanted to get fucked there's one person who I know is just dying to get 
my ass on his hands. And I don't have to tell you who that is, do I? 

That Mr. Carter, what a horny beast. You should see the way he treats his 
wife. If she wasn't such a cheap whore and could do no better than him she'd 
surely leave. 

She doesn't love the guy, anyone could see that. Even the children. That's 
why they're a little bit eccentric. Lack of love, and all that. Not at all 
like me. 

Me and mother didn't have much but at least she loves me. We've had plenty 
of good times, and bad ones, too, but at least we were always together. 

I think he nailed mother already. I don't know how he did it without me and 
Kenny being the wiser, but I'm sure of it. Mother's strangely quiet about 
it. 

She's finding out about the house. But being that she's not as close to the 
kids who know it better than anyone, I know the mazes much better than her. 

Sometimes I watch Kenny whack off too. I found a hidden corridor that leads 
directly to his room. I can see everything he does from his ceiling. He 
can't see me. 

It's amazing how much sperm the boy has. I guess big dicks make for big 
appetites. I give him at least two suck jobs a day, and he still jerks off 
at least once. 

And forget about Randy. She does nothing but masturbate the entire day long. 
She reminds me of me at that age, but at least I gave up and fucked 
somebody. 

I don't care how many times you jerk off. it's just not the same as being 
fucked. There's nothing like the feel of a rock hard hot cock poking into 
you. 

It feels like your whole life you had been waiting for this moment-without 
even knowing it. You keep moving in life looking for a cock without even 
knowing it. 

I got to get Kenny to fuck me, no matter how much it hurts. His cock is so 
beautiful, just the sight of it drives me crazy. I've sucked it enough! 

But he's such a nice kid he's afraid of hurting me. Once he drew blood and 
no matter what I say know he just won't do it. It makes me want him even 
more. 

Kenny's really a lot different than his father. I always think that it is 
the size of his cock that gives him a different personality than his hoary 
old man. 

I think that the size of his cock is a characteristic that shows in his 
personality. He confided in me once that he always thought to himself that 
he was a freak. 

But then when I came to the house, he said that he then changed the way he 
felt about himself. I was real glad to hear that, real glad. I had made a 
difference. 

Oh Kenny, I do yearn to fuck you so. Please, don't worry about hurting me 
with your big thing. I won't mind, honest. Just put it in me, as far as it 
will go. 

The other day Kenny went out with his father. I was left by myself to spend 
the rest of the day alone. I figured this was as good a chance as any to get 
to know Randy. 

But first I snuck up to the attic to see what she was doing in her room. 
Just my luck I was catching her jerk off. I took off my panties and settled 
down to watch. 

I spread my legs wide and was just about to settle into a good old time of 
strumming my clit while I watched her fiddle with her ass-hole when an idea 
hit me. 

Why not enjoy myself with Randy? Instead of fingering myself, she could 
finger me and I could do the same for her. I sounded like a really great 
idea. 

But I knew the snotty little bitch wouldn't go for it unless I caught her at 
the right time. First, I would let her work herself up to a fever pitch. 

I watched her get undressed. Then she rubbed herself with her hands over the 
entire length of her body. Her hands rested on her chest and cupped her 
titties. 

Those big nipples of hers looked more inviting than ever. I was dying to get 
my hot mouth on them and give them a good working over with my tongue. 

If I could ever get my mouth on them I'd drive her wild with my flicking 
tongue. She's give in once she found out how good it felt to have your tits 
sucked. 

Suddenly she fell to her knees and reached her hands underneath her bed as 
if she was looking for something. She dragged out a pair of her mother's 
high heels. 

They were the spiked black ones. And even though they were much too big for 
her she looked positively darling in them just the same. They showed off her 
curves. 

The heels high designs arched her foot in a sensuous curve and propped up 
her ass. Her tailbone was raised up and the curves of her legs were more 
clearly defined. 

She took her bottle and then sat on the bed. She lifted up her legs so that 
the heels of the shoes dug into the mattress. Her cunt was gaping open. 

She took the rounded end of the bottle and gently caressed her hot cunt lips 
with it. As she kept up her work the lips began to twitch and she moaned in 
heat. 

She brought the end of the bottle up to her clit. She worked it around the 
throbbing nub and then started to gasp. Her head fell back on the bed with a 
thud. 

Her heels dug into the bed and kept her pussy parted wide open. She strummed 
her clit with the bottle end and then started to probe it up her pink hole. 

This was my chance. If I hurried I could burst in on her just while her 
homemade dildo was about to make its way inside of her. But her door had to 
be open. 

I had no idea what to expect. If her door was closed my lusty affair was 
nipped in the bud. Even if it was open I had my work cut out for me. 

I had no doubt that upon seeing me, Randy would, squeal like a murderess had 
just announced her presence. I expected nothing but trouble from the prudish 
bitch. 

I felt the doorknob to her room and rejoiced when it turned in my hand. The 
lusty nymphet had forgotten to lock it so anxious she was to jerk off. 

I pushed the door all the way open and found her writhing on the bed just as 
I had seen her from up above. The bottle had made its way all the way inside 
her. 

She was so into herself that she did not notice my entrance. I slammed the 
door closed. She looked up just in time to see me lock it. I began 
undressing. 

"Missy, what is this? What the heck do you think you're doing? 

"Relax Randy, it's okay. We're just gonna have some fun. That's all." 

I was peeling off my clothes one by one. First I took off my skirt and bared 
my cunt. Then I removed my blouse and cupped my nice big tits for her to 
see. 

She was still acting like the little prude she was. but watching my tits. 

"Missy, if you don't get out of here this instant, I'm going to report you." 

"And what are you going to tell your father? You were jerking off?" 

No matter what she said to me I kept making my way forward until I was on 
top of her. Despite all her urgings for me to stop, she never once removed 
her bottle. 

I fell on the bed next to her rubbing my tits all the while. I bulged out my 
nipples with my squeezing hands as they rose to attention. She kept staring 
at them. 

While she pumped herself with the dildo, I kept my tits cupped and placed 
each nipple into her sucking mouth one at a time. I could tell the action 
inflamed. 

While she hungrily sucked my tits like a newborn babe, I reached my hand 
down to her gash and stroked the lips and clit. She moaned through her 
sucking mouth. 

Things had gone much easier than I had anticipated. She had succumbed 
relatively easy. Perhaps she had some of her mother's lustiness bottled up 
inside her. 

And to think, I was the one unleashing it, like a genie being let out of a 
bottle. I fingered her clit by rolling it like it was a ball bearing dipped 
in grease. 

She moaned ecstatically and spread her legs wider apart. The base of the 
bottle slammed into her wet cunt lips as the dildo-like head plunged deep 
inside her. 

I took my tits out of her mouth and replaced them with my lips. Our , mouths 
touched and our tongues swished together. She kissed me back hard. 

I felt her melt in my arms and knew now that I had her dead to rights. I was 
aiming to suck on those nipples of hers. I could feel them swelling up with 
blood. 

I fingered them with my long, red fingernails. I tweaked and scratched them 
and felt her writhe and then she moaned. I cupped the whole tit and squeezed 
it. 

She became more passionate and pressed her mouth hard against mine. She 
sucked my tongue between her lips and drew back and forth. I kneaded her 
tits like dough. I could feel that the nipples were getting very hard. I 
pulled my mouth of hers and went to work on them with my lips. I kissed both 
of them one at a time. 

She gushed with excitement when she felt my tongue wet lash those nips of 
hers. She arched her back and lifted her ass off the bed while driving the 
dildo hard into her. 

As I mouthed both nipples I played with her gash with my free hand. I placed 
my probing finger directly onto her throbbing clit and strummed like mad. 

As her breaths became heavier she increased her motions and I increased 
mine. When her sighs became high-pitched I knew she was coming and clamped 
my mouth on hers. 

I choked off her cry of orgasm just as it was rising up from the pit of her 
stomach. I wrang the last of her spasms out of her with my vigorously 
stroking digit on her clit. 

The bottle plopped out of her gaping hole and juices streamed down her legs 
and onto the bed covers. She was still breathing hard and I watched her tits 
rise and fall. 

Now that she had come I saw the nipples go down like deflating balloons. As 
time went on they lost their hardened texture and became dried up and 
puckered. 

I kissed them both and then my wet tongue began a trek down the curve of her 
belly. I took the come-stained rounded head of the bottle and tasted her dew 
in my mouth. 

