Hot Family Relations
by David Crane 


Chapter One 

The blonde girl was all ass and tits as she squirmed down the street, 
wriggling provocatively. She had a long ponytail and she was wearing a tight 
cotton tee shirt and a pair of snug-fitting white shorts that were molded to 
the trim cheeks of her ass. 

Harry Henderson recognized her from school as, driving up from behind, he 
slowed the car. 

Harry was taking his mother's car to the gas station to get it filled up. 
The needle was hover-ing on empty, but when he saw the sexy blonde, he 
forgot all about needing fuel. 

Her name, as he recalled, was Laura. Harry only knew her slightly, but he 
had heard that she was the sort of girl who would put out without much 
persuasion ... which was exactly the type of young lady that a horny 
teenager in his mother's car appreciated. He drew up beside her and braked. 
She glanced towards the car, then came over, smiling uncertainly, as if she 
wasn't sure who he was ... or, maybe, was wondering if he had a big prick. 

"Hi ... wanna lift?" he asked. Harry wasn't worried about the size of his 
prick because he had a whopper. It was getting a chance to use it that was 
always a problem. Laura hesitated just long enough so that she wouldn't 
appear overly eager to get in the car with a relative stranger. He was 
watching her expression, his own face hopeful. She had a pretty, oval face 
and big blue eyes that managed to look both innocent and sexy at the same 
time. Then she gave a little indifferent shrug. "Sure, why not?" she said. 

She got into the passenger seat, her big tits bobbling in her tight tee 
shirt and an awful lot of meaty thighs showing under her tiny shorts. 

She gave him an impudent look. 

"You can't fuck me," she said. 

Harry blinked in surprise. 

It was a provocative thing for a girl to say right out of the blue. 

"I never fuck on a first date," she added. "But I don't mind fooling around, 
if you wanna take me someplace. I mean, it's okay if you wanna feel me up 
and I'll play with your cock-but I ain't the sort of girl that spreads her 
legs for a guy the first time he takes her for a ride." 

She smiled smugly, as if she were sort of proud of herself for being so 
proper. 

Harry was grinning happily. 

He drove towards the city limits, forgetting all about the gas gauge, which 
was showing empty. 

Harry pulled off the highway and drove a short distance up a heavily rutted 
dirt track, then pulled the car in under a copse of trees. He turned the 
ignition off and fumbled with the radio as he tried to think how best to go 
about matters. But evidently no subtle approach was necessary with Laura 
because she pulled her tee shirt off immediately. 

Her tits were plump and capped with saucy nipples that stood out like 
high-caliber bullets. "Like 'em?" She giggled. He gulped. His Adam's apple 
ran up his throat like a gong being rung at a carnival. 

Laura cupped her fat tits in her hands, lifting them and deepening the 
smooth cleavage. She kneaded the globes and rubbed the edges of her thumbs 
slowly back and forth against the swollen peaks. 

Then she arched her slim back and shoved her tits out toward the boy. She 
was so bold that it was making Harry feel shy and timid ... but not shy and 
timid enough to decline such a welcome offer. He began to feel her up with 
both hands. She rested her head against the back of the seat and squirmed 
around, enjoying the caress. He pulled at her tit tips and they exploded in 
his fingers, smoldering like the lighted fuses of bombs. "You can suck 'em," 
she sighed. 

It was no wonder that she had a bad reputation, Harry was thinking. He 
wondered how serious she was about not fucking on a first date. 

He ducked his head down and licked at her nipples and up through her deep 
cleavage. Then he began to nurse on her fat, rosy nubs, switching back and 
forth, paying equal homage to both tasty tips. 

"Ummmmm!" she purred, stroking the back of his head and neck, cradling him 
to her tits. 

Her hand dropped to his hard thigh and she began to rub up and down, moving 
higher with each stroke. He opened his legs. 

The forward girl slid her hand up to his crotch and brazenly fondled his 
cock and balls through his jeans. Harry normally had to coax a girl to touch 
him there, but this bold little nymphette was taking matters into her own 
hands willingly, even with enthusiasm, feeling Harry's prick with as much 
eagerness as he was groping her tits. 

She began to fumble with his zipper. 

Harry held his breath. Would she really take his prick out of her own 
accord? 

She sure as hell would! 

Laura drew his zipper down with teasing slowness, then dipped a hand into 
his fly and hauled out his stiff cock and swollen balls. 

"Oooooooh!" she murmured when she felt how hard and hot his prick was. 

Her blonde head jerked to one side so that she could look down past Harry's 
head as he sucked her tits and she gave another little whimper when she saw 
his massive prick. Her eyes went wide and her nipples detonated in Harry's 
lips, her own hot arousal stimulated by the sight of his. 

She released his cock. Harry humped urgently, frigging his neglected prick 
up and down, wondering why she had taken her hand away from his groin. But 
then, gazing down from her tits, he saw why ... the naughty teenaged tart 
was opening the front of her own shorts. 

Hiking her ass up from the seat, she tugged her shorts and panties down her 
thighs, squirming. 

Harry gasped as he inhaled, breathing in the tantalizing fumes rising from 
her naked loins. Keeping his head on her tits, he twisted around, turning 
his face so that he could gaze down into her groin. His mouth spun on a 
stiff nipple as his head rotated around the nub. 

He uttered a muffled gasp when he saw how hot and wet the girl's pussy was. 

Her pink cuntlips were unfurled like the petals of some fleshy flower and 
her open pussy was flooded with cunt cream. Her clit was standing out like a 
piling set in the sluggish tide of her cunt juice. 

Her crotch looked so hot that he was almost afraid to touch it. It looked 
like it might blister his fingers. His hand crept up her bare leg slowly. 

Laura wasn't a patient young lady. She grabbed his wrist and yanked his hand 
into her groin. Harry cupped her cunt and fingered her clit as she moaned. 

Her hand moved back to his crotch as she squirmed on his caressing palm, 
juicing off heavily. Her clit was swelling in his hand as if it were 
emulating the way that her tit tips were inflating in his lips. 

Her thighs tightened around his hand, then opened wide again so he had free 
rein to feel her fiery fuckslot. She held his bloated balls in her palm, 
lifting as if to weigh his load, jiggling them to feel his jizz slosh around 
inside. Then she slid her hand up and encircled his cock. 

"Fingerfuck me, Harry!" she moaned. "Frig me off and I'll pump your prick!" 

Harry tilted his wrist and began to slip three stiff fingers up her 
cunthole. As he stabbed in and out, sinking in to the knuckles, he whipped 
the edge of his thumb against her throbbing clit. 

Laura stroked his cock rhythmically, at the same steady pace that he plunged 
his fingers up her pussy. As her fist pulled up, she rolled his foreskin 
over the ledge of his knob, and as she pushed back down toward his balls, 
that fat purple slab flared out like the head of a hooded cobra about to 
strike. 

Pre-cum spilled from his pisshole and streamed on down his prick, greasing 
his cock so that her fist was skimming on the slick lubrication of lust. 

Her cunt was sucking on his fingers so hungrily that he had to tug back hard 
to pull them out. Her cuntlips distended along his fingers as if he was 
pulling her pussy inside out. 

Her clit was smoldering, ready to detonate. 

The flow from her fuckhole was getting hotter and thicker and creamier as 
her juices turned to cunt cum. 

"Cum with me, Harry! Shoot off!" she gurgled. 

Her fist began to fly up and down on his cock, increasing the friction, 
making his prick vibrate savagely 

"I'm creaming! Ooooooooh ... my fucking cunt is melting! Jizz off with me, 
Harry!" 

He stabbed in. It was like shoving his fingers into a boiling paste pot. Her 
cunt was sucking so fiercely that he just had to wonder what it would feel 
like to have his prick stuck up that seething pussy. 

His balls ballooned and his cock jolted. 

"Gonna cum!" he croaked, humping up from the seat and fucking through her 
flying fist. 

"Yeah ... yeah ... yeah!" the blonde girl enthused, twisting from the hips 
so that she could stare at his prick as it began to squirt. 

Harry, in turn, was gazing down from her tits, watching her pussy cream off. 

His balls exploded and his hot sap came rushing up through the hollow core 
of his cockshaft. A great glob of cock spume jetted from his pisshole and 
flew up so high that it damned near hit the roof of the car. 

"Ahhhhhhh!" Laura moaned, her eyes glowing, thrilled to see his joyjuice 
spraying out. 

Her pussy peaked and overflowed, her clit going off like a blasting cap. She 
kept on pumping his prick, jacking out more jizz on every stroke. 

They clung to the crest, frigging each other off through the simultaneous 
spasMs. Harry's cumbags drained off spurt by spurt, starting to deflate. 

Laura kept jacking away, making sure that she had emptied him. His prick 
stopped squirting. She tightened her grip and coaxed out the last dregs, 
squeezing them from the spent tube, using her thumb to work the creamy goo 
into the meat of his bulging cock-knob. 

Her ass churned and her hips pumped as she worked her own cumming through 
the slow spiral, coming gradually down from her creamy crest. 

After a while, they both stopped moving and cuddled together, panting in the 
aftermath. Laura disentangled and slid across the seat, her groin leaving a 
slimy trail. She looked at Harry with a bewitching smile. He was grinning at 
her. His balls were slack a little. Even semi-stiff, it was still an 
impressive hunk of meat, bending out from his belly in a long, meaty coil, 
glistening with the residue of his cumming. 

Dropping her eyes to his cock and balls, Laura slowly slid her tongue across 
her lips. 

Harry groaned at the implication. 

Then that very naughty little blonde brought her hand up to her face and, 
staring at Harry, began to lap up his spunk from her fingers and palm. 
Harry's cock hardened to iron instantly and his balls began to fill up once 
more. 

"Ummmm ... your spunk is yummy!" she purred. 

Her tongue darted out, teasingly, showing him the film of jizz on her 
tastebuds. Then her throat pulsed as she swallowed with her mouth open. 

It was driving the boy crazy. 

"Do you blow?" he rasped. 

She giggled gaily, tonguing up some more goo from the web between her thumb 
and forefinger, letting it run around on her tongue for a few moments as she 
savored the flavor, then gulping it down. 

If a girl will swallow spunk from her hand, Harry guessed, she would drink 
from a cock, as well. 

His hard-on was totally renewed and his cum-bags were replenished and he 
shoved his loins out towards her. But the girl giggled again and shook her 
head, blonde tresses tumbling around her oval cheeks. Her blue eyes were 
bright and her sensual lips were slimy. "Sure, I blow, silly," she chirped. 
Harry looked like a dog at feeding time. "But not on a first date," she 
added. He looked crestfallen, in turn. She cocked her head, looking 
speculative. "I suck cock on second dates, though," she purred. "And I don't 
mind fucking if a guy asks me out a third time." 

Harry saw that this girl had a strict code of behavior, and that she stuck 
to it. 

But she sure as hell knew how to get a guy to take her out more than once. 

Three times, at least. 

Now she was tugging her sodden panties and white shorts back up. Harry 
hesitated. Then he began to wedge his swollen prick back into his jeans, 
zipping his fly up with difficulty over the throbbing cock. 

He was sorry this petting session was over. 

But he could look on the bright side, too ... and the sooner he took Laura 
home, the sooner he could take her out again! 

He was still forgetting about the gas. 

 Chapter Two 

Harry's mother had gone to the window and was looking down the street, 
wondering what could be taking the boy so long to get the tank filled up. 

Marsha Henderson was a tall, voluptuous lady with raven-dark hair and 
flashing eyes, high cheekbones and a wide, generous mouth. 

She was generous with her mouth, as well. 

And that lovely, sensual maw was feeling horny at the moment, because as she 
looked out the window she noticed the teenaged boy who lived next door 
mowing his lawn, stripped to the waist. 

Tony Marshall was a year younger than her own son. But that was fine with 
Marsha, who loved a mouthful of teenaged meat ... the younger, the better, 
as long as they were old enough to get hard and shoot off. 

Marsha was wishing that her husband would go out somewhere so that she could 
invite the neighbor boy in for a blowjob. She knew he would be enthusiastic 
about it. 

She had already sucked him off several times, when her husband was at work. 

But George Henderson was home at the moment, his presence frustrating her 
desires. 

Still, George had the necessary equipment to take care of her frustrations, 
as well. He was blessed with a gigantic prick and a virile potency, which 
was the main reason why Marsha had married him, instead of the countless 
other men who had begged for her hand. 

Now she was wondering what excuse she could make for sending him on an 
errand. But she could think of nothing that would take him away long enough 
for her to get Tony in and get his cock milked off. Half a blowjob was worse 
than nothing ... for both of them ... and she knew it would be awful if 
George came home before she was finished and she had to send the teenager 
away with his balls still full. 

She decided it wasn't worth the risk ... and that a quick fuck from her 
husband would have to satisfy her. 

She glanced at George, who was reading a newspaper on the other side of the 
living room, not paying her any attention. Then she looked out the window 
again. 

Tony seemed to feel her eyes on him, for he looked up towards the window. 
His eyes glowed when he saw the curvaceous woman watching him. 

Marsha stuck her tongue out and flicked it around in a very suggestive 
fashion. 

She was delighted to see the front of the boy's jeans instantly swell in bas 
relief. 

Tony raised his eyebrows questioningly. But Marsha, although it saddened 
her, shook her head. He looked dismayed. She parted her lips and silently 
formed the words, "My husband is home. Later, darling." 

Tony groaned and went on mowing the lawn, stooped over his booming hard on, 
as if he had an auxiliary lawn mower in his tight blue jeans. 

Marsha gazed longingly at the bulging front of his pants for another moment, 
then moved back from the window. Her mouth was really hot and drooling for 
cock. But she didn't want to suck her husband's cock. Just in case she got a 
chance to blow Tony later today, the wanton woman wanted her mouth to still 
be hungry. 

She could get her cunt contented, though. 

She hiked her dress up and tugged her bikini panties down, stepping out of 
them. The crotchband was soaking wet and they lay in a slimy pool on the 
carpet as she moved across the room. 

George was buried behind the sports page, unaware that he was about to get 
lucky. 

"Honey?" she purred, standing over him and grinding her hips from side to 
side. 

George looked over the top of the newspaper and grinned when he found a 
bushy cunt thrusting out towards his face. The paper rustled from his hands 
and his neck craned out as he shoved his face toward her black-maned pussy. 
Marsha shoved her cunt into his face with a jerk. Her fuckslot was so creamy 
that it splashed on his chin. George began to whip his lapper in and out and 
his lips sucked hungrily on the open folds. 

His tongue went slurp and her pussy squished. Her firm ass churned as she 
mopped his face with her cunt, coating him with girl goo from chin to 
forehead. Her clit rubbed on his nose as he breathed in the tantalizing 
fragrance of her hot, sodden pussy. 

George loved to eat her cunt out when it was so creamy and steamy. Of 
course, he had no idea that she was aroused by thoughts of sucking teenaged 
prick. 

