John Friday

Swapping families

CHAPTER ONE

"You know what they're doing, don't you?" A sly, cat-like grin curved Salena's sensuous lips. "They're all fucking each other." Just saying the word seemed to excite her.

"No." Mary almost screamed. Her slender body trembled, and she raised her hands to cover her ears. She didn't want to hear anything else her best friend might say.

"They are!" Salena insisted. "I'll bet right now my dad is sticking his big cock in your mother's cunt. And my morn has a pillow tucked under her ass, and she's fucking your father's balls off!"

"I don't believe it!" Mary sobbed.

Her limpid blue eyes clenched shut, and silvery tears streaked down her blushing cheeks.

Salena sighed find tossed her long red-gold hair. "Mary, I'm sorry it upsets you, but it happens to be true. When the guys get here with the pictures, you'll see for yourself."

"I won't look at those awful pictures!" Mary began to wring her hands as she spoke. "I don't want to believe it even… even if it's true."

"It's true, all right. Mr. Winslow has one of those cameras that develops its own pictures in a minute, and Mike found a whole box of color prints his father keeps hidden in the back of the closet. They show your parents and mine, the Winslows and the Franklins too, all of them naked and fucking each other in ways you can't even imagine."

"Our nice friendly neighborhood group," Mary said with a mournful sigh of resignation.

She'd suspected something like this for several months. The four families got together frequently for weekend parties or barbecues, and recently she noticed how her father would grin and wet his lips whenever he could look down the front of Dina Franklin's dress and feast his eyes on her enormous tits. He also liked to stand beside Salena's curvaceous mother and pat her shapely ass.

The other adults all did similar things that even a shy, inhibited young teen like Mary could not help noticing. But at first, she dismissed it all. She thought the adults were just flirting and fooling around like school kids – a bunch of bored middle aged parents all trying vainly to relive their youth.

Now Mary had little choice but to accept the truth. Salena had already seen the pictures Mike Winslow found, and in a few minutes, he and his friend Ben would be bringing the best of the prints to Salena's house for them all to see.

Salena smiled wickedly. She seemed to be enjoying the whole thing. She was just a year older than Mary, but far more experienced. She had always been the bold and reckless one.

Her body had ripened early. Her little tits had swelled to bite-size several years ago. Now they bulged, full and firm beneath her filmy, low-cut blouse. Her slender waist and the womanly flare of her hips were accented by her tight-fitting red shorts. Below, her long and smoothly tapered legs completed her look of lusty invitation.

Mary felt drab sitting beside her. Because she was SO timid and shy, especially around boys, she didn't realize she was as attractive as her friend, but in a different way.

Mary's delicate features gave her a sweet, almost angelic look. Silky waves of flaxen hair framed her pretty face, accenting the deep blue of her innocent, fawn-like eyes. Though not yet in full blossom, her small, girlish figure was finely curved. Her small, painted tits stood out taut and firm.

What separated the two most of all was the difference in attitude. The pair had been neighbors and best friends for most of their lives, but their personalities developed as differently as night and day.

Salena seemed proud when she told Mary about losing her cherry three years before. She'd gone to a beach party with seven members of a college fraternity.

"They all got drunk and stripped me naked," Salena had said breathlessly. "Then they held me down on a blanket and took turns fucking me."

Then she flashed a lewd grin and her green eyes twinkled brightly.

"After the first two guys, they didn't need to hold me. I liked fucking so much, I fucked them all three times!"

Mary could only shiver and feel cold waves of disgust, even now. She was still cherry and was often teased about it by other girls at school. Her name didn't help. In the locker room after gym class a group of them would sometimes dance around her naked chanting: "Virgin Mary, quite contrary, how does your cherry grow?"

At least Salena was kind, enough to take no part in such teasing. In fact, she defended her friend whenever they were together. The bond between them was very strong.

Mary heaved a pensive sigh and slumped back into the soft cushions of the couch, curved to fill the corner of the living room.

"I shouldn't have told you about it," Salena said. "I should learn to keep my big mouth shut."

"It's not your fault," Mary said with a sniffle. "I-I knew. At least I suspected."

For the last several months, Mary's parents and the three other couples had supposedly been driving out to the coast, one weekend a month, to have dinner together and dance on the hotel terrace under the stars.

"It's so romantic," Mary's mother had said. "And we all need to get away once in awhile."

They all spent Saturday night at the hotel, supposedly to avoid the long drive home late at night. Now after all Salena had said, Mary found herself wondering if the four couples ever danced at all.

"I wanted to have everybody over this weekend," Salena went on, her sly smile creeping back, "because I don't think it's fair for our parents to have all the fun."

Mary could not manage any kind of reply. She sat staring blankly at the wall. She could see her mother naked and spreading her slender legs for Mr. Winslow, Mike's father.

"I've had the hots for Mike a long time," Salena said. Mary blinked at the sound of her voice and the vivid image of her mother's lust vanished. "But I've never done anything about it until now. With our parents all being best friends, I thought it would be just too much to handle."

Mary shrugged woodenly and gazed back at the wall. Now in her mind, she could see her mother fuckinj. Mr. Franklin. His strong, hairy body pressed her flat, and he was whipping his huge thick prick shaft in and out of her cunt.

"And I thought you might have same fun with Ben," Salena went on. "You two are alike in a lot of ways."

"You mean shy and sexless?" Mary said in a tone of distraction.

In a strange way, her imaginings had excited her. She felt a curious flood of warmth spreading in her cunt.

"No, not sexless," Salena said, although that thought had crossed her mind. "Just shy. I thought if I got you and Ben together…"

"That I might want to fuck like my mother?" Mary's voice had a keen cutting edge, and Salena decided it would be best not to reply.

A knock sounded at the door, and Salena leaped up with a grateful sigh. "That must be the guys now."

Mike came in first, tall and ruggedly handsome like his father – well over six feet tall. He had a craggy face topped with dark wavy hair. Although Mary had never paid any real attention to him, she could see now why Salena was so interested. His broad, thick shoulders nearly filled the doorway.

"Hi, Salena." His dark, piercing eyes gazed up and down her lush curves, and the massive cock bulge in his tight-fitting jeans began to throb.

"Hi, Mike," she answered in a deep, throaty voice.

Salena grinned and lowered her gaze almost at once to the huge prick-bulge pulsing between his legs.

"Oooh, and hi, Ben," she said as an afterthought.

Poor Ben! Mary thought. He's the one kid at school teased more about his name than me. Why the Franklins ever named their son Ben, I can't imagine. He suffers a lot of teasing, especially in history class.

And that wasn't all. Ben's tangle of sandy hair always looked like a haystack after a windstorm, and he had to wear thick glasses that made his misty brown eyes look four times their normal size.

But Ben's gentle, fun-loving nature appealed to Mary. She greeted him warmly and motioned for him to join her on the curved sectional couch. He sat down smiling, but breathing in anxious gasps.

"Well, here we are…" Ben said.

"I wonder what our parents are doing right now?" Salena asked coyly.

Mike laughed. "If I know my dad, he's fucking your mother for the second or third time."

"Why my mother?" Salena teased.

"Because she looks so much like you… long, fiery hair and sexy as hell."

"He might rather suck an Dina Franklin's big tits," Salena said, fishing for more praise. "Ben's mother has the biggest tits I ever saw!"

"But my dad is more of an ass man like me. He likes a nice firm, shapely ass."

"You think your father would like my ass?" Salena asked as she did a slow turn, smiling as she felt the heat of Mike's leering gaze.

"He'd have your shorts off before you could say fuck."

"And my tits aren't exactly small," Salena said boldly.

She turned again, cupping her hands beneath her tits to bulge her thick dark nipples against the filmy covering of her thin blouse.

"Not small at all!" Mike agreed. His thick tongue flicked anxiously as his lips curved into a lusty grin.

Mary shuddered and looked away. She thought it was shameless the way Salena flaunted herself.

"I could never do anything like that," she said, giving voice to her private thoughts.

"I wouldn't want you to," Ben said softly. Her head spun toward him in a swirl of flaxen hair. She hadn't realized she'd spoken aloud. She grinned shyly.

"I'm glad."

"Let's put on some music and dance," Salena suggested. "That's what our parents are supposed to be doing."

She chuckled and snapped a tape cartridge into the stereo set against the far wall. A throbbing disco beat filled the room, and Salena's lush body began to sway.

"Come on, Mike… dance with me." Salena held out her arms and racked her hips suggestively.

"Anything for an excuse to get my body close to yours!"

"What makes you think you need an excuse?" Salena pressed the sleek dome of her pussy mound against the straining hardness of Mike's thick cock.

"Aaahhhh," he gasped.

His meaty prick shaft swelled hard and straightened itself, standing so stiff and tall that his cock head bulged out of his pants under his shirt.

"I saw your father's cock in those pictures, but yours looks even bigger." Salena swept her hands down to finger his balls and the base of his huge cock. "Hummmm, and your cock's so hot I can feel it right through your clothes."

Salena pressed her body close again, pulsing and swaying with lewd but rhythmic grace. She rocked her shoulders and raked her thick hard nipples across Mike's chest.

"You're pretty hot yourself," he said.

"Yeah, I think I'd better get rid of some clothes. They'll just be in the way later."

"Not too much later, I hope!"

Mike's cock was already so aching hard, he couldn't stand it. And seeing Salena peel off her thin blouse made his mighy prick burn with desire.

She smiled, dropping her blouse to the floor. She never wore a bra. Her jutting tits needed no artificial support. They curved so sharply that her dark nipples thrust up at an inviting angle.

"Gruuungh," Mike groaned, barely in control. She stroked his chest with long, wavering fingers, gliding down to the bulged mass of prickmeat throbbing at his groin.

"We'd better let that big fucker out before it rips your rants," she said, tugging playfully at Mike's belt, timing her moves to the drumming disco beat.

"Yeah!" Mike gasped joyously when she opened his fly.

His cock leaped and twitched, still bound in by the elastic band ringing his shorts.

"It's the biggest, hottest cock I ever saw!"

"You make it that way," he told her. "It's never been so fucking big before."

"I want to make your cock bigger still!" Salena sank to her knees and dragged Mike's pants and shorts down, then reached back to grip the naked shaft of his enormous cock.

"God, your prick's as big around as my arm," she moaned.

Mary watched with a dazed look in her eyes. The lewd display seemed no more real to her than the visions she'd imagined flashing on the wall. She never thought that even Salena could be so brazen.

Salena bowed her head forward and kissed the blue-red crown of Mike's cock, running her wet tongue slowly around the thick ridge of hot cock flesh.

"This will make your cock bigger and harder still," she said with rasping breath.

"Shit… if it doesn't make me shoot!"

Mike clenched his teeth and strained the ribbons of muscle lacing his groin to hold back a steaming charge of jism boiling in his egg-sized nuts.

Salena ovaled her lips and slid them over his bulging cockhead, pulling and sucking as she inched down his vein-ridged prick shaft.

"Hhhhaaaagh," he gasped sharply. The pressure steamed and throbbed in his aching balls.

Salena stroked his swollen nuts while her taut lips slid hungrily, down his long cock shaft.

"Ooooh, shit! That's it!" Mike thrust forward with a wild lunge and sank his massive hard-on into her mouth. "I can't hold back any more!"

Thick dark curls of sweaty cockhair tickled Salena's lips. She gasped in startled delight when he stuffed her sinewy throat full. Then she felt his huge prick twitch, shivering violently in the tight, velvety-smooth channel of her throat.

"Hhhaaarrrgh!" Mike roared, reaming and twisting his gushing prick deeper into her throat.

Ripples of pleasure seethed and swarmed over every raw nerve along his big prick. His bulbous cock head swelled far back in her throat, then spit hot fuck-cream that splattered the damp walls of her throat.

"Muuhhhh," Salena moaned.

For an instant, she thought she might gag. Even dry, Mike's big cock was almost more than her throat could hold. Now it strained and heaved with each wet shot of jizz.

He coiled his fingers in her long hair and tugged, grinding her lips into his bushy mat of cockhair. His hips jerked back, dragging his long gleaming cock shaft halfway out of her mouth. Then he rammed his cock back in with a savage grunt of satisfaction.

"Cuuuunnning! I love the way you suck cock!" Salena could only gulp and moan. His giant prick kept spurting slick jism faster than she could swallow. The salty-sweet fuck-juice welled up in her throat and bubbled from her clinging lips.

With Mike's strong hands tangled in her hair, she could not move her head. He held her, whipping tier head back and forth as he pumped his hot, wet cock rapidly in and out.

"Ooooh, baby… you're going to make me cum a whole quart!"

Sal ma gurgled, and more silvery slime ran lint the corners of her clenched lips.

"Gluuungh," she gasped, dizzy from the frenzy of Mike's brutal fuck-motions.

Mary's hazy blue eyes shied from the furious pounding that Salena seemed to be loving and hating at the same time. Ben kept his gaze fixed on the lewd pair, and he felt his own cock swell steely hard just from the thrill of watching.

Salena's lush tits bounced and trembled each time Mike rammed in his stiff cock, thumping his hairy loins hard against her lips. Her hands fluttered, reaching blindly for his balls.

Though her eyes were opened wide, Salena could see only blurred motion and could feel nothing but the steaming spurts of thick fuck-cream that seemed so searing-hot when she gulped it down.

Mary glanced down and chanced to see Ben fingering the stiff swelling of his cock. His prick throbbed inside his pants just as Mike's had done earlier. She gulped nervously, fearful that Ben might want her – or force her – to suck his cock.

"I can't!" she said in a quaking voice.

"Can't what?" Ben jerked his hand away from his hardened cock, but his prick shaft continued its lewd pulsing inside his pants. He wasn't even thinking about Mary.

"Er, I-I can't watch any more."

Ben sighed. He knew Mary's reputation, and he hadn't really expected her to change. At least not so soon.

"It's kind of exciting in a way," he said.

Mary clenched her eyes shut and shook her head. She would never admit it – not even to herself – but watching Mike fuck Salena's eager mouth had started a warm and disturbing flow of creamy cunthoney in her cherry cunt.

Ben stroked her hand with a soft, consoling gesture, but he avoided her gaze when she blinked and looked at him. He knew what Mike had in mind all along – he was far more interested in popping Mary's sweet little cherry than in anything the lusty Salena might offer.

And Ben, for all his shyness, could hardly wait to get his cock into Salena's sleek cunt. Her pussy was fringed with the same shade of gleaming redgold hair that flounced down her back. He felt his cock throb as he stared at her damp, gleaming cunt hair trying to imagine what the depths of her fiery pussy might be like.

Then he hissed out a long, deflating breath. Whatever Salena's cunt was like, he knew Mike would feel it first. The two of them had been friends and neighbors since childhood, just like Mary and Salena.

But Mike was the handsome one who always attracted the girls, and Ben had grown used to his role as a tag-along. When he got to fuck some sexy chick, it was only because she was hanging around trying to get Mike's attention.

After several long minutes, Mike finally pumped his huge cock dry. He let his tightly clenched hands slide down through Salena's silky hair, and she gave his drained nuts a last teasing stroke with her fingers.

"Yyyuuummm!" she said. "I wasn't sure I could swallow all your hot jizz. That's the biggest and best cock I ever sucked!"

Her fingers snaked around his wet cock shaft and began pumping it back to full straining vigor.

"The best is yet to come," Mike said.

Salena purred and whipped her hand up and down his cum-glazed cock, smiling because she assumed he meant fucking her sultry cunt. She couldn't see that he had turned his head to eye the trembling blonde cherry sitting on the couch.

"My parents have a big round bed," Salena said.

"Oooh, yeah?" The way she kept whipping his wet cock had it almost fully erect again. "Why don't we go try it out?"

Mike had more on his mind than just popping Mary's tender cherry cunt. Ever since he'd found the pictures his father kept hidden, he'd been thinking about Salena's sexy, lusciously curved mother. He wanted to fuck her too.

For now, being in her big round bed with her lusty look-alike daughter was the best he could do.

Salena rose and took Mike's hand to show him the way.

CHAPTER TWO

Her daughter Ellen a was the furthest thing from Sharla Fallon's mind when she first stepped into the darkened hotel suite. She turned a dimmer switch to bathe the main room with a muted glow of soft light, then she closed and locked the door, wondering which of the men would draw the key.

Salena wore a low-cut gown of filmy, clinging black chiffon. Across her bare shoulders, she'd draped an elegant white mink stole. The silky fur shimmered like newly fallen snow.

She crossed the room slowly, pulling down the zipper of her long dress. It fell without a sound, and she stepped gracefully from amid its soft folds. Now clad in lacy black panties and a strapless, uplifting bra, she hugged the gleaming white mink closer to cover her luscious tits.

A cool sea breeze swept into the room through the balcony door. Sharla could hear the surf churning restlessly, crashing on the rocky shore. She felt the same way, restless and churning. It still excited her not knowing which man had drawn her key for the first round, but the thrill was far less satisfying than when the four couples began swapping several months ago.

Sharla sighed and stepped out on to the balcony. The sidewalls were both solid to insure privacy. Ahead, beyond the wrought iron rail, the moon bathed sea pitched and tossed. She stared down and felt the chill of the salt breeze. Impulsively, she flipped the long stole around inside out. The textured brocade lining shimmered in the moonlight and the silky white fur tingled against her skin.

A key grated in the lock, and Sharla turned in time to see the door swing open. Brad Winslow's powerful body seemed to fill the door frame. He grinned, stepped into the room and closed the door.

"That's quite an outfit," he said.

Sharla snuggled into the soft folds of her stole and said, "I'm just waiting for something better to keep me warm."

Brad began stripping off his suit. "You don't seem quite as anxious as the first time," he said evenly.

"Maybe I'm not." Sharla glided back into the room. "Don't get me wrong… you've got a great cock, and I love the way you fuck, but…"

"But it isn't the wild new thrill that it used to be?" he asked. "Don't feel bad. Even Dina's humongous tits don't turn me on now like they did at first. I've been thinking we need something fresh to liven up our monthly get-togethers."

"I was just thinking the same thing."

Sharla approached him, stroking her softly curved thighs with the dangling ends of her sleek white stole. The rich, sensuous caress of fur excited her. The sight of Brad's big hard cock made her squirm even more.

"You haven't lost interest completely, I see."

"Oh, shit no! It's just that I think it would be nicer if all of us if we had more-more…"

"More variety?"

Sharla curled her right hand around the root of Brad's cock and began a slow, pulsing rhythm timed to the beat of the thundering surf.

"Aaahhh," he said. "And who did you have in mind?"

Sharla blushed and felt embarrassed. "Promise you won't shit?"

"Hummmm, I may cum if you keep pumping my cock like that. But tell me what's on your mind."

She stroked his long cock shaft again, hooking her middle finger to tease his dangling nut sac. "I've been thinking about your son Mike."

"Wwwhhhaaa?" he gulped.

Sharla thought he might choke. Then he managed a taut smile.

"That's really funny… because I've been thinking a lot about your daughter Salena."

The jerking motion of her clenched hand stopped abruptly, and she squeezed hard on his stiff cock. "I don't think the others would go along with anything like that."

"Who says they have to know?"

She grinned and shrugged off the silky mink. "I'd love to try a hot young cock like Mike's."

"I'd like a wild young pussy too. And I'll bet we can both teach the kids some things they don't know."

"I'm sure we van!" Sharla felt a sudden wave of heat spreading across her loins. "Hhhhhmmmmm, I'm getting hot just thinking about it!"

She pitched backward across the bed and wiggled out of her lacy panties. "Show me what you want to do to my daughter's sexy young cunt!"

Sharla purred and dragged the silky white mink across her heaving belly. Just below, her gleaming red-gold cunt hair shone with the hot oils of lust. The contrast looked to Brad like fire and ice.

"I know Mike's always got some hot little pussy chasing after his cock, but I'll bet he's never felt anything like this!"

She gathered a sleek mass of fur in her hand and circled it around Brad's cock when he leaned over her.

"Hhhhuuuuuunnngh! Probably not!"

She teased his hot cock shaft with her hand, but her grasp was padded and made maddeningly soft by her sleek fur gliding up and down his thick cock shaft.

