GC-1018 Hot Peeping Daughter
by David Crane


FOREWORD

It has been said that nearly every community contains a cross section of 
Americans within its confines. Every town has its doctors and lawyers, its 
coaches and teachers, and its clerks and carpenters, and each individual 
has in turn been touched to some extent by emotions common to all 
men—greed, lust, envy, and distress.

HOT PEEPING DAUGHTER is a story of everyday, responsible people whose 
lives are wrought with common frailties; people who seek pleasure, profit, 
expediency; people not unlike those who may live in your town or your 
neighborhood. Respectable citizens—yes, but not without the foibles and 
weaknesses seen every day in nearly every city.

HOT PEEPING DAUGHER provides a unique insight into those emotions with 
which we all must live, a look at Americans at the grassroots level.

-The Publisher


CHAPTER ONE

Karen Webster was hoping that the two young guys playing catch in the 
park would notice her as she cycled past. She was quite noticeable, she 
knew, if only they happened to look. Karen was a curvy young girl with 
strawberry blonde hair and big blue eyes and a bouncy body. She was wearing
a tight-fitting tank top and tiny blue shorts.

As she pedaled her bicycle along the path, her nubile tits swung saucily 
and her trim little ass squirmed on the saddle. Her lovely legs, tan and 
slim, rippled sinuously as she pumped the bike along.

The two guys were tossing a baseball back and forth and paid no attention
as she rode past—so she turned around and pedaled back.

They were a couple years older than Karen, but she had seen them around 
the high school and knew their names were Mike and Jimmy and that they were
popular and athletic and maybe would think that she was too young for them.

But Karen didn’t think so at all.

She cycled past twice more and, still failing to draw their attention, 
she halted the bike. She braced one foot on the ground and kept her ass in 
the saddle, bringing her other knee up onto the crossbar. Her pose was 
seemingly casual, but it was carefully calculated.

If the boys looked in her direction now, they would be able to see up the
leg of her tiny shorts.

And that should sure as hell get their attention.

In a few minutes, Mike noticed her, did a double-take, then said 
something to his companion, who also turned and gazed at the girl.

Karen smiled in a friendly fashion, pretending she didn’t know she was 
flashing her crotch.

The two guys whispered together, then came walking over, grinning at the 
girl.

Karen was delighted to see that they were both getting large swellings in
their jeans. Confident young men, they stared openly at her tits and 
crotch, making no bones about where their attention was focused.

Karen, for her part, made no effort to assume a more modest position. She
wasn’t a girl who liked to beat around the bush or play hard to get.

“Hi, sexy,” Mike said.

Karen blushed prettily.

Jimmy deliberately dropped the baseball he was carrying and, stooping 
over to pick it up again, stared right up the leg of her shorts.

Karen could feel his gaze burning into her crotch, as if his vision were 
actually caressing her cunt. It made her feel all warm and wanted.

And wanton, as well.

The boys were no longer grinning—they were leering openly at the nubile 
little temptress as they began to hope that maybe they could score with 
her.

“Boy, you got great tits,” Mike rasped.

“Nice ass, too,” Jimmy said.

Karen giggled and automatically reacted by arching her slim back so that 
her tits thrust out and squirming her ass on the saddle.

“Wanna make out?” Mike asked huskily.

Karen batted her long, silken eyelashes demurely, blushing delicately 
again.

“Gee—I hardly know you!” she whispered.

“Yeah, but making out is a great way to get acquainted,” Jimmy said.

“Well—”

“C’mon, let’s go in the bushes,” Mike said.

“Golly, with both of you, you mean?” Karen asked, trying to act mildly 
shocked. But, in fact, that was exactly what she had had in mind.

Necking with one guy was fun, and doing it with two guys was double the 
fun. She could just imagine what it would be like to get it on with a whole
baseball team.

They were eyeing her expectantly and hopefully and, after pausing long 
enough so that she didn’t seem as eager as she actually was, Karen gave a 
little shy shrug.

“Well, okay then,” she said.

She swung lithely from the seat and walked the bicycle along, one boy on 
either side. They came to the fringe of bushes and she propped the bike 
against a tree.

Without any further hesitation, she pushed through the undergrowth and 
into a little open glade. It was a pretty spot, dappled by sunlight 
filtering through the trees and shaded by the branches of trees. It was 
also private enough to be naughty in.

Karen sat on the ground.

Jimmy and Mike glanced knowingly at one another, then they sat down, with
the nubile blonde between them.

She shoved her tits up, seeing no reason whatsoever to act reluctant now 
that she had agreed.

Mike cupped a plump tit, squeezing. Her swollen nipple stiffened in his 
palm.

Jimmy began kneading her other tit.

Karen adored getting felt up, and she wriggled joyously between the boys.
She turned her face to Jimmy and kissed him on the lips, then swung her 
head around and kissed Mike with equal passion.

They swapped tongues and saliva, panting into each other’s open mouth. 
Karen kept turning her head, French-kissing both boys in rotation.

They tugged her tank top up, baring her tits, and began to feel the firm,
naked mounds and to pull at the stiff, tingling tips, each claiming a tit 
in a sort of tacit understanding as they shared her lips.

Karen tugged Mike’s head down and the boy whimpered and began to nurse on
a fat nipple. Jimmy gasped and dove on the other perky peak. Karen held 
their heads cradled to her tits and sighed with pleasure.

But after a few minutes of this, it dawned on her that, although the boys
were older than she was, they were more uncertain and hesitant—even kind of
timid. It amused her to realize that she would have to take the initiative 
if things were going to go beyond tit-sucking.

And she certainly wanted them to. It was lovely to have a hot mouth on 
both tits at once, but it was making her pussy hot for attention.

Karen wanted to get fingerfucked—at least.

She was making that as obvious as possible, sitting with her knees lifted
and her thighs wide apart and squirming around enticingly. She tilted her 
crotch up.

But the boys didn’t seem to understand. They seemed to think that sucking
tit was as much as they could expect from a relative stranger on a first 
necking session.

It was frustrating Karen.

She was afraid that she was going to cream in her panties before they got
around to massaging her cunt. Yet if they wouldn’t take the hint, what 
could she do? It seemed just too bold and brazen to ask them to play with 
her pussy, just blurting it out as a randy request.

She figured that the guys would appreciate frigging her fuckhole more if 
they thought it was their own idea and that they were seducing her, rather 
than having her initiate the session and take control.

Karen figured that the best way to get things moving was to start playing
with their pricks.

It was no hardship, for the little vixen dearly loved a handful of hard 
cock and bloated balls.

As they continued to suck on her tits, she slid a hand up Mike’s thigh 
and cupped his cock, causing him to gasp on her tit.

Her other hand crept down on Jimmy’s groin.

They were both well-hung, the denim of their jeans bulging out as if they
had basketballs stuffed down their crotches. She squeezed and stroked them 
through their clothing, then began to open their zippers.

“Ooooh—you’re both real huge and hard!” she purred, as their naked cocks 
leaped into her hands. “I guess I really made you guys horny, huh?”

They mumbled and muttered, still stuck on her tits as if their lips were 
glued to the nipples.

“I better jack you both off, huh?” she sighed.

“Yeah! Yeah!” Mike groaned.

“Milk our meat, baby!” Jimmy gasped.

Karen folded a fist around both fat cocks, pushing down and holding at 
the hilts so that their cockheads flared out in naked slabs of purple meat.

She didn’t start pumping right away, just held them skinned back, waiting
in hopes that at least one of the young men would have the sense to realize
that she wanted her cunt frigged off, as well.

But both of their cock-knobs were dribbling out plenty of preliminary 
spunk, and Karen realized that the guys were going to get their rocks off 
quickly. She figured she had might as well jerk them off for 
starters—assuming that they would be happy to return the favor after she’d 
emptied their balls for them. Fair was fair, after all.

She began pulling their pricks, her fists working like a two-stroke 
engine as she frigged down on one cock and yanked up on the other.

Her blonde head was tipped down as she tried to see what she was doing. 
Karen adored watching fuckjuice squirt out of a prick.

But she couldn’t really get a very good look. Their cocks felt big and 
stiff but because they were both still nursing on her nipples, the girl 
couldn’t see down past their bowed heads into their crotches.

It was kind of frustrating.

She was starting to think that maybe these good-looking guys were kind of
dumb. If they had the sense to get out of the damned way, she could jack 
their juice off on her tits—or maybe even go down on them and let them both
cream off into her hot mouth.

The idea was making her drool, for Karen relished a mouthful of hot cock 
and a drink of spunk. But it wasn’t the sort of thing that a proper 
teenager could just come right out and tell them.

Their pricks were already getting all greasy as the pre-cum poured down 
from their pissholes, and Karen guessed she should just finish this first 
frigging efficiently—supposing there would be more fun to follow.

She began to pump their pricks faster, her fists skimming up and down on 
the self-lubricated cocks. They were humping up from the earth, fucking 
through her fists, one prick rising as the other fell.

“Ummmmm—ahhhhhh—cum, fellas, shoot off!” the girl whimpered, feeling 
their cocks jolt violently. She half expected her palms to blister from the
heat of those handfuls.

Suddenly Mike gasped.

Karen felt his cock recoil and knew that his jizz was spurting from his 
cock-knob. She moaned, wishing he would get his fucking head out of the way
so that she could watch his hot, thick cum shoot.

A moment later Jimmy joined Mike at the creamy crest, grunting as his 
balls exploded and his cum came out in a steaming torrent.

Both boys, potent and youthful, spilled a lot of spunk out as Karen kept 
on jerking away. At last she felt their cocks begin to soften and diminish.
She kept on pulling, but their pricks were going limp.

Their heads were still resting on her tits, but they had stopped sucking 
now, their ardor ebbing away along with the loads from their loins.

After awhile, they drew away, both leering.

Karen sat there with a limp cock in each hand, feeling kind of foolish.

She glanced down and saw that pearly pools of spunk were seeping into the
soil. It seemed a hell of a waste.

Then, to her dismay, the boys pulled their spent pricks from her grasp 
and stood up.

She gazed up at them beseechingly.

But, callow youths that they were, with their balls emptied, they had 
gave no thought to her needs.

In fact, they were looking forward to going to the poolhall now and 
ruining her reputation by boasting about how they had seduced her—and maybe
even writing her name on a few bathroom walls for good measure.

“Thanks a lot, baby,” Mike said.

“Yeah, that was swell,” Jimmy said. “We’ll have to get together again 
sometime—when you feel like pulling our pricks again.”

“But—but, don’t you—aren’t you—” Karen stammered, distraught at the 
thought that they had used her and now were simply going to walk away and 
leave her sitting there in a pool of spunk, her hands drenched—and her 
pussy steaming from neglect.

But that was exactly what they did.

Karen sat there for awhile, feeling abused, abandoned and angry.

Stupid pigs, she thought. I would have sucked them off if they’d let 
me—but now I won’t even jerk them off again! I hope I see them with hard 
cocks so I can turn them down. That will serve the dirty bastards right.

But the prospects of revenge was doing nothing to make the frustrated 
girl feel any better.

Teenaged boys were assholes, she figured. What she needed was a handsome 
older man to take good care of her.

And she would have been surprised if she had known how soon that was 
going to happen—and who that handsome older man was going to be…

CHAPTER TWO

Karen sat there for a while, waiting to make sure that Jimmy and Mike had
actually gone. Then, half-crazed by lust, she began to lick her fingers, 
tasting their spunk and tantalizing her tastebuds.

She lapped slime from her palms and pushed her fingers into her mouth, 
sucking the juice from them as she pretended they were pricks.

This made her even hotter and she dipped a hand inside her tiny shorts 
and cupped her cunt.

Cum seeped into her open pussy from her palm. She began to tug on her 
clit and throw her ass and hips around in a fucking motion.

Her clit was smoldering like a damp fuse, lighted and burning toward the 
explosion of her cumming. She dropped back along the ground and hiked her 
haunches up as she frigged herself through the rising waves.

Her clit went off like a blasting cap.

That dynamic detonation set off another blast deep in her cunt, causing 
the girl to cry out with emotion and fiery feeling.

Flinging her pelvis around wildly, Karen rubbed her cunt and clit as she 
came on her hand. Her head sank back and her ass churned as she slowly 
worked herself off through the steady spasms.

She felt a bit better when she was finally finished frigging her foaming 
fuckhole off. But not a lot better. A handjob was never as good as the real
thing—especially when a pair of young jerks got their rocks off in her 
hands and then left Karen to deal with herself.

She licked her hand clean again—curious as to why cuntjuice tasted as 
good as cum and having to admit that, for a normal girl, she was awfully 
curious about what it would be like to eat out a pussy.

Then she got her scant clothing arranged respectably and left the bushes,
getting her bicycle and heading for home in a mood of discontented 
annoyance.

Karen didn’t exactly regret jacking Jimmy and Mike off, since she had 
enjoyed it, as far as it went. But that hadn’t been nearly far enough.

She was determined never to make that mistake again. The next guy that 
wanted a handjob from her was damned well gonna get his fingers up her cunt
first.

As she was pedaling along, her cunt rubbing in the saddle and her slim 
thighs rippling with sinew as they pumped, she started simmering again. 
Riding a bicycle always turned her on anyhow, and today, having dealt out 
satisfaction and gotten little in exchange, she was in the mood to begin 
with.

She rode along slowly, hoping some guy would come along in a car. Then 
she pedaled faster as she thought that even now the telephone might be 
ringing at home, some horny young man asking her for a date.

Karen really felt that she had to find herself some prick as soon as 
possible—but that, in the meanwhile, another handjob would take some of the
pressure off.

She came to the apartment building where she lived with her mom and dad, 
and she dismounted, lugging the bicycle up the stone steps and into the 
hall. There was a storage space on the ground floor and she kept the bike 
there as a rule, out of the rain and out of the hands of bicycle 
thieves—and safe from saddle sniffers, too, although she wouldn’t have 
minded at all if someone wanted a whiff of her cunt from the bike seat.

Karen was getting a tantalizing whiff of her own heated pussy now, in 
fact, as she wheeled the bike on into the storage space. The aroma of 
steaming pussyjuice was permeating the enclosed area.

After leaning the bike against the wall, she bent down and rubbed her 
cute little nose on the gooey seat, sniffing. Then her tongue slid out and 
she lapped at the leather saddle, getting a faint taste of the pussyjuice 
that had seeped through her shorts and panties and coated the seat.

It amused her a bit that a normal, cock-loving girl like herself should 
get so turned on by the fragrance and flavor of cunt. She guessed it was 
kind of kinky. But if she ever got a chance to sink her hot tongue in a 
creamy cunt, she was sure as hell going to give it a try.