It was a sweet tasting elixir, much like her brother's. I wondered if Mrs. 
Carter had the same sweet-smelling dew and luscious taste to hers. I yearned 
to try. 

But right now Randy was all mine. I had loosened her up with one orgasm and 
now I prepared to expertly suck out her cunt and wring another orgasm out of 
her. 

As my tongue made its way past her belly she began to moan for me to stop. I 
knew that this was mere ruse to save her self-respect and kept on licking my 
way down. 

I paused at the hairless rim of her cunt and inspected it. The lips were red 
and brimming with juice. Her clit was still aroused and protruding from the 
lips. 

I worked my tongue all around the sensitive area of her clit without once 
laying a blessed stroke upon it. She became hot with anticipation and raised 
up her ass. 

She had just blown a monumental load just minutes before and already she was 
pining for another blow. Either Randy wasn't a prude, or I had caught her 
off guard. 

Catching her with her pants down, it was hard for her to resist my fiery 
advances. Especially when I had timed my entrance at just the right moment. 

Knowing the house as well as I did in the short time that I had been there 
was surely an advantage. I knew that as time went on I would get even better 
at it. 

I would be able to know what was going on at any part of the house and be 
there in seconds flat. Finally, my tongue lashed at her clit and I heard 
Randy gasp. 

Once I had elicited from her a response like that, it was impossible for me 
to contain my own lust any longer. I flicked at her clit wildly. 

Her moans became louder and louder until I feared that her sexy sighing 
could be heard outside the door. There was only one thing that could hush 
her up. 

I continued mouthing her clit and straddled her face with my legs. My 
luscious ass mounds stared her directly in the face and I defied her to 
resist their charm. 

Soon as I was in position, I could feel her hands clasp my chunky buttocks. 
She pulled them down toward her face and smothered herself in my gaping 
gash. 

This time I let out a howl of pleasure as I felt her tongue probe up my 
chute and wriggle itself around inside. I stopped mouthing her to 
concentrate on her sucking. 

I don't know where the little urchin had learned to suck a gash like she did 
mine, but she was sure good at it. Better than me in fact. She really got 
into it. 

"Oh, Randy, you're really sucking out my gash. Oh, oh, oh God ... " 

She eased her tongue into long, lapping swipes that completely encompassed 
my gash from clit to hole. I could feel her hot fingers kneading my sweet 
ass buns. I couldn't help but sway my head from side to side from the 
delectable swoon her loving mouth had me captured in. I was a hot panther, 
and writhing like a whore. 

I felt my heavy tits in both hands and squeezed them while tweaking the 
nipples hard. I slightly bobbed my cunt up and down on her face and gyrated 
my ass. 

My lips were pursed and my face was contorted in an expression that looked 
like pain. But it wasn't pain that had gripped me, but a wonderful rapturous 
pleasure. 

"Suck my cunt, you whore. Suck it out. Suck it good. Ahhhhhhh ... " 

I felt her tongue start at my clit and twiddle it for a long moment. Then 
the flat part of her tongue made its way along the trace of my wet cunt 
lips. 

When it got to my pink hole, her tongue darted up it and continued there for 
two or three long strokes. Then my mind snapped when she tongued my 
ass-hole. 

A low, throaty moan of sensuous delight rushed out of my mouth and I bobbed 
my ass into her loving tongue. I felt the tip probe up my teeming brown 
chute. 

Now I was a lust-driven vixen. I swayed my head downward, moaning all the 
while, and when I came upon her cunt I snatched the hot clit between my 
lips. 

I sucked it frantically in and out of my mouth while my tongue flicked like 
mad all over it. I felt her tongue bury itself up my hot ass tract. 

I rubbed my throbbing clit against her chin. I could feel her face getting 
drenched with the dew that ran out of my love box. A succession of spasms 
overtook me. 

All the while I came I never stopped for a second my own hot mouthing of her 
cunt. As I succumbed to a thunderous orgasm, she too evaporated into the 
air. 

As her come poured out I lapped it up with my straining tongue. I drank down 
all her juice then poked my tongue up her pink hole to clean it out totally. 

I felt her tongue lashing all along my juicy cunt lips and eating down all 
my own steamy dew. When I was completely dry I expected her to stop, but she 
didn't. 

Instead, she kept on lapping. I began to groan from her work. I was 
surprised enough that she had ate me out, but I had never expected her to 
really get into it. 

She was in love with my ass and cunt and wouldn't let go of it with her 
mouth. She licked every square inch of my sensitive parts until my loins 
were boiling. 

Her first move would be to mouth out my ass-hole. She licked the tract as 
clean as whistle all the while driving me completely mad in the process. 

She had my eyes rolling in their sockets every time she plunged her 
wriggling tongue especially deep up my chute. I was mad with passion, my 
nipples rock hard. 

I brusquely played with them, imagining how Mr. Carter would roguishly 
handle them if he were present right now. Suddenly, the idea of him wasn't 
so repellent. 

I could imagine him snapping his sharp teeth right down on the meat of my 
bloated nipples and meanly biting them. For some reason, it turned me on. 

I tweaked my nipples very hard. I felt her tongue leave my ass-hole and 
plunge deep inside my pink hole. The new penetration made me gasp in 
excitement. 

She grabbed my ass globes very hard and pulled my cunt down on her face. All 
her features were nuzzled into my cunt meat as she lapped the hole heartily. 

I had not expected to be so inflamed by the girl. I figured, at best, that I 
would be the leader in the bout of love. But that was simply not the case. 

The girl had rested from me the dominant role. And I was so filled with 
passion that I was more than willing to let her have at my gash to her fill. 

I kept moaning over and over again. Now it was my sighs that we had to fear 
might prick up someone's ears. Her face literally engulfed my cunt. 

Her lips had clamped onto my clit and sucked it in and out of her mouth. As 
she did this her lips held the nub in place so that her tongue could flick 
all over it. 

She was practically lifting me off the bed with her hot sucking. Her nose 
dug into my pink hole parting the lips. Her hands forced my ass, and cunt, 
into her. 

As she lifted my knees off the bed, my face flushed and my mouth letting out 
little squeals of passion, her face buried all the more into my gaping gash. 

She was so determined in her lovemaking that she managed to turn me on my 
side, and then wrest me onto my back where she then mounted on top of me. 

I clutched her ass and split her ass-cheeks wide and then snapped them open 
and closed. I budded open her ass-hole and snatch hole by doing this. 

She picked up my legs and forced them all the way back. This position gave 
her full access to both my holes and she ate both of them at will. 

I held onto her firm globes and pulled her cunt to my face. My tongue 
twiddled her clit before roving the length of her crack and darting up her 
pink hole. 

When my tongue entered into her she bobbed her ass up and down on my face. I 
kept my tongue stiff and taut so as to make it feel like solid protuberance. 

She kept her hands around my knees so that my cunt continued to be stretched 
wide apart. As she rode my tongue her own hot-mouthed every inch of my 
sensitive parts. 

She began at the ass-hole, probing the tip of it along the inner pink lips 
of the budded open brown hole, and then moved it along my wet cunt. 

Her tongue darted into it once, twice three times, until I was just about to 
blow with one more thrust, and then she swallowed my clit between her lips. 

I let out a moan of passion that was much more like an animal-like grunt. I 
forced my legs open wider still and jutted my sweet ass up off the bed. 

She could tip my cunt into her face by applying pressure with her hands that 
had gripped my knees to keep my legs firmly in place and my holes bared. 

In this fashion, with my tongue buried up her cunt, she lapped my clit, 
darted up my pink hole, and then forced the length of her tongue up my brown 
chute. 

I was riveted in position and forced to take the full brunt of her seething 
attack of pleasure. I was so thrilled and lust driven I began to moan and 
spasm. 

I was past the point of coming. It was more like I had succumbed to one long 
orgasm that remained buried in my flesh and bones and continued to rack me 
with pleasure. 

My three most sensitive parts were there for her to run her tongue over 
each. And she did, over every inch of their tender areas, until each of them 
began to palpitate. 

I could feel the inner pink membranes of my aroused ass-hole twitching from 
seething spasms of pleasure. My cunt opened and closed of its own accord. 

My clit was a vibrating nub of delight that did nothing but send my fever to 
an absolute zenith. All three of those parts were sizzling with intense 
pleasure. 