"Thu sultry bitch," he moaned in cringing delight.

Any second, he expected to shoot hot fuck cum all over her expensive mink stole.

But Sharla knew well just how much a man can take. She tossed her mink aside and arched to guide his throbbing cock into her simmering cunt.

"Aaaahhhhhh!" she gasped.

His prick began gushing hot jism the instant her seething cunt muscles gripped the bulbed head.

"I'D bet that's how quick young Mike will cum! I'll bet we fuck a dozen times before his prick can last a full minute in a real woman's cunt."

"Hhhuuuungh!"

Brad fucked into her with a quick series of deep thrusts, worming the thick root of his cock around on her cunt lips at the bottom of each stab.

More hot jism pumped each time their bodies clashed. Sharla jerked her feet up and scissored them around Brad's waist. She rocked her hips to meet each reaming jab of his cock and didn't stop her waves of motion until she'd fucked his cock completely dry.

"Hhhooo, that was great!" she moaned.

"Yeah, it was."

They both moaned and shivered with the gentle aftershocks of explosive orgasm. And they both thought of even greater thrills they had yet to share.

"Isn't that the sexiest bed you ever saw?" Salena said as she led Mike into the room.

"I'll say!"

It looked at least ten feet across, a perfect circle covered with a lush black velveteen spread. Soft, indirect lighting bathed it with a faint glow from above. Mirrors adorned the walls all around.

"Your mother must be some sexy lady!"

"Where do you think I learned?" Salena asked coyly.

She stretched across the bed and spread her tapered legs, stroking a finger up and down between the soft pink lips of her cunt.

Far the first time in her life, Salena felt pangs of jealousy. The strange glint jn Mike's eyes told her that his mind was not entirely on her, even though his lusty gaze was focused on her sleek damp cunt slit.

"You're thinking about fucking my mother!" she realized with a start.

"Huh?" Her outburst caught him unaware. "Yeah… maybe."

"You sonuvabitch! What makes you think her cunt is better than mine?"

Salena wound her long middle finger deep into her wet cunt, and she twirled her clit with the tip of her thumb.

Brad's cock swelled hard just watching the way her eager pussy writhed. The glaze of cum on his thick prick cracked and flaked as his cock expanded. He liked the way his taunting stare made her squirm.

"If were both here right now, which one of us would you fuck first?"

Salena pumped her finger in and out of her clinging pussy to entice him further.

"It wouldn't matter… this cock of mine is plenty hard enough to satisfy you both."

"Bastard!" Salena hooked her finger and twisted it until her pussy seethed. "I'd rather fuck with your father! At least he knows what to do with a hot pussy when he sees one!"

"What makes you think I don't?"

Mike crouched between her wide-spread legs and scooped his muscular arms behind her knees.

"Aaaggghhhhh!" she gasped. "What are you doing?"

"I'll bet your mother knows," he teased. "I saw it in those pictures I found. Your mother just loves to fuck with her feet. Uh!"

"Damn you! Don't keep talking about my mother. Fuck me!"

She wrenched her lithe body to grind the wet mouth of her cunt on Mike's swollen cockhead.

"Ram your cock in, you bastard! I'll fuck you hotter and better than any old woman can!"

"We'll see." Mike cased his prick into her cunt, taking his time, loving the way jealous anguish made her silky pussy muscles writhe and swirl around his sinking cock.

He bunched his broad shoulders and brought her lop up around his neck. She kicked her feet and squeals as tic doubled her in two, thrusting and driving with all the hot length of his cock.

"Graaaaaahhh!" Salena cried. "God, I've never felt a big cock sink so deep!"

"Now you know why your mother likes to fuck this way."

"Hhhhmnini, yeah. Ooooh, Mike, fuck me more! Make my hot young pussy burn. I know my mother's cunt could never be as hot as mine!"

"We'll see," Mike said, taking exquisite pleasure in the long, slow gliding fuck-strokes that made her pussy cling and squirm.

"You fucker!"

The slow, steady pumping of his thick cock wasn't nearly satisfying enough for her. She reared up, whirling her pussy mound in a mad spiral of lust.

"If you don't fuck me right, I'll twist your damn cock off!"

"Hhhhaaaaaa," he moaned.

The spiral fucking motions of Salena's raging wet cunt were almost more than he could stand. Jagged sparks of wild delight blazed tortuous paths of joy to the base of his brain. He had to squint and clench the knot of muscle at the root of his cock to keep from dumping his second big load right then.

"I know you'll like my cunt best of all!" Salena cried between gasping animal sounds of lust.

"We'll see."

"You conceited, cunt-hungry sonuvabitch! What could be better than this?"

She hooked her knees around his neck and thrashed her pussy up and down and around.

Mike found that he hardly needed to move.

Salem's jealous fury made her flex and squirm her silky little cunt sleeve all over the long arm his cock. But he masked the scaring delight that came with her envious writhing.

"I've just been thinking how nice it would be to jam my cock into a sweet, soft tender cherry cunt."

"Mary?" Salena's insane fury ceased. She shuddered and screamed: "NO!"

"But I don't think I've ever fucked a cherry before. One girl said she was, but she turned out to be a horny cocksucking whore like you."

"God damn! When I'm through with your big cock, it won't be any strength enough left to pop a cherry. I'll wring that big fucker dry and leave it so limp, you'll need a splint when you want to piss!"

Mike's rough tongue flicked out and swept across her sputtering lips. "God!" he said. "I just love your pussy when it gets this hot!"

"You bastard! You sonuvabitch! You've been teasing me all along!"

"Just so we'd both enjoy fucking more."

"You fucker. You'll never enjoy anything more than this! Huuummmmmmph, gruuuuunnnngh, hhhaaagggbhhhhh."

She jerked and twisted, screwing her tight cunt up and down the swollen length of his long prick shaft until she slumped down on the bed, weak and gasping for breath.

"Now!" he growled. "Now, I'm going to fuck your horny cunt until you're too weak to walk!"

"Aaaazgghhhh!"

He lunged forward, bending her body, stabbing and twisting with a full twelve inches of stiff cock.

All of Salena's previous fucking experience seemed quite tame compared to Mike's grunting lust. She could only whimper and moan in time with his fierce jack-hammer thrusts.

"You like that, bitch?"

"Yes!"

"Then take some more!"

"Gggrrraaahhh!" Salena felt her eyes bulge when Mike jabbed his prick into her again. "God, don't kill me!"

"What better way is there for a whore to die? I'm going to fuck your horny cunt to death!"

Mike's powerful frame pressed her down, grinding her back deep into the soft velveteen spread. But the sensuous tingle became lost in the pain. She had never been fucked so hard and fast and deep in all her life.

"Oooooh, shit, I'm going to cum!" She'd wanted the sensation of aching joy to go on and on.

Mike gasped, "Guuuunngh! Good!"

All his weight came crashing down on her. His thick cock-root twisted and swirled in the wet slit of her cunt, and then she felt his prickhead spurt.

"Hhhha… jism! Hot fucking cream! Fuck me full, you bastard. Don't slow down now!"

"Uuummmph. Huuuunnngh!"

It took all of Mike's remaining strength, but he whipped and thrust his gushing prick until not another drop of searing cum could be milked from his prick shaft.

Salena dragged her legs down off Mike's shoulders and spread them wide, lying beneath him, weak and trembling with faint tremors of aching joy.

"God damn, that was good. Hhhmmm, it was the best fucking my pussy ever felt."

Mike's cock twitched in the snug hollow of her cum-flooded cunt. He could feel the sticky warmth of his gushing jism.

"It was great," he said with complete honesty. "The best fuck I've ever had, too."

"Aren't you glad our parents finally brought us together?" Salena asked with a lewd grin.

"I'll like it even better when we get together with them."

"Do you think we can?"

In the warm bliss of satisfaction, Salena no longer felt jealous. She understood Mike's desire to fuck a sexy older woman like her mother. It was really no different than her compelling urge to test her sex appeal for a fully grown man.

"I don't see why not. Shit, think what they're doing right now."

"I remember one thing from those pictures," Salena said.

She twisted suddenly, and his soft cock slipped from her wet cunt-hole.

"Huuuungh?" He lifted his strong body and let her turn face down beneath him.

"My mother must like to have her ass fucked," she said.

She arched and wiggled the soft cheeks of her ass until Mike's dripping cock settled into the deep cleft. She kept rocking her well-shaped ass, heating and pumping his cock.

"I-I've never known a girl who wanted to ass fuck."

"I haven't done it before, either. But it must be fun. I remember the look on mom's face."

"Yeah!" Mike bridged himself above her and pressed the hot tip of his wet cock against her dark, tightly drawn little shithole.

"Ooooh, your cock's so big," she moaned. "Don't be too rough at first. Remember, I'm still cherry back there."

"You won't be for long," he promised.

Mike's cock swelled hard with aching lust. He'd always wanted to ass-fuck some sexy little bitch just to see what it was like. But the other girls he knew were all too timid and squeamish, even those who fucked up front like their pussies were on fire.

"Aaaggghhh!" Salena cried as he pressed down. "Oh, God… Mike, go slow. It feels like you're splitting my ass in two!"

"I'll bet your mother doesn't bitch like that. She probably humps herself up and begs for more cock."

"Bastard!" she hissed.

But she knew that what he said might be true, and she wanted to do at least as well, even if it was her first ass-fuck. She gritted her teeth and arched her back up, working her clamped little asshole in slow circle.

"Huuunnngh." Mike grunted happily.

Her ass was so tight and hot, he thought she might grind the skin off his cock.

"It's a good thing your big prick is still wet and slick with cum. I couldn't stand it if it was dry. Oh, I'm not sure I can take it all now. Mike… oh, Mike. I should have started with a guy who has a normal-sized cock, not a fucking log!"

"You little bitch… you love my big prick. I can feel bow it makes your shithole squinrm."

"Yes!" she screamed. "Yes, it hurts like shit… but I don't want you to stop. Fuck it into my ass! Ream my ass, Mike. Hhhhmmmm, make me love your huge cock!"

He shoved into her wiggling ass with all his might.

"Wwwhhhoooph!" she gushed. "Oh, shit… my last cherry fuck hole! Hhhmmm, fuck it Mike!"

His thick dark mat of cockhair pressed flat against the creamy domed cheek of her ass. It chafed as he worked the thick root of his buried cock around and around.

"Ooooh, yes! Fuck my little shitter! Wind it in and make it hurt. This is better than when I lost my cunt cherry!"

Mike grinned and thought of Mary, so sweet and tender and still untried, and his giant cock began to vent its second load.

"Better! Better! Better!" Salena gasped as she took each steaming shot of jizz.

Slick cum flooded the tight dark tunnel of her ass and made his cock glide smoothly in and out.

"Ooooh, you big fucker… this is the best yet!"

She reared and twisted, grinding her soft ass on his scruffy cockhair. "I'm cumming! Oh, shit… fuck… hungh!"

It was a different and strangely exciting kind of climax. She felt her whole body begin to tremble.

When her furious writhing had fully drained Mike's aching cock, he sagged down and buried his face in her soft, sweet-smelling hair.

"Ooooh, the first time is always so exciting!" Salena said.

"It was for us." Mike said. "Let's hope Mary feels the same way."

CHAPTER THREE

When Mike and Salena first left the room, Mary sat stiffly on the edge of the couch, perched like a wary little bird ready to take flight. The young flaxen-haired blonde felt so nervous, she could hardly breathe.

"Relax," Ben said with a comforting smile. He rested a warm hand on her shoulder, a calming gesture of reassurance.

"I'll try," she said tensely.

But she could not. As soon as she settled back, she heard Salena's excited cries coming from the back of the house. Then she heard wild grunts and moans, the sounds of anguish and pain.

Somehow, she found it worse just sitting and listening, trying to imagine the lewd acts that produced such wild grunting and moaning and so many angry words. Her innocent mind reeled with confusion, unable to conjure up images to match the animal sounds she beard.

"What do you think they're doing?" she asked anxiously.

Salena's cries by then had reached a fevered pitch.

"Oh, er… well, you know…" Ben fussed and fumbled, unable to go on.

"No, I don't know. That's the trouble."

He took a long breath and said: "They're fucking."

"God, it sounds like he's killing her!" Mary shivered each time Salena cried out.

"She likes it that way," he assured her.

"I wouldn't. I wouldn't like it at all!"

Ben was going to say: "You won't know until you've tried it," but he decided that would only upset her more.

"It doesn't have to be that way," he said instead.

He eased his arm around her shoulders and drew her toward him in a manner that was more protective than passionate.

Mary felt strange and unsettling things. In a way, the fierce grunts and wails she heard were enticing. They piqued her curiosity even though she still trembled. At the same time, Ben's warm and reassuring embrace brought her comfort.

"Ohh, Ben… I'm so mixed up. Hold me, please. Hold me close."

"Sure, Mary."

Ben gulped and put both arms around her. Salena let out a shrill cry at the same moment, and Mary snuggled into his arms like a frightened little rabbit seeking shelter.

Ben liked holding her. Her firm little tits pressed warmly against his chest. Her silky, fresh-smelling hair brushed his cheek. And when Salena's shrill cry became a scream of torment, her slender arms circled around him, and her nails clawed desperately at his back.

Ben knew Mike's plan to pop the delicate little blonde's cherry. He had talked all afternoon about having hot cherry blood smeared the whale length of his foot-long cock. Ben also knew how pissed his friend would be if he fucked Mary first.

Until he felt the trembling desperation of the young girl's embrace, he had been mainly interested in Salena. She was the sexy one of the lusty wanton ready for anything. Now Mary's anxious grasp and her obvious vulnerability made her almost irresistible.

It hardly mattered to Ben that Mike would get pissed. During the years they'd been friends, Mike had always been first. First to get a driver's license, first to get fucked, first to get whatever he wanted. Ben always followed along, always in the shadow of his stionger and better-looking best friend.

"It's nice the way you hold me," Mary whispered.

Her soft lips brushed his ear, and her warm breath made him cringe with burning desire.

He gave an anxious gasp and lightly stroked her side with the spread fingers of one hand. He felt the sideband of her bra, and his fingers toyed with it, lingering and straying slowly toward the base of one little cup.

He expected her to jerk sway and scream for him to stop. He was almost touching titflesh. He almost had his hand on her tender little tit. His cock swelled hard and throbbed eagerly in his pants.

But Mary didn't pull away. She turned slightly, purring like a kitten, letting him feel a little more of her sharply pointed tit.

"Oooh, Ben," she moaned. "I've never let anyone do that to me before!"

Mary's almost-tearful confession increased the heat and urgency of his restless desire. He had rarely been first at anything, and now was his big – perhaps his only – chance. By the sound of awhile. Mike was going to be occupied for quite Ben's first impulse was to place both hands on Mary's firm little tits and maul them into submission. But then he realized that such a sudden and aggressive move would probably scare her. He decided that it would be better to take his time and offer her the gentle comfort that she craved.

He may not have been first very often, but he was clever. He moved his hand slowly and stroked the side of her trembling little tit-mound, working his fingers toward her rigid nipple in agonizingly small steps.

Mary rewarded him with a series of indrawn breaths. She purred each time his hand moved. Her tits swelled beneath his hand, and her tiny little nipples turned hard.

"Oh, Ben, I never dreamed it could feel so good!"

He grinned and brought his other hand around to start the same slow process on her other tit. She gulped and closed her eyes.

"Hhhooo, not both at once!"

But she didn't pull away. She threw her shoulders back to accent the swelling of her tits.

Ben's fingers finally drew together and held just the tips of her rock-hard nipples.

"Aaahhhh," Mary moaned softly, writhing and twisting as he twirled her nipples with slow and gentle precision.

Ben had felt bigger tits before, but never a pair that responded so eagerly to his touch. He kept his left thumb circling around on her bulging tit-nub and eased his right hand up to the top button of her blouse. His touch was so light, and he had the button open and his fingers touching her warm flesh before she even realized his intent.

"No… don't!" But he kept up the slow, spiraling caress of her nipple. He undid the second button and stroked the web of elastic binding her two bra cups together.

"Hhhuuuunnngh!" she groaned.

The way Ben kept twisting and teasing her nipples had her mind spinning out of control. His hand crept back up in the open V of her blouse and slipped inside. She tensed and gave a startled gasp. "No, Ben… not that way! No, don't…"

Ben's fingers wiggled under the binding edge of her bra and touched her creamy naked tit for the first time.

"Oooooh, Ben!" Mary gave a joyous shiver, thrusting and writhing her naked tit into his hand.

Then she jerked and squirmed, and Ben thought she might be trying to twist away, but she had only run her hands up her back under her blouse to release the clasp of her bra.

"There!" she said with a thankful gasp. "Now you can feel both tits without ripping my clothes."

What Ben wanted to do was suck the first bare nipple he saw. It stood firm and hard in the center of a broad ring of dark, nubby flesh that contrasted sharply with the creamy white slopes of her tit.

But again, his calculating mind held him back. It was too soon for that. He spread the open neck of her blouse wide and pushed her loosely hanging bra upward. It bunched around her throat, and then he held her delicate little tit-mounds, spinning her bare nipples with the tips of his thumbs.

"Ben!" Mary let out a long wail and pitched herself down flat on the couch.

The mad twirling of his thumbs had her whole body writhing with unknown delights.

He leaned over, smiling, and kissed the quivering little hollow at the base of her throat. He lapped and stroked it with his tongue until her whole body trembled with raging joy.

Then Ben dragged his flicking tongue into the broad cleft between her tits. She pitched and tossed, babbling weak sounds of protest and deep moans of delight. He wagged his tongue from side to side, sweeping farther and farther up the smooth tender slopes of her tits.

"Oh, no! Not with your mouth!"

Mary tensed, but as his hand slid away, she arched and thrust her burning nipple toward his waiting lips.

"Yes, kiss it!" she cried. "Kiss my tittie!"

He wanted to gulp her whole tit down and thrash her bulging nipple with his tongue, but he sensed that she wasn't quite ready for that. By now, his poor cock was a burning mass of throbbing pain. His prick had far less patience than his mind.

Ben lowered his ovaled lips on the hot tip of Mary's nipple. It tasted sweet and tart, like a berry only partly ripe. He smacked his lips and swirled her nipple around with his wet tongue, matching the motion of his thumb, which was still winding away on her other tit.

"Oooooh, jeez," she gulped.

Slick wet friction increased the stinging sparks of pleasure blazing from both her nipples. "Ben, I can't stand it… you're driving me crazy!"

He only nodded and raked her bare nipple with his teeth. He felt half-crazy too. Having to hold back was almost more than his hot prick could stand. Especially now. He could hear Salena screaming from the back of the house.

Mary was too delirious with new found pleasure to make sense of what Salena was screaming over and over. Nor did she have the will left to resist the steady advance of Ben's probing hand.

He kept her nipple aching with joy and slid his free hand down over her heaving belly. His cautious mind told him to take it slow – to finger the slit of her cherry cunt first from outside her skirt. But the aching throb of his cock told him it was time to speed the action up. And he decided to pay attention to his hot prick this time.

Ben knew his cock wasn't quite as long as Mike's. Second place, once again. But his cock was thicker. It was so thick and hard at the root, it looked like a gnarled tree stump. A real cuntripper, one girl had called it.

He slid his hand under the waistband of Mary's skirt and waited for her howl of protest. She gasped feebly, but her hips rocked in expectation.

Next he found the slim elastic band of her sleek panties and wiggled his hand under that.

"No!" she cried.

But there was no stopping him now. His gliding hand reached the edge of her silken pussy curls.

"Ben," she moaned. "Please don't touch my pussy. If you do, I know I won't be able to stop!"

He only grinned and sucked in more of her tit, lashing it with hungry tongue-strokes. Her pleading wail reminded him of something his father once told him. Women were like roller coasters. They creaked and clanked along, inching toward the peak of that first steep drop. Then, once over the crest, they went like hell. There was no stopping them once they passed that first peak.

"God, Ben… please stop!"

The shrillness of Mary's voice told him that she had neared her peak. He spread his first and third fingers and slid them through her silky pussy hair, his first finger reaching down each side of her cimt to tease her soft wet pussy lips.