He held her by the cheeks of her solid ass and rubbed his face all over her 
groin, his head turning from side to side like a terrier shaking a rat. 

He spooned cuntjuice from her pussy and pulled her clit into his lips, 
nursing on it, making that taut pink bud swell and throb. 

His cock was jutting up from his lap, hard as a crowbar, threatening to tear 
right through the fabric of his trousers ... or to burn its way out like a 
welder's torch. He slid a hand down and opened his fly. His huge prick came 
jolting up like a shock absorber. 

Leaving his cock standing unattended, he gripped her around the ass again 
and ground his face into her groin, his tongue whisking and slurping and 
flailing and his lips sucking steadily on the seething cunt. 

She danced her belly and crotch in his face for a few minutes, adoring this 
oral foreplay. Then, as her clit began to spark and she was almost ready to 
cream off, she pulled her pussy off his mouth with a slurp and began to 
lower herself on trembling thighs. 

He shifted his grip to her hips and tugged her gently down into his lap. His 
cock loomed up and the massive knob nudged into her gooey pussy. She swayed 
there for a while, balanced on his cockhead as she squirmed and wriggled 
around like a flagpole sitter. 

Then she began to slide her cunt down onto that towering cock. His knob 
vanished in her pussy. Twisting her supple hips around, she screwed down 
farther. 

Inch by inch, his enormous prick disappeared into her soaking cunt tunnel. 
She paused with two-thirds of the long cock in her pussy, pumping her cunt 
muscles, making the wet sleeve suck and ripple and flutter on his prick. The 
inner rings closed firmly, as if the woman were jerking him off with her 
fuckhole. 

Then she sank down and took it all, her ass brushing his balls, her pussy 
filled to the core. Marsha had a capacious cunthole, but her husband filled 
it to the brim. If he'd had another inch, she doubted that she could have 
taken all of his cock ... although she would sure as shit been more than 
willing to give it try. 

She held the full penetration, gently rotating her pelvis so that her 
cuntsleeve was winding around his prick like a juicy nut on a meaty bolt. 
She was savoring the joy of having her fuckhole filled with throbbing cock 
and giving him a chance to thrill to having every inch of his prick 
enveloped in hot, wet, suction-cup pussy. If she hadn't been so horny, she 
might have lingered longer on the first penetration, enjoying a prolonged 
fucking. But the pro-miscuous lady was steaming from thinking about teenaged 
cockmeat and her husband's nimble tongue had already brought her near the 
boiling point. 

She began to ride up and down steadily. 

George met her, humping up from the chair as she slid down, sinking back as 
she dragged her clinging cunthole back up to his cock-knob. 

Her clit was smoldering like a fuse. She could have creamed off at any 
moment, but she was waiting, holding back, wanting to feel his fuck-juice 
squirt into her before she let her own juices flow. 

But then the telephone rang. . 

Normally, Marsha would have ignored it when the phone rang in the middle of 
a fuck. But the phone was on an end table right beside the chair they were 
screwing on and the jangling bell was distracting, jarring them and ruining 
the rhythm. She could feeL his bloated cock slacken just slightly in her 
cunt and their strokes faltered. 

She pushed her pussy down to the hilt of his prick and, giving George an 
apologetic look, reached out to answer the telephone, figuring it would be 
better to silence the damned thing, break the call off quickly, and then 
resume their randy rutting in peace. 

George slumped back with a grunt, pulsing his prick sinew inside her to keep 
his cock tense during this break in the action. He held her by the hips, 
shoving her pussy down on his prick as he heard her speak. 

"Yes? What? Where are you?" she panted into the receiver, unable to control 
her heavy breathing. She listened. Her lovely face looked more excited than 
ever. 

"Yes ... wait right there," she said. 

She replaced the phone on the hook. George gave her a quizzical look, 
expecting her to tell him who had called, but Marsha began to ride him 
again, much faster than before, fairly galloping on his groin. 

Now she was in a hurry to finish fucking. 

Because she had a valid reason to send her husband out for a while, now ... 
on a mission that would last long enough so that Marsha could invite the boy 
next door in for a blowjob while George wasn't home. 

And, as she pumped away for a pussyful of her husband's spunk, the wanton 
woman was really looking forward to a mouthful of teenaged jizz. 

 Chapter Three 

The car began to sputter and lurch as Harry turned into the street where 
Laura lived. Too late he remembered that he had been heading for the gas 
station when the sight of Laura's wriggling ass had changed his plans. He 
glanced at the gauge and saw that the needle was buried. The engine died. 
Harry slipped it into neutral and coasted down the street, pulling to the 
curb in front of her home. She gave him a puzzled look. 

"Ran out of gas," he mumbled, sheepishly. 

Laura giggled gaily. It was ironic. Lots of guys had claimed that they had 
run out of gas when they wanted an excuse to park with her ... on first 
dates, before they realized that no excuse but a hard-on was necessary ... 
but the gas tank had always filled up again, as if by magic, as soon as 
Laura had emptied their spunk tanks off, but this was the first time that it 
had ever happened right in front of her house and, as it were, happened to 
be true. 

"Can I use your phone?" Harry asked. 

"Sure." 

"Errrrr ... " The boy glanced down at the front of his jeans, where his 
renewed hard-on stood in prominent bulge. "Is your mom home? She might 
notice ... " 

"Naw, that's okay," Laura said. She giggled. "My mom ain't no prude." 

They went into the house together, and the instant that Harry got a look at 
Laura's mother, he knew what the girl meant about not being a prude. 

Julia was blonde, like her daughter ... and her body was even more 
spectacular, especially since be curvaceous woman was wearing a flimsy, 
semi-transparent negligee that showed lots of leg at the hem and plenty of 
cleavage at the bodice. She was smoking a cigarette in a long, ebony holder 
and had a gin and tonic in her other hand. 

She looked a bit tipsy. 

And she looked right at Harry's hard-on. Harry blushed. Julia smiled 
bewitchingly. The boy felt very uncomfortable under her scrutiny and knowing 
look. He willed his cock to recede, but it had a mind of its own and bucked 
in his crotch. 

Julia sipped her drink, gazing over the rim of the tall glass, looking 
amused. 

"Have you been teasing this poor young man, you naughty little girl?,, she 
asked. 

"Naw, Mom ... I jacked him off already. It's just that he's realy horny and 
he got stiff again," Laura replied. 

Harry's jaw dropped open wide. He couldn't believe she had said that to her 
mother. 

But Laura, acting quite matter-of-fact and casual about the whole thing, 
indicated the telephone. Harry stood with his back to them as he dialed the 
number, hiding his swollen prick. The boy was deeply embarrassed by his 
hard-on, stunned by the woman's reaction and amazed at the liberal 
relationship between mother and daughter. There was something disturbing ... 
and delightful ... in their attitudes. 

His own mother answered the phone. 

Harry was dimly aware that she was breathing heavily, but figured that she 
had probably had to rush to the phone from some other part of the house. 

He told her that he had run out of gas and gave her the address he was 
phoning from. He'd expected her to be annoyed at him for being so careless, 
since there had been sufficient fuel left to get to the gas station. But she 
wasn't at all irked. On the contrary, she seemed to be strangely pleased by 
the situation. It would have puzzled Harry if he'd thought about it. 

But he was only relieved that she wasn't angry ... and more concerned about 
his erection and the way that Laura's mother had responded to it. Harry hung 
up and looked over his shoulder, stiQ keeping his swollen groin turned from 
them. "Mom or Dad will be over in a while," he mumbled. 

He was thinking he should go out and wait in the car to avoid further 
embarrassment ... and maybe give himself a quick handjob, as well, so that 
he wouldn't still have a boner when his mother or father showed up. But 
Laura was grinning wickedly at him. "Oh, good ... we'll have time to do some 
more necking while we wait, huh?" "Errrr ... ahhhhh ... " he stammered. 
Naturally, the prospect of some more heavy petting with the blonde sexpot 
was welcome. But her mother was sitting right there, listening, for 
crissake! 

"C'mon ... let's sit on the couch," Laura urged. 

Harry staggered over to the couch and flopped down, as much because his legs 
were turning to water as for any other reason. Laura came over and sat 
beside him, snuggling up to him immediately. 

Harry avoided her mother's eyes. 

It was amazing enough that the woman didn't object to her little girl making 
out so passionately ... but surely she wasn't going to sit right there and 
watch! 

Laura was rubbing up and down his thigh and Mowing into his ear. She was 
wriggling against him, her fat tits rubbing on his arm. 

Harry glanced across the room, keeping his bead down and looking from the 
tops of his eyes. 

Julia not only hadn't left the room, she was spring at them intently, 
leaning forward slightly. She took a drag on her cigarette, then took a sip 
of her gin and tonic ... but her eyes stayed glued to the teenagers and her 
expression was one of total fascination. 

"Don't be stuffy, Harry,' Laura whined, piqued by his embarrassed failure to 
respond. 

"But ... jeez ... your mom ... " he mumbled. 

"She don't mind, do you, Mom?" 

"Of course not. You kids just go ahead and have some fun. Don't mind me," 
Julia replied. 

Harry gulped in dismay. But his cock was going crazy in his tight jeans. 

Laura stuck her tongue in his ear. 

"Mom's kind of kinky," she sighed. 

Harry groaned, turbulent emotions tumbling through his mind and searing his 
loins. 

Julia was looking approvingly at them. 

"When I was a kid, she used to leave the bedroom door open, so I could sneak 
a look when she was fucking Daddy," the girl whispered into Harry's ear. "So 
I guess it's only fair I let her watch me." 

Harry felt frozen in place, helpless to act or react. He was putty in her 
hands ... except for his prick, about which there was nothing at all 
putty-like. How could the girl talk like that in front of her mother? How 
could she neck with him while her mom was watching? 

Harry was desperately uncomfortable. 

And yet there was something really exciting about such a kinky situation, 
such a mother-daughter relationship. His cock was so big and hard that it 
felt as if his erection began way back in his asshole ... as if he was 
nailed to the couch by his own spike. 

Laura cupped his cock and balls and squeezed gently. Harry gasped. Her 
mother sighed happily. The whole thing seemed unreal to the youth. He felt 
as if he was having a dream ... a wet dream, to be sure. 

The distraught boy closed his eyes, hiding from the intrigued woman's 
intimate gaze like an ostrich sticking its head in the sand, thinking itself 
invisible to a hungry Hon. 

But he knew that she was still there ... and looking as hungry as a lion, 
herself. 

He felt the bouncy, nubile girl wriggling and squirming around beside him, 
one hand on his crotch, her breath wafting into his ear, her tongue flicking 
out. 

She took him by the wrist and drew his hand to her tits. He felt bare tit 
meat and realized that Laura had removed her tight tee shirt and was naked 
to the waist. 

His eyes snapped open in alarm. j Surely there must be some limit to Laura's 
mother's amazing tolerance? But, if so, they hadn't come to that limit so 
far. The lovely lady still looked encouragingly and approvingly at her 
little girl's misbehavior. 

Harry was beginning to lose his inhibitions now. They were melting away like 
plastic in the heat of his passion. The situation was really weird ... but 
if the woman didn't object, why should he? 

He began to knead and fondle Laura's plump tits, casting secretive looks 
across the room at her mother ... who had even more delectable tits than her 
daughter. 

Julia had put her cigarette and glass down now and was leaning closer toward 
them. 

Her juicy set of tits was spilling from her bodice and Harry could see the 
big, swollen tips. Laura cupped her hand behind Harry's neck and drew his 
head down onto her tits. Harry began to suck her nipples, still looking 
across at her mother's mouth-watering tits. As he inhaled on her daughter's 
nipples, Julia's nipples were shooting out as if in envy. The woman began to 
feel herself up. Her negligee fell open and Harry was rewarded with a look 
at her bushy blonde cunt. She caressed her tits with one hand and stroked 
between her legs with the other, moaning, her face a mask of desire, her 
eyes narrowed and her tongue gliding across her sensuous, trembling mouth. 

Her thighs parted, showing Harry her hot pussy. 

Harry was beginning to understand that the woman's tolerance of her 
daughter's naughtiness was only one aspect of the emotions that motivated 
her. 

Where the fuck was it going to lead? 

Then Laura opened Harry's fly. 

He groaned as she dragged his cock and balls out, folding his jeans wide 
open to expose all of his sex tackle. If her mother was ever going to draw 
the line, it would be now, thought Harry. But Julia only panted at the 
sight. 

"Oh, my!" she moaned, eyes aglow. 

"Big, ain't he, Mom?" Laura sighed. 

She gave Harry's cockshaft a slow push-pull, making it buck like a bronco. 

Then she moved her hand away, so that her mother had a clear view of that 
massive cock. Harry's prick was so taut he could have used it to play a 
fiddle. 

Julia whimpered as she stared in admiration at that huge hunk of teenaged 
prick. 

"Why don't you sit with us, Mom?" Laura suggested, in a husky whisper. 

"I thought you'd never ask," Julia said. 

 Chapter Four 

Marsha was riding his cock with a vigor that startled George Henderson. His 
raven-haired wife was always a dynamic and enthusiastic fuck, but at the 
moment she was excelling herself in the frenzied pace. 

He could only assume that it had been their son who had called and that the 
boy had said he would be home soon and Marsha was desperate to finish up 
before his arrival forced them to stop screwing. 

He was half right. It had been Harry on the phone but it wasn't his 
impending arrival that had made the woman so eager to conclude their 
coupling. 

He was doing his damnedest to keep up with her, but Marsha was outpacing 
him, riding up and down on his cock twice as fast as he was able to heave up 
from the resistant armchair and pump it to her pussy. 

Her cunt chute slammed down, slurped up, pounded back down to his cock root 
savagely. Her pussy was so hot and the friction so intense that he wondered 
that there wasn't smoke wafting from her groin, that the aroma of burning 
cunt wasn't added to the pussy perfume that was permeating the room, that 
his prick wasn't melting in her pussy. 

Her ass churned from side to side, her gently rounded belly pumped, her lush 
thighs rippled smoothly as she heaved herself up and down. 

"Cum . . . cum . . . cum!" she kept crying, demanding him to shoot off in 
her, saying the word each time she wallowed her cunt down to his balls. 

Her pussy was dissolving on his meat, her cunt getting thick with goo. As 
she stuffed herself full of prick plug, her cunt cum was spraying out, 
soaking her bush, lathering her groin, drenching his balls and running in 
milky ribbons down her inner thighs. 

Along with the driving friction her fuckhole was sucking fiercely and she 
was twisting her hips around, adding torque to the in and out action. 

George humped up hard. Marsha jolted twice on his cock as he took the single 
stroke. Her cunt flew up and down as he drove up and repeated the strokes as 
he dropped back into the creaking chair. 

"C'mon ... shoot off, darling! Hose my cunt!" she screamed. 

It seemed as if she was so hot that she was starting to ignite and needed 
the fluid from his huge prick to quench the flames. 