And my lover continued to lay one long, wet stroke of her lashing tongue 
after another upon all three of them until I was mad with lust and 
completely inflamed. 

I mouthed her holes exactly the same way that she was loving mine. I stuck 
my tongue far up her brown chute and reamed it clean as a whistle. 

Then I darted my tongue equally as far up her pink slit and wriggled around 
like mad making sure that I fired up the meat to an angry red color. 

I clamped my lips around her clit and sucked it like I was a milk pump. 
Except my goal was to pump from her every last drop of her luscious love 
dew. 

I felt the whole area of my fevered loins begin to convulse of their own 
accord. The spasm that was hitting was immense, like an electrical tidal 
wave. 

Not once did that little nymph stop her crazy mouthing of me. My eyes were 
stuck in my forehead, and my tongue up her ass, when my rocketing orgasm 
hit. 

The expression froze on my face. I pulled her cunt closer and sucked down 
her juice as she too came from my work. 

A stream of cunt juice flowed from me and doused my cunt and ass-hole that 
Randy lovingly lapped up. 

And that's when I learned that Randy was as horny as me. 

High class or not. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

I was quite sure that mother had been nailed by Mr. Carter. Frankly, I don't 
see how they could've done it without my spotting them. 

Not only did Kenny and I know every inch of the house, but after my 
experience with Randy she began to come along with us. 

Actually, I was getting in the habit of taking off with either one of them, 
but not the both of them at the same time. 

Whoever I went with I wanted their full attention. I didn't want to compete 
with Kenny for Randy and vice-versa. It was my show. I had invented it. 

Not only was I sure that mom and Mr. Carter had fucked, though I couldn't 
prove it, but mother's lusty ways were beginning to get the better of her 
now. 

It was getting to be a real madhouse where sex was concerned. Everyone, and 
I mean everyone, was doing nothing but fucking and jerking off all day. 

If it wasn't I, Kenny, or Randy whacking off somewhere alone, we were doing 
it together. Mother jerked off two, and the Carter's kept fucking like 
demented chimps. 

Mr. Carter nailed his wife in every conceivable position. He fucked her on 
the kitchen table, as well as hanging off it, and in both of her hot holes. 

He fucked her in the master bedroom with her tits hanging out the window, 
she yelling into the barren courtyard down below that he was fucking her up 
the ass. 

I'm quite sure that Mr. Carter had a lot of action going on the side. He was 
away a lot. And as far as I could see, he was decadently rich and did not 
own a business. 

So where he went during the day was anybody's guess. Why I figured that he 
and mom had already gotten down was because some days she left with him to 
go out. 

It was during the day and Mrs. Carter had already left to go shopping. 
Mother took off in the car with Mr. Carter and didn't return home till five 
minutes before five. 

Five o'clock was usually the time that Livinia came back from shopping, her 
arms filled to the brim with the latest styles and fashions for Brent's 
pleasure. 

Me and Randy were skulking the nooks and crannies one day looking for some 
action and what do you think we see. Why, mom has hold of Kenny's prick! 

I'm really stunned by her brazenness. I know she's a lusty gal but I didn't 
think she would go so far as to maybe loose her job. Suppose someone saw 
her. 

Kenny had seen her come many times. He had seen every inch of her body 
though mother didn't know it. That's why he didn't give in when she advanced 
on him. 

"Why you brazen little boy. You're not the least bit shocked." 

"Why should I be Mrs. Clark. I see you nude all the time." 

"Why, what do you mean, Kenny, you see me naked all the time." 

And while mother quizzed him, and Kenny spilt the beans about our 
eavesdropping, mom kept stroking his cock, obviously delighted at its 
mammoth size. 

I was hurt. I wanted that cock for me and now mother was stealing right out 
from under me. I knew Kenny would fall in love with her once he put it in. 

Her cunt was so big that it would fit his cock perfectly. And then when 
mother did all her tricks on him like squeezing his cock with her walls, I 
was done for. 

Why, I couldn't even fit Kenny's cock up my hole, much less snap on it with 
loving pulls that mother's gash could engineer. I watched that cock grow in 
her hand. 

Randy was very excited from watching her brother's big cock harden from 
mother's pulling paw. I doubt whether she had ever seen her brother's big 
cock before. 

And mom was really letting him have. She had hold of the foreskin with one 
hand and snapped it up and down on his cock from tip to stem. 

All the while she stroked him she got him to tell her everything about the 
way we had been eavesdropping on everyone in the house, including her. 

She was an expert at cajoling a man, and boys were even easier, by fondling 
his prick and teasing the truth out of them. Kenny was putty in her hands. 

As they talked and she stroked his cock got bigger and finally that foreskin 
of his became taut and it was impossible to strum the pecker. Mom's face was 
flushed. 

She was obviously in love with the size of the monstrous pecker. She pawed 
it in both hands and felt its firmness. She played with the cock head with 
loving fingers. 

Before taking it into her mouth, she began to undress. I could see Kenny's 
cock lurch in anticipation of getting a look at her massive boobs close up. 

To Kenny, getting down with my mother was a perfectly natural event. He had 
seen her writhe in orgasm many times before and had imagined himself her 
lover. 

Instead of it being a dream come true, it was more of an inevitable event. 
He knew it, and it was just a matter of time in his mind that my mother 
would know it too. 

That's why he had not been taken aback by my mother's sexual advance. And 
the fact that he was more than ready to fuck her made mother quite inflamed. 

His lewdness inspired her to new heights. She removed her skirt in a flash 
and then prepared to lift off her blouse. Then she stood there with just a 
bra on. 

My mother standing there with those humungous tits of hers and a huge cock 
in her hand is quite an awe-inspiring sight. I felt Randy's hands on my 
tits. 

I let her play with them as my eyes and Kenny's fastened on my mother's 
hands fumbling to remove her bra. The latch unhooked and then her mountains 
of flesh spilled out. 

Each mountain was topped with a silver dollar-sized red hub. Those nipples 
were rising up in anticipation of the fun to come. Kenny's cock was bone 
hard. 

With her bra off mother sat on the bed and pulled Kenny closer by tugging on 
his big boner. She put it inside her cleavage and it became lost in her 
folds of flesh. 

She mashed both her globes around it and savored the feel of his hot scepter 
melting her. Her tits formed around it and then she bobbed them up and down. 

In the center between them was his rock hard cock. She literally jerked off 
his pecker with her big bobs. Then she bared the cock head and thrust her 
mouth upon it. 

By this time I could feel Randy's hands working inside my bra and her pelvis 
was grinding its way into my ass. I reached behind me and felt for her 
crotch. 

When I touched her poontang she took her hands off my tits, whose nipples 
her fondlings had bloated to stiffness, and pulled down my wet panties all 
the way. 

I felt her finger find my clit and then her free hand went back to my hot 
tits. I let out a hot gasp as my eyes followed my mother's crazy lapping 
tongue. 

She had moved her tits totally off his tool and was hot mouthing the whole 
thing. Her next move was to deep throat it expecting the boy to flip his 
gourd. 

But Kenny had been through the maneuver with me many times before. As mother 
gobbled down his cock to the root, he merely grabbed her ears and held her 
head in place. 

With his cock buried in her throat, her lips looked like those of a fish as 
they encircled and kissed the blood-gorged base of his long cock. 

Mother had figured that her charming swallowing would certainly inflame the 
boy no end. Instead he took to it like a duck to water working it in and out 
of her mouth. 

Mother could not believe his calm indifference to her crazy sucking. Her 
tongue lashed all over it, from top to bottom, as he jerked the cock head 
out from her throat. 

It was hot sight to watch mother sitting there on the bed taking all of his 
big dick deep in her mouth with her legs spread open and her big tits 
jiggling. 

As Kenny mouth fucked her, he couldn't resist laying both hands on her 
fleshy. globes and reveling in their size and form. They were perfect bulbs 
that jutted straight out. 

They did not hand from their fearsome weight as do some pairs of jugs that 
are of that size and proportions. Mother's jugs were perfectly formed 
nodules. 

As the nipples rose up to their limit from the boy's hot fondling, mother's 
long sucking from tip to base increased to an unbelievable intensity. 

I'm sure that she was convinced that she was introducing the boy to sex. It 
was turning her on to think that she was raping this young babe for the 
first time. 

The way she hungrily snapped her mouth down on his cock and endeavored to 
swallow it down her throat made me believe that she was, indeed, raping him. 