"No, Ben! Ooooh, no!"

But Salena was screaming: "Yes!" at the same time, and it was her voice they both heard.

Mary threw her trembling legs wide apart and Ben eased his long middle finger into the sleek hollow of her cherry cunt.

Her soft rings of cunt muscle reacted instinctively, contracting and pulling with wave-like motions to draw his finger in. He sighed joyously when he felt the rhythmic pulses of her pussy grip his finger. Her slick cunt oils oozed warm and free, and the tip of his finger thumped against the barrier hidden in her unfucked cunt.

"Hhhaaaggghhb, that's my cherry!" she cried.

"Yeah!"

He stroked her cherry with his wiggling fingertip. His touch excited new waves of violent motion. Now her bands of cunt muscle tried to expel his intruding finger. His cock strained inside his pants, and the pressure in his nuts spread across his heaving groin.

Mary's hand groped blindly, feeling for his massive cock-bulge. Her fingers closed around his prick, thwarted by the thickness of his shorts and jeans.

"Oaaoh, your cock's so big and hard!"

Ben could have shot off a load right then, the instant he felt the curl of her grasping hand.

"I want to touch it… I want to feel how big and hot your prick is with nothing in the way!" She pulled down the zipper of his fly and dug inside, clumsy in her excitement, shocked by what she found.

"Ben… your cock's so hot! And it's so huge. You can't put all that cockmeat in my tight cunt. Hhhhoooo, even your finger is too much!"

But she kept squeezing and pumping his cockshaft, making it swell thicker and harder still. He grunted fiercely, straining to hold back an eruption of jism. Holding his breath and the steaming flow of cum, he swung around between her legs and hiked up her skirt.

Now he could see the spreading glaze of hot fuck-honey dampening the soft material of her panties. He pulled them down with the hand that had been buried in her pussy, ripping the filmy cloth.

"No… no… no!" she cried wildly. "Oh no!"

But she guided his cock to the slender split between her soft, blonde-fringed pussy lips.

"You want to fuck as much as I do now," he said.

"Yes! I want your cock in me. I don't want to be a cherry any more. Make me a woman, Ben. I can't wait another minute!"

He pressed down on her, and she kept her hand on the root of his cock, guiding and twisting it in, widening the soft wet mouth of her seething cunt.

"I'm sorry now that I waited so long."

The bulging purplish head of Ben's cock pressed against her leathery little cherry.

"Your virgin cherry is really hot now!"

"YES!" She could not have jerked more wildly if he'd branded her with a red-hot iron. "It feels like it might melt."

She kept wrenching his thick cock around, and the frail little cherry parted under the steady pressure of his twisting cock.

Ben sank his cock into her cunt, and she jerked her hand away, gasping from the torment and thee delight.

"Hhhuniggh! That's it… ooooh, I can feel your big cock burn. I'm a woman… I'm a woman at last!"

Ben reared up, grinning. And I'm a man! he was thinking. I'm first for the first time in my life.

The feeling of triumph overwhelmed all his other senses. He whipped his cock in and out, shredding the tattered remains of Mary's cherry.

"Oooooh, it hurts!" Mary cried.

But the searing heat of passion rendered her immune to pain. She clasped the small of his back and pulled his cock into her cunt deeper still.

"It won't for long," Ben gasped.

He could feel subtle changes already. Her cherry tightness gave way to sleek, demanding pulsations.

"You're right. Hummmmmmm, it feels better already."

The frayed edges of her cherry heaved back and forth with each thrust of Ben's thick cock. It felt raw and painful to her at first, but then, tingling sensations began to spring from her wound.

Mary clamped her fluttering eyelids shut, but she could still see red and blue bursts of light, like rockets exploding in the midnight sky.

"Oooh, Ben… I don't know what's happening to me!"

Ben knew. Mary's first orgasm had begun. The rhythm of her cunt motions increased. The clinging, sucking waves moved faster, flowing like quicksilver up and down his hot prick shaft.

"Hhhaaaggghhh!" she cried.

It was an eerie sensation for the young girl. She'd always felt that her mind maintained complete control over her body and its desires. But now, that was no longer true. Her unleashed passions now blazed out of control.

Ben's only concern was holding back long enough to finish what he'd begun. The pressure in his balls had reached the boiling point. He hissed and grunted each time Mary's silky cunt pulled and sucked on the spearing length of his cock.

When he thrust deep, the gnarled root of his cock rubbed on the swollen nub of her clit. That sent a searing bolt of pleasure running up her spine. She arched and twisted, stunned by the intensity of her newly discovered delight.

"Aaaahhhhhhh!" she howled. "Ben… Ben… what is it? What's happening to me?"

Her heart beat wildly. A thin film of moisture glazed her whole body and turned her soft flesh sultry smooth.

"You're cumming," he groaned. "And so am I!"

He drove his cock into her, his whole body straining and twanging like a coiled spring. Jism burst from his aching nuts and filled the tube of his cock. Holding back had created an enormous pressure.

Like a dam crumbling, his control gave way to the scaring flood. Mary reacted as though she'd been shot. She gasped and went limp for an instant of cringing uncertainty. Then she jerked and gasped.

"Ooohhh, Ben!"

Another wet blast of cum sprayed the tight walls of hew little fuck-tunnel. It spattered and oozed, sinking into dark trembling places his driving cock could not reach. Mary's eyes widened with the shock of joy. Her lips churned, but she couldn't speak. Her words tangled in ecstasy. All she could do was scream.

Her long shrill cry made Ben's cock shiver and miss one rhythmic pulse. Then he pumped more hot jizz into her cunt. His balls quaked and slapped on her ass as he whipped up and down, timing each thrust so that his cock spit its load of jism into the bottom of her cunt.

Creamy fuck juice soon backed up around the head of his cock. He could feel its slippery heat. And the more jizz he pumped in, the more he seemed to have ready to unload. He felt swirls of jism on the shaft of his cock, and then it came bubbling out of Mary's cunt.

Mary gulped and moaned, thrusting her hips in a frenzy of unrestrained desire.

"More!" she begged. "Fill my pussy with hot jism. Make my cunt burn!"

Ben had never fired spunk so long in all his life. His cock kept pumping like a huge piston long after the time he expected his nuts to run dry. Holding back for so long had started it, and the satisfaction of Mary's wild climax kept his fizz coming.

At last, she tensed and arched beneath him. Her spasms dwindled, and her furious scream faded into a deep, lusty grunt.

"Grungh! That's it… I can't take any more!" Mary felt her frenzied passions ebb, and her mind sank into a warm and soothing state of bliss.

"That's good. I haven't got any more," Ben sighed.

His cock pulsed weakly in the wet grasp of her pussy, completely drained.

For half a minute, they lay still, smiling at each other. Silence seemed to be the best way to share what they both felt – the warming glow of complete relief.

Then Ben realized that it was quiet in the back of the house too. Mike and Salena must have reached the same point.

"I want to fuck again," Mary whilspered in a breathy voice.

"Don't worry… you will."

He could hear Mike's footsteps in the hall.

CHAPTER FOUR

"You son of a bitch!" Mike said as he entered the room.

Ben turned and winced and felt his face flush beet-red. He'd just eased his cock out of Mary's blonde cunt-silt. His prick seemed to be blushing too. The whole length of it was covered with a red and silver smear still wet and gleaming brightly. "You lucky little bastard!" Mike boomed.

Ben finally found his glasses and put them on. Qnly then did he see that his friend was smilling.

"For once you went somewhere ahead of me," Mike laughed.

For an instant he had felt a wave of anger watching Ben pull his thick hairy cock out of the sweet cherry cunt he'd meant to fuck next. But seeing the look in Mary's eyes made him change his mind.

"How was it?" Salena asked.

She came into the room right behind Mike, both of them naked and still grinning from the fucking pleasures they'd shared.

"Better than I thought," Mary replied with a sheepish, slightly embarrassed smile. "Better than I ever dreamed!" She looked straight at Mike. "I can hardly wait to do it again."

"I think the guys could both use a little rest," Salena said.

Ben nodded, relieved that Mike wasn't angry aver what he'd done. "Rest?" Mike said. "I'm just getting warmed up!"

"But look at your cock," Salena told, him.

His prick dangled limply between his legs. It stirred with interest when he felt the heat of Mary's anxious gaze, but it was still a long way from being fully hard.

"There's some beer in the fridge. Why don't you guys have a cold one and get your strength back?" The sly twinkle in Salena's eyes told them both they were going to need it.

"Good idea," Mike agreed.

Ben might have been first to fuck Mary's cunt, but there was still a lot the girl still had to learn. And he wanted to be ready when her next lesson in fucking began. Besides that, he was anxious to see what Salena had in mind behind her sly grin. He was sure it would be something they'd all enjoy.

The guys went into the kitchen, talking softly between themselves. Salena sat down on the couch by Mary.

"Now I guess you know whir I like fucking so much," she said.

"Yeah."

Mary was still a little nervous. It seemed strange to be sitting there naked, even now that the guys were in the next room.

"There are still a few things I haven't done," Salena said. She tossed her silky red-gold hair and gazed at the fuck juice still seeping from Mary's blonde cunt.

"Really?" Mary could not imagine what that might be.

Then she saw the way Salena kept looking at her freshly fucked pussy and stroking her lips with her tongue. For some reason, she suddenly felt more nervous than when Mike and Ben had both been looking at her.

Salena had learned something from the pictures Mike found. Sexy as her mother was, she didn't spent all her time fucking the men. In one shot, she was sucking Dina Franklin's huge tits. In another, she was sucking out Mary's mother's cunt. And in the best one, Sharla and Mike's mother were each eating the other's pussy, obviously enjoying it.

"I'll bet fucking made your pussy sore at first," Salena said.

"A little." Mary stirred restlessly and lowered both hands into her lap.

"And about now the pain will start coming back."

"How did you know?" Mary had begun feeling a dull ache soon after Ben withdrew his cock.

"It does that once the feelings of pleasure start to fade. The first few times, it's really bad." Salena was really laying it on thick.

"I don't want it to hurt," Mary cried. It already did. Her pussy felt raw and hot inside, as though it were a festering wound.

"Then you need some new pleasure, and you need it right now."

"But you said the guys needed a rest."

"They do. That's one advantage a woman has. We can go on and on. We can do things even when they're worn out."

"We? You mean us?"

Mary looked shocked. She knew by the look in Salena's eyes what she had in mind, but she was surprised to hear her say it so boldly.

"The two of us together? I-I don't want to become a lesbian!"

"I don't either. But drinking water when you're thirsty doesn't make you, a fish."

The little blonde giggled nervously. "I guess that's right. And-and it would be kind of fun."

"Yeah," she said, relieved at how easy it was. Mary was still weak with the trembling aftershocks of her first real climax, and Salena hugged her and stroked her back with soft, caressing hands.

"Oooooh," the young blonde gasped.

Their nipples touched and then pressed together.

They both rocked their shoulders and squirmed tittle tit.

Mike and Ben walked back into the room just as the two girls writhed together, twined in each other's arms.

"Jeeeez," Ben gulped.

Mike jabbed his side with an elbow before he could say more. "Don't break the spell," he said. "I want to see where it takes them."

The two guys stood watching, and the girls' unleashed emotions flared.

"Salena… your nipples are so hard. They make mine tingle."

"My lips and my tongue will do even more!"

Salena lowered her head and kissed one of Mary's dark, rigid nipples.

"F-Thhuuuungb!" the blonde groaned.

Salena's tongue-strokes were softer than Ben's had been, but she was playing on nerves already aching with desire.

Mary held both of Salena's jutting tits in her hands, clenching them so tightly that her friend's nipples bulged. She began to twirl the tit-tips with her thumbs, remembering the joy she felt when Ben first did that to her.

"Hhhhmnimmin, you catch on quick!" Salena said, shifting her wet mouth to Mary's other tit. She circled that nipple with her tongue and sucked it between her swirling lips.

"GOD!" Mary yelped.

She twisted, letting herself sag back flat on the couch. Salena's clinging lips held on, straining until the blonde's wet nipple popped from her lips with a loud smack.

Salena swung around, still teasing one of Mary's little rosebud nipples with her fingers while she kissed down to her sleek belly-mound. She crouched on the floor by the edge of the couch, leaning over her friend's slender, writhing body.

"It feels so good!" Mary sighed.

Salena's tongue twisted into the hollow of Mary's belly button.

"I never saw anything like it," Ben whispered hoarsely.

"Neither did I," Mike admitted. "But I don't think we've seen anything yet!"

Salena's searching lips reached the soft, blonde fringe around Mary's damp cunt. It reeked of cum and heated fuck-honey. She gently bit down, tugging on the girl's silky little pussy curls.

"Aaaggghhh!" Mary gasped.

Faint traces of smeared cherry blood gleamed in the glossy film of dampness covering Mary's pink and trembling cunt lips. Salena caught its saltysweet scent and worked her jaw like a hungry wolf poised over raw meat.

Mary shivered expectantly. She remembered how eagerly Salena had sucked on Mike's big cock. The sight had filled her with revulsion at first – cocksucking seemed so obscene and horribly perverted. Now she could hardly wait to feel the bite of hungry lips on her anxious cunt.

Salena bowed down with a grunt, and Mary arched to meet her wild attack.

"Grrraaahhhu!" they both wailed.

Salena's tongue lanced out and slithered into Mary's wet cunt crack. The blonde thrashed, screaming and bucking and begging for more.

"If you or I did that so soon, she'd have sit in her hot little pants," Mike said.

"She sure likes it now," Ben said needlessly. Mary's passion for having her cunt sucked soon reached a fevered pitch. Salena's head jerked up and down with the blonde's violent thrusting, her red gold hair swirling far down her back.

"I want to eat your pussy, too," Mary whimpered softly. She could tell how much Salena liked the taste of cunt, and she wanted to taste pussy, too.

"Sure, Mary… lick out Mike's hot fuckcream." Salena climbed up and straddled the blonde's gaping mouth.

"I can smell it." Mary's tongue flicked out, but she lacked the courage to dig right into her friend's cunt.

"Taste his cum!"

Salena knew before the night was over, Mary would be tasting jism fresh and hot from Mike's and Ben's cocks, and this seemed like a good way to prepare her.

"Huuunnngh, it's so tangy and sharp. It almost makes my lips burn," Mary said.

Her voice became muffled as Salena sank down over her, covering her lips with the wet split of her cunt. Her flicking tongue took a swift, darting stroke and pulled back.

"Yvyuuummm," Mary purred.

The taste seemed strange. Her lips quivered, but she could not pull away. Salena held her head trapped between her legs.

"You'll love sucking cunt once you get used to it."

Mary wondered if she ever would. Not all of her inhibitions had been shattered by her first delightful exposure to fucking.

"Come on, give me some of what I'm giving you," Salena urged.

"We could both give them plenty!" Ben said. His cock had swelled while he watched the two of them – two beautiful hot pussies that he thought were going to waste.

"We will," Mike assured him. "But Salena knows what she's doing. When she's done, that little cherry mouth will be begging to suck cock! But this time, I get her first!"

"Oh, yeah… sure, Mike." Ben had seen the wolfish hunger Salena had displayed when she sucked Mike's cock.

Mary gulped down the last of her reservations and wiggled out her tongue just as Salena screwed her wet crotch down hard over her lips.

"Suck me good," Salena said in a commanding voice. "Lick my hot pussy clean for Ben."

Ben gasped anxiously at the mention of his name.

"Don't stop eating my cunt!" Mary howled. She bucked her hips and spread her legs wide.

"I'll do whatever you do to me," Salena said. Her tongue took a shy little swipe at Mary's spread cunt.

"More!" the blonde begged.

"You want more, you have to give more," Salena insisted.

"Haaruumph."

Mary spread her mouth wide and sucked in the full mass of Salena's hairy cunt lips. The strong, sultry taste of her pussy flooded across the blonde's spearing tongue, filling her throat and making her gasp.

"One good munch deserves another," Salena purred just before her head streaked down in a swirl of fiery hair.

"Aaaaaagh!" Mary was stunned by Salena's vicious hunger as she pulled and sucked and nibbled her swollen cunt lips.

"Skit, I can't wait," Ben moaned.

"It'll be worth it," Mike told him.

Mike knew he'd have to take some time with Mary when his turn came, so the waiting was easier for him. The hotter Salena got the little blonde, the less he'd have to tease and coax her later on.

Salena probed deeply between Mary's cunt lips. Doing what Mary did to her had seemed like a good idea at first, but unfortunately, the girl didn't know enough yet to suck clit.

Salena had learned the magic of her nubby little clit long ago. Now it didn't matter to her how big and thick a guy's cock might be. If he didn't grind it in her own so it rubbed her clit, he wasn't worth shit. All her passions, every nerve, seemed to be centered there.

She moved to show Mary what she'd learned. She spread the blonde-fringed outer folds of her friend's cunt and then wiggled her tongue in the soft pink V of her inner pussy slit.

"Ooooh, God, that's so exciting!" Mary said.

A grin curved Salena's sucking lips. She knew that was only the start. Her tongue hooked and twisted around Mary's juicy sweet clit. The girl's clit lay snugly in a damp protective sheath near the top of her cunt.

Salena found the precious cunt-nub and coaxed it out with a steady lapping of her tongue.

"Hhhhaaaaaahhh!" Mary gasped, shivering from the shock of such extreme pleasure. "Oooooh, Salena… that's so great!"

"Suck mine too. You can do the same to me." Mary found and nibbled on Salena's clit, softly at first, then with frenzied motions of her lips. She loved the way it made her friend howl and grind her cunt around in a dizzying spiral.

"That's it, you horny little cunt-sucker now, both together! We'll both cum this time if we really whip clit!"

"My God," Ben moaned.

But Salena was right. In less than a minute, the two of them began yelping fierce cries of delight. They held and twisted themselves together, mouth on cunt and cunt on mouth. Their lips parted only long enough to scream and moan as their passions neared a peak.

They wailed in unison, then slumped and gasped and murmured about how good it felt to eat cunt. Mike nodded toward Ben and motioned him forward.

"They don't know it, but that was just a appetizer. Now it's time to treat the ladies to the main course," he said, stepping forward and stroking his stiff cock.

Mike stood over Mary and flogged his cock while Salena scrambled out of the way. Ben greeted her as she pitched off the couch and sank to her knees.

Mike smiled and said to Mary: "Now that you've learned a little about sucking, you should try a real mouthful." He wagged his huge cock above her fluttering blue eyes.

She blinked, unable to believe the size of his long prick. His cock seemed even bigger than when Salena had sucked it before.

"Ooooh, no… Mike, that's too much." Her tongue flashed across her lips and swiped them clean.

"You liked the taste of cum, now you should have some fresh fizz from the source."

"Nd!" she repeated more strongly.

Ben smiled, remembering how often Mary had said no to him. "Show her how it's done," he said to Salena.

Salena was already bowing toward the swollen head of Ben's thick cock. She'd been eyeing it, trying to imagine what its thick gnarled root would do to her clit.

"Sure, Ben… I love to suck cock, it makes the fucking better when we get to that."

"Yeah!" he gasped.

Her lips spread and formed a velvety seal around the bulbed head of the boy's cock. Then her tongue pressed and wiggled on his broad cum-slit like she was trying to work her way in.

"Hhhaaaggghhh!" he gasped.

Her lips reached out to cover an inch of his bulging, blue-veined prick shaft, and he could feel the gentle scraping of her teeth. She could hardly open her jaw wide enough to eat his massively thick cock.

"My jaw aches," she said as she pulled back.

"Hey, I thought you never got enough cock."

"I'm getting it now."

Salena worked her jaw up and down, massaging her sore muscles with her fingertips.

"What about you, Mary," she asked. "When are you going to suck some cock?"

"I-I don't want to. Can't we do something else?"

"Sure! You want to look at some pictures? I've got some great ones of your mother."

"No!" she whined.

"Might do them both good," Ben said. "Salena's mother is sucking my old man in one shot, and his cock is thicker than mine."

"You bastard!" Salena spread her lips wide and lunged at Ben's meaty prick.