As she stooped over, her plump tits jiggled in her tanktop and her trim 
ass squirmed in her tiny shorts. The scent of her arousal was really strong
now.

Gee, she thought, I wonder if Mom and Dad will notice it when I come in? 
It was an embarrassing thought. Also, she knew that she made quite a lot of
noise when she was fingerfucking herself, and she could just imagine her 
mother and father looking at each other in amazement if they happened to 
hear the sounds of a solitary cumming from Karen’s bedroom.

The sound and the scent of her wet cunt were making privacy a problem. 
Then Karen realized that there was no reason why she shouldn’t give herself
a good fingerfucking right there in the storage space, instead of bringing 
her embarrassingly hot, wet and smelly pussy up to the apartment.

No one else would have any occasion to enter the storage area at this 
time of day, so she could get her cunt well creamed off, lick the 
incriminating evidence from her hands and go on upstairs in a less aroused 
state.

Karen tugged her tanktop up above her tits. She cupped one fat tit in 
both hands, lifting it as she dropped her head down. She pulled her swollen
nipple into her lips and nursed on it moistly.

Then she switched across and sucked on the other nipple, drooling down 
her cleavage in the process. Switching from tit to tit, she got her perky 
nubs sucked up to a swollen, tingling tension as she worked on them just as
if they were tiny pricks she was blowing.

Her cunt was boiling now and cuntjuice was overflowing lavishly, running 
down the insides of her lean legs and filling the crotchband of her panties
and shorts.

Karen hooked her fingers under the waistband and tugged her shorts down 
to her knees.

Then she squirmed her ass and hips and lowered her sodden panties as 
well. With the garments hobbling her legs, she leaned back against the wall
and went to work on her cunt with both hands.

Her knees bent and her legs rippled as she gently bounced up and down on 
her hands. She switched her hips from side to side and pumped her belly up 
and down.

She was finger fucking in and out of her wet cunt with one hand, holding 
her fingers bunched up in a cock-shaped bundle while she stroked her fiery 
clit with her other hand. Then she switched hands for variety, just as if 
she were taking on two lovers at once.

Her crotch was turning to a sloppy mess and pearly ribbons were unwinding
down her inner thighs. Cuntjuice soaked back into the cleft of her ass. The
wall of the storage space was getting damp behind her ass.

She brought a hand up to her chin and, tipping her face down, started to 
tongue up her pussyjuice from her palm, lapping like a kitten at a cream 
bowl.

She smeared some cuntjuice on a fat nipple, then dropped her head and 
sucked it off that perky peak. In the mood for a comprehensive handjob, the
naughty teenager reached back through the arch of her groin and nudged a 
finger up into her tiny little asshole.

Then she licked and sucked that soiled finger, relishing that tart and 
tangy flavor of her asshole and wondering if it would be fun to shove her 
tongue up into another girl’s shithole and rim her out.

Ready to cream off now, she got to work on her cunt with both hands once 
more.

Waves of rising pleasure rippled across her lithe loins and shot 
electrically up her trembling thighs. The waves came faster and higher, 
each one building upon the one before, starting to merge into one tidal 
swell.

“Ummmmmmm—ahhhhhhhhhhh!” she whimpered.

The highest crest hit her and she swayed and staggered, holding at the 
heights, both hands slogging merrily away, then coming down through the 
ebbing spasms of a slow descent. She kept on rubbing and stroking until she
was sure she had worked off every sweet spasm and frigged off every drop of
her cuntjuice.

Drained, she leaned back against the wall, a dreamy smile on her pretty 
little face. When she had stopped panting, she licked both hands clean, 
then used them to scoop up the overflow from her legs and loins. She was 
wishing that she were nimble enough to get her head down on her cunt and 
mop up with her tongue, without needing her hands to deliver the tasty 
juice.

But she couldn’t manage that, she knew—she had tried often enough, and 
fallen just short.

The succulence of her own pussy, even sampled by hand, was so tantalizing
that Karen was thinking that she just had to find some sexy girl who wanted
her cunt sucked off—and would return the favor, to be sure.

It would have to be a real feminine girl, though.

Karen wasn’t interested in lesbians and certainly wasn’t a dyke.

She was just keen to be a cuntlapper.

With her crotch mopped up by hand and her hands sucked clean, she started
to pull her panties and shorts back up. But she saw that the crotchband of 
her panties was so sodden with juice that it was like a soapy washcloth. 
She tugged the garments down and stepped out of them, then held the wet 
panties to her face and sucked the crotchband, enjoying another taste of 
pussyjuice.

She finally put her shorts back on and tucked the panties, soaked with 
drool now, into her back pocket. She felt a bit more content now that she 
had frigged off so thoroughly. At least her cunt was no longer pouring out 
the fragrance of horniness so noticeably, and cuntjuice wasn’t oozing out 
from the leg-holes of her shorts and running down her thighs in 
incriminating trickles.

Then Karen moved to the door of the storage area, ready to go up to the 
apartment.

And she saw her mother step off the elevator.

Karen was about to call out a greeting, but she stopped. She knew that 
the confined area of the storage space was hung heavily with the aroma of 
her hot cunt and she didn’t want her mother to find her amidst that 
suspicious scent.

Then the girl saw something strange.

Her mother was only wearing a dressing gown. It was a sexy garment, 
semi-transparent and revealing, and it was obvious that the woman couldn’t 
be going out in public wearing only that robe.

But why had she come down to the ground floor like that? Karen wondered. 
As she peered from the shadows, her mother looked around the hallway. There
was something furtive, wary, guilty about her demeanor.

Jeez—does Mom come down to fingerfuck herself in the storage area, too? 
Karen wondered.

If so, she sure would love to watch! She glanced around, wondering where 
she might hide. It was kind of kinky to even think about peeping on her own
mom, she knew—but that made it more exciting.

And Laura Webster was sure a watchable woman., She was lovely, with a 
mane of heavy, tawny hair, high cheekbones and a wide, sensual slash of a 
mouth. And her body was voluptuous, with big, thrusting tits and a 
well-packed ass set around a narrow waist, long, shapely legs that seemed 
to have been designed to wrap around a man’s haunches as he pumped the 
prick to her pussy and pneumatic hips like sexual shock absorbers.

Karen never passed up a chance to sneak a look at the lady in the bath or
shower nor to listen at the adjoining wall when her parents were fucking.

She had wondered, too, if her sexy mother had ever had sex with another 
woman in her life.

Now she watched as Laura moved away from the elevators. Plenty of deep, 
smooth cleavage showed in her bodice and lots of lithesome leg at the hem.

Laura went to an apartment door.

Karen knew it was Jason Hemmings’ apartment. Hemmings was a good-looking 
bachelor who had recently moved in. But why was her mom calling on 
him—especially wearing only that revealing robe?

Laura glanced around again, then she opened the door and went on 
in—without even knocking!

Holy cow! Karen thought. Is Mom having an affair with Jason?

The idea thrilled the teenager. She felt sorry for her daddy, but her 
sympathy for her father didn’t diminish the thrill of it.

And Karen was wondering if she dared to spy.

The girl had been hoping to get a peek at her mother as the curvy woman 
played with her pussy—and how much more exciting to see her getting fucked!

She knew that Jason’s door was unlocked, because her mother had walked 
right in.

And she knew that all the apartments in the buildings were laid out the 
same, so that she would know her way around if she sneaked in.

Anyhow, she rationalized, she had a right to know if her mom was an 
adulteress.

Trembling with peeper’s passion, Karen tiptoed from the storage area and 
went down to Jason’s apartment. She paused, holding her breath. Then she 
turned the doorknob silently and opened the door.

Feeling like a sneak-thief—but a thief who had come only to steal a peek,
Karen stepped into the hall.

And, for a teenaged peeper, there was quite a treat in store in that 
apartment…

*

Closing the door silently, Karen began to move down the hall as quietly 
as she could, trying not to pant too loudly and well aware of the squishing
sounds that her cunt was making as it rubbed between her thighs. Even the 
sound of the blood pounding through her veins seemed loud to the girl, with
all of her senses alert and tense.

She glanced into the kitchen and, as she had expected—and hoped—found 
that room unoccupied.

What a bitter disappointment it would have been for the would-be voyeur 
to find that her mother had only stopped by for a cup of coffee with the 
neighbor.

Karen was longing for more than a social call upon which to feast her 
prying blue eyes.

The apartments were the railroad type, with rooms opening off a central 
hallway. The living room was next in line on the right, then a small 
laundry room on the left. Quick glances revealed that they, too, were 
unoccupied. Her mom wasn’t there to watch television or wash clothes.

That left the bedrooms at the back.

Karen tiptoed up to the first bedroom and peeked in. That was the 
equivalent of her own room upstairs, but since Jason lived alone, it was 
empty, the bed unmade.

Only the master bedroom remained.

And there seemed only one reason—and a few variations thereof—why her 
mother, wearing only a dressing gown, should be visiting a bachelor in his 
bedroom.

Karen crept up to the open door, took a deep breath, held it in her 
lungs—and looked in.

The girl almost cried out when she saw that all her horny hopes were 
about to be fulfilled. Her mother was standing beside the bed, just in the 
process of slipping out of her dressing gown—and Jason Hemmings was lying 
on the bed, stark naked.

The handsome man was grinning with expectation—and his enormous prick was
sticking up like a telephone pole!

Holy shit! Karen thought.

The man’s prick was twice as big as any that the teenager had ever 
encountered.

And her sexy mother was gazing at that massive cock with fond 
familiarity.

Karen sank down to her knees beside the bedroom door, cupped her cunt in 
her hand and settled down to watch the show.

It was a performance well worth viewing.

CHAPTER THREE

Laura let the frilly garment flutter to the floor as she stepped up to 
the bed. Her nipples were standing out like rosy rockets from the areola 
pads, her cunt was foaming and she was licking her lips.

The sight of that female body, sexually aroused, thrilled Karen almost as
much as the sight of the man’s cock—but not quite, for Jason Hemmings was 
blessed with a prick of gigantic scope and mouth-watering beauty.

Karen’s eyes flashed from tit to cunt to cock and she licked her lips.

Laura was looking down and her lover pulsed his prick, making the meat 
jolt.

His cockhead was a wedge of purple meat like a clenched fist atop his 
long, thick prickshaft. A vein as thick as Karen’s little finger seamed the
underside of his cock, spreading out into the flaring cock-knob.

His balls looked as big as canteens at the base of his towering cock, 
and, naturally, the image of a canteen made Karen think of what there was 
to drink from them, and wonder if Mom was as thirsty as she was.

That question was soon answered in no uncertain terms as her mother bent 
down, her heavy tits swaying, and kissed the tip of his prick 
affectionately.

“It’s a good thing I came down, darling,” ; Laura said, drawing back 
slightly to gaze at his groin.

“Yeah, I was thinking about you, baby, I was just gonna jerk my cock,” 
Jason grunted.

“Ooooh—what a waste!” Laura squealed.

“Naw, I was gonna jerk off in a jar, so you could drink it later,” the 
man said.

Karen gasped silently at hearing her mother addressed so crudely. But 
Laura only grinned.

“Can you cum twice?” the tawny-haired woman asked.

“Sure, baby,” Jason rasped.

“Ummmmmm—good, darling! I wanna drink your hot, thick jizz first, then 
fuck you silly!”

“Be my guest,” Jason said, sitting up a bit.

Karen was thrilled to the core at the prospect of watching her mom suck 
cock. She loved sucking cock, herself, but it wasn’t the sort of thing that
a happily married woman and mother should be doing with a bachelor 
neighbor, and being depraved made it more exciting.

The teenaged peeper wasn’t sure which was going to turn her on more, 
watching her mother take it in the mouth or up her cunt, but it was a moot 
point.

Karen intended to watch it all.

And gazing up from the foot of the bed, she could see all the juicy 
details.

Jason’s balls were ballooning spectacularly, and his cock was bucking 
like a bronco as Laura leaned over his loins and her warm breath wafted 
onto him.

“Lick it—suck it!” he croaked.

Yeah—suck and swallow, Mom—Karen thought. Her own lips had formed an oval
and her tongue was fluttering out in an envious echo of her mother’s mouth.

Tawny hair tumbling over her cheeks, Laura bent down and touched the tip 
of her tongue against the tip of his cock. She gave it a lick and pulled 
back, purring as the succulence registered on her taste buds.

Pre-cum bubbled from his pisshole, flowing out like a strand of melting 
pearls.

Laura lapped at his greasy cock-knob again, sighing with pleasure. She 
began to slide her nimble tongue all around the bulging purple slab, laving
the wedge-shaped slopes and licking at his oozing pisshole.

She lapped up his preliminary jizz hungrily, and her drool washed freely 
down his prickshaft.

“Yummy!” she murmured. “I adore your delicious cockmeat, darling! I love 
to drink your cum!”

What a naughty Mom! Karen thought.

And what a lucky Mom, for that matter…

The girl felt as if her eyeballs were going to melt as they registered 
the erotic sight. Her mother’s moist, pink tongue fluttered all over the 
man’s massive cockhead, bathing the bulging knob with slobber.

Jason humped up from the bed, pushing his cockhead against her lips, 
trying to fuck it into her face.

But Laura was enjoying the preliminary licking and wasn’t ready to suck 
for creamy conclusions just yet. The best part of sucking a prick was 
obviously the magic moment when it hosed her mouth and throat, but she was 
in no hurry for that treat.

Tipping her head sideways, Laura slid down and started to tongue his 
swollen balls.

She moaned as the flavor of gamy, musky ball-meat made her tongue tingle.
She slurped juicily, feeling his cum load shift around inside the bags.

She flattened her tongue at the base of his cockshaft and drew it slowly 
up the length of that towering tool, licking along the raised ridge of a 
big vein.

As her tongue reached the top of his cock, she danced the tip against the
sensitive spot where his huge, flushed cock-knob flared out from his thick 
cockshaft and the dark vein spread into a delta below his prickhead.

Her tawny head bobbing, she licked up and down his cockshaft, 
crisscrossing with her lapper, slurping and laving, soaking the fat cock 
with her drool.

More pre-cum dribbled from his pisshole and poured down his cockstalk, 
and Laura lapped it up hungrily as it washed on down to meet her flashing 
tongue.

The cock-hungry, cum-starved woman was whimpering with glee as that gooey
prelude whetted her appetite, getting her taste buds and tummy ready for 
his full load.