Her lust was beyond her control. That huge cock perforating her throat and 
filling her mouth to the brim was making her seethe with a fiery passion. 

I saw mother go down on plenty of cock in her day, but never with the fervor 
that she gobbled down Kenny's hard pole. I thought she would draw come right 
then. 

But then her lapping tongue let up and with a big hearty sucking motion of 
her cheeks and bps, she slowly, reluctantly, withdrew the snake from her 
mouth. 

With a big wet plop the cock head extricated itself and then the staff waved 
up and down a long moment from the effect of her mouth's loving suction. 

Her dark eyes were little points that literally drank in the sight of the 
long, wet fat monster. Now the good part was to come. She prepared to be 
fucked. 

She laid down on the bed with a smile that stretched ear to ear. She spread 
her legs wide and played with the web-like folds of her pink cunt meat. 

Kenny's eyes nearly popped out of his head from the way mother mauled her 
sensitive opening. She feverishly fingered the clit with one long, sharp 
fingernail. 

She expanded and contracted her huge pink hole as if to beckon him to place 
his cock inside her. That gaping hole of hers seemed to wink at him. 

Her magnificent bulbs stood straight out from her body though she was laying 
on her back. Their firm meat never stopped amazing me the way they stood 
out. 

Kenny's cock gorged to its zenith from the spectacle of my mother writhing 
on his bed like a cheap whore. And a beautiful whore at that, who was all 
his. 

She raised that luscious ass of hers and writhed her cunt in his face. She 
practically snapped it at him, working him up to a state of lust he had 
never known. 

As Kenny made his way on hands and knees along the bed and prepared to mount 
her, my own passion took root and I found myself whipping all my clothes 
off. 

I was thrilled to find that Randy had already striped herself naked and was 
rubbing her hot body against mine. Those big nipples of hers were rising up. 

Mother took the boy's cock in her loving paw and directed it into her cunt. 
The cock head lost itself in the massive folds of cunt meat surrounding it. 

Then, like it had latched onto a sucking pump, mother pulled that cock into 
her and buried the whole thing inside of her clear up to the balls. 

Both hands clasped his large sac of balls and pressed it against her wet 
cunt lips. You could tell the way the boy reacted that her cunt was snapping 
on his cock. 

He wanted to fuck her badly and was desperate to work his cock in and out of 
her but mother's slit had a death grip on it. She writhed through a huge 
orgasm. 

As soon as his cock had lodged itself firmly inside her, her loins were 
overcome with a searing wave of passion that nearly had the effect of 
wrenching off his cock. 

He tried to ride the wave as best he could, but mother's snapping gash 
formed and gripped around his cock like a bear trap and wrung every last 
drop of pleasure out of him. 

She held his cock inside herself a full minute as one spasm after another 
pulsed through and pulled, pumped and jerked on every inch of his mammoth 
manmeat. 

His magnificent member had her inflamed, and orgasm after orgasm pulsed 
through her loins. She wrung herself out on his dick, designing her insides 
to fit it perfectly. 

Her long, curvaceous legs formed around his back. Those marvelous ass-cheeks 
of her surrounded his waist and the poor boy's body was nearly lost from 
view. 

Then just as quickly as mother's cunt had sucked that thing inside of her, 
she let it go with her cunt muscles and literally forced it out of herself. 

Without the boy having to exert any force of his own, his dick came out of 
her vise of a cunt and then she latched onto it with both of her hands. 

She moved up and once more buried his tool, this time stained with her own 
come, deep into her mouth. In a second, the cock head pierced the gap of her 
throat. 

Her lips kissed the base of his staff and she cleaned him of her steamy dew. 
That tongue of hers encircled every inch of the staff and whisked it clean. 

If I knew mother, she was determined to experience that monster of the young 
boy's in every one of her holes. One way or another it was destined for her 
ass. 

She drew it out of her mouth with that long sucking motion and when the tip 
flew out she nuzzled his whole thing into the cleavage of her massive 
breasts. 

As she strummed her globes up and down its sides, her quick tongue flicked 
out and teased the bloated cock head. If she didn't watch it, Kenny would 
come. 

I had hold of that cock plenty of times before to know what it took to blows 
Kenny's load. But mother's passion was such that she couldn't resist 
fondling it. 

If Kenny were to come, that would be the end of the show, and Randy and I 
would have to wait for another day to see her brother's cock take root up my 
mother's ass. 

I prayed that mother wouldn't get too worked up and suck down his come 
prematurely. I knew she was dying to taste his sperm. But I knew her ass was 
hungry too. 

There was no way she was not going to try that pole up her ass. I had seen 
her take many a prodigious staff up that chute, as mother was fond of large 
cocks. 

That's why she had a penchant for black men. Besides loving the taste of 
black cock and always wanting to suck it, she was truly fond of their 
massive sizes. 

Sometimes this got her into trouble. I remember one dude who had beaten and 
raped her. He had a huge pole. It was big and black and mother went crazy at 
its sight. 

But the dude was into beating her and by the time he was done mother was a 
mass of bruises. Then he fucked her like mad, and she loved every minute of 
it. 

The whole time I watched her get beat up. For some reason it turned me on, 
and her too. Though for days she could hardly walk from the way he had 
brutally fucked her. 

Now mother was doing a little raping of her own. No matter where the boy 
ventured on top of the bed, mother's hands clasped firmly to his blood 
gorged pecker. 

There was one place she was going to put it if she had to yank that dick off 
him and place it up there herself. She held on to it and turned over. 

One hand firmly held his cock while on hands and knees she took her other 
hand and spread open an ass-cheek. I could see the hole palpitating in 
anticipation. 

Kenny was powerless to resist. She was twice his size, it seemed, and nearly 
twice as strong. She gave the impression she would wrench off his tool if he 
didn't cooperate. 

So he cooperated. He let her poke the tip of his cock head into her teeming 
canal and watched her membranes suck up inside her the rest of his ample 
pole 

The tight confines of her ass tract gripped and formed around his pole and 
drew it inside her. By the time she was finished, his feet were dangling 
above the bed. 

Her ass mounds were so meaty and chunky, that by the time his cock was 
buried in her roost, he had to sit on her, ass to ass, in order to keep his 
balance. 

The proportion of one to the other was as if mother was fucking a beloved 
dog. To pump into her he had to lift off his ass, and hers, and plow home. 

Each time he waylaid her like that, mother let put a little pig-like squeal 
of delight. She kept cursing at him and telling him to fuck her harder, or 
else. 

She called him everything under the sun to get him riled up enough to pump 
real hard in and out of her ass-hole. She even said he had a puny dick. 

That was, of course, ridiculous. Mother's ass was a veteran tract that had 
had many humungous poles thrust inside it. Even know the rim was contorted 
out of shape. 

Kenny's cock must be as wide as a baseball around. The cock head alone is 
enough to send women screaming in excruciating pain as it bangs against 
something inside of them. 

But mother's lusty tract could take it easily. Only thing was that Kenny 
could not plant his feet firmly on the bed so as to plow into her with 
everything he hand. 

By sitting atop her ass he could bob himself up and down and work his cock 
in and out a few inches. Mother's tract kept on pulling the cock into her. 

I kept backing my sweet ass into Randy's snatch and could feel my mounds 
become wet with her streaming dew. Her finger was running real fast in and 
out my own gash. 

I rode her finger and ground my ass into her cunt while I watched mother's 
ass-hole engulf Kenny's big pecker. Randy pinched one of my nipples with her 
fingers. 

There was only one way mother was going to be able to pump that tool inside 
her. She had to change positions so that she sat on top of the cock. 

She ordered the boy to lay face down on her back, and with her ass-hole 
holding onto his cock with a great suction, she flipped her and the boy 
totally over. 

As soon as he was positioned on his back, she lifted her full weight off him 
and straddled his thighs. His cock was still firmly embedded up her ass. 

She raised her self up on her feet and Randy and I could see the blood 
gorged staff that was wet with her pudding. The cock head was still inside. 

Using her strong legs to pump her, mother rode that cock sheathing it deep 
up her bowels and mashing her ass on top of the boy's balls. She cupped her 
tits too. 

As she pumped her self up and down on that magnificent instrument, getting 
the full flavor of its power as it bore home, she tweaked her nipples very 
hard. 