She made no effort to soften the grinding friction of her teeth this time. They scraped and clawed at the folds of his loose cock skin, and she chewed on the hard cock shaft within.

"Hhhaaargh!" Ben howled.

But an instant before the pain would have made him pull away, Salena strained her mouth wider and slid down his cock shaft, swirling and stroking it with her tongue.

"Hhhhmmmm, that's better," he sighed.

Mike had no doubt that Ben had used a gentle approach with Mary, and Salena had too. He decided she knew enough about fucking now to dance ta a different tune. He glared down at her.

"If you don't start sucking my cock, I'm going to shove it down your pretty throat!"

The cold menacing tone of his voice and the wicked gleam in his eyes shocked her into desperate action. "I'll try," she said.

She slipped off the couch and onto her knees, but her position and the odd way she held her hands reminded Mike more of an old woman saying her prayers.

"You'll do better than try… otherwise I tangle my fingers in all that silky blonde hair and fuck your face like it was some whore's cunt."

Mary gulped with cringing fear. She started to protest, but she thought better of it and held her tongue. A quick, sidelong glance showed her that Salena and Ben were both absorbed in the lewd ritual of cock-sucking.

Ben's eyes were half-closed, and his body swayed in time to Salena's deep grunts. The grotesquely thick root of his cock spread her jaw until the cords in her neck bulged. He pumped and twisted his cock into her, loving the way she gulped and moaned.

"How about it?" Mike asked gruffly. "Are you going to give, or do I take?"

Mary's lips quivered, and she babbled meaningless sounds. She felt cold, shocking waves of fear, but at the same time, his stern, demanding look excited her. It pleased some perverse part of her mind to think that such a strong, good-looking guy wanted her to suck him that much.

She leaned forward and steadied his long throbbing cock with her right hand. "Ooooh, your prick's sooooo long! I don't see how I can possibly swallow it all."

He could feel her rasping breath and feel the soft wavering of her lips. She'd almost gotten up enough courage to try to suck his prick.

There was nothing at all subtle about the way she moved – no maddening suction, no swirling tongue. She just opened her mouth wide and slid the whole length of his cock in as though she'd been born to swallow a foot of hot cock meat.

Her lips thumped into the pad of Mike's cock hair so fast that he stepped back, moaning in shock. She heaved a thankful sigh. It wasn't as bad as she'd feared. In fact, when she felt his throbbing prick wedged so deeply in her throat, she found it sinfully exciting.

Her searing breath enveloped Mike's cock. He gasped and jerked, whipping his prick half out of her mouth, but she clamped her lips down and went on hissing around his fucker.

"God damn!" Mike's eyes watered with tears, then he roared and slammed his prick deep into her throat again.

"Hhhuuuuuuhhh!" The force of his thrust took her breath away. She gasped and felt faint.

"You're hotter for cock than I thought," Mike said. "You want me to fuck your pretty face, don't you?"

Mary no longer knew what she wanted. She felt aching hunger and nervous fear at the same time. When Mike rammed his cock all the way in, there was no way she could breathe. He took her fearful trembling to be an eager nod.

"Well, cunt-breath… you're going to get it now!"

Mike snagged his hands in the gleaming waves of her flaxen hair and pulled her forward until her lips mashed flat against the tangle of his wiry cock hair.

Before Mary could collect her thoughts, he whipped her head back until just the bulging head of his wet cock remained inside the seal of her lips.

"I'm going to fuck your face full, you hungry little bitch!"

"GRUUUNNNGH!" Mary gasped as he hauled her forward again.

She'd taken care the first time to slant her throat just right. Now his cock sank in like a plunging spear. It careened into the side of her cheek and made it bulge, then glanced off and plunged down her throat.

"Uuuunmigh," she groaned, her mouth stuffed full of cockmeat.

Fear-driven waves of muscle heaved up and down the whole length of his cock shaft. He found those pulsations even more exciting than Salena's calculated motions of joy.

Mary tried to resist Mike as he tugged her hair, wrenching her head back and forth. But he was too strong for her. Stiffening against his violent lust only accented the pain.

She loosened her muscles then, and swayed like a palm, lithe and limber despite his furious cockthrusts. When she did that, all sense of pain vanished – even the tugging at the roots of her silky hair. She felt nothing but the heat of his cock stabbing deep into her throat.

She moaned each time he drew back, and she grunted deeply when he slammed in. He whipped and pulled faster, until all her senses blurred, until finally she felt the tingle of another approaching climax.

"Grruungh!" Mike slammed in again, loving the wild and clinging grasp of her throat. "Make me cum, baby… come on… before I break your neck!"

Mary's throat heaved a tormented gasp, and that applied a wave of suction even Mike's experienced prick couldn't resist. His cock started spraying hot fuck-cream, and Mary slurped it down. She had no choice. It was that, or drown and choke on his creamy flow of jism.

"God damn… drink my cum, baby. Gulp my jizz down, because I've got more!"

"Yuuummmmm," Mary moaned.

His jizz was thicker, sweeter and more exciting fresh than when lapped from Salena's cunt. His jism was strong and delicious. It filled her throat and bubbled from her lips.

Ben's gushing cock filled Salena's throat and mouth, too. The two girls both made wet slurping sounds. Their long hair flashed and tossed in waves and their lips thumped hard on the boy's throbbing loins.

"Aaaggghhh!" Ben moaned.

His cock went dry first, but Salena kept teasing his nuts with her hands to milk out shot after creamy shot of jizz.

Mike had no need for that final touch. The tormented squirming of Mary's slick throat was enough to drain his cock dry. He fucked in and out of her mouth even after he'd shot off his last wad.

His strength faded, and silence filled the room, thick and heavy as the scent of lust. For a full minute, none of the four had breath enough to speak. Then, suddenly, Mike burst out laughing.

"I wonder what our fun-loving parents are doing right now?"

"I don't know… but you can bet your old man will take some pictures," Ben said.

They all laughed at that. Except Mary. She looked dazed as she licked the cum off her lips.

Salena grinned, wet-lipped, and sneered. "If I ever get to fuck Mike's father, he'll be too busy to take pictures!"

"That gives me a great idea!" Mike said suddenly. A wide, leering grin spread across his handsome face. "Ben, get dressed and go warm up the van."

"Get dressed?" Ben moaned. He was looking forward to fucking the horny Salena at last.

"Why warm up the van?" Salena asked. "I'm already plenty hot!"

Even Mary seemed puzzled and disappointed that Mike had apparently lost interest in her.

"Where are we going to go?" she asked.

"To the coast," Mike said. "To see our parents in action."

"NO!" Mary cried. "God, Mike… we can't do that. Stay here and fuck me!"

"I'm going to fuck you, baby… in the back of the van on the way over."

"What?" Ben howled. "I have to drive and listen to you fucking all the way to the coast?"

"We'll switch off halfway there. Then I'll drive and you and Salena can fuck."

"Second place again," Ben grumbled. But then he almost roared with laughter. "It'll be worth it just to see the looks on our parents' faces when we walk into that fancy hotel?"

CHAPTER FIVE

At 10P.M., the four couples began to gather on the hotel terrace overlooking the ocean. Stars twinkled brightly in the velvety sky above. Candles in glass holders on each table flickered in the cool sea breeze as though the flames were dancing to the drumming beat of distant surf.

"This is such a romantic place!" Sharla exclaimed. She took a deep breath of the bracing salt air and shivered joyously in her wrapping of soft white mink.

"Any place with, a bed would do for me," Brad Winslow said.

His hand slid down from around her waist and he gave her ass a friendly pinch.

"No, none of that," she teased. "We'll both be with someone else for the second round."

"I know…" Brad didn't seem particularly pleased, but they had all agreed to a system of rotation to ensure fairness in the way the couples paired off.

"Looks like we're the first to arrive," Sharla said, after glancing around. "Would you like a drink?"

"I'd rather dance," Brad said. "One last chance to get my big cock against that sexy cunt of yours."

In the ballroom just off the terrace, couples were dancing to the big band sound of the forties, soft mellow rhythm that put Sharla in a romantic mood.

"I wonder who I'll be fucking next," she said as she twirled into Brad's arms.

The music filtered onto the terrace through open French doors. "I hope I draw Dina Franklin," Brad said. "Two hours with two huge tits…"

His voice trailed off without enthusiasm.

"You're still thinking about my daughter Salena," Sharla guessed, gliding and pressing her lithe body against his.

"I guess I am."

"And frankly, I'd rather get to fuck your son Mike than any of the others right now."

"Speaking of the others, there they are."

Sharla turned and waved, but she and Brad went on dancing while the other three couples seated themselves at a table and ordered drinks.

Brad couldn't get sexy young Salena off his mind. He half-closed his eyes and imagined it was her shapely waist his strong arm curved around, her taut pussy that pressed against the massive swelling of his restless cock.

"Maybe we shouldn't dance quite so close," Sharla whispered. "The others are all staring."

"Staring?" Brad's head snapped around. "Dina Franklin looks white as a sheet."

"And Mary's mother looks about to faint," Sharla observed.

"What's with them? We all fuck each other, dancing can't be." Brad stiffened when a strong hand tapped his shoulder from behind.

"Dad… mind if I cut in?"

"MIKE?" Brad's head whirled. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Asking to dance with the sexiest lady in the place," the handsome young teen said in a deep, calm voice.

"But-but…"

Sharla beamed up a warm smile and almost melted into Mike's outstretched arms.

"Jeeeezuuus Christ!" Brad said. The shock of seeing his young son left him numb.

"Hi, Mr. Winslow," a sultry voice crooned over his shoulder.

"Salena?" He turned, more startled and shaken than before.

She was wearing a long, low-cut satin gown that was probably her mother's. It made her look much more mature, and there was nothing girlish at all in her gleaming bright eyes.

"Would you like to dance?" she asked evenly. "I saw how you were rubbing your big cock all over my mom."

"Er, yeah… yeah, let's dance."

In a way it was like a dream come true. Salena felt soft and warm in his arms, and she danced with sensuous grace, teasing his stiff cock until he thought it might rip the front of his slacks. In another way it was a nightmare. None of the kids were supposed to know exactly where their parents were, and certainly not what they were doing.

Turning as they danced, Brad saw Ben and Mary walking across the terrace toward the table where the other adults we're seated, all gazing with eyes wide and blank in complete shock.

"How the hell did you find us?" he asked Salena.

"The name of the hotel shows in one of the pictures Mike found. The rest was easy, we just…"

"Pictures? What pictures?" Brad's usually deep voice was shrill with tension.

"The ones you took here last month and the month before. The ones in that box in the back of your closet."

"Ooooh, shit."

Until then, Brad thought they might be able to bluff the kids, make them think they really did come to the hotel for an evening of dancing.

Ben smiled and sat down boldly in an empty chair between his mother and father. His mother's huge tits heaved as she gasped in stunned embarrassment.

"Hi, Mom… hi, Dad," Ben said almost gleefully. His bout with Salena in the back of the van had filled him with confidence.

Dina Franklin gulped in a cooling breath and tried to recover her poise. After all, things did look innocent enough, the adults just sitting on the terrace dancing and enjoying a few drinks.

"I'm-I'm surprised to see you, Son," Dina said.

She smiled nervously, and the enormous soft peaks of her tits rose and fell with an uneasy rhythm.

"I'll bet you are!" Ben said sharply.

His gaze drifted from the shocked look on her face to the deep, soft cleft between her big tits. He'd never looked at her tits in quite that way before.

Dina wore a gown of rich gold brocade. Her neckline plunged in a deep sharp V, trimmed with a soft band of shimmering black fur. It contrasted sharply with her fair skin, which had turned white with the pallor of guilt.

But she recovered enough to say: "Wh-what I mean is, I'm surprised you wanted to come to a place where the music is so-so old fashioned."

"Mom, we didn't come here to dance. And neither did you!" The knowing look in Ben's eyes was magnified by his thick-lensed glasses.

"I think you and I should dance right now," she said sternly.

Dina wanted to talk to her son alone and find out exactly how much he and the others knew.

"Sure, Mom… anything you say."

He felt a strange and unsettling desire to press his bony chest hard against her mountainous soft tits.

Sharla was the only one of the adults to maintain any semblance of calm. She had the least to fear. She knew her daughter's youthful appetite for sexual adventure, and she, in turn, had been frank with her in discussing her own desires.

Mike had some trouble dancing to the slow, flowing strains of music he thought to be hopelessly old-fashioned. His mind and body were more geared to faster action. But the warmth and the softness of Sharla's body pressed close to his made it exciting enough for him.

He stroked a hand down her back through her waves of shimmering red-gold hair and the gleaming white mink below.

"Your hair is as soft as the fur," he remarked with a slight tremor in his voice.

"You didn't drive all the way to the coast to tell me that," she said.

"Er, no," he confessed readily.

"What do you want?" Sharla asked slyly.

She swayed her hips gracefully and rubbed her luxurious pussy mound across his outrageously stiff cock.

"Can't you tell?" He thrust back at her and stroked the sleek white fur, imagining that it was a broad spread of silky cunt hair.

Sharla glanced around. "The others are all watching. We can't keep making fuck-motions here on the terrace."

"Then I guess we should go up to your roam." Mike gazed longingly at her warm, appealing smile.

"Why not?" she said with a shrug.

He obviously knew the real purpose of the monthly gatherings. She twisted out of his arms and gathered the shimmering white fur close around her voluptuous figure.

"This way," she said, reaching out one black gloved hand.

"Mike and my mother are leaving," Salena said in a sultry whisper.

"Oh?" Brad replied.

He turned and saw them heading for the open French doors and the bank of elevators beyond. Salena watched and felt a chill of envy. Her mother looked so elegant, as regal and proud as a queen, but still frankly sexy and sensuous in her snow white fur and long black velvet globes.

"You want to go too?" Salena asked boldly.

She drew her shoulders back and forth so Brad could feel the lush, firm swelling of her tits. Then she pressed and squirmed her sleek cunt mound against the giant swelling of his cock.

"I don't believe it!" Mary's mother said sternly. Her face looked ashen when Mary sat down at the table beside her. It paled even more when she saw the two couples leave the terrace.

"I didn't believe it either," Mary answered calmly.

She wore one of Sharla's long dresses that Salena had helped her pick out – a soft and clinging black fabric laced with slender gold threads as radiant and gleaming as the girl's long hair.

"You didn't believe what?" her mother asked almost fearfully.

"What all of you were really doing over here."

"You mean having dinner, a few drinks and dancing?" Mary's mother put up a smiling front of complete innocence.

"No, I mean all of you fucking each other."

"Oooh," her mother gasped, swaying as though she might faint and fall right off her chair.

"It's all right," Mary assured, her. "I understand now… I know a lot more now than when you left."

Her smile curved in a sly way her mother had never seen before.

"You learned what?"

"Enough to know I need to learn more." Mary turned to Ben's father, who sat across the table fidgeting nervously. "Would you like to dance with me, Mr. Franklin?"

"Huh?" he gulped… His mind was off somewhere else.

"Would you like to dance with a cuddly young blonde?"

Mary delighted in how her sultry-voiced question shocked her mother. She decided she had that coming for being two-faced and pretending to be so innocent and respectable.

"Oh, sure… sure, Mary."

By that time, Paul Franklin would have been happy to dance with a wet mop – anything to get away from the table and the chilling wave of tension that had broken and washed over them all when their kids had first walked onto the terrace.

Mary danced with the easy swaying grace of a woman born in the big band era. Her flaxen hair shimmered and stirred across her back. The borrowed gold-flecked black gown flashed as brightly as the stars above.

She'd always been a romantic girl, addicted to novels set in the past where the lovely heroines danced in their fine gowns with devilishly handsome and roguish men, the sentimental kind of story where man and woman fell deeply in love but never did anything more than steal a few tender kisses.

In the last scene, the strong silent hero usually led his innocent young lover up the stairs, and the reader was supposed to guess the rest.

The young blonde felt as alluring as the heroine in any romantic novel. The soft, sweet music made her spirits soar, and she loved the way Paul Franklin held her and gazed at her with an enchanted look in his dazzled eyes.

"You-you-you look lovely this evening," he droned softly.

"Thank you," she said with a smile. "I feel sexy as hell."

"Er, yeah."

Franklin could hardly get over the change in the girl. He remembered her being timid, almost painfully shy. Now she let her soft, enticing body press against his, undulating it like a shameless little whore.

Although he enjoyed her obvious provocation, he felt nervous knowing that her mother was watching from the table only a few feet away.

"Mary, your mother is staring at us," he said.

"I know."

She rolled her hips and teased his hardening cock with her girlish little cunt mound. In one way, she felt very different than the innocent young maidens in all those sappy books she'd read. She no longer had to guess what the couples did when they went upstairs.

"Is my mother a good fuck?" she asked boldly.

Franklin gulped and said: "Er, well… aaahhh…"

"Tell the truth," she insisted. "I saw some pictures on the way over. I know you've had your big thick cock in her cunt."

She pumped her hips and sighed anxiously when she felt the throbbing of his cock through his pants.

He grunted sounds of pleasure and anticipation loudly enough for those still seated at the table to hear.

"Er, no," he had to admit. "She just sort of goes through the motions."

"I'm already better than that," Mary purred.

"I can tell."

"Would you like to fuck me and see?"

"Oh, Christ… yes!" he whispered hoarsely.

"Then come on." She twirled and took him by the hand. "Show me where." Then she smiled and shot her mother a backward glance as they left the terrace.

Dina Franklin had been watching, too. She felt seething jealousy when she saw the blatant way Mary teased her husband, tempting him boldly with her writhing body and her deceptive innocence. When Paul left the dance floor leering and leading the girl by the hand, Dina felt chilling pangs of envy, as though someone had stabbed an icy dagger in her heart.

She turned and vented her jealous wrath an her young son. "Have you all gone crazy?" she hissed.

"You mean because we like doing the same things you do?" he asked.

"Uuuunnngh," she moaned, unable to think of an appropriate answer.

Turning, she got one last glimpse of the impish little blonde vixen. Her silky hair flounced down her back and her little ass made fuck motions even when she walked.

"Whatever happened to sweet, innocent little Mary?" she asked.

"I fucked her," Ben said. "So did Mike."

"Oh, God!"

Ben seemed cool as the ocean breeze. "Who was fucking you?" he asked.

"Mary's father," Dina answered without thinking.

"I'll bet he loves sucking on your big tits."

"Ben!"

"Oh, I don't blame him. I don't blame any of them," he said. "In fact, I'd like to suck your big tits myself."

Dina sputtered, and her huge tits trembled. "Don't even think such a thing!" she snapped.

"Why not? You've got more tit than Mary and Salena combined."

Ben had not yet grown to full height. He was a good three inches shorter than his fabulously well stacked mother. When he tilted his head down to eye the deep soft cleft between her tits, his hot breath gusted into her cleavage.

At any other time, Dina would have slapped her young son for even suggesting sucha thing. But the green bile of envy was churning in her gut, and her mind still reeled as she thought about her husband being so horny for a little blonde bitch less than half his age.

"I'll bet you can't even swallow one of my tits," she said. Her smoldering jealousy made her seethe with desire for revenge.

"Maybe not," Ben had to admit. "But I'm sure as shit going to try!"

Dina flashed him a wicked grin of triumph and said: "Come with me."

CHAPTER SIX

Sharla led Mike up to her room and smiled as she closed and locked the door. "What do you think?" she asked.

He looked around at the elegant furnishings and out to the balcony overlooking the sea. "It's nice," he said. "But not as sexy as your room at home."

"I don't mean the room… I mean me." She did a couple of slow, gliding turns with the poise of a fashion model.

"Oh shit…" Mike's cock was hot and aching-hard in spite of all the fucking he'd done that evening. "You're the sexiest woman I ever saw!"

"Thank you," she purred in a voice like warm syrup.

It was exactly the right thing for him to say. Now in her forties, Sharla knew she wasn't as young or appealing as she once was. Her daughter was a constant reminder of how she used to be.

But she knew all the tricks, and she could see by the leering glint in Mike's eyes that they still worked. She turned again to entice him, and she grinned with satisfaction when she saw how hard his hot young cock had become.