“Ahhhhhhhh—scrumptious!” she moaned as she licked up another slimy 
tongueful off his cockshaft.

Jason’s cockhead was being neglected as Laura licked on his cockshaft, 
and that giant slab was starting to glow like a light bulb. The smoking 
prickmeat looked hot enough to blister a tongue.

“Suck it, baby—suck me off!” he groaned, trying to fuck it into her mouth
again.

Laura teased him, tonguing his slimy cock-knob but not opening her lips 
wide enough to engulf it. She drew back to gaze at it with a wolfish grin, 
then ducked down and whipped her tongue over the bulging slab some more.

Her eyes crossed as she stared in at his cock. Laura was keeping a 
careful watch on how swollen his prick was and how lavishly his preliminary
spunk was oozing out. She loved the licking, and would have gladly carried 
on for hours, but she didn’t want her lover to shoot off unexpectedly, 
before his prick was in her mouth.

Her saliva was rising in a steamy mist from the hot meat of his 
cock-knob. Streaks of thick jizz were laced through her drool as his 
pre-cum slid down.

Her tawny head shifted down and she mouthed his balls some more, savoring
them and judging how ready they were to blow off.

She calculated that his prick was almost ready to blow the cum out, and 
that she didn’t dare spend much more time on the preliminaries.

She dragged her tongue up the underside of his cockshaft again, but this 
time when she reached the apex of the slurping stroke, she turned her face 
down over his cockhead.

“Oh, yeah!” he grunted, realizing that she was about to start the sucking
that would empty his balls. He hiked up and reached down to stroke the back
of her blonde head with his hand, gently coaxing her face down.

Laura kissed the greasy tip of his prick, then let her lips slowly part 
as she fed it into her maw.

“Ahhhhh—milk me off!” Jason sighed.

And, crouching at the bedroom door, a very excited little teenager 
wordlessly echoed his sentiments.

Milk his meat, Mom, Karen thought.

And they both got their wish.

CHAPTER FOUR

Jason moaned as Laura’s hot mouth enveloped his smoking-hot cockhead. His
hand was still behind her tawny head and he pushed down as he thrust up, 
coaxing her to start bobbing up and down on his prick.

Laura’s lips were collaring the head of his prick just below the knob’s 
flaring edge. Her lips turned outward and her cheeks sucked in. She was 
nursing with gusto on his tasty purple cockhead.

Her beautiful face was glowing with cocksucker’s glee, relishing that 
meaty mouthful greedily.

She sucked adoringly on his cockhead, her drool running freely from her 
lips and sliding down his prickshaft. Her head was twisting from side to 
side as she wound her lips around on his cock like a nut on a bolt, adding 
the sensation of torque to the suction of her mouth.

“Ummmmmm—ahhhhhh!” she sighed, nursing ecstatically on the savory slab 
and thrilled by the way the swollen meat was throbbing so urgently in her 
mouth.

Laura began to bob her head up and down, feeding more of his cock in each
time she bobbed down. She took a third of the long prick in, then half of 
it, then swallowed three quarters of the way down.

Watching this, her little girl, a good sucker in her own right, wondered 
if talented sucking was the sort of thing that one inherited—if there was 
such a thing as a cocksucking gene.

Laura dragged her mouth up his cock and her lips peeled outward as she 
sucked through every sweet and succulent inch of that pulsating mouthful. 
She seemed to be pulling her mouth inside-out as she bobbed up.

She sucked on up to his cockhead, lingered on the slab for a moment, then
moved her tawny head back down and gorged on almost all of his iron-hard 
prick.

She slurped up and ducked down again, and this time she took it all. His 
enormous prick disappeared as she gulped down to the hilt.

Her lips were glued to the root of his cock, her chin jammed to his 
swollen balls and her nose rustling around in his wiry cockhair. Her chin 
shifted from side to side as she nibbled on the mouthful, and she flashed 
her frenzied tongue back and forth against the veined underside.

Jason began to thrust up steadily from the bed, groaning as he fucked her
face. He was using her mouth like a cunt and they both loved it—and so did 
the teenager kneeling at the door.

Laura met his lunges in eager counterpoint, moving her head down as he 
humped up, taking his prick into her mouth balls-deep, then sucking through
every precious inch as he pulled back out to the knob.

Her hair fell in a tawny cascade over his groin as his cock vanished into
her facial fuckhole and her lips plastered to the hairy hilt.

“Umpfffhhhh!” she gasped as his cockhead clogged her gullet, choking her 
breath off. But she took it gladly and held it buried, then slowly pulled 
back up. “Ummmmm!”

She nursed on the cockhead and gorged on his prickshaft, going crazy on 
the delicious feast.

Her lover was trembling all through his muscular body now, as her magic 
mouth drew him toward the crest.

Jason looked down his torso, watching his thick cock slide in and out of 
her mouth. He threw his head back, staring at the ceiling, then looked down
at her busy head again, pumping his prick in frantically.

Laura drew her lips up to the dribbling tip of his fat cockhead and 
whispered on the meat. “Shoot, Jason—slime in my mouth, darling!” She moved
her head up and down, gurgling and gulping on his steaming stalk, then 
collared the cockhead again and sucked down the shaft. She breathed in and 
out, sucking and blowing as if she were trying to inflate his balls by 
blowing them up via his cock.

“Jizz in my fucking mouth—feed me your hot, thick fuckjuice! Oooooh, 
darling, I need your cum!”

Her lips were softly stirring on his cockhead as she begged for his 
spunk. Her mouth twisted around on the greasy, bubbling, oozing slab as she
whimpered her passionate pleas, exciting Jason by her wanton words almost 
as much as she was by the steady action of her cocksucking mouth.

It was giving her little girl a kick to hear her begging for jizz, as 
well.

“Shoot off for me, Jason—juice for me—I’m hot for your spunk!” Her head 
was ducking up and down as she spoke now, her lustful words choked off as 
she stuffed her gullet. “Give me your—glubbbbb—slime, darling! Hose 
my—umpffffhhhh—throat with your—mumpppffff—cockjuice! ” Her head rode on 
his cock, grinding right down until her chin was jammed in his groin. She 
seemed to want to swallow him, balls and all.

“Use my mouth for a cunt, Jason!

Whitewash my fucking throat! Hose my head, baby!”

Her face slammed down in a swirl of tawny hair and she gulped as his knob
plugged her throat again. Jason was thrusting up frantically, meeting her 
mouth. His hot cock was hissing through her lips, filling her mouth, 
sliding over her tongue as he plunged back to her throat.

“Gonna blow!” he rasped.

“Ooooooh—ohhhhh!” she squealed in hot anticipation, longing for his cum.

“Cumming! Here it cums!” he gasped.

Laura clamped her Ups onto his cockhead and inhaled as his balls exploded
titantically. His steaming cum sped up his thundering cockshaft and a 
creamy cascade came spurting from his open pisshole.

The spunk sloshed over her tongue, driving her taste buds to a frenzy, 
then skidded back and poured down her throat, feeding her a hot, thick 
drink.

Jason shot as he jerked back, shooting off on the recoil, then spurted 
again as he thrust up and in. He spilled a dose of goo straight down her 
throat, then splashed another glob onto her tongue, so that the wanton 
woman had the joy of tasting it before the thrill of drinking it.

Her head was a blur as she moved it up and down in utter rapture and 
enthusiasm, milking and nursing and sucking, gasping and gulping as she 
gorged herself on spunk.

The flow soon began to ebb.

“More—keep creaming!” she wailed in her insatiable greed. Her belly was 
already so full she could feel his slime slosh around inside her, but still
the unfaithful wife and mother yearned for more, wishing her lover’s cock 
were a cornucopia of cum, his load endless.

Inspired by her pleas, Jason began to cum with renewed vigor.

Laura flashed and danced her tongue against the underside of his prick as
he fucked it in and out. Her lips and cheeks were pulling and dragging 
hungrily on his cockshaft, then sucking on his cock-knob and gulping from 
his pisshole.

He painted her mouth and whitewashed her throat. Creamy coils ran into 
her indented cheeks and thick white cum curled onto her pink tongue. The 
stuff was coming out in slimy ropes and gooey globs. It squirted back into 
her throat, trickled onto her tongue, then sprayed out again, jets of jizz 
flying into her lips from all angles.

Laura loved it—and how her little girl envied her that lavish load!

Laura sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked in a pricksucker’s 
paradise, cum drinker’s ecstasy, milking it from his meat.

And her enthusiastic efforts were having their own reward, for Jason just
kept shooting off. His balls seemed to hold an endless supply. His sexual 
energy was also endless. Laura felt as if her mouth were a cave through 
which an underground river flowed to a slimy sea.

And despite his lavish orgasm, his cock was staying fat and firm in her 
mouth.

But Laura knew that after she drank him dry, he would still have another 
load for her pussy.

And her daughter, deeply impressed, was wondering if the potent man might
have some left for her, as well.

Karen was scooping cuntjuice out of her crotch with both hands and 
lapping the succulent slime up from her palms and fingers, but the peeper 
was only pleasuring her pussy and mouth incidentally, most of her attention
and concentration on what she was watching, her voyeur’s eyes taking 
precedence for the time being.

Watching her mom suck off a cock was the most thrilling experience of her
life and, despite her own smoldering need, the nymph was content to 
watch—for a while.

Yet a plan was forming in her fevered mind.

It wasn’t right for her mother to have sex with the neighbor, to cheat on
Karen’s devoted daddy, to make her own husband a cuckold by letting another
guy empty his cock and balls into her mouth.

Karen figured that she had a duty to her daddy. She really was obligated 
to seduce Jason Hemmings and win his love away from her mother.

A teenaged girl with a hungry mouth and a hot cunt can justify just about
anything.

CHAPTER FIVE

The blow job was winding down at last, but ebbing off slowly as the 
virile man fed Laura the last of his cum. She was gulping it down as fast 
as she could, but his enormous orgasm was proving too plentiful for even 
her large appetite. As she gobbled more goo down, some of the stuff spilled
from her lips and trickled down both sides of her chin.

Stray streaks slid down his thick cockshaft, so she dove down and sucked 
it back into her mouth. Her tongue was soaking it up like a sponge.

Laura’s mouth was brimming with jism.

Each time she swallowed, Jason shot more into her maw. Cum swirled 
through her teeth, floated in creamy clouds into her cheeks and filmed the 
arched roof of her mouth like a wash of limestone.

Her tongue was bobbing around like an inflatable raft in a slimy sea.

She sucked as if she were inhaling his cock and cum down into her lungs 
and the virile fellow accommodated her with one last spurt of spunk.

Then, moaning, he stopped thrusting into her horny head and sprawled back
on the bed, his arms and legs flung out as if he had been crucified by his 
orgasm.

Laura was relentless in her randy hunger, and she kept on diving up and 
down, milking merrily away, making absolutely certain that not a single 
precious gob of cum still lurked in his balls or cock.

Her belly was so full that she felt inflated like a blow-up sex doll, yet
still she wanted more of the precious nectar of his balls, the ambrosia of 
his groin. Laura could have spent an eternity drinking from his cock—or any
cock, for that matter, as long as it was big and hard and full of jizz.

Jason was gaping down at her, thrilled by her insatiable appetite and 
enthusiasm—and her daughter was staring at her in a kind of respectful awe,
thinking that her mom loved to drink from a prick even more than she did, 
herself—and that was sure saying a mouthful!

Jason was quivering and shaking, his hard thighs twitching convulsively, 
his heels drumming on the mattress. Now that his balls were drained, it 
felt as if Laura’s mouth was sucking his guts out for dessert.

Laura kept on sucking on his prick lovingly. It had softened just 
slightly, shrunk just a little, but it was still tense and promising. His 
balls were slack and deflated, but that didn’t trouble her in the least. 
Laura knew that Jason was potent, and knew, too, that her magic mouth could
have given a noodle a hard-on.

Finally, she collared his cock-knob only and folded her fist around his 
cockshaft. Squeezing the taut tube, she pulled her fist up and down, 
managing to coax one last gooey glob of jizz out of his pisshole by the 
frigging action.

Then she drew her lips off his cockhead with a slurp and turned to gaze 
into his face, smiling dreamily. She let her soaking lips part and shoved 
her tongue out so that her lover could see the last of his jizz streaking 
her moist pink flesh. Her throat pulsed as she swallowed the last drops, 
her mouth still open so that Jason could see his cum slide down her throat.

Karen tongued some more cuntjuice from her palm as she watched her mother
swallow Jason’s spunk, jealous of the man’s delicious-looking juice.

“God, I love to drink your cum!” Laura sighed.

She turned her face down onto his cock again. His cock and balls were 
glazed with a coating of congealing cum that had escaped her greedy maw, so
she used her pliable lapper to spoon the residue up.

Then she slurped his cockhead back into her mouth and munched on the 
prickmeat, getting it iron-hard again. His balls were starting to recharge 
themselves as his virile glands spun out a new spunk load.

She mouthed his cock until it was as stiff and vibrant as it had been 
before he had blown off his wad—as hard and as full of cum as if he hadn’t 
had his balls drained off for a week.

When she let his prick slip from her lips again, the flaring cock-knob 
was polished to a purple shine.

Jason started to rise, but Laura gently pushed him back down on the bed.

“Stay there, honey, I wanna ride your cock and fuck myself silly!” she 
moaned.

Karen was of two minds about this.

In a way, she had been hoping that her mother would go away now, so that 
she could have a chance to suck Jason’s tasty prick.

But she knew that watching her mom get fucked would be lots of fun—and, 
too, she figured that Jason’s cock would be even more delicious after it 
had been fucking her mom’s creamy pussy.

It would be like oral incest by proxy to taste her mother’s pussy on his 
prick.

The teenager was so hot in the crotch now that she thought her shorts 
might melt or that the blue material might begin to smolder like sulphur. 
Kneeling, she unfastened the shorts and tugged them down so that she could 
get at her cunt without any restraint.

Then, placing both hands on her pussy, she prepared to enjoy the second 
part of the show.

Laura twisted onto her knees and threw one thigh across so that she was 
straddling her lover’s hips. Her back was facing the door, and Karen knew 
that, in her position, she was perfectly situated to be able to see all the
details of the fuck in detail.

With his swollen balls cushioned against her bushy cunt, Jason’s cock was
towering up Laura’s tummy so tall that the glowing cock-knob was almost 
brushing her tits.

She gazed down, loving how long his prick was as it loomed up before her 
torso, anticipating the familiar joy of having it stuffed up to the very 
core of her swampy, steaming pussy.