She took one humungous tit and pushed it up so that she could tease a nipple 
with her straining tongue. Her free hand worked feverishly on her gash. 

She fingered the clit with one, long and scratching fingernail and then 
drove three, sometimes four, fast racing fingers in and out of her pink 
slice. 

All the while she jumped up and down on the boy's cock enjoying the feeling 
when a hearty thrust drove his bulbous cock head especially deep inside her. 

Randy was very inflamed from the lewd spectacle of her brother's cock being 
engulfed by my mother's teeming ass tract. She strummed my clit very hard. 

I wanted to turn about and do the same for her but I dare not take my eyes 
off the scene that was unfolding right in front of them. My nipples were 
very hard. 

I reached behind me and latched onto Randy's ass cheeks with my hands and 
pulled her cunt closer into my ass. She kept fingering me and playing with 
my tits. 

Mother laid back on top of the boy and smothered him with her weight. If her 
raping tactics had formerly been less obvious, they were now clearly 
exhibited. 

There was no way that the boy could withstand her fearful weight and enjoy 
himself at the same time, though his cock had not lost a solitary inch 
inside of her. 

Mother snapped her ass-hole around his dick and played with her tits and 
cunt while she did so. Randy and I had a clear view of everything. 

We could see Kenny's cock enter and withdraw from mother's flaming ass. And 
we could see her feverish pawings of her own bloated clit and gaping cunt. 

She smashed four fingers inside of her cunt with such force that splashes of 
her love dew painted the boy's heavy sac of balls. There was a nipple in her 
mouth again. 

Though he was in obvious discomfort, Kenny was quite passionate from 
mother's steady lovemaking. His cock was hard as ever, and bigger than I had 
ever seen it. 

It was a marvel to watch the rim of her ass-hole make its sucking way up and 
down his engorged pole. It was sheathed, and then released to the rim of the 
head. 

But the cock head would never clearly show itself outside of mother's hole. 
She kept that baseball-like thing firmly inside of her at all times. 

She sat up and began to move in a circular motion atop his dick. Soon she 
had turned completely around and Randy and I viewed her lovely ass. 

The cheeks red-red from having slapped against the boy's flesh when she had 
jumped up and down on his tool. Now she spread her cheeks and once more 
engulfed it. 

With her cheeks spread like that we could see the whole pole get buried 
inside her tight canal. The rim of her ass-hole pressed against his scrotum 
sac. 

Out of the blue she started a fearful pumping of her ass up and down the 
length of the shaft never once letting loose of the precious cock head. 

Always that part of the cock, the most awesome, stayed inside her snapping 
tract and pulled and tugged on it fiercely as she bobbed up and down. 

It would be a moment before the boy would blow his load at this frantic 
pace. Mother's moan were deep, throaty bellows of wanton sexual abandon. 

She hadn't a care in the world except for that cock in her bowels. In a 
moment her eyes were rolling in her head and the length of his cock escaped 
from view. 

Her tract palpitated around the staff as she came and at the same time 
endeavored to draw come out of the cock she was riding. At the right moment, 
she lifted off. 

I knew mother was anxious to get a taste of the boy's fine young sperm. Just 
as it was about to burst forth, her lips clamped around the cock head. 

We could not see the come rushing out of the tip for mother's mouth 
encompassed the entire cock head. 

We knew that every drop of his elixir was being lovingly swallowed down her 
hungry throat. I felt myself spasm. 

Then behind me, Randy rocked in her place and she too succumbed to a fiery 
orgasm from her cunt grinding against my flanks. 

Mother let some sperm leak out from her lips and bathe the shit-stained 
staff. The her lapping tongue licked him clean as a whistle. 

And Kenny was no longer a virgin. 

He had been lovingly, brutally, raped. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

It was a matter of time before Mr. Carter made his feelings known toward me. 
I was really in for it. 

He wound up corralling me one day. And guess what? His wife was with him. 
They did a double on me. 

I had to wonder the whole while whether Kenny and Randy were watching the 
whole thing come down. 

It's impossible to tell when anyone's watching you when you're fucking. I 
mean, you're so involved in what you're doing that you don't pay attention 
to anything else. 

It was a rather original way that they nailed me. I doubt whether the Mrs. 
was in on the plan. But whether she was or not she was willing to join in. 

As time went on my feelings toward the master, never really amicable ones, 
became even less so. I absolutely detested the man. Then I had to fuck 
him-arghh. 

I was in the kitchen. Mother was out of the house doing some shopping. I was 
washing the breakfast dishes when he came in. Then he grabbed me from 
behind. 

I felt his pawing hands go directly for my tits. Before I could stop him his 
hands roved along my belly. In another instant he was lingering around my 
cunt. 

"Mr. Carter, what is the meaning of this? Why, I'm shocked." 

"Shocked? About what? It's perfectly natural. You're a beautiful girl." 

I'd heard that line too many times to be fooled by it. All the while he kept 
a paw on my tits and the other one around my cunt. I finally wrenched free. 

"If you don't watch it, I'll tell your wife. How's that?" 

"Go right ahead. First of all, she won't believe you." 

"I rather doubt that. As far as I can see, Mrs. Carter knows about you." 

"Believe me, urchin, she knows nothing. She prefers not to know." 

And still his fingers kept probing my sensitive parts. I guess I'm the kind 
of girl who just can't say no. What the hell, I hadn't been fucked in 
months. 

Jerking off is not the same as fucking. Besides, there was no way I was 
going to get Kenny Carter's dick in me. I might as well settle for the old 
man. 

I let him lead me to his bedroom. I knew a shorted way via a hidden corridor 
but I made him lead me in his own direction. He kept his hands on me all the 
way. 

By the time we reached the master bedroom I was flushed and panting. I 
wondered if Kenny had sniffed out the spectacle to come. And possibly Randy 
too. 

Why, right now they could be dropping their clothes in anticipation of the 
fuck bout to come. He opened the door and the both of us walked inside. 

"Mrs. Carter! Why, what on earth are you doing here?" 

She wasn't smiling. I hadn't expected for her to be in on this but as long 
as she was here I didn't mind. After all, I had fucked with her daughter. 

The idea of getting down with the two of them intrigued me. The master kept 
working me up with his fondling hands. The way she was dressed also turned 
me on. 

She was standing by the side of the bed dressed in a seductive leather 
garment. It consisted of a bra with no cups, and a very skimpy pair of 
panties. 

The panties had a slit in them that ran from the length of her cunt to the 
crack of her ass. To this she added a very high pair of black high heels. 

Her hair hung loosely on her shoulders and was sort of ruffled looking. She 
had on a tone of makeup that made her look more whorish than ever. 

He face was plastered with white powder. Her eyes were heavily mascaraed and 
she wore thick, glossy red lipstick on her lips. Her cheeks were flaming 
red. She had applied a more than amply supply of red rouge that gave her 
cheekbones a rather regal effect. She looked like a proud Indian squaw. 

The heavy makeup dimmed that puggish look of hers and replaced it with a 
devilish countenance. She was more seductive than I had ever seen her 
before. 

She turned me on in fact. The sight of her did more to boil my blood than 
all his pawings had accomplished. I yearned to rub my hot body against hers. 

She came over to us and I saw her long, red painted fingernails reach out to 
hold my tits. Now the both of them ran their fevered hands all over me. 

It didn't take me long to get extremely passionate. The both of them worked 
me over good. Mr. Carter had his hand in my panties and groped at my cunt. 

"She's wet down there. The little tart is reacting just right." 

I let the remark slid because I was too hot to argue. But mostly I was 
mesmerized by the voluptuous sight of Livinia. I was positively entranced 
with her. 

Close up, she had a vivaciousness that was invisible from a distance. I was 
drawn to her in every way, especially sexually, and I let her play with me. 

Those pretty hands of her kept working on my tits. She unfastened the top of 
my uniform and then removed her bra. The flap fell down and bared my tits. 

Her red tipped claws contrasted nicely with my creamy white globes of flesh. 
She ran her thumb over both nipples and they became hard instantly. 

I was very excited from watching her gropings while feeling Mr. Carter's 
finger plunge deep up my gash. His other hand worked in the crack of my ass. 

Four sets of hands had a go at me. Two I could see and keep my eyes fixed on 
them as she cupped and encircled my tits. Mr. Carter found my brown hole. 

With a finger already racing in and out of my gash, the brute took it upon 
himself to root a finger up my ass. He buried his middle finger to the first 
knuckle. 