George threw his head and shoulders back and whipped his ass up furiously. 
His prick hissed into her boiling pussy, sinking as deep as it could go. His 
balls rolled up into her crotch as if he was trying to ram those fat bags 
into her cunt along with his cock. 

They were rattling each other's bones as they ground together in a raging 
fury. 

"Can't wait! Juice me, George!" she begged, grunting the words out as if his 
fat prick were driving up into her throat and forcing the syllables from her 
voicebox. 

She felt transfixed, wondering that the head of his cock wasn't coming out 
of her mouth, loving this savage screwing ... yet eager for it to end, as 
well, for her own dark and adulterous purposes. 

George felt his balls swell enormously. 

He gasped. His handsome face contorted in a grimace of primitive passion. 
His cumbags were at the bursting point, ready to explode like a timebomb. 

"Here it'aims, baby!" he wailed. 

"Yeah ... yeah!" she cried in wild enthusiasm. 

His balls exploded violently and a great, gooey torrent of fuckjuice 
geysered up into her smoldering pussy. She howled like a bitch in heat as 
she felt that boiling oil spraying into the core of her cunthole. 

She creamed off again and again, still riding his cock at a fierce pace, 
draining his cum load off as she jolted through the spasms of her own creamy 
climax. 

It was over quicker than normal. 

Usually George and Marsha enjoyed a prolonged simultaneous orgasm, hovering 
at the heights for bhssful moments and then fucking each other slowly down 
through the ebbing spirals of the contented descent. 

But there was nothing gentle or tender or loving about it today, no 
lingering over the post-cumming strokes. She kept on ramming her randy cunt 
up and down on his cock and milked him bone dry within seconds. George had 
shot about as much jizz as ever, but the hot, thick slime had all poured out 
in a few spurts. 

He slumped back, breathing hard in the aftermath, looking stunned by his 
explosive crest. Marsha jolted away for a few more seconds, making sure they 
were both done. She sprawled down on his lap then, kissing him 
affectionately on the lips. 

His prick was still fat and firm inside her and he was quite capable of 
fucking again, without retracting his prick even for a moment. They often 
did ball two times in a row, without uncoupling, and he figured that his 
oversexed wife was in one of those moods today. 

But then she slowly pulled her cunt up and unplugged her pussy from his 
still-stiff prick. 

Her cuntslot stayed open wide, retaining the shape of his cock, cunt cum and 
jizz spilling out. She slid back along his thighs and knelt on the floor. 

His balls were deflated but his cock was looming up, fat and tense, all 
glistening from her cunthole. Marsha gazed at his prick fondly. 

Then she did a wicked thing. 

She bent down and took the greasy head of his prick into her lips and 
sucked. 

Sucking her husband's cock wasn't wicked in itself, to be sure ... but 
Marsha was committing an act of adultery in her fevered mind, her faithless 
imagination. 

The promiscuous woman was tasting her husband's cockmeat as an hors d'oeuvre 
to whet her appetite for the main course of teenaged prick ahead of her. 

It seemed so naughty that Marsha had the grace to blush as she nursed on the 
marital prick and heated her mouth up for the neighbor boy's cock and cum. 

George thought, naturally, that he was about to get a blowjob and he settled 
back to enjoy it, starting to fuck in and out of her lips. 

But Marsha stayed down on that cock canape for only a few moments, then drew 
her mouth from him. She had polished his knob to a glowing luster, all of 
the cunt cum and fuckjuice soaked up by her maw. 

She gave him an apologetic look. 

"I shouldn't have started that, darling," she sighed, licking her lips and 
looking wistful. 

He gave her a bewildered look. Knowing how much his wife loved to swallow 
spunk, he couldn't figure out why she had stopped sucking. He supposed it 
was as frustrating for her mouth as it was for his cock. 

"I'll finish the job later, dear," she promised. 

Then the naughty woman told her husband about their son having run out of 
gas. 

George was feeling a bit annoyed as he went out to the garage, with his 
hard-on jumping around uncomfortably in his trousers and his balls so 
swollen again that he had to step gingerly around them. 

He didn't mind taking the gas over to where Harry had phoned from, but he 
couldn't understand why Marsha had begun a blowjob that had to be terminated 
before he had fed her the creamy consequences. 

The prospect of having her finish the cock-milking later was pleasant, but 
having to wait with his prick bucking and his balls expanding wasn't much 
fun. 

He figured she must have started sucking through thoughtless enthusiasm, 
though, and he could hardly fault the lovely lady for being so hungry for 
his prick. 

It didn't dawn on him ... yet ... that it wasn't his prick that she was 
hungry for, nor that she had used his cock simply to whet her appetite. 

He got in the car carefully, very much aware of his bloated cumbags. He had 
to sit sort of bowlegged to make room for them. He started the car and 
backed out of the garage, still thinking about Marsha's magic mouth and not 
paying much attention to what he was doing. 

He was halfway down the block before he remembered that he had left the gas 
can in the garage. 

It was to be a fateful oversight. 

Marsha moved to the front window and looked out, making sure that her 
husband had driven off. Her tongue was tingling with the flavor of his cock 
and her own pussy nectar and she was seething for teenaged prick. 

As soon as the car had driven off, she quickly stripped, then crossed to the 
side window and looked out, hoping desperately that Tony was still in his 
yard. 

She felt ashamed and guilty for what she was going to do and for having used 
her innocent husband's cock as an appetizer ... but shame and guilt were 
feeble emotions compared to cock-hunger. 

It'll serve me right if Tony has gone and I have to spend the afternoon with 
a hot mouth, she thought. 

But, to her delight, the sturdy young man was still out there, pushing the 
lawnmower ... along with his bulging hard-on ... up and down the lawn. 

Marsha rapped on the window. Tony looked up, and when he saw the voluptuous 
woman framed in the window, naked and smiling, his heart leaped with joy and 
his prick leaped with lust. His eyebrows shot up in query. Marsha winked and 
nodded, fluttering her tongue out to show the youth just what a treat he had 
in store. He stood there as if rooted to the earth by his hard-on. Her 
lapper was flicking around invitingly, as if she were doing limbering up 
exercises to get it ready for him. 

Then she formed an oval of her lips, making her sexy mouth into an obvious 
slot ... a facial fuckhole. 

Tony, who loved to drain off his young balls into that sweet sucker, dashed 
across the lawn with the front of his jeans looming out as if he were a pole 
vaulter lugging a denim pole down the track. 

He ran to the Henderson's front door in a single-minded frenzy, looking 
neither right nor left. 

If he had, he would have seen George Henderson come walking back down the 
street. 

It was a one-way street, and rather than back the car up, George left it at 
the curb and walked back to fetch the gas can. As he approached the house, 
he was surprised to see the teenaged boy from next door come hurtling around 
the corner and run up to the front door. 

What the hell? George thought. 

He stopped dead in his tracks, bewildered. 

Then the door opened and George had a glimpse of his naked wife as, smiling, 
she admitted the boy. 

Holy shit, he thought, stunned. He shook his handsome head as if to clear 
it. His mind groped for any possible excuse, but could find none whatsoever. 
It seemed completely evident ... his wife must be fucking the neighbor kid! 

A surge of anger and jealousy swelled up in him as he considered catching 
them in the act and giving his faithless wife holy hell. 

But his cock and balls were swollen with more than anger and jealousy ... 
and now that massive prick was reacting with more than thoughts of righteous 
indignation. 

The prospect of outraged confrontation paled in the glow of aroused passion. 
Jealousy is a powerful stimulant, a potent aphrodisiac ... and George had a 
hard-on to begin with. 

He began to smile grimly, tight-jawed, his eyes hooded. He moved toward the 
house. 

He might wind up giving his wife hell, eventually. 

But first he was going to sneak in and watch that wanton bitch cheating on 
him. 

So Harry was going to have to wait quite a while before the gas was 
delivered. 

But, under the circumstances, Harry didn't mind the wait in the slightest. 

 Chapter Five 

Julia stood up and let the sexy negligee slide from her shoulders. She was 
statuesque and shapely, her tits capped by rosy peaks, and her tawny cunt 
bush spreading in a luxuriant vee on her gently rounded belly. 

She posed for a minute, letting the young man admire her womanly figure as 
he cuddled with her nubile daughter on the couch. Feeling Laura's tits, he 
gazed at the mother's even bigger set. It was obvious by this time that he 
was in for an exciting adventure and Harry was wildly enthused about this 
bizarre situation. He was a fairly innocent naive young man, and it seemed 
to him that Laura and her lovely mother must be kinky and depraved. But he 
sure as hell didn't mind having them corrupt his morals. 

The older woman drifted over, all swinging hips and jutting tits. She sat 
down beside Harry, on the opposite side from her daughter. With fat white 
tits on both sides, Harry felt like the meat in a bun. He moved one hand 
from Laura's tits and touched her mother's tentatively. She smiled 
enouragingly and the boy began to feel them both up at the same time, one 
hand on either set. 

They turned his face back and forth, each kissing him on the lips in turn, 
feeding him plenty of hot tongue and sucking his lapper in order. 

They surprised the boy by kissing each other, as well. Their sexy mouths met 
just before his face and they French kissed with far more than 
mother-daughter affection, with a passion that went beyond family fondness. 

Harry had never seen two females kiss like that. He found it very, very 
stimulating ... and wondered just how depraved these women were, what sort 
of a family he had gotten involved with. But Harry was game for anything by 
this time ... surprised, yes, but not scandalized, as he watched them 
swapping tongues and saliva and panting into each other's open mouth. 

They kissed Harry again, both together now, licking at his lips and probing 
his mouth, their lappers entwining together in the boy's mouth, all 
salivating together. 

There was a hand on his balls. 

Harry didn't know whose hand it was. Then they drew back and he looked down 
and saw that it was Laura's mother who was cupping his swollen cumbags. 

She pulled his head down to her tits. Harry sucked each bloated nipple in 
rotation, then twisted around and nursed on Laura's perky peaks. 

He slid a hand down and cupped Laura's cunt. His other hand moved up Julia's 
thigh and he held her pussy, as well. It felt like he had a steamed pudding 
in each hand. He began to caress both of their cunts, his hands moving as if 
he were a juggler, tossing their pussies back and forth. 

Laura wrapped her fist around his prick. 

As her mother gently fondled his balls, the girl began to frig his cock up 
and down. Mother and daughter were both gazing down at his groin, watching 
the action as Harry turned from tit to tit between them. 

A glob of pre-cum glistened on his cock-knob. 

"Ooooooh!" Julia sighed. 

"He's got a lot of juice, Mom," Laura purred. "When I tossed him off, he 
must of shot a bucketful!" 

"Do you want to toss him off again, darling?" Julia asked the girl, 
breathless and staring. 

"Want me to, Mom?" Laura whispered. 

"Yes, Laura ... do it!" Julia moaned. 

Harry thought that meant that he was going to have to settle for another 
handjob. He wasn't complaining. But then Julia amended her statement. 

"Toss him off ... in my mouth!" she whimpered. 

Harry shook violently when he heard that. The prospect of a blowjob was 
tremendously exciting under any circumstances, but to have a sexy teenager 
jerk him off into her own mother's mouth was driving him crazy. It was the 
most depraved thing he had ever heard of ... and the most thrilling. 

Laura and Julia were grinning at each other knowingly. It dawned on Harry 
that this couldn't be the first time they had consorted in this fashion. He 
wondered, vaguely, if Juila was too lazy to suck a guy off and, hungry for 
cum, let her little girl do the work ... sort of like a household chore in 
this remarkable family. Little Laura did the stroking and her mom swallowed 
the results. 

Or did they switch roles, too? 

Laura skinned back to the hilt of his cock, making his cockhead flare out in 
a throbbing purple slab. Pre-cum was slathering the tip, steaming on the hot 
prick. 

Julia leaned over his lap, her eyes glowing hungrily, her tongue flicking 
across her lips. Her breath drifted down onto his cock, moist and warm. 

She rubbed her nose against the greasy tip of his bulging cock-knob, 
sniffing the meaty aroma. Laura held his prick skinned back as her mother 
slid her nose around in the goo, purring and whining lustfully. 

Julia's tongue slid out and she began to lap at the fat wedge of his crown, 
slurping at the damp slopes and licking into his gaping pisshole. 

"Ummmmm-yummy!" she sighed as the gamy flavor of his preliminary seepage 
tingled on her tongue. 

She laved all over the pulsating slab adoringly. 

Laura was leaning down, watching the licking. Her mother winked at the girl 
as she wound her nimble, pliable tongue all over Harry's cock-knob. She 
slurped up the pre-spunk and replaced it with her drool. 

Laura wasn't frigging him yet. She was just holding his cockshft at the root 
so that the head bulged out in a wide, flaring lump, as if she were feeding 
her mother a meaty hambone or a sizzling hot shish kebab. 

"Taste good, Mommy?" the teenaged tart moaned. 

"Ummmmm! His cockmeat is scrumptious! I can't wait to drink his cum load!" 
the older woman murmured. 

Her saliva was spilling down his prick, shot through with creamy threads of 
pre-cum. Slime welled up on the web between Laura's thumb and forefinger. 
Harry's prick was flowing like a fountain of youth, feeding his teenaged 
vitality to the horny older woman's mouth. 

Julia swept her tongue around against the base of his ballooning knob. Then 
her lips parted in a wide oval and she swallowed his cockhead in. 

She only mouthed his cock-knob, her lips peeling out on the fat shaft as she 
nursed and her cheeks sucking in as she inhaled on his meat. She blew and 
sucked, sucked and blew, and her lapper danced on his cockhead, but she 
wasn't bobbing her head up and down in the traditional blowjob movement. 
That was what her daughter was there for ... to assist. "Ready, Mom?" the 
girl rasped. "Umphhh!" Julia panted. "Ready to drink it, Mom?" Laura 
persisted, her fist clenching tighter as she prepared to frig. 

"Ummmmm ... yeah, honey!" Julia moaned, the words muted on his cock. "Milk 
this big fucker off in Mommy's hot mouth, baby! Whitewash Mommy's throat!" 

Laura began to pump her fist up and down, jerking Harry's prick into her 
mother's maw. Her hand skimmed up and nudged the woman's unpeeled lips, then 
pulled back and the heel of her fist bumped his balls. 

As her mother slurped juicily on Harry's cockhead, the girl whipped her fist 
up and down between the woman's lips and the boy's balls, frigging faster as 
his hard cock began to vibrate in her fist and swell in Julia's mouth. 

"Ummmmm!" Julia gasped as more slimy pre-cum sloshed onto her tongue in an 
oily bath. 

His juice slid into her drool. His cock-knob was scalding hot as it lay on 
her lapper and in her parted lips. Her saliva was streaming on his prick. 

Harry had already spilled out as much preliminary goo as lots of guys shot 
when they creamed off, and Julia was relishing every blessed drop. His 
seepage was making the wanton woman ravenous for his full dose. 

Harry was trying to hold back, enjoying this sweet sucking and frigging so 
much that he would have loved to make it last for hours. 