Karen couldn’t see Jason’s prick for the moment, but she could see his 
balls in her mother’s crotch and, just as exciting, she could also see her 
mother’s juicy cunt. That hot hole was pouring out cuntjuice, ribbons of 
the creamy stuff running down Laura’s thighs.

Karen inhaled, breathing in the fragrance of her mom’s pussyjuice and 
drooling over the tantalizing aroma.

The girl’s imagination was running wild, and the very idea of sucking her
mother’s cunt was making her drool.

Laura was rolling her gently rounded belly against Jason’s standing cock.
It was like a branding iron pressed to her loins. She cupped his balls and 
rubbed them in her cuntbush as she ground her tummy on his cockshaft.

Then she leaned down, levering his prick up as she did so, shoving her 
tits into Jason’s eager face. He cupped the fat mounds and craned his neck,
lifting his face up and licking at the taut pink tips.

Laura squirmed happily against him as he began to suck on her swollen 
nipples, making them stiffen in his lips, enjoying this foreplay before 
they began to fuck.

Karen was enjoying it, too.

The teenager’s tongue was flicking in and out and her lips were sucking 
just as if she had a mouthful of her mom’s meaty tits. She envied Jason 
almost as much as she envied her mother’s access to the man’s dynamic cock 
and balls.

But she supposed that aspect was mere fantasy, a dream never to be 
realized.

She could seduce the neighbor, she was sure, winning her mother’s lover 
away from the woman. But she didn’t really think that she would ever have 
sex with her mom.

For the moment, she could only wait—and watch.

CHAPTER SIX

Holding her tits in Jason’s upturned face and wriggling around on the 
lever of hard cockmeat that was jutting up against her belly, Laura felt a 
glob of pre-cum, as hot and greasy as melted wax, suddenly spill from his 
pisshole and rub onto her tummy.

That seepage told the lascivious lady that it was time to get his cock 
stuck up her pussy, or else she was taking a chance that he might shoot off
too soon.

She squirmed up on trembling, rippling thighs and his cock slid down her 
belly. The bloated tip slipped against her tawny cuntmuff, then jolted back
and flared like a smoldering coal in her groin.

Her cuntlips pulled and sucked like a bearded mouth on his purple 
cockhead. Laura reached behind her ass and cupped his balls, fondling and 
feeling, pleased at how full of jizz they were. He had as much built up for
her pussy now as he had spurted into her mouth to begin with.

She pumped her belly in and out so that her steaming cuntslit was rubbing
across his cockhead, mopping his prick-knob with her sodden cunt without 
taking more than just the greasy tip into her cunt.

His prick was rubbing over her clit, making the lustful lady moan and 
whimper. More preliminary jizz spilled from his cock and ran into her gooey
pussy, mixing in with the cuntjuice already pooled in her cuntslit.

Jason kept on nursing on her nipples, switching from tit to tit and 
tonguing into her deep, smooth cleavage as his face turned from nipple to 
nipple.

Her nipples swelled in his lips and, as if they were somehow connected to
his prick by some magical internal network, his cockhead pulsed and 
throbbed in echo.

It felt wonderful to have that bulging slab pumping in her cuntslit and 
on her clit—and made her even more eager to have it all up her fuckhole.

She lowered her haunches slightly and took the head of his prick into her
foaming fuckslot. Her cuntlips closed snugly around his thick, heavily 
veined cock, holding his cock-knob in her cuntslit just as, before, she had
held that flaring wedge in her mouth and sucked on it.

Clamping his prick in her cuntslot, she twisted and jerked her ass and 
hips around, winding her cunt on his cockhead. Milky juice streamed down 
his cock as her pussy spilled it out, and the tide of her nectar was shot 
through with thicker threads of his pre-cum in a creamy filigree.

Laura began to push on down, taking his rampant prick up into her randy 
cunt inch by sweet inch. She paused with half of the long prick buried. She
straightened up and her tits swung from his face and heaved up before her 
like counterweights balancing her ass.

Then she slammed her cunt on down and buried his prick to the hilt, 
gasping with bliss as she felt the hot cockmeat stuff her pussy to the 
brim.

She squatted down on his groin, holding all of his prick up her pussy. 
Her cunt was plastered to the hairy hilt on his cock, and his balls were 
jammed to the curve of her ass. She squirmed and wriggled on his prick, not
yet starting to ride up and down.

Jason pulsed his prick, making the iron-hard meat jolt inside her pussy. 
His cock-knob was in the very core of her cunt, smoldering like an ember, 
and his long cock was levering like a crowbar up her pussy.

Her sodden cunt gripped him tightly, molding to the contours of his fat 
prick. She worked her inner muscles and the rings of her cunt-sleeve 
rippled up his cockshaft, from hilt to head, as if she were using her 
steaming fuckhole to frig him off inside her loins.

She swayed on the spike, transfixed, feeling so full that she thought her
hips might dislodge from their sockets, half expecting to feel the smoking 
head of his prick flare in her chest.

Then she began to ride him.

Jason thrust up from the groaning bed, groaning, himself, as he met her. 
Laura slammed down, taking his cock deep up her cunt. Her heavy, firm ass 
was churning and her hips pumped like pistons as she stuffed herself on his
massive prick, riding wildly on the bucking saddle of his driving pelvic 
platform.

She jerked faster and his steely cock hissed up into her sliding pussy, 
filling her to the core, stuffing her like a trophy. She was flopping 
around like a rag doll on his cock as he thrust it up her, then screwing 
her cunt down with an intensity as great as his own.

His cock was bouncing around in her belly, rattling her bones, 
threatening to fuck her apart. Her pussy was turning to jelly on his 
jolting prick.

“Yeah—yeah, ride me, Laura—fuck your ass off on my prick!” he groaned.

He bridged deeply under her as she danced a wanton waltz on his towering 
cock. He arched so deeply he seemed to have been shot through with a 
high-voltage current, his backbone twisting up convulsively.

She bounced on his groin in glee, bouncing and squirming, moving her 
juicy cunt up and down in a frenzy.

Karen was in a bit of a frenzy, herself.

She could see it all from the doorway. Jason’s cock emerged, glistening 
with cuntjuice, a big vein pounding up the underside of his cock. He held 
himself rigid, letting Laura set the pace.

Laura rose up until only his cockhead was stuffed in her gooey cunt, 
balanced atop his pole for an instant, then slammed down and took all of it
once more.

As she filled her fuckhole on his fat prick, cuntjuice sprayed liberally 
from her pussy. Her groin was lathered, juice and ribbons ran down her 
inner thighs. Jason’s balls were so drenched with her cuntjuice that it 
looked as if they had suffered a blow-out and his own heavy spunk load had 
poured through the ruptured flesh.

His prick fucked in, pumping more juice from her furry cunt. Laura’s head
snapped from side to side, blonde hair tumbling over her cheeks, her lovely
face twisted into a mask of animal lust, primitive passion. They were 
fucking with a savage, brutal vigor.

Karen’s tongue was hanging out like a panting hound’s. The girl felt as 
if her lapper was being pulled by mysterious, unseen forces—drawn like an 
iron filing toward the magnet of Jason’s cock and her mom’s cunt.

Her nipples were standing out and her clit seemed to be springing from 
her cuntslit, as those erotic buds, too, were drawn toward the action.

Karen wished that she could join the adulterous lovers, diving in 
tongue-first! She longed to lick Jason’s balls and tongue his gleaming cock
as it fucked in and out of her mother’s cunt—and she was yearning every bit
as much to suck her mom’s cunt.

But she didn’t expect that to happen.

Karen was confident that the moment she got Jason alone she could at 
least have the pleasure of tasting her mother’s pussy on his slimy prick, 
swallowing the liquids of lesbian love second hand, pleasuring her mouth 
with a sweet blend of cockmeat and cuntjuice.

Karen was looking forward to enjoying some oral incest by prick proxy. It
was a kinky kick to watch them fucking, but she was so smoldering-hot by 
this stage of the game that she was hoping they would finish soon, so that 
she might get a crack at the man.

They were pumping away with such fury now that Karen knew it couldn’t 
last much longer, “Cum in Mom’s cunt!” she whispered, “Cream on his prick, 
Mom! Ooooooh—juice off together! Cream, Jason! Melt, Mommy!”

As if they were obeying the girl’s urging, they fucked together even 
faster, slamming in horny harmony as they rose toward a simultaneous 
orgasm.

Laura jolted down and the firm cheeks of her shapely ass spread, giving 
her little girl a glimpse of her tight little shithole.

Even that tart slot looked tasty to the horny, hungry watcher in the 
doorway. Karen’s fevered imagination was running wild. She was thinking 
that maybe her mother and Jason might fuck each other into oblivion, 
cumming so savagely that they both blacked out—and that Karen might have 
the opportunity to sneak into the bedroom and tongue them both while they 
lay sprawled out unconscious.

The teenager shoved her fingers into her mouth, sucking up her own 
pussyjuice. She nudged a finger into her asshole and wriggled it around, 
then put it in her mouth and made believe she was rimming out her mom’s 
shitter.

“Ohhhh—shoot, cream!” she wailed, speaking the words aloud in her frenzy.

But the fuckers didn’t hear her pleas as they concentrated completely on 
fucking and cumming in a mutual melting, mating like rutting beasts as they
surged to the peak of passion together.

“Gonna cream!” Laura gasped. “Shoot in me, darling! Jizz me while I juice
off!”

Jason grasped her hips and fucked her cunt up and down on his prick, 
helping her to fuck even faster. The fierce friction brought him to the 
crest just as Laura’s pussy spasmed.

“Here it cums!” Jason howled.

“Hose my cunt!” Laura screamed.

And they climaxed together, pleasuring each other in a simultaneous 
orgasm—and driving a naughty teenager crazy as she played the spectator.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Jason and Laura were churning together in a fucking frenzy as they soared
to the peak. He fucked his prick up into her cunt like a rocket blasting 
off. Her pussy was melting as his cock rammed in through her thick 
pussyjuice, and his balls blew as he sank in to the hilt.

His jizz blew into her, hitting the depths of her loins so hard it seemed
as if he might blow her right off the end of his cock.

Laura slammed her cunt up and down frantically on his squirting cock as 
her cunthole melted again and again and her clit kept exploding savagely.

“Unghhhh!” he grunted, ramming in again.

As his fat cock stuffed her pussy, cuntjuice and jizz pumped out in a 
creamy white paste, turning their coupling crotches to swamps.

Jason fed his cock into her fuckhole and his slime kept spurting out in 
repeated geysers. She wailed with joy. His cock was firing off like a 
howitzer and her cunt was dissolving like a target being shot apart.

Laura was riding his explosive cock in a rapture, feeling as if she had a
hose stuck up her pussy as he sprayed her cunt lavishly, quenching her 
fires.

Her clit went off like a blasting cap, setting off another detonation in 
the depths of her loins, so dynamic it felt as if her pussy was packed with
plastic explosives and his cock was a stick of smoldering dynamite.

It seemed as if they were never going to stop cumming. He shot and shot 
again. Laura bounced up and down on his cock as the spasms ripped through 
her belly and loins. She was jerking around like a puppet on a string, 
controlled by some mad puppet master of passion.

Her head flew back and forth and her heavy tits flopped over his 
lust-contorted face. She slid her ass from side to side as she screwed her 
steaming fuckhole on down to the hilt of his vibrant cock.

Jason gurgled as the last of his cum shot from his cockhead, lashing her 
pussy.

Drained, he sank back on the bed.

Laura kept on whipping her cunt up and down on his cock for a while, 
shuddering as she worked off the last sweet jolts of her own climax. She 
slowed, moving up and down with steady deliberation and angling her cunt so
that all of his prick rubbed over her clit as it went in and out, making 
sure she had got every spasm pumped out.

Then she sank over him and they embraced lovingly, still stuck together 
and panting in the aftermath of such an exhausting mutual melting. The 
adulterers kissed and cuddled and cooed in tender satisfaction.

Jason’s big prick began to soften and diminish in her flooded cunt. Soon 
it came snaking from her gash. The fat knob stuck for a moment, then popped
out like a cork from a bottle—releasing a gooey mixture of their mingled 
juices.

His prick flopped down along his shaking legs and a tide of combined cum 
poured from her vacated pussy. Karen thought the stuff looked as thick as 
melted lead as it flowed out and began to congeal in her mom’s groin.

Laura moved from Jason’s loins, smiling happily, her face glowing with a 
well-fucked radiance.

She twisted down and kissed his limp prick.

Karen held her breath, groaning. The teenaged tart was hoping that her 
greedy mother wasn’t going to suck all the cuntjuice and jizz from Jason’s 
cock.

She was looking forward to doing that herself.

And to her delight, Laura gave his rubbery cock-knob only the one 
affectionate kiss and drew away again, leaving the tasty prick coated with 
cream.

The prospect of sucking the well-greased prick was making Karen so hot 
that she half expected to have smoke pouring from her wet mouth.

Jason was grinning at Laura, his eyebrows lifted as if to question her 
intentions.

“I’ll have to get back up to my own apartment now, darling,” the tawny 
woman whispered. She giggled saucily. “I mustn’t keep my husband waiting 
too long. He might get restless.”

Her lover chuckled blatantly.

And Karen once again thought about her daddy—yet she couldn’t wish it any
other way, since she had a duty to interfere in this adulterous affair, 
offering her own nubile body to keep Jason away from her mother.

It was an obligation she was going to relish.

Laura got off the bed and, without making any attempt to mop up the goo 
from her crotch or the coating of spunk on her sensual lips, put her 
dressing gown back on.

Jeez, won’t Daddy get suspicious when Mommy comes home all spunky? Karen 
wondered.

The girl crawled back from the door and got to her feet awkwardly, 
hobbled by her shorts. She quickly darted across the hallway and slipped 
into the unoccupied bedroom, standing beside the door.

She heard them come out together.

After they had gone past, she risked a furtive glance out the door and 
saw them going down to the entrance together. Jason was still stark naked, 
and his cock, although it was rubbery and well-drained now, was still an 
impressive hunk of meat. It looped out from his loins in a fat parabola, 
bobbing slightly as the weighted prick-knob swayed on the end.

At the front door they turned together and kissed again. Laura’s belly 
shifted against his semi-stiff prick, and that huge rig quivered, showing 
very promising signs of easily renewable vigor and tension.

The lovers French-kissed, swapping tongues, licking and sucking at each 
other’s sinful lips and probing into one another’s mouth.

Then Laura broke off the embrace, gave him a sly smile, and went out.

Jason closed the door and turned, and Karen saw that his gigantic prick 
was standing straight out now.