As my chute had not been prepared in the slightest, the meager penetration 
caused me a fair deal of pain. I was so worked up all I could do was gasp. 

My moans became hotter and my nipples became fully aroused. I watched those 
red claws tease, scratch and fondle my meaty tits and ripe red cherries. 

In one feel swoop he buried the rest of his finger up my tract. At the same 
moment Livinia bent to me and clamped her mouth very hard against mine. 

Her hands still massaged my tits while his finger kept running in and out of 
my cunt. All my sensitive parts were accounted for and I became passionate 
instantly. 

Mr. Carter managed to pull of the rest of my outfit before re-inserting his 
maddening finger in my cunt. I stood there completely naked save for my 
heels. 

As they made passionate love to me they led me over to the bed. He let go of 
me with his hands and got undressed. I had the Mrs. all to myself now. 

We fell on the bed, me on top of her, and we immediately worked one another 
over. I knew she was a lusty sort from the times I had spied on her and took 
advantage. 

I played with her tits through her cupless bra. Their circumferences were 
lined with a leather strip that completely encircled both of her ample 
breasts. 

I grabbed both tits in my own red-tipped hands and cupped and fondled their 
meat. She gushed with excitement at my fiery probing and spread her legs 
wide. 

As soon as the nipples rose to full attention I replaced my hands with my 
mouth. I ran a finger over the crack of her cunt and twiddled her swelling 
clit. 

Her gasps filled the room with their sensuous echo. I wondered if the 
children were watching us right now. Kenny's huge cock was probably just 
rising. 

I wonder, if they were watching, what they thought of their mother being 
made love to by a girl half her age. And how about their father's seduction 
of me! 

No matter what they thought about their father, they probably had no idea, 
as I had, that he was just a natural born rogue regardless of his vaunted 
station. 

Perhaps the children had never seen another model of an adult to accurately 
judge their father for the cad he was. I truly hoped they were tuning in. 

I took my mouth off her nubs when they were both very hard and swollen. She 
was breathing heavily, for every breath she took raised me up as I lay on 
top of her. 

I captured her gasping mouth in mine and kissed her hard. Our lips pressed 
together and I drive my snaking tongue deep into her mouth and against her 
throat. 

I felt a pair of hands rubbing my tender ass-cheeks. The vigorous way that I 
was pawed indicated that those hands could only belong to one person only. 

Mr. Carter's cock head pressed against one of my buns as he raised me up 
onto my knees. My tits hung in front of his wife's face and she took the 
nipples into her mouth. 

Her hands encircled my tits and squeezed. I felt his cock head parting open 
the lips of my pussy. The cock head darted in my pink hole and I gasped. 

"Oh, the both of you are making me so hot, oh, oh ... " 

And that was the truth. Livinia's mouth was all over my tits. Her tongue ran 
a track from my bloated nips and all along the bulbous meat of the globes 
themselves. 

My tits were bathed in her saliva. And when that bastard heard my desperate 
plea of desire he whammed the rest of his pecker inside me up to his balls. 

"Ahhhhhhhhh, yes, that's it. Fuck me. FUCK ME! Do you hear?" 

I felt his hands grip my supple waist. He immediately started a a rhythm 
that drew his cock head all the way out of my gash before fiercely plunging 
back in. 

I was helpless for two reason. I was pinned to the bed from his weight on 
top of me. And I wouldn't have left the spot for all the money in the world. 

Livinia was driving me wild with her tender mouthing of my heavy tits. His 
cock kept piercing me at a frightful rate that had me panting like a hot 
panther. 

It had been a long time since I had been last fucked. Sure I had sucked a 
lot of cock and a whole mass of come, but I hadn't had my loins pierced by a 
dick. 

I would've preferred it to be Kenny's cock ramming in and out of me right 
now, instead of his mangy father's, but what the fuck, I couldn't complain. 

No sir, I could not. Mr. Carter was giving me a royal fucking that would 
quench the lust of a thirsty whore. His cock filled me to the brim, and then 
some. 

I have no doubt that his passion was increased by the knowledge that he was 
fucking a sweet young thing like myself. That could account for his powerful 
fucking. 

The other reason was that Mr. Carter got a lot of practice at fucking. The 
pervert would dork anything in sight and I mad a particularly voluptuous 
snatch. 

He snatched up my snatch, and his wife too. The way she made love to my 
tits, sucking on the ripe nips and then lapping the hot flesh, I was 
beginning to fall in love 

I guess I fall in love with anyone who treats me right sexually. I mean, I 
love Kenny because of that massive cock of his, and his mother for the way 
she sucks me. 

Now that my breasts were flaming bulbs of intense heat, she began to work 
her face down to my penetrated gash. I moaned in pleasure as I read her 
intention. 

Sure enough, her mouth went to my cunt and kissed the clit while her 
husband's cock ran in and out of me. She turned herself around so that her 
cunt was by my head. 

I grabbed her leather-sheathed legs and split them open. Her red cunt meat 
winked up at me framed by her black garment. First, I felt her mouth on my 
clit. 

Her lips sucked it in and her tongue flicked on it. Her husband thrusts were 
at a steady intensity complete with his long dicking strokes. I was hotter 
than hell. 

With her tongue frantically massaging my clit, my passion was at a fever 
pitch. I sighed delightfully and nuzzled my face into her cunt and kissed 
it. 

I felt his hands squeezing my chunky ass-cheeks like mounds of fresh dough. 
He kneaded them to his heart's content while his wife kept on mouthing my 
clit. 

This was the first time that I had ever been sandwiched between two lovers. 
It was nice being the third addition for as it was I was the center of 
action. 

They concentrated their pleasures around me. The hotter they could get me 
the more pleasure for them. As it was, I was quite frantic and in a hot 
stupor. 

I ran my tongue along the crack of her gash. When I came to her clit I first 
kissed it and then put it between my lips. I then sucked on it while my 
tongue had fun. The tip of my tongue followed the trace of the defined lines 
that made up her clit. I retraced them with my tongue while my lips sucked 
it. 

I saw her cunt lips twitch in excitement. If she was getting hotter, I was 
already boiling. Not for a second did her hubby stop his crazy, long 
strokes. 

It was maddening how each stroke of his cock was engineered to come all the 
way out of me. It was like his hot staff was dipping into me continuously. 

His cock head came all the way out of my pink hole. For a second the avenue 
of my meat closed up, and the tip of his prick rested against my hot cunt. 

Then he moved the thing back inside me clear up to his balls. With each 
stroke I could feel his balls slap loudly against the juicy red lips of my 
cunt. 

My cunt felt like a piece of red-hot clay that was being shaped to the form 
of his invading dick. Again that cock head came all the way out of my roost. 

I was very passionate from this type of fucking. He filled me to the brim 
with his hard hot cock. And then just as quickly he left my cunt totally 
empty. 

It was like being cheated and fulfilled at the same time. He would satisfy 
me with his long plunges and then torture me with anticipation upon 
withdrawing. 

But no matter what the condition of hid implanting cock, his wife continued 
to heartily lap every inch of my gaping gash. Her tongue made love to my 
cunt. 

To ease my passionate stupor and satisfy my own lust, I worked like hell on 
her own exposed gash that lay before me right in front of my flushed face. 

I darted my tongue deep up her pink hole and wriggled it about inside of 
her. A soft sigh of delight rushed from her lips and that spurred me" on to 
probe deeper. 

I laid the length of my tongue all the way up the canal and then pulled it 
back into my mouth so as to enjoy the taste of the lusty woman's sweet 
juices. 

I felt his cock withdraw from me for the millionth time. But this time it 
did not race back inside me. A new tack was forthcoming. He gripped my ass 
hard. 

He parted the ass cheeks and then snapped them back and forth to bud open my 
small brown hole. He kept dilating it like that until it stayed open a 
little. 

Then, with aid of his wife who directed his tool home, he probed the pinkish 
rim of my brown hole with the bulbous tip of his prick. I lapped fiercely at 
her clit. 

I didn't say anything. Secretly, I wanted his thing up my ass. But I didn't 
want to let him knew how much for fear that my anxiety would cause him to 
rip me asunder. 

I felt his cock head snap inside the rim and begin its inexorable plunge 
deep into my guts. About halfway in he stopped to savor the rippling spasm 
that overtook me. 