But the physical sensations of a magic mouth and a skimming fist, combined 
with the dark psychological thrill of having a mother and daughter team 
working on his cock was driving him to the dizzy heights. 

Too, he wanted to make sure he was finished before one of his parents 
arrived with the gas ... not realizing that they were being delayed in a 
coincidental fashion. 

He began to hump up from the couch, fucking through Laura's pumping fist and 
slogging a bit deeper into her mad mother's mouth. 

"He's gonna shoot, Mom!" Laura gasped as she felt his cock harden and swell 
in her palm, spreading her encircling fingers out so that she could barely 
span his prick. 

"Ooooooh!" Julia moaned in voracious glee, anticipating a drink from his 
cock. 

"Cum, Harry! Slime in my mom's mouth!" the teenaged minx urged him. 

The girl whipped her fist up and down frantically, jerking on the cum 
strokes, just as she had in the car ... but with far more enthusiasm, now 
that she was about to milk him in her mother's face. 

Harry arched his back, thrusting his loins up, facefucking Julia through her 
little girl's grip. 

"Cum ... cum!" Laura panted. 

"Ulppppp!" Julia slurped. 

And Harry obliged them lavishly. 

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Harry's balls erupted volcanically as Laura frigged down on his cock, and 
his jizz shot up his prick under tremendous pressure, spraying out like a 
fire extinguisher. 

"Glubbbbb ... gulppppp!" Julia sputtered as her mouth was abruptly full of 
cum. 

She swallowed a lot. Some spilled from her lips and ran down her chin. Her 
daughter hovered closer, loving to watch her mother drink from a prick. 

"Suck it up, Mom!" she wailed, still pumping. "Swallow his sweet sap! Drink 
it, Mom!" 

Each time that the girl's fist frigged down Harry's cock, she jacked more 
juice into her mother's mouth. The slime was spraying Julia's throat, 
skimming over the arched roof of her maw, setting her tongue afloat. Great, 
creamy clouds spilled down her gullet and gooey strings ran through her 
guMs. Jizz jets painted her palate and hosed her cheeks. 

Julia slurped and sputtered as she swallowed, gulping and gargling the goo 
greedily, her lovely face aglow with cum-drinker's rapture. 

Laura frigged down, Harry foamed off and Julia fed on the fuckjuice 
frantically. 

Harry kept on cumming. 

He was bridged up, not having to hump, letting the teenager jerk him off 
into her mother's sucking lips and trembling with the exquisite sensation of 
it. 

His balls seemed to hold an endless supply of spunk. The hot, thick stuff 
just kept squirting out, filling Julia's maw up again as soon as she had 
swallowed the last dose. She was gasping and gulping gleefully, cherishing 
every spurt, loving every drop, relishing the taste and the temperature and 
the texture. 

Harry's juice shot out as thick and nourishing as boiling condensed milk, 
filling her throat with lumps so solid that she felt that she was eating it 
instead of drinking as she greedily swallowed it down. 

His balls were pumping in and out like lungs as she sucked and blew on his 
meat valve. Saliva and jizz dribbled richly from her panting lips and 
streamed down his prick, washing over the cumbags from where the cum had 
just been spilled, returning via Julia's mouth and his cock. 

Laura's palm slid up and down fluidly on the slick oil, skimming lightly. 
She changed hands. Frigging him with her left hand, she brought her right 
hand up to her chin and began to lap up the goo. 

Her mother watched her approvingly, still sucking more spunk from Harry's 
cockhead as she saw her hungry little girl tonguing up the overflow. Laura 
looked back longingly. Harry's hot slime was so succulent that she felt 
jealous of her mother, who was swallowing most of his load ... and gulping 
it straight from the meaty source. 

Laura was beginning to regret her strict code of ethics that prevented her 
from giving a horny boy head the first time he picked her up. 

It seemed a rule made to be broken. 

She leaned down and began to lick her mother's lips as they slurped on 
Harry's prick just below the knob. Julia generously allowed some more frothy 
slime and saliva to spill from her oral socket and her daughter lapped it up 
hungrily, like a wolf cub being fed by its mother. 

Harry's spunk was doing double duty now, feeding both females, thrilling two 
generations of jizz drinkers with the same load. 

His slime poured from his pisshole and soaked onto Julia's tongue. She 
savored it, her lapper meat absorbing some, then letting the rest dribble 
out so that her daughter could relish it from his prick. 

It was sort of like she was bringing a doggy bag home from a restaurant, 
Harry thought as he stared at the action in his groin in awe. 

At last his juice stopped jetting out so violently, but kept on foaming into 
Julia's mouth in little spurts and frothy trickles, feeding her the dregs. 

Julia and Laura kissed each other ardently, with Harry's greasy cockhead 
placed between their parted lips. Their lappers snaked around his slimy cock 
caressingly as they French kissed each other. 

Laura drew her hand off his cockshaft and began to lick up and down the 
thick prick, gathering up all the precious goo that had escaped from her 
mother's mouth and run on down his still-stiff cock. 

She licked some pearly drops from his balls as her mother kept nursing the 
last goo from his pisshole. 

"Ummmmm ... lemme have a suck on his big knob, Mom!" the teenaged tart 
whimpered. 

This was a caring, sharing family and Julia drew her drenched mouth off 
Harry's bulging cockhead so that her daughter could collar it in her lips. 

Laura's mouth was as delightful as her mom's as she sucked on his cock-knob 
and Harry oozed a last slimy glob of cum onto her hot tongue. 

He wondered if cocksucking was hereditary, if Julia had passed the skill on 
to her daughter in her genes. 

Laura polished his cock-knob until it looked like a glistening purple 
gemstone. When she moved away not a single blob of jizz remained, only her 
slick saliva. 

Both had some cum left in their mouths and they kissed again, letting the 
sweet sap run back and forth between their locked lips. 

Harry noticed that they were feeling each other's fat tits and pulling at 
the taut tips as they kissed. It seemed a weird thing for a mother and 
daughter to be feeling each other up like lovers. He knew they weren't 
lesbians and it was sort of confusing to the naive lad. 

But profoundly stimulating, as well. 

His cock hadn't softened much at all, still standing rampant, no longer as 
hard as steel but with a firm texture, like a hard rubber tube. His balls 
were drained, but those potent bags were already starting to fill up again. 

Harry's balls were going to be fueled up long before the gas tank got a 
gallon. 

Laura and Julia were aware of this, too, both looking at his cock and balls 
as they kissed so moistly. And they knew how to inspire a guy, no doubt 
about it. 

Julia drew back and thrust her tits up. 

Without any hesitation, her daughter dove in on the heavy mounds and began 
to suck the nipples. 

"Ummmmm!" she purred. 

Harry gulped at the incredible sight. The girl was nursing with a hell of a 
lot more enthusiasm and hunger than she ever had as a suckling infant. If he 
hadn't known better, Harry would have thought they were dykes ... and 
incestuous in their lesbian love, as well. 

But since they were both cocksuckers, it didn't seem possible to the 
inexperienced youth that they could also be cuntlappers. Harry, silly young 
fellow, believed that the two tastes were exclusive, one precluding the 
other. He could only assume that they were playing with each other strictly 
for his benefit, to get his cock hard and his cumbags full for further 
heterosexual sex. 

Laura drew up and offered her tits to her mother, in turn. Julia began to 
suck on the girl's nipples in a bizarre reversal of the maternal function. 

Holding the girl's head cradled to her tits, Julia slid a hand down into 
Laura's loins. The heel of her palm cupped the girl's blonde cunt bush and 
her fingers dipped in to stroke her cuntslot. 

Laura began to fondle her mother's pussy, as well. They played with each 
other's clit and slid their fingers up the foamy fuckhole as they continued 
to suck on each other's swollen tit tips. 

Harry's eyes got round as saucers as he gaped at that unbelievable female 
foreplay. His mouth was wide open, echoing his eyes ... and his cum-bags 
were rapidly becoming solid spheres again, as well. 

They glanced at him, amused by his expression ... and delighted by his 
erection. 

Julia slid three fingers knuckle-deep into her little girl's smoldering 
pussy, grinding them around in the clinging cuntsleeve. Laura pulled on 
Julia's clit, making it surge explosively in her fingertips. 

Then the woman drew back, smiling lewdly. 

"Harry is horny again," she sighed. 

Harry wanted no doubts on that score and he pulsed his prick sinew, making 
his cock jolt savagely. He could feel each separate drop of a new cum load 
as his spermaries pumped it into his balls, filling those virile bags up 
again as if he hadn't cum in a week. 

"Can I drink his next wad, Mom?" Laura whined. "Can I suck him off and 
swallow it all?" 

Julia smiled mysteriously. 

"He's already had a blowjob, darling ... shouldn't we let him spill the next 
load somewhere else?" 

"Where, Mom?" Laura panted. 

"He could fuck me," the wanton woman sighed. 

"But I wanna drink his jizz!" Laura protested. 

"Why, yes, darling," Julia agreed. She paused. "You can drink it all ... out 
of Mommy's cunt!" 

Harry almost fainted. 

They couldn't be serious! 

But they sure were. 

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Laura squealed happily at the prospect. 

The girl loved to eat pussy almost as much as she loved to suck pricks and 
she adored her sexy mother's cunt most of all. When that creamy treat 
happened to be full of hot fuck-juice, it was even more delicious ... and 
when the young man who had supplied the hot cum was watching them, it 
embellished the thrill, to boot. 

Harry was looking as if he'd been poleaxed. 

Julia giggled at his expression. 

It was lots of fun to entertain such a naive and innocent young man, to 
introduce an enthusiastic novice to all the varieties of love. 

Julia just loved to corrupt the morals of a teenager ... most especially 
when that teenager happened to have a cock and balls of major magnitude. 

Laura, although she was a teenager, herself, was every bit as appreciative. 

"Yeah ... fuck my mom, Harry!" she moaned. "Fill her cunt up for my fucking 
lunch!" 

Harry knew that he should be appalled and disgusted by the thought of a girl 
eating her own mother's pussy ... but he felt no such thing. The idea was 
driving him wild. He was eager to throw a fuck into the voluptuous woman, of 
course ... but he was just as eager to finish that fuck, so that he could 
watch Laura lap her cunt. 

Julia lay back along the couch, spreading her legs and raising her knees up. 
She arched her back and hiked her haunchs up, bringing her groin up to the 
coupling angle, forming a fucking platform of her pelvis. 

"Screw me, Harry, you lovely boy!" she sighed. 

"Yeah ... fuck her ass off!" Laura enthused. Harry turned onto his knees. He 
stared down at her foaming fuckhole. The coral pink cuntlips were turned 
open and thick white cunt milk was slathering her pussy. Her clit was 
steaming as it stuck up pert and taut. 

Harry grasped his prick by the base and levered it down into her crotch. The 
cock was much too stiff to bend and as his knob angled down, his ass jerked 
up on the end of his vibrant hard-on. He fitted his cockhead into her cunt. 
Her pliable pussy began to pull, sucking him in greedily, the swampy slot 
swallowing just like her mouth had when his prick had been in the other end 
of that vivacious lady. He braced his knees on the couch and tilted his 
wrist, whiping his cock-knob up and down in her cunt. The fat slab was 
stirring her pussy like a meaty spoon and whisking over her clit like a 
flail. Cunt cream was breaking like a bow wave around his blunt cock-prow. 
"Shove it up me! Give it to me!" she gasped. He sank his cock-knob in. The 
bulging slab disappeared and her cuntlips collared his stalk tightly, 
clinging and clutching and dragging him deeper. 

Harry didn't even have to hump. That horny cunt was just pulling his prick 
right in. Inch by inch, his long cockshaft followed his cock-knob into her 
pussy. 

Julia sighed when his mighty prick was in her as deep as the average-sized 
cock went. Then she wailed as he fed her more, his smoking hot cockhead 
probing so deep up her chute that she felt like a virgin again ... as if he 
was exploring cherry cunt territory in her well-used loins. 

He heaved and drove in all the way. 

His balls rolled up and jammed in her groin as every inch of his cock 
vanished. 

Julia gulped as if he had shoveled it in so far he had choked her throat on 
his cock-knob. That slab was like a lump of glowing iron in the core of her 
cunt, so far up her she thought it must be shoving her vital organs aside to 
make room, rearranging her body cavity, threatening to dislodge her hipbones 
from their sockets. 

And she cherished every inch of that load. 

Harry held it all buried, savoring the joy of having all of his hot, hard 
cock enveloped in clinging cunt chute and letting her thrill to the 
sensation of having her creamy cunt stuffed to the brim. 

Laura lay belly down between them, her chin on the couch, staring straight 
ahead at the coupling. Her tongue was sticking out like a pliable iron 
filing being drawn to a magnet. She sHd in closer and licked Harry's cumbags 
as they ballooned in her mother's groin. 

Then, wanting to get invoved, the naughty girl ran her tongue up through the 
musky crack of Harry's ass cleft. She licked out his asshole and pushed her 
tongue up into that tight brown ring. 

Harry jerked spasmodically at the sensation. 

He was holding all of his cock up Julia's cunt and as Laura stuck her tongue 
up his shithole, it felt as if she was licking the root of his hard-on 
inside his groin. His asshole felt as stuffed by her lapper as Julia's pussy 
felt stuffed by his swollen prick. 

Of course, Harry's asshole was tighter than her cunt, to be sure. But her 
cunt was clamping around his cock like a wet velvet vise, the tunnel molding 
to the contours and gripping the swollen outline snuggly. 

Laura slid up and down, alternatively licking his balls and rimming out his 
shitter. The depraved little minx loved to lick around the edges of a fuck. 

But then she moved back. 

Laura didn't want to blunt her appetite on an asshole appetizer, when she 
had a creamy feast ahead of her and she settled back to look, licking her 
lips like a gourmet waiting for a French chef to cook up a banquet. 

Harry began to prepare that feast. 

He drew his prick out, tugging against the suction of Julia's clinging 
cunthole. He paused, with only the flaring knob in her fuckhole. Then he 
shoved it all back into her, filling her to the core. 

Julia moved with him, shoving her pussy down as he plowed in and rolling her 
hips as he withdrew, so that her cunthole was winding around his prick in a 
screwing motion. 

His cock hissed in and his balls hit her upthrust ass with dull, solid 
thuds. Her cunt squished as he withdrew, the pliable folds distending down 
his cock. 

He dipped down and fed her an underslung stroke, long and rippling, his 
balls rolling along the couch. Then he hiked up and pumped in from above, as 
if he were nailing her to the cushions, fucking her through the couch. 

He angled his cock so that every blessed inch of throbbing meat ran across 
her clit, making her wail. She was screwing like a whirling dervish. Her ass 
churned and her hips jolted as she danced a wanton waltz on his driving 
prick. 

"Fuck me ... fuck me!" Julia gurgled. 

"Fuck her!" Laura added in a stage whisper. 

Harry bent down and sucked Julia's nipples, switching back and forth. He 
kissed her on her sensual lips, tasting his own spunk. Then he drew back up, 
arching his back as he steadily shoveled his cock into her cunt. 