He came walking back toward the bedrooms, as if he were being pulled 
along behind his prick, like a carnal caboose behind a locomotive.

And Karen, bold as brass, stepped out before him.

Jason’s jaw dropped open and his eyes popped out like a pair of 
hard-boiled eggs.

“Karen!” he exclaimed. “Holy shit—what in hell are you doing here?”

She smiled bewitchingly.

Jason couldn’t help but notice that the girl’s shorts were down to her 
knees and that her naked cuntmuff was foaming like a milkshake in a 
blender.

“I was watching you and my mom suck and fuck,” the little minx said.

“Er—ahhhh—it’s not quite what—”

“Oh, it’s okay. Don’t worry. I’m not gonna tell my father about it,” she 
said.

“Well, honey, your father already—” Then he bit the words off, realizing 
that maybe it would be a lot better to keep quiet about the actual 
situation.

Because Burt Webster knew all about his wife’s affair—and the kinky 
fellow not only tolerated it, but actively encouraged them to fuck.

It turned Laura’s husband on.

It had even been his suggestion to begin with.

Burt loved to have his voluptuous wife fuck and suck with other guys and 
then to come back home, all filled up with their fuckjuice, and tell him 
all about it.

So they weren’t really cheating on Burt at all.

But Laura’s approving husband also happened to be Karen’s father, and 
Jason guessed that it would be awkward to explain about her parents being 
kinky—and, besides, with the lithesome blonde teenager standing before him 
with her shorts down around her knees, a smile on her lips and a gleam in 
her eyes, Jason saw some fantastic possibilities.

So he snapped his mouth shut and waited.

The girl drifted closer.

Jason was breathing in the sweet fumes of her overheated cunt. The 
tantalizing fragrance aroused him. His semi-stiff cock began to rise again,
snapping up toward the angle of erection in a series of short, sharp jerks,
until it was standing rampant before his flat belly.

His balls started to balloon once more. Just because he had emptied them 
into her mother twice, didn’t mean they couldn’t fill back up again for his
lover’s luscious little girl.

Karen was openingly gazing at his crotch.

Jason was keeping his mouth closed tight, saying nothing. But Karen’s 
mouth was open and enticing.

“Jason,” she whispered huskily, standing with one supple hip shot out and
licking her lips.

“Yeah?” he rasped through clenched teeth.

“You don’t have to cheat on my dad,” she said. “You don’t have to fuck my
mom.”

“Oh?” he said huskily, intrigued.

“Because I can do anything for you that my mother can!” the naughty 
nymphette sighed.

She stepped closer, trembling like a leaf.

“Anything. And I want to. And—and I will!”

Jason’s prick throbbed violently.

And Karen went down to get it…

CHAPTER EIGHT

Karen sank down onto her knees in front of her mother’s lover. She stared
at his cock as the formidable rig loomed up before her face. The girl 
wanted to do a really good job on his cock—at least as good as her 
cock-hungry mom had—both to please him now and also to make him keen to 
have her do it again often.

She was so hot for his prick that her mouth was like a microwave ready 
for the randy roast.

She blew on his balls, then played her breath on up, panting over his 
prick. She was drooling for a taste, but not rushing it. Since that 
precious mouthful was in the cards, she could afford to linger over the 
anticipation for a while, just as she might have admired a stuffed turkey 
before she sat down to the Thanksgiving feast.

Her eyes felt as agitated as her tongue as she watched his prick flare 
and bulge and buck.

She blew on his cockhead, making the swollen slab glow like a burning 
ember. His prick was so hot that she could feel it radiating into her face,
as if she had been holding a branding iron up before her.

Jason, looking smug, had his hands on his hips and his loins thrust out, 
but like the teenager, he figured there was no need to rush to conclusions.
With a blowjob definite and preordained, he could savor the expectation of 
that hot girl’s mouth, relishing the prospect even more since she happened 
to be the young daughter of his lover.

Karen began to play with his balls and run the tips of her fingers 
.gently up his cockshaft, rubbing against the sensitive spot where his 
cock-knob flared out like the head of a scepter.

The fat wedge expanded as she flicked under it. His meat was already 
filmed from the fucking, and now a blob bubbled from his pisshole as new 
spillage began.

The girl slid a hand around his flank and poked a finger gently into his 
asshole. As her digit nudged into his shitter, Jason automatically thrust 
forward, the cheeks of his ass tightening as he shoved his cock closer to 
the fascinated child’s face.

She worked her finger up his shit chute, teasing the tail end of his 
hard-on inside his groin. Her slim back arched and she pushed her tits out.
Turning from the waist, she began to swing her tits back and forth against 
his cock and balls. Then she bedded his prick in her cleavage.

Jason thrust his loins up, frigging his cock up and down in that slick 
channel. His balls rolled up her tummy and his cock-knob squeezed from the 
top of her deep cleavage and skimmed on up her breastbone.

Pre-cum was dribbling in the wake of his meaty cock as he nudged it into 
the hollow of her throat, then jerked it back down so that the prick-knob 
disappeared between her tits.

Karen played in his asshole for a bit as he tit-fucked her slowly. Then 
she drew her hand back and cupped her tits together, deepening the hot 
cleft and rubbing the edges of her thumbs against the stiff nubs.

His pisshole was oozing heavily now, and his cock was sliding fluidly on 
its own lubrication. It was like hot, highly scented oil soaking into her 
tit-meat. The randy aroma teased Karen, and she tipped her blonde head down
and brushed her cute little nose against his bubbling cock-knob, sniffing 
the fragrance of cockmeat and pre-spunk.

It was great fun getting fucked between her tits, but the flow from his 
cleft was becoming alarmingly lavish and the teenager didn’t want to take a
chance on having him get his rocks off on a tit-fucking. Certainly not this
first time, at least. If she was to seduce this huge-cocked man away from 
her mother, she knew that she was going to have to employ all her 
considerable skill and technique, sucking like a vacuum cleaner and fucking
like a mink.

She sat back on her heels and his cock jerked out of her slimy cleavage. 
The cock-knob snapped up and whacked against her flat belly with a dull 
thud.

Jason tossed his head and shoulders back, shoving his prick up 
enticingly. Karen started working at the base, licking and lapping at his 
balls, sighing as her taste buds tingled with the taste.

She laved all over the expanding bags. Jason placed his hands on the 
girl’s slender shoulders, as if he needed to support himself as his thighs 
trembled violently.

He was grimacing—a grin modified by the tightness of his jaws. What a 
treat this was for the man. This little vixen had obviously inherited her 
oral ability from her hot-mouthed mother. The talent was in her blood as 
surely as the meat was in her mouth.

Her pretty face was turning as she nuzzled his balls from all angles, 
sucking the goodness out. She hunkered back for a moment, pausing to gaze 
at what she was eating, then dove in to savor ball-meat again.

Karen was nibbling at his balls as if they were an appetizer, whetting 
her appetite for the main course of cockmeat and the rich dessert of his 
cum.

“Ummmmm—yummy!” she purred.

Jason stared down at the girl and his hands slid up her shoulders to her 
head. He cupped her sweet young face between his palms. But he didn’t try 
to drag her mouth down onto his cock. The girl knew just what she was doing
and he was happy to let her set the pace.

Her ardent mouth had his balls dripping with saliva. It looked as if the 
bloated bags had sprung a leak, as if his jism was seeping out from a 
puncture and Karen was lapping it up straight from the source.

She lifted his balls in her hand and licked at the underside, her tongue 
snaking right back through his crotch as if she was trying to lick his 
asshole.

Then she began to run her tongue up the underside of his fat, veined 
cockshaft.

“Ahhhhhh—Karen, baby—you got a sweeter tongue than your mother!” Jason 
groaned.

Actually there was little difference between those related lappers, but 
he judged, correctly, that it would please the nymphette to be favorably 
compared with her experienced mom.

Karen sighed and looped her lapper out over her sensual lower lip. She 
placed it, flattened, at the base of his long cockshaft, then slowly 
dragged it up, drooling, tracing along a big vein. Her pliable tongue was 
crawling up his prick like a slug climbing a pole.

She tongued from root to crown, slobbering heavily up the length of his 
prick, flicking her lapper as she came back down, then rose slowly up 
again, slurping her own saliva back off his cock.

Pre-cum was trickling down his slick cockhead and running onto his shaft.
Karen gathered it on her tongue. She drew back to savor the slime for a 
second, then swallowed it. She tongued up some more. This time she stuck 
her tongue out so that Jason could see his goo on her tongue, remembering 
that little trick her mother had performed. Then she drank it down with her
lips parted.

This preliminary hint of goodness was making the teenager whimper for his
full dose, tremble in anticipation of feeling his cock explode in her mouth
and his hot, thick cum spurt over her tongue and into her throat.

She knew from experience that a guy’s spunk was hotter and thicker and 
creamier when it was shooting right out of his cockhead than when she was 
simply licking up the seepage from his prickshaft.

The precious stuff was oozing out in solid lumps by this time, clinging 
to Jason’s cock like beads, running like heated pearls onto her tongue.

She whipped her nimble tongue against the flaring underside of his 
cockhead, sucking up some more gooey globs like oysters on the half-shell.

She slid her tongue over the top of his cock-knob, slurping up jizz as it
boiled from his pisshole. Jason was swaying from side to side and rocking 
back on his heels, thrusting his prick up and down in her face.

Karen slid back down and, mouthing his balls some more, watched another 
creamy tide of pre-cum unwind slowly down his vibrating cockshaft. She 
waited until the glob was at the root of his prick, then flicked it up with
her tongue like a frog snatching a fat fly from the stem of a plant. The 
spunk sizzled in her frothy mouth.

“Suck it! Suck me off!” he gasped.

Jason was afraid that he might shoot off prematurely, sending his geyser 
up into the air, probably hitting the ceiling and certainly splashing in 
his own face.

But Karen, with a practiced eye, was keeping careful track of his 
readiness. She had milked off enough pricks in her mouth to recognize the 
warning signs, and she judged that she still had a minute or two to play.

Tipping her radiant face to the side, she placed her lips against the 
shaft of his prick, at the underside. She drew her mouth up slowly, as if 
she were gnawing the shaft like a meaty bone. He gasped. Her strawberry 
blonde head moved up and down as if she were playing a harmonica.

“Ahhhhh!” she moaned as she mouthed his prick, making it hum like a 
vibrator.

Jason was groaning as he gazed down and watched the sweet little girl 
play on his cock. She pulled her lips up, then pushed back down. His 
cockhead loomed out, flaring in a wide wedge of glossy purple meat.

“God! You’ll make me cream!” he gasped.

It was fair warning—and Karen knew that it was time for a drink from his 
cock.

CHAPTER NINE

Karen pulled her full, sensual, spunky lips up his cockshaft again, and 
as she came to the cockhead this time, she turned her face down over it.

She lapped lovingly at his oozing pisshole, then let her lips part and 
took his cock-knob into her greedy mouth. Her lapper slid against the 
underside and her lips peeled outward, collaring his cock just under the 
head.

Her cheeks sucked in as she nursed, and her slobber ran down his 
prickshaft in frothy streams.

Jason started to thrust, but she bobbed up and down with him, not letting
him face-fuck her yet, holding only the head of his prick in her lips.

She mouthed his cock-knob voraciously, turning her head so that her lips 
were screwing around on his prick, her face rotating atop the iron-clad 
spindle.

With his cockhead encased in her oval lips, his thick cockshaft was 
sticking out between them like a tubular bridge spanning the gap between 
his balls and her mouth or a pipeline ready to deliver the deluge of his 
boiling hot jizz from his balls to her belly.

The girl was sucking noisily, making plenty of passionate sounds on the 
head of his prick, adding to the sensations he was feeling with those sexy 
sound effects.

Preliminary spunk, blended with her drool, spilled from her mouth and 
poured down his prick. Other pre-cum was soaking into her tongue and fat 
globs were trickling back into her throat.

She panted down his prick, then inhaled as if she was trying to suck his 
guts out. Her enthusiasm thrilled him almost as much, as the feeling of her
voracious teenaged mouth. He thought she could have sucked the batteries 
out of a flashlight—or, more likely, a vibrator. She blew down his prick, 
then sucked up.

“Ummmmm—ummmmmm!” Karen mumbled on his cock, her face glowing with 
cocksuckering joy.

His cock bucked wildly in her face, sliming more goo onto her slurping 
lapper, the sticky stuff oozing out as if she were sucking on a tube of 
glue.

His juice was as rich and creamy as condensed milk and—to Karen’s taste—a
lot sweeter.

She whimpered on his cock-knob. “Wanna cum in my mouth? Want me to 
swallow your spunk? Hummmmm! Gonna feed me like you did my mommy?”

“Ahhhhh—yeah I” he groaned, shoving his cock out through the collar of 
her lips.

Karen began to bob her head up and down as Jason thrust, taking more of 
his cock in each time she sank down. Half of the elongated stalk 
disappeared in her face, then three quarters vanished. He pushed down and 
thrust in and his prick sank in to the hilt.

Karen gulped his cock down like a sword swallower, then pulled her mouth 
back up to the knob.

“Ahhhhhh—cum in my mouth, Jason!” she gasped as she fell into the 
classical rhythm, bobbing her head up and down like a woodpecker on his 
meaty prick.

She turned her face and took his bulging cock-knob into her cheek, 
pushing it out like a chipmunk’s pouch, then took it down her throat again.
His cock was swelling so much that it was stuffing her whole mouth and 
pulling her lips out in a wide oval around his sliding prick.

But the cock-starved teenager took it all joyfully, gulping on down 
toward his balls and gargling on the goo that was running from the prick 
tip.

“Cum—cum—cum!” she gasped, hot to swallow his steaming spunk and horny to
get his cock stuck up her smoldering cunthole for the next encounter.

Her head slammed down and her mouth enveloped him to the hilt. Then she 
pulled back and her mouth moved up, sucking on every hard inch.

Her lips clung so possessively to his prick that as she drew up, she 
seemed to be pulling her mouth inside-out, like an inverted glove, on his 
prick.

Jason’s ass corkscrewed as he face-fucked the girl in a frenzy. He 
pounded his prick in, tilting her head up. He held her cheeks steady 
between his open hands and hammered his cock in like a thunderbolt. Karen 
met him stroke for stroke, gorging insatiably on the greasy plunger.

He had already spilled out so much slime that Karen would have thought 
that he had shot his wad off, if she hadn’t seen how huge a load he had fed
her mother. His preliminary flow was as abundant as most guy’s full loads.

Gasping and panting for his yummy spunk, she began to jack her head up 
and down savagely, doing a wild head-dance on his driving prick.