For the first time in his life, Mike felt ill-at-ease with a member of the opposite sex. Sharla's experience and sleek womanly charms put her light years ahead of any girl he'd ever fucked… even Salena. He felt as awkward as a young kid on his first date.

His gaze swept anxiously up and down. Through a slit up the side of her long gown, he could see one gleaming spike-heeled shoe and the way it exaggerated the smooth flowing curves of her finely shaped leg.

She wore black mesh stockings gartered to a lacy web of black across her heaving pussy mound.

He saw that when she reached up beneath her rapping of snow-white fur and loosened the straps of her gown. It slid down, and she stepped out of it, turning again to let him feast his eyes on her well rounded ass. It was naked except for the slim, lacy band of her garter belt.

Sharla tossed her long red-gold hair and turned to face Mike again, breathing deeply to swell her tits. They bulged softly from the half cups of a jetblack, up-lifting bra that barely covered her nipples.

She loved dressing… and undressing in ways to keep up an aura of suspense. Older men often needed that kind of extreme stimulation. Mike thought it might make him shoot off in his pants.

Her velvet gloves encased her arms almost to the shoulder, and bath wrists were banded with bracelets of gleaming blue-white stones. They glimmered even in soft light, but seemed dull compared to the brightness of her flashing eyes.

Mike felt the warm flush of surging desire. Beads of dampness appeared on his brow.

"It's cooler on the balcony," she said calmly, obviously pleased by his response.

"There's only one thing that's going to cool me off," he said.

Sharla just smiled and drew the folds of soft white fur close around her. She stepped out on the balcony and said: "Nothing I do is going to cool you off. If you think you're hot now, you just wait."

"I'm so fucking hot now I can hardly stand it."

"Then why don't we take off your clothes?"

Her velvety-smooth hands reached up and tugged at the knot of his tie. The kids had all decided to dress for the occasion, and Mike was wearing his best suit.

Her hands slid down his chest undoing the buttons of his shirt. Then she peeled that and his suit jacket off as if they were one.

"I love the way your muscles ripple," she said.

"I hope the rest of you is as big and hard."

She knew already that it was, but she enjoyed teasing him. It was an exquisite form of torment.

His rigid little nipples bulged invitingly before her eyes. Smiling, she bowed her head and stroked one with her tongue, the other, she brushed with a spiral swaying of her shoulder and the tingling softness of fur.

"Ooooh, shit!"

Mike had to grunt and grit his teeth to keep back a bursting flow of hot jism.

"You're a fucking tease," he moaned. "But you won't make me cum until my prick's deep in your sexy cunt!"

"Care to bet?"

Sharla pulled his belt loose and eased down the zipper of his fly. She smiled all the time, never letting her gaze stray from his.

"Or maybe in your mouth," he added quickly. "I might decide to fuck that sexy smirk off your face."

"Why not up my ass? I'll bet you'd like to fuck that, too."

"Damn right I would. I'm going to fuck all three!"

"Hhhhmmnummn," she said with simmering anticipation. "But first I'm going to make your big cock shoot where I can see it." She hooked her fingers in the band of his shorts and tugged them slowly as she stepped closer, tilting back her head to offer her soft, half-opened mouth.

Mike gave a fierce grunt and grabbed her, digging his fingers like claws into the sleek white mink covering her back.

"Hhhaaaa," she gasped, and his hungry lips engulfed hers.

Her tongue stabbed into his mouth and twined around his. At the same time, she slid her hands up and down through his coarse mat of cock hair, almost, but not quite, touching the root of his throbbing cock.

"Hhhuuunnngh!" he groaned, straining and sucking on her seductive tongue.

"I'm going to see and swallow evey spurt of cum," she told him as she pulled away, breathless from the sucking force of his kiss.

Then she slithered to her knees, brushing his chest, belly and thighs with silky white mink. The touch of the mink was maddening, softer than any woman's hand. It felt as though millions of tiny fingers were testing and teasing his self-control.

"You slinky bitch," he punted.

"Look at the way your cock is throbbing," she said in a taunting whisper. "You won't last another minute."

"I'll still be fucking you an hour from now," he snarled.

"No… we'll still be fucking two hours from now. That's how long the second round lasts."

"You make it sound like a fucking prize fight."

"In a way it is. You're the brash young challenger, and I'm the undefeated champion of the world."

"Bullshit! I'll knock you out with my big cock!"

"We'll see…"

Sharla's whole body ached for the savage fucking she was priming him for. She stroked her velvet-gloved hands down the inner slope of his thighs.

"Hhhaaaggghh!" he howled.

Her right hand circled around his throbbing cock. The other lifted his aching nuts in a nest of sleek fur.

"Oooooh, God!"

She began whipping his cock and teasing his nuts at the same time. "Ten… nine… eight." Sharla began counting down.

Mike thought he'd never make it. He thrust and jabbed, trying to ram his hot prick in her mouth. Her lips were so close that he could feel her hot breath, but she swayed and dodged him like the champ she professed to be. And all the time, she kept flogging his cock with her white fur.

"Seven… six…"

"Hold your God damn head still!" Mike knew his balls were about to explode, and he wanted the blast to burn deep in her throat.

"Four… three…"

"Haaarrrgh!" He snagged his hands in her silky hair and tried to hold her still.

Somehow, she still eluded him. He stabbed at her with his steaming'hot cock, but she twisted her head and flicked at it with her tongue as it prodded one cheek, then the other.

"One…zero!" She gave his balls a gentle squeeze. "We have ignition," she droned.

She felt his balls tremble and swell with a searing load of cum.

"Blast off!" she cried, slipping her hands to the side to press against his groin and maintain the agonizing distance between them.

Mike's cock shivered and fired its first shot of jism. Sharla swayed, despite the strength of his grasping hands, and caught the glob of sticky fuckcream in mid-air. His hands went limp as all his strength centered itself in his gushing cock.

"Damn you!" he moaned.

Sharla darted quickly. His churning balls fired one creamy shot of jizz after another, and her anxious mouth snagged every one. Her eyes glazed with lust.

She loved watching a huge cock spurt its silvery load of cum, and Mike's hot cock was the best she'd seen in a long time. Soon, all the teasing would prove worthwhile. He'd fuck her with all the savage fury her lusty body craved.

When he'd jetted off his last shot of cum, she grinned up at him, her tongue licking at the slick fuck-cream that dribbled from her lips.

"Don't look so damned smug," Mike said. "That was only round one. Even you aren't sexy enough to put my big cock down for the count."

She could see that his long prick was still hard. Gushing his load had eased the pressure in his nuts, but frustration kept his thick cock eager for more, exactly as she'd planned.

"On your feet, you teasing bitch!"

He hooked his hands beneath her arms and lifted her, jerking so hard and fast that her tits popped out of her low-cut bra. Her dark nipples bulged invitingly.

There was a soft padded chaise en one side of the balcony with one end slightly raised. "Over there!" he said, pushing her toward the elevated end.

"Ooooh!" she cried. She'd excited him far more than she'd thought. His hands clamped on her arms like two steel bands.

"I know you like a pillow under your ass when you fuck," he said. "Try this."

He slid off her white stole and bunched it into a soft heap. He threw that down on the raised end of the chaise. Then he pushed her onto it backwards, with her head down and her feet kicking helplessly in the air.

The soft mink tickled the crack of her ass, but she hardly had time to enjoy that sensation. He thrust her stockinged legs wide apart and gazed hungrily into the wet mouth of her gaping cunt slit.

"I've been dreaming about your slinky wet cunt for a long time," he said.

Sharla grinned and twisted joyously, writhing her raised hips on the mound of silky white fur. "I'm glad… because I've been thinking a lot about your hot prick."

"Is it as big and hard as you hoped?" he asked.

"It's even better," Sharla said with an anxious gasp. "I can hardly wait to feel your cock in my cunt!"

She slid her gloved hands down her sides and spread her cunt lips to show him the rigid tip of her juicy wet clit.

"Huuuungh," he groaned, climbing up onto the end of the chaise, crouching between her spread legs while stroking his furiously hot cock. "You just keep your cunt open, because I'm about ready to stuff it full!"

"Yeeees!" she cried.

Mike pitched forward, leaning over her, bracing himself on one hand while he guided his long prick shaft with the other.

"Hhhoooo," Sharla gasped.

She could feel him working his giant cockhead back and forth across the wet nub of her swollen clit. She twitched and thrust her hips at him, straining and grunting and then falling back onto her downy pillow of sleek white fur.

"Don't tease," Sharla begged. "Fuck my pussy full!"

The eager throbbing of Mike's long prick was almost more than she could stand. The way he twirled his big cock head around and around on her clit made her dizzy with lusty desire.

"Fuck me!" she screamed.

Mike answered with a grunt, lunging and pressing his hot cock shaft down to enter the oily vise of her pussy.

Sharla moaned joyously as his cock sank into her cunt with a bubbling rush. Her slick fuck-honey gushed from her pink-lipped pussy.

"Oooooh, God! Your cock's so big and long and hot! Huuummmmm, my poor cunt can hardly hold it!"

Mike felt the swirling tension of her grasping pussy. Though her body seemed to be lying still, her fuckhole was a frantic pit, alive with wild pulses. She pumped and slithered rings of sleek muscle up and down and all around his fucking cock.

"Oh, baby… you fuck better than any cunt I've ever tried!"

"It takes practice," she said coyly. "And it takes a big cock like yours."

Mike felt his nervous tensions ease. It was obvious that Sharla liked being fucked. The way her pussy moved, it was like she was begging for more of his hot prick meat.

"You like my big cock, don't you?"

"I love it!" she rasped, arching beneath him, fucking back with deep grunting sounds of lust.

Sharla jerked and raised herlegs high, pointing her long spiked heels straight toward the stars.

"Now… now you can really jam your prick in. Hhhhmmmm, yeah! Harder. Make my pussy hurt!"

Mike gave her cunt a quick series of hard, twisting fuck-thrust. His thick mat of cock hair ground against her downy wet pussy fleece and made her squeal with joy. She coiled her long arms around his neck and pulled him down on her.

"I want to taste your hot, sweet tongue too, Mike. Hhhmmm!"

Mike sealed his lips over hers and thrust in with his tongue. He felt her pussy mound buck in response. Her tongue twined around his, lashing with wet hunger. Then she gripped and sucked with all her might while her clinging cunt muscles did the same to his burning prick.

"Ooooh, shit!" he groaned when she broke away to grab a breath.

Her gloved hands inched down his sides and underneath him. She fingered the hard, rippled bands of muscles across his chest, purring joyously when her slithering fingers found the taut little nubs of his nipples.

"Do my tits too," she whined. "Maul my tits and twirl my nipples… like this!" She grunted wildly and twisted his rigid nipples.

"Hhhaaaggohhh!" Mike roared.

Jolting shocks of pleasure ran down his spine and jarred his nuts. He thrust his cock into her, grinding and writhing in the hot grip of insane delight.

"You bitch," he hissed.

Each time he thrust deep, burying his long prick in her seething cunt, his balls brushed across the silky white fur bunched beneath her hips. He felt his hot cum swelling and steaming, and he had to grunt to hold it back.

Mike's hands mnoved up the softly rounded cones of her tits until he felt her nipples bulge, tingling with desire. He twirled them both between his thumb and first finger. She gulped and moaned, arching to press harder into his grasp.

"Suck my tits!" she cried. "Oooooh, eat my delicious tits!"

He ovaled his lips and sucked her nipple into his mouth, lashing it with his tongue.

"Yeeeeees!" she gasped. "Now the other!"

Mike swayed to the other side and sucked hard on her glossy nipple, nibbling with bared teeth until she let loose with shrill cries of delight.

"You can't get enough, can you?" he rasped as he shifted back to suck on her other tit.

"No," she moaned. But Mike could tell she was getting close to a climax at last. "I want it all… and I want it all at once. Qh, Mike! Suck me, fuck me, do it hard and do it fast!"

By then, Mike could not have slowed down if he wanted to. She clawed his back and grunted wildly, clinging and grinding her wet pussy up and down his throbbing cock.

"Arrruuungh! Good! Hhhuuuungh! Cum with me! All I need now is to feel your big cock spurt!"

His whole body shivered with raw tension, as though every nerve had been laid bare and left twitching.

"Yes!" Sharla cried. "Now! Shoot my pussy full!"

"Hhhaaarrrgh!"

Mike drove his cock in to the root when he felt the first searing charge of cjzni rumbled up from his aching nuts. She clasped the small of his backkeeping his prick deep inside her shivering pussy slit.

"Hhhhooo!" Sharla groaned.

His thick cock twitched and spit one hot creamy little drop of jizz.

"Moooorrre!" she begged. "I'm ready for all the jism you've got!"

Mike jerked back to ream her again, but the anxious grasp of her hands kept their bodies fused as one.

"Shit!" he growled, arching to break her clamp of passion.

Another wet blast of cum gushed from his cock.

She moaned joyously as the fuck juice seeped into the hidden depths of her cunt.

She became weak with delight, and she loosened her grip, lowering her hands down to his thighs. He wrenched his hips and drew his gleaming cockshaft out almost to the tip.

"Now, you bitch. Now I can really fuck your hungry little cunt!" He spiked back in so hard and deep that her eyes bulged.

"Yeeesssss!"

Hot breath steamed into his ear. She gasped and shivered and felt his cock spit another slick mass of boiling cum. Again and again, she felt the stinging spray of jizz.

"You must have a fucking quart in your big nuts," she gasped. "It's coming so fast now… ooohhhhh, I can't tell!"

Mike reared up and slammed down on her gushing fuck hole. Their aching bodies clashed in a writhing frenzy of lust. Hot spurts of cum shot the length of his cock and sprayed into her wrenching cunt.

"That's what I like best about a hot prick," she rasped. "You've got so much hot cum!"

"I've got even more," he warned.

His climax felt nowhere near complete. He glared down at her, and a lewd grin curled his lips.

Sharla's eyes were glazed with joy. She stared up at him, her eyes blind and gleaming, sightless in the heat of passion. Her sultry pussy squirmed. Gushing cum filled her silken pussy. Silvery bubbles of slick cum oozed from the puffy cunt-lips.

The wet slap of his cock-root on her soft, dripping cunt made his desire blaze hotter still. She arched beneath him, squirming her hips as he drew his prick out, grunting as he speared back in.

Her feet kicked high above his head, then clamped around his neck. She drummed her heels on his broad back.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me!" she screamed in a voice loud enough to be heard on the terrace far below.

Mike's gasping breath rumbled. His orgasm had already gone on longer than ever before. "I never knew what a real woman's pussy could do," he moaned.

Sharla's sleek, tight cunt hole pulled and sucked on his cock like some kind of insane milking machine. Each rippling pulse gripped and squeezed his prickmeat when he drew out. Then she clamped down and shivered frantically as the hot wet length of his cock sank back in her pussy.

Sharla loved the way she could tease up blast after blast of silvery jism. It made her feel young, wild and free. It also made her feel sexy as hell!

"Ooooh," she purred sadly when the savage force of fuck-thrusts weakened.

"Even a hot cock can't go on forever," he reminded her.

"But I want more!"

Her velvety fingers reached between his legs. She grinned and felt his nuts throbbing in their hairy sac. She stroked and teased his balls with a slow, delicate touch.

"Hhhhaaaaahhh," he moaned. "I didn't think I had another drop…" But his gleaming cock heaved up more slick cum. She grinned, almost smirking with obscene joy.

"And you don't know yet all the things a real woman can do," Sharla whispered.

"Like what?" Mike kept drilling into her cunt, slower now, because he'd all but drained his strength as well as his nuts.

"Like keeping your prick hot and stiff until it's ready to cum again," she cooed.

Her fingers closed around his prick shaft as he cased back, clamping and squeezing it steadily.

"It's going to take more than that," he warned.

His eyelids fluttered in time with her maddening rhytm, and he felt fresh surges of strength swelling his wet cock in her velvety-smooth grasp.

"I know… it'll take a tight little fuck hole that's fresh and hot!"

"Your pussy may be hot, but it sure ain't fresh," Mike said.

Only the thick head of his gleaming cock was in her cunt now. She stirred it around in the wet mouth of her pussy.

"I know… my tiny ass is ready and waiting. A good fuck always makes my shit-hole burn. Wait until you feel what my ass can do!"

"Yeah!" Mike's eyes clamped shut. Sharla pressed his glossy cockhead down and worked it around her thick, puckered ass ring.

"Drive your cock in while it's still hard," she said. "My tight little ass will do the rest!"

"Hbhaaarrrgh!" Mike roared. "You bet it will?" The delights of this reckless adventure and his mind, he knew it had barely begun.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Salena had never felt more excited in her life. The idea of fucking a handsome and experienced older man like Brad Winslow had her heart racing. Her tits heaved with each anxious breath she took, as though they might leap right out of the low-cut satin gown she was wearing.

The long, elegant gown made her feel more sophisticated than usual, but it could not hide the bright little beads of perspiration forming on her sleek bare shoulders and in the soft cleft between her quivering tits.

Brad followed half a step behind, guiding her toward the hotel room at the end of a long, softly lit hall. He delighted in the seductive sway of her ass. Her rounded ass cheeks made the gleaming satin rustle, a sound hardly louder than the throbbing of his cock.

He could not help thinking how strange and how fortunate it was, the way things worked out. Just a short time ago, he and Sharla had been talking about expanding their sexual adventures to include their teenage children. But he never thought they'd be able to bring it off. Now the kids had done it for them.

Winslow sighed. He'd have never dared do anything like that when he was young. His parents would have been shocked, furious if he had even mentioned a desire to fuck anyone. Then he smiled. The world has changed a lot since those days, he was thinking. And for the better.

"Here we are."

Brad touched Salena's ass and stopped her outside the door. He could feel the shivering tension sparking through her lush body, almost like an electric current. Beaming a lusty grin, he took the room key from his pocket.

Salena stepped into the room ahead of him, pausing to let her flashing eyes adjust to the soft, romantic glow from the hidden light fixtures. Beyond and far below, she could see starlight reflecting off the restless ocean waves.

"I've never fucked in a place as exciting as this," she told him.

"When I was your age, I hadn't either. And I wouldn't dare say the word fuck in front of an adult… especially not to anyone who knew my parents."

Salena laughed softly. "But then your parents and their friends probably didn't know each other the way you know my mother."

"Probably not."

But Brad wondered. Over the years, he'd learned enough about human nature to know that it never changed much. He felt certain that people of previous generations had lusts and desires that marriage and the same partner couldn't always satisfy. But they had been more secretive and shamed by the passions they could not control.

He closed and locked the door, then turned to Salena. "Come here."

Salena gave an anxious gasp and seemed to melt into his outstretched arms. Her soft body pressed against his, quaking expectantly.

"I've never fucked with a mature man before," she said in a low, tense voice.

She excited Brad tremendously. His cock strained and throbbed, drumming against the smooth dome of her firm little pussy mound. He felt young again, bursting with energy and desire.

"You're the most beautiful and the sexiest little bitch I ever saw," he said.

His arms circled around her, his hands gliding down her back to the sleek cheeks of her shapely ass. He capped one cheek with each hand and pressed her hard against his aching cock, then bent down and kissed her upraised lips.

Salena was waiting, expecting that. She sucked in an anxious little gasp as the damp softness of her full lips sealed with his. His tongue eased out, pressing into her mouth as she gulped in trembling silence.

There was nothing really new in what he did. It was the way he did it – slowly, but firmly and with complete control. Salena felt soft waves of pleasure start the musky juices flowing in her cunt.

She thrust back excitedly with her tongue, driving into Brad's mouth the way she wished he'd jam his hot cock into her pussy. He felt the heat and sudden urgency of her desire, but he drew in a cooling breath and fought with his own raging emotions. He wanted to take his time with her, to excite her in ways she'd never known.

"Let's lie down on the bed," Salena rasped.

By now, most of the young guys she knew would be already be ripping their clothes off. Brad was excited enough. She could see the massive swelling of his cock beneath his pants. But he stood over her smiling as she snaked her lithe body across the bed.

"Come on, Brad… I'm so hot for your big cock! I've been thinking about it ever since I first saw those pictures."