Julia clamped her thighs around him, hooking her knees, cupping her belly. 
She held him in a scissor grip, locking her ankles and rubbing her heels up 
and down in the crack of his ass. 

Her feet slid down into his groin and massaged his surging cumbags. Then her 
legs flew up and open and she began to pump her arched feet behind his 
heaving haunches as if she were pumping a bicycle up a hill. 

"I'm creamin'! Oh, God! My cunt is melting!" the woman cried out in rapture. 

Harry could feel her fuckhole turn plastic on his prick, melting like a wax 
candle on his flaming wick. Her cunt was filling up with cunt cum. It felt 
as if he was shoving his cock into a steamed pudding, stirring a pot of glue 
with his prick. 

Her clit detonated against his ramrod cock and the core of her cunt 
dissolved, turning to a swamp. As his prick plugged her pussy full, it was 
pumping out a tide of lavish loin juice, turning her groin to a morass. 

"Shoot in me, Harry!" she screamed, yearning to feel his fuckjuice flow as 
she creamed, longing for a cunthole full of his teenaged joyjuice. 

"Fill her cunt up for me, Harry!" Laura wailed, drooling and slobbering as 
she waited to feed, her tongue so hot that it was sizzling in her saliva. 

Harry was as turned on by knowing that the girl was going to go down on her 
mother's pussy as he was by the pleasure of the woman's squeezebox cunt. He 
began to soar toward the heights of passion. 

"Gonna blow!" he gasped. 

Laura reached in under his ass, palm upwards, cupping his balls and 
squeezing gently to encourage them to explode, feeling his cum load shift 
within the bags. 

"Jizz me! Juice me!" Julia moaned. 

Her clit was going off like a repeating rifle and wave after wave of creamy 
cumming rippled across her jerking belly and shot up her trembling thighs. 

Harry roared like a lion at the crest. 

His balls exploded in Laura's hand so that the girl knew that he was cumming 
a split second before her mother did. His hot, thick slime sped up his prick 
and spumed out into Julia's juicing fuckbox in a torrent. 

Julia undulated, coiling like a spring, throwing all of her voluptuous body 
into the action as her teenaged lover poured his spunk into her in squirt 
after squirt, creaming off as abundantly as he had in her mouth. 

Her cunt sucked his juice up and spilled more cum out around his spurting 
cock. Each time he fed her another geyser of fuckjuice, her pussy melted 
again, cumming on the catalyst of his boiling slime. 

His balls were draining off. They swung in and slapped against her ass with 
a hollow sound now as the load that had made them so solid spilled into her 
loins. 

At last the boy began to falter, spent and drained. He missed a stroke and 
lost the beat. He was humping into her with jerky thrusts now. 

Julia kept up the furious pace, screwing down onto his cock faster than he 
was stuffing it up her as she worked her cumming off to the last spasms. 

Then she slowed, finished, a dreamy smile glowing on her radiant face. 

Harry held his prick buried. 

His cock was still solid in her cunt, and it felt lovely to keep it bedded 
in her in the pleasant aftermath of his dynamic cumming. He could have 
fucked her again, without removing his prick for a moment. 

But her daughter was waiting to feed. 

And Harry was hot to see that. 

And he wanted to watch it all before his mom dad came along with the gas, as 
well. But he needn't have worried about that. Mom and Dad were both busy. 
She was licking ... and he was looking. 

 Chapter Eight 

George Henderson crossed the lawn and moved up to the door through which his 
naked wife had just admitted a teenaged boy to their home. George's emotions 
were ninning wild and his prick was running amok as he quickly opened the 
door and stepped into the hallway. 

He hated the thought that his wife cheated on him, yet the desire to spy on 
her adultery was so great that he couldn't really wish it weren't happening. 
He was trembling with a sense of delicious, exquisite jealousy. 

He could hear the soft murmur of Marsha's voice coming from the front room. 

His wife had recently been riding up and down on his cock in that same room. 
Had she been planning her infidelity even as she stuffed her cunt on marital 
prick? 

At least the faithless woman wasn't taking her young lover up to the bed she 
shared with George, he consoled himself as he crept silently towards the 
doorway. 

When he sneaked a look in, he was glad that he hadn't wasted any time in 
taking up his peeper's position ... because his wife sure wasn't wasting 
time. 

Marsha sank to her knees on the carpet and began to open Tony's jeans as he 
stood over her. There was a hungry expression on her face and the boy had 
his loins thrust out. It seemed evident that this was not the first time 
that he had visited George's wife. 

She's gonna blow him, George thought. 

Is that worse than screwing him? He wasn't sure about that ... but he was 
sure that watching his lovely lady sucking teenaged cock would be a real 
kinky thrill. 

His own cock was jumping and jolting savagely. He toyed with the idea of 
jerking himself off as he watched. But it seemed a waste to cum in his fist. 
He had a wife, whether she was true to him or not, and he could demand his 
marital rights as well as giving her hell ... and he sure was gonna need to 
get his rocks off by the time that he had watched the woman suck her lover 
off. 

Marsha unbuckled Tony's belt and drew his zipper down with teasing slowness. 
His jeans dropped to his knees. His cotton briefs were packed solid with 
cock, looking as if he'd stuffed a melon in his shorts. 

Marsha blew on the lump. The boy's hard-on surged and a damp, sticky patch 
spread out where the outline of his cock-knob bulged in the cotton. 

She hooked her fingers under the elastic waistband and tugged his briefs out 
wide of his raging prick, then pulled them down. She bent before him and he 
lifted one foot at a time as she removed his jeans and briefs from his legs, 
leaving him naked but for his shoes. 

Then Marsha straightened up again, kneeling with her face level with his 
groin. She didn't touch him for a while. She was staring at his prick and 
balls like a hungry child at a candy store window. 

Tony was groaning urgently, humping his hard ass, offering his cock to her 
mouth. 

It was driving her husband crazy, too. 

The thrill of playing the voyeur on his wife was so intense that George was 
every bit as eager for her to start sucking Tony's prick as Tony was 
himself. 

But Marsha was enjoying the preliminary play. She was starving for his cock 
and cream, to be sure, but she was in no great hurry for it, giving head 
more like a gourmet than a greedy glutton. 

The best part of a blowjob was the thrilling instant when a prick exploded 
in her mouth and she began to swallow the spunk, but Marsha liked to linger 
over the meat before she drank the dessert course, to lick for a while 
before she got down to the conclusive sucking. 

Leaning in, she flicked her tongue into his belly button. She licked down 
into his wiry pubic vee. Then, avoiding his cock and balls, she went on 
down, tonguing the inner flesh of his muscular young thighs. 

She went even lower, kissing his ankles, looking as if she were kneeling in 
worship before a phallic god, performing some act of depraved devotion. 

She slurped back up his legs, her heavy tits swaying as her raven-dark head 
rose up and her slim back arched. She pressed her tits to his cock and 
balls, rubbing against him like a cat. His greasy cock-knob bumped on her 
swollen nipples and his taut prick nudged into her deep cleavage. 

Tony thrust, fucking between her tits. 

Marsha purred, enjoying that. Her head was tilted down as she watched the 
slimy head of his cock as it came squeezing out of her tit tunnel. 

But so much pre-spunk was oozing from his pisshole that she was afraid that 
the horny teenager might shoot his wad off at any moment and, as much as she 
loved to feel his throbbing prick run through her cleavage, she didn't want 
him to cream off before his cock was in her mouth. 

She sat back on her heels. 

His cock, temporarily neglected, bucked dynamically. Preliminary globs of 
goo sprayed from the bloated knob and splashed on her tits. 

Marsha dropped her head and her tongue curled out. She licked the cum drops 
up from her tits, purring as the sweet flavor registered on her tastebuds. 

She was whetting her appetite for his full load and making Tony whimper with 
the desire to feed that load to her ... and affecting her watching husband 
even more. 

Still Marsha lingered over the foreplay, keeping a calculating eye on his 
balls to make sure that they weren't going to explode prematurely. 

Marsha wasn't sure how much time she had before George returned and, 
figuring there probably wasn't time for more than one blow-job, she was 
determined to make it a good one, satisfying for her mouth and belly and 
leaving the horny youngster well-drained and contented. 

Her head bobbed in, glossy hair spilling over her high cheekbones like ink. 
Her lambent tongue slid from her moist lips and she began to lick his balls. 

"Uinmnimm!" she sighed as the nutty flavor of ballmeat made her tongue 
tingle. 

She kissed and sucked on his bloated bag as if she might suck his cum load 
right through the tissue, drinking it straight from the source. 

Her head turned as her mouth worked on his balls and his iron-hard stalk 
stood to attention, jutting almost up to the boy's breastbone. 

Tony had a whopper of a cock, George saw ... but it wasn't as huge as his 
own gigantic prick. He was grateful for that, in one way, yet spying was so 
thrilling that he almost wished the boy had an even bigger cock to watch 
slide in and out of his wife's lips. 

Marsha folded her fist around Tony's prick. 

Shit! Don't tell me she's only gonna jerk him off! George thought, wanting 
to see more than that. 

But Marsha didn't pump on that throbbing handful. Using it like a lever, she 
gently pulled to one side, turning the boy's slim loins sideways, then on 
around so that he was facing away from her. 

She released his prick and placed her open hands on the hard cheeks of his 
ass, spreading them apart, opening his musky nether cleft. 

She began to lick up through the crack of his ass, then stabbed her tongue 
into his tight shit-hole. Tony jumped as if he'd been galvanized, and George 
groaned in sweet torment as he watched his lovely wife rim out teenaged 
asshole with such evident relish. 

Slurping and sucking on the teenager's shit socket, she reached on through 
his groin and cupped his balls from behind. They ballooned alarmingly in her 
palm. 

Marsha was having fun behind him, enjoying a snack on his shitter, but from 
the way his balls were surging she was afraid he might blow his wad ... and 
what a pity if he shot off with his back to her face. 

She gave his asshole a last loving suck, driving her tongue up the chute. 
Then she sat back, whimpering, her eyes glowing and her mouth drooling. 

It was time to mouth his cock and swallow his slime. 

Tony was more than ready to feed her ... and her husband was even more ready 
to watch. 

 Chapter Nine 

When Marsha stopped licking out his shithole, Tony turned to face her again, 
grinning. His cock swung around like the turret gun of a battleship, 
training on the target of her mouth. 

Marsha ducked down and tongued his balls some more, then began to lap up the 
underside of his thick prick. She curled her tongue out against the base and 
drew it slowly up, tracing along the ventral vein. 

Pre-cum was dribbling down his cock, hot and thick as melted lead. Marsha 
slurped the seepage up as she drew her tongue from base to knob. 

Then she turned her dark-tressed head sideways and fitted her parted, 
panting lips to his prickshaft. She began to run her mouth up and down his 
cock, playing it like a meaty flute, humming and sucking. 

She flutter-kissed the sensitive underside of his flaring cockhead, then 
slid back down towards his balls, sucking the hard shaft like a meaty bone. 

More goo gushed out and washed down, pooling in the edge of her mouth. She 
flicked it in with her tongue and relished it for a moment. Then her throat 
pulsed delicately as she drank the preliminary slime down. 

Her radiant expression and soft, moist moans showed how much she loved to 
drink jizz and those sound effects were embellishing her husband's horniness 
as he watched her drinking from another man's cock. 

She played him like a harmonica for a few more minutes, then rose up, 
craning her lovely neck and turning her avid face down over his bulging 
crown. She began to lave her tongue on the slimy tip, tonguing the greasy 
slab and dipping into his parted pisshole. 

Tony placed his open hands on her shoulders and humped, his cock-knob 
bumping against her lips and thrashing tongue, trying to facefuck her. But 
she was keeping her mouth pursed as she lapped more goo from the slab. 

She licked the underside of his cockhead where the vein spread out into the 
wedge, then slurped more spunk from his pisshole. Her lips were drenched 
with cum now and her pink tongue had a creamy film. 

She rubbed her nose on his cockhead, sniffing in the gamy, tantalizing 
fragrance of smoking hot prickmeat and the starchy aroma of pre-cum. 

"Suck me, Mrs. Henderson!", the frantic youth pleaded as he tried to drive 
his cock into her maw. 

It pleased George to hear the young man use such a formal and respectful 
form of address when speaking to his wife. But Marsha giggled at his words. 
It seemed silly to call her Mrs. Henderson when her mouth was on his prick. 

"Yes, Tony," she sighed, swiping her tongue on his fat cock-knob some more. 
"Fuck me in the mouth, you sweet boy! Use my mouth like a cunt, darling!" 

Tony shuddered violently and his huge cock-knob swelled up in her parted 
lips. Her mouth opened slowly. Tony heaved up and her raven-dark head bobbed 
down and she took his succulent cock into her lips. 

The boy groaned ... as did the watcher. 

Her lips were unpeeling, collaring his thick prick just below the knob. Her 
cheeks blew out as she exhaled, then sank in as she sucked. It seemed as if 
she were blowing down his meat valve to inflate his balls. 

Saliva poured down his cock, the frothy fluid streaked through with threads 
of thicker pre-cum, a fuckjuice filigree decorating her drool. 

She gurgled and gulped and gasped. Her hot tongue was soaking up his spunky 
flow like a sponge and the pre-cum was making her vora-cious for the full 
dose. 

Only his cockhead was in her lips and she spoke on the slab as if it were a 
microphone into which she was crooning a sultry song. 

"Cum in my mouth, baby! I'm hungry for all of your hot, thick jizz! Feed me 
your fuck-juice, darling, let me swallow your sweet slime!" 

Her words inflamed the boy ... and the onlooker ... as much as the sight. 
Tony began to hump up, slogging deeper into her head, tilting her face up as 
he stabbed through the oval socket of her lips. 

His hands shifted up from her shoulders and he held her radiant face between 
his palms, steadying her head as he poured the prick in with sharp jolts. 

Marsha ducked down to meet his thrusts avidly. Half of his cock disappeared 
in her facial fuckhole, then three-quarters of the long, thick prick. She 
drew up on his knob and gulped on it, taking a breather. Then her head 
jumped down and she swallowed him to the hilt. 

Her chin was jammed on his balls and her nose was rustling in his wiry cock 
hair and her pliable lips were plastered around the root of his prick. 

She began to rise and fall, taking all of his cock in on every stroke as he 
rammed up to meet her, his balls bouncing off her chin and rolling up to her 
lips. 

"Ahhhhh ... ummmmm!" she sighed. 

"Yeah ... milk me, you sweet cocksucker!" Tony rasped. 

That wasn't as respectful a form of address as before, but her husband 
didn't mind at this stage ... and Marsha adored to be identified so crudely 
as what she was. 

Her face slid down as if she was trying to swallow him, balls and all. Then 
her mouth pulled back up to his cock-knob and his glistening prick stood out 
like a hosepipe connecting his cumbags to her lips. 