“Arghhhhh—gonna shoot, kid!” he croaked.

“Umphhhh—ulphhhhh!” she gurgled.

“It’s cumming, kiddo!” he gasped, the words bubbling from his trembling 
lips as if he were speaking under water—as if his spunk load had backed up 
from his balls and filled him up to his voicebox.

He thrust into her mouth and his balls burst.

Suddenly the teenager’s willing mouth was full of his thick fuckjuice.

“Glubbbb—gulppppp!” she gasped as she wolfed it down and made room for 
more.

Hot and thick and delicious, his cum poured over her tongue, sprayed her 
cheeks, flowed in a cascade on down her gulping gullet. Each time she 
swallowed a load, the virile man fed her another, his cock going off like 
the nozzle of a foaming fire extinguisher in her mouth.

Jason squirted out jizz jets as he fucked in and sprayed out more on the 
backstroke. His spunk was soaking into every nook and cranny of her facial 
fuckhole. It seemed as if she were sucking a melting candle, molding all 
the hot wax in the contours of her cocksucking maw.

But candle wax could never have been as scrumptious as the juice from his
dynamite balls, and the greedy vixen couldn’t seem to get enough of the 
stuff. She was sucking as vigorously now as if she hadn’t been fed a load 
of spunk for a month.

Jason squirted, and Karen swallowed. He shot off, and she gulped. He fed 
her and she feasted, quaffing down his quicksilver spunk in ecstasy.

His whole body was shaking as he shot off, lathering her maw, hosing her 
throat. The teenager’s mouth clung to his cock fiercely, working with 
suction like some prick parasite nourishing itself on the horny host.

Yet that meaty host was welcoming the leaching—the relationship was 
symbiotic.

As he fucked away convulsively, nearing the end, Karen mouthed away and 
milked more out. The stuff was so thick it felt as if a thermometer had 
shattered in her mouth and she was drinking the mercury.

His balls were no longer pumping the juice out, but her suction-cup mouth
kept the slimy stream flowing, pulling the dregs out of his pisshole.

A last ropy dose uncoiled on her tongue and his fuckjuice ceased to flow.
The girl felt as if she had swallowed a bucket out of his balls by the time
they were empty. But she kept on sucking to make sure.

Spent and drained dry, Jason wobbled around on the far end of his prick, 
with the fat cock-knob still stuck fast in her suction-cup lips. He seemed 
to have gone limp—not just his cock but his whole body—and Karen blew down 
his cockshaft as if she were instilling new vigor in him.

Jason moaned as she gave him the kiss of life via his meat prick, 
artificially resuscitating him through the tube of his drained cock.

Dimly—and incredibly—the man realized that due to her oral magic, despite
his massive orgasm, his cock was still fat and firm in her mouth.

And that was just as well.

For by this time his lover’s little girl was desperate for a cuntful, and
it was only proper that Jason should accommodate the little tramp.

CHAPTER TEN

Karen naturally assumed that, along with having plenty of fun, she was 
also doing her daddy a favor by taking a lover away from her mother.

But that assumption could not have been further from the sordid truth.

At the same time that Karen dropped to her knees and began to give Jason 
a blowjob, her mother had arrived at the upstairs apartment, where Burt 
Webster was waiting eagerly for the details of her latest transgression.

Burt was a tall, handsome guy with close-cropped hair and steely gray 
eyes. He had a lean, firm jaw and a long, firm prick.

Burt was hung as impressively as Jason.

And Laura wouldn’t have cheated on him at all, if Burt didn’t enjoy it so
much.

But oh, how her husband loved tales of her wayward and wanton ways, her 
marital misbehavior, her faithless frolics in the beds of other men!

He was standing by the tall window, smoking a cigarette, when Laura came 
in. He turned, lifting his eyebrows. She gave him a knowing smile.

“Is Karen home?” she asked.

“Nope,” Burt said, which was true enough—although the details of the 
girl’s whereabouts were certainly unknown to her parents.

Her absence was in no way suspicious. Laura had only inquired because she
liked to make lots of noise when she got fucked and preferred not to have 
to act with restraint because the teenager might be listening.

Pleased that they had the apartment to themselves, Laura went on through 
to the bedroom. She slipped out of her dressing gown and lay down on the 
big bed.

Burt came in a moment later, naked as well. He sat on the edge of the 
bed, grinning. His big prick was sticking up like a periscope from his 
groin.

“Tell me, baby!” he rasped.

She laughed softly, mockingly—knowing it was an attitude that excited 
him. He stared down at her, his gray eyes glinting like flint being struck.

Her sensual lips were all smeared with congealed spunk and her crotch was
lathered with creamy goo. The evidence was plain to see. But Burt wanted to
hear her confession as well as to see the residue of her naughtiness.

Burt, at times, was a voyeur—but all times he was an avid eavesdropper, a
listener as well as a looker. Now he cocked an ear, awaiting her detailed 
description.

“I let myself in,” she said.

Burt laid a hand lightly on her bushy cunt muff, his palm cupping the 
curly mound and his fingers trailing down into her sodden crotch, moving 
gently.

“Jason was in bed, waiting for me. He was lying on his back, naked—with a
huge hard on!”

Burt groaned. He bent down to suck one of her swollen nipples into his 
mouth. As he nursed, she whispered huskily into his attentive ear.

“His prick is big, darling—and delicious!” she purred, flicking her 
tongue out as she spoke. He groaned again, the sound muffled on her fat 
tit.

“I took it in my mouth and sucked until he shot his hot, thick cum out! I
sucked him dry, darling!” she whispered in his ear, squirming and wriggling
as he nursed on her tits.

“Did you swallow it, baby?” Burt asked.

“Oh, yes. I drank his slime!” she sighed. “Not all of it, darling. 
There’s still some on my tongue and lips!”

Burt gasped. His head jerked off her tits and he kissed her passionately 
on her lips, tasting another man’s jizz in her mouth. He sucked Laura’s 
faithless tongue, then stuck his own tongue into her mouth.

Laura sucked her husband’s tongue, showing him how she had been sucking 
the neighbor’s prick.

Presently, he pulled back slightly, his face twisted with fierce and 
frenzied passion.

“Did you fuck him, too?” he asked.

“Yes, darling. After I finished milking him off, his big prick was still 
nice and stiff. I got on top and fucked myself silly on his lovely cock!”

Burt dove on her tits again, switching from tip to tip greedily. She 
stroked his head, sighing, her voluptuous body undulating.

“Did he cum in you?” Burt hissed.

“Ummmmm—lots and lots,” she sighed. “He filled my cunt up with his jizz!”

Burt slid down, kissing and licking at her stomach and belly. He turned 
belly-down on the bed, his head between her parted thighs. Laura hiked up, 
tilting her cunt higher as he gazed at that adulterous swamp.

Her coral-pink cunt was unfolded and full of pearly dew. Her clit stood 
out stiff and swollen and wet. Burt could just imagine another man’s cock 
fucking in and out of that juicy slot, squirting it full of cum.

He licked up the insides of her thighs, turning from one sculptured 
column to the other, lapping up the ribbons of cream that had trickled down
her legs.

His chin went down on the mattress and he snaked his tongue into the 
crack of her ass, tonguing out the spunk that had seeped into that musky 
cleft.

Laura slid both hands down over her loins and spread her fuckhole open 
wide with her fingers.

“Drink out of my cunthole, darling!” she moaned.

Actually, Laura preferred to have her pussy sucked off by a girl—and to 
return the favor, certainly—but she was offering her husband a treat, 
knowing how much the man loved to suck her pussy just after she’d cheated 
on him.

Burt rose up and his tongue slurped out of the crack between her 
asscheeks. He pounced hungrily on her cunt, clamping his mouth on her 
soaking cunt and starting to suck in a feeding frenzy.

Her hairy pussy mopped his face. She heaved her heavy, smooth, firm 
haunches up from the bed, grinding her cunt on his mouth. Her hips pumped 
and her belly churned.

Burt fucked his tongue into her pussy, stabbing it in as deep as it would
go, then slobbering and slurping in her gooey fuckhole, lapping like a dog.

His mouth filled up with her cuntjuices.

He was gobbling the goo from the fucking she had gotten and gulping it 
down. Then the flow got hotter as Laura began to cream off again, adding 
more cuntjuice to the feast. Her kinky husband wolfed it down greedily.

His head turned, jerking from side to side like a terrier shaking a wet 
rat. Then he bobbed up and down, licking her with long slurps. His tongue 
started in the crack of her ass and dragged on up through her open 
cuntslit, whipped over her clit and flipped out in her cuntbush.

“Ohhhh—ooooh—ahhhhh!” Laura wailed as her pussy dissolved in his adoring 
mouth.

He fucked his lapper up her cunt again, using it to spoon her cuntjuice 
out from the inner folds, probing and exploring every interior nook and 
cranny—sending his tongue in where so many cocks had gone.

His hands cupped her under the cheeks of her ass and he hiked her horny 
haunches up higher, tilting her pussy up as if it were a goblet he was 
draining to the dregs, quaffing from her pussy in cuntlapper’s rapture.

Laura orgasmed again, loving it—happy that her husband gave such good 
head.

Burt sucked her up to the highest crest, then sucked her down through the
slow descent.

As he lay belly-down between her legs, his prick was levering down into 
the bed like a crowbar, hiking his hard ass up into the air on the back end
of his hard-on.

Just because Burt loved to have other men put their pricks in his wife 
didn’t mean that he didn’t love to sink his own huge cock into her, as 
well.

And now he was ready to bury his prick—in his own particular fashion…

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Burt was generous with his wife’s body.

Most of it.

He welcomed her infidelity, cherished being cuckolded and had always 
encouraged Laura to fill her hands, stuff her cunt and gorge her mouth 
whenever she met a man she fancied, a prick that turned her on.

But he was possessive about one thing.

Burt kept his wife’s asshole reserved for his own use—and he was ready to
use it now.

Laura’s shithole was sacred. It was the only part of the lustful lady 
that had been virginal when Burt first met her, and no cock but his own had
ever explored her bowels. In that way, at least, she was true to him—and 
had come to him as a cherry bride.

And Laura loved it up the ass as much as Burt loved to ass-fuck her. It 
made her feel virtuous to give her husband his marital dues where no other 
cock had gone.

Seeing how his cock was hammering his ass up, Laura knew she was in for a
good ass-fucking soon, as she spilled out the last of her cuntjuice in his 
mouth.

Burt stirred his pliable, nimble tongue around, mopping up the dregs in 
her cunt. When he finally raised his head out of her steamy groin, his jaws
were dripping like a wolf looking up from a carcass.

Laura smiled and raised her eyebrows.

Burt grunted and nodded.

“Roll over, baby!” he rasped.

She twisted sinuously around, drawing her knees up under her as she 
turned her bottom toward him, presenting her faithful shitter submissively.

She was kneeling with her tawny head down on the bed and her ass hiked up
to the highest part of her position. Burt gave her cunt another slurp, from
behind now. Then he pulled his tongue on up, out of her groin and up 
through the taut crack of her ass.

He licked into her asshole. Then he dropped back down to her crotch, 
slurping from her cunt up to her shitter, using her cuntjuice to grease up 
her ass.

Her tight, puckered little shitter was rippling and opening to his 
coaxing. She loosened her ass muscles as she prepared for his prick.

When he had her tasty, tangy shithole nicely lubricated by his saliva and
her cuntjuice, he spent a few moments sucking on the richly flavored bud 
for the pure pleasure of it, driving his lapper in, French-kissing her 
shithole.

He would have lingered longer over that delectable snack of scrumptious 
asshole, but by this time his cock was on the rampage and his balls were 
about to burst.

He knelt upright and placed his prick into the cleft between her tight, 
trim asscheeks.

He thrust, sliding it up and down through her nether cleavage. The 
throbbing prick rasped over her sensitive asshole like a hacksaw as he 
honed it up, stropping his cock to prepare it for the penetration.

It was frustrating the enthusiastic lady to feel his knob and cock skim 
across her asshole without penetrating, and she began to wail. “Stick it up
my ass, darling! C’mon, fuck my ass—get your prick up my guts!”

Thrusting through the cleft, he grasped her by her hips as she uttered 
those delicate invitations. His own ass hiked up a bit as he levered his 
iron-hard cock and aimed the fat knob into her puckered shitter.

Her snug asshole unfurled, the pale brown hole opening. He nudged the 
blunt tip of his prick into that narrow aperture. Laura’s shithole was well
accustomed to be stuffed full of cock—although only her husband’s cock, to 
be sure—and her shitter began to suck him in greedily, as if she were 
swallowing his prick from the wrong end of her digestive tract, or giving 
him a blowjob backwards.

He thrust out and she jerked back to meet him. The knob of his thick 
prick sank in and vanished in her tight shitter. He began to fuck the rest 
of his long, vibrant cock on in behind the prickhead.

His cockhead was the fattest part of his prick, opening her gooey asshole
for his shaft to follow. Inch by inch he sank up into her shithole.

He paused with half of his prick buried inside her.

But Laura jerked back impatiently, taking the rest of his cock up into 
her guts. His cock-knob was flaring deep in her bowels, his prickshaft was 
levering up her chute and his bloated balls hung down in her crotch.

“Ahhhhhh!” she moaned, adoring the feeling of an assful of throbbing 
prick.

He was buried to the hilt, stuffing her to the brim, the curve of her ass
jammed against his flat belly.

He held it all rammed up her, grinding it around in her asshole as she 
wriggled and squirmed, transfixed on his hard spike, impaled on his prick.

She could feel his cockhead deep in her belly and wondered if that meaty 
slab was splashing around in the cum load she had swallowed out of her 
lover’s prick.

Laura began to move first, pulling her shitter up and down on an inch or 
two of his cock. Then her husband joined in, meeting her with a lunge as 
her ass jerked back and whipping his prick out as she moved forward.

Her asshole distended on the backstroke, pulling out on his cockshaft. 
Then her shitter sucked him back in with a slurp, as greedy as her mouth.

She rolled her haunches and fucked herself onto his vibrant prick as he 
rammed it in and out. She cupped his balls as they swung into her groin and
rubbed them around in her sodden cunt, juicing over them.

His cock fucked in, spreading her asshole wide, stretching the delicate 
membranes. It hurt a little, but only a tingling sensation that was 
glowing, serving to emphasize the pleasure rather than stifle it.

Laura would have welcomed a lovely, prolonged ass-fucking session now, 
but her husband was so horny from sucking her cunt that she knew he 
couldn’t last long.