I could not stop my loins from convulsing. He had pierced me too deeply and 
quickly. I groaned from the pain but did not stop mouthing her sweet, wet 
cunt. 

To facilitate the entry, Livinia kept her mouth glued to my throbbing clit. 
I felt his hands grip my waist and then he thrust forward with all his 
weight. 

His cock head drove especially deep inside me. The expression froze on my 
face. My eyes were glazed with pain and I was startled. His balls pressed 
against my gaping cunt. 

There was perfectly good tract available to him if he had chosen to stay in 
the confines of my pink hole. It was certainly tight enough, and afforded 
him much pleasure. 

But Brent Carter was the kind of rogue who took pleasure in spoiling as many 
holes as he could. That was his real pleasure. I was another notch. 

Now he could brag that he had bagged another young slut, pierced her ass in 
fact. But Livinia's tongue was making me wild, and I forced my ass backward. 

His rhythm up my ass was exactly the same as it had been when he had taken 
root in my gash. He insisted on withdrawing the cock head clear out of me. 

But when my bunghole popped closed after his withdrawal, only to be forced 
open a second later by his plunging cock head, the effect was much more 
painful. 

I grunted when he forced home and then sucked in air as he pulled out. He 
got off on listening to his cock head snap out of me with a wet plopping 
sound. 

Then before my hole could completely close up his cock was diving back 
inside and racing clear up to his balls. I was quite mad, and seething with 
wild passion. 

He kept pumping away caring about no one's pleasure but his own. I could 
feel my tract becoming raw from his steady, brutal plunging in and 
completely out. 

My eyes were rolling in my head and I forgot about Livinia's gash totally. 
But she still lovingly mouthed mine, and her husband's stroking kept 
building in intensity. 

In a flash the bastard pulled out of me for the last time. I felt his 
shit-stained cock head throb on my rounded ass cheeks and leave a trace of 
warm shit. 

As his cock began to palpitate, Livinia grabbed it and thrust the 
shit-stained tip into her mouth. His first load of come went directly down 
her throat. 

I watched a track of sperm fly out from the tip and wiggle its way down her 
tongue. The trickling stream of come went down her throat and then she 
closed her mouth to swallow. 

She repeated this antic until all the sperm had been pumped free from his 
cock. Then she kissed his balls. 

She continued to mouth the staff until the thing was clean of come and shit. 
Then she smacked her lips. 

I watched her tongue swipe along those juicy red lips of hers. In her mouth 
there was still a mass of scum. 

That's when I went to her and kissed her. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

I guess the weirdest thing that has happened to me since I've been working 
here concerns mother herself. 

I suppose she's entitled to a little fun. I mean, if Mrs. Carter could have 
me, then it works both ways. 

I'm talking about, the time mother seduced Randy. And Kenny was in on it 
too, though he didn't know it. 

Now that mom had found the kind of cock that she craved, she and Kenny were 
getting down quite a lot. He never even came to me for blowjobs anymore. 

Why should he when he had a lover like mother. I had to laugh when I saw him 
all drawn out and a bit thin looking. Mother was really working him over. 

Oh, what the fuck, he was young enough to survive the ordeal. Any boy his 
age would just be in love with the situation. He never complained. 

And, as yet, he had no idea that I knew. That was stupid of him. Of course I 
would know. I knew everything that went on in that maze of a mansion. 

I didn't mind losing Kenny, really. Nature abhors a vacuum, you know. His 
place had been taken in my life by his father, though I hardly loved the 
goat. 

He was better than nothing now that mother had stolen Kenny from me, though 
she didn't know that she was. And besides, at least I could fuck with Brent. 

Try as I might, I still couldn't get that stanchion of a cock that was 
Kenny's inside my cunt. I didn't care about the pain--"it just plain would 
not fit! 

I tried everything. Oil, butter, grease, vaseline, even some of his scum. 
But nothing could grease my chute enough in order to withstand his fearful 
entry. 

Finally I gave up, and resigned myself to my fate. I was Mr. Carter's little 
piece of fluff. And I made him pay dearly. I had a whole lot of new clothes. 

Of course, Mrs. Carter was completely in the dark about the whole thing, the 
numbskull. After our first session, she completely forgot about me, but not 
I. 

In fact, though before I couldn't abide her, our bout of love had proved how 
much I really did like her. But apparently she didn't feel the same about 
me. 

I even tried rubbing up against her when no one was around to spur her on to 
take me. But she didn't bite. She had only had me to please her husband. 

That left me and the master to fuck whenever the urge struck us. Sometimes I 
sat on his lap at the dinner table, all alone of course, with his cock in 
me. 

We fucked in the bathroom, the living room, the garage, the fields, the car, 
the kitchen (right on the table!) and even in the bathtub filled with 
bubbles. 

I have no doubt that each time we were together that Kenny and Randy were 
scrambling around the corridors from room to room to catch the both of us in 
action. 

Brent always pierced all three of my holes whenever he had at me. First I 
sucked him hard and then he fucked my cunt and then my ass in that order. 

I always ate down his come, that was mixed with my shit from him having 
dislodged some pudding while he ass-fucked me. All he ever did was fuck me. 

That was the extent of the relationship and as far as I was concerned that 
was fine with me. He was a bit brutal at times, but on the whole I enjoyed 
his fucking. 

He kept me properly stuffed and contented with his fiery love bouts. I had 
no complaints even though Kenny and mother were a regular thing. And now 
Randy. 

I thought that I had seen mother acting just a little too familiar with the 
girl one day. I kept my eyes peeled for signals and followed them about. 

When they left the kitchen where Randy had been helping mother prepare a 
batch of cookies, I took a guess as to wear they might be headed-mother's 
room. 

I followed the maze of corridors and tunnels that led to a duct right above 
mother's room. I could see her whole room from the grating. Kenny was 
already there. 

I knew right off the bat that my instincts had been correct. Something was 
brewing. 

Kenny had a date with mother, that was obvious, but with his sister too? 

I saw mother and the girl enter the room. The look on Kenny's face told me 
that he hadn't been expecting his sister. Mother was unbelievably palming 
Randy's ass. 

At first the girl didn't like it. And neither did Kenny. Mother had a trump 
card she hadn't played yet. She told Randy she knew about her jerking off. 

"How do you know about that. It's a secret. No one knows about it." 

"Would you like me to?" Mother then proceeded to explain how she had 
followed this hallway that had led to a duct right above her room. Me and 
Kenny had been there many times before. 

I could see that mom was very anxious to fuck with Randy. Her sweet young 
charms had mother all riled up. What the hell, she deserved it. Just like 
Livinia. 

I mean, if Livinia could fuck with me, though mom didn't know that (or maybe 
she did!), than why the hell couldn't she have Randy, and Kenny too. 

Kenny began to quiet himself when mother latched onto his prick inside his 
pants and lovingly stroked it. A hand on his cock always quieted Kenny down. 

Randy was told to undress. As she did Mom took out Kenny's massive pecker 
and continued stroking it. It got harder as he watched his sister undress. 

Everything seemed to be working out just ducky. I prepared for the event. I 
took off all my clothes this time and watched them completely in the buff. 

My legs were crossed like an Indian. My cunt was spread open and the juices 
were just beginning to well up. Mom bent to suck on that engorging cock. 

When Kenny's cock is on the rise it makes for a marvelously lewd sight. The 
damn thing looks like a beached fish the way it's nearly hard and flopping 
about. 

But soon that resiliency dies and is replaced by a bone-like rock hardness 
that takes a woman's breath away. Mother sucked him up good and hard. 

That mouth of hers clamped down every inch of the pole and she slowly drew 
her sucking, circling lips off it. It glistened like a shiny piece of 
leather. 

Her next move was to lift her head off the cock and continue stroking it in 
her hand while she removed her clothes. When she was done she motioned Randy 
forward. 

Both children's eyes were fastened on those huge nodules of flesh tipped 
with their massive and budding nipples. Randy stood next to mom and spread 
her legs. 

Mother kept stroking Kenny's foreskin that was getting ready to be pulled 
taut by his surging blood. Her other hand snaked a finger up the girl's 
hairless gash. 

I heard Randy pant from where I was and put my own finger on my clit. I had 
this crazy notion of imitating her pleasure, playing with myself as mother 
played with her. 

This way I could feel whatever she felt. It was like watching a movie where 
you yourself were plugged into the action on the screen the character's were 
experiencing. 