"Unghhhh!" she gagged as his huge, flaring cockhead clogged into her throat, 
choking her. 

Then she purred as she sucked back up to that delicious cockhead. 

She whimpered on the meaty wad again. 

"Cum, Tony! Slime in my mouth! Whitewash my fucking throat, baby! Paint my 
palate with your sweet sap!" 

Tony whipped his prick in violently, tossing her head up as he gored her on 
that hard horn. His balls were so solid now they rolled up instead of 
swinging, the heavy spheres bumping on her lips. 

"Here it cums!" he wailed, throwing his head and shoulders back like a wolf 
baying at the moon. 

"Yeah ... yeah!" she gurgled in anticipation, her magic mouth working like a 
sump pump. 

"Swallow my jizz!" the boy cried. 

His balls exploded as they pressed against her lips and his first steaming 
spurt shot straight down Marsha's throat, so that she missed out on the joy 
of tasting it as she took it right down into her belly without even having 
to swallow. 

Her head jerked up and he fed her another squirt on the recoil. The creamy 
spume poured over her tongue, driving her wild with ecstasy. 

She was drinking with gusto, but the load from those youthful cumbags was 
overwhelming her. She couldn't manage to gulp it all down. Spunk overflowed 
her lips and ran down her chin and his cock ... incidentally giving her 
fascinated husband a look at what she was swallowing. 

"Yeah!" George silently mouthed in his enthusiasm. "Drink his hot spunk, you 
cheating tramp! Swallow it all, you bitch! You cum-guzzling slut!" 

But there was no malice in his silent words. The thrill of watching it took 
all the sting out of being cheated on. 

Her head kept jumping up and down and Tony kept humping and spraying it into 
her mouth lavishly. His balls seemed a bottomless reservoir of goo, his cock 
a cornucopia spilling out spunk by the bucketful. 

"More ... more ... keep cumming!" She gasped in her greed. 

Her belly was already so full that she could feel the cream sloshing around, 
yet still she didn't want his cock to stop hosing her. 

Tony squirted another creamy cable onto her tongue and pumped more down her 
throat. Then, at last, the potent young man began to flag. His jizz came out 
with less pressure, then began to only trickle from his pisshole. 

She sucked the dregs out and sighed wistfully, sorry that it was over. 

Marsha wanted more and was wishing that she had more time alone with the 
boy. She was going to get her wish, too. Her husband would see to that. 

 Chapter Ten 

Tony had stopped humping now. He stood with his head back and his loins 
thrust out, as if he were hung like a trophy on his own meat hook. His cock 
was still in Marsha's mouth and she was still sucking although it was bone 
dry. 

His balls were drained but his cock was still solid in her lips. When she 
drew her mouth from him, the hard prick snapped up and whacked against his 
flat belly. 

She used her nimble tongue to spoon up the errant jizz from his cockroot and 
balls, then returned to his cock-knob and sucked it some more, making it 
gleam. When she drew away again, his cockhead was glowing like an 
incandescent lightbulb and her drool was sizzling on the hot slab. 

His virile balls were recharging rapidly. 

Marsha opened her mouth wide, showing the youth the last mouthful of his cum 
before she drank it down ... and, although she didn't know it, giving her 
horny husband a good look at that gooey mouthful, as well. 

Her head tipped back and she let the last of his sweet sap trickle down her 
gullet. As Tony saw the woman ingesting his slime, he moaned and his balls 
began to swell, preparing another load. 

"Boy ... you got a vacuum-cleaner mouth, Mrs. Henderson," he sighed, making 
her smile at the compliment. 

She was smiling, too, because his cock was still stiff and swollen and his 
balls were recharging plentifully. 

"Shall I suck you off again?" she purred. 

She certainly didn't expect him to say no. But the boy's good-looking face 
frowned slightly. "Can I fuck your cunt?" he asked. She frowned then, too. 
The thought of having that virile teenaged meat in her cunt was delightful, 
and she was determined to screw the lad as soon as possible. 

But today she didn't think there was time. 

"Darling, I'd love to fuck with you ... soon. But my husband might be back 
at any minute now. If I'm sucking your prick, we'll hear his car drive up 
and you'll have a chance to sneak out the back door. But once I get you 
locked in my loins, we won't be paying attention to anything else, you know 
... and we don't want George to come in and catch us at it." 

If a boy could possibly look glum over being offered another blowjob, Tony 
did. He adored shooting off in her hot mouth, to be sure, but he was 
yearning for her pussy, too. 

He rubbed his toe along the carpet and nodded. 

"I guess," he muttered. "It's just that I never been fucked, Mrs. 
Henderson." 

Marsha moaned at that. Knowing that his cock was cherry made her long for a 
cuntful even more. 

And it was giving George ideas, too. 

"I promise that you can fuck my cunt while my husband is at work, darling, 
but I don't dare to take a chance of getting caught today. You're just going 
to have to shoot off in my mouth again, I'm afraid. And that's no hardship, 
is it, you lovely boy?" 

Tony grinned happily, delighted by the promise and looking forward to some 
more facefucking. He shoved his cock out and she set to work on the knob. 

But George had already seen his faithless wife swallow a cum load, and the 
man was as eager to watch her take it up her cunthole as she and Tony were 
to screw. 

And George knew just how to arrange it ... to cleverly conspire in his own 
cuckholding. 

He took a last lingering look as his wife nursed on the teenager's 
cock-knob. Then George sneaked back down the hall and ducked into his study. 

He had a private telephone on his desk, which he used for business calls. 
Now he lifted that phone and dialed the number of the family phone. He could 
hear it ringing in his ear and, at the same time, as if it were an echo, 
ringing in the front room. 

It took Marsha awhile before she answered. 

Then her voice came on the line, breathless and bubbling ... and her husband 
knew why, too. 

"Honey, it's me," he said, speaking into the phone softly so she wouldn't 
hear his voice directly via the hallway. "I've gotten tied up ... just 
wanted to let you know that I won't be home for at least an hour." 

"Ohhhhh!" she replied, unable to keep the vibrant joy out of her tone. "Is 
anything wrong?" 

"No, no ... I'll explain when I get back," he hastened to assure her. 

He could think up some plausible excuse in the meantime. At the moment he 
could think of nothing but getting back to the doorway and watching some 
more. 

"See you soon," he added. 

Sooner than she knew, in fact. 

He replaced the receiver on the set and stood by his desk for a moment, 
grinning. George was delighted by his ruse, despite the fact that, by his 
deceit, he was contributing to his own cuckolding, collaborating in his 
wife's adultery, granting her the occasion for sin. 

But watching made it worth it. 

Then he tiptoed back to play the spectator in the next act of this steamy 
drama. 

Marsha hung up and turned towards the boy with a lustful look lighting her 
lovely face, turning her features to a mask of depraved desire. 

"It seems that we have an hour," she whispered. 

Tony gave a little yelp of joy and his prick snapped and twanged savagely, 
becoming so hard that he could have used it to hit a baseball or pry open a 
safe. 

Marsha moved back toward him. Sinking to her knees again, she gobbled on his 
cockhead a bit more, making sure that it was as swollen and stiff as 
possible. But that potent young prick could get no harder. 

She swallowed down to his balls, drew her lips back up with a slurp and 
disengaged. Grasping his cock, she gently drew the youth down beside her on 
the floor. Then she pushed him down on his back. 

It seemed appropriate that, in seducing a young man for the first time, she 
get on top. And that position was also going to provide a conniving 
spectator with the best possible point of view ... although she knew nothing 
about that. 

Tony lay with his arms and legs out wide, spread-eagled on the plush carpet, 
his cock looming up in a massive pillar over his loins. She bent down and 
sucked a little more, happy that she had already milked him off once so that 
he would be able to last longer once he began to hammer it up her cunthole, 
wanting their first fuck to endure for as long as it could ... within an 
hour, at least. What a fortunate phone call it had been. And the man who had 
made that fruitful phone call was every bit as pleased by the results, as he 
lurked in the doorway and drank in the sights and sounds. 

Marsha, devoted cocksucker that she was, was having trouble getting her 
mouth off his scrumptious cock. But her pussy was steaming for attention. 
Since she had already had a mouthful, her cunt took precedence for the next 
load. She pulled her lips from his cock-knob with a soft sigh. 

Then she threw one knee across and squatted over his trembling thighs. His 
cock loomed up against her belly and she squirmed against it. His prick felt 
as hot as a branding iron, searing her belly and loins, standing 
delightfully tall as she wriggled against it. 

Marsha gazed down, holding his prick against her tummy and checking on how 
far up her torso it reached on the outside as she imagined how it was going 
to feel when that big cunt-stuff er was pounding away in her seething 
fuck-hole. Her ass shifted from side to side as she rolled her belly on his 
cock. She leaned down so that her heavy tits spilled over and his flaring 
cockhead brushed against them. 

Then she began to rise up on tensed thighs. His cock slid down her tummy and 
into her bushy vee. She went a bit higher and it slipped between her legs. 
She hovered over him, holding only the tip of his prick in her pussy. She 
was savoring the anticipation of having her cunt full of that virgin cock 
and letting her young lover thrill to the final moments before he lost his 
cherry in her cunt ... and giving her husband a damned good look, to boot. 

Her cuntslot was sucking on his cock-knob and pussy-nectar was running 
lavishly down his veined prick as she balanced atop his cock. His prick rose 
up like a pillar of stone from the boulders of his balls. 

Then Marsha began to sink slowly down on that throbbing cuntraker, edging it 
deeper into her pussy. The thick, veined prick inched in, spreading her cunt 
out as it flared. The woman dropped down and took it all, burying that prick 
balls-deep in her bubbling pussy. 

She held it buried for a few moments, swaying and twisting and turning on 
his spike. 

Tony was gasping in ecstasy. Her hot, wet, clinging cunt felt even better 
than her mouth as it sucked away on his cock. He felt as if his hard-on were 
nailing him to the floor as she squatted on his loins ... as if his 
iron-hard prick were bolting his asshole to the carpet and fixing her 
fuckhole to the floor through his groin. 

And, watching his wife getting fucked, George was going crazy with lust. He 
wasn't sure if seeing her take it up the cunt was any more exciting than 
watching her take it in the mouth, but it sure as hell wasn't any less 
thrilling. His wife was fucking a guy who was younger than their own son. It 
was boiling her husband's brain, melting his mind, inflaming his emotions as 
much as his prick. 

She began to rise and fall on Tony's cock. 

Her pussy pulled up, the slot sucking, cunt-juice streaming down. Then she 
shoved her pussy back down. The firm cheeks of her ass spread open as she 
stuffed her cunt full, giving George a look at her tight little asshole ... 
and giving him some ideas, as well. 

Just because his wife had a cuntful of a teenager's prick didn't mean that 
her husband had to wait his turn. Marsha had more then one hole, as he well 
knew. 

Suddenly Tony cried out. 

The suction of Marsha's cunthole and the thrill of his first piece of ass 
had sent the potent young man spinning to the crest on the first few 
strokes. 

He grabbed Marsha by the ass and hauled her loins down as he rammed his cock 
up into her. His fuckjuice began to hose into the heart of her cunt. 

"Oh! Ohhhhh!" she wailed. 

It was lovely to feel the boy's cherry jizz spurting into the core of her 
cunt, of course, but Marsha was sorry that he had creamed off so soon. 

With a whole hour in which to fuck the lad, she had been looking forward to 
a long session on his cock. She hadn't started to cum yet, herself. 

She angled her crotch so that his hard prick was rubbing over her clit and 
began to jump up and down frantically, seeking to reach her own peak before 
the robust boy had finished filling her with his foam. 

As she jerked up, cum poured from her cunt, slathering his groin, soaking 
her inner thighs. Tony was shooting gooey geysers up into her and the stuff 
was seeping back out around his prick. George stared in awe as he saw 
another guy's spunk dribbling from his wife's cunt. 

He forced himself to wait in the doorway, watching as Tony finished 
squirting. George's legs were rippling as if they were trying to propel him 
into the room of their own initiative, and his cock was jutting out 
savagely, pulling his loins out like a boxcar behind a locomotive. 

Tony fed a last spurt into Marsha and slumped back on the floor, panting. 
She moaned, upset that he was finished before she had even begun to cum. She 
kept on pounding her pussy up and down, wanting to get her rocks off before 
his spent cock started to soften. 

But then she realized that it wasn't softening at all. In the potency of his 
youth and inspired by the thrill of his first fuck ever, Tony was retaining 
his hard-on ... and his balls were filling up again without pause. 

Marsha smiled happily. 

There was no need to rush her own cumming, after all. She was still going to 
be able to enjoy the prolonged fucking she had been yearning for. 

She slowed her frantic strokes, then stopped riding, squatting down and 
holding all of his cock buried as she waited for his balls to balloon with 
the next wad. She still had a good forty-five minutes before her husband got 
home ... or so she believed ... and the wanton woman wanted to time the next 
fucking so that she and Tony both creamed off at the same magic moment. She 
smiled down at him and Tony grinned back, signifying that he was all set for 
more action. 

He pumped his prick muscles, making his cock surge inside her cunt, proving 
his readiness ... and his randiness. Marsha reached under her ass and 
grasped his cumbags, squeezing to see if they were full. 

They swelled delightfully in her palm, another cum load sliding inside the 
swollen sac. Marsha gave a sigh and began to ride him again, slowly and 
steadily. 

Tony fondled her tits, then held her by the hips and hauled her up and down. 
They were moving in perfect harmony now, climbing a steady slope towards the 
simultaneous cumming they both yearned for. 

But now George could wait no longer. 

He went in to reclaim his errant wife ... a part of her, at least. 

 Chapter Eleven 

Tony yelped in horror when he saw Marsha's husband standing over him. She 
looked up, blushed with shame and lowered her head, avoiding George's eyes. 
But then she saw that his prick was looming out, hard as a board and 
pulsating like a vibrator. Maybe the situation wasn't so bad, after all. She 
glanced up again, timidly, ready to cringe. But George was grinning at her. 

Marsha grinned back shyly, still squatting down on her young lover's cock, 
realizing that whether her husband was hurt or angry was secondary, at the 
moment ... because his horniness was predominant. 

"Is it okay, darling?" she whispered. 

"Hell, yes ... except that you shouldn't be sneaking around behind my back. 
You can suck and fuck with all the guys you want ... as long as I can 
watch!" 

Marsha was delighted that George had taken such a tolerant attitude, and 
figured that future fucking with young men would be even more exciting, when 
her handsome, big-cocked husband was an avid onlooker. 

"Can I finish?" she asked. 

Tony was gawking up at them, hardly able to believe that her husband wasn't 
irate. But Tony was only a callow youth. What did the teenager know about 
the niceties of wife-sharing or group sex? 

His cock had softened slightly in his shock and dismay at discovery. But now 
it hardened again, as Marsha's cunt muscles gave his prick a massage. 

Her husband winked at the boy. 

Then he sank to his knees behind his wife's ass. Tony flinched as the 
cockolded husband knelt so close to his vulnerable balls, but Marsha grinned 
as she realized what George had in mind ... and welcomed it. 