She could feel the hot drip of his preliminary jizz trickling into her 
digestive system as if he was feeding her intravenously, filling her with 
an exotic home remedy, giving her an erotic enema.

His pre-cum felt as hot and thick and pungent as sulphur and molasses in 
her bowels.

Knowing that his load was soon going to be squirting into her made Laura 
yearn intensely for it. She began to undulate with greater energy, crying 
out in her lust.

“Cum in me—cum in me!” she wailed. “Fill my ass with hot slime!”

Her ass sucked on his cockshaft as he fucked it into her to the hilt, 
plunging in deep and pulling back hard against the clinging suction.

“Yeah—yeah! Pack the fudge, Burt! Turn my guts to caramel cream candy 
with your cum!” the wanton woman gasped.

Laura could often be foul-mouthed in her sexual frenzy, even when her 
mouth was not directly involved in cum-drinking.

“Turn me into a sewer with your slime!”

Burt slammed in, bouncing her round ass off the flat plane of his 
muscular belly and thudding his balls into her groin like weighted 
blackjacks.

He was panting like a locomotive.

Then the whistle on that meat train blew!

His balls went off like a bomb as they hit her cunt, and a great wash of 
fuckjuice flooded into her ass, washing through her guts.

Laura cried out with joy. The jizz was spurting in so deep that she 
damned near expected some of it to come dripping out of her lips, coursing 
its slimy passage all the way through her alimentary canal.

Burt was rutting away like a randy moose as he drained his lust off in 
her ass. His belly whipped against her ass, his balls swung into her crotch
and he heaved her haunches up as he fucked his cock in and out.

Laura’s cunt was creaming all over his balls as he filled her ass with 
his steaming foam. After a while, Burt began to move jerkily, winding down.
Laura kept on pulling her asshole up and down on his cock and holding his 
empty balls against her cunt as she finished melting on them.

Soon they stopped grinding together. His prick was still jammed up her 
ass and he was clinging to her trembling haunches, locked to her like a dog
that has finished fucking a bitch and found himself stuck.

He began to draw his prick back out as it had gone in, inch by inch. The 
soiled cock came out, pulling her shitter open along the way. His fat 
cock-knob stuck for a moment, then it came out with a slurp.

He sat back on his heels, his huge prick bobbing up and down as it 
sprouted from his crotch.

Her asshole stayed open in a snug oval, the ring so tiny that Burt 
marveled that his massive cock had just been stuck up it.

Out of that little opening a gooey tide of cum was seeping and running on
down through the cleft between her asscheeks to seep into her groin, where 
it was emerging with the flow of cuntjuice from her fuckhole.

Burt bent forward and kissed each round cheek of his wife’s pert ass, 
then dipped his tongue into her asshole and whisked it around like a 
swizzle stick.

Then he sat back again and Laura wriggled around and dropped her head to 
his soiled cock. She sucked on the cock-knob, then slid her lips up and 
down, taking most of his thick prick into her mouth, savoring the tangy 
flavor of cockmeat that had just been soaked in her shithole.

She nursed and nuzzled, slurping all the richly spiced juices from his 
cock and then sucking some more, savoring the unadulterated prickmeat for a
while.

Burt’s cock hadn’t diminished or softened much at all in the wake of his 
orgasm and now, as her talented mouth worked on it, his prick was becoming 
rock-hard and swollen again and his balls were recharging.

He rocked back on his heels and thrust up into her face, fucking deep 
into her mouth.

“Still horny, darling?” Laura purred on his cockhead as she twisted her 
pliable lips lovingly around on the slab, like a sultry singer mouthing a 
microphone as she huskily crooned some torrid ballad.

Burt grunted.

The question was surely rhetorical, and his bucking, throbbing prick was 
answer enough.

Laura began to slide up and down again, stuffing the fuckhole of her face
on all of his cock. Her jaw levered off into his groin as his prick 
disappeared. His balls were swelling against her chin. She sucked up to his
cock-knob, working diligently on every sweet inch, then bobbing back down 
to the hilt.

Burt met her, fucking in and out as her tawny head sank up and down. He 
played with her tits, reaching down with his palms turned up, kneading the 
mounds and pulling gently on the swollen nipples.

Then he placed his hand on her face, his fingers splayed out, feeling his
slimy, glistening cock as it slid in and out of her wet mouth. He was 
staring down and watching the action.

But seeing his own prick sinking into her radiant face was not nearly as 
great a treat for Burt as hearing her tell him how she had sucked a 
stranger’s prick. Burt was kind of funny that way.

After a while, he gently pulled her head up so that his cock pulled from 
her lips.

Laura glanced up, surprised.

It wasn’t often that a man removed his cock from her mouth before he 
emptied his balls.

“Don’t you wanna cum yet?” she asked.

“I’m in the mood for a look, baby,” he grunted. “Let’s both go down to 
Jason’s apartment, okay? I’ll watch for awhile, then we can double-fuck 
you.”

Laura, as always, was more than game.

They had no idea, of course, that Jason was already deeply involved…

CHAPTER TWELVE

Karen kept Jason’s prick in her mouth for a while, making it as big and 
firm as it had been before she had sucked his cum from it.

Then she pulled her lips off him and used her flashing tongue to gather 
up all the stray cum from his cock, balls and groin.

He swayed back and forth, keen for more, letting the lovely little 
teenager do whatever she wanted to. If she was going to stay on her knees 
and suck him off in the hallway again, it was fine with Jason.

But Karen was in the mood for a fuck now.

After she had lapped up every slimy drop of spillage, savored and 
swallowed it, she gave him an impish grin and got back to her feet.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” she said.

Grinning, he put his arm around her tiny waist and led her back down the 
hall. She paused beside the bed, removing all of her clothing. Her plump 
tits spilled enticingly from her tank top as she pulled it over her head, 
and she squirmed as she stepped from her shorts.

Jason stood there and watched her, admiring her trim teenaged body. The 
potent bachelor was delighted that his lover’s daughter had also become his
lover. He had no intention of giving up Laura, to be sure. Neither he nor 
Laura—nor Burt, for that matter, wanted that.

But fucking mother and daughter both was going to make for lots of 
pleasant afternoons.

Jason supposed that he would be fucking them one at a time, and keeping 
the one secret from the other.

The idea of bedding both generations together was a wild turn-on, but not
something he expected.

Jason didn’t know, yet, just how kinky every member of the Webster family
could get.

But Karen gave him just a hint.

There was a dark, sticky pool on the bedsheet where her mother’s cunt had
spilled over.

Karen, feeling deliciously naughty, knowing it would excite Jason, knelt 
down on the bed and lowered her lovely little face and began to lick up the
spilled cuntjuice.

“Oh, wow!” Jason gasped in awe.

She glanced up, grinning like a devil, showing him a film of pussyjuice 
on her lapper.

“Mommy’s cunt tastes real good, don’t it?” she cooed, sliding her tongue 
around, relishing the goo on her taste buds and then swallowing it down.

“Do you—do you suck cunt, too?” Jason croaked.

“Well—I never have—but I’d love to! I’d love to suck my mom’s cunt!” the 
wicked teenager whispered.

That confession was extremely interesting, Jason thought. But it was only
half of it, of course. He had no idea whether Laura, too, would be game for
lesbian love with her own sexy little daughter.

Not yet, he didn’t.

But things would soon be coming to a head.

Karen tongued up all the pussyjuice and left the sheet wet with only her 
saliva. When she looked up again, she saw that her saucy performance had 
excited Jason something awful. He was staggering, his legs trembling. He 
was gasping, his breath panting out. And the head of his gigantic prick was
flowing like a fountain with pre-cum.

Karen was so hot for a cuntful of his lovely cock that she didn’t even 
wait for him to bring it to her. The nimble teenager sprang up from the bed
like a panther. Jason flinched back automatically.

She threw her arms around his shoulders and her slim legs tensed. She 
bobbed up and down a few times, like a high jumper getting limbered up.

Then Karen leaped up and locked her legs around Jason’s sturdy torso. Her
ankles gripped behind his ass and she held him clamped in the velvet vise 
of her thighs, her knees hooked over his hip bones.

Jason cupped her ass in both hands, holding her up as she clung to his 
shoulders with her arms and his pelvis with her scissored legs.

The nimble girl was balanced like a flagpole sitter on the top of his 
rampant prick.

She kissed his lips adoringly, grinding her cummy mouth on his. He threw 
his head and shoulders back, angling his body to balance her weight. This 
position was a new one for Jason. The experienced fellow had had standing 
fucks often enough in the past, but he had never fucked a girl whose feet 
were right off the floor, her body supported completely by his torso and 
hands—and his cock.

The inventive teenager was innovative—and it was a good thing she was so 
young and slender as she hung herself up on his cock, poised on his prick 
peg.

She began to slide slowly down onto his cock.

His knob burrowed into her hot cunt and her thighs clamped, holding her 
loins at that level for a moment. She turned her slim hips, winding her 
cunt on his prick.

Cuntjuice ran down his veined stalk and bubbled over his bloated balls as
her cunt juiced up and overflowed. She sank down and took some more cock up
her cunt. With half of the long tube of flesh in her, she held fast again.

Jason could do nothing.

Supporting her full weight, meager as it was, the man was unable to fuck,
and all that he could do was to stand steady as she set the pace.

He didn’t mind at all.

Karen swung in his arms, spun in his hands. Little by little, she filled 
her fuckhole with his cock.

Then, with a jolt and lurch, she dropped on down and took all of the fat 
prick into her pussy.

“Ahhhhh,!” she sighed in his ear.

Her tight cunt was pulling and dragging and sucking on his buried prick. 
The girl’s cunt muscles were so skillful at caressing his cock that Jason 
realized he could get his rocks off without needing to thrust or to have 
her hump up and down.

He thought she was going to, as well.

She squirmed and ground around, keeping her cunt jammed down onto the 
hilt of his prick for awhile. But then she began to rise and fall, her 
limber young body moving up and down on his prick like a monkey climbing a 
coconut tree—but in an upside-down fashion, since the big coconuts of his 
balls were at the root.

She pulled her pussy up until only his mushroom-shaped cockhead was 
lodged in her cunt, paused there with his wet prick steaming as it throbbed
up from his balls to her cunt, then dropped down and took it all again.

Jason began to rock back on his heels, then snap up onto his toes, 
matching her pace and rhythm as best he could under the burden of her 
supple weight.

His cock hissed into her and her cunt squished juicily as she rode up and
down faster, fucking him in a rising frenzy. Her cunthole was getting 
hotter and wetter as his meat ran in easily, yet the inner muscles were 
still gripping him as snug as ever, despite the oily lubrication.

The lucky young lady seemed to have inherited her lascivious mother’s 
magic pussy.

And Jason was the beneficiary of both!

Karen began to jerk convulsively as her pussy started to cream on his 
prick.

Her ass swung out from side to side in his hands and she pumped her slim 
belly against his as she kept on pulling her cunt up and down on his prick.

Cuntjuice, frothy and thick, came bubbling from her pussy and streamed 
down Jason’s legs. His balls were bobbing about in that gooey tide.

As her fuckhole filled up with her girl-cum, his cock fucked in through 
the thick paste and Jason rammed it to her with more vigor. Nearing his own
peak, he was driving up with trembling thighs, thrusting from his heels, 
heedless of her weight in his surging desire to get his steaming rocks off 
inside her pussy.

“Shoot in me! Shoot in me!” she moaned.

Karen always enjoyed cumming a lot more if she could feel jizz squirting 
into her at the same time. She tightened her cunt muscles, making her pussy
suck on his prick like a tight mouth.

Jason fucked his prick into her savagely, tossing her up and down like a 
bull goring a matador. Her tits flopped in his face, her belly churned, her
ass jolted. His balls erupted as his cock sank in and a great stream of 
slime shot up into her seething fuckhole.

“Ahhhhhh!” she wailed, letting her own dynamic climax soar to the highest
crest.

Geysers of cum shot up into her, blended with her cunt cum and came 
swirling back out of her fuckhole as his fat prick plugged her up and 
filled her gap.

As his balls drained off, Jason began to wobble, his legs going weak. He 
stumbled forward and dropped her down onto the edge of the bed. His cock 
was still fucking in and out of her cunt as he sank down over her.

Karen was bouncing up and down on the bed now, but Jason was still 
fucking her. No longer needing to hold on, she unlocked her ankles and her 
legs shot straight out behind his corkscrewing ass, her feet arched, heels 
circling.

He gasped, squirting out the last of his hot, thick jizz and slamming 
back like a recoiling cannon.

Karen kept on grinding away on his prick, working her own spasms off in a
rapture. Her legs hooked around his flanks again and she dragged him in 
close, holding his cock buried although they were both finished climaxing.

“Was that a nice fuck, Jason?” she asked. “Ummmm! You won’t need to empty
your balls into my mom anymore, now that you have me to fuck, huh?”

Jason grinned at her.

Let her believe that if she liked—he was looking forward to fucking them 
both constantly.

But he wasn’t expecting her mother to return to his apartment at the 
moment.

And both Karen and Jason gulped in alarm when they heard Laura call out 
from the front door.

“Jason, darling? Are you still home?”

“Holy shit!” Jason gasped.

Karen looked panicky, her blonde head snapping around toward the bedroom 
door. They were still coupled. Jason took a step backward. Her cunt was 
glued to his cock by their combined paste of passion, and it clinging with 
suction. He had to yank back hard to withdraw.

His cock slurped out, swaying up and down, and a flood of fuckjuice 
gushed from the girl’s open cunt, soaking her crotch and turning the bed 
swampy under her ass.

They looked at each other in alarm.

“Jeez—hide somewhere, kid!” he whispered, looking around the bedroom. 
“Get in the fucking closet!”

Karen jumped up, cuntjuice and jizz washing out again as her well-juiced 
loins rose up. She started toward the closet and then remembered her 
discarded clothing, stooping down to snatch up her tank top and shorts.

Then she fled, dripping, to the closet. A trail of fuckjuice lay behind 
her like a broken strand of pearls, as her overflowing cunt laid out a sign
to mark her passage.

She ducked into the closet just in time.

But she didn’t close the door all the way.

If there was going to be more to see, Karen was damned well going to 
watch it.

Then, to her delight, she saw that it was going to be double the fun.

Her mother walked in—and so did her daddy!

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

“Burt wants to watch us fuck,” Laura said.

Burt was grinning and removing the dressing gown he had hastily donned to
ride down in the elevator. Laura shrugged her own robe off.