They made quite an obscene picture. The three of them stood in the center of 
her room right next to her bed while she played feverishly with their 
privies. 

It was just a matter of time before Kenny's passion reached the point where 
he would have to touch mom's big tits. I watched his hands touch and squeeze 
one. 

No sooner did Kenny's loving paw fall upon mother's hot tit than Randy 
herself had a go at one. Mom's stealthy fingering had gotten her juices 
flowing. 

All three of their faces were flushed red. As the two cherubs worked on her 
bulbs, kneading, cupping and squeezing every inch of them, mom's face lit up 
like a bulb. 

She feel onto the bed and dragged the both of them along with her by way of 
their sex parts. They fell to her side and began to kiss her from head to 
toe. 

Mother let go of them and let than play with her luscious body. like two 
little munchkins they scrambled all over her and tweaked and played with 
this at that. 

The both of them tugged and pulled on her big tits, sometimes quite hard, 
and mother squealed in delight. Then the both of them felt her lascivious 
ass-cheeks. 

They rolled her over and mother groaned in pleasure. They kissed her 
magnificent mounds and left flecks of spit on her flesh. Their eyes were 
bugging out of their heads. 

Never in their lives had the both of them been allowed free play on a hot 
piece of flesh like my mother. It was Randy's first time with her and she 
was particularly inflamed. 

She liked rubbing those big nipples of hers along mother's fleshy flanks. 
She poked her tits into her back and then cupped them for mother to suck. 

Mom's big, risque mouth took one tit totally into her mouth and drew on it. 
I could see her cheeks suck in and just knew that her tongue was working 
like mad. 

While she ate one of Randy's breasts, her brother took to pawing mom's 
inflamed cunt. The angry red colored lips were tweaked and pulled from side 
to side. 

Kenny especially liked the way her stretched out cunt lips (from innumerable 
fuckings) looked liked red webs of flesh. Her folds of cunt meat aroused him 
no end. 

Mother began to slowly raise up on her knees as Kenny's pawings became 
fiercer in their intensity. She arched her back and raised that voluptuous 
ass of hers sky high. 

Kenny went directly behind them and mashed his face into the crack of her 
ass. She let out a piercing moan of wanton lust when she felt his tongue 
flick out. 

Keeping his face firmly lodged between her sweet ass buns, his tongue ran 
along the sensitive crack and sent mother to panting. The tit came out of 
her mouth. 

Randy grabbed mother's head and forced her mouth back onto her tit. Her hot 
moans of pleasure were cut off by a mouthful of sweet young tit and nipple. 

The hot charges racing from her mouth were absorbed by Randy's hot tit and 
now she started to pant in heat. She kept changing nipples in her mouth. 

Mom's mouth was like a sucking machine. To replace one nipple with another, 
Randy had to jerk the thing out from the tremendous suction of mother's 
lips. 

Then she aimed the next hot cherry between her lips and mom drew the whole 
damn thing into her mouth until the tit meat was firmly buried inside as 
well. 

Meanwhile, Kenny's tongue encircled her brown hole and as it budded open he 
stuck his tongue up her chute. This caused mom to suck very hard on Randy's 
tit. 

I watched Randy run a hand to her gash and part the cunt lips while she 
tweaked her clit hard between two fingers. Kenny's mouth ran to mom's gash. 

He smelled her sweet juices before running the flat part of his tongue along 
the crack of her twitching lips. Then he parted them and stuck his tongue in 
the hole. 

Mom's pink hole was a cavern of dripping juices. As soon as the lips parted 
a stream of dew rushed out of her and directly into Kenny's lapping mouth. 

Randy sat down and placed her cunt in front of mom's face. She put a hand on 
the back of her neck and drew her head down to bear in front of her cunt. 

It was gaping open and mother stretched her mouth wide and practically 
engulfed the whole snatch into her mouth. Randy gasped as her eyes rolled in 
their sockets. 

Kenny's tongue ran along the entire length of mother's sensitive underparts. 
He started at her dangling clit and ended at her budded-open ass tract. 

First the tip of his tongue twiddled, played strummed and hummed on her 
throbbing clit. Then it followed the inner track of her web-like cunt folds. 

When his tongue came to the area of her pink hole, he pushed his tongue 
well-deep inside it and drew out as much dew as was lodged there. His tongue 
moved again. 

It continued on its upward journey, flicking and wriggling all the time as 
it did, until it came to the area of her budded bunghole. His tongue dived 
in. 

Mother let out a muffled gasp of pleasure from her cunt-stuffed mouth and 
worked harder on Randy. Randy began to moan and spasm from the hot mouthing. 

Kenny took his cock and mother's hands reached back to grab it as well. I 
had thought that he would first wet it in her cunt before reaming her ass. 

But mother directed that tool first off to pierce her gaping bunghole. The 
fearsome cock head bulged open her tract and then the rim of the prick went 
inside her. 

She sighed delightfully and now her muscles went to work. Before he could 
start any rhythm whatsoever his cock was being pulled back and forth inside 
her. 

She played with his sac of balls with her hands and rubbed them on her juicy 
cunt lips. I saw Randy take her own legs and clamp them around mother's 
head. 

For the first time I noticed that I had three fingers of my own racing in 
and out of my split-open gash. My free hand played with my nipples and clit. 

While Kenny plunged in and out, he placed his hand on her dripping pink hole 
and darted three fingers up it. He searched around a bit and sized things 
up. 

When he had discovered what he had sought to, namely that mother's cunt was 
big enough for anything, he plunged his entire fist up her gash. 

Just like that his fist disappeared from view. I saw mother's cunt lips 
palpitate as they formed around the boys wrist. This locked her into 
position. 

Now Kenny could start his own rhythm inside her, though his leverage was 
poor due to his embedded fist, and he plunged up mom's ass with all his 
strength. 

Little pig-like squeaks of pleasure were issuing out into the air from some 
mysterious source. They were mother's, of course, but her head was buried 
between Randy's legs. 

The two munchkins had mom in a state I had never before seen here, and I had 
seen her quite hot in the past. Her ass and tits were a fiery red color. 

I'm sure her head was in the same state though I couldn't see it. Kenny's 
pumping was at a fearful rate. Once again his feet were too short and were 
off the bed. 

He took his hand out of mom's gash and there was an unbelievable hole in its 
place. It looked like you could see directly inside her clear through to her 
womb. 

Now he jumped on her meaty ass chunks with his cock up her ass. Mother 
pushed her flanks into his blows so as to lodge his cock deeper in her 
bowels. 

Randy's legs were spasming around mother's head, an indication that she was 
in the midst of an extraordinarily rapturous orgasm. Her little toes were 
twiddling. 

Mom's tract kept sucking in the plugging pole determined to draw the come 
out of it. I watched Kenny pull out of her and then mother whipped around. 

I could see her face. It was a crimson red. Her cheeks were especially 
inflamed and shined like glowing red bulbs. Her big mouth clamped onto his 
cock. 

She deep-throated the thing down to his balls which she cupped and gently 
fondled. Her mouth drew on his staff like a milk pump to release his copious 
load. 

When she felt his cock lurch she took the head from the back of her throat 
and laid it on her tongue. I could see the huge gobs of come splashing onto 
her tongue. 

As her tongue became painted with a mass of white hot goo, I strummed three 
fingers in and out of my cunt. 

I felt my clit begin to tingle and then the wave hit my cunt and sent it 
glowing, then raced to my spine. 

The current of pleasure diffused onto my flaming breasts and my nipples 
seemed to light up from passion. 

And then I came, sweet dew drenching my fingers. 

There was only one accomplishment that remained for me to try and achieve. 
But I knew that would have to wait for a more propitious time. I wanted 
dearly to get Kenny's cock in me. 

I knew that one day it would happen. Everything that had occurred between us 
had made us very close, and friendly. 

More than ever I wanted his cock inside me. I heard that women who fuck 
around a lot get big cunts. 

Mother's is like that. Maybe she has fucked a helluva lot more than I 
thought. 

I know she is a royal fucker. Every time I have seen her in action she has 
left very little to the imagination. 

Perhaps, one day I will have a cunt as big as hers. Then, I can fuck Kenny 
as much as I want. If all I have to do is fuck a lot to expand my cunt, 
well, that's easy. 

I intend to give it my best effort. I will fuck as much as I have to in 
order to make my cunt big enough for Kenny to fuck me. 

Or die trying.