George spread the cheeks of her ass open and ducked down to wet her tiny 
brown asshole with his tongue. His cockhead was already slippery with 
pre-cum, all greased up with its own lubrication. 

He juiced her shithole up with his lapper, then reared up and shoved his 
prick out. The huge, bulging knob nudged into her shitter. That trim little 
crack looked much too tiny to hold his massive cockhead, but George knew 
from past experience that appearances were deceptive. 

He began to wedge his cock in. 

Marsha hunkered down, holding all of the teenager's cock up her cunt, 
waiting for her husband to fill up her ass with his prick. 

He pushed steadily and her ring fluttered open to allow the passage of his 
prick. His cock-knob sank in. It was the fattest part of his cock, spreading 
her shit chute open, forging a path for his prickshaft to follow ... blazing 
a trail on up into her hot bowels. 

He yanked back on her hips and Marsha shoved her haunches back eagerly. His 
enormous prick slid into her asshole smooth as silk. 

His prick was buried to the hilt and his balls hung down, rubbing against 
Tony's balls in her crotch. Marsha whimpered and moaned, swaying between 
them. With a hard cock in each of her twin tunnels, she was in ecstasy. 

How silly she had been to cheat behind her husband's back when it was so 
much more satisfying to have him mounted behind her ass. 

She crouched down on Tony's cock and kept her ass shoved back, the round 
cheeks of her ass jammed tight to her husband's flat belly. 

She reached into her groin and fondled both sets of cumbags as they lay 
swollen together. Tensing her ass ring, she caressed George's prick in her 
back passage as her cunt muscles worked on Tony's cock. She held them both 
buried for a few moments, then began to move. 

She pulled her cunt up Tony's prick until only the knob was in her gooey 
pussy. Then she dropped back down to the hilt and George's prick came 
sliding out of her asshole, pulling her brown ring with it. 

She alternated, taking a cuntful, then an assful. Their hard cocks were 
sliding against each other through the slender membrane that divided her two 
chutes, passing like steam engines in her twin tunnels. 

Tony humped up to meet her cunt as she slammed down on his cock, and George 
drove his prick deep into her bowels as her ass jerked back. 

He was plowing so deep into her guts that Marsha wondered if her husband's 
cockhead was reaching her belly, splashing around in all the thick slime 
that she had sucked out of the teenager's prick. 

Her ass was swallowing his cock greedily, as if she were digesting him in 
reverse, giving him a blowjob from the back end. 

Marsha was in seventh heaven ... and she was so greedy that she wished there 
was another guy with them, so that she could have a cock in her mouth, as 
well. 

Her cunt began to cream and her bowels began to melt and her neglected mouth 
was drooling as the promiscuous, insatiable wife surged towards the heights. 

"Unghhhh!" she grunted as a gigantic cock rammed into her guts, rattling her 
pelvis, shaking her bones. 

They were tumbling her back and forth between them, tossing her ass and hips 
about on their pricks. 

She was getting so hot and wet that she thought her taint was going to melt, 
both of her well-filled holes dissolving into one chute. She fucked faster 
and they matched her pace, driving in furiously. 

George's balls rolled in like bowling balls and whacked against Tony's 
cumbags in Marsha's groin. They were grinding together like some well-oiled 
fucking machine, pouring the prick to her savagely. 

"Cum! Cum in my cunt, Tony! Shoot up my shitter, darling! Ohhhhhh ... fill 
me with spunk!" Marsha wailed as her clit began to detonate and the waves of 
joy came rippling across her belly and shooting down her thighs. 

They were hammering her to jelly, pounding her to paste, fucking the wanton 
woman silly. As her cunt and shit chute got wetter, their cocks rammed in 
even faster. She wailed and gurgled with glee. George was stuffing her ass 
so full it was making her eyes water. She almost expected his cockhead to 
come out of her mouth, transfixing her right through the length of her 
digestive tract. And as George yanked his cock back out of her asshole, 
Tony's big prick plunged up into the core of her creaming cunt. 

Pussy cum flooded from her fuckhole, drenching both sets of cumbags in her 
crotch. Those big balls were both fused like bombs in her groin, ready to 
explode. 

"Jizz me!" she begged, yearning for them to embellish her wonderful creaming 
with then-own hot slime. 

George shagged in like a rutting moose, bellowing as he surged to the crest. 
His balls went off and his hot cum-enema came swirling into her bowels. 

He jerked back and she dropped her cunt down on Tony's cock as the teenager 
cried out and sent a foaming geyser of fuckjuice up into her pussy. 

They alternated spurts as they had strokes. George filled her shit chute and 
Tony topped up her cunt, their cocks going off like a two-stroke engine. 
They kept cumming in her for a long time, and Marsha just kept right on 
creaming on that double dose of cock. 

Tony stopped squirting first and slumped back. George fed another glob of 
greasy enema into her bowels, then stopped humping, clinging to her 
haunches. 

Marsha jerked up and down for a few more moments as she finished off her own 
cumming, eking out the last sweet spasms of her satisfaction on their spent 
cocks. Then she slumped down, bowed over the boy and before her husband, 
glowing with a well-fucked radiance. 

They stayed locked together for a time. Then George began to drag his cock 
out of her ass. It came out inch by inch against the clinging suction. His 
cock-knob popped free and globs of goo poured from her puckered ring, 
seeping down into her groin. 

Marsha slid up and dismounted from the teenager's prick. More cum bubbled 
from her pussy, joining the flow that was running down from her asshole. 
Tony was spent at long last, and his prick fell like a tree, slapping along 
his muscular thigh and lying inert. 

Marsha turned toward her husband, smiling at him with loving fondness. His 
cock was looped out in a fat parabola, no longer iron-hard but still firm. 
She lowered her face and took the ass-soiled prick into her mouth, sucking 
all the slime and goo from the knob. 

Then she rose up and kissed him adoringly on the lips, grateful to the man 
for being so understanding of her needs, so forgiving of her indiscretions. 

They embraced affectionately, paying no attention to Tony now. He was gaping 
at them, finding the whole situation beyond his youthful comprehension. He 
still felt a bit nervous with the wronged husband present, fearful that now 
George had gotten his rocks off, he might not be so tolerant. 

Tony sneaked away like a thief in the night, snatching up his clothing as he 
went, realizing that his services were no longer needed for today but, 
despite his trepidations, looking forward to tomorrow. 

They hardly knew he was gone. 

"Thank you for not being angry with me, darling," Marsha sighed, kissing 
George again. "I know that I'm naughty, but I can't help it. I've always had 
the hots for young cock. And if you don't mind ... oooooh ... can I fuck and 
suck with lots of horny teenaged boys?" 

George grinned his compliance. 

"And you can watch," she added. 

She could see that he relished the prospect, that the more depraved she was, 
the more it excited her husband ... and the more fun they could have. 

She lowered her eyes demurely. 

"I'm so wicked, darling ... sometimes I even think about fucking Harry when 
I fingerfuck myself," she admitted. 

She watched him guardedly, not sure if she hadn't gone too far in that 
admission. 

But George looked thrilled ... and his cock began to jump and swell again. 

"I wouldn't mind," he rasped. "I'd love to watch you fuck our son!" 

The idea was turning them on. But they both figured it was just that ... an 
idea, no more. It made a nice, kinky topic for pillowtalk, but they didn't 
suppose that the fantasy would ever become reality. 

Incest was very naughty. 

Then George snapped his fingers. 

"Shit ... I forgot all about Harry," he said. "He'll be waiting for the gas, 
poor kid, sitting in the car with nothing to do. I'd better get on over 
there." 

"Til come along, darling," Marsha said, thinking she was just going for the 
ride. 

But it was going to lead to a lot more than a ride ... because Harry wasn't 
sitting in the car with nothing to do, at all. 

 Chapter Twelve 

The gas tank might have been empty, but Harry had filled up Julia's cunt 
tank with high-grade fuel and now he was grinding his drained hose around 
inside her as the last cummy drops dribbled out ... and her daughter hovered 
over them hungrily, waiting to dine on her mother's pussy. 

Harry pulled his prick out slowly, enjoying the final instants in her 
clutching cuntsleeve. His cock was semi-hard, snaking out inch by inch. 

The knob stuck for a second, then spilled out. A tide of juices rushed into 
her open slot, all frothy and creamy in the coral-pink folds. 

His cock drooped like a wax candle, then bulging and poking into the crack 
of her ass. It lay there like a basking lizard as cunt cum and spunk washed 
over it. 

Laura lifted his rubbery cock very delicately, holding the shaft between her 
thumb and forefinger. Her mouth opened wide and she popped the cock-knob in. 
She slurped on the cream-soaked slab and whipped her tongue back and forth 
against the underside and the tip as she nursed all the gooey goodness from 
his prick. 

But after a moment, she let his prick drop from her lips. It bounced off her 
tits, slick with her drool. She had only used his cock for starters. 

She curled around and gazed into her mother's widespread, swampy groin. 
Julia was still stretched out in the position in which Harry had fucked her, 
knees lifted, thighs parted, cunt tilted up. 

Her daughter inhaled and whimpered as she breathed in the perfume of pussy. 
Her mother's cunt was open like some delectable pink mollusk served on a 
hairy half-shell, coated with cream sauce. That bouquet perked the girl's 
appetite, and she sighed and slobbered as she looked at the foaming feast 
all spread out for her pleasure. 

She gave Harry an impish look. 

He was gaping at them, still not totally convinced that Laura was really 
going to go down on her mom, wondering if it were just a pretense designed 
to excite him. 

Laura's lips were very close to Julia's cunt, but not quite touching her 
yet. She was pausing, teasing her tongue and her mom's pussy by the delay, 
letting Harry's imagination run wild as he watched. 

Then her tongue slid out and the naughty vixen dipped it into her mother's 
cuntslot. 

"Ahhhhhh!" she sighed. 

"Ooooooh!" the older woman moaned. 

And Harry saw that he was really going to get to see a suck session between 
mother and daughter. The thrill of watching lesbian love-making was greatly 
increased by the dark knowledge that it was incest, as well. 

His cock snapped upright instantly, like a periscope surfacing, as the boy 
settled down to play the lustful looker at this lavish licking. 

His fascinated presence added to Laura's pleasure. She loved to munch her 
mother's cunt at any time, and performing for an audience made it better. 

She began to spoon out Julia's honeypot, using her nimble tongue to slurp 
juice out by the mouthful ... and keeping her head tilted slightly so that 
Harry had a clear view of just what was going on in Julia's groin. 

Her tongue slithered and slurped, stabbed and splashed. She licked into the 
open cunt and curled her lapper around on the bloated clit. 

She used only her tongue to begin with, then plastered her lips to her 
mother's pussy and began to suck as well as lick. With her mouth glued on 
Julia's cunt, she slid her tongue in steadily, French kissing her mother's 
fuckhole. 

She came up for air, smiling at Harry, then dove on that steaming cunt 
again. Julia's clit flared. Laura nursed on it like a nipple. She moved her 
head around, tasting here and there, sampling this and that. She tongued 
into Julia's cunthole, traced up her unfurled cuntlips, worked on her clit, 
rubbing her whole face in the foaming fount. 

The girl was coated with cuntjuice from chin to forehead as she wallowed in 
her mother's pussy, cherishing that female feast, relishing the maternal 
meal. 

She kept giving Harry sly looks to make sure that she still had his 
attention. But by this time she was concentrating fully on cuntlapping, less 
interested in the excited youth as she dined in the lunchbox of her mother's 
cunt. 

She clamped her lips on Julia's pussy like a suction cup, draining the 
nectar out. Her tongue was flicking like a vibrator on the woman's clit. 
Then she stabbed it up her cunthole and tongue-fucked in and out, altering 
the approach. 

Julia's pussy was getting so gooey that it was like dipping her tongue into 
a pot of heated honey. Her mother's juices were getting hotter and thicker 
and creamier and more fragrant as the woman soared toward the crest and her 
fluid flow began to turn to cunt cum. 

Laura held Julia by the cheeks of her ass and tipped her loins up. Her 
blonde head tilted back, as if her mother's cunt were a cup she was 
swallowing to the dregs. 

Julia clamped the meaty vise of her shapely thighs around her little girl's 
head for a moment, holding her face buried. But then she opened her legs 
wide again and began to kick and paw at the air, letting the cunt-hungry 
teenager cavort in her cunt unhindered. 

Laura snuffled and slurped, rubbing her nose and chin in the flooded pussy 
as well as her mouth. Cunt cream poured out steadily, streaking her chin and 
cheeks, setting her lapper afloat in the tide. 

Laura dipped down and slurped up ribbons of pussy slime from lower down in 
the woman's groin. She tongued some from the crack of her ass. She began to 
whip her lapper up with long, wet strokes. Starting in her mother's asshole, 
she drew her nimble tongue up the crack and through Julia's pussy and ended 
up in her cunt bush. 

The greedy girl had already sucked every drop of Harry's fuckjuice out of 
her mother's cunt, and now she was gulping pure, unadulterated cunt cream, 
and plenty of it. She sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked, making 
lots of juicy sounds as she drank her loin lunch. "Cummin', baby-namimin'!" 
Julia moaned. "Drink me off, honey! Suck up Mommy's milk!" 

Harry leaned right over them, all of his senses involved in his observation. 
He was breathing in the fumes of a melting cunt, seeing a tongue slap into a 
pussy, hearing all the thrilling sound effects. 

"Ummnmim- ... ahhhhhh!" she babbled in her joy, the sounds muffled on that 
steamed pudding of a cunt. 

Her tongue was dancing, whisking, flailing as her hungry lips pulled the 
pussy cream out steadily. 

The teenager's mouth filled up, she gulped the goo down and Julia filled her 
up again. Her remarkable cunt was pouring out as much woman cum as a horny 
man would have shot off ... it was almost as abundant as the load that was 
building in Harry's balls as he watched. 

Laura was in a feeding frenzy on that foaming fuckhole, going suck-crazy on 
the cunt that was cresting so creamily into her mouth and over her tongue. 

Julia bridged up, her backbone arching deeply, as she spilled out the juice 
of her lust. Laura sucked up the maternal cunt milk like a nursing infant. 
Julia's clit went off like a detonator and her cuntbox melted again. She 
hovered at the heights. A steady tide of slime, thick as heated wax, slid 
into Laura's lips. 

Julia shuddered as if shocked with an electric current. 

"Suck ... me ... off!" she wailed. 

Her loins seemed to explode into motion as she surged to the highest crest. 
Julia creamed and Laura quaffed. Laura's mouth was as hot as her mother's 
cunt, her tongue as explosive as a clit. The girl was drooling as heavily as 
her mother's cunt was creaming off. 

She opened her mouth wide and her mother filled it, the cunt milk seeming to 
squirt from her pussy. The woman shook with a final spasm and a last dollop 
of cunt juice flooded Laura's lapper and lips, then Julia sank back, smiling 
and trembling. 