He chuckled deep in his throat and sat down slowly on the edge of the bed. "I've been thinking about fucking you a lot longer than that."

"Really? Since when?"

Salena felt pleased. She loved the way his piercing gaze swept over her. It made her flesh tingle beneath the rustling satin almost as though he had his hands on her naked body.

"Four years ago, I think. Those sweet little tits were just starting to blossom. Your beautiful ass turned smooth and firm, and you were just learning to let it sway when you walked."

Salena giggled like a little girl, remembering her first shy and awkward attempts at being a woman. "I remember how you used to look at me then, but I never dreamed you were thinking about fucking me."

Brad laughed. "Like shit! You knew damned well. You were practically begging for it!"

"Maybe I was teasing… just a little."

"Well, now it's my turn, you tempting little bitch. I'm going to get you so hot now that you can't stand it."

"Yes!" she cried. "Oh, yes! Make me hot, Brad. Make me want to fuck more than I ever have in my whole life."

Brad said nothing, but the curve of his lewd grin increased. He slid his strong hands beneath Salena and pitched her over on her face. The sudden forcefulness of the move made her gasp with startled delight. She could feel his fingers prowling through the silky waves of her long hair until he found the tab of the zipper closing her dress.

"Aaaggghhh," she gasped when she heard the grating rasp of the small metal teeth. He was inching it down, torturing her by taking his time.

Her ripe curves and smooth, flawless skin trembled. Brad pulled the zipper down to the small of her back, then his hands slid back toward her shoulders and spread the gown wide.

"Oooooh, God!"

Salena jerked and turn over. She wanted to face him and see the hot leer of his desire while he undressed her. But he pushed her down on her face and fingered the clasp of her lacy little bra.

"Now lift your hips," he told her.

She did, and Brad deftly stripped off her clothes with one smooth sweep: dress, bra and panties. He tossed them aside, and the sound they made as they hit the floor excited Salena further.

She tried to turn over again, but he pressed her down firmly with one hand until her rigid nipples lay buried in the soft velour spread covering the bed. He leaned over her and brushed her gleaming hair to one side, kissing and nibbling at the base of her neck.

"Hhhuuuuunnngh!" she gulped anxiously.

Tingles of nervous pleasure ran up and down her spine until her whole body twitched anxiously.

Brad took a slow, satisfied breath and pulled back to watch her body squirm. Then he bowed again and kissed the softly curved hollow just above her ass. His tongue lashed out and stroked her smooth skin.

"Oh, Jeeezus… Brad, you're driving me crazy!"

"I know," he mumbled. His tongue kept inching down into the soft, narrow cleft between her trembling ass cheeks. At the same time, he slipped a hand beneath her and began to finger her dense mat of pussy hair.

"You bastard!" she moaned, writhing joyously.

He circled one finger around the nub of her clit and rimmed the dark ring of her shithole with his tongue at the same time.

"Aaaggghhh!"

Twin jolts of shocking delight made Salena wail with agonized lust. "Eeeeyyyy – aaaggghhh!"

She could feel slick, warm fuck oils oozing into the hand he had cupped beneath her steaming cunt. And his finger kept swirling slowly, teasing her clit until she thought the strain of aching desire might make her faint.

Salena felt limp, as though she could no longer control her own body. Her ass and her pussy both heaved and throbbed.

"You've got a great ass," Brad said.

She could feel his lips move, caressing the smooth flesh on the slopes of her ass cleft. Then he drilled into her shitter with his tongue.

"Gggrrraaaihhh!"

Salena jerked away from his spearing tongue and ground her wet cunt down on his grasping hand. He squeezed her sleek, furry pussy mound and slipped a finger deep into the wet gash of her cunt.

"Hhhhhaooooo," she sighed. "Don't get both fuck holes hot at once. You've only got one cock!"

"Before I'm done, you'll wish I had three," he said.

He worked his tongue and finger together, lashing her cunt and asshole as though they were one.

Salena bucked violently, and this time Brad allowed her to turn over. She flopped on her back and coiled her legs, planting her feet almost beneath her hips so she could lift and sway her wet cunt before his eyes.

"Eat me!" she cried. "Suck my hot young pussy and make it burn!"

Brad's lips were already drooling for the rich, spicy taste of her cunt. As he bent down and opened his mouth wide to cover her shimmering cunt lips, he also slid a hand beneath her and extended a finger toward the tightly clenched rim of her shit-hole.

"Not both at once," she begged. "Aaggghhh!" It was too late. Brad's wet, twisting tongue lapped at her cunt and his long, stiff finger spiked into her ass.

"Oooooh, shit!" She could hardly stand it. "I want your cock! Fuck me, Brad. Give me your big prick!"

He grunted a response and kept sucking her cunt, driving his tongue as deep as he could into the fleshy maw of her cunt. Then he wiggled it out and did a slow spin around the aching nub of her clit. It sparked with blazing stabs of pleasure.

Salena let her feet slip down and flattened her ass on the bed, driving his ass-reaming finger deeper still.

"Grruuunnngh!" she moaned, shivering from the lewd thrill of his double attack. "Fuck me!"

Brad pressed her back down, clamping his free hand over her left tit until her nipple bulged firm and ripe between his thumb and first finger. Then be closed his hand softly and mauled her sleek, creamy-smooth pussy mound.

"I'm going to cum!" she howled. "And hell… I haven't even seen your cock yet!"

Brad grinned and kept munching on the tangy, sweet fuck cream gushing from her cunt, slurping it down and whipping her clit at the same time. He twirled her nipple with his thumb and pumped his finger in and out of her asshole until she screamed.

"That's it! I can't take any more! Aaaggghhh – I'm cumming! Oh, God! I'm cumming hard!"

For one brief instant, Salena's body tensed. Shivers of delight twitched every nerve. She froze, breathless, and then she exploded into writhing ecstasy.

"Qooch, Jesus! Brad, you're the best cuntsucker in all the world!"

Her slender, shapely legs shot up and kicked wildly above his head. He kept plunging and lashing her pussy with his tongue, whipping more sweet cunt-honey from her sultry fuckhole.

"Uuuuuungh!" she gasped, and she clamped her legs around his neck.

She grasped his thick, dark wavy hair and tugged on it to get more pressure on her pussy.

"I never… never thought it could be so good without a cock!" she cried.

Brad grinned and raised his head as Salena's heaving waves of passion settled into soft pulses of blissfll relief. As a young man, he'd been eager and impulsive like most – quick to fuck and quick to dump his boiling load of jism. And often, he'd satisfied himself thoroughly before ever bringing his partner to the full height of joy.

Now he delighted in taking his time, especially with a sexy young bitch who thought she already knew it all. She lay weak and gasping, her eyes half-closed.

"Now fuck me," Salena said in a pleading voice. "I've still got all my clothes on," he reminded her.

His warm breath seemed to fill her dripping fuck-hole. His tongue slithered up and down, teasing her soft pink pussy lips. He breathed in deep, inhaling the tangy scent of her musky little cunt slit.

"Ooooh, yeah!"

Salena wrenched herself up and pushed Brad onto his back. The brief warmth of satisfaction had faded quickly, as he knew it would. Now she wanted cock the way a starving dog craves raw meat.

She tugged to loosen the knot of his tie, then undid the buttons of his shirt. Her fingers swept don his hairy chest awkwardly. She swiveled around and crouched between his legs, pulling at his belt and the zipper of his fly.

"I can't wait to see how big and hard I've made your cock!"

Brad flashed a knowing grin. He could have undressed himself in half the time, but he enjoyed having this tempting little bitch almost rip his clothes off. He lifted and twisted now and then, but he let her do all the real work. That would excite her curiosity and raging passion all the more.

"Your cock's so HUGE!" she gasped as his pants came off.

Brad's powerful prick bulged inside his tight shorts, his giant prick head almost strangled by the tight elastic band.

"Hhhhnmm!" Salena purred, working to set his throbbing monster of a cock free.

He arched and let her peel off his shorts, then settled back and smiled when she got her first good look at his hot cock. It stood tall and proud, gleaming and aching with seething desire.

"I'd love to suck on that big fucker," she moaned. "But my pussy is so hot, it just can't wait!"

Salena crept forward on her knees, straddling Brad's narrow, hard-muscled hips. His massive hard-on pulsed between her spread legs, brushed softly by her damp spread of gleaming cunt hair.

"I'm going to fuck your cock. Fuck and fuck it!" she told him.

The first climax had thrilled but not satisfied her. She knew his great cock would do both. Slowly, she eased forward until the bulging, blue-red head of his prick pressed between the sleek lips of her cunt.

"I should tease you the way you teased me," she said in a voice shrill with excitement. "But I can't! Uuuunnngh, you made me so hungry to fuck your big cock!"

Salena lifted herself, clamping her eyes shut and holding her breath as she prepared to slam her pussy down and spear her wet cunt gash with his waiting cock.

Brad grinned, waiting. At the last possible moment, he rocked his hips slightly.

"Aaaggghhh – ooohhh God!"

Salena dropped herself on him, but his subtle move had moved his long cock shaft. It stabbed into her ass instead of her cunt.

She reared up almost at once, stung by the searing shock. But Brad's strong hands clamped on her thighs and threw her back, as he drove his swollen cock deeper still.

"You bastard… it's my pussy that wants to fuck!"

"Your ass wants to fuck too."

"Uuunnngh, yeah. But not all at once. Not so deep and hard!" Salena tossed her head and tears welled up in the corners of her tightly clenched eyes. "I've never had so much hot cock meat fucked up my ass. And my pussy is so hot and wet."

Brad could feel the taut, trembling spasms of her shit-hole creep up and down his cockshaft. She cringed from the sudden fullness and the strain in her ass, but slowly, a lewd grin curled her gaping lips.

"I knew you'd like ass-fucking better, you little bitch. Your pretty ass is so hot and tight. It's better than any fucking cunt I ever tried."

"You-you haven't tried mine yet," she said with a moan as she lifted and threw herself dawn on his giant cock again.

"You're on top," he reminded her. "You can fuck any way you want."

Salena raised herself with a slow, gliding motion, shivering as Brad's thick prick staff eased out of her ass.

"If you want your cunt fucked, just rock back and ram my prick in your other fuck hole."

"Yes!"

She hadn't thought of that. She had done most of her fucking flat on her back with the man in total control. She lifted her ass clear off of Brad's big cock and shifted her hips until she could feel the thick padded head of his prick pressing into the wet mouth of her cunt.

"Oooooh, yet – that's what my pussy wants!" She twisted and squirmed, settling slowly on his hard swollen prick. "Hhhmmmm! I love it! Your cock makes my pussy so full!"

Brad humped his back and gave her a quick series of deep fuck-thrusts. He slid his hands up her spread thighs at the same time. His wavering fingers stroked the bulged lips of her prick-stuffed cunt, working toward the top of her cunt slit. There he found the firm, slick button of her cunt. He'd learned long ago that most women's fuck nerves were centered there, and he liked fucking best in positions where he could reach and tease that magic little orgasm trigger.

"Oooooh, Jeeeezzzzus!" Salena screamed. Twisting bolts of joy spiraled up her back and into her brain. Her head thrashed wildly as though the pleasure she felt had broken her neck.

"It's so good having your big cock rip my cunt. But my ass wants your cock too!"

"You car do both," he said without missing one twisting motion on her honey-glazed cunt. "Just rock your ass forward a little and sit your shit-hole down on my cock."

"Sure!"

Salena lifted, moaning softly as Brad's glossy cock came out of her cunt. Then she pitched forward and twisted until his damp cock knob was centered in the clenched mouth of her ass.

"Oooohhh, your prick feels even better now!"

"Tt'swet and slick with honey from your cunt," he said. "Now fuck me, bitch… work both of your fuck holes on my cock!"

"Uuunnngh! Sure, Brad. Hhbhoooo, I'm going to give you the best fucking you ever had… ass and pussy both at once!"

She panted and lifted, swaying her ass to work the thickness of his hot prick shaft onto every inner surface of her shit-hole.

"Now into your cunt!" he told her. "Don't take so damn long between. A cock like mine really needs to be fucked!"

"I can tell!" Salena could feel his prick's throbbing beat deep in her cunt, then in her ass. It was hard to tell which she liked best. She pitched and rocked, fucking herself first in one fuck hole and then the other.

It took several minutes for her to get the rhythm and the motion just right, but then she could work Brad's upraised cock-lance from ass to cunt and back again with barely time to blink in between.

She gave a loud, deeply satisfied grunt each time she dropped on his thick cock. Her sleek tube of muscle milked and squeezed his prick with urgent pulses of raging desire. It felt great to fuck either way, so good that Brad soon lost track of which tight little fuck hole his cock was in.

When Salena got her body swaying above him just right, she worked to increase the speed and depth of her double-fuck motions. She lifted and speared herself joyously, loving the wet gurgling sound her cunt made when she rammed it down on his cock. Her ass made a sound more like a long sigh.

"It's sooo fucking good!" she wailed. "I love to be able to fuck both my holes at once!"

She kept whipping back and forth above him, gasping with pleasure and weeping with joy.

"I'm going to cum! Ooooh, FUCK! My ass and my pussy will both climax at once!"

"I've got enough hot jism to fill them both," Brad said.

He tensed, his whole body stiff as a steel rod. An aching throb began in his balls, but he clenched a taut ring of muscle in the root of his cock to keep from shooting his load. Holding his boiling cum in as long as he could was an agony of delight. He clenched his teeth, shivering violently from the strain.

"Let it shoot!" Salena cried. "I'm ready! I want to feel hot jism in my pussy and my ass!"

She pressed down and twirled her hips, screwing her soft wet cunt lips hard on the base of his prick shaft.

"Aaaggghhh," Brad sighed. The swirling mouth of her pussy began to loosen his tight knot of control. "God damn you, whore! Here it comes!"

The first explosive blast of jizz sprayed deep into her cunt. "Grrruuuungh!" she moaned, recoiling from the shock and lifting to get Brad's wet cock into her ass before if went off again. "Hhhooo, shit!"

She wasn't fast enough. The next scaring jet of thick fuck-cream shot off and splattered all over the crack of her ass.

"Don't waste my spunk, bitch! I want my prick in deep every time it fires!"

"Oooh, I do too!"

Salena sank down with a loud wail, loving the way his hot cum cased the entry of his long prick shaft. His cock slid into her ass like a hot knife cutting butter. She moaned and twisted, milking his prick to get a full shot deep in her ass.

She felt her mind blur with lewd delight. Brad's fiery cum filled both her ass and her cunt, but she couldn't whip back and forth fast enough to catch it all. His gushing cock sprayed the lips of her pussy, the rim of her ass and the dark, tangled hair all around. The creamy warmth of his jism seemed to be seeping into her through every pore.

"God, you're a great fuck!" Salena cried. "I just can't get enough of your cock!"

Brad kept pumping, amazed by the power and duration of his climax. It lasted a full minute longer than any he could ever remember.

Salena screamed and moaned, milking his prick with one fuck hole and then the other until he felt limp and drained and too satisfied to move.

"Now I'm going to suck your cock," she said. "I'm going to lick your prick clean so we can start fucking again."

Brad only sighed when her lips sealed themselves on the knob of his wet cock. Then he felt the demanding swirl of her tongue, and he grinned broadly. He was wondering what to teach shy, timid little Mary when his turn came later to fuck her.

CHAPTER EIGHT

"I was cherry until tonight," Mary said as Paul Franklin closed and locked the door. She batted her long-lashed, blue eyes and smiled coyly.

"I know…" His voice trailed off with the dull ring of sadness.

Paul could not help wishing he'd been the one to pop the young blonde's tender cherry. He'd thought about it often enough, watching her bud and start to blossom as a woman. But his son Ben had fucked her. That's something! he thought.

God damn, good for Ben!

Paul had no doubt that Mike had fucked Mary too. He seldom missed a chance to scare with a foxy young chick. But this time, Ben had been first. His father breathed an almost silent sigh of relief. It bothered him to have his son always in Mike's shadow. Now, in the dimly lit room, Paul could almost see the boy with bright cherry blood smeared on his thick cock. That image brought a smile to his lips.

"This is a lovely room," Mary said in a faint voice.

Fucked or not, she still projected the charm of innocence, a shy and quivering uncertainty that made Paul's cock ache.

She turned and strolled onto the balcony, her lithe hips swaying gently in the dark, gold-flecked gown that hugged her sleek curves like a gleaming second skin.

"Yes… it's a nice place."

Paul followed her. He saw that the knuckles of her delicate hands had whitened from clutching the balcony rail so tightly. When they were dancing on the terrace below, she had played at being the bold and seductive young cunt – mostly to shock her mother, Paul guessed.

Now, alone with him, she wasn't able to maintain her brazen mask. She looked nervous and uncertain, anguished by her misgivings. Gazing down, she could see the small, shadowed figures clustered on the terrace far below.

"My mother must be crapping in her pants," Mary said, smiling slightly.

"That's what you wanted, isn't it?" Paul asked. He stood beside her at the rail, fighting a powerful urge to sweep her into his arms and grind her heaving pussy mound hard on his stiffened cock.

"I-I guess so." Mary's voice seemed distant and unsure, as though it were lost somewhere deep in the twisted caverns of her mind. "She's been such a hypocrite, pretending to be so prim and proper and being so strict with me while she's been over here acting like a fucking whore."

"Your mother's a grown woman, old enough to make up her own mind," Paul said in a soft, consoling voice. "She didn't think you were…"

"Well, I am… and I HAVE. I'm as much a woman as she is. Maybe MORE."

"I don't doubt that for a minute," Paul said anxiously.

He circled an arm around Mary's slender waist and drew her toward him. With his free hand, he cupped her chin, lifting and turning her pretty face from the terrace below.

Her soft lips quivered as his drew near. "I-I want to be a woman," she said anxiously. "But there's still a lot I need to learn."

"I know that too."

He worked his fingers into the firm hollow of her back. His other hand slipped around to stroke her soft golden hair and cradle her head.

"Oooooh," Mary sighed as his lips brushed lightly across hers. "Ooooh, Paul!"

Her arms twined around his neck, and her lips tensed, begging for a real kiss. Her eyes closed and she felt shivering pulses of excitement run up her spine.

Ben had been somewhat timid with her. Mike had been too eager and demanding. Paul, being older and more skillful, seemed to know how to combine the best of bath and excite her in ways she hadn't even imagined.

His lips pressed hers, seeking but not demanding a response. Mary parted her lips, and her tongue eased out. "Hhhhmmmm," she purred.

Their tongues swirled together, hers caught and held by the suction of his indrawn breath.

Pressure from his hand spread across the small of her back, bringing the dome of her pussy mound against the hardness of his enormously thick cock.

"You like that, don't you?" Paul asked with a muted growl.

"Yes… oh, yes! Your cock feels so thick and hard. I can hardly wait to feel it in my cunt." Mary shivered and thrust her lips toward his, driving and twisting with her tongue.

Paul felt no need to hold her now. Her whale body had molded itself against his, swaying and grinding with the gentle rhythm of the breaking surf. He slid his hands around and cupped her tits, firm and sharply tapered under the clinging goldflecked cloth of the borrowed gown.

"My tits aren't as big as your wife's," Mary said. She whimpered softly when he worked her tender little tit-mounds with his fingers.

"They're fine," Paul said. "Nothing feels better than a sweet, eager young tit."

"Really?"

Mary thought she must look like a beanpole compared to Dina Franklin with her enormous tits. And innocent or not, she had noticed how the men all drooled when Dina wore a tight-fitting, low-cut top.

"Really," Paul said. He slid one hand back and began to ease down the zipper of her dress. "Her big tits have been sucked so often and so hard, it doesn't do much to her any more. I know it's not that way with you."

"No. Ooooh, no!"

Mary trembled as Paul undid her bra strap, freeing her taut, tender domes of tit-flesh topped by dark nipples already tingling with excitement.

"I'd love to have you feel and suck my naked tits!" she gasped.

"Having your tits sucked makes your little pussy squirm, doesn't it?"

Paul wasn't really asking, he was prompting her, reinforcing her natural instincts.

"Yes," Mary said with an anxious gasp.