Jason was pleased. So Burt wanted to watch his wife get fucked, did he? 
That was fine—but little did they know that their teenaged daughter was 
also going to have a ringside seat at this event.

It made it kinkier—and more exciting.

Laura curled gracefully on the side of the bed and bent toward his loins.

“I see you haven’t showered yet,” she sighed.

His cock was all greased up—but failure to shower was not the reason. 
Jason gave a quick glance toward the closet door, knowing that it would 
really turn Karen on to see her mother sucking her cunt juice from his 
prick.

Laura sniffed and purred as she breathed in the aroma of hot pussyjuice. 
She assumed, naturally, that it was her own juice on his cock. Why should 
she suspect that her daughter had sucked that cream from him and then 
coated his cock with her own randy fuckjuice?

Laura looked sideways at her husband, and her trembling chin hovered just
over her lover’s loins.

“Watch, darling!” she whispered, licking her lips and batting her 
eyelashes seductively.

It was an unnecessary request. Burt was all set to watch his wife give 
head to this big-cocked neighbor. He was sitting at the foot of the bed, 
his eyes aglow and his own prick standing up steel-hard and flushed.

Laura ducked down and began to wind her nimble pink tongue all around on 
Jason’s slimy cockhead.

“Ahhhhh!” Jason moaned.

“Ahhhhh!” Burt groaned as his eyes were pleasured as much as Jason’s 
prick.

Laura’s brow furrowed up slightly. The taste of cuntjuice was remarkably 
strong on Jason’s cockhead. The stuff was still hot and fluid, hardly 
congealed at all. She was trying to remember just how much time had passed 
since her cunt had melted on his cock and wondering how he had managed to 
keep her juices so steamy and swampy.

It didn’t dawn on her, though, that some other cunt might have been 
creaming on that lovely prick.

She sucked the prick into her lips.

“God—your cock is scrumptious!” she moaned.

She spoke for her husband’s benefit—and because it happened to be true. 
But, unknown to Laura, her words were turning her daughter on even more, 
since that little tramp had furnished the gooey treat.

Jason stroked the back of her head.

“You like the taste of cuntjuice, don’t you, baby?” he rasped, giving 
Burt a wink—and then shooting a knowing glance toward the closet.

“Oooooh, yes!” Laura sighed, sucking for all she was worth on his highly 
flavorful cock.

Spinning the collar of her mouth around on Jason’s cockhead, Laura gazed 
at her husband. His twisted, lustful expression delighted her. Blowing 
other men was always fun, but doing it with her husband watching was best 
of all.

The greedy women had sucked all the fuckjuice from his prick now, and she
was tasting a few frothy flecks of pre-cum, a hint of his next load.

She got some on her tongue and turned toward Burt, letting him see the 
milky film on the pink meat. Burt moaned in a willing cuckold’s rapture.

“Shall I suck him off now, darling?” Laura whispered. “Wanna see me 
swallow his jizz?”

Burt groaned. He wanted to see his lovely wife misbehave in all possible 
ways—except, of course, up the shithole, which was his private domain.

“Fuck him for a while, now,” he said.

Laura gave Jason’s cock a last slurp, then sprawled out across the bed, 
her knees raised, her thighs parted and her back deeply arched.

Jason rolled on top of her and fucked his iron-hard cock up her cunthole,
coupling with fond familiarity. He began to fuck her cunt steadily. They 
were both grinning at Burt, who was intrigued.

Laura hooked her knees around Jason’s flanks and drummed her heels on his
hard, pounding ass. He kissed her cum-drenched lips, then sucked her 
nipples. Her lush body undulated sensually as he fucked his cock in and 
out.

“Fuck—fuck—fuck! Ohhhh! He fucks me so sweet, darling, I adore his 
fucking!” the wayward wife wailed, adding sound effects for her husband’s 
added pleasure.

“Yeah, fuck her silly, Jason!” Burt cried.

“I cum when he fucks me! I always cum!” Laura moaned.

She always came when anyone fucked her, as a matter of fact. But it would
have been indelicate to tell her husband and her current lover that.

Burt had dropped down on the bed, his chin on the mattress, snaking in 
closer toward their grinding groins. Kinky fires danced in his eyes and he 
was licking his panting lips. Jason’s balls were swinging out on the 
backstroke, almost whacking Burt in the face.

Burt tilted his head to one side so that he could see past those bloated 
bags and watch Jason’s huge cockshaft fuck in and out of Laura’s pussy.

He saw the thick white pussy juice oozing out around the rim and knew his
wife was getting off.

Then Jason was howling like a fiend in torment as he sprayed his cum into
her melting cunt, and Laura creamed again, feeling his steaming jizz flow 
into her.

Jason was as potent as hell, but the man had already spent plenty of 
spunk on this fateful day, filling two generations of Webster women with 
his jism.

He still managed to shoot out plenty of the stuff, but his orgasm didn’t 
last very long before the flow ceased. He kept his prick jammed in her 
pussy while Laura squirmed around, finishing her own frothy orgasm.

Then he pulled his cock out and moved off her, guessing what her kinky 
husband had in mind.

Burt slid up and clamped his avid mouth onto Laura’s fuckslot, sucking 
voraciously. He gave Jason a sort of sheepish grin, slightly embarrassed 
because he was drinking the man’s cum. But Jason understood that his cum 
was irrelevant and that Burt was no deviate—the fact that it was his wife’s
cunt he was drinking from made it correct.

Burt gulped on her pussy, his throat pulsing as he swallowed the juices 
from her fuckhole.

The action was making Karen hot.

The girl was doubly turned on, wishing that her handsome daddy was eating
out her cunt and wishing, equally, that it was her own mouth on her mom’s 
pussy.

She never expected either of those incestuous desires to be fulfilled.

But now Jason had a plan.

Jason knew full well that both Karen and Laura enjoyed cuntlapping, and 
figured that all that was needed was a little persuasion to get them 
together—and he figured he knew how to set the stage.

Jason moved up and stuck his cock out toward Laura’s beautiful, flushed 
face.

His prick had softened somewhat now, bending out in a fat coil, the 
texture like hard rubber. But it was all coated with cuntjuice and jizz 
once more, and Laura sucked it into her mouth with relish.

Burt moaned, the sound muffled on his wife’s pussy as he gazed up the 
length of her bridged body and watched her suck up and down on another 
man’s cock.

“Taste good, baby?” Jason gasped.

“Ummmmm—glubbbb! Ohhhh, yes! You know I love to suck your cock after it’s
been in my cunt!”

“Or any cunt?” Jason hissed.

Karen, guessing where this was going to lead, held her breath and 
trembled.

“Yes—yes! Any cunt! Any hot, juicy cunt! I wish we had a girl here with 
us!” Laura panted. She thought she was only thrilling the men by this 
fantasy, but nevertheless her desire was honest.

Coming up for air out of Laura’s creamy cunt slot, Burt said, “You know 
any girls we could invite over, Jason? Any gal my wife could eat out?”

Jason looked devilish.

In the closet, Karen was gasping.

“How about a sexy teenager?” Jason asked, smug and smiling as he glanced 
toward the closet.

“Ohhhhh, yes!” Laura squealed, rising from his cock. “Do you know a 
bisexual teenager?”

“Sure—a sexy young blonde,” Jason said.

“Oh! She’s probably no older than my own daughter!” Laura gurgled. “Can 
you phone her, Jason? I’m so hungry to eat out a hot pussy!”

“I can get a girl,” Jason said. “A girl a lot like your daughter. Would 
you like that?”

“Yeah!” Burt gasped.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Laura panted.

“So much like your daughter that you might even think you were sucking 
Karen’s cunt,” Jason said.

“God! How I’d love to do that!” Laura sighed.

“Would you, baby? If you knew that Karen wanted to suck cunt with you, 
would you do it?”

“Yes!” Laura wailed.

Jason grinned and looked toward the closet. And Karen came stepping out, 
nubile and naked and ready to break any taboo.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Burt and Laura looked shocked.

But Karen was smiling and licking her lips as she crossed the bedroom, 
and her parents realized that they had nothing to be ashamed of or 
embarrassed about.

Whatever kinky tastes they might have, their little girl shared them to 
the fullest, and with everyone eager and willing, there could be no sense 
of guilt.

The teenager knelt down beside the bed. She was hot to get at her mom’s 
cunt and tongue, but her daddy’s prick was flowing like a fountain and she 
figured it might be wise to take the pressure off him, for starters.

Her head was soon poised over his prick.

“Empty your cum in my mouth, Daddy!” she whimpered.

Burt jerked his cock up and his daughter’s eager lips enveloped his knob.
He began to fuck into her face and her head bobbed up and down, matching 
his rhythm.

Laura and Jason stared on, thrilled to the core by the sordid sight of a 
teenaged girl giving enthusiastic head to her own horny father.

Burt was so excited both from watching his insatiable wife and by fucking
his daughter’s sweet face that his balls surged to the heights almost 
immediately.

Karen’s mouth was suddenly full of thick cum.

He shot off so abruptly that it took her by surprise and she sputtered 
and gasped and a lot of the sweet spunk spilled from her lips.

Then her head jumped down and she sucked the overflow back off his 
cockshaft. Karen should have been disappointed that her daddy had shot his 
wad so soon. She wanted to give him a long suck before she gargled on his 
goo. But that didn’t matter now—not with her mother’s smoldering cunt and 
sizzling tongue all set for the second round.

Karen ducked up and down, sucking and swallowing noisily and deliberately
letting some jizz overflow her lips so that Jason and Laura could see what 
she was drinking.

Karen sucked her daddy dry, then used her tongue to slurp up the spillage
from his cockshaft and balls.

His cock stayed as hard as stone.

And Jason’s prick was like a crowbar again.

But now those robust and virile gentlemen would have to bide their time.

As much as Karen adored pricks, she was hotter for her mother’s cunt, at 
the moment—and it was a desire that Laura shared completely.

Karen slid into Laura’s embrace and they kissed, lips grinding and tongue
exploring. Both of their mouths were richly flavored by cum, and they were 
each using their tongues as if limbering up for cunt-licking—which they 
were.

Karen ducked down to suck a fat nipple.

Then Laura sucked on the girl’s tits, in turn, adoring Karen’s plump 
nipples in a bizarre reversal of the nursing role of a mother and her 
daughter.

“Mom! Mommy, let me suck your cunt!” Karen moaned.

“Yes, darling! Yes! But Mommy is hungry, too, let me eat you out, first!”
Laura wailed.

Jason and Burt exchanged a knowing glance, understanding that when two 
basically normal females get together for oral sex, the tongue is hotter 
than the pussy.

Though it was probably different with lesbians, normal women and girls 
get all the cunt-sucking they need from men, so when they make love 
together, they are more interested in the novelty of doing the deed.

“Let’s both do it together,” Karen said.

Laura glowed with enthusiasm, loving that idea, knowing it would be a 
real thrill to take pleasure at both ends, satisfying her mouth and cunt at
the same time.

Especially when the physical sensations were enhanced by the dark 
knowledge of incest.

Cuntlapping with her own little girl was wicked—and all the more 
wonderful because of that. Laura twisted around, turning into a sixty-nine 
position.

Karen wriggled down, and mother and daughter stretched out on their 
flanks, tits to bellies, faces poised before furry fuckholes. Their thighs 
parted. They gazed into each other’s open pussy with ravenous desire.

Karen ducked in and whipped her tongue into her brother’s cunt. She cried
out with joy. At the very first taste, the girl knew that cuntlapping was 
even better than she had imagined. That maternal pussy was absolutely 
delicious.

She sucked on Laura’s swollen clit with more enthusiasm than she had 
nursed on her nipples.

Laura shoved her face into Karen’s crotch. She began to whisk and flail 
her frenzied tongue into her little girl’s pussy.

Laura had licked plenty of pussy, but she had never sunk her tongue into 
such a dewy delicacy as this creamy crumpet glowing between her daughter’s 
slim thighs.

And Karen had discovered that a willing girl needs no practice or 
experience or previous training—that sucking a pussy was instinctive and 
natural.

Karen clamped her open mouth to her mom’s cunt like a suction cup, 
mouthing the juices out and gulping them down with gurgles of glee. She 
could taste Jason’s cum in that sodden slot, but the cunt juice was 
thrilling her more. The sexy teenager could find a cock to milk off 
whenever she liked, but this pussy was a rare treat—or had been, up until 
now.

She knew that she and her mother would be eating each other out a lot 
from now on.

They both began to climax. Their interlocked bodies were trembling 
vibrantly as they shared the thrill. The fiery sensation was running back 
and forth between them like an electric current. Karen fucked her tongue 
into her mother’s pussy. Laura’s clit sparked and the thrill tingled in 
Karen’s tongue. Then Karen’s clit echoed that electric pulse, passing it 
back to her mom’s tongue.

They fed and feasted with equal joy.

They seemed to be sharing the same cuntjuice, just as they were sharing 
the thrill. Karen gulped a mouthful out of her mother’s cunt, and a split 
second later her own cunt spilled out an equal dose, as if the creamy 
nectar were passing right through her trembling body.

The exhibition was having a profound effect on the men.

Burt, who always enjoyed watching, had never been as excited as he was at
seeing his wife and daughter sucking each other off, and Jason was 
beginning to understand why Burt was so keen to play the observer at such 
events.

Burt lay down behind Karen. He looked over her shoulder and past her 
cheek, getting a close-up view as Karen’s tongue explored her mother’s 
fuckhole and lapped her clit.

Burt fucked his cock up into his daughter’s cunt from behind and began to
thrust hard as Laura mouthed the girl from the front.

Then Jason lay down behind Laura in the same way and shoved his cock into
her. It added to Burt’s visual treat. With his chin on his daughter’s 
shoulder, Burt was watching the girl lick cock and cunt at the same time, 
her mouth going crazy on the juicy coupling.

“Cum in my cunt, Daddy!” Karen gasped. “Cream in my mouth, Mommy!”

The teenager didn’t know which she yearned for more—but it didn’t matter,
because both of her parents got off at the same time.

Her mouth filled up with her mother’s pussyjuice and her cunt was 
splashed full of her father’s cum.

Then Jason was squirting his jizz into Laura, and Karen was sucking that 
up, as well.

They all orgasmed together and for a long time.

And then they rested, but not for a long time, at all. They had lots and 
lots of things to do today and in the future.

How lucky it was that those two guys in the park had left Karen 
unsatisfied, she thought. If they had fingerfucked her, she might not have 
come home so soon and discovered the pleasures available in her own 
apartment building.

She only hoped that the elevator never broke down. Because none of them 
would have any energy left to walk up and down the stairs.


THE END