Laura kept her face buried and used her tongue to gather up the residue. She 
cleaned her mother's pussy out and sucked the seepage from her love clit. 
Then she dipped down and lapped up the overflow from her crotch and inner 
thighs and out of her ass cleft. 

Harry knew for certain by this time that the females had not simply been 
putting on a lesbian display for his benefit, to keep him hard and horny. 
That might have had something to do with it, but it was obvious that Laura 
was a confirmed cuntlapper and that she would have relished a snack on her 
mother's tasty cunt whether Harry was there or not. 

Harry still didn't understand quite why two normal females ... and a mother 
and daughter, to boot ... could behave as if they were lesbians, but he 
wasn't about to complain. 

Watching lesbian incest was a real treat for the horny young man and he was 
still watching now. Julia had finished foaming off and lay still, but her 
greedy little girl was still mopping up the cuntjuice, licking the platter 
clean. 

Harry was all set to go into action again, his cock as hard as steel and his 
balls as big as melons. 

But he was perfectly willing to watch some more before he got his prick 
involved. 

And now Harry was not the only member of the audience at this distaff 
dalliance. 

Mom and Dad had arrived. 

 Chapter Thirteen 

Marsha and George were both still randy as rutting weasles. The threesome 
with young Tony had been very satisfying, but it had been an instance of 
lust feeding on itself, leaving them hornier than when, they'd begun. 

And Marsha had fanned those flames by sucking on George's ass-soiled prick 
and tell-ing him about her incestuous fantasies concerning their son. 

They would have loved to suck and fuck all day, but they felt guilty about 
leaving poor Harry waiting in the car and knew that they would have to take 
the gas to him before they got down to some more serious sex. They might 
have had a quickie, but both wanted and needed more than that and figured it 
was better to get the mission accomplished first, so that they could fuck at 
their long leisure. 

So they fetched the gasoline can from the garage and drove over to the 
address that Harry had given Marsha on the telephone. Marsha played with 
George's cock and balls as he drove, keeping them both aroused. 

They saw the car parked at the curb, but there was no sign of Harry. They 
assumed that the family who had let him use the phone must have kindly 
allowed the young man to wait in the house ... which, in a way, was true 
enough. 

George poured the gas into the tank but Harry had the keys so he couldn't 
see if the car would start up. So they went up to the house to find the boy. 
George was just about to ring the doorbell when they heard the moaning and 
panting coming from the open window. 

They exchanged a glance of tacit agreement and, grinning, moved over to look 
into the house. 

They were naturally astonished by what they saw. Both of their faces 
registered surprise, then delight, as they drank in the details. 

Harry was there, all right ... naked and with a massive hard-on looming from 
his loins. 

A voluptuous woman was sprawled out on the couch and a younger blonde girl 
was sucking her cunt. 

"Holy shit!" George muttered. "Harry must have found himself some bisexual 
gals!" 

Marsha was even more turned on by this situation than her husband was. She 
had the hots for Harry anyhow, and gazing at his magnificent prick was a 
kick. 

And Marsha didn't mind eating a pussy, either. 

She held George's cock and he cupped her ass as they enjoyed the 
performance. Watching two sexy females having oral sex was a real thrill. 

And they didn't even know the best part yet. 

Laura finished mopping up her mom's cunt and raised her head, jaws dripping, 
eyes glowing, her tongue slipping across her sodden lips. 

Harry shoved his prick up to manifest his readiness and the girl glanced at 
him, then back at the woman. Julia was flicking her tongue in and out. Laura 
and her mother had been eating each other out for a long time and they knew 
each other's tastes and desires perfectly. 

Laura knew that now that her mother's cunt had been taken care of, her mouth 
was hungry, her tongue stiff. Cuntlapping was always a double header between 
them, and they enjoyed both ends of the act with equal pleasure. 

Laura leaned down and kissed the head of Harry's cock to let him know that 
he was still wanted and needed. But then she drew away again. 

She gave him a look that was both apologetic and promising at the same time, 
letting the youth know that he had to wait a bit longer, but that he was 
going to get his cock and balls dealt with soon. 

Then she turned to Julia once again. 

"Sit on my face, baby!" Julia sighed. 

George's prick bucked in Marsha's hand, and her cunt slimed into her crotch 
when they heard that and knew there was going to be another deviate act to 
spy on ... and still they had no idea how really deviate it was. 

They thought maybe the two blondes were neighbors. 

Laura straddled Julia's hips and mopped her cunt around on her mother's 
plump blonde vee, juicing into the golden bush. Then she began to squirm up 
her torso. 

Her pussy was spilling out a slimy trail up the woman's gently rounded 
belly, glazing her with girl goo. Julia was waiting with her mouth open, 
like a baby bird ready to be fed. 

Laura squatted over Julia's upthrust tits and began to grind her ass and 
hips around, rubbing her cunt on the meaty tits and brushing her flaring 
clit against the swollen tit tips. 

Cunt cream poured over the heavy tits like icing on a birthday cake, the 
perky peaks glowing like lighted candles. Foam seeped into Julia's cleavage. 
Her head jerked up and she gazed hungrily into her daughter's cunt as the 
girl mopped it on her tits. 

Laura's cuntlips were spread wide open, the folds hanging down, the fuckhole 
dripping. Her clit was standing out like a post in a swamp. Julia's horny 
mouth filled up and overflowed with drool as she stared at that delicacy. 

She grasped her daughter by the hips and drew her vee up closer to her face. 
Her nostrils flared as she breathed in the sweet bouquet and her ardent 
tongue was flashing in and out even before it made contact. 

"Feed me, darling!" she moaned. 

Laura thrust her pelvis out and plastered her pussy onto Julia's mouth. 

Julia's hands slipped into the girl's vee and she spread her cunt open as 
wide as it would stretch. Her tongue slithered up the creamy chute and her 
lips glued to the pussy. She began to suck with glee. 

Cuntjuice was gushing out of Laura lavishly, creamy cataracts spilling into 
Julia's open mouth like a swampy waterfall foaming into a cave. 

"Ahhhhhhh ... ahhhhhhh!" the cuntlapper sighed as she drank from the female 
fount. 

She sucked the juice out with her lips and sent her tongue darting in to 
slurp more of the sweet nectar from the inner folds. 

Laura whimpered. That avid lapper seemed to be stuffing her cunt as full as 
a cock, then driving her clit crazy as it flipped out and caressed the bud. 

Her trim ass shot back onto Julia's thrusting tits, then bounced off as she 
mopped her cunt up and down on Julia's upturned face, sliming her cheeks and 
chin and nose and spilling more into her lips. 

Julia was swallowing loudly, taking great greedy quaffs from her daughter's 
cunt, gobbling pussy with gusto in that sweet and gooey groin. She adored 
eating out pussy ... especially her own daughter's tasty pussy. 

Harry knelt beside them, ignoring his pounding prick as he enjoyed the show. 

His parents were getting a real kick out of it, too, as they peered in the 
window. 

"Jeez ... that broad with the big tits can sure suck some cunt, eh?" George 
rasped, impressed. 

"Yeah! She could suck me!" Marsha sighed. 

George gave his wife a heated glance. 

"And I'd suck her, too," Marsha added, totally uninhibited in her 
confessions by this stage ... and knowing full well that it would please her 
spouse. 

Now that she and George were into group sex, Marsha wanted to work all the 
variations. But she didn't really suppose that there would be any incest 
involved. 

She still didn't know that incest, of a particular kind, was already taking 
place. 

Then they found out. 

""Cum ... cum ... cream my mouth!" Julia whimpered. 

"Yeah ... yeah ... I'm creamin', Mom! Ohhhh! Drink my cunt cum, Mommy!" 

George gasped and Marsha gulped. 

"Holy shit!" he mumbled as they shot a frenzied look at each other, both of 
them driven to the apex of passion as they realized that it was more than 
lesbian love that they were spying on ... that the oral sex was incestuous 
as well as deviate. The depravity drove them wild. 

"Darling ... can we join them?" Marsha whined. 

George hesitated for a second. After all, their own son was in that room, 
taking part in the orgy. But then it dawned on him that the boy was already 
corrupted beyond redemption, already acquainted with orgies and lesbian love 
and incest. He gave his wife a grin. 

"Shit, yes!" he croaked. 

They took a last look, then shifted from the window to the front door. It 
was unlocked. They went into the hall and headed towards the front room. 
Then Marsha halted. Winking at George, she began to strip her clothing off. 
He saw her point. 

If they were to walk in fully clothed, it might cause some confusion and 
embarrassment. They didn't want to be mistakenly taken for scandalized 
parents, outraged and indignant that their son had been seduced. 

George removed his clothing, too. 

Both naked, they moved on and stepped into the doorway, in plain sight. But 
no one noticed them for a moment, being too involved with their own 
activities. 

They halted just within the room. George's prick was standing out like a 
guided missile ready to be launched at those fleshy targets. 

Marsha s swollen mpples and flaring clit seemed to be pulled towards the 
scene, as well ... and her tongue was hanging out, dripping with drool. But 
the cuntlapping was cumming to crest and they knew that it would be cruel to 
interrupt it. 

Laura's tight ass was jerking around, rubbing her mother's tits, churning 
from side to side. Her pussy was pouring out cuntjuice plentifully. Her clit 
was so aroused that it was sliding in and out of Julia's lips like a little 
prick being sucked off as she humped her groin on the woman's adoring face 
in a creaming frenzy. 

Her nubile body rippled and shuddered as she held at the peak of lust, 
bathing Julia's tongue, washing her lips, drenching her whole face with the 
cunt flood. 

Then she began to jerk spasmodically and convulsively as she began to come 
down from the crest in a slow spiral of ebbing sensations. 

Julia gulped the last sweet cream from Laura's cunt and sucked her clit off 
through the final throbbing spasMs. Laura stopped squirming and squatted 
down on her mother's face as the woman tongued up the last drops. 

Now they were ready for cock again. 

Laura dismounted from her mother's face. Her mother sat up and, together, 
they turned toward Harry. 

And got one hell of a surprise. 

 Chapter Fourteen 

Their surprise was perfectly understandable, since Julia and Laura had just 
discovered two total strangers, who were also totally naked, standing in 
their living room. 

But the surprise was not an unpleasant one. 

The man had a gigantic cock jutting up from a set of massive cumbags, and 
the woman had big tits and a juicy cunt and a hot, wet tongue. And since 
they had so thoughtfully stripped off, it seemed evident that they were 
there for a reason pleasing to Julia and her daughter. 

The newcomers were not unknown to Harry, of course, but he was facing the 
mother and daughter and was still unaware that his parents had joined them. 

Harry was grinning like an eager puppy. But then he saw the strange 
expressions on the female's faces. They were both wide-eyed, their jaws 
hanging open in shock, as if they'd seen a ghost. 

What in hell was wrong? he wondered. 

He glanced down at his groin, to see if his cock had exploded or something. 
But no, his prick was still intact and functional. Puzzled, he looked up at 
their faces again as they gaped at him ... and past him. 

Following their eyes, Harry turned his head. 

"Holy fuck!" he gulped. 

He recoiled in horror. 

"Mom! Dad!" he gasped. 

"They your parents? All right! Like father, like son, huh?" Laura enthused, 
seeing that his sire had even more of a whopper than Harry. 

Harry cringed back in dismay, as a kid will do when his folks catch him in 
an orgy. But then it dawned on him that his mother and father were naked ... 
and that there wasn't the slightest anger in their smiling faces. 

Marsha knew just how to put them all at ease, to remove any last doubts 
about their approval and encouragement. She grinned impishly at her husband, 
and George, understanding, gave her an eager nod. 

Marsha advanced toward the couch, ass swinging, heavy tits jiggling 
provocatively. Harry looked incredulous, but Julia and Laura recognized her 
desires. The three women all looked knowingly at each other. They hadn't 
been properly introduced, but that seemed an unnecessary formality under the 
circumstances ... and, besides, Marsha's tongue was sticking out like a 
calling card being presented by a dyke. 

She lowered her raven-dark head towards Julia's golden blonde pussy. Julia 
opened her thighs and tilted her cunt up invitingly. Marsha dove on that 
succulent pussy, sinking her tongue into the creamy folds. 

Harry looked poleaxed when he saw that his own mother, like Laura's, was a 
cuntlapper. The boy looked at his father to see how he was taking this 
bizarre revelation. But George couldn't have looked more keen on the idea. 

Marsha mouthed Julia's delicious cunt for a few moments, then shifted across 
and went down on the younger girl, gobbling her cunt with whimpers of joy. 

Harry's cock was hammering savagely. 

If his dad ... her husband ... didn't mind, why should her son object to a 
mother munching pussy? Seeing his own mom in action was turning Harry on 
even more than watching Laura and her mother had done. He wondered just how 
truly depraved his mom was ... and hoped that it was plenty as his prick 
pounded. 

Marsha lunched in Laura's loins for awhile, glancing up to see how her 
husband and son were reacting ... and pleased by the passion in their faces 
and the throbbing in their pricks. The delight of dining on creamy cunt was 
enhanced by the fact that she was also putting on a perverted performance 
for her own loved ones. 

Marsha raised her head, twisted across, and ran her tongue up Harry's prick, 
licking him juicily from his balls up to his bulging cock-head. 

Harry knew, then, that there were no holds barred. 

George dropped to his knees and shoved his enormous prick up Julia's cunt. 
They began to fuck with vigor. Marsha licked Harry's cock-knob, then shifted 
back and buried her face in Laura's groin again. 

As she knelt with her head down, her lovely ass was hiked up in the doggy 
fucking position ... a fact that was not lost on her sex-crazed son. 

Harry gazed at his father questioningly. 

"Yeah ... be a motherfucker!" George rasped. "Fuck your mother like a dog!" 

Harry yelped ... rather like a dog, in fact ... and flung himself down to 
the floor. He knelt behind his mother's haunches, leaning over her shoulder 
as he watched her tongue stirring around in Laura's pussy slot. 

She reached back between her thighs and fondled his balls. Then her hand 
slid up onto his cockshaft and she guided his cock-knob into her fuckslot. 

Harry gripped her by the hips, paused for a moment as he savored the 
prospect, then began to push his prick up into her fuckhole. Her ass jerked 
about and her cuntsleeve sucked on that forbidden fruit. The boy sank in 
balls-deep and held his prick buried in the maternal cunt. 

He was fucking his mother! 

On a day of memorable depravity, this seemed the pinnacle of passion, the 
naughtiest thing that a boy could do ... and the most thrilling. 

He began to fill her with his cum. 

His father was shooting into Julia and Laura was creaming in Marsha's mouth, 
too. But those cummings ended ... and Harry just kept right on shooting his 
spunk into his mother's fuckhole in an endless stream. 

And when he finally finished creaming, the potent youth kept right on 
fucking until he came again. 

His balls weren't like a gas tank. 

And, with his willing mother always ready from now on, Harry never ran out 
of fuel again. 


End