Her trembling shook the loosened gown free. The filmy, gold-flecked cloth fell and bunched around the flare of her hips. Another eager twitch shook off her bra, and she stood before him, halfnaked and half-smiling.

"Just having your nipples touched makes the honey drip from your sweet cunt." Paul's deep voice and calm self-assurance were almost hypnotic in effect.

"Yes! Huuunnng!"

Mary gave a deep grunt and clamped her eyes shut as Paul began to circle her rigid nipples with his thumbs.

"Ooooh, that makes my pussy so hot and wet!"

"I'll bet you can feel the warm cunt oil running down your legs!"

"Hhhhmmmm, yeah! Oooah, Paul, suck my tits now. Lick my nipples and swallow my little tits!"

He grinned unseen before her tightly closed eyes. Sucking her proud, jutting tits was exactly what he planned to do next. He grinned because he knew it would be better now that she'd asked. And it would be better still if he made her beg.

Paul bent down and kissed one taut ripe nipple then the other, letting his lips glide smoothly back and forth, flicking very lightly with his tongue.

"Hhhhoooo," she gasped. "More! Really suck them, Paul! Eat my tits and make my nipples burn!"

Paul hooked his tongue beneath one of Mary's bulging nipples and raised it toward his waiting lips. "Like this?"

"Hhhhaaaghhh! Hhhhmmmm, yes!" she cried, tossing her shoulders back to jam his sucking lips full of tit.

He lashed her nubby, blood-engorged nipple and then spiraled his tongue down the creamy slope of her tit, pulling and sucking to draw in every ounce of her little tit-mound.

"That's something I can't do with Dina," he said as he shifted to the other side. "Never could swallow all of her big tits."

"B-b-but I love the way you eat mine!" Mary sighed. The wet pull of his lips tingled every nerve. "I just wish you could suck both tits at once!"

Paul grinned again. He'd planned that too. He liked to nibble two tits at once.

"Hunch your shoulders forward," he said, and he pressed his hands on the outside slopes to thrust her delicate tits together.

"Like this? Hhhhmninim, yes. That must be it!" Mary shivered when she felt her two nipples touch. Paul sucked both into his mouth and churned them with the wet rasp of his tongue.

"I just love the way you suck tit!" Mary cried, writhing and twisting as the thrilling sensations fogged her mind.

"I'll bet there's something you like to have sucked even more," he said with slow certainty.

"You mean my pussy?" Mary gulped. "No, I mean your sexy little shithole. You're so sweet and pretty, I want to kiss your ass."

"Oooah, no." Mary jerked away impulsively, opening her eyes wide.

But Paul had swung around behind her and dropped to his knees. He clasped his hands on the rumpled gown bunched at her waist and dragged it down along with her panties.

"You don't really want to kiss my ass," Mary whined.

"I want to do more than that," Paul said.

"More? More? Like what?"

"I'm going to fuck your tight little ass as soon as I get it good and hot."

"NO!" Mary screamed in shock. "No!" But Paul's arms circled around her thighs. His fingers clamped on the smooth inner slopes, and he pulled her toward him.

"Please, Paul… don't!"

She could feel the damp warmth of his hungry lips. He nipped and nibbled at her trembling ass cheeks and snaked his rough tongue into the cleft between.

"Nobody's ever touched my ass," she moaned. "That's what I thought. I'm going to fuck a cherry after all!"

"Fuck my cunt!" she pleaded desperately. "I like that!"

"You'll like having your cherry shit-hole fucked even more," he said, "Your ass is so tight and hot!"

His tongue stroked the clenched rim of her snug little shitter.

The firm, persistent lapping of Paul's tongue sent wild shivers up and down her back, and she began to feel a strange glowing heat of excitement despite her protests. "N-n-nooo," she moaned feebly. "No, Paul… p-p-please!"

"I won't fuck your ass until you ask me to," he promised boldly.

"I'll never do that!"

"I know better."

He could feel her stubborn resistance fading already. He inched his hands up her thighs and fingered the soft wet lips of her cunt.

"That's where I want to feel your thick cock!"

"You'll like my prick up your ass even more." He spread her sleek pussy lips and stroked the nub of her clit.

"Gruuungh!" she howled, writhing and twisting with delight. "I couldn't like anything more than that!"

"You'll see. You're going to beg me to ram my cock up your ass!"

He twirled one finger around her clit in a tight spiral. She hunched, easing away from his maddening teasing, and then she felt the tip of his tongue wiggle into the tight ring of flesh clamping her ass.

"Hhhaaaaggghhh! No! Paul! PAUL! PAUL!"

He pushed his tongue into her tight, bitter-sweet asshole in spite of her protests. And he kept spinning her clit at the same time. She trembled, shocked and confused by the sudden tangle of joy and disgust whirling through her mind.

Wild, tingling sparks of pleasure blazed from the base of her cunt. She felt them spin upward into her brain and spiral down to the tips of her toes. The stinging delight left her weak in the knees. She sagged back and felt his tongue drill deeper into her ass.

"Aaaaargh!" she cried.

It hurt. Instead of pleasure, she felt pain. Ripping shocks numbed every nerve, and the horror of having her ass fucked brought chilling tears of fear to her fluttering blue eyes.

After a moment, Mary could not tell the sensations of pain and pleasure apart. Paul twirled and stroked her clit so expertly that the warmth of pleasure blurred into the heat of pain. And his slithering tongue kept gliding in and out of her ass, easing her worst fears and exciting some previously unknown lewd desire.

"I don't understand!" she groaned.

"You want to be ass-fucked don't you?"

"Huuunnngh? YES!"

"You want me to stick my prick in your shitter?"

"Yes… oh, yes, Paul. Please. Don't tease me any more. Fuck me anywhere you want!"

"I want to hear it. I want to hear you beg for my big thick cock!"

"That's what I want! God, I can't stand any more of this! Fuck me, Paul. Oh, please FUCK ME!"

"Where?" he asked, digging and swirling her tightly rimmed shithole with his tongue.

"In my ASS, damn it! I want you to fuck my asshole. I want to feel your thick cock in my tightest hole!"

Paul straightened up. The strong taste of her ass lingered on his tongue and burned its way deep into his throat. He gathered the gold-flecked gown and bunched it into a pad that he spread on the iron balcony rail.

"Lean aver that," he told her in a calm but commanding voice.

"Not here!" she cried. "Not on the balcony where the whole world can watch!"

"Do you want me to fuck your last cherry hole or not?"

He slid a finger into her ass as he spoke, twisting and prodding her toward the rail.

"Yes! Oh, God… YES! You've got me so hot. But not here! My mother can see!"

"Look how small the people on the terrace look from here," he said.

He twirled his finger deeper into her ass, panting when he felt how sleek and firm the inside of her shithole was.

"They look like little dolls," Mary said. She blinked rapidly, and misty tears of desire splashed from her eyes.

"And that's what you'll look like to them while you're getting your pretty ass fucked! A doll… a sexy little blonde doll!"

"All right…"

Mary still didn't like the idea, but she gripped the metal rail with both hands and pressed her slender, heaving belly against the crinkled pad of gold-flecked cloth.

Staring wide-eyed at the clusters of elegantly dressed people below filled her swirling mind with an eerie new kind of excitement. It seemed so shocking and horribly perverse, leaning over naked, her long flaxen hair fluttering like a banner in the ocean breeze while she begged to have her ass fucked in full view of anyone below who chanced to raise his or her head.

Paul slipped his hand away from her cunt slit, bringing with it a fresh load of warm fuck honey that he smeared gently on the rim of her ass.

"Make it good, baby… your mother may be watching."

"Ooooh, GOD!"

She tensed, jerking upright just as he jammed his thick hard cock in from behind.

Mary pitched forward again, so limp with shock that she almost lost her grip on the metal railing. It creamed from the sudden stabbing force of his fuck-thrust and filled her heart with shivering fear. Paul Franklin had intended to ease his cock into Mary's tender ass, but the strain of coaxing her along had his prick throbbing with an aching desire he could no longer control. He stabbed and felt the shimmering waves of pain grip his wide prick.

"Grrruuuunnngh," Mary moaned, blinded by flashing blue-red lights of pain.

It felt like her ass might split in two and shower shit down on all those on the terrace below.

"It hurts!" she screamed. Fresh tears of pain welled up in her eyes.

"Only at first."

Paul eased back and drove his cock in more gently the second time, loving the way her rippled bands of taut ass muscle strained to conform themselves to his massive prick. The fluid tension filled him with delight.

"You've got a great ass, you little bitch… I can hardly believe this is your first time."

"I-I-I like ass-fucking a lot more than I thought."

Mary shivered joyously when she felt his cock fill her ass the second time. Some of the ripping strain was still there, but it was pleasure, not pain that she felt now.

"Your cock makes me feel so full!"

"Not as full as you're going to be. This cock of mine is about ready to fire!"

The waiting and the teasing had been a terrible strain. Paul's swaying nuts felt like two giant lead balls alive with steaming pressure.

"I'm ready!" Mary cried. "I want to feel your hot big prick spurt. I want to have my ass shot full of hot jism, and I hope it all drips down on my mother's nose!"

Paul was too busy fucking to give a damn what she said now. Her ass was hot and tight and pumping like she wanted to scald the hide right off his cock. He grunted and gasped, slamming his hairy loins hard against her sleek, softly domed ass cheeks.

"Aaaagggghhh!" she howled each time he fucked in. "Hhhhoooo! I never dreamed assfucking could feel so good!"

As the heated stabs of pleasure increased, Mary's vision began to blur. She racked and twisted to meet every fuck-thrust, then she felt herself jammed forward by the driving force from behind. She no longer cared what went on on the terrace below.

"Fuck me! Fuck my ass!" she screamed at the top of her voice. "Oooooh, fuck me full!"

Paul's heaving cock had launched its first wet rocket of searing jism. It seemed to explode in the narrow tube of her ass like a bomb.

Distance and dim light hid the lewd couple from most of the crowd down below. Even Mary's shrill screams of joy were scattered by the ocean breeze and bidden by the smooth rhythms of the band.

But there is something special in the way a mother's ears are pitched. Ellen, Mary's mother jerked her head up when she heard her daughter's distant wail of ecstasy: "Fuck mee!"

"My God in heaven!" Ellen saw the tiny golden haired figure bent over the rail being fucked by Paul Franklin. "What are we going to do?"

"Get used to it," her husband said. He glanced up, shrugged, and then looked back at his wife. "You know how it is in the last round… we'll all be together in the same room."

CHAPTER NINE

Ben Franklin's mask of bravado crumbled as soon as he stepped into the elevator alone with his mother. She punched the button for the top floor and then stood as silent and unmoving as a pillar of stone.

He knew she had been shocked, then pissed when he and the other kids had walked in on what was supposed to be an all adult party. And he knew she was even more pissed when his dad walked off ogling the seductive sway of Mary's shapely ass. But he didn't know how or when she might vent what was so obviously smoldering inside.

Alone in the elevator seemed like the perfect time. No one else could see or hear. Ben held his breath as the elevator car lurched and started up. The trip was so slow, he thought the hotel must have a little hunchbacked troll turning a crank in the basement to lift the thing by hand.

He cast a quick sidelong glance at his mother and saw her giant tits swell as she drew in a shallow breath. The soft cleft between her massive tit mounds looked as dark and silky-smooth as the black fur fringing the low-cut neck of her gown. It didn't matter to him then that she was mad, or that she was his mother. He could think of nothing but smacking his lips on the biggest and most beautiful pair of tits he'd ever seen.

To Dina Franklin, the elevator car seemed to be streaking skyward like a powerful rocket bound for the moon. She could hardly believe that she had tempted her own teenaged son, inviting him upstairs to suck on her tits. And, being a mature woman, she knew it wouldn't stop at tit-sucking.

But why not? she asked herself. He sucked on my tits when he was a baby, and I loved it. It was the most satisfying experience I can recall.

Dina took a deep breath, held it through a long moment of reflection, and then expelled it with a sharp hiss. Paul used to watch when little Ben sucked on her tits. He used to smile and say: "Fed from tits like those, that kid should grow to be a giant!"

But obviously there was more to the program of life than mother's milk. Ben did not grow to be a giant – not even to be a boy of average size. He remained small, always in the background – always overshadowed by bigger and stronger boys like Mike Winslow.

Dina cracked a faint smile. Perhaps poor little Ben had grown at last. She recalled the gleam in his eye when he talked about fucking out Mary's cherry. He even beat Mike to that. And maybe, just maybe – if Ben sucks on my big tits one more time, he'll continue to grow, she thought.

They both heaved inaudible sighs when the elevator car ground to a stop. "There's a nice room right this way," Dina said. She winked, and Ben followed, grinning from ear to ear.

Inside their room, behind a securely locked door, Ben's nervous tension grew worse. His mother stood facing him, smiling strangely and softly stroking the deep-plunging V of sleek black fur that accented the creamy swelling of her magnificent tits.

"Mom…" He croaked the word in a weak voice.

"I know what you're thinking." Her smile curved that certain way that Ben knew well. "All of a sudden you're thinking this is wrong. Maybe even sick."

"Yeah." He didn't want her to go on.

"You've sucked my tits before," she reminded him. "You loved them then. And I loved the way your little lips pulled on my nipples. Sometimes I'd let you suck my tits for an hour after I knew all the milk was gone."

As she spoke, Dina reached back and began inching down the zipper of her brocade gown. Doubling her arms behind her thrust her tits out even more.

"That was different," Ben said with a rasping gulp. "I was a baby."

"And I was your mother. I'm still your mother, Ben, and I know how much you want to suck on mommie's big tits."

She shrugged off the top of her gown and unclasped her bra with quick strokes of her hands.

"Ooooh, Jeeeezzzus!" Ben moaned. He was holding back against what he'd been taught was a horrible sin. But when his mother's huge naked tits burst free before his eyes, he could think of nothing but his obscene hunger to seal his lips on her thick, round nipples.

"Did you know that I can't buy a factory-made bra?" Dina pushed the fur-trimmed brocade gown to her waist, until the deep V of shimmering black fur fringed her crotch.

Except for her two huge mountains of tit-flesh, Dina Franklin was a pleasant-looking but very ordinary woman. Not a sleek, sensuous beauty like Sharla. More earthy. More like a mother is supposed to look… except for those two glorious tits.

"I can see how much you want to suck my tits," Dina said. Ben's taut lips were trembling in anticipation.

"Yeah," he said with a grunt. He took a slow step forward, wringing his hands. They were glazed with cold sweat. "I know we shouldn't… but I want to."

"And I want you to."

Dina pushed her dress down to the floor and stepped out of it. She kicked off her high heeled shoes and stepped back toward the bed.

Ben could feel his pulse beat in his temples. It crashed like thunder and pushed the hot blood of desire faster through his whole body. Even the glaze of sweat on his palms turned warm with lust.

Dina stripped off her stockings and panties and stretched across the bed completely nude. Ben gulped, gazing at the two knobbed peaks of titflesh rising from her chest. She slid her hands up her sides, then she capped them over her tits, pressing until her thick dark nipples bulged through invitingly.

"Ooooh, God!" Ben rushed forward so eagerly that he almost tripped. He fell beside her on the bed, his warm hands grasping at her enormous red nipples. "Aaaahhhh! Jeeezzzus, that's more tit than I've squeezed in my whole life!"

Dina pulled her hands from beneath his and clasped them at the back of his neck. He spread his hands and took in all of the creamy smooth titflesh that he could hold. Still more soft inviting tit bulged out of reach.

Dina's half-closed eyes misted with delight. Ben's kneading fingers sent warm pulses of satisfaction through every nerve.

"I love your tits," he moaned. "I can't help it, Mom… I love squeezing your big tits!"

"You'll like sucking them even more."

"Yeah! Oh, shit… YEAH!"

Ben spread his mouth wide and dropped on the nearest big tit. He clawed his fingers into her tit flesh and made her huge nipple bulge.

"Gggrrruuumnim!"

Dina shivered when she felt the furious suction on her nipple hardened between his lips, firm and warm. "Ooooh, Ben! More. Suck in all the tit you can!"

Ben nodded, spreading his lips and sucking hard until he felt her thick hot nipple press against the roof of his mouth. His tongue rolled and swirled, digging and lashing at her bulging tit-meat. He still couldn't swallow it all – not even half.

It took both of his hands to cover her other tit. His fingers grasped and pulsed with burning delight. She moaned, writhing and arching to increase the mauling pressure of his hands and mouth.

Men had always loved the feel of Dina's unbelievably gorgeous tits, but no one had ever attacked them with the raging hunger of her young son.

Ben shifted, leaning across her, sucking down hard on her other tit. He stroked the tit he had just sucked, his thumbs twirling around her rigid nipple, which felt nearly as large as an egg.

Finally he had to pull away. His jaw ached, and he gasped for breath, "I just can't suck any more," he said. "Not for a little while."

"There's something else YOU could do," Dina said. "You could fuck my tits. I like that! I love to feel a thick hot cock between my titties."

"Oh, Jeeezzzuuus!" Ben couldn't figure out what she meant at first, but he knew by the tight, crooked smile on her lips that it must be something great.

"Take off your clothes," she told him. "I'll show you. I'll bet you've never had two tits big enough to fuck before."

Ben's cock began to swell when he first thought about getting his mouth on his mother's giant nipples. Now it ached and strained. While sucking, he'd been too absorbed to even think about his prick. Now it throbbed with desire.

Dina watched Ben strip off his clothes, breathing deeply, still warmed and tingled by the pull of his lips on her tits and the tense, fiercely excited grasp of his hands.

"You've got a beautiful thick cock," she told him. "Just right to stick between my big soft tits. See? When I press my tits together like this, it makes a tight, smooth fuckhole just like a pussy."

"Oooah, wow."

Ben watched her hands spread and press the two giant domes of her tits together until only a thin, soft slit remained between like a hairless young pussy.

The boy's thick cock leaped and throbbed as he sat astride her heaving belly. He stroked his prick with his hand, pumping and aiming at her obscene little slit.

"It's like a fucking baby's cunt," he groaned.

"But it's plenty big enough to take a man's cock," she purred in reply. "Come on, Ben – put your prick into Mommie's tit-cunt."

He lunged with a lusty grunt, and his swollen cockhead pressed into the narrow slit. It wasn't sleek and wet like pussy, but it was warm, soft and yielding. Dina relaxed the pressure of her hands until the whole length of his throbbing cock lay squeezed between her tits.

"Hhhhmmm, that's good," she said. "I can even feel your heartbeat."

Ben felt only the strange, clinging dry heat of her tits. He reared back with a sigh of pleasure and began fucking his cock in and out of her strange, wildly exciting fuckhole.

Dina gasped in response to each fuck-thrust. The bulging veins of her son's cock rippled the soft flesh she kept pressed around his prick like a cunt. Each plunging stroke of his fucker filled her with glowing warmth.

"I love to fuck this way!" she cried.

"Me too!"

Ben had never felt anything quite like it. Her smooth hot tit-flesh gripped his cock better than any pussy he'd ever tried. Each fuck-thrust made her moan with joy, and she pulsed her fingers to send quivering shocks of pleasure into his cock.

"I can make it even better," she whispered in a voice hoarse with desire.

She let up on her grip for a second, and Ben moaned sadly, the way he did sometimes when his prick slipped out of a wet cunt at the wrong time.

"Don't worry," she said. "It'll be better, you'll see."

Her fingers reached higher, pressing to turn her giant nipples inward. Then she squeezed until the two red tit-knobs almost touched, lost in the deep soft valley.

"Ooooh, GOD!"

Ben's next fuck-thrust pressed into the familiar little slit, but inside, he felt something entirely new. Her thick hot nipples grated on the sides of his cock.

"It's like a pussy with teeth!" he moaned.

"Big, soft, cock-loving teeth," she droned.

The pleasure was almost more than she could stand. She knew that she had far more tender nerves in her tits than in the depths of her cunt, and she loved the way a spearing cock made her titflesh tingle.

"AAAAHHHHHH… harder!" she cried. "Fuck me hard, Son. Make my big nipples burn!"

"I can't fuck any harder," Ben groaned. "God, my cock is coming out on the other side now!"

"Ooooh…" Dina tilted her head and watched his cock thrust in. The swollen knob of his prick burst out of the clinging slit and reached toward her chin. She gazed at his thick, reddish prickhead and wet her lips with an anxious sweep of her tongue.

"I'll make it better," she purred. "I'll make a hot place for all your cock!"

"How?" Ben asked. It looked like she'd mauled and twisted her tits as much as she could.

"Like this…" Dina craned her neck and sucked in her lips to pad her teeth. The next time Ben stabbed in with his cock, it slid between her firm nipples and plunged into the wet hollow of her mouth.

"Aaaahhhh!" the boy gasped. "It feels like real pussy now!" He thrust again and again, driving his prick deeper each time. "No… it's better than any cunt I ever fucked!"

He felt the strange, tingling friction of her bulging nipples, then the soft wet grasp of her lips. And then she began to lash at his cockhead with her tongue, snaking it up and down on his cum-slit.

"Shit… oooh, SHIT! I can't fuck much more. I'm going to cum. I'm going to shoot hot jism all over your face."

"No," she cooed between fuck-thrusts. "Just keep fucking. I'll take care of your cum."

Dina's tongue swirled again, taut and sinewy, begging for the taste of cum.

Ben's mind became a complete blur. He could think of nothing but the strange and delightful sensations sparking from his cock. Each thrust of his prick raked his mother's huge nipples and made her squirm joyously, gulping and moaning. Then his lunging cock sank into tiw slithering vise of wet heat. He didn't stop to think that it was his mother's mouth.

"Grruuunnngh! It's good. It's great!" he wailed. The steaming pressure in his nuts expanded quickly, making them tingle as they dragged up the soft, steep slope of his mother's tits. "I'm cumming now!"

"Huummmm," Dina moaned, pulling and sucking on the trembling knob of Ben's cock. He froze for an instant, his body wracked by the force of the silver jet of cum shooting up from his balls. He clenched to hold it back and enjoy the eerie strain as long as he could, then he lunged and let his prick fire.

"Aaaaggghhhh!"

He felt a rushing flow swell the cum pipe along the bottom of his thick cock. His hips jerked and he began fucking as bud as he could, whipping his prick in and out of Dina's mouth.

His mother tasted the salty-sweet cum each time he lunged. It splattered and rolled across her tongue, oozing back into the depths of her throat.

"Hhhhmmmmm," she purred.

Now it was her turn. She sucked joyously on her young son's cock and eagerly swallowed his gushing load of silver fuck-cream.

Ben kept fucking faster and faster, caught up in ecstasy. His mother's wet lips pulled and dragged on the thick shaft of his cock. Her tongue continued its wild dance, wet and slick with hot jism.

He lunged and drove his cock as deep in as he could, almost burying his balls in the narrow gash between Dina's heaving tits. She gulped and sucked as frantically as she could, but his big load of cum was more than she could swallow. Now she understood his frustration when he couldn't eat all of her huge tit.

Slick jizz bubbled and dripped from the sides of her mouth and slithered down her chin, and Ben kept pumping more. How much jism can he shoot? she wondered.

At last, the force of his searing jets of cum began to taper off. Dina smacked her lips and sucked hard. Even though her mouth was overflowing with jism, she wanted more.

Ben's vision began to clear as the pressure eased in his nut sac. He gazed down, then, and saw his thick cock gliding in and out of his mother's lips.

"Oooooh, God!" He felt a hard, sinking knot of revulsion deep in his gut. "I never meant to do that!"

"I know," Dina gurgled wetly, smiling as she sucked and licked up the last gleaming drop of cum. "But I'm glad you did. I liked sucking your cock as much as you liked eating my tits!"

"Yeah, but it's not right!"

"Neither is war, but it happens. At least what we did didn't hurt anyone."

"I-I guess not," Ben said with a lingering hint of doubt. His thick cockshaft was still between his mother's warm lips.

"You don't feel hurt, do you?" she asked, "N-n-no." He felt drained.

She smiled and licked the bulging head of his cock with slow, teasing strokes of her tongue. "I do… in away."

Ben cringed, fearful of what she might say. He almost jerked his glossy cock out of her grasp. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, we've been here all this time and you haven't even looked at my cunt."

"Your-your…" He couldn't bring himself to say the word.

"Wouldn't you like to fuck me, Ben? I mean really fuck me in the cunt?"

"My own mother?"

It was a weak protest. The eager lapping of her tongue was making his cock swell hard again. And when she first stripped off her clothes, he had noticed what a thick, dense spread of pussy hair she had. His cock swelled with a surge of fresh blood.

"No, I can't fuck you!" he said grimly.

"Of course you can. You came out of my pussy, you know what's the harm if you go back in?"

Ben shrugged, tossing his head in confusion. Somehow, none of this was working out right. He'd come here thinking he would shock his mother, but now she was shocking him.

"I'm a woman, Ben, I have needs."

Ben sighed. That's what he hadn't fully understood before. He'd never thought of his mother as a woman, a sexual creature with desires and urges to fuck as strong as his.

"What I need right now is your cock. Look how hard and strong it's getting." She twined her tongue around the puffed ridge of his mighty cockhead. "You want to fuck me, I know you do. Your cock is so hot I can feel it throb."

"Hhhhooo, shit!" he gasped.

She was right. He did want to fuck, and the way his cock was aching, he didn't give a damn who.

"Mike wouldn't hold back," she whispered softly. "I'll bet he'd be in my cunt right now… fucking and sucking on my big tits all at the same time."

"Grrruuunnngh!" Ben growled.

He slid down and knelt between her spread legs, eyeing her dark, richly furred pussy mound while he stroked his cock with his hand.

"I know Mike wants to fuck you," he said. "But, God damn it, I'm going to fuck you first!"

Dina smiled and felt her cunt squirm deep inside. "That's my boy!"

"I'm not a boy," he said firmly. He rubbed his bulging cockhead up and down in the wet mouth of her pussy.

"I know… I know! Fuck me, Ben. Fuck me as long and hard as you can. We've only got until midnight."

"What happens then?" He lashed her sleek cunt again.

Dina moaned, smiling slyly. "You'll see."

"Nowhere near," she told him.

She went on brushing her hair, letting the long strands spread across the shimmering white fur like tongues of flame blazing in the snow.

"Glad?" Mike sat up slowly, flashing a lewd grin. "I'm getting hot again just looking at you."

She sighed as she watched his cock swell hard, then she turned away. "You'd better get dressed."

"Dressed? What the hell for?" Mike scrambled off the bed and made a grab for her.

"Because we'll be having company soon." She spun out of his grasp and flashed a wicked grin. "Everybody comes to this suite to start the last round of fucking."

"Everybody?" Mike stood gaping. "You mean my parents too?"

She nodded, and her eyes flashed with a lewd glimmer. "It will be easier for you if you have your clothes on at first," she said. "And more fun later when somebody takes them off."

"Somebody like who?"

Mike still hadn't adjusted to the idea of his parents coming to a room still heavy with the scent of cum and female musk – a room where he'd just fucked his brains out with a sexy bitch-goddess old enough to be his mother.

Sharla gave him a sly look and shrugged. "I don't know… maybe Dina Franklin. Or Mary's mother. The last round is sort of a free-for-all. We all get together and do what we want most."

"My parents too?"

"Yes, Mike. Them too. What's the matter? You look white as a sheet."

"I-I can't," he said flatly. "I can't face my parents. Not here… not now."

"Mike, they know what we've been doing. Your dad and I talked about it earlier, thinking how great it would be if I fucked you. And he's been fucking my daughter all this time."

"And you don't mind?"

She parted her lips to speak, then paused to think. "I have to admit… it shocked me when you kids first arrived. But I think it's better this way than all of us sneaking around."

"Maybe… but Jesus, I could never fuck with my mother in the same room!"

"Ben's been alone with his mother all this time. What do you think they've been doing?"

Mike swallowed enviously as he pulled on his clothes. "I know what I'd have done with her big, beautiful tits!" His lips quivered just from thinking about it.

Sharla nodded, pinning like a conspirator. "And Dina would have done some things with those tits that you haven't even dreamed of."

A soft knock at the door broke off their conversation and left Mike dangling, wondering what it was Dina might do. The idea of them all being together to fuck and suck seemed far less disturb big now.

Sharla went to the door and fucked him a smile of understanding and encouragement as she undid the lock.

"Dina," she said brightly. "Mike and I were just talking about you."

Dina smiled. "I'm surprised. I didn't think you two would find time to talk at all."

"We almost didn't," Mike said. He was still tucking in his shirt.

"Well, don't waste time dressing now," Dina said. "I've got plans for you, Mike. BIG plans!" she breathed deeply, swelling her tits until they almost spilled from the fur-trimmed neckline of her gown.

Ben came into the room behind her, grinning sheepishly and sweeping his gaze across the floor. He hardly dared look at Sharla. She looked so sexy with her long, fiery hair streaming across the sleek white fur.

"Ben, don't look so shy," Sharla said. "I've been thinking a lot about you." She brushed against him as she turned to close the door, softly caressing his cheek with a swirl of red-gold hair.

"You-you have?" Ben thought surely she would pick one of the older men to start the last round.

"I just love a hot young cock that I can teach new things to," she said with a kittenish grin, running her fingers through the deep white fur draped over her pussy mound. "Oh, there's the door again."

Ben gulped, trying hard to swallow. He couldn't. His throat was dry with desire.

"Relax, old buddy," Mike whispered. "She's the best teacher I ever had!"

Ben pulled himself up, and his stern face split with a grin.

"My mom's pretty good too," Ben said proudly. "Hi, Paul. Hi, Mary." Sharla ushered them both into the room.

Brad and Salena arrived just as she was closing the door.

"Ooooh, this is going to be the best time ever!" Sharla said.

Salena could hardly believe how sexy her mother looked, and she felt a nervous pang of jealousy. Mary saw the look in her eyes and smiled.

"Salena, I never thought I'd see you lose your cool."

"We'll see how cool you are when your mother gets here," Salena shot back.

Sharla threw up her hands. "Hey, whoa! Why don't we all try to rein? You kids thought you were going to shock us old folks and maybe teach us a lesson by showing up here the way you did. I don't blame any of you for that. I can see now that it was wrong for us to lie and sneak around the way we did. But let's face it, you've been hiding your true feelings too."

"We've all been trying to sweep fucking under the rug like it was dirt that had to be hidden… and I say that's a bunch of shit, whether you're young or old. I like to fuck, and I don't give a shit who knows it! I'm not going to lie about it. I'm not going to hide it… I love to fuck, and I'm not afraid to say so any more! What about the rest of you?"

Nods and murmurs of approval began slowly. Only Mary remained stiff and silent. "I could say that now," she agreed. "But when my mother gets here… I don't know."

Sharla fought back a mocking laugh. "Your mother… you know what's wrong with her? She likes being fucked as much as I do… maybe even more. But she won't admit it. She grew up in a time when most girls were taught to endure fucking, not enjoy it. Times have changed, but she hasn't."

"Not yet," Mary whispered softly. The door creaked open behind Sharla, and Mary watched her mother enter the room. "Hi, Mom."

"Hello," Ellen said stiffly. The lusty gleam in her young daughter's blue eyes still shocked her.

"We've all been talking about you," Mary said with a sly and twisted grin.

"Ooooh?" Ellen shrank back against the door. They were all staring at her now, eyes agleam with a strangely sinister light.

"Don't anyone touch her." Mary said firmly. "Not until she screams… not until she begs for the cock she wants most."

The lithe young blonde shouldered her mother aside, snapped the lock and jammed it with a bobby pin.

"Mary, what are you doing?" Ellen rattled the door in a frustrated rage. It wouldn't budge.

"The masquerade is over, Mother. We're all waiting to see your true face."

"You're all crazy! You're insane with lust!" Ellen shuddered violently and grabbed her daughter's arm. "I ought to whip your impudent little ass!"

Mary faced her and said: "Maybe you should… if that's what turns you on."

"Ooooh, God!" Ellen pushed her await and cowered against the door.

"Brad, how about it? Would you like to spank my ass? I used to love it when my dad did that. I'd grind my little pussy on his knee and squirm when I felt the slap of his hand."

"Mary!" Ellen wailed.

"I like it best when my ass is bare." Mary reached back and pulled down the zipper of her gold-flecked gown.

"I've never liked pain very much," Dina told Mike. "But I just love to have my big tits sucked."

She pressed against him, pulling at the open V of his half-buttoned shirt, brushing the sleek black fur trimming of her gown against his bare chest.

"Aaaahhh!" Mike gasped, clamping his hands on Dina huge tits.

"Jeeezzzuuus!" Brad moaned. He still could not believe that his mother would act that way – not even after all they had done.

"That's nothing," Sharla whispered just loud enough for Ellen to hear. "Wait until I rub that hot thick cock of yours with silky white mink."

She pulled down the zipper of Ben's fly and dug in to find his thick cockroot.

Salena moaned and pressed her inviting pussy mound against Paul Franklin's stiffening cock. "You don't need any of that shit, do you, Paul? You just want to fuck the hottest cunt here."

"I've wanted to fuck you for a long time," he said freely.

Ellen cringed but could not turn away. She watched through slitted eyes awash with tears.

"You're all disgusting!" she cried. "You'll all burn in hell for this!"

"I know, Mother… and I believed all that fire and brimstone bullshit before I found out that you and Dad sneaked away once a month."

"I never wanted to!" Ellen insisted.

"That's bullshit too," Mary said. "If I burn in hell, it's going to be for getting fucked and loving it… not lying about it afterwards."

"You little bitch! What do you know? You were a stupid little cherry until tonight!" Ellen lunged, grabbed Mary's arm and wrenched her away from Brad.

The girl's blonde hair swirled, muffling her startled cry as she stumbled out of the gown bunched down around her knees.

"I've seen the way men look at you."

"And it made you jealous!" Mary screamed. "You couldn't stand it when the men started sniffing after my cherry cunt. The cocks you wanted were all hot after me… even my own father."

"You little slut!" Ellen shook her daughter violently.

But she knew what the girl said was true. Her daughter had seen through her mask of propriety. That made her madder still.

The young blonde wept, as Ellen began to shake her violently.

"Brad… Paul… Ben… Mike!" Mary cried. "God, somebody please fuck this miserable bitch and put her poor mind at ease!"

The men turned toward Ellen, naked and grinning. They kept stroking their hard cocks and leering as they moved near.

"NO!" Ellen screamed. She let go of Mary's arm and staggered back toward the door. "Leave me alone, I don't want to fuck any of you!"

Brad Winslow laughed softly and shook his head. "Nobody believes that, Ellen. Not even you."

He was leading the advance, glaring into her fluttering eyes and stroking his long hard cock with the coil of his right hand.

"Look how excited she is," Paul Franklin said. "Her tits are trembling, and her pussy mound is shaking like a volcano about to erupt."

"No!" Ellen flattened herself against the jammed door, squirming uncomfortably as the four males came near a quartet of cocks, all hot and throbbing.

"She sounds like I did at first," Mary said. "Yeah, she says no, but she keeps licking her lips," Ben said. His confidence swelled with his cock. "You'd like to suck on my thick cock, wouldn't you? You know it's the one that popped Mary's cherry and you'd love to know what it tastes like."

"Huunnngh!" Ellen groaned.

Her face twisted into a knot of disgust, but she kept looking from one cock to another.

"You've never had four pricks to choose from, have you, Ellen?" Paul asked.

"That's right." A thought just hit Brad. "She's always been the last one chosen for the first round."

"Yes… YES? You all want to fuck Sharla, or Dina and her huge tits. And how do you think that makes me feel? No woman likes to be treated like leftovers."

"I can understand that," Ben said. "I've been playing second fiddle all my life… until tonight," he added quickly. Mary and Dina both smiled and exchanged excited glances.

"I'm going to enjoy watching almost as much as being fucked myself," Mary said.

Sharla nodded. "That's why we get together like this for the last round. But Ellen has never enjoyed it like she will tonight."

Salena's lithe body quivered anxiously. "Come on, Ellen… make up your mind. Choose the cock you want most so we can watch you fuck!"

A taut grin slowly curved Ellen's lips. "I want Mike's hot prick."

"Hey, hey… you made the right choice!"

"And I want Ben's, and Paul's too!"

"Jeeezzzus," Salena moaned. "Leave a little prickmeat for us!"

Ellen went on as though she hadn't heard a word. It was the most exciting moment of her life. Her breath came in sharp gasps, and she could hardly get out the words.

"Mike… please fuck my cunt. Paul, I'd like to have your thick cock up my ass. And Ben…" She wet her quivering lips with a stroke of her tongue, "… I want to suck on that thick hairy prick of yours."

Mike took Ellen by the arms. She gasped anxiously and pressed her heaving pussy mound against his naked cockhead.

Paul steppcd arouud behind her and wedged his thick prick in the satin-sheathed crack of her ass. Then he tugged at the zipper of her dress and drew it down.

"Make it good, you guys!" Mary encouraged them all. "Make this fuck so good that I don't get any more shit from her!"

"We will," Ben answered with a smile. "We sure will!"

Brad turned to the other women and shrugged. "SO I'm the one left out," he said with pretended sadness. "Replaced by my own fucking son." Then his handsome face split with an ear tickling grin.

"It doesn't look like you mind all that much," Sharla said.

She reached out and consoled his throbbing cock with slow and rhythmic strokes of her hand.

"Why should I mind? The rest of you can all fight over me."

"You bastard!" Salena laughed. "You horny sonuvabitch. No way can you fuck all of us at once."

"But I'm sure willing to try."

Dina rubbed her massive tits across his chest. "I don't care who you fuck, just so you're sucking on my big tits when you cum."

"Fuck me!" Salena moaned. "I haven't had near enough of your great cock yet."

"And sweet little Mary hasn't had any at all," Brad reminded her.

Sharla released her pulsing grip on Brad's big cock and stepped aside, gathering the soft white folds of mink around her. "I'll let you two kids fight over his cock," she said graciously. "Go to it girls!"

"What's with her?" Salena asked. "I never thought my mother would pass up a chance to fuck."

"I don't think she's passing up anything," Mary said. Sharla was at the door, down on her knees working to free the jammed lock. "When I locked the door to keep my mother in, I locked your father and mine outside."

"Mother… you're a bitch! A clever, sexy bitch!"

Sharla smiled as she freed the door. "I've been trying to tell all you young wontons… you've still got some things to learn."

Mary and Salena both sighed and reached for Brad's stiff cock. "Teach us, Brad! Show us all we need to know!"

"Hhhhmmmmm," Brad said as he began to pump his hips.

Mary's soft hand curled around the base of his cock. Salena held his prickhead in a fluid, pulsing curl.

"It's going to take all night," he said happily.

"It's going to take a lot longer than that," Sharla called from the doorway. "But at least now we can have class more than once a month."

She stood up then and opened the door.

"Dad!" Mary and Salena gasped in unison.

Their hands slid from Brad's cock as they exchanged glances. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Salena asked.

"I think so," Mary said with a lewd grin. "Dina… Brad is all yours. Look how big and hard we got his cock for you."

Behind them on the bed, Mike lay facing Ellen, fucking into her cunt with strong, deep thrusts. Paul Franklin pumped his enormously thick cock in and out of her ass with the same driving rhythm.

Ellen shivered with spasms of delight. She would have been wailing lewd cries of supreme satisfaction, but Ben's thick cock plugged her throat and bottled the sound inside.

"DO YOU want to fuck your father or mine?" Salena whispered to Mary.

"Doesn't matter how we start," Mary said. "We'll fuck them both before this night is through."

"My wife should be coming too," Brad said.

"Not before I do," Dina purred, pulling don the top of her dress.

"Brad, I don't mind sucking cunt for the first round… but what am I supposed to do until your wife gets here?" Sharla asked.

"Why don't you take a few instant pictures?" Mike said with an easy grin. "After all, that's what got this fuck-session started."

Sharla sighed deeply. Then she laughed. They all laughed. Even Ellen, with her mouth stuffed full of cock.

Content

John Friday
Swapping families

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE