Dennis Carlisle

Family affair

CHAPTER ONE

Lois Baxter lay in bed, the covers drawn up around her waist. Next to her, her husband Bret snored loudly. As was his practice, he wore no pajamas, sleeping in the nude. He had kicked the bedclothes off of him and Lois looked over with a faint smile on her lips.

Bret was lying on his back. His hard muscular and hairy chest rose and fell as he breathed evenly. But what pleased Lois even more was his massive morning cockstand. Her husband's pecker rose straight up, past his navel, resting against his chest, half-hidden in the curly thicket of dark black body hair.

She gazed at it fondly, glancing once again at the alarm clock. It was nearly seven. She knew she'd have to get up and make breakfast, see that the kids got to school on time. But she wasn't quite ready. She moved the blankets down and slipped one hand under her nightgown, touching herself, reassuring herself that she was still attractive, still a hot piece of ass at thirty-four.

That's what comes of marrying young, she thought to herself.

She had been a child bride, more or less. Now, she was the mother of two teenagers, fifteen-year-old Gary and seventeen-year-old Gail. Two handsome well-built youngsters. She remembered holding them in her arms, nursing them at her breasts, and smiled, wondering where all the years had gone.

But I shouldn't complain, she said to herself, running the tips of her fingers up and around her pubic mound. Her cunt felt damp and slightly warm and she lay back and closed her eyes, thinking of the workout Bret had given her the night before.

Even after living with her for seventeen years, he was still insatiable, still an animal in bed. Not a night had passed that he hadn't taken her and her fingers grazed along her hairy split, fondling the puffy swollen lips of her matronly snatch. Then, easing the finger down, she dipped it right inside, feeling the knobby button of her clitoris, rising up from the folds of her vulva.

She shivered involuntarily, pushing her finger in farther until she felt the slick wet walls of her vagina. Her muscles began to work, as if to hold the finger in place as she moved it in circles, feeling a rush of warmth bathing her loins.

Again, she looked at her husband. But it was more with hunger than with fondness. She gazed at his huge erect cock and reached out, running her fingers up and down the hard swollen shaft. It pulsated in her hand and she suddenly grasped it firmly, barely able to get her fingers around it, it was so thick. Bret mumbled in his sleep, but still lay there inert and snoring.

So nice, so nice and hard. It fills me up so much, she thought to herself, determined to have a little pleasure before starting the workaday chores that seemed to constitute her daily existence.

Getting up, crouching, in front of her husband and still keeping her finger sloshing in and out of her rapidly dampening hole, Lois quickly straddled the man who lay sleeping before her. Lowering her head, she thrust out the tip of her raspy tongue and slowly licked the round bulbous head of her husband's cock.

A pearly drop of pre-come shone on the slit of his piss-hole and she licked it off as he mumbled louder, awakening slowly. Then, carefully, she lowered her mouth over the blood-engorged fistful that was the head of his cock. Her mouth stretched wide and from years of practice she knew exactly how to manipulate Bret's massive tool.

Bending still lower, she sucked in half of his cock, creating a deliciously tight suction as she scraped the edges of her front teeth along his meaty shaft. He yawned and his eyelids fluttered open as he looked down at her, smiling at the sight of his wife sucking him off.

"Good morning," he whispered, watching as she bobbed her head up and down, taking more and more of his thick pecker into her wide gaping mouth. "Man, that sure feels fantastic."

Lois' mouth was filled with cock-meat and she said nothing. Her finger was working rapidly as she frigged herself and she was getting hotter and hotter as she sucked on her husband's rigid dick, using one hand to fondle the massive and pendulous sac which hung between his legs.

"Oh baby, you're gonna make me come," he whispered to her, running his hands down to his groin, pressing them flat to make his cock stand out even more. "Oh yes, harder, sugar. Let me cream, let me shoot right into your mouth."

Her pussy was already filling with juice, pungent musky cunt juice which matted the fleecy hairs of her pubic thatch. Her breasts hung free inside her nightgown, the nipples pointing forward, hard and firm.

I never can get enough of this, she thought to herself as she inhaled his sweaty masculine odor and moved her lips and tongue back and forth, covering every last inch of his hard-on. She could tell that he was getting more and more excited, for his breath came out in little gasps and he kept arching his hips, pumping his cock in and out of her mouth.

Sucking in her cheeks, she nibbled delicately on the crown of his pecker and he groaned fiercely, reaching out to grab hold of her boobs. He squeezed them between his fingers, feeling the nipples swelling underneath her nightgown.

"Oh baby, baby," Bret kept groaning, watching her as she fingered her pussy and blew him, both at the same time. "Lift your nightgown. Let me see your cunt."

Lois did exactly what he asked. She raised her nightgown up, tucking it around her waist so that her pussy was fully exposed. Her clit poked out between the outer lips, hard and throbbing from side to side.

Her fingers moved in and out quickly as she tried to bring him off. And when she moved her fingers down past his nuts, down to the coarse-haired anal chink that was wet and hot, Bret stiffened, readying himself.

"That's it," he groaned. "Tickle my prostate. Oh shit I'm gonna shoot, Lois, I'm gonna fucking cream. Let me see your cunt, nice, so nice and wet looking."

She showed him the puffy ruby-red lips of her snatch, and how her finger moved in and out. She spread the lips farther apart to reveal her clitoris and at the sight of it he seemed to go insane, lunging forward with his out-stretched hand. He rolled the little finger of cunt-flesh between his thumb and forefinger and, at the same time, Lois shot a moistened finger up into his asshole.

Bret stiffened and his low-pitched moans and whimpers of pleasure turned to loud guttural hisses as he felt his nuts tightening, contracting as if an unseen hand was squeezing them. As for Lois, she had nearly reached the peak of her pleasure and she frigged herself even more rapidly as her husband worked on her clit.

"Now, now!" he suddenly shouted out in a hoarse raging voice.

Her mouth pressed hard on his cock. Her finger slammed into his anus and his cock seemed to explode in her mouth as she felt the first jet of milky-white jism searing the inside of her cheeks. Swallowing it down, she began to shake as her own climax came over her. She was moaning and tossing on the bed, coming simultaneously with him, her mouth filling up with hot sticky come.

Swallowing down as much as she could, listening to him snorting like a bull in heat, she felt a tidal wave of excitement and erotic pleasure washing over her, bathing her body in a soft sensual glow. More and more come spurted thickly into her mouth. Bret's pecker throbbed violently and, at last, he fell forward, pulling his fingers away from her snatch.

Carefully, lest she hurt him with her finger-nail, she withdrew the finger that had been pistoning into his ass. Then, taking a final lick and swallowing yet another – albeit feeble – gush of semen, she lay back against his chest, trying to catch her breath.

"You still give the fucking greatest blow-job in the business," he complimented her with a laugh, sucking on her nipples for a fleeting second before bounding out of bed. His cock hung down between his legs and as he turned towards the bathroom, Lois drew herself up and looked at him, wondering why she still wanted more, wondering why she had always wanted more than he was willing to offer.

This sense of being cheated, of missing out on something, followed her down the stairs into the kitchen. By the time her family was assembled at the breakfast table, she was just emerging from her funk. She sat down opposite her husband, whose face was buried behind the morning paper.

Such a fucking typical American family, she thought to herself, a note of anguish and unvoiced bitterness creeping into her mind.

Passing the toast, she stared at her children. The very sight of them pleased her. They were growing up quickly, maybe too quickly, and she tried to imagine the things she herself had felt at their age. Gary was tall, dark-haired like his father, a football player with an appetite enough for two grown men. At fifteen, he looked two or three years older.

She recalled going into his room a few mornings before. Something had been tenting up the blankets to an enormous degree and she knew enough to leave him undisturbed. He had ceased to be her little boy and sometimes, when she thought he wasn't looking, she would gaze at the prominent bulge that always seemed to be behind the fly of his skin-tight blue jeans.

A man already, she said to herself. I wonder if he's still a virgin. Shit, with a cock like that, if I was a girl his age I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off him.

"I won't be home for supper," her daughter Gail told her. "I'm going to be cramming with an exchange student from school."

"Okay, dear," Lois replied, nodding her head, smiling fondly at her blonde-haired daughter.

Cramming for what? she asked herself. Cramming his meat into her pussy, more than likely.

For at seventeen, Gail had the lush ripe kind of body that had first attracted Bret to his wife. She looked like a younger version of her mother, only thinner, more svelte. Disdaining bras, she wore tight little skinny-rib sweaters that showed off her boobs, the nipples always pressing against the material, displaying everything she had to offer.

More than once Lois had caught her husband looking at his daughter with a little more than just fatherly pride. She wondered if he was hot for her, with her perfect round little bottom and the sexy way she paraded herself around the house in mini-pajamas, the bottoms always left unworn in a dresser drawer.

"Don't forget about the plumbers," Bret told his wife just before he left for the office.

"What plumbers?" she asked.

"How many times do I have to remind you? To fix the leaking pipe in the basement," he said with annoyance.

"Oh sure, sure," she mumbled, kissing him on the cheek and waving good-bye.

Left alone in the house, she made herself another cup of coffee. And the question, the question kept rising up in her mind: What do I want and why can't I be satisfied with just one man, one hot-blooded healthy animal of a husband?

About an hour later, she was still sitting in the kitchen, day-dreaming and staring out into the back yard. Lois hadn't bothered to change and she still wore the thin negligee she had slept in all night. But when the doorbell rang she jerked to attention.

The fucking plumbers, she thought to herself, irritated that she would have to stay in all morning to supervise the work and make sure they took care of everything properly.

Opening the door, she smiled, staring at a tall Negro man and his partner, a squat and burly Mediterranean type. They introduced themselves, the black man reaching out to shake Lois' hand, saying, "I'm Monroe and this here is Tony."

She showed them down to the basement, standing at the top of the stairs as they lugged down their tools. There was nothing else for her to do and feeling a bit lonely and sorry for herself, Lois decided to wash the dishes and clean up later. She followed them down to the finished den, hoping to strike up a conversation and get into a better frame of mind.

Sitting down on a moldy leather couch, she watched them unpack their things. And the more she looked at them, the black man and his muscular partner, the more she thought about what it might be like to have sex with them. She decided she was acting like a kid, for she hadn't slept with anyone other than her husband. In all the years they had been married she had been perfectly faithful.

In fact, she had never even looked at another man with lust or desire. But somehow, it was different today. The sense of loss, the gnawing doubt that had been with her all morning, emerged and crystallized. Then, she remembered how her neighbor had told her about a friend of hers, a woman who had been raped by a Negro. Later, she had admitted that she had rather liked the experience and that the guy had the most enormous prick she had ever seen in all of her life.

When her neighbor had mentioned this to her, Lois hadn't paid it much mind, but now that she watched Monroe and Tony, it all came back to her.

She wondered if what she had always heard about blacks was true. Someone was always saying that they were better in bed, more physical, more animal-like. And always it was told how much better endowed they were, much more hung than white guys. Glancing up at them, she noticed how muscular and solid they both appeared.

Dressed in overalls, already working on the leaky pipe, Monroe bent over and it surprised her that she found herself staring at his ass, wondering at the firm shape of his bottom and how his thickset thighs were muscled so well as he reached down to find one of his tools.

Like two brick shit-houses, she thought to herself, saying aloud, "Are your guys married?"

They looked back at her and smiled. "Nope. Two bachelor-boys," they admitted, grinning at her in an open and friendly manner.

Lois then said, "Two big handsome brutes like you!" surprised at her own daring. "I don't believe it."

"It's the truth, all right," Tony told her. "Much better playin' the field, if you know what I mean."

Lois began to laugh. "Sure, I know all about sowing oats," she kidded them. "But I bet the ladies fall all over you." She got up from the couch and moved towards them. The nightgown hung loosely around her and she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

I'm getting as bad as Gail, she said to herself as she came up to Monroe, the taller of the two workmen. He had coffee-colored skin and a strongly angular face.

Almost as if she was possessed, Lois reached out and felt the man's biceps. He looked at her curiously, but said nothing. "Man, that's what I call muscle," she told him admiringly. "You're really built. I bet you lift weights, shit like that."

"Just comes natural, I guess," he replied, slightly ill at ease.

She noticed his discomfort, but went on, "Well if you don't, then I bet you have flab like my husband," she lied, for Bret was in perfect physical shape. She punched him playfully in the stomach.

Shit, he's hard as a fucking rock, she marveled.

It seemed that the more she looked at them, Monroe in particular, the crazier she became. She was suddenly overwhelmed by curiosity and excitement. The need to know whether the black guy was really hung or not began to consume her and she had an instant image of both of them attacking her, taking her, raping her and fucking the shit out of her.

There was something raw and savage about both of them that appealed to Lois incredibly. Their eyes seemed to burn like fiery coals and their very presence began to give her the chills. But it wasn't chills of fear. No, for she could feel her pussy getting hot and itchy and she recognized the signs of her growing physical excitement, excitement which seemed to mount and grow more intense with each passing minute.

"I bet you could both use a nice cold drink," she suddenly suggested. "It certainly is hot down her without any ventilation. Please, make yourselves comfortable. Take your shirts off if you like."

Leaving them with that notion, she hurried upstairs and returned a few minutes later with three glasses of bourbon and water. Monroe told her that they never drank on the job.

"What's a little drink among friends," Lois giggled, clinking glasses with them. And as they drank, she shivered, noticing that Monroe was slowly unbuttoning his work shirt. He pulled it off and his chest was bare, naked and thickly muscled. Lois decided that Bret couldn't compare, for the black man seemed to have an incredibly proportioned body.

"Holy shit!" she said aloud, moving up to him and gathering her courage. "You're really a piece of beef cake, aren't you?" and as she laughed, trying to hide her nervousness, she reached out and ran the tips of her fingers up and down across the man's chest, scraping her nails over his small and inverted nipples.

Monroe looked down at her, inflated his chest and suddenly started laughing. He put down his glass, stepped back and began posing. Lois watched him rippling his muscles until she thought she would go nuts, she was so turned on. Monroe was a brute of a man, big, heavy and overpowering.

Watching his partner, Tony said that he didn't think Monroe was such hot shit. He too removed his shirt, despite Monroe's boasts that he had the better physique. Lois noticed that Tony, despite the fact that he was shorter than his friend, was built almost identically. Except for the fact that his skin was olive-colored and his chest was amazingly hirsute, almost bear-like.

The two of them could have posed for a muscle-building magazine, she decided as they stood before her. When she thought they weren't looking, she glanced down at her body, pleased to see her nipples perking up, pointing straight ahead and pressing against the material of her thin and loose-fitting nightgown.

Standing before them, holding her breath, Lois waited for them to jump on her. But at first, they didn't do anything. They were both strangely silent and finally, when she couldn't take the suspense, she opened her mouth. What came out even surprised her, for she had never spoken to a man that way before, especially a black man. "Hey," she said gaily, waving her empty glass in the air. "I'm curious, Monroe. Is it true what they say about you guys?"

"What?" he asked her, narrowing his eyes, suddenly attentive.

She noticed how he stared at her, his gaze directed at her boobs. "Well you know… I've heard that… well, that you really have incredibly sized equipment!" Hiding her sudden nervousness in laughter, Lois watched the men looking at each other as if exchanging signals.

Then, they turned back to her, smiling curiously. "Monroe here is really not to be believed," Tony told her. "Isn't that so, Monroe?"

Monroe winked at her conspiratorially. "No one's ever complained," he admitted, reaching down to pat his crotch.

Lois' head was swimming and she felt drunk, drunk and giddy and incredibly turned on. "No kidding?" she said, rather cynically. "I don't believe it."

"Show her, Monroe," Tony said, carried away, still staring at Lois' tits as she kept her hands on her hips, spreading apart the folds of material across her breasts. He could see the smooth white skin of her belly and the prominent dark triangle of her snatch.

Monroe looked at his partner and then back to Lois. "You sure you know what it is you want to see, lady?" he asked.

"Sure," she replied. "We're all friends, isn't that so? I mean, I've been hearing about this for years now. I might as well find out. It's either now or never, the way I see it."

"Now, not never," he said softly, his ebony skin gleaming as she noticed that trickles of sweat were dripping down his armpits. His muscular chest made her faint with desire and Lois watched him, holding her breath as Monroe's hands went down to his belt buckle, undid it and slowly unzipped his pants.

"You sure about this?" he asked again, staring at her intently.

Lois nodded her head. Her throat was suddenly dry, and she was unable to speak as Monroe unbuttoned his work pants and slowly edged them down off of his hips. They dropped to the floor and no one spoke. But her eyes bugged out, for hidden inside the man's thin cotton undershorts was a massive thick pole, jutting forward and tenting up his briefs as if he had stuffed a fucking pipe in his drawers.

"Go on, Monroe," his partner said, looking down at the projection in the other man's shorts.

Somehow it was already hard and Lois felt her pussy burning, itching and twitching violently as she studied the outline of the Negro's massive hard-on. She wondered if they could see much of her cunt behind the nightgown and as she stared at Monroe, sucking in her breath and saying nothing, nothing at all, he edged the tips of his fingers into the elastic waistband and pulled his underwear down until it fell around his ankles.

"Holy motherfucking shit!" she said between her suddenly clenched teeth, gaping incredulously at the most enormous penis she had ever seen, let alone imagined. It rose up against the man's stomach, stiff and hard, the color of his skin and crowned with a plum-shaped cock-head that was as big around as a fucking baseball.

Then, smiling at her, cocking his head to one side, Monroe grabbed hold of his pecker, curling his fingers around it as he nodded to his friend. Tony immediately began to take off his pants and as Lois watched, hypnotized and unable to move, Monroe stroked his dong up and down with his long black fingers.

His cock seemed to swell, to get even longer and thicker. It was much bigger than her husband's and Lois felt that she had been cheated all the years she had been married. She had this incredibly burning desire to have it inside of her, to feel this massive black pole of meat tearing up into her hot itching pussy. Already, her cunt was dripping, the juices covering the curly hairs surrounding her mound as she pulled her nightgown up over her hips, over her head, dropping it to the floor.

She was now totally naked and Tony stepped out of his pants, pulled down his jockey shorts and presented his penis to her as well. It was, she decided, almost as handsome and impressive as Monroe's, a dark ivory color with a round blood-engorged glans and a thickly braided and veiny shaft. His nuts were smaller and heavier than his friend's, a tight wrinkled sac that hung between his brawny hirsute thighs.

They both stood looking at her, staring at her cunt as she bowed her legs slightly and the outer fleshy lips spread apart, revealing the hot pink interior of her snatch.

"Is it true what they say about black guys?" Monroe asked her, a smug expression on his face as he fondled his cock with one hand, looking at her pussy and smacking his lips with obvious pleasure.

Lois nodded her head as Monroe moved up to her. Taking her in his arms, he gripped her savagely around the waist so that his huge swollen hard-on rubbed up against her snatch. Then, he thrust an unbelievably long tongue right into her mouth, licking and sucking as she felt Tony pressing himself against her back, rubbing his cock in the crevice between the smooth and round white checks of her ass.

"We're gonna do a number on you, baby," Monroe promised, curling his tongue around hers, flattening her lips as his hands moved down and he squeezed her tits, kneading and groping her flesh.

And Tony said to her, "We're going to make you love every fucking minute," his pecker slipping up and down the warm moist crack of her ass as he sucked on her neck, his hands encircling her and squeezing the skin along the inside of her thighs.

Lois shivered involuntarily as she felt Tony's hands edging closer and closer to her feverish pussy. The whole thing was too unreal and she felt faint, dizzy, unable to control herself. Here she was, suddenly being ravished by two super-hung men, each of them brandishing good nine-inchers, at the very least.

She couldn't control her rapidly mounting excitement and pressed her hips up against Monroe's muscular thighs, grinding her smooth belly against him so that the shaft of his pecker slipped up and down along her moist vaginal furrow. It wedged hotly against her clitoris and the little knob of cunt-flesh began to tingle, pulsating violently as it felt the combined friction and pressure of Monroe's mammoth-sized penis.

"Yes, yes," Lois moaned. "It feels so big, so good. I need it so much. All of it. Give it to me, put it in me!"

"You dig my big black cock, don't you?" Monroe whispered, pulling away from her and crouching down, his face in front of her cunt.

Spreading her legs apart as Tony continued to rub against her back, his hands squeezing and toying with her boobs, fondling the nipples, Lois watched the black man spreading apart the widely gaping lips of her pussy and thrusting in the tip of his tongue.

"Eat me!" she suddenly yelled. "Stick your tongue in, suck on it. Make me hot, oh make me beg for it, make me beg!"

Monroe glued his mouth to her dripping split and his tongue pistoned in and out with rapid jabbing strokes. He curled it around Lois' stiff-standing little clit and she thought she would have convulsions, it felt so good. The hot raspy surface of the man's tongue made her clitoris throb with an agonizing delight and so she arched her legs even more, spreading them wide apart as the black man pushed his mouth, lips and tongue, closer and closer against her twat.

"Suck on it," Tony encouraged the other man, saying, "Give it to her, make it nice and juicy and then we'll both stuff our cocks in, one after another. Shit, but she's got a beautiful fucking ass. I'd just love to get inside it." Then, he bent down behind her and Lois felt his hands spreading apart the cheeks of her bottom.

Then, his hot slobbering tongue dived right up against her anal chink, licking and tonguing until it reached her asshole. She was shivering now as she felt the man's mouth sucking on her ass, chewing the coarse pubic hairs which grew in the crevice between the cheeks of her bottom.

She heard Tony smacking his lips and felt him swirling his tongue around her puckered asshole. He licked the folds and creases, probing deeper and deeper until she relaxed and it began to open up for him. Then, when Lois relaxed totally, giving in to all her wildest desires, she felt Tony's tongue slipping up inside her rectum.

He kept licking and sponging the walls of her ass as he groaned and panted with incredible delight, rimming her until she could barely stand on her feet. And as her bottom-hole was being plundered so delightfully, Monroe never stopped working on her cunt. His mouth moved back and forth and his lips and tongue roamed over every inch of her pussy, slurping and lapping up her juices as they kept trickling down and the heat built up in her groin. It was a smoldering insistent fire of lust and unequaled passion and she suddenly cried out, "I can feel you everywhere! Everywhere. Up in my ass, sucking, eating me out, everywhere. Oh, I want both of your cocks so much. I want to taste them, to feel them in me!"

She was suddenly lowered to the floor and as Monroe stretched out in front of her, working on her pussy until she thought she would explode, Lois watched Tony quickly straddling her, holding his enormous thick piece of meat with one hand.

"Taste it, baby," he said with a grin, leaning forward as Lois thrust out her tongue, lashing it hotly and quickly across the man's round swollen cock-head. Tony pushed forward slowly and she stretched her lips wide, taking in more and more of his big hot cock until she could barely swallow.

Then, he eased it half out, cupping his nuts in one hand. Slowly, working up a tempo, a steady rhythm, he pushed forward again, ramming his pecker into her mouth as she sucked on it greedily, thirstily, savoring the taste of his hot excited manhood as it moved back and forth between her lips, in and out of her wide sucking mouth.

"Thata girl," he continued. "Suck on it. Suck on my prick and make it good and hard. Shit, I'm so fucking hot for you. I just love the way your mouth grabs hold of my meat and sucks it dry. Keep moving, baby, back and forth. Suck it all the way in and taste it. Taste my big fat cock!"

Lois' mouth was filled with cock-meat. Her tongue encircled the man's shaft, licking it anxiously and feeling the thick blue-black veins throbbing and pulsating underneath the stretched and highly inflamed skin of Tony's dick. As for Monroe, he didn't stop.

He held her legs up and lashed his tongue down her vaginal furrow, sucking on her ass and thrusting it in a good four inches until she screamed out, feeling the black man's tongue roaming up inside her rectum. It slobbered against the walls of her anus as she kept arching her hips up, pumping and humping at the air. Then, when she thought she would come, unable to stop the burning and tingling in her pussy, Monroe pulled his mouth away and moved back, staring down between her legs.

"I'm gonna fuck the living shit out of you, lady," he said, enunciating each word perfectly so that she heard him and trembled, unable to wait another second.

Monroe watched his friend wiggling his ass back and forth, plowing into the woman's mouth with faster and faster strokes. Lois gulped loudly and tried to catch her breath, but she didn't have any time. Tony's cock was stuffed inside her mouth and up against her cheeks, filling her throat as she licked it joyously.

She reached up and ran her hands over the swarthy man's hard muscular body, his muscles thrilling her as he kept pumping his tool into her mouth. And when she heard the black man calling out to her, she shivered once again, knowing that she was powerless to control herself, powerless to stop the fierce flow of passion which made her loins glow with lust and uncontrollable desire.

CHAPTER TWO

"I'm gonna ram my tail right into your hairy muff." Monroe told her, loud enough for her to hear and tremble at his words. "I'm gonna fill you with so much cock that you won't be able to move. And then I'm going to pump it in and out, slowly at first, and then faster and faster until you'll think your pussy's on fire."

Yes, she thought. Do it, don't wait. Screw, ball me, shove it in until I burst, until I can taste it in my mouth.

"Oh baby, you're gonna beg for more," he kept promising her. "You're gonna do anything, anything we ask. Because you've never had a fuck like the one I'm gonna give you. You've never felt what it's like to have a black guy thrusting his cock right up between your leg's, his big thick black cock, babe. Bigger and thicker than any fucking cock you've ever seen or felt!"

Yes, yes, she kept thinking, pumping her hips up and down, her legs spread wide as her mouth was filled to the gills with Tony's thick pulsating dick. Indeed, the man never stopped moving, taking hold of Lois' hands and directing them to the round swollen bag between his thighs.

She fondled his nuts and toyed with the stem, the base of his cock as it moved in and out of her mouth. Then, Lois felt the black man lifting her legs and she glanced around Tony to see Monroe slowly lowering himself down against her.

Tony lifted one leg and turned sideways, pivoting around so that Lois had to bend her head all the way back, still sucking on his cock as he crouched behind her, allowing his friend to get on top of the woman's lush and highly excited body.

"Sure gonna be a tight fit," the big black stud said with a laugh. "You've got a hot sweet little box, lady. I'm gonna fill it with cock until you scream for more, for more and more of my tail."

Then, with a grin stretched across his wide sensuous lips, Monroe braced himself on the palms of his hands and pushed down. As Lois watched, breathless with anticipation, she saw the fistful of cock-head slipping forward, moving against her vaginal furrow and wedging tightly inside, up against her clitoris and vulva.

Monroe held himself rigid, unmoving, his pecker stroking gently, slowly and tantalizingly until Lois pushed her hips up as much as she could, trying to get the Negro's cock all the way down inside of her. Seeing how turned on she was, Monroe shoved down with a hard brutal force.

He knocked her breath away as Lois felt her tissues stretching. Her hole was expanding incredibly, almost to the breaking point as if, within another second, it would rip apart, spurting blood all over her thighs.

But it never happened. Her body adjusted itself as more and more of Monroe's cock slipped inside, banging against the walls of her twat as it plowed a hot tunnel down into the depths of Lois' womb. She couldn't move.

Her mouth was stuffed with cock and now her cunt was jammed, packed with hard burning meat until she thought she would be split in half. Monroe clenched his teeth, concentrating as he plunged down with a violent penetrating thrust. He slammed every last inch of his penis into place between the lips of the woman's vagina.

Grinding his hard hairy belly against her mound, he stayed where he was, looking up at her. "How does it feel?" he asked. "How does it feel to have cock everywhere, all the way in, tight as a drum?"

Slowly, he eased himself up, pulling his cock five or six inches out of her bole and then ramming it in again. He kept stroking into her that way, shoving down hard and pulling out gently as his buttocks quivered with each fresh insertion. Lois felt herself being stretched wide as a gaping toothless mouth. Harder and harder the man moved his cock, plunging in and out with a reckless abandon, a speed that seemed to make her cunt burn as she lifted her legs, locking her ankles around Monroe's throbbing black buttocks.

She was being held immobile, rigidly in place. Suddenly, Tony screamed out, "Shit, baby! Now, suck on it, suck my cream down! Oh shit, swallow my come! What a fucking mouth. Holy Mother, I'm shooting, shooting!"

Lois could feel the man's penis throbbing inside of her mouth and as she glued her lips to it, still conscious of Monroe's penis plowing in and out of her pussy, Tony exploded. He shook and groaned loudly as suddenly a great spurt of hot white cream gushed between her lips, splattering inside her mouth.

Lois tried to swallow his semen down as fast as it came. One shot followed another as her mouth filled up and Tony's cock kept ejaculating. Bullet-like wads of jism cascaded into her throat and she swallowed quickly, feeling the man's hot salty come trickling down her throat like oil or syrup. And all the time he came, Tony kept ramming his meat in and out of her mouth until it hit the back of her throat and she gagged.

Hearing her, he still didn't stop. His cock was spurting like a fire-hose gone out of control and he held her head in place, panting and whimpering as his eyes rolled up. The force, the sheer power of Tony's orgasm amazed her, for Lois recalled that Bret had always come rather quickly, and certainly not as loudly or vocally.

Finally, the come trickled down and with a final feeble spurt, his cock was milked totally dry. Tony didn't move, keeping it in Lois' mouth until some of the trapped blood was released and it got smaller and less thick, less hard. Then, when his pecker was limp, Tony pulled it out of her mouth and fell back on the floor, breathing hard.

It was then that Lois felt Monroe really going into action, for he gripped her suddenly with a viciousness and raw animal energy that made her heart beat wildly. Thrusting his cock down into her snatch, harder and faster than ever before, he grabbed her as Tony leaned over to watch, staring intently as his partner's cock whistled in and out of the woman's wide dripping hole.

"Fill me with come!" she begged him, staring into his glazed and dilated, almost feverish, eyes. "Give me more, more!"

Monroe was tossing, moaning as he rolled from side to side on top of her. "Use your cunt muscles, hold me down in place!"

Lois clamped and unclamped her muscles, making the walls of her cunt flutter as she tightened the width of her hole, narrowing the circumference as she felt the heat and friction building up incredibly. It was as if her vagina was an oven and she felt ready to come, no longer in control of her senses.

She kept screaming for more as she heard the black man groaning louder, seemingly piercing her very insides, her gut, with each brutal and forceful thrust. His penetrating jabs kept her glued to the floor and when Lois felt her climax mounting, she told him to come with her, the two of them creaming together.

She was sobbing, screaming, "Please, fuck me. I feel your cock everywhere. It's so big, so black and thick. Your big black body, you big black stud. You animal, give it to me, more, harder!"

Babbling almost incoherently, she heard Monroe laughing, gnashing his teeth as she felt his heavy pendulous nuts whacking against her upraised bottom. They felt like a fist, landing blow after blow against her ass as he hurtled down on her, drilling her to the floor. It was as if his cock had gone berserk.

"Cream, baby," Tony called out. "Fill her up with your juice. Shit, look at her move. She's going nuts! Fuck the shit out of her, harder, Monroe, harder!"

Then, Lois began to come.

She was moaning at the top of her voice, writhing on the floor and unable to speak as a great roar filled her ears and her cunt was splattered with Monroe's come. He gripped her close and his semen rushed out thickly. His cock was spurting and his climax made him hammer blow after blow into her until his belly hairs became entangled in her own curly pubic bush.

"What a fuck, man," he groaned. "What a tight hot fucking cunt. I'm shooting, coming, creaming! Holy shit motherfucker she's burning me with that tight-assed pussy!"

Lois' snatch was drenched and as she lay on the floor, coming as well, she felt Monroe's cream dripping out of her hole, it was filled so completely with his huge and copious emission. Monroe kept his cock in place as it throbbed inside her vagina. He drooled and his spittle trickled down his chin as he trembled all over, shaking as if he was having a fit. His muscles went spastic and his legs shot out as Lois felt the overwhelming energy and force, the virility of the Negro's climax.

No orgasm had ever affected her as much.

And as for her own climax, it left her weak and exhausted on the floor as Monroe finally pulled his limp tool out of her pussy and lay back, breathing deeply, his eyes closed and his hard muscular chest rising and falling.

Lois thought that would be the end of it. But she never realized that what she had heard from her neighbor was the truth. For Monroe, and even Tony, were insatiable. They, were greedy, hungry for more. They weren't about to stop now that they had started something.

Before she could even get to her feet, she saw them edging closer and closer to her, until she felt their hot excited breath bearing down on her body. "Don't run away, lady," Monroe said to her, leaning forward and licking his way back and forth across her pendulous boobs.

Lois felt the man's hot panting breath on her tits and she shivered, wondering what they planned to do to her next. She was vaguely frightened, not sure if she had made a mistake or not. But she kept her discomfort to herself, hoping for the best.

And as Monroe crammed her nipples into his mouth, chewing on them delicately with the edges of his front teeth, he began to pull and tug on his cock. Tony, Lois noticed, began to do the same, moving between her legs and licking up his friend's copious spendings.

The very sight of the swarthy muscle-bound man bending down to lick up another man's come surprised her and as she saw his tongue shooting out, dipping into the wads of gooey semen which covered her pussy, she thought that the both of them were nothing but sex-machines, geared only to physical satisfaction.

Tony was flicking the come back into his mouth as he swallowed it down with what Lois imagined was obvious pleasure. He tongued the outside of her pussy until it was dry, playing with his pecker at the same time until both he and his friend once again had regained their rigid boners.

Lois looked from one man to the other, her eyes fascinated with the sight of their two huge hot cocks. Their peckers thrust up, quivering like spears and bobbing from side to side in the air. Their sexual appetites were incredible, for Bret had rarely, if ever, fucked her twice in the same night.

Lois was no longer ashamed of herself. She wasn't sorry for what she had done and what she was about to do again. Rather, she gave herself up, feeling fulfilled and satisfied and no longer bitter about her life. When she heard Tony speaking up, she turned her attention to him, her eyes glued to the massive pole between his grizzly thighs.

"You know what?" he asked her, reaching down between her legs and cupping her pussy with the palm of his hand. "I'm going to pack your shit in."

She looked at him, not understanding what he was talking about.

"That's what I said, baby," he went on to explain. "I'm going to take this here big fat cock and ram it right up inside your ass, that tight plump ass that looks like it's just begging to get plowed."

Lois laughed nervously. "It's too large," she told the man, trying to make a joke out of the matter. "You don't want to cause me any pain. That wouldn't be nice now, would it?"

"Oh, don't worry about pain, sugar. It won't hurt, not a bit. I'll get my pecker nice and wet and you won't feel a thing. Just cock, but no pain. Because I just can't resist an ass like yours. See how my meat is throbbing," Tony told her, pointing to his cock which rose up like a huge pipe from between his legs. "I'm going to put it right into place without any trouble, whatsoever."

Then, he grabbed Lois by the legs and as she struggled to get away, he flipped her over on her belly. She tried to pull back, but Monroe laughed and grabbed hold of her arms, pinning her to the floor.

"We don't want any trouble, lady," Tony told her, a strange almost sadistic kind of excitement welling up in his voice. "Don't you know about guys like us? We're like tigers, sugar. We can never get enough ass or pussy to keep us satisfied. But today we're not going to go away unhappy. You understand, don't you?"

His hand swung out and Lois felt it slapping roughly across her buttocks. The skin tingled and he pushed her knees up to her chest as she kept trying to pull away. But it was no use. She was going to be raped, going to be fucked up the ass by a man with a massive cock, a man who wouldn't stop at anything until he had achieved complete physical gratification.

Lois began to cry out. She was frightened out of her wits. But Monroe clamped his hand over her mouth and held her down to the floor, his great muscled bulk hovering over her as she felt Tony's hands around her waist. She looked back nervously, just in time to see the man spitting into the palm of his hand.

Rubbing his spittle up and down the length of his pecker, it rose up all slick and wet, shining in the light, covered with natural lubricant. Then, when his dick was ready, he took hold of it around the base of the thick rigid staff and crouched down on his knees. He was positioned directly behind Lois as he pushed forward, lodging the round bulbous head of his cock right up between the smooth white cheeks of her ass. She held her breath, feeling faint as the man shoved forward.

Suddenly, she couldn't bear the pain. Lois began to scream out, biting Monroe's hand. "Watch it, bitch!" he yelled at her, slapping her roughly across the face.

The blow subdued her. She felt her head rattle as the black man hit her and, at that instant, the pressure against her asshole exploded. She was trembling with pain as she felt Tony's penis pushing against the sensitive skin of her bottom-hole. Finally, it was forced open, stretched wide in order to accommodate his enormously thick dong.

Clinging to her, he rammed forward again, harder than the first stroke. More and more of his nine-incher plowed up into her rectum, making her scream out again and again. Her cries were muffled by Monroe's heavy hand across her mouth. Her body was on fire and the pain mounted steadily, filling her loins until she thought she would go insane from the suffering torment.

But Tony never stopped.

He thrust forward once again and this time his entire hot bulky tool worked its way up into her anus. Every last inch was rammed in, filling her bottom to the breaking point. The skin was stretched incredibly and she couldn't understand the strange, almost weird, sensations which were coming back to her.

But the pain began to fade as the man continued to pump into her, frictioning hard and pushing his pecker in and out with faster and faster strokes. And, at the same time, she was forced to open her mouth as Monroe rammed his really gigantic penis between her lips. He stuffed it own her throat until she couldn't breathe and then he too began to hump it in and out, mouth-fucking her.

Lois rolled about on the floor, her mouth crammed full of black cock, her ass filled up with yet another pipe-length of hot pulsating dong as Tony kept smashing into her, harder and harder. He said nothing, using all of his brute force and weight to slam his cock up into the very depths of her bowels. And at the same time, he thrust two fingers underneath her and right into Lois' hot, mushy and come-filled snatch.

She screamed out then, the pain turning to pleasure as the man frictioned his fingers in and out of her twat while he worked his cock deeper and deeper into her rectum. She could even feel the skin along the shaft of his thick penis scraping along the hot dry walls of her ass, plowing a deep penetrating furrow into her rectum as Monroe humped and pounded his meat in and out from between her lips.

He was certainly enjoying her blow-job, smiling and shivering with growing lust as she stopped feeling anything but delight. For her body, as far as Lois was concerned, belonged to them. They could use it as they saw fit. It was, almost, as if it was at their disposal. They were taking her against her will, but it was like being raped and the idea of being forced to submit to unnatural sexual acts made Lois shiver with pleasure.

Tony kept groaning, grunting loudly, "What a fucking tight ass, man! Shit, it's so fucking hot and narrow, like she's burning my meat, skinning it raw!"

Hammering away, he ground his hairy belly against Lois' ass, his penis moving back and forth, in and out, never stopping as the heat and friction mounted slowly but inexorably. Her cunt began to get hotter and hotter as he thrust his two deeply penetrating fingers in and out of her pussy.

Keeping his cock in place, Monroe pushed it in and out of her mouth as Lois gave herself to both of them, to these two big animal-men, loving what they were doing to her. She knew that she wouldn't stop them, that they could use her for as long as they wished.

"Oh baby, now, now!" Tony yelled out, cork-screwing down with a vicious twisting motion as she moaned loudly, feeling the man's penis making her ass throb with pain.

And then he came.

Snorting, screaming, his voice loud, guttural and hoarse, Tony's cock shuddered and suddenly gushed, spurting his load deep into Lois' well-filled and tortured bottom. She kept Monroe's cock in her mouth, lashing her tongue around the thick pulsating shaft. But he didn't move or come right then. Instead, he stared at his partner, watching Tony carefully as he came, shooting his cream into Lois' bottom and bathing her rectum in a rich and almost soothing emission. Her pussy was dripping wet and it seemed as if Tony's fingers were scooping out her insides, her guts, digging in and scraping up along the walls of her overheated box. She was going to come again, but at that moment Tony pulled his hand away and lifted himself off of her, his cock sliding out of her ass, coated with reek and come.

As soon as Tony's enormous pistoning dick was removed, Lois felt the walls of her rectum collapsing. She heard the guy's cock plopping out with a loud and resounding squish and before she could do anything, before she could move a muscle or say a word, Monroe had pulled his penis out of her mouth, throwing himself down on top of her.

He turned her over on her back, lifting her legs up into the air. Then, as she gazed with shock and disbelief at his sweaty black body, Monroe slammed down and she screamed out, seeing his shoving his enormous hot penis right up into her come-dripping asshole.

"Oh don't, don't!" she pleaded. "It's enough. I just can't handle anymore. You'll kill me. You're much too big!"

But he only laughed at her, smacking his lips and flicking out his tongue like a snake, a poisonous snake she thought with a shudder. He guided his thick weapon in and out of her anus as Lois clawed at the air and felt her insides screaming out with raw tortured pain.

Her rectum was filled with semen and Tony watched as his friend moved his own hard dick in and out of the woman's mushy asshole, never stopping. "Shit, it's so nice and scummy," Monroe called out, stretching Lois' rectal walls as much as they could bear. She was nearly blinded by the pain as the man's cock worked its way into her. It seemed much bigger and thicker than Tony's and her sphincter muscles were going out of control, having spasms as the man plowed into her, harder and faster.

"Beautiful, beautiful," he kept moaning, pounding into her. "What a fuck, what a great hot mushy fuck!" Holding her legs up, he worked quickly, breathing in deeply as Lois stared up at him, not believing what was happening to her.

She watched Monroe's blue-black cock appearing and then disappearing between her legs. He didn't touch her pussy and she felt the pressure of his cock-shaft pushing against the thin septum, the divisional membrane which separated her vagina from her rectum.

It was, she realized, as if he was plowing into both holes at once, fucking up a storm, moving heavily against her. She listened to the insistent thud and pounding as her weary flesh was used without mercy. It seemed to her that Monroe had a sexual appetite which knew no bounds. He wasn't a man, but a freak, a freak with a cock that rightly should have belonged on a horse and a libido that made him seem like a wild-man, an insane sex-starved savage.

And then, as far as Lois Baxter was concerned, the grossest moment arrived. Tony rummaged among his tools and returned with something in his hand. Suddenly, she saw Monroe brandishing a thick wooden hammer, a blunt-headed mallet of some kind. He held it in his hand and kept laughing, even as he continued humping away.

"Oh you won't, you couldn't!" she shouted, thinking that he was going to kill her.

That, however, hadn't even entered Monroe's mind.

For he took the wooden instrument, this foot-long thick wooden mallet and pushed it right between the lips of her pussy, shoving it down into her snatch. Lois screamed out as she felt the thick phallic weapon bearing down into her, filling her completely. It was thicker and longer than either of the two cocks she had already experienced and she felt about to disintegrate.

Then, using one hand to friction the makeshift dildo in and out of her widely gaping and amazingly stretched hole, Monroe kept moving, pumping into her ass even faster and harder than before. His huge pendulous nuts, still loaded with come, slammed and thudded against her upraised bottom and Lois saw the man's muscles rippling sensuously across his chest.

The veins stood out as his black shaft came into view, braided with thick protruding bands that pulsed hotly as Monroe kept working on her bottom, enjoying his non-stop fucking with gusto and considerable excitement. And then Lois began to come, suddenly, her orgasm catching her unawares.

Her hole was filled with the mallet which moved and frictioned up against her battered vaginal walls. She began to claw and scream, a gurgle of lust rising up from her guts, as Monroe kept pouring his meat into her, coming as well.

His pecker exploded, showering hot come into her ass, filling her bottom once again as he screamed out vile names, cursing her and raving on and on. His body hammering her down to the floor as he shoved the mallet down to her uterus, battering it into place.

"Man, what an ass. Shit Mother you fucking tight-assed white bitch!" he cried. "How does it feel? Do you have what you want? Is it enough for you, honky, or do you want me again? Shit, you wanted cock so bad, big black cock and now you have it. Oh God it feels so good all this come shooting out, shooting…" and his words trailed off as he fell against her, pushing the mallet almost out of sight as Lois cried out, trembling and shaking with orgiastic pleasure.

Her excitement was unbelievable and she was still experiencing yet another climax when Monroe lay against her. His cock was petering out and several minutes later she began to feel the pressure decreasing as his penis got smaller. Finally, Monroe lifted himself off of her and pulled the mallet out of her snatch. It was soaked with cunt juice and he threw it disgustedly to the floor, pulling his tool out and staggering to his feet.

Lois lay there, trying to catch her breath.

She was covered with sweat and come. White gobs of cream covered and filled the wet chink of her ass, pouring out of her vagina as well. She was literally resting on a puddle of semen and she didn't have the energy to get to her feet. Every part of her body throbbed and the memory of what had happened – what she had allowed to happen, she saw then with a flash of recognition – the memory of her orgasms and what the men had done to her, filled her with a nameless shame and unvoiced dread.

She didn't know what to do.

As she watched Monroe and Tony pulling on their clothes and moving back to their work, Lois got to her feet, clutched her nightgown to her naked body and hurried upstairs to her bedroom. She didn't know what to do and it was several hours later that they left, saying that they had fixed the leak.

But as for Lois Baxter, she was still dripping, even after having taken a second shower.

Had he known what his wife had been up to that morning, what had been up her in more ways than one, Bret Baxter might have felt a little easier, a little more sure of himself. But he was as ignorant of Lois' infidelities as she was of his.

No wonder she thinks I'm getting old and dull in the sack, he thought to himself, sitting over his second cup of coffee and knowing that he'd have to get back to the office in less than half an hour.

But he couldn't move. He was rooted to his seat at the lunch counter, thinking of the things he had done in the last few months, thinking of the women he had screwed and the times he had come home late at night with a ready excuse on his lips, able to lie away any of his wife's nagging doubts.

I don't know what it is, he thought to himself. I just need more, more and more. One cunt doesn't satisfy me. Shit, everyone we know thinks we're a perfectly happy married couple. If they only knew the truth, if they only had a smattering of what really goes on in our lives.

For things, he knew, were not as they should have been. Despite a successful career, a loving wife and two good kids, Bret Baxter was not a particularly happy man. He wanted to save his marriage, but it seemed to him that his cock always got in his way. He was always hankering after pussy, pussy that belonged to someone other than his wife.

Not that Lois didn't satisfy him, but the very act of making it with a stranger really turned him on and made him perform all the better. Glancing about, bored and ill at ease, he found himself staring at one of the waitresses.

She wore a slinky black uniform of some satin-like material, a huge and elaborately folded hanky covering one of her tits. Big boobs, he noticed with growing delight, feeling his cock tingling in his pants.

That's what I need, Bret decided. A good fast piece, one-two-three, no questions asked.

And the more he looked at the waitress, the more he wanted to ball her. A sense of excitement overcame him as he glued his eyes to the woman's lush curvy figure and her huge ripe jugs. Draining his cup of coffee, he was determined to have her. And as she walked behind the counter, taking orders, handing sandwiches and plates of steaming food to the other customers, he watched her ass swaying and dipping, bouncing an invitation from side to side until his penis was poking up, struggling to get out of his trousers.

Bret had a large cumbersome bulge in the front of his pants and he sat on the lunch counter stool, still eyeing the young woman, waiting for her to catch his penetrating and questioning stare. Finally, she saw him looking at her, particularly at the lush ivory-white cleavage which peeked out from the folds of her uniform.

"You finished?" she asked, pointing to his empty coffee cup. "Or you want something else?"

Bret nodded his head.

"What'll it be?" she asked, rather impatiently, looking at him curiously. "I don't got all day, mister. There are other people waitin' for service."

Her arrogant and irritated manner amused him and he laughed to himself. She was a turn-on, all right, he felt sure of that. Slowly, he got to his feet, standing in front of her so that she would have no trouble, no difficulty at all in seeing the enormous protruding bulge in front of his fly.

Bret's pecker was hard and rigid, throbbing hotly as he watched the waitress giving him the once-over. He knew that she would soon enough notice his hard-on and he knew as well that she wouldn't be put off by the sight of it. There was something tough and experienced about her, something that told him that he might just be able to succeed in his little scheme of things.

"So?" she asked, her hands on her hips, her lacquered black hair rising above her head like a crown.

Reaching into his pocket as she followed his motions, Bret saw how the waitress opened her eyes wide at the sight of the thick pipe-like outline which rose up in his pants. Then, laying three ten-dollar bills on the counter, he pointed to his cock.

"What the fuck's going on?" she asked, looking at him with a mixture of awe, excitement and hostility. "This a proposition, mister, or somethin'?"

"Exactly," he said in an even voice, smiling all the while. "I'm not fussy or too particular. Do you have a back room? It'll do perfectly."

"Shit, some guys are really too much," she mumbled. But, obviously, the sight of the money was too enticing. She glanced over at the chef who had, Bret realized, been watching what had been going on between the two of them. He was a squat burly man with powerful arms and a florid complexion. The guy nodded his head and winked at the waitress.

Then, she turned back to him. Bret wondered if the chef was the boss, wondered too if he was pimping for the waitress, for it seemed that she just might conceivably do this kind of thing pretty often, perhaps even on a regular basis. His wink seemed to say to Bret that it was all right for her to leave her station behind the counter and then, as she looked at him, he noticed the sneer planted on her lips, a sneer of unvoiced arrogance and superiority.

Her manner excited him all the more, for he hoped that she wouldn't be a quick lay, a woman who lifted her legs, shut her eyes and didn't budge. "Sure thing, mister," she told him, tossing her head back and motioning for Bret to go through a swinging door that led into the kitchen.

He heard plates rattling and smelled food cooking as he got up and walked behind the counter. He didn't look back. Through the swinging doors he saw another door that led off from the kitchen. Turning the knob, he stepped inside. It was dimly lit, but he made out a couch and an old office desk. Excited by the prospect of having sex with the nameless woman, especially in the back of the lunch counter, he quickly unbuttoned his shirt, undid his cufflinks and took them off, laying them carefully over the desk chair.

He could feel his heart racing. The thought of the woman's lush sensuous body made his loins ache with lust and desire and he whipped off his belt, unzipped his pants and stepped out of them. His shoes and socks followed until he was down to his undershorts.

Bret glanced up and down the length of his body, pleased with himself. He was still in good shape and his cock rose up in front of his briefs, stiff and ready for action. Then, sitting down on the moldy leather couch, he lit a cigarette and waited for the waitress with considerable desire and even more impatience.

CHAPTER THREE

Less than ten minutes after Bret had disappeared into the back room of the lunch counter, the waitress opened the door and stepped inside. She closed it behind her, glancing at the man who sat on the couch, clad only in his briefs.

"Aren't we a fast worker," she said smugly, looking at Bret sitting before her with a huge hard-on, smoking a cigarette and acting calm and relaxed.

"I'm not one for wasting time," he said, glancing at his watch and hoping that his secretary would cover for him. He stubbed out the cigarette and got slowly to his feet.

Moving over to the woman, whom he saw was wearing an embossed name plate upon which was engraved NORMA JEAN, he suddenly lunged out, no longer willing to wait or hold himself back. He grabbed the woman tightly, squeezing the cheeks of her plump ripe ass as he pressed his lips against hers and she began to struggle, trying to free herself from his fierce embrace.

But the more she sidled away, the more she resisted, the more excited Bret became. He was holding her firmly, thrusting his tongue in and out of her mouth, mashing his lips against her and feeling his pecker growing even larger as it frictioned against the front of her uniform. Her ass was warm and yielding and before she could say another word, he moved back a step and reached out for her boobs.

Standing where she was, her arms on her hips, the waitress glared at Bret as he fondled her jugs, carefully and slowly undoing the topmost buttons of her uniform. He pushed the satiny material aside and stared at her black lace brassiere. Inside the wide deep cups he could just about see her firm round boobs, the nipples pointing straight out as Norma Jean sucked in her breath.

Reaching down to rub his fingers up and down the length of his cock-shaft, Bret told the woman to get undressed. "And make it snappy," he added, picturing what it was going to be like, the kind of things he would do to her, the kind of things he would force her to do to him.

He was determined to get his money's worth, but Norma Jean still didn't move. Her eyes were unblinking, glassy and doll-like. But he noticed that her gaze was fixed on the outline of his cock. Grabbing hold of her hand he pressed it up against his quivering penis and she groaned slightly, running the tips of her fingers along the entire hot length of his cock, as if to judge its very shape, thickness and size.

"Man, you ain't no bummer," she said with a laugh. "Ain't no slouch at all. That's what I call a stud."

He laughed with her, caught her off her guard and helped her out of her uniform. It dropped to the floor and Bret studied her, noting every detail of her body as she stood before him. Clad only in her bra and a pair of tight nylon panties, he was able to see the dark triangular shadow of her pubic mound behind the thin and tightly stretched cloth of her undies.

Bret licked his lips, edging his undershorts off of his hips until they fell around his ankles. Then, kicking them off and onto the floor as his cock plopped out into view, he reached over and undid Norma Jean's bra straps. They slipped off and she quickly unhooked them from behind her back.

The bra came off then and he sucked in his breath, staring with lust and mounting excitement at the sight of those two lush creamy-white tits, rising high and firm before his eyes. He touched them, fingering the nipples, kneading and fondling the soft resilient flesh as the waitress watched his fingers feeling her up, cupping her boobs in the palms of his hands.

Then, unable to resist, Bret bent down, crouching before the woman and sucking in one nipple right between his lips. He scraped his teeth up and down the firm pointy little knob, making her shiver and tremble against him.

"Oh more, baby, more," she whispered, her hands moving up and down along his sides as Bret got more and more aroused. He pressed up against her, so close that his stiff-standing cock – rising up against his hairy belly – grazed along the waitress' pubic mound.

With arms encircling her, keeping her against his hot excited body, he kept sucking on her tits, stuffing as much of her flesh into his mouth, as much as he could possibly get inside. Reaching lower, he edged down to her belly, touching the elastic waistband of her panties.

Then, he simply tugged them down over her wide ample bottom and as they fell to the floor his cock jerked violently. Bret could feel the crisp hairs of the woman's pussy frictioning against his pecker and he cupped his hands around her buttocks, squeezing and toying with the cheeks of her ass, pleased that she was now clinging to him, sucking on his neck.

"You feel so nice and hard, baby," she whispered, thrusting a hand down between the two of them to grab hold of his cock. Bret edged back and Norma Jean gripped it all the more firmly, almost as if she was afraid he was going to leave her standing there alone in the middle of the dingy little room.

But that was the last thing from his mind.

He just pushed her down to the floor, took hold of her head and rammed her mouth against his dick. At first, Norma Jean was unwilling, playing at hard to get, she kept her lips glued together and Bret rubbed her face against his crotch and pecker, savoring the warmth of her skin.

"Suck on it, you fucking cunt!" he yelled at her. "That's what I'm paying you for. Suck on it until I tell you when to stop. And do a fucking good job, too."

He pulled her stiff black hair until she screamed out and finally opened her mouth. Then, Bret plunged his dong right inside, thrusting forward and letting the waitress blow him as he ground his hips in and out, back and forth, stuffing more and more of his rigid burning cock between her lips.

He held onto her shoulders and jerked forward and back, groaning softly and loving the way Norma Jean used her tongue to curl hotly around his cock-shaft, licking every square inch of his overheated meat. Her mouth made loud slurping sounds and the heat built up in his groin until he began to shake, unable to control his insatiable desires.

"Play with my nuts," he told her.

Norma Jean reached up, cupping Bret's balls and jiggling them in the palm of her hand. They felt heavy and pendulous, bloated as if with come and as he rocked on the balls of his feet, he knew that everything was to work out perfectly, exactly as he planned, exactly as he desired.

He was aware of every sight and smell, of the musky pungent odor her body gave off, of the way her tits moved and her ass quivered as she kept mouth-fucking him, sucking him off with an expertise that told Bret that Norma Jean was quite accustomed to servicing men.

"Having fun?" he asked, getting more and more worked up. "It's nice and fat, just the way you like it. And I'm gonna wait until it gets so fucking hard that when I ram it in between your legs you'll think that I'm putting a pipe up your pussy."

He began to laugh, humping into her mouth as her warm moist lips encircled his meat. Her tongue flew up and down, covering his prick, caressing and lapping his virile pole of flesh until Bret felt his climax readying itself. He pulled away quickly, abruptly, and threw her back down on the floor.

Norma Jean looked up at him with wide-open eyes. She tried to catch her breath as she saw the man bending down with catlike grace, felt him ripping off her panties and crouching between her legs. Her mouth opened wide as she looked up at him and she knew instinctively as most women do, that he was going to give her one helluva good fuck.

As for Bret, he stared at the woman's tight little pussy, all covered with crisp black hair. Spreading apart the tightly clenched outer flaps of cunt-flesh, he marveled at the slippery red walls that were the inside of her cunt. Norma Jean's clitoris was nicely developed, he decided to himself, bigger than his wife's as it jutted forward out of the folds and creases of her vulva.

She arched her hips forward and he decided that time was running short. Her hole opened even wider as he heard her say, "Shove it in, lover. Don't wait. I'm so fucking hot for your meat."

Listening to her panting loudly, Bret wasn't sure if she was putting him on or not, anxious to have him fuck her and thus get it over with as soon as possible. So he made up his mind to control himself, to hold back until she really couldn't stand the suspense.

"We're not finished yet," he told her, bending down in front of the woman's widely parted legs. He thrust out his tongue, lowered his head and smashing his mouth against her hot crimson snatch, began to eat her out.

Norma Jean moaned all the louder, pushing upwards as Bret slurped his way across her box. It was hot and sweaty and he licked and sponged her pussy, paying particular attention to the stiff button-like knob of her clit.

For when he chewed on it, Norma Jean seemed to go insane. She lunged forward, trying to touch him. But Bret held himself back, hoping to entice her even more, to make this bitch beg for his cock as she had never begged for anything in all of her life.

He kept eating her out, faster and faster as he rummaged around her pussy until his lips were smeared with her oily discharge and Norma Jean's body was coated with a thick layer of sweat. Her skin shone brightly and the dark red inside of her cunt, seen surrounded by its thick curly patch of hair, made him go wild with sexual hunger and raw unparalleled lust.

He was pleased to see how aroused the waitress was getting. Looking up at her, he smiled as she flailed around. Then lifting one of her legs over his shoulder so that he could glance down and see what her asshole looked like, Bret dived into her warm gaping hole, slithering his tongue in and out with lightning-like speed.

But he still couldn't see her asshole. The crevice between the cheeks of her plump white ass looked dark and inviting, wonderfully exciting and he spread them apart quickly, marveling at the sight of her dark brown puckered hole. It was creased and folded with swirls and corrugated lines and he moved his middle finger down between her buttocks, fondling her hole, rubbing against the thick black hair which grew in abundance, lining her crevice.

Norma Jean remained silent. She was totally passive and Bret grew quickly put off, annoyed that she was saying nothing, not even groaning any longer. He suddenly jabbed his finger hard against her bottom-hole, trying to push it right into place and elicit a response, some kind of comment from the woman.

"That doesn't tickle!" she said sharply.

"But I like it," he said with defiance. "So tough shit, baby. I like to see you wince a little." He felt angry, but his hostility was coupled with incredible desire. A second thrust forward and his finger was deep inside her rectum, twirling around and scraping against the tight dry walls of her bottom.

Norma Jean began to moan then.

"Oh stop, stop it," she cried out.

But Bret just kept finger-fucking her ass, licking and sucking on the woman's pussy at the same time. She began to toss about and was soon writhing on the floor, her body convulsing. It was then that Bret was fully convinced that Norma Jean was truly excited and no longer faking it.

"Okay, now tell me exactly how badly you want to get plowed," he said to her, lifting his head and smiling at her, pleased to note the pained and almost frantic expression on her face.

"Yes, shit yes," she told him with a rising inflection. "I want you to do it, to stick it all the way in."

"Tell me more," he said sharply, pulling his finger roughly out of her ass, disgusted to see it coated with shit. Bret grabbed the waitress' panties up off the floor and wiped his finger clean, thrusting it down into her twat and pushing up against her clit until she began talking again.

"Do it! Fuck me. Put your cock right inside and fill me up. I want to feel you coming. I want to feel a load of hot cream spurting inside, your cock moving and filling me so completely that I won't be able to stop loving it!"

She was, he knew, putting on a good show for him, but he enjoyed hearing her talk and told her to continue.

"Don't wait, baby. Stuff it right inside my hot wet snatch. Oh do it, do it."

Bret got up on top of her and braced himself, his legs outstretched behind him. "Take my prick in your hand. Put it right into place," he told the waitress.

Norma Jean reached between his legs, grabbed hold of his enormously swollen ivory cock-shaft and waited for Bret to move down. Then, when he was in place, she aimed his dong into position and he moved even lower, another few inches and it touched the lips of her pussy.

Pushing her hand roughly away, Bret took a deep breath, centered his weight at his hips and rammed his cock right into place, right down between her legs where her vagina made a V-shaped gash that was too lovely to resist.

"Oh shit, it's too big, too big," she moaned loudly.

Bret laughed viciously and slammed down hard, feeling his cock moving into place, making a tunnel down into the very hot depths of the waitress's slick and dripping pussy. Her vagina was so tight that it felt as if she was scraping the skin off his dick. Burrowing all the way down, he rested on top of her, feeling the last hot inches of his pecker disappearing into her hole.

His hairy belly pressed against her loins and he held her in a rigid embrace, his arms around her shoulders as he began to beat out a sharp resounding tattoo. Bret hammered his tool in and out with deeply penetrating strokes.

Faster and faster he worked on her as he felt her cunt grabbing hold of his meat like a well-oiled sleeve, a tight-fitting glove. "Use your muscles, your fucking cunt muscles," he told her, banging into her snatch with a wild kind of fuck-hunger such as he hadn't felt in quite awhile.

It's not Lois, it's not Lois, he kept saying to himself, reveling in his virility, in his power and strength and ability to do it with whomever he desired.

Norma Jean clamped and unclamped her cunt muscles around the man's rigid cock. She felt him lashing down again and again, whacking into her, his hips pressing her flat against her back. She felt her curly pubic hairs against his flesh and she arched her pelvis up to meet his strokes, one after another.

Bret felt insane, filled with uncontrollable excitement. His body was keyed up like a well oiled machine and every thought, every rippling motion, was centered on fucking Norma Jean.

The girl's like an animal, he thought to himself as he felt her raking her fingernails against his back. They tossed and rolled around from side to side in a frenzy of erotic delight. Bret slammed into her snatch with all of his energy, savoring the tightness and the warmth as Norma Jean began to nip his shaft, using her muscles to milk his cock, gripping it so tenaciously that Bret thought there were fingers and not a cunt holding onto his meat.

"Kill me with your cock," she moaned. "Fuck me, baby. Split me in two I love it, I love your meat, your big fat meat," she ranted, clutching him and humping up to meet each shattering cunt-splitting stroke.

He rained down blow after blow as his buttocks quivered with each penetrating insertion. Bret was pumping his meat in like a maniac, push it down into the woman's hot body, into the depths and farthest reaches of her pussy. He felt a kind of molten energy overcoming him, giving him back his youth and his adolescent fuck-power. And then, he knew it was all over.

He felt his huge bloated scrotal sac tightening as it plopped and whacked against Norma Jean's upraised thighs. "Shit, now, now!" he screamed out, grabbing her breasts and twisting the nipples savagely, ferociously, as suddenly he came.

"Do it, come, come!" she cried out to him, feeling Bret stiffening on top of her.

"Oh God, I'm shooting, coming into your cunt you fucking bitch, coming, coming!" Red-hot wads of jism spurted up out of his piss-hole, drenching the inside of the woman's hairy muff as Bret's entire body went through spasm after spasm. Each burst, each shot of come was followed by a convulsive shudder as if every muscle in his body was being used to pump his semen into the waitress's deliciously tight and arousing twat.

He was still coming, his wads of sperm spraying into her womb when she seemed to shoot as well. The waitress clutched him, held him against her as she smashed her body up against his powerfully muscled physique. Her tits pressed and flattened against his hairy chest as she kept shivering, yelling, "What a fucking cunt-splitting cock, what a piece of meat, meat!"

Then, her climax overcame her.

Her words turned to incoherent ramblings and Bret sensed her going rigid in his arms as she trembled and he felt a fresh discharge of her pungent musky juice slithering down the cock-filled walls of her vagina. It bathed his own spurting shaft in a sensual and oily film of liquid warmth.

Finally, they could do no more. They had exhausted their come, at least for the moment.

He lay on top of her, drawing deep draughts of air as he tried to catch his breath. He was sopping wet and his cock was fast going limp inside her well-stretched and belabored snatch. When he pulled it out he offered it to her and Norma Jean closed her eyes, stuck out her tongue and licked Bret's pecker dry.

But he could feel the old familiar signals telling him that he wasn't ready to call it quits. Forgetting office responsibilities, forgetting that once was usually enough, Bret was determined to stretch his thirty bucks, to buy as much physical pleasure as he possibly could.

The waitress' eyes were closed as she lay there exhausted and Bret took the opportunity to jerk himself off, rubbing his fingers up and down the length and breadth of his cock until it slowly began to throb again, filling up with blood.

Rubbing one finger along the woman's juicy come-smeared vaginal furrow, he lubricated his cock, hoping that she wouldn't open her eyes and see what he was doing. He knew that if she saw him with another pulsating and throbbing hard-on, she'd say that it would cost and he wasn't in the mood, wasn't willing, to lay out any more bread. So he worked quickly, secretively, gazing at the waitress' beautiful lush body and her firm ripe boobs as they rose and fell with each breath she took.

Finally, he was ready.

His cock stuck straight up in the air, jutting forward between his grizzly muscular thighs. His rotund balls swayed from side to side and he knelt down and turned the waitress over on her belly.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she asked, opening her eyes and taking a look at him.

He was crouched behind her, gripping his cock as he pulled apart the cheeks of her luscious and irresistible bottom. Her asshole was too lovely to be ignored and Bret knew that he had to fuck her that way before he left. His cock was just itching to get inside those plump ripe orbs and he remembered how tight and dry her rectum had felt when he had thrust his finger deep inside it.

Smiling, he said, "I'm just going to plow right into your ass." Then, as she tried to pull away, moving like a snake along the floor, Bret lunged forward, wedging the round blood-engorged head of his cock right up between her ivory-white cheeks.

"You motherfucking bastard!" she screamed as she felt the man's hot poker pushing against her asshole. "You wanta kill me or somethin'? You'll rip me in half you fucker! Stop it, now, this minute!"

But Bret wasn't about to stop for anything in the world.

He shoved forward again and with a great rippling moan, shuddered with delight as more than half of his cock slid up inside the waitress' tight dry hole. He shoved again, not wasting a second, impaling her to the very base of his well-lubricated penis. Feeling his nuts hitting her ass and his hairy belly frictioning the cheeks of her butt, he kept his dong in place, savoring the tight warmth which embraced and surrounded it.

Norma Jean was panting, her face filled with pain. "It hurts so much, so much," she moaned.

"Just take it easy. Relax," Bret told her, pulling his cock half-way out, slowly and steadily. Then, he hammered his dick again, working up a regular beating rhythm as he began to pound into the woman's ass, harder and harder. At the same time he reached around and thrust three fingers up into her mushy come-dripping snatch.

Norma Jean sighed with pleasure, her pain fading as Bret fingered her pussy, exciting her incredibly as he worked his huge unwieldy tool in and out of her ass. It was so tight, so incredibly hot, that he thought everything was going along perfectly.

But he was in for a surprise. And not a very pleasant one at that.

Suddenly, the door to the back room opened and the squat burly chef stood on the threshold. He closed the door behind him and stepped inside. Bret heard footsteps and glanced over his shoulder, not so much embarrassed as fucking annoyed.

"Get the fuck out of here!" he told the guy. "Can't you see we're still busy?"

"Sure I see," the cook told him, standing with a toothpick between his lips, grinning wickedly. "Man, I ain't ever seen Norma Jean here gettin' fucked and plowed into like that. Shit, you just managed to stuff your cock all the way into that girl's nice little ass. You should be ashamed of yourself, mister."

As for Norma Jean, she said nothing.

She held onto Bret as he stopped stroking, waiting for the chef to leave them in peace. But the man only edged closer and Bret grew vaguely apprehensive, wondering what the guy intended to do. And when he took a closer look at him, he just didn't know what to expect. For he saw that something was tenting up the man's greasy white apron, something which moved from side to side in front of his crotch, something that looked definitely alive.

He's some kind of pervert, some kind of fucking voyeuristic bastard, Bret thought to himself, wondering if the chef was the kind of guy who liked to sit back and watch. He'd heard about people like that, although he'd never personally come across them.

"He's just fuckin' raped me, Lou," Norma Jean spoke up. "He just pulled my legs apart and raped the shit out of me while I wasn't even lookin'."

"What kind of shit is that!" Bret yelled out, trying to pull away from her. "What are you fucking talking about, telling lies like that?"

But he couldn't get up. Lou threw him down and his cock, still hard, sank down into Norma Jean's ass. "Where you think you're going?" the chef asked, taking off his apron. "We're not finished with you, buster."

And saying this, he unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it right off and exposing his naked chest. He was, Bret saw, unbelievably muscled, powerful as a wrestler. He was suddenly scared shitless and his cock was fast going limp as he tried to get up again.

But Lou's foot shot out, kicking Bret in the side. "I said not to move, feller," the burly powerful man went on, unbuckling his pants.

Bret didn't know what to do or what Lou was going to do, for that matter. He had visions that the man intended to whip him or do something else, something equally as freaky, equally as perverse. But when Lou stepped out his trousers and his baggy white jockey shorts, Bret nearly had a fucking heart attack, almost a seizure.

The guy had the cock of a mule.

Bret saw this long thick penis the size of a salami. It was dark pink in color and as big around as his arm. He stared at it incredulously, his face filled with disbelief, not seeing how such a cock could possibly be real.

"You see this here piece of meat," the chef said, waving his dick in the air. "Well, mister, I'm gonna use it just the same way you're using yours on Norma Jean over here."

Bret still looked dumbly at the chef, not knowing what he was talking about. He thought the guy meant for him to get up and let him get in his place. That was fine with Bret, but when he told the chef that, the man only laughed, pushing him down and ordering him to continue fucking Norma Jean.

"He's a mean fucker when he gets angry," the waitress whispered to him. "You'd better do what he says, mister."

So Bret reluctantly turned to the woman and closed his eyes, trying to believe that it was all a joke, a sick and sadistic kind of game. He began to move in and out of Norma Jean's ass and the friction, the pressure and the heat all built up, combining to get him going again.

Despite his fears, he was still hard, still physically excited and aroused. Pretty soon he was ramming into her with the same speed and agility as before. His eyes were slammed shut and he was concentrating on the pleasure when he felt someone's hands spreading apart the hairy muscular checks of his ass.

At first, Bret thought it was the waitress.

He fingered her snatch quickly, hoping to bring her off, rather turned on to the fact that she'd play with his prostate, tickling and massaging it just as Lois had done for him that morning. He didn't mind a well-greased finger up his ass, providing that was all there was to it.

But the chef, although Bret still didn't realize it, had other ideas about pleasure and sexuality.

As he worked his cock in and out of Norma Jean's bottom, Bret felt the fingers on his ass. They were strong and insistent, too strong to belong to a woman and suddenly there was something shoving down against his asshole. He opened his eyes and glanced over his shoulder with frantic speed, his mouth opening in fear.

But it was too late.

Bret saw the chef, Lou, squatting behind him, lodging his huge mule-sized cock right between the round white globes of his bottom. "No, please no, no!" he screamed out, begging the man to stop.

Once again, Bret was seconds too late.

Laughing like a maniac, the man shoved forward and a scream caught in Bret's throat as he felt a huge fist-like thing bearing down on his rectum, ripping apart the skin around his anus and shoving itself down into his guts. He nearly blacked out from the pain and as he kept his cock in place inside of Norma Jean's ass, Lou maneuvered his huge column of cockmeat until it was sliding inside Bret's hole, stretching and ripping the skin as it tunneled its way inside of him, going down without moment's pause.

"Man, shit it feels so nice, almost as good as a pussy," Lou boasted, shoving hard until the last enormous inch of his super-sized dick was buried up inside Bret's rectum.

He couldn't take the pain and as he began to feel the man pistoning in and out of his hole, his heavy weight against his back, Bret fainted dead away. When he came to, minutes later, Lou was still at it.

Norma Jean was humping up towards him, clenching and unclenching her sphincter muscles in an effort to get him excited once again. But Bret couldn't stop feeling the pain, no matter how hard he tried to relax, to forget the nightmare that was closing in around him, happening as it always did in what he thought were only Grade-B movies.

It was only when he sensed that Lou was unwittingly massaging and tickling his prostate as the skin of his huge cock-shaft moved along his rectal walls, that Bret relaxed and some of the pain and discomfort lessened. But he was now incredibly angry, rage taking the place of physical disgust and torment.

Ready to kill her for what she had done, for what she had purposely allowed to happen, Bret swore to himself that he would fuck Norma Jean so she would never forget it. He began to plow into her ass with renewed energy, with a vigor and violence such as he had never felt himself capable of.

Harder and faster he rammed his pistoning cock into the very end of her bowels and her moans of pleasure were mixed with fear and rising pain as Bret hammered away, hoping that Norma Jean was suffering just as much as he was.

For Lou didn't stop.

He was a huge burly man, heavy and sexually insatiable. He crammed his tool into Bret's ass like a demon, shoving it in so fast and furiously that Bret's ass was on fire, burning and stinging as the man kept moaning, breathing down his neck. "So nice and tight, feller," he moaned, pressing his thickset thighs around Bret's legs and holding him in place as he bore down with all of his weight.

At the same time, Bret drilled his cock into Norma Jean, feeling some of his curly pubic hairs actually slipping inside her ass, he was grinding against her so tightly.

Again and again he gave it to her, one merciless stroke after another as Lou continued pounding into him. Hoping to get the man to come as soon as possible and thus relieve him of the terrible pain, Bret worked his long-unused sphincter muscles, tightening the width, the diameter of his asshole and rectum so that he felt himself squeezing the chef's cock, as if to milk it of its as yet unreleased semen.

"Harder, pack my shit in," Norma Jean called out excitedly. "Oh keep doing that, fuck me, mister, more, more."

Bret couldn't believe that she was actually enjoying herself, actually pleased with the rough non-stop treatment he was giving her. But evidently he hadn't been the first person to drill into her hole. His fingers were sopping wet as Norma Jean kept dripping her liquids and Bret knew that he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer, nor keep up the steady and relentless pace of his madly careening pecker.

The pressure inside his ass mounted, as if he was having his back broken. Lou ripped into him with such force and animal excitement that Bret could barely see straight. "Come, come already, hurry, now, now," he told the chef. "Shoot man, we'll all cream and shoot at the same time."

It seemed incentive enough, for Lou lunged forward, faster and harder than ever before. He pounded his unbelievably mammoth cock into Bret's rectum and then it snapped and suddenly Bret was screaming, shaking as he lay wedged between the chef and the lush hot body of the waitress.

His penis was down in Norma Jean's ass while his own bottom was filled to the breaking point with Lou's thick overlarge dong. Suddenly, great wads of cream gushed out of the head of Bret's tool, spewing into the woman's ass as he shuddered and saw stars.

He came with an incredible force and energy. His semen, hot and steaming, seared the waitress' butt as Bret shuddered again and again, his muscles twitching as he felt Norma Jean reaching yet another orgasm a few seconds later.

With his fingers wet with her juice, they rolled on the floor and then Lou finally reached his climax as well. "Hold on!" he called out to them, battering into Bret's ass as he felt his grapefruit-sized scrotal sac whacking between his legs. "Now man, now. Feel it boy. Feel a man's cream! Oh shit, I'm so hot, I'm coming, coming you cock-sucking pussy-licking bastard!"

Something akin to an explosion happened inside Bret's ass. For that was the only way he could describe the strange and perhaps incredible sensation. As his cock petered out, drained of come, his bottom was suddenly awash with a soothing thick ointment that he knew was the chef's jism.

Bret kept his cock inside of the waitress as he felt Lou spraying into him and he could actually feel it spurting, unbelievable as that might have been. He felt it hitting the walls of his stretched and tortured rectum until the pain began to fade completely away, replaced by a numbness that was easier to handle than the insistent pressure of the man's enormously thick and long penis.

Finally, Lou dribbled off and fell down on top of him, his balls milked dry, his body drained of energy. Bret couldn't move and a few minutes later, his cock totally limp and lolling between his muscular thighs, Lou pulled away from him and Bret got unsteadily to his feet.

He didn't say another word.

Dressing quickly, he hurried out of the diner, having had his fill for one afternoon. But when he finally made it to the office, telling his secretary that he had forgotten something at home, something that he needed for the afternoon's conference with his boss, Bret disappeared into the men's room.

He closed the stall behind him and sat down on the toilet seat, lowering his pants. His ass was bleeding and it was a good half-hour later before he could get back to his feet, shuffling slowly towards his office, wondering when the pain would stop.

CHAPTER FOUR

That day at school, Gail Baxter's mind was not on her studies. She was a graduating senior in high school, having already been accepted to a branch of the state university. Nothing seemed to matter to her, nothing that is, except Paolo, the Italian boy who was an exchange student and who sat next to her in her English class.

She had a study date with him that night and the people that he was staying with wouldn't be home. It would just be the two of them. The very idea of being alone with the tall and intense-looking young man made her shiver with expectation.

And then she thought of her parents, and frowned.

Just that morning she had heard them carrying on in bed. It wasn't enough for them to go at it every night, she thought. No, they had to do it in the morning, too.

But her curiosity had gotten the better of her and she had peeked into their room, hoping that they wouldn't catch her spying. What she had seen that morning still gave her goose-bumps. Her mother had been sucking on her father's cock and the very sight of him naked filled her with a strange creepy-crawly kind of sensation.

It was difficult for Gail to admit that she had liked what she had seen. She had stared at her father's cock, feeling envious, jealous of her mother for being able to take it between her lips and suck on it. It was the first time she had seen him naked and now, as she sat in class, it all came back to her.

She sensed that something was wrong, that she was thinking and feeling things that were dirty and perverted. But she couldn't help it. The more she pictured Bret's naked body, his firm muscular chest with its thick growth of hair, his huge jutting cock and his heavy nuts, the more excited she became.

There was a dampness spreading between her thighs and she tried to turn her mind away, to concentrate on other things. But she couldn't. She finally had to admit to herself that she would give anything, anything at all, to have her father moving his penis right between her legs.

"Gail, Gail Baxter!" a voice suddenly rang in her ears, awakening her from her reverie and jerking her to attention. She saw her teacher standing before her desk, her orthopedic black oxfords pressed together.

Looking up, she smiled, hoping that Mrs. Phillips wouldn't accuse her of daydreaming. "Take this note down to the janitor, Gail. He's in the basement," her teacher instructed, handing her a folded slip of paper. "It's about the broken window," and she pointed to a missing pane of glass.

That morning she remembered seeing Mrs. Phillips' collecting the shards of broken glass, as well as the rock which had been thrown by someone who – in her teacher's words – didn't care for public institutions or respect municipal property.

Glad to be excused, she took the note and hurried out of the room. She had seen the janitor on several occasions, a tall and stern-looking man who spoke with a foreign accent she couldn't place. Once or twice she had seen him in the halls, but most of the time he kept to himself down in the basement.

But as she went down the stairs, Gail recalled the man's face. It was, she thought, as if he radiated a kind of fierceness, as if he was angry at the world. She had wondered what he did with his spare time, for he hardly ever spoke to anyone except, she recalled, one of the new young teachers who had started working that fall. Opening the door to the basement, she stepped inside. It was strangely quiet. At first, she didn't see the janitor. She moved into the main room of the basement, feeling a little spooked. Pipes hung over her head and she heard the boiler hissing, the furnace roaring several yards ahead of her.

Curious, having a kind of woman's premonition, Gail walked slowly towards the rear of the basement, cocking her head to one side and listening. It was, she decided, unusually quiet and then, from the farthest corner of the huge echoing room, she heard someone giggling.

Her pulse quickened and she stopped moving, holding herself rigid, listening carefully. "You shouldn't, really you mustn't," she heard a woman's high-pitched voice say. Gail couldn't place it, although it sounded vaguely familiar.

"You love it, you tell me so before," she heard a man saying. It was the voice of the janitor and she tiptoed closer, hoping that they wouldn't see her approaching, especially as stealthily as she moved right at that moment.

Peering behind one of the thick pipes which disappeared into the concrete floor, right into the school's very foundations, Gail peered around and nearly gasped with surprise. For there on the floor was none other than the janitor and the new school teacher, Miss Reed.

They were lying on their sides, still dressed. But Miss Reed's dress was thrown up around her hips. Her undies were down to her ankles and her pussy was fully exposed.

Gail just couldn't believe what she was seeing.

First of all, she had never seen a woman's cunt. Except her mother's and Lois was a good ten years older than Miss Reed. She was extremely curious and kept staring as the janitor slowly moved his big meaty hand down over the young woman's smooth rounded belly, obviously exciting Miss Reed even more.

"Emil, it feels so nice," she whispered, arching her hips and spreading her thighs apart.

Her pussy was covered with a dense tangle of curly brown hair, forming a perfect triangle. Gail could see the faint dark pink gash separating the two outer lips of the woman's vagina and as Miss Reed spread her legs further apart, the gash opened to reveal the hot and slick interior of her snatch.

It affected Gail strangely. No longer a virgin, she found herself getting excited, physically aroused despite herself. Then, ever so slowly, Emil the janitor moved his fingers down, tickling the teacher's navel and then grazing up and down across her pubic mound. Gail shivered involuntarily.

She heard Miss Reed moaning, pushing her hips up again and again until, finally, Emil thrust his long middle finger right inside her split. Then, the teacher cried out with pleasure and the janitor used his other hand to pull apart the outer cunt lips. Coming out from the inner folds of her vulva was her clitoris.

It was much more developed than Gail's, a little thumb-like stalk and knob of highly erotic flesh. It seemed to her to wiggle from side to side and the janitor took it between his thumb and forefinger and began to play with it, twisting it back and forth, rubbing it between his fingers.

"How nice, nice," Miss Reed kept panting. "Oh Emil, you shouldn't. But it feels so nice. Oh, yes, do what you did last time."

"What?" he asked, looking up at her.

"With your mouth. Remember?" she asked. Emil chuckled loudly.

"You know," the teacher persisted. "Oh yes, eat me out. Make me come. Suck on it and make me shiver, Emil. You must. Now, now."

Still laughing, Emil reached up and pinched the teacher's tits. Gail saw how they were covered by the woman's blouse, but they rose up against her chest, round and full. Then, Miss Reed closed her eyes and Emil moved over, crouching in front of her. His back was to Gail and he was still fully dressed.

Suddenly, he grabbed hold of her legs and lifted them up until they rested over his shoulders. Then he dived down between her thighs, causing Gail to crane her neck, just able – albeit barely – to see what the janitor was doing.

It was incredible, she realized, watching as Emil's tongue began to lash up and down across the young woman's tight little pussy, tonguing and slurping as Miss Reed kept panting with what Gail knew had to be growing excitement.

She thought of the first time she had gone to bed with a boy, almost a year ago to the day. It had not been particularly pleasant for her and she had avoided screwing after that. But now, as she watched the tall virile-looking janitor eating out the school teacher's twat, Gail Baxter decided that she had waited far too long.

The image of her father and the Italian student, Paolo, flashed across her mind. She trembled, squeezing her thighs together, thinking of what it might be like to have them plow into her, burying their cocks deep inside her young fleecy cunt. Then, she turned her thoughts back to the scene being enacted before her widely staring adolescent eyes.

Emil had buried his lips between the outer puffy folds and creases of the woman's vagina. He nibbled on her clitoris until she was screaming in a high-pitched voice. Emil covered her mouth gently with his hand, saying, "We don't want the principal to find us."

Miss Reed quieted down and then, with a determination Gail had never realized a man might possess, Emil pushed forward and thrust his lips and tongue right inside the teacher's hole. He licked and sponged the inside of her hairy muff until she was writhing on the floor, shaking from side to side.

Despite herself, Gail just couldn't resist. Carefully, hoping that they wouldn't hear her, she lifted up her skirt and bowed her legs slightly. Then, she slowly inserted one finger under her panties until it went right inside her vagina.

Ever since she had lost her virginity, Gail had taken to masturbating, to playing with herself almost every evening before she went to bed. She began to manipulate her clitoris as her finger moved in and out of her hot gaping hole.

It surprised her that it was already moist and juicy, for she was getting wonderfully excited as she watched Emil sucking on Miss Reed's tight little snatch. The man kept slurping and cramming her pussy into his mouth and all the while Gail wiggled her finger in and out, using her thumb to friction against her clit until it stood out, hot and erect.

"Oh yes, baby. More, more. Suck on it," the teacher purred. "Cram your tongue all the way inside. Oh shit it feels so good, Emil, so good."

Emil's head bobbed up and down as his tongue flicked across Miss Reed's snatch. He was breathing hard and Gail could see his chest heaving as he got more and more worked up. She wondered if he had as big a cock as her father's and the vision of Bret's pecker exploded in her mind, making her tremble uncontrollably.

"You want real thing?" Emil asked, moving his head away, staring down at the young woman who lay before him.

"Emil, you know you shouldn't," she whispered, her eyes piercing, intense and questioning. "What if someone should come down and see? We'd lose our jobs. I couldn't teach again."

"No one come to basement," he assured her. "We hear, anyway."

He got slowly to his feet and then, still looking down at Miss Reed as she kept her legs spread wide apart and Gail frigged herself rapidly, her finger darting in and out as she got more and more excited – as if she was seeing her father in action once again, Emil began to unbuckle his belt.

Gail held her breath, wondering what would happen.

Miss Reed looked at the janitor, the tip of her tongue flicking out from between her parted lips as she watched Emil. He pulled down the zipper to his pants and lowered them off of his hips. He was wearing thin cotton underbriefs and when he pulled them down as well, the teacher gasped out hotly.

Gail stared at the round hairy globes of the janitor's muscular buttocks, still not able to see the man's cock. But when Emil moved Miss Reed around so that they would have more room on the bare floor, away from an adjacent pipe, Gail nearly blew everything by groaning out loud.

She crammed her fist into her mouth just as the moan of lust and impatient desire emerged from between her lips. Luckily, they didn't hear her. But she had seen it and she kept staring, unable to take her eyes off the janitor's penis. It was, beyond a shadow of a doubt, the most amazing cock she had ever seen in all of her life.

Rising up against Emil's lean washboard belly was the most monstrously swollen cock she had ever dreamed of. It was even bigger than her father's, although not by much. But as far as Gail was concerned, the inch difference was still significant. It looked as thick around as her wrist and almost as long as her forearm. It was, she saw, a deep pink color with a darker hued cock-head. The head itself was like a fist or a ripe piece of fruit, it was so big around. Hanging below were the man's nuts, huge and hairy, wrinkled as well.

"I never can stop looking at it," Miss Reed admitted, her voice filled with admiration as she stared at the janitor's most amazing tool.

Emil grinned at her, wagging his hard-on in her face.

"It's always hard for me to believe it's real, that it's all you," she went on, still staring, mesmerized by the sight of Emil's ten-inch penis.

It was true, Gail realized. The man had a cock that was too large, too thick to be real. She couldn't imagine how Miss Reed would ever be able to get it up inside her pussy. But when and if she did, Gail just knew for sure that Emil would excite her incredibly. He just had to, she thought to herself, staring hotly at the man's throbbing mammoth pole.

It rose up in the air, pulsating violently as Emil crouched down in front of the school teacher. He tucked his work shirt up and out of the way. Then, bracing himself on the palms of his hands, he leaned forward and the young woman stuck out her tongue.

"Yes, suck, suck," he whispered, encouraging her as she began to lick the bulbous and blood-engorged head of his amazing penis.

"I'm going to make you so nice and hot," she promised, "that when you ram that… that thing into me I'll just explode."

Gail was trembling and she thrust yet another finger into her already sopping wet and dripping pussy. She hadn't come yet, but she knew it was just a matter of time, a matter of minutes. Slowly, inch by thick and cumbersome inch, Miss Reed opened her mouth to the breaking point, sucking in more and more of the janitor's oversized dong.

When it was halfway in, she started to gag, unable to take anymore. Then, Emil began to mouth-fuck her, pistoning his pecker in and out quickly and smoothly, getting more and more excited. His huge bloated nuts swayed between his grizzly thighs and Gail saw how the man kept arching his hips forward, impaling Miss Reed with his enormously long and thick penis.

Yes, Gail said to herself. Tonight I'm gonna get into Paolo's pants, if it's the last thing I do.

Still, she couldn't quite believe what was happening.

Here she was watching the janitor having sex with one of the teachers at the high school. It was a spectacle that she was sure no one else would believe. For after Miss Reed had sucked on Emil's cock for five or ten minutes, he pulled it slowly out of her mouth and Gail held her breath, waiting for the grand finale.

Grabbing hold of his meat with one hand, unable to get his fingers around his own cock because it was so thick, Emil lowered himself down. He moved slowly and Miss Reed looked up at him with wide and expectant eyes as he pressed the fistful that was his cock-head right up to the entrance of her hairy muff.

Gail's fingers were covered, dripping with cunt-juice as Emil shoved down. She shoved them in and out, holding her breath as she watched the janitor lunging forward once again, this time succeeding in thrusting the head of his rammer right between the woman's outer and ragged-edged cunt lips.

Miss Reed panted eagerly, begging him for more.

Then, once again, Emil pushed forward and the teacher gasped hotly as he began to shove in his cock. A third and then a fourth frenzied and excited thrust forward and he moaned out loud, his penis buried all the way inside the teacher's incredibly stretched and cock-crammed pussy.

"Oh baby, baby," she sobbed. "I can taste it. In my mouth, everywhere, it's everywhere! Fuck me, do it, give me more, more of that cock!"

Gail saw how the teacher's breasts heaved up and down as Emil rested on top of her, grinding his pubic bush down against the woman's hairy mound. And then, as her first climax readied itself and she tried to keep from crying out with the intense pleasure of her orgasm, Gail saw the janitor begin to fuck Miss Reed.

He started hammering his pecker in and out, plunging down quickly and then pulling out again, never stopping. His huge round balls battered loudly against her upraised buttocks and he moved with a fluidity and grace that thrilled Gail to the very quick.

And as she came, her fingers clutching her clitoris as her body burned with the fires of adolescent passion and mounting desire, Gail kept watching, staring as Emil pounded away, plowing into the lush young body of the school teacher, Miss Reed.

He pulled his cock almost all the way out of her hot gaping hole before ramming it in again.

Miss Reed clutched him around the shoulders, emitting little whimpers and sighs of delight. "Give me more, more!" she kept crying out, holding onto him and locking her ankles behind his heaving back. "Plow into me, Emil. Cram it in. Shove harder, harder. Yes, more, fill me, fill me with your big beautiful thick cock!"

Emil snorted like a raging bull and Gail kept trembling, hypnotized by the sight of the janitor's massive body bucking and swaying on top of the young woman. His cock worked in and out like a sledgehammer, thrusting deeper and deeper until she found herself gasping at the same time the teacher cried out with joyous abandon.

Still unable to believe what was happening, Gail kept fondling and playing with herself, her first orgasm passed and the second one was getting ready to explode inside her overheated loins. She had never felt so aroused, so physically and sexually excited, in all of her life.

"Hot, so hot, tight, fucking tight," the janitor swore in his halting immigrant accent, thrusting into Miss Reed with jabbing dog-like strokes. His cock, moving faster and faster, seemed to have a mind of its own, to exist independently of his body.

Gail just didn't know how the teacher was able to take it.

Emil's lean muscular asscheeks were quivering and – in Gail's estimation – his luscious come-filled nuts were whacking against the young woman, never staying still for an instant. Then, when Gail thought she would go berserk, Miss Reed cried out that she was coming, and coming soon.

"Now, oh yes, now!" she screamed hotly. "Cream, fill me, baby. Shoot, shoot you beautiful motherfucker, shoot!"

Emil slammed into her with loud resounding thuds and as the teacher raked her fingernails over his bucking swaying shoulders, he suddenly seemed to stiffen. Having already reached a second climax, Gail's cunt juices were streaming down the walls of her snatch and dripping down her legs. She trembled and watched the janitor getting ready to come.

He babbled in a foreign tongue, his voice bellowing as he shook and trembled on top of her and is cock drilled in, deeper than ever. Then, he just kept it there.

Gail could imagine what it felt like and the very image of Emil's cock gone out of control, spraying thick wads of jism into her hot dripping hole, made her come again as well.

Clutching her, Emil lay heavily against her body, breathing deeper, trying to catch his breath. Finally, he pulled away from Miss Reed and as Gail quickly lowered her skirt and hitched up her panties, she looked at the janitor's cock.

It was already getting limp, covered with milky-white flecks of his semen. Come was dripping out of Miss Reed's pussy and she lay on the floor, drenched in sweat. Emil helped her to her feet and she bent down, sucking his cock dry as he ran his fingers through her hair. Then, when he was clean, he stuffed his cock back into his work pants.

Even in repose, Gail noticed that it was a good seven or eight inches long, a regular thick piece of sausage hanging between the man's thickly muscled thighs.

"You sure know what you're doing," Miss Reed kidded him as he leaned over and pinched her tits with his hand. "I just can't say no to you, Emil."

"No one says no," he replied in a slow and halting voice.

It was then that Gail decided it was time to leave. She crept away, trying not to make any sounds or attract their attention. The note lay crumpled in the pocket of her blouse; as yet, undelivered.

She was still shaking when she got back upstairs and entered the classroom. The period was just about over and her teacher made no comment about the note, assuming that it been duly delivered. She had been too involved in disciplining an unruly boy to notice how long Gail Baxter had been out of the room.

As she sat in her seat waiting for the bell to ring, Gail kept thinking of what she had seen. It stayed with her like a stain, an indelible stain coloring her mind. And when she saw Paolo the next period in English, she looked at him and smiled, wondering what lay behind the loose rounded bulge in his European trousers.

She was determined to find out, and the sooner the better.

CHAPTER FIVE

If anyone would have told Gary Baxter that his parents and his sister were not as normal and clean-living as he had always supposed, he would have simply laughed at them. The very notion that the other members of his family were secret swingers, sensualists of the first order, had simply never entered his mind.

"Dullsville," he was apt to say when asked about his mother and father.

"A prune," he was invariably heard to say when questioned about his sister.

But as far as he was concerned, life was just beginning.

At fifteen, he had already chalked up his first lay. The memory of that adolescent conquest was still with him and he would recite each vivid detail to his friends while showering in the locker room after football practice.

Any why not? he thought to himself. Why shouldn't I be proud? I'm not a virgin anymore. I tasted cunt, I felt it and that's a lot more than most – if not all – of my friends can boast.

It had happened to him the previous summer.

He had been at summer camp and it was here that he had heard about Crazy Annie. She helped the cook out in the mess hall kitchen and one of the kids in his bunk, a tall pimply boy who had gone to the same camp the summer before, had confided in him one night.

"She's cuckoo," the kid had told Gary. "She lets the boys feel her up, shit like that."

"Did you… did you ever see her… naked?" Gary asked, wide-eyed and excited at the very idea of a woman without her clothes on.

"Naw," the kid told him. "I don't like her looks."

But Gary had seen Crazy Annie and he didn't mind her looks at all. She was a huge almost rotund woman in her thirties, with mammoth boobs and a plump ass to match. He'd seen her waddling around the camp grounds and once, when he had gone into the kitchen to bring back a cup of coffee for his counselor, he had seen her leaning over.

As he moved closer, he sucked in his breath, for the rattle-brained Annie wasn't wearing any panties. The very sight of her round white and naked asscheeks made his heart pound and he covered his crotch with his hands, embarrassed to be caught with so obvious a hard-on.

For Gary Baxter took after his father. At fourteen (and especially now, at fifteen) he was physically well-developed, more mature than most boys his age. He liked to believe that his cock had gotten as big as it was because he had exercised it, jerking off three and even four times a day since the first time he was able to come, when he was twelve.

But the sight of Annie's bare ripe ass could not be forgotten. Afterwards, Gary was determined to see it again and see more, if he could manage it. He took to sneaking off to the woman's cabin, a ram-shackle affair off in the woods, not that far away from his bunk.

One afternoon he had disappeared from the nature walk he was supposed to be on. He tramped through the woods and began walking more furtively when he saw her cabin looming up before him. He didn't know if she was in or not, but when he peeked through a dusty window, he was really in for a surprise.

For there, squatting on an old-fashioned toilet bowl which was separated from the rest of her room by a thin sliding curtain, was Crazy Annie. She had neglected to pull the curtain across and Gary was able to see her, her dress hiked up around her hips so that from the waist down she was completely naked.

He remembered shivering with delight and getting an immediate and flaming boner. Annie sat on the toilet seat and he heard a great rushing steam of urine coming out. But what really got to him, most of all, was the sight of the woman's cunt. He nearly came in his pants when he took one look at it. It was a great hairy black thing, covered with a thick mat of pubic curls. Visible through the ringlets of hair were two flaps of thick skin that looked like lips and as the woman sat on the seat and peed, she spread apart those lips and looked down between her heavy plump white thighs.

As far as Gary was concerned, the whole thing was fantastic, just not to be believed, because the inside of Annie's pussy wasn't like anything he's seen or known about, except maybe the inside of a mouth. It looked all slick, wrinkled and folded over with skin. She kept pushing one finger down between those outer lips and suddenly, Gary sucked in his breath.

At first, he just couldn't believe his eyes.

He thought that Crazy Annie had a cock, a little pecker just like the one he used to have before his own cock had gotten larger, longer and thicker. It was about as long and thick as his thumb, wiggling back and forth as the woman pulled aside the folds of her cunt-flesh and exposed it to his sight.

It hadn't been until later that Gary had found out he had been looking at a clitoris. But then, it was the first time he had seen a pussy and he just couldn't get enough of it. Friends at school had drawn pictures, but obviously, he realized then, they had made it all up, for none of the drawings he had seen looked anything like what Annie had between her legs.

But what was more, Annie had stopped pissing, but she wasn't about to stop what she was doing. Quite carefully, her eyes closed as she leaned back. Gary watched as the feeble-minded woman thrust one finger in and out of her wide gaping hairy hole. And as she played with herself, she twisted her little finger of clit-flesh back and forth.

A few minutes later, he heard her begin to moan softly. Her legs started to twitch and his eyes bugged out when he saw the woman's cunt lips actually fluttering, waving back and forth, clenching and unclenching like two fucking butterfly wings!

Annie clamped and unclamped her thighs together, pressing her finger down into her hole, almost sucking it right inside as Gary reached into the pocket of his blue jeans and felt the throbbing outline of his cock. It was hard and rigid inside his undershorts and he began to stroke it as he kept looking at her, licking his lips and feeling his excitement mounting.

Annie then pushed in yet another finger. There were two of them, moving quickly in and out as her great obese body trembled and her huge pendulous boobs heaved up and down inside the top of her dress. Gary had a sudden urge, a desire to bury his face between them, to thrust his fingers into Annie's hole and feel the soft warmth that he knew, almost instinctively, it must be like.

And as she worked, jabbing with short little strokes, he could see how trickles of some kind of liquid were moving down the slick dark red walls of her pussy. They formed little oily droplets which covered her cunt hairs and her groans grew louder, as if she was in some kind of pain.

Only he knew that it had to be pleasure, for it was very much like jerking off, even if Annie didn't have a cock. At the time, he thought that the woman's clit was only an underdeveloped penis and the more she played with it, the more he played with his own virile tool.

He suddenly looked around, just to make sure that no other campers, or counselors for that matter, were lurking in the woods nearby. Satisfied that he was alone and not being watched, Gary had pulled down the zipper of his blue jeans, thrusting his hands inside and grabbing hold of his cock.

It was stiff and really hard, the head swollen so round that his fingers didn't fit around it. Still watching, his eye glued to the dusty window, he began to rub and stroke up and down along the veiny bristling shaft of his dick. It got even longer and began to pulsate, throbbing as he felt the heat building up in his groin.

But Crazy Annie was almost finished.

Her fingers jabbed and poked in and out of her pussy and the droplets of juice trickled down her thighs as suddenly she gave a convulsive little shudder. Her eyes rolled up and her moans grew even louder. Gary knew that she must be experiencing something very much like what he felt when he came.

The woman's body was heaving and trembling on the toilet seat. Suddenly, Gary's cock erupted without warning. He looked down and sighed to himself, shivering as he saw his youthful cream cascading out of the head of his pecker, filling his curled fingers with a thick milky deposit of semen. Quickly, afraid that the nutty woman would catch him looking at her, he stuffed his cock back into his pants.

Then, he hurried back to his bunk, deciding to say that he had had a splitting headache and had decided to take an unscheduled nap. He knew his counselor would believe him. In fact, he knew his counselor would believe anything he said because Uncle Dick – so Gary had noticed – had a pair of very curious eyes.

Horny eyes, to be more exact.

On more than one occasion he had caught the older man staring at him in the shower house. His eyes had been riveted to the sight of Gary's amazingly well-developed cock and the boy knew enough about life to recognize the look of someone who was hot for his body.

So he didn't worry about getting bawled out for leaving the nature walk without telling anyone. As he lay on his bunk bed, he closed his eyes and thought of what he had seen. It was pussy, he realized with a smile, actual honest-to-god pussy. He couldn't forget about it for a minute.

Then, about two weeks later, the grand event finally took place. The very thought of it still gave Gary the shivers, for it had been the first (and as yet the last) time he had gotten fucked.

Late one night he lay under the covers, dreaming of what it would be like to shove his cock right inside that great hairy cunt he had seen between Crazy Annie's legs. And the more he thought about it, the more excited he became. He just couldn't fall asleep, his cock hard and ready to burst, he was so turned on to the thought of fucking the older woman.

The lights were out, the campers and counselors sound asleep when he slipped out of his bed, rearranged the blankets so that it looked as if he was sleeping with the covers over his head, and tiptoed out of the bunk.

He shivered in his thin summer pajamas and hurried off into the woods, heading for Crazy Annie's cabin. A plan, a devious scheme, had come to his horny boyish mind. Knowing that the woman was really not in her right mind, he decided to fool her and get the one thing he really desired, the one thing he knew he had to have before returning home at the end of August.

Without knocking on the door of her cabin, he burst inside, only to find Annie sound asleep, a huge whale-like mass huddled under the bedcovers at the far end of her little room. At first, she didn't hear him and Gary crawled into her bed, feigning an attack of the jitters. He pressed his shivering body against her back getting an instant erection as he felt the woman's warm smooth skin beneath her nightgown.

He began to rub his hard-on right between the crack of her ass. Annie's buttocks pressed against him, round and plump and really inviting. Holding his breath, wondering what she would say or do, Gary waited for the woman to wake up.

And the more he rubbed, the harder his cock became. It was already burning, itching with a persistent throbbing sensation when Annie finally began to mumble, turning over in her sleep. All of a sudden he was against her front, his head buried between her enormous swelling jugs.

Gary inhaled her womanly scent, feeling his cock inside his pajama bottoms. It was pushing against something that felt crisp and hairy and he kept shivering, knowing that he was touching the woman's cunt, even if it was still hidden inside the folds of her nightgown.

Finally, Crazy Annie opened her eyes, really wide. She looked at the boy, recognizing him as one of the campers. "Oh," she said in a funny faraway voice.

Looking down at him, Gary turned red under her stare. He wondered if she could feel his cock rubbing against her pussy. He stopped moving and replied in a frightened boyish voice, "I had a nightmare, Annie. I was… I was walking in my sleep. I feel so afraid, so alone." He trembled purposely, looking up at her with wide frightened little boy eyes.

"Poor, poor baby boy," she said in that same freaky voice, a voice that gave him the shivers. She reached out and drew him up against her, as if he was a doll and she an over-age over-large little girl.

Her big strong arms encircled him and held him in their embrace. Gary's dong was still stiff, as hard as it could get, moving almost of its own volition up and down the front of the woman's nightgown. But when she pulled the covers back and looked down at his crotch, he thought he would faint from embarrassment.

"Mousie?" she asked, staring at his cock as it tented up the front of his pajama bottoms.

His penis stuck up, hard and long like a stake. He couldn't say a word to her, but he noticed how intently she stared, finally reaching out and touching the head of his dong as Gary shivered once again, overcome with excitement just by the woman's one tentative and fleeting caress.

Indeed, at that moment she was the first person other than Gary to have touched his pecker. "What?" she asked, pointing to his cock.

"A present. A present for you, Annie," he said, gathering his courage, determined to see the whole thing through to the end, to its logical conclusion.

"For me! For me!" she said, bursting into a smile and suddenly pulling his pajamas down over his hips. His enormous virile cock sprung out into view and he looked at Annie as she stared at it, clapping her hands.

"Touch it again," he told her. "It makes me feel nice, Annie."

Nodding her head, as excited as a little girl confronted with a new doll or a puppy dog, Annie reached down again and laid hold of Gary's cock, running the tips of her fingers up and down along the thick pulsating shaft.

"Hard, hard like Mr. Sam's cockie," she told him, rotating her palm over the head of his enormous hot dick.

Gary smiled then, knowing that the rest would be easy as pie. For Mr. Sam was none other than the cook and it was obvious to him that Annie had not only seen, but had touched the man's penis just as she was touching his at that very moment. And knowing Sam's reputation as an ass-man, a cunt-man, Gary knew that the woman had been most obliging, letting the cook use her cunt the way he must have desired.

A rush of pleasure and excitement welled up in him and gathering his courage, he asked her if she had a "cockie" as well. Laughing, Annie shook her head from side to side.

"What then?" Gary persisted, knowing full well but deciding that if he acted like an innocent little boy he'd be able to pull the whole thing off and get as much of her as he wanted.

"Pussy, pussy, pussy," she purred, still, giggling, still fondling Gary's penis.

"Oh let me see, Annie. I won't tell anyone. Honest," and saying this, Gary reached down to the bottom of the woman's nightgown and quickly threw it up around her waist. She lay back with a reassuring sigh and he got up on his knees, sitting on the backs of his legs as he stared down with joy at the sight of Annie's big hairy pussy.

It looked even nicer than the first time he had seen it. Gary wanted to touch it, to taste it, to put his cock into place right between those thick puffy flaps of skin which peered out from beneath their cover of curly black hair.

"It's so funny looking," he told her, still play-acting, pretending to be an innocent little boy. "What's that called?" and he poked a finger right between the hairy lips of Annie's snatch. He felt the round swollen knob of her clitoris and spread the outer flaps apart with his other hand. Annie lay there and didn't move, watching him intently.

Then, he gasped with surprise and delight when her huge finger-like clitoris popped into view. It seemed to be imbedded in the folds of her cunt-flesh, jerking about from side to side on its thumb-like stalk.

Figuring that her silence could only mean one thing, that being that she was plainly enjoying what he was doing to her, Gary suddenly threw himself down between the woman's plump ripe thighs. She sucked in her breath, saying, "Nice, nice. Cockie and pussy, pussy, nice."

He barely heard her.

His lips and tongue lashed out across her wide hairy twat, slurping and sucking greedily. His nose pressed down into her split and he inhaled deeply, savoring the hot spicy scent of the woman's vagina. It was musky and pungent and Gary began to tongue and kiss her private parts, his excitement and sexual enthusiasm mounting with every liquid touch, with every swipe of his hot raspy tongue.

Pawing through the dense thicket of pubic hair, he stretched Annie's puffy cunt lips as wide as possible. They were gaping open and he stared intently at her clitoris before opening his mouth. Then, bending down, he sucked it right between his lips.

"Nice, nice," she kept saying as he felt the little thumb of clit trembling inside his mouth. Gary kept sucking on it like a child sucking on his thumb.

And the harder he tongued it, scraping the tips of his front teeth up and down the thick wiggling stem, the more excited Annie seemed to become. "Oh cockie, cockie bigger than Mr. Sam. Nice," she whimpered.

It felt wonderfully hot inside his mouth and he drew it in and out from between his lips, curling his tongue around it and sucking down hard. Almost immediately, Gary felt droplets of Annie's cunt juice trickling into his mouth. He tasted them on his tongue and smiled to himself, knowing that he was about to succeed.

Then, swallowing them down, he lapped hotly in and out of her pussy, pistoning his tongue quickly as he rubbed his inflamed thick cock against the sheets.

He was stretching out in front of her when he felt Annie grab hold of his legs and swing him around. She pulled off the bottoms of his pajamas and he undid the top part himself. Then, as he hovered above her, his legs outstretched along her shoulders, he looked back just in time to see Annie lifting her head and impaling his penis right between her lips.

"Oh yes, yes," he groaned with pleasure. "Do it more, Annie. It feels so good. Yes, suck on my cock. Make it hard, nice and hard. It feels so hot, so wet."

Annie covered his cock with her lips, her tongue roaming up and down along the shaft until Gary was in an ecstasy of delight. Even as he worked his lips around the woman's amazing stubby clitoris, sucking and chewing on it delicately, Annie was busy sucking on his pecker.

She had, he noticed every last inch of his dong inside her mouth and it was so damp and warm that he felt weak, faint with desire. At the same time, she fondled his tight little scrotal sac, fingering the root of his cock and slipping one thick middle finger right up along his anal crack.

Spreading apart the tight dimpled cheeks of Gary's ass, Annie rubbed her finger along the damp hot crevice until he shivered, his nuts contracting as he quickly pulled his cock out of her mouth. He hadn't wanted to come right then and as she looked up at him, surprised that he had pulled away, Gary pivoted around and grabbed hold of Annie's nightgown.

He wanted, more than anything, to do it then and there.

He couldn't stop himself, couldn't control himself. Wrenching the nightgown off of her he stared at her tits, huge white gourds capped by dark pink nipples as big around as cherries. Then, throwing himself on top of her, his cock slipping up and down along her hairy pubic mound, Gary sucked in one nipple after another.

Clinging to him, Annie shivered violently and Gary felt the nipples growing longer and harder, more firm, inside his mouth. He played and fondled her tits, weighing them, cupping them in the palms of his hands with the flesh overflowing out of his fingers and Annie's chest rising and falling as her sounds of passion grew louder and louder.

"Oh cockie, cockie in pussy," she whispered, pointing between her legs as Gary moved back on the bed.

"I'll make you feel good all right," he promised her as Annie spread her thighs wide and the lips of her vagina opened up, all wet and glistening with his spittle as well as her abundantly flowing juices.

Then, taking hold of his dong, he moved down, lowering himself slowly. He watched his cock moving closer and closer to those wide gaping cunt lips. Finally, he jabbed forward as he imagined he must do, crying out as he felt the head of his penis making contact.

It slipped right into place between Annie's toothless gaping cunt lips, almost swallowing him as he plunged forward. He shoved the entire manly length of his thick weapon right down inside of the woman's snatch.

Annie clamped her legs around him, holding him in place as Gary felt the shaft of his pecker touching and slithering against the slick wet walls of the woman's vagina. It was the most incredibly exciting feeling of his life and he kept his cock in place, as far down as possible so that his thin pubic bush curled together with Annie's own thick womanly thatch.

She was whispering to him hoarsely, urging him on. Lifting up slowly, Gary eased his cock out of its damp enveloping confines before shoving it down again. Soon enough he realized that the harder and deeper he rammed forward, the more pleased and excited Annie became.

So he shoved down hard and pulled back halfway before hammering his tool in again. He could feel her using her muscles to hold him in place and the more he pistoned in and out of her wide gaping hole, the hotter he became.

Gary was pressing his chest up against Annie's enormous bloated and balloon-like tits, rubbing and frictioning along her body as his penis plowed in and out, never stopping. He could hear his little wrinkled sac whacking against her and she reached around and cupped his balls in her hand, making him tremble with pleasure and growing delight.

"Oh Annie, it feels so good. Such a sweet tight thing it is. I can't stop feeling so hot, as if I'm on fire."

Annie laughed, although Gary wasn't sure she had understood what he had said. But it was, nevertheless, a laugh of physical excitement and not so much one of amusement. For even then, the woman was humping forward, pushing her hips up to meet each of his strokes as he crashed down against her, cushioned on top of her plump thick white skin.

It was better, much better he reasoned, than jerking off.

Gary just couldn't get enough of her and the harder he worked, the more excited he became. Finally, he couldn't hold back. "It's happening, happening!" he yelled out as Annie squeezed his nuts gently as if to push his come right out and up the length of his buried cock-shaft.

"Cockie hard, hard," she cooed.

"I want to fill you, fill you until you can't take anymore," he told her, clutching her tits, one in each hand. He squeezed them frantically and came. With a loud piercing shriek Gary yelled out as he felt his jism flying up the length of his shaft and gushing out hotly into Annie's wet gripping pussy.

She kept holding him down as he creamed, his orgasm making him weak and senseless. More and more come spurted out into her hold and just as he was about to stop, the last thick milky wads splattering into her snatch, Annie came as well.

Clutching him, her legs trembled as she gripped Gary's back and shivered violently. He felt something wet and syrupy covering his dick and as his cock began to go limp, Annie kept coming, moaning and tossing her huge girth from one side of the bed to the other. She kept Gary locked in a rigid viselike embrace so that he felt his ribs pressing tightly against her chest.

Her excitement was much more intense than when he had seen her on the toilet. Every part of her body trembled and shivered and she was even crazier than usual, moaning on about cockie, cockie everywhere and pussy, pussy, pussy… she babbled, on and on, until she lay beneath him, so exhausted that she fell right to sleep.

Gary crawled out of her bed and quickly put on his pajamas. Taking one final look at her wet naked body as she began to snore, he opened the door to her cabin and stepped outside. But before he could see what was happening, he felt someone grabbing him on the shoulder.

Spinning around he opened his eyes wide, finding himself staring up at his counselor, Uncle Dick. But before he could say a word or think up a likely story, the older man began to shake him, throttling him from side to side and dragging him into the woods.

"A fine sight!" he railed. "Is that what happens when I decide to trust you, Gary? I saw what happened, I saw everything!"

"What do you mean?" Gary asked, frightened, wondering if the counselor would tell the owners of the camp and have him sent home to the merciless wrath of his irate parents.

"You know what I'm talking about, kiddo," Uncle Dick said sarcastically. "I saw you plowing into the poor crazy woman. I saw you sucking on her and fucking the shit out of her. Aren't you ashamed of yourself?"

Gary looked up at the man, smiling nervously.

"Did you like what you saw?" he asked.

"What kind of a question is that? And wipe that shit-eatin' grin off your face, young man. This is some serious business you've gotten yourself into," the counselor went on.

But Gary already knew how to get out of any difficulties. He knew, once he was finished with Uncle Dick, that the man wouldn't dare tell a soul what he had seen the young fourteen-year-old camper doing inside of Crazy Annie's cabin.

For he remembered, recalled with perfect clarity, the looks and intense stares Dick had given him in the shower house. Now, shivering in his pajamas, he decided to take things into his own hands, hoping that his suspicions about the man would prove correct.

"But did you enjoy… enjoy watching me?" Gary had asked, standing with his hands on his hips, hoping that the older man would look down and notice the erection he was slowly getting.

"What do you mean?" Dick said curiously.

"Well, you know. How did I look? I mean, did it turn you on because I have such a big piece of meat?" and saying that, he took hold of Dick's hand and pressed it against his crotch, rubbing the guy's fingers up and down the length of his huge swollen hard-on.

His brazenness pleased him, even excited him. But what he was doing still made him gag. He knew that he had no choice and he could see how Dick was trembling, not moving his fingers away from his cock.

"Touch it," Gary whispered. "I'd like that."

Dick said nothing, but a strangled moan escaped his lips and suddenly he was crouching in front of Gary, fumbling at the waist of his pajama bottoms. He yanked them down and stared at the boy's huge virile cock.

"Do it," Gary kept whispering. "Take it in your mouth, just like Annie did. Suck on it. I won't tell anyone. I like it. I like it a lot."

That was all, he realized, Dick had to hear.

Groaning loudly, the man grabbed hold of his cock and pressed his eager mouth forward, taking it inside his lips as Gary closed his eyes, feeling nauseous and unclean. And even as the counselor kept sucking him off, playing with his own cock at the same time, Gary didn't say anything else, not another word.

But he came, nevertheless. And Uncle Dick had swallowed down every drop of his cream, smacking his lips with gusto and obvious delight while his own cock erupted, spraying come all over Gary's feet.

Gary Baxter recalled all these things, the events – traumatic and significant – of the previous summer. But since that time, he hadn't found a girl to fuck. The chicks his own age were virgins, unwilling to let a boy do anything more than feel them up. Occasionally, he let one of the guys on the football team jerk him off and once, a month or so before, the coach had even taken Gary into his office and had given him a rather expert blow-job.

But that, he knew, wasn't his style.

He wanted pussy and the more he thought about it, the hornier he became. He just had to get a piece soon or else he'd go insane, as insane and crazy as Annie herself.

In fact, he already had a likely candidate in mind. A girl in his sister's class had really turned him on. She had long blonde hair and really big boobs, just the way he liked them. He had watched her from afar and once, had even rubbed against her in the crowded hallway, feeling the round smooth globes of her tight little ass.

If necessary, he knew he would rape her to get what he wanted. It had been, he knew, far too long since his experience with Crazy Annie. And Gary Baxter, unknowingly just like his father, was far too impatient and far too sexually insatiable to wait until a piece of ass offered itself to him on a silver platter.

He knew that he'd have to do something, something drastic if necessary, to get what he wanted. And the sooner he did it, the better.

CHAPTER SIX

Gail did not come home until late that evening.

She had told her mother that she would be studying with an exchange student and so she had no idea of the fight Lois had had with Bret. It had to do with money and love and, of course, sex.

Lois had ran out of the living room crying, locking herself in the bathroom. The things she had gone through that morning with the plumbers were still on her mind, although she would have felt much better and far less guilt-ridden had Bret admitted his lunchtime escapade with Norma Jean, the hot cock-teasing little waitress.

Had Gail been there, she wouldn't have believed that her parents were actually fighting. After what she had witnessed that very morning, she was firmly convinced that the two of them were still just as much in love as they had been on the day they had gotten married.

But Lois had screamed out that she would divorce Bret and Bret had railed out that he'd sooner fuck a chicken than take her in his arms. Gary, upstairs in his room, jerked off, ignoring the loud crashing sounds which came back to him. Like all "perfectly normal" families, he didn't think it very unusual or noteworthy that his parents were arguing with each other. Besides, he had more important things to think about. Like Sharon, for instance, Gail's friend.

At the same time that Bret and Lois were having their free-for-all, their "perfectly normal" daughter, Gail, was on her way over to see Paolo, the Italian exchange student she had made a study date with that night.

She kept thinking of what she had seen that day.

First her father and then Emil. Both of them had huge cocks, far bigger than the one which had plowed into her cherry, taking her virginity the year before. She couldn't understand why she was so intrigued by size alone, for she had read that the length and width of a penis had nothing to do with sexual gratification for a woman.

But still, she just kept thinking that the bigger the cock, the better it must be.

Maybe I'm neurotic, she thought to herself, embarrassed that all she kept thinking about was cocks and more cocks.

And then she drew up a picture of Paolo in her mind as she neared the house he was staying at. Ever since she had first seen him, she had known that he was perfect, absolutely perfect for her. She had sat next to him in class and her knees had gotten weak. He was six-foot-two with huge rippling muscles and a massive wrestler-like physique. Someone had told her that he had been a champion soccer player back in Italy, and she didn't doubt it for a minute.

She had decided almost immediately that she had to go to bed with him. His olive complexion, his thick crop of jet black hair and his dark black and piercing eyes had all gotten to her. In fact, it was the very second day of class that she had made her first move.

Paolo had, at the time, seemed rather shy and distant. But without even realizing it, Gail had found herself pressing her thigh against his nearest leg as they sat in class together. The young man didn't move, but when he glanced at her, she smiled and whispered an introduction. He seemed pleased and nodded his head and Gail had kept her leg in place, moving it up and down very slowly, so as not to be too obvious.

She had wondered if Paolo was turning on to her and when she looked at his crotch, she couldn't see anything but a rounded nondescript bulge. Temporarily disappointed, Gail had concentrated on what her teacher had been saying, wondering what Paolo was thinking and curious to know if he liked her or not.

But as time went on, he opened up to her, becoming much more friendly and warm than she had ever believed possible. And now, finally and as far as she was concerned, "at long last", he had suggested that they study for an English exam together.

Pleased with herself, glad that she hadn't worn undies or a bra, Gail knocked on the front door and a minute later it opened up. Paolo stood in the threshold, huge and imposing. He ushered her inside and she was pleasantly surprised when, once she was in the living room, she found he had set out wine and cheese and had even lit several candles.

It all seemed impossibly romantic, wonderfully grown-up and she sat back on the couch, put her books on the coffee table as he went to turn on the stereo.

She poured the wine and they clinked glasses. She kept hoping that he wasn't as shy as he had always seemed. Then, the boy began to explain what he understood and what he found confusing. But Gail was only aware of the sound of his voice and not what he was saying.

She kept looking at him, studying him as her eyes roamed up and down his body. He was wearing American clothes, faded blue jeans that seemed molded to his legs, as if he had showered with them on in order to get them to fit so tightly.

His blue work shirt was open at the neck and she saw his dark wiry chest hairs, little curls and ringlets which grew profusely across his wide rugged chest. At eighteen, he looked even older and Gail shifted position so that her skirt rode up a little and she hoped that Paolo could now see more of her bare legs.

"Tell me," she asked, the wine having already gone to her head. "What are Italian men really like?" She giggled nervously and ran one finger up and down his hairy muscular arm, staring into his eyes.

Paolo seemed to get flustered and looked down at his lap. Gail looked down as well, smiling to herself. Something was growing in the young man's pants, definitely getting bigger and bigger by the second. She kept running her finger along his arm, inching closer.

"Are Italian men really such good lovers?" she asked, noting the intensity of his stare as he watched her every move, as he listened to her every word.

"What do you mean?" he asked her.

"You know," and she laughed. Paolo drained his glass and poured himself another. Gail could tell that he was getting a little lewder. "They say that Italians really know how to make a woman wild."

"Yes," he agreed, laughing amicably. "That is what I hear them say. But I see how curious you are, Gail."

"Yes," she admitted, feeling giddy. Her heart began to beat wildly. "I'm very curious, if you must know the truth."

Suddenly, she just couldn't take anymore game-playing.

She leaned forward and threw her arms around Paolo's shoulders, pressing her lips to his. He put down his glass and grabbed her tightly, thrusting his mouth against hers and slipping his tongue in and out from between her lips.

Gail was overcome with excitement. She clung to him as his strong powerful arms encircled her, drawing her up against him. Then, tonguing her deliciously, his hot raspy prober curling in and out of her mouth, she began to respond in kind. She felt Paolo's hard muscular body pressing against her, gently lowering her down on the couch.

"I had my first woman when I was twelve," he told her, looking into her eyes. "Since then I have slept with many, many different woman. But only with older women from my country. Never with an American so young and beautiful as you."

All she could do was smile.

It was as if she was in a movie, only the movie was real life and real life was absolutely perfect. Gail looked at him as if he was a prince, come to ravish her and make her his personal love-goddess.

She felt silly and romantic, but she loved the feeling, nevertheless. Griping Paolo around the shoulders, they slid off the couch and onto the carpeted floor. He moved away the coffee table so that they would have enough room.

Then, holding himself above her, he looked down and thrust out his tongue, licking her lips, sucking on her chin and then her neck. Gail was, at first, quite passive. She let Paolo do whatever he wanted, loving the way he moved his mouth down to her neck and sucking on her flesh. He nibbled her skin gently and she began to get more and more excited.

Pressing his hands over the heavy mounds of her breasts, he squeezed them slightly. Gail shuddered from his touch and he rolled her nipples around between his thumb and fore-finger, sliding down off of her and stretching his legs out on the carpet. Slowly, his hands traveled down over her breasts, fondling and caressing them.

Then, he massaged her smooth rounded stomach and then crept almost cautiously to her snatch. Gail moaned hotly as she felt the tips of Paolo's fingers rubbing up against her pubic bush, still hidden beneath the cloth of her skirt. Suddenly, he wrenched her legs apart and shoved his face down between her thighs, pressing his mouth over her crotch and stuffing the cloth up inside her chink as she lay back and trembled, feeling more aroused than ever before, even more than the first time she had allowed a boy to touch her private parts.

Gail could feel Paolo's tongue dipping into her split, separated from him by the material of her skirt. She wanted him to rip it off her and rape her, to take her brutally and violently until she couldn't see straight.

Perhaps he read her mind or perhaps that was the way he was accustomed to making love, but without warning Paolo grabbed hold of the bottom of her skirt and pulled it down. Gail squirmed over on her side as Paolo wrenched off her skirt and then her blouse, leaving her on the floor, completely and absolutely naked.

"Oh yes, yes," he whispered, gazing with narrowed tiger-like eyes at her naked, vulnerable and totally defenseless body, "You are beautiful, good enough… good enough to eat." He chuckled to himself and Gail shivered, overcome with sexual desire.

Paolo looked at her and it was as if he was fucking her with his eyes, taking in every detail of her body as she spread her legs apart so that the outer lips of her pussy opened up to reveal the hot pink interior of her twat.

"I am going to give you everything you want, Gail," he said to her, his eyes fixed on her pussy, already damp and glistening with natural moisture.

"Tell me," she whispered, dry-mouthed, staring up at him with unabashed lust.

Paolo rose slowly to his feet and Gail moaned with delight, gazing at the thick long outline of his cock, encased in his skin-tight dungarees. It looked enormous and she kept hoping that it would prove to be as formidable and cumbersome as the janitor's had been. For she wanted nothing less, only a cock that was as big if not bigger.

Of course, she didn't tell Paolo what she was thinking. But she watched him without blinking an eye as he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. His chest was covered with a thick tangle of dark black hair, hair that fanned out, covering his skin and his small pink inverted nipples.

His belly rippled, the muscles like ridges on a washboard. As far as Gail was concerned, Paolo was just beautiful to simply look at. He was a perfect specimen of a man and as he fumbled with his belt, she held her breath, waiting for the promise she had wanted for so long, the promise she had wanted ever since she had laid eyes on him.

Then, he stopped abruptly.

"Undress me," he told her. "And then take what you want so much into your mouth and show me how much you have to have it."

He stood rooted in his place, his legs spread apart, his arms crossed over his chest like a statue of a Greek God. His muscles bulged unbelievably and Gail got cautiously to her feet, her knees weak with sexual desire and physical hunger.

Then, crouching down in front of him, assuming what she imagined was a position of supplication and adoration – as if he was not an ordinary man but indeed her long-lost prince, a God worthy of no one – Gail pulled down the zipper to his jeans. Slowly, trying to excite him by the very tentativeness of her motions, she lowered them down over his hips and thickset thighs.

Glancing up at his narrowed eyes, she saw that he was breathing hard, obviously quite aroused. Tugging hard, his jeans slid down over his hips and a groan of delight escaped from between Gail's lips. Paolo was not wearing anything underneath his dungarees.

She couldn't hold herself back any longer.

Gail suddenly wrenched down his jeans and gasped out, groaning so loudly that Paolo began to laugh. For standing out, just inches from her mouth, inches from her lips, was the janitor's penis! It was identical: the same size, color, shape, everything. Gail couldn't believe it and without waiting another second, flung herself against Paolo's cock.

She opened her lips wide and tried to cram the monstrously swollen organ inside her mouth. "Yes," he said, stroking her hair. "Suck on it. Make it get even bigger, harder. And then I will give you what you want, Gail. Then I will fill you until you cry out, until you burst in two!"

Greedy, thirsty for a taste of his flesh, Gail ran her tongue around the glans of his penis, probing the tiny slit of his puckered piss-hole as if to suck up his as yet unreleased juices. Paolo shivered as she played with his cock. She tried to get more and more of his massive erection into her mouth, reaching up at the same time to fondle his nuts.

Jiggling them up and down as cunt juice trickled down her legs, Gail's excitement and sense of desire was incredibly intense. Paolo responded to her hot caresses pumping his meat forward as he tried to cram every last thick inch of his cock deep into her mouth. It hit the back of her throat and she nearly choked, pulling away and then bearing down on him again.

She ran her hands up and down around his hairy groin as he shivered and she knew that he was certainly responding, that he was getting himself more and more worked up. Finally, Paolo flung her down and off of him, swiveling around.

Gail lunged forward, stuffing his cock into her mouth as he grabbed her legs and buried his face between her moist and dripping thighs. "Eat me!" she screamed out, licking and running her tongue up and down the arm's-length that was the shaft of his dick. "Suck on it, eat me out. Move your tongue inside my cunt. Lick it, harder, go deeper, deeper!" she screamed, caught up in a veritable whirlwind of erotic pleasure.

Paolo's tongue was incredibly long and he dived down into her hole rubbing it briskly up and down the slick moist walls of her pussy before wrapping it tightly around her clit. He kept squeezing that hot little knob of flesh until she had to beg him to stop, for she couldn't take the exquisite intensity of her excitement and mounting lust.

But Paolo wouldn't stop.

He kept tonguing and sucking on Gail's twat, never pausing for even a moment. His hips pumped down as he stroked into her, forcing her to suck on his penis, harder and harder as she inhaled his musky sweaty scent and reached up to grasp his buttocks, pulling his firm and muscled body against her. His hairy chest was soon rubbing over her belly and his pubic bush scraped briskly and fiercely between her boobs.

Gail was on fire. Shivers of pleasure and sensual delight coursed through her body and all she saw was cock, big thick juicy cock staring her in the eye as she tasted it, smelled it, felt it and clawed at Paolo's ass, pulling him down to her.

Then, she did something she had never imagined. It was as if she wanted to experience him totally, to know every part of him. Slowly, Gail pulled away from his cock and began to suck on his nuts. They were heavy, filled with hot cream and Paolo moaned loudly as he felt her lips and tongue working over his balls.

But then she just kept going. Even as Paolo's tongue dug all the way down into her pussy, Gail was already licking her way along the virile youth's furrow at the underside of his scrotal sac. He shivered and trembled, pushing himself against her as her tongue worked its way between the cheeks of his ass.

"What is… what?" he asked, looking over his shoulder. He was just in time to see her spreading apart the cheeks of his ass. Paolo went through a violent convulsion of pleasure and delight as Gail dug her tongue down into his damp and coarse-haired anal fissure. She kept sucking as he returned to her pussy, slowly sliding off of it and licking his way down her vaginal furrow.

He was going to rim her as well and Gail responded by relaxing totally as her tongue felt the puckers and creases of Paolo's corrugated and dark-brown asshole. She inhaled his scent, his manliness and heavy body aroma as the tip of her tongue worked its way in circles, swabbing his anus and chewing on his coarse dark hairs which grew in abundance, almost obscuring his asshole from sight.

Meanwhile, Paolo had found her own asshole and before Gail could do a thing – not that she wanted to stop him, though – he had jabbed his tongue down hotly, pushing it right up inside her rectum.

"Shit, God it feels so nice, so hot," she panted as she kept whimpering, feeling his tongue entering, stretching the sensitive skin wide as Paolo began to lick and tongue her dry rectal walls. His excitement and growing lust was evident in the way his cock twitched as it rubbed up and down between her boobs, frictioning hotly in her cleavage as her own tongue corkscrewed down into his anus, slipping right inside.

She poked it in and out, tickling and exciting his prostate as he rubbed his body against her, grinding down hotly until Gail thought his cock was a crowbar, so hard and rigid that it seemed to press against her rib-cage, making her weak with hunger pains, pangs of cock-hunger as her pussy itched and burned fiercely.

"Do it, now, now!" she suddenly begged, unable to control herself a minute longer. "Paolo, please, fuck me. Fuck me before I go insane. Give it to me. I beg of you!"

He swung around and hovered above her, his eyes glinting, his tongue darting in and out of his mouth like a snake. "You want it now?" he asked in a whisper that gave Gail the shivers.

She nodded her head, looking down between his legs to where his cock rose up past his belly, swollen and heavy, an arm of hot flesh which she burned to have thrust inside of her.

"Tell me how much you want it. Is it big enough for you, Gail? Or perhaps you would like two at once? That could be arranged, too," Paolo said, motioning to the telephone.

Gail wasn't thinking straight and she began to babble. "No, just you now. Just you. Oh, I want you to give it to me, to ram it in. Give me your sweet hot cock for God sakes. Please! Fill me, shove it in, make me groan for it. It's so big, so thick. I never saw a cock like that before. I need it, I need it inside of me I feel so empty!"

Paolo kept smiling, showing two rows of perfect large white teeth. Everything about him seemed oversized, from his cock to his fingers to his heavy virile presence. He reached down between Gail's legs and took hold of his penis. Then, crouching in front of her, his knees resting on the carpet, he wagged it before her eyes, bent lower and began to rub the huge fistful of cock-head across her quivering vulva.

Gail shivered, spasms making her tremble as if she was getting the chills, "Yes, do it, fuck it feels great," she kept moaning, her eyes fixed on Paolo's penis as it rubbed across her hairy crimson gash, spreading apart the cunt-lips until she felt the smooth blood-filled and stretched skin against her stiff little clitoris. "Give me all of it, every last fucking inch!"

"All in good time," Paolo said, wedging the head of his massive steely dick right between the outer fleshy lips of her pussy. It frictioned up against her clit and Gail arched her hips, hoping to draw it down into her, to fill her and consume her with his thick staff of virility.

But Paolo had other plans.

He obviously wanted to get Gail so worked up that she wouldn't be able to control herself. And the more he teased her, the more excited she became. He rubbed his cock-head back and forth over her clit and vulva, never pushing it farther down to where her hot gaping hole waited.

Her cunt muscles kept fluttering, clenching, clamping and then opening up and loosening again at the emptiness inside her snatch. "Please!" she screamed out at the top of her voice, a rising plea which broke the overheated turgid silence. "I can't, I can't wait…" and the words trailed off, stuck in her throat as Paolo lunged forward with a massive bone-jarring thrust.

The scream hovered like a bubble before her lips as Gail's eyes bugged out. For Paolo, with a crazed fuck-hunger which knew no bounds, had plunged his dong right inside her twat. But he didn't stop thrusting, penetrating and inserting, moving forward until every last thick inch was buried down inside her vagina.

Gail couldn't breathe. The pressure pinned her to the floor as more and more of the exchange student's enormously thick lengthy pecker shoved down into her womb. It kept coming, more and more until the head of Paolo's cock hit her uterus and she nearly fainted from the sheer joy, the sheer thrill of having the youth's penis buried into her until she couldn't move a muscle.

Finally, he stopped.

He looked down to where his wiry black pubic bush rubbed up against her own curly mound. Paolo was in her cunt all the way, filling her to the bursting point. Her cunt walls were stretched to the breaking point and his cock pressed against the thin divisional membrane which separated her vagina from her rectum.

It was as if he was fucking her ass as well, pushing up against her belly, his cock almost in her throat as Paolo slowly began to pull away and Gail kept whimpering, panting and sobbing as he pulled his tool halfway out and then plunged it down with a brutal agonizing force.

Harder and harder he slammed into her, never saying a word, concentrating on what he was doing. Gail felt his heavy pendulous nuts hitting her upraised buttocks, battering against them like a fist as he drilled and hammered his way in and out, crushing her clit flat against his cock-shaft.

He breathed down her neck as his huge hairy body fucked her, fucked her expertly and with every muscle, every ounce of energy he possessed, "So sweet, so tight, grip me, grip me!" he called out and Gail clenched and worked her cunt muscles as Paolo pounded away, trying to hold him down in place.

She had her legs up over his heaving back and she gripped his shoulders as he crushed her with his weight and the sheer brute force and hunger of his deeply penetrating thrusts. "I'll come, come," she told him, barely able to talk.

Her orgasm seemed to ready itself in an amazingly short period of time. Never had she felt the things that were happening to her now. Never had she believed a man could fuck her like this, with such raw animal power, with such strength and lust and driving throbbing force.

Paolo was her prince and he was raping her, taking her in his arms until she felt his cock penetrating everywhere, impaling her to the floor as it whistled in and out of her snatch, driving down like a sledgehammer until her head swam and she felt her loins twitching, her cunt burning and her juices readying themselves for the final moment of pleasure.

"Shoot you little bitch!" he swore at her, gnashing his teeth. "Come and come and cover my cock with your sweet thick oils. Make me feel your juices, your liquids pouring down over my meat."

His words were like perfume to her. They filled Gail's head and then it happened and her climax was upon her, sending her hurtling over the edge, filling her with an incredible tidal wave of pleasure as she came, her ankles locked over his back, writhing and tossing about beneath him.

"Now, now!" she screamed with the sweet agony of her final release. "Oh, it's so good, so good. I love your cock, your big thick juicy cock. I love it. More, fuck me harder, harder. Coming, shoot oh shoot and fill me," she moaned, unable to hold herself back as suddenly Paolo reared up, pulling his cock out to the very tip.

His eyes were on fire; his lips drawn back in a snarl of erotic violence as he screamed out like a raging animal. Plowing down into her, he shuddered, trembling all over and coming as well. Suddenly, great bullet-like wads of his come began to sear the walls of her dripping cock-stuffed pussy, cascading like a flood into her hole and making Gail weak, speechless, unable to do anything but hold Paolo as he creamed into her snatch.

He babbled on, his words unintelligible, cursing and bellowing as more and more thick semen spurted and gushed into the depths and dripping recesses of her pussy. Gail's own orgasm was still gripping her in its fierce engulfing hold and she was dizzy and drenched with sweat as she felt Paolo's cock exploding.

She had never realized a man could shoot so much come. Paolo's jism kept rushing into her box. He was like a horse, a fucking stallion, shooting seven, eight, nine times in quick succession until her pussy was filled with his thick white cream and it dripped down over her pubic bush. It covered his belly and her thighs, dripping onto the carpet as he kept tossing and rolling from side to side, unable to stop.

But finally, he began to quiet down and with a last and harried tremor of excitement, fell on top of her, closing his eyes. He was breathing hard as he crushed her to the floor. A few minutes later, Paolo pulled away and Gail looked down to see where his come completely obscured her pussy, dribbling out of her snatch and matting her cunt hairs.

Paolo's cock was slimy with his jism and he smiled at her, kissing her breasts, her nipples, tonguing her pussy dry before he got to his feet and disappeared into the bathroom. She heard him running the shower and lay there on the floor, still in a daze.

Slowly, she got to her feet, looking down as come and cunt juice kept dribbling along her thighs. She headed towards the sound of the running water and when she got into the bathroom and closed the door behind her, she could see his silhouette moving behind the shower curtain.

Pulling it aside, she stepped into the tub and looked at him. The water coursed over his body, but what really surprised her was that even after their strenuous workout, Paolo's cock was getting hard, lengthening and thickening before her very eyes.

Reaching out, she touched it, knowing that she wanted more, that she had to have it inside of her again. Paolo smiled at her, rather mysteriously, soaped her up and thrust two jabbing fingers into her sudsy pussy. She held onto him as he poked them in and out of her hole, scraping out the come and releasing yet another fresh emission of her own pungent fluids.

Then, he turned off the water and they stepped onto the bath mat. Suddenly, not knowing what to expect, Gail staggered back a step as Paolo grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up off the floor. He held her aloft and aimed his huge spear of a cock right between her legs.

"Wow, yes, give it to me," she told him hotly, locking her ankles behind the small of his back as Paolo concentrated his weight and power at his hips, thrusting upwards. The ruby-red head of his enormous penis pushed right inside Gail's snatch and she screamed out with joy as she felt Paolo thrusting his rod even deeper into her wet and dripping hole.

Pushing down, she looked between her legs, staggered at the sight of Paolo's cock buried all the way up inside of her. Once more, she felt the flesh twitching and burning between her legs. Desire and passion were flashing through her body like a neon sign as Paolo started to pump into her, pushing upwards as he held her in the air, her feet around his back.

His tongue was suddenly in her mouth and she sucked on it with delight as he kept thrusting his huge penis in and out with savage probing strokes, almost as if he was attacking her with a spear. Gail felt Paolo's enormous blood-engorged pole of muscle. It pulsated and throbbed inside of her, alive, moving as she kept groaning out with rising ecstasy.

And all the while Paolo slammed into her, leading her out of the bathroom as she clung to him. The unbelievable pressure against the walls of her pussy made her quiver and she kept gasping with delight, holding onto Paolo as he carried her into the living room, impaled and squirming at the end of his massive penis.

He led her to a mirror and they watched each other through the glass, seeing their reflections shivering and moving as Paolo kept shoving upwards with jabbing lightning-like strokes that burned her, singed her cunt with a marvelous flood of pure and unadulterated physical pleasure.

"Yes, this is how it should be," she told him. "Always moving it in me all the time. Shit it feels so good, so big and hot."

He laughed and gripped her more tightly, and as she watched in the mirror, she saw his hairy muscular buttocks contracting, dimples forming as he used his muscles to push upwards, ramming his pecker deeper and deeper into the depths of her vagina. It was even better than the first time, she decided as she kept kissing him, completely satiated, filled with even more cock than she could handle.

But finally, Paolo couldn't take the intensity of his excitement. He shuddered, screaming out that he was going to come, going to shoot yet another thick load of semen into her pussy. "Do it!" Gail encouraged him, hugging him around the neck as her legs slipped down to his upper thighs and she wiggled her body back and forth, mashing her belly against Paolo's flat and hairy loins.

Screaming out, the young man came with a roar, every muscle in his body twitching and shaking as Gail felt yet another load of semen pouring into her, dripping over her pussy and down her thighs. Her insides felt mushy, churning with come as she too let loose, her orgasm upon her in a flash.

"Cock!" she yelled out. "Cock, fuck me, harder, harder shit I love it so much. I want more, more you big cocked animal. Fuck me. Do it, fill me, more!"

The words came out like his come, in bursts and wads that stung her insides as she lay against him, her head buried in the hollow of his shoulder, shivering violently and feeling such love, such ecstasy, that it was all like a dream, too good to be true, too exciting to be real and actual.

But it was real and even as he pulled his mule-cock out of her wide and mushy hole, letting her down gently to the floor, Gail was still coming, squirming and mewling as she looked up at him, looked at his come-dripping cock and closed her eyes, totally satisfied, totally fulfilled.

Less than an hour later, when she had dressed and Paolo stood before her, wearing his jeans and his shirt and looking at her with a smile of gratification, Gail couldn't resist.

She dropped to her knees, pulled down his zipper and thrust her mouth over his thick but detumescent tool. It rose up in her throat, filling her mouth as she sucked him off yet another time, kept blowing him, tonguing and lapping on his dick until he fell against her and shot his load, pouring his come into her mouth with amazing force and vitality. She couldn't believe that he could have so much jism in him, so much come to give her as she swallowed it down, wiped a trickle of hot come from the corner of her mouth and got to her feet.

"Tomorrow," he promised, kissing her on the cheek and shoving one hand under her skirt, pressing it against her damp and overheated vulva.

"Tomorrow," she repeated, gathering up her books and leaving him standing there in the living room, his pecker hanging out of his pants, reaching halfway to his knee as he waved a hand and said goodnight.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Gathered around the breakfast table were the Baxters, that wonderfully amusing, perfectly normal American family. Only Bret wasn't on speaking terms with Lois and Gail was too preoccupied thinking of Paolo while her younger brother, Gary, was thinking of what it would be like to ram his cock right between Sharon's legs. The latter being a friend of his sister, Gary looked up and stared at Gail curiously.

"How was your date last night?" he asked.

Gail did not enjoy his sarcastic tone.

"Did you get a lot of cramming in?" her mother asked.

"I'm late," Gail announced, jumping up from her seat and hurrying out of the kitchen.

"What's the matter with her?" Gary asked. He stayed where he was, waiting for his hard-on to go down so he could leave for school. He didn't want his parents to think he was that much of a freak. But finally, when the tremors of his imagination had passed and his penis had assumed normal proportions, he too got up and excused himself.

Lois and Bret were left alone.

Lois broke her self-imposed silence to ask, "Are you going to be home tonight?"

"And why shouldn't I?" he replied.

"Look, Bret, do what you please. But we accepted that cocktail party invitation over at the Lanes." The Lanes were a new couple that had moved in down the block. Lois had seen Mr. Lane for the first time a few days ago. She was immediately impressed with his rugged good looks and determined manner and, as a result, was rather anxious to go to his party and get to know him better.

"Are you still angry with me?" he suddenly asked, putting down his paper and looking at her with a serious and questioning intensity. Lois did not know what to say.

She felt confused, speechless, not understanding what her marriage had come to. It seemed to her that each day was filled with nagging little worries, doubts, petty problems which she no longer wished to handle or confront.

"No, I'm not angry with you," she finally replied, knowing that she was too much in love with her husband, despite his deficiencies, to keep up a grudge for any period of time.

"I'll be home, straight from the office," he promised her, getting up and giving her a fast peck on the cheek. Then he was gone and Lois sat there, alone with her thoughts. She had wanted Bret to take her in his arms, to press against her and smother her with kisses and fierce burning caresses.

That was the way it used to be, she reflected bitterly, staring into her empty coffee cup.

But now, Bret always seemed too busy, always seemed to be running and the modicum of affection he gave her, even his nightly bouts of fucking, were not enough to keep her happy. She needed something more, something more exciting. Something exotic, arousing, forbidden.

She thought of her son and smiled secretly to herself.

She thought of Mr. Andrew Lane and shivered involuntarily, pressing her thighs together, knowing exactly what she would do.

Andrew Lane worked in advertising. His wife June had been a high fashion model before her marriage and that evening, as Lois stood talking to her new neighbor with a drink clutched in her hand, she couldn't help but notice that her husband Bret wasn't able to keep his eyes off Andrew's wife.

But, at the same time, she sort of flipped out for Andrew. "Andy," he had insisted, looking at her and smiling broadly. Lois felt that she had a crush, a girlish infatuation for the handsome granite-faced man.

He reminded her of a movie actor, one of her favorites. There was something of the frontier hero in him, as if he should have been a gunfighter or a law-enforcing sheriff in a Western town. He walked like a panther, all svelte and muscled, slinking around with amazing grace and poise. In fact, Lois felt that Andy Lane radiated sexuality and she began to wonder what it might be like to go to bed with him. The thought lodged in her brain and began to nag her.

And the more she looked at him, the more physically aroused she became. Something was happening to her, she realized. Ever since the morning before, when she had done all those things with the two plumbers, Monroe and Tony, Lois felt that she had somehow changed, somehow crossed over an invisible boundary line. Now, she knew she couldn't go back; she couldn't return to being the chaste and staid Mrs. Bret Baxter, beloved wife and mother of two.

She looked at Andy with unabashed lust, having no control – or desire to control – over her feelings. When her drink was empty she disappeared into the kitchen to fix herself another. The first had already gone to her head and she was leaning against the sink counter, fantasizing and dreamy-eyed, when Andy Lane came through the swinging shutter doors.

She turned around and caught him staring at her ass. Lois turned red, suddenly embarrassed, but secretly pleased that her new neighbor had already begun to show interest, especially in her body. "Are you enjoying yourself?" he asked, looking as if he was mentally undressing her.

He wore an open-necked shirt that showed the muscles on his chest. It was tapered and highly fashioned, clinging to him tightly. Lois saw how the man's muscles rippled and how firm and well-proportioned he was. And when she glanced down, she could see a promising loose bulge resting against one thigh.

She wondered how big Andy Lane's cock was and she blushed even more, ashamed of herself for thinking such wicked thoughts. "I'm so glad we're neighbors," she finally said, looking up and into his eyes, two dark blue eyes which seemed to pierce her, to drill into her thoughts as if to discover what she really and truly felt about things and perhaps him in particular.

"I think you and your husband are going to end up being good friends of ours," he replied.

"We'd love to have you over for dinner. How about sometime next week?" Lois said hurriedly, wondering if he was going to leave her standing there, alone with her thoughts and unexpressed physical desires.

"I'm sure June would really enjoy that," he told her in a deep throaty voice that made her knees weak.

Despite herself, Lois could feel something happening to her. Her loins seemed to be getting hotter and something itched and tingled, burning slightly inside her pussy. She believed that she was actually getting so turned on as to be unable to control herself or realize what she was saying.

Holding her drink in one hand, she suddenly began to shake. She felt nervous and uncomfortable and incredibly aroused, all at once. And as she stood there, wondering what she should do or say next, she sort of tipped her hand and the drink spilled over, splashing over the front of Andy's trousers.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry. That was awfully clumsy of me," she told him, apologizing and ashamed of herself for being so graceless. She grabbed a napkin off the counter and bent down, wiping the front of his pants in an effort to get up some of the fast-spreading liquid. It was already staining his lap and she rubbed briskly, feeling awkward and confused.

And then, the strangest thing happened.

The more she rubbed against his trousers, the more excited she became. Lois began to realize what she was doing, but it was already too late to stop or make amends. Besides, she just didn't want to put a halt to her fumbling caresses.

Andy Lane stood with his legs spread apart, saying nothing to her. But as Lois stared at the man's crotch which faced her at eye-level, she saw the loose bulge along one thigh coming alive. She kept rubbing, secretly wishing to feel what it was like. She wondered if he knew what she was doing, for he kept quiet, breathing deeply.

Shit, he's m-a-n, she thought to herself, gathering her courage and suddenly pressing her fingers flat against the mound which bulged out of his trousers. Lois stifled a gasp of pleasure and delight as she felt the outline of his cock.

Andy had an erection, but it was no ordinary hard-on.

It thrust forward along his leg, reaching almost all of the way down to his knee. She just couldn't believe it was real, for it seemed twice as big as her husband's penis and much, much thicker.

No one has small cocks anymore, she said to herself, drunk and giddy and feeling wonderfully excited.

She thought of Tony and Monroe, shivered slightly and then turned her attentions back to Andy Lane. Feeling the liquor moving inside her system, she didn't get to her feet. Instead, she stayed crouched down in front of her new neighbor, making little motions with the damp napkin, really feeling him up.

Suddenly, he asked, "Does it excite you, Lois?"

She jerked her head up, incredibly embarrassed. Her face turned red and slowly, she got to her feet. But she still looked down to where the man's huge thing pulsed and throbbed inside his pants. Lois didn't know what to say and Andy Lane took her by the arm and led her to the back of the kitchen.

He opened the door to the basement and she walked down the stairs, staggering, half-blind in the dim incandescent light. Her heart was racing wildly and she didn't know what to do or what to expect. When they got downstairs, Andy led her to an old foam rubber couch against one of the room's knotty-pine paneled walls.

She sat down and as soon as her ass touched the seat cushion, he reached over and took her in his arms. Suddenly she was weak, unable to hold back any longer. She looked at him as he held her in his embrace, radiating tremendous virility and hyper-sexuality.

Andy leaned forward and Lois kept her eyes closed until she felt the man's thick sensuous lips touching her own. At first, the kiss was gentle, subtle and easy, but soon he gripped her more firmly and after a moment or two he became almost fierce, pressing his mouth feverishly against her lips.

Lois responded to his kiss as she had never responded before. And when Andy thrust the tip of his long hot tongue between her lips, she opened them up and let him move inside. His tongue curled around her own, hot and raspy as he licked the insides of her cheeks and kissed her with a warmth and passion that made her feel like a girl again, a young hot-blooded teenager who was like putty in his arms, his to command, to use as he saw fit.

Gently, slowly, even as he kept his mouth against hers, kissing and tongue-fucking her deliciously, Andy's hands moved down off of her shoulders. Lois shivered again as she felt him edging closer and closer to her breasts. And when he touched them, she trembled, feeling the tips of his long strong fingers grazing gently across her heaving and succulent boobs.

Andy pressed the palms of his hands over her blouse and squeezed her tits, fondling them, moving them around in his huge meaty paws. Lois kept kissing him, her eyes still closed, but her own two hands moving now that Andy had unleashed the tigress in her.

"Wonderful," she whispered to him. "So hot and hard, so big. I love the way you hold me, the way you feel you big motherfucking stud!"

He laughed, but it was a laugh of delight and Lois rubbed her fingers over his chest, slipped her hands into his open shirt and felt the heat of his smooth burnished flesh. His chest was perfectly hairless and so velvety and slick that she crushed her lips against his and leaned forward, pushing her hips upwards to his crotch as he lowered her down on the couch and moved on top of her.

And then they were grinding together as he dry humped her, pushing his body down against hers so that Lois could feel the massive swollen cock that moved in the man's pants.

It rubbed against her pussy and her panties were already soaking wet, dripping with her abundantly flowing hot juices as her cunt burned with a fire that could only be extinguished once he shoved his pole of manhood down into her hairy snatch.

Andy sucked on her neck and edged lower, licking down her chest and deftly unbuttoning her blouse. He pushed his head over her tits, still encased in her bra. Then, he began to suck on them through the lacy material. Her nipples grew hard and firm as he lashed his wet hungry mouth over her boobs and, at the same time, Lois moaned softly as she felt Andy sliding one hand up and under her skirt.

"God, you're making me feel insane," she told him, not daring to move, holding onto him as his large and powerful hand edged up her thigh, rubbing and exciting her incredibly.

"Baby, I'm so hot for you. I'm burning to get inside, sugar," he groaned, finally reaching the front of her panties.

Lois gasped as Andy felt the wetness of her undies. Then, he slipped one finger under the elastic legging and grazed against the border of her pubic turf. She didn't know what was happening, except that there was this animal on top of her, this animal that was a man who excited her to a degree she found almost frightening.

Whereas Monroe and Tony constituted blind and mindless cocks, devices she had used for her own ends, Andy Lane was different. Somehow, she felt that he was special, unusual and she clung to him with abandon, shivering as his finger kept exploring, moving over her pussy until he reached the hairy split between her two outer cunt lips.

"They're so puffy, swollen," he told her, wiggling the tip of his finger up and down the hot wet furrow. "Shit, my cock's so hard it's ripping my pants open."

Lois pushed her hips upwards, trying to snatch up his finger, to impale herself with it. She wanted Andy to shove his hand down into her pussy and fill some of the emptiness which she was incredibly aware of.

Her cunt muscles fluttered, seeking to hold his finger in place as she kept gasping and whimpering, arching her body as he finally moved his hand down. "Yes, push it in, more!" she begged. "Give me more. Shit, I need cock, I love it!"

He touched the knobby button of her clit and she went berserk.

With a short scream of pure animal lust, Lois raked her fingernails across Andy's back and pushed upwards, wanting more, more of his hand and then his cock to fill her and make her whole again, to make her cream until all the unpleasant memories and bitter thoughts were purged from her body, exercised like demons.

But Andy was nervous.

There were people upstairs and here he was cavorting around on the couch with a married woman. But Lois didn't care. At that moment she didn't care if her husband came down and saw her, her blouse undone, her skirt up around her waist and this man on top of her, fingering her twat, sucking on her tits and making her do things she never would have believed herself capable of.

For she was far from passive.

Slipping one hand down between them, Lois tried to feel Andy Lane's cock. Suddenly, he pulled his hand out from under her skirt and sat up, staring at her with a smile on his lips. "You're really a piece, kiddo," he said admiringly. "A real hot piece of ass."

But she didn't hear him. She was looking at this thing, this huge hard thing which moved in Andy's trousers. Lois touched it, squeezed it and made him shiver. Oh, but she wanted to feel his cock going into her, stretching her pussy wider than ever before, making her groan and pant for his cock until she got what she wanted, got it right between her legs.

Slowly, seductively, she reached for his zipper, she pulled it down inch by inch and reached inside, gasping loudly as her fingers curled around his penis. For he wasn't wearing underwear – that in itself she found marvelously erotic and exciting – and she touched the shaft of his dick and pulled it out into the open.

It was difficult maneuvering it out of his pants for his cock was so large and unruly that she had to let him help her get it out. And when it finally emerged, stiff, the skin stretched so tight that his penis looked as if it was sculpted out of marble, she could only stare at it with wide and unbelieving eyes.

From the cock-head which was as big around as a large peach, to the pulsating veins along the shaft, Lois couldn't think of anything other than to shove her lips towards it and suck greedily and excitedly on this huge massive instrument of sexuality.

"Do it, baby," he groaned. "Suck on it; lap it up with your tongue you sweet little cunt you," and he felt her lips covering the round smooth and blood-engorged head of his pecker.

Lois could barely get her lips around it and she stretched her mouth as wide as possible, trying to accommodate him. Never had she enjoyed sucking a cock as much as Andy Lane's magnificent throbbing dick. She looked at it with such longing and desire, thrilled to have it between her lips.

It was so big, so gargantuan, that the very thought of Andy ramming it down between her legs made her dizzy. Lois knew he would satisfy her as Bret, or even Monroe and Tony, had never done before. She lowered her head over his cock, sucking in as much of his juicy meat as she possibly could.

Then, she pulled back, raising and lowering her head and mouth-fucking him while her tongue slurped and licked circles along the pulsating shaft. She felt the veins which stood out like braids of rope along the length of his penis and she felt the underside with its ridge of highly sensitive flesh.

Harder and harder she worked on it as he cupped her tits in both of his hands and massaged them hotly, groaning, getting more and more excited and physically aroused. "Make me come, baby. Oh shit, make me cream right in your fucking hot little mouth!" he begged hotly, shoving his hips upwards as if to stuff every last bulging cumbersome inch of his hose down her throat.

Lois wanted him to reach a climax. She wanted to see how wild and animalistic Andy could become when he got ready to shoot. So she worked harder, harder and faster, sucking so quickly that her neck began to ache as her head bobbed up and down over Andy's enormously thick and rigid tool.

Finally, she could sense that he was approaching the peak of his pleasure and that his physical fulfillment would soon become a reality. Swiftly, Lois reached inside his pants and grabbed hold of his round wrinkled sac. His nuts were so heavy she could barely hold them up in the palm of her hand and as she fingered the base of his penis, juggling and toying with his nuts, Andrew Lane suddenly stiffened and screamed out.

"Now you cunt, now! I'm shooting! Suck on it, swallow it down oh yes so hot, it feels so hot and wet!" he sobbed as her mouth clamped tightly around his throbbing dick and she felt the first gush of hot white semen splattering into her throat.

It gushed out, splashing thick and creamy and Lois kept sucking on the man's penis as she swallowed more and more of his slimy cream. Bret had never come as much, she decided. More and more cream flowed out, thick wads of the stuff which seared her throat and clung to her tongue and teeth.

Andy was rocking, going insane, pawing at her tits and foaming at the mouth as he ejaculated with a force and power that truly amazed her. But finally, the last thick wads of his semen dribbled out and she began to tongue his cock hotly, licking it dry as he moved back, pulling his limp shriveled tool out of her mouth.

Even in repose, bloodless and detumescent, it was still amazingly big and thick. Lois looked at it and felt the last traces of come sliding down her throat. She was exhausted and didn't even believe it when she felt how wet her panties were. They were soaked through and she had to take them off and dry herself for fear that her cunt juice would leak down her legs and people – especially her husband Bret – would notice what was happening.

"That was beautiful, just unreal," he told her, looking into her eyes as he carefully shoved his cock back into his pants and rearranged it until he was comfortable.

She didn't know what to say and merely smiled.

Kissing her on the cheek, Andy took her by the hand and told her to go upstairs and join the party, he'd wait a few minutes so that no one would notice or realize that they had been gone so long together.

Lois did what he suggested and sure enough, Bret was so drunk by then that he hadn't even missed her. He was still talking with June, Andy's wife, and Lois wondered if he was as hot for her as she was for her husband.

Indeed, Bret certainly was.

He had not noticed that his wife had been gone from the party. One drink followed another and as the livingroom filled up with late arrivals, noisy and bursting with party cheer, he suddenly took hold of June Lane's hand and led her out of the room.

She followed obediently, staggering a little, wondering what her husband was up to and if he would miss her. But she didn't think so, for she knew Andrew long and well enough to realize that he was always on the make, always on the lookout for pussy to add to his little personal collection.

Well, she decided, if he gets it on the side, there's no reason I can't.

Of course, she didn't tell Bret Baxter that.

Opening a likely-looking door, he pulled her inside and closed it behind him. They were in the bathroom and he was so hot to get his hands on her lush ripe body that he grabbed her, cupping her ass in the palms of his hands and pulling her up a against him. Bret hoped that she could feel his boner, for his cock was hard and pulsing, struggling to get out of his pants.

"Oh shit do I want to get into you, honey," he told her, drunk and horny, all at the same time.

She let him hold onto her roughly, enjoying his awkward and excited caresses, loving the way he began to paw at her as she pushed her mound against the front of his pants, not expecting anything as formidable as her husband's cock, but still hoping that Bret was well-hung, at least big enough to get her excited.

Bret felt June's warm yielding flesh and he was seized with desire and animal longing. Ever since he had made it with the waitress, he had wanted to try his luck out with another woman. Lois had begun to bore him in bed, but the thought of getting his hands on June Lane was too much to take lightly.

He had to have her, and as soon as possible.

Holding her tightly against him, he bent his head and licked her flesh. Warm and salty were the two sensations that came back to him as he massaged the round smooth cheeks of her ass, trying to lift up her skirt.

"You're in such a hurry," she said with a laugh.

Her sarcasm, her light manner, both worked to annoy him incredibly. He was too drunk to know what he was doing but suddenly he lashed out, grabbed the top of her skirt and yanked it down roughly. He heard material tearing, heard her cry out and then he was looking down at her, staring at her lacy panties and burning to touch the dark and mysterious shadow that lay in wait before his feverish alcoholic gaze.

"I'm leaving," she said, making a move to the door.

"Bullshit, you ain't going anywhere," he replied, his words slurred as he gripped her fiercely around the waist and spun her around. He dropped to his knees and pulled her panties down, thrusting his mouth between her legs, thrusting it forward until his lips touched the warm mouse pelt of her pussy.

June staggered back, clutching his head as Bret trembled with raging desire. He pushed her legs apart and stared at her pussy, gobbling it with his lips and tongue, frantically sucking on the curls and ringlets of pubic hair that covered her tight juicy little snatch.

It was wonderfully exciting, just to look at, just to touch, he thought to himself as he swabbed her vulva and felt his tongue pushing hairs inside her furrow, making contact with the slick wettish walls of her vagina. His hands came up and he pried apart the outer lips of her pussy, looking inside to where her hole gaped, wide and mysterious.

He had to have it and with only that thought in mind he worked his tongue down inside, finding her clitoris rearing up between the folds and lush creases of her womanly sex.

"Shit, what a fucking hot tongue," he heard her mumble.

But he wasn't paying much attention to what June was saying. He was fixated, obsessed with the idea of fucking this woman right in her own home, right in her bathroom while her husband and his wife were outside, innocent of what was going on under their very noses.

Taking her clit between his teeth he twisted it savagely and she moaned loudly, banging her fists down, blow after blow descending on his shoulders as he used one hand to quickly unbuckle and unzip his pants.

Then, he stood up and pulled them down, pushed down his underwear until it fell around his ankles and his cock jutted out, hard and incredibly excited. It throbbed in the air, bobbing between his grizzly thighs.

Bret sat down on the toilet seat, grabbed hold of June and pulled her onto his lap. Her back was to him, but she offered little if any resistance as he felt her ass nestling down against his hairy crotch, flattening his cock as he pushed it back and forth against her crack, savoring the warmth and moisture her body seemed to generate.

"Baby, I want to fuck you, right now, just like this," he whispered in her ear, hot and so excited, so drunk, that he didn't even know what he was saying.

June kept quiet, looking back at him as he breathed down her neck. She hadn't expected Bret to be so forceful, so wild and animalistic. But the very novelty of their position, the fact that they were in the bathroom together doing things she had always thought herself incapable of, pleased her immensely. She knew, then and there, that she would go along with anything he suggested.

Lifting her up slightly, Bret reached down and took hold of his cock. He wanted to thrust it right into place, dog-fashion, right up inside the woman's beautiful and alluring pussy. June seemed to sense what was expected of her, for she lifted herself up and got into position.

Then, watching between her legs, she moved down and wiggled around until the round swollen head of Bret's cock was lodged right between the outer flaps of her vagina. "Move your ass," he told her, feeling his cock-head stretching open the narrow passageway that led into the very depths of her twat.

June pushed down and the two of them worked in unison as more and more of Bret's stiff-standing pecker was thrust up into her hole. She wiggled her backside against his lap and he was neighing like a stallion as he felt the skin along his bursting cock-shaft scraping along the clinging walls of her pussy.

Finally, he was buried up to his root and reaching around, he grabbed hold of her tits, fondling them as he humped upwards and she moved down so that his cock slid in and out of its tight sheath. Then, he kept his position, sitting on the seat as she rode his meat like a candy cane.

The insistent in and out movement made his cock burn and it seemed, as far as Bret was concerned, to swell up inside the hot oven that was her pussy. "Baby, do it, move your cunt, squeeze me, hold me in place," he moaned to her.

June was getting more and more excited. Granted, Bret's cock wasn't anything as impressive as her husband's, but it still managed to fill her quite nicely. So nicely in fact that she felt her juices trickling down and washing over Bret's dick. And Andy had never assumed such an interesting position. For June relished the idea of getting fucked, sitting on top of a man as he plowed his meat into her from behind.

She felt like a bitch in heat, trumping her body down, feeling Bret's hairy groin and belly rubbing briskly against the round smooth orbs of her ass. She loved the sensation, for it only added to the delightfully insistent friction he was giving her as he shoved forward, again and again.

As for Bret, his head was swimming. He was working at non-stop speed and when someone knocked on the door, he yelled. "Go away. I'm not done yet," not hearing what he was saying as the footsteps rapidly retreated.

He had only one thing in his mind, and that was to come as soon as possible. Accordingly, he slammed into her, harder and faster than before, beating out a fierce pulsating rhythm as they rocked back and forth together, fucking up a veritable storm.

"Give it to me," she begged. "I'll come with you, together, just the two of us. Oh shit, do it, cream, fill me with your come, baby."

Her words inflamed him, worked on his senses as he drilled upwards, plunging into her pussy with renewed vigor. He couldn't stop moving now. His nuts seemed to be contracting, pumping and churning as he felt his body tingling with flashes of impending orgasmic pleasure.

"Do it, now, I'll shoot, I'm creaming!" he yelled at her, pinching her nipples as she came with him, the two of them reaching their climaxes at precisely the same moment.

"Yes, come, fill me, shoot, cream, what a hose, what a fucking hose of a cock," she mumbled, pounding down against him.

Bret's jism flew out of the head of his cock, squirting into June's snatch with a tingling power that made him shake and tremble beneath her. He pushed upwards until his balls threatened to disappear inside her widely gaping hole. He could barely speak, crying, "Fuck, cunt shit what a fuck, cream I'm spilling, come you bitch, come!"

And if his words made no sense, it didn't matter. The pleasure he was experiencing was so intense that he lost track of time and place. He was only conscious of how he felt, how his cock pulsated and kept ejaculating, spraying out his semen into June's mushy insides until she had milked him dry of the last thick drops of his cream.

She lay against him, sitting on his cock as the blood began to drain off and his tool got limper and limper by the second. Finally, she got to her feet, feeling drained and totally and beautifully spent. Looking back, she saw Bret's limp pecker lolling across one thigh, coated with jism and cunt juice. She bent down, kissed it lightly and found her skirt.

Then, putting it on after drying herself with a towel, she slipped out of the bathroom, hoping that he'd give her a few minutes before he returned to the party.

Bret watched her leave, closing the door quickly behind her. He got slowly to his feet, feeling drunk and dizzy. Splashing his face with cold water, he pulled up his shorts and trousers, zipped up his fly, buckled his belt and looked at himself in the mirror.

Facing his reflection, he smiled approvingly. "You're still a stud, ole man," he said aloud. "Still one helluva good fuckin' stud."

And with that thought in mind and his cock dripping after-come so that his crotch felt slightly sticky and wet, he returned to the party, moving directly over to his wife. "Having a good time, sweetheart?" he asked, wondering if she could tell what he had been up to, wondering is his body smelled of sex and come.

"Lovely, just delightful," Lois replied, glancing at her husband curiously. "I've invited the Lane's over for dinner next week. I thought you'd approve."

"Sure, sure," he mumbled, wondering if she was up to any dirties herself.

You can't put anything over on Lois, he thought to himself, accepting yet another drink. She knows me like the back of her fucking hand.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Early the following Saturday, Bret Baxter found himself alone in his house. His son had left for football practice and Lois had gone as well. He found a note explaining that she had gone downtown to have her hair done and that she wouldn't be back until early that evening. As for Gail, he didn't know where she was.

Getting out of bed, he was surprised that it was already past noon. He yawned, stretched and stood before the mirror which covered the back of his bedroom door. Studying his naked body, he was pleased that it had still held up and that he was in pretty good physical shape.

I still look younger than I am, he decided.

Showering, he closed his eyes, picturing June Lane shoving her pussy in his face. But then, the image changed, became altered and suddenly he saw himself visualizing Gail, his daughter. He was undressing her in his mind and the very thought of her fantastic hot lush little body made his cock tingle with long-suppressed desire.

By the time he had stepped out of the shower, his pecker was huge and ready to burst. And then the doorbell rang. Cursing to himself, ashamed at having such carnal and unclean thoughts of his own child, Bret wrapped a towel around his waist and trod barefoot to the front door.

He hoped that it was a door-to-door salesman or someone he didn't have to let in, for his cock was so big and hard that it looked ridiculous behind the towel. There was no hiding his erection and when he asked who it was, he gulped loudly and opened the door wide.

"You caught me in the shower," he said, a little embarrassed but not as much as he had feared when he noticed how interested Gail and her friends suddenly became.

"I forgot my key, Daddy," she told him, walking inside. "You remember Sharon and Debbie, don't you?"

The girls kept sneaking looks at him and Bret smiled, nodding his head as he gave Gail's two girlfriends a quick going over. He was conscious of their piercing adolescent stares and when he glanced down, he turned red, seeing that the towel was still tented up, barely covering his otherwise naked body.

"We're just gonna listen to records and stuff," Gail explained, leading her friends into the living room.

Bret watched them moving away, and he caught himself following them with his eyes. Sharon had long blonde hair and a great tight little ass. Debbie, on the other hand, looked dark and intense, with two pointy boobs and a small boyish bottom.

I wouldn't mind getting into her panties, he thought to himself, moving back towards his bedroom. He threw on a pair of old faded pants, but decided to leave his chest bare. Bret knew, then and there, what he was after and he wanted to get it accomplished as soon as possible.

He had watched his daughter on more than one occasion, watched her as a man watches a woman and not as a father looking at their off-spring. He knew how long he had hungered after her body and something inside of him clicked, all the gears and thought processes locking into place.

Lois was gone. Gary wasn't expected back and now, it seemed as if he had the perfect opportunity. Ever since he had noticed Gail spying on him when he was in bed with Lois, Bret had been determined to get the one thing he had never touched, the one thing he had long been afraid of, namely, Gail's snatch.

Taking a last look in the mirror, he was pleased to see how his cock made a really enormous and prominent bulge in the tight pants he had decided to wear. It was exactly what he had in mind. Returning to the living room, he sat down on the couch, squeezing right between Sharon and Debbie. Gail came back from the kitchen with some ice cubes and soda and she poured them all a drink.

Bret noticed how surprised she seemed to find him sitting there, right next to her two friends. But if she found his presence unusual, she didn't say anything. Rather, she looked at him with something akin to curious interest, sitting down in the club chair not far from the couch.

Bret felt uncomfortable. He hadn't been around teenage girls in years and he didn't know what to say. Finally, he chose the weather, innocent enough as he asked, "Hot enough for you?"

Sharon and Debbie giggled.

"I'll put on the air conditioner, if you like," he volunteered with a smile.

"No, we're fine," Sharon spoke up.

"Well, I'm still pretty warm," and Bret pointed to his bare chest as if that was explanation enough.

Spreading his legs slightly, he touched against the two girls who sat on either side him. They were both wearing micro-mini skirts and his thighs rubbed up against their bare legs as he leaned back against the couch, watching both of them out of the corner of his eye.

Bret could feel himself getting more and more worked up. He had never done anything faintly erotic with his daughter and the idea of having sex with her and her two friends seemed almost too wild to comprehend, to believe that it might even be possible.

Had he known about Gail's feelings, especially since she had seen him being sucked off by her mother, Bret would certainly have felt differently, but he was as ignorant of her desire for him as she was of his hopes of getting between her legs.

Nevertheless, he kept picturing what it might be like to carry on with all three youngsters and the idea of having them, all at once and all together, was so staggering and exciting that his cock kept throbbing, twitching as it hung down against one thigh.

"Where's Mother?" Gail asked, her eyes riveted between her father's legs, glued to the prominent thick bulge in his pants.

Bret caught her staring, wondering what she was up to. She had never been so daring, so brazen as right at this moment, almost as if she was reading his mind. "She went to get her hair done," he replied. "She won't be back for hours, not until this evening."

"And you're all alone," Sharon said, clicking her tongue.

"All by your lonesome," Debbie agreed, her tits bouncing up and down.

Bret didn't know what to make of it. He wondered if his daughter had planned this all in advance, if she intended to do exactly what he most desired.

"That's right," he told them and they suddenly got quiet. "It's just the four of us and no one else." He got slowly to his feet, turned to face Sharon and Debbie, his pecker inches away from their faces. "Just the four of us," he repeated in a stage whisper. "And do you know what I think about when I'm alone? Do you girls have any idea?"

He turned to Gail, who sat in her chair, looking up at him intently, as if she was trying to figure out her father's next move. Moving towards her on his bare feet, he walked languid and cat-like.

"What do you…?" and Gail stopped as Bret drew up in front of her.

"What do I what?" he asked.

"Think about, when you're alone," she stammered, turning red.

"Oh, I think about how you used to sit on my lap when you were a little girl," Bret replied with a laugh. "Want to try it again?"

Hesitantly, Gail got to her feet and her father sat down in the chair. Then, she rested her ass on top of his lap and he immediately put his hands around her waist, holding her against him as he watched her friends, curious to see how they would react.

As for Gail, she pushed down and winced as she felt something long and hard against her bottom. She didn't have to think twice to know what it was. Her father, she realized with a little gasp of shock and pleasure all rolled into one, had a wonderfully enormous hard-on. And right at that moment it was pressing hotly against the crack between the cheeks of her ass.

Bret felt his daughter's warm ripe body sitting on top of him and his cock began to burn with a fierceness that soon grew uncomfortable. It was struggling to get out of his pants and as they all sat there, strangely silent, he moved his hands higher up along her chest, edging closer to the two round mounds of her tits.

Then, throwing all caution to the wind and hoping that he wasn't making a mistake, Bret took hold of one of Gail's hands, spread his legs apart and pressed it down right against the rounded bulge in front of his. She stiffened against him and he whispered in her ear, "See how excited I can get?"

At first, all he heard was the stereo.

There was an incredibly deadening silence in the room, punctuated only by his heavy breathing. But then, Gail began to show her true colors. Her fingers had not moved away from the bulge of her father's hard rampant cock, even when he dropped his hand onto her lap.

Rather, she kept her fingers in place, edging off of him so that they sat squeezed together on the chair, side by side. Slowly and tentatively she moved her hand about, feeling, kneading, judging the very shape and thickness, the size of her father's huge virile organ.

Bret was breathing deeply, and he spread his legs wider apart, hearing his heart beating wildly as his daughter pressed her lush woman's body against him, feeling him up at the same time.

"That's a joke, isn't it?" she asked with a laugh, looking up at him. "I mean, it's not real, is it?"

"Oh, its very real. A hundred per cent meat," Bret told her, laughing self-consciously at the crudeness of his joke. He wondered what Gail's friends were thinking, for they hadn't said a single word all the time that he had been sitting next to his daughter.

"Daddy, you're just incredible!" Gail said with admiration welling up in her voice. "You're almost as big as Paolo and shit, he's hung like a fucking horse!"

Although he was instantly shocked to know that Gail wasn't the innocent little girl he had always imagined her to be, Bret now saw that he could get his way and have anything he wanted from her. Perhaps it was the admiration in her voice, perhaps her honesty or the way she played and fondled with his bulging hard-on, but whatever it was, Bret suddenly lost all sense of decency or control.

He lunged sideways, throwing himself down against her, grinding his body on top of her as his hands grappled for her tits, pulling them hard as he tried to unbutton her blouse.

Gail, not surprisingly, offered little if any resistance. She seemed to look over her shoulder at her friends, before turning back to her father. Then, Bret felt her arms encircling his back as he leaned against her, unbuttoning her blouse with fumbling, wildly excited fingers, groping madly for her lush swelling tits.

He thrust one hand inside her blouse and felt one of her boobs, firm and round, covered by nothing, nothing at all. And as he squeezed her ripe heavy breast, he began to pant. The very touch of her body sent back charges of electricity through his fingertips. He had hungered about Gail for so very long and now he wasn't about to let her slip through his fingers.

"The girls were hoping you'd try something," she whispered to him. "They… they always thought you were really sexy and they really freak out on big meat."

Her giggles filled his ears and the blood rushed to Bret's head, making him giddy, heady, filled with delight and sensuous abandon. He reached behind Gail as she leaned forward, deftly helping her slip her arms out of her blouse. Then, he lowered the blouse right off, throwing it onto the floor.

What delight! What fantastic boobs awaited his sight! Gail's tits were creamy, pure white, capped by beautiful little dark red nipples which stood out, taut and firm beneath his touch. Bret rolled one after the other between his thumb and forefinger and Gail twisted in her seat, moaning softly.

He cupped her high swollen mounds and felt them, fondled them, toyed and squeezed her full ripe boobs until his daughter was panting, breathing down his neck and arching her hips up against his crotch with a spasmodic kind of fuck-hunger and sexual intensity.

Bret heard footsteps approaching, turned quickly around and found himself staring at Sharon and Debbie. They crouched down beside him, purring like two fucking horny kittens, rubbing their bodies against him as he kept on handling Gail's tits.

Then, when Bret bent lower, opening his mouth and thrusting out his tongue, lapping and slurping excitedly on his daughter's lush round mounds, the other two youngsters went into action. He felt one of them massaging his back, dipping her fingers under the waist of his pants to scrape erotically against the top of his buttocks as the other girl – which one of them it was he couldn't be sure – pressed her tits against his back, grinding down against him.

Bret felt insatiable, no longer in control of his senses. Grabbing Gail around the waist, he pulled her down to the floor, climbing on top of her and panting, dry humping her with quick jabbing stokes as he felt the outline of his huge pole bearing down upon the V-shaped mound which lay, still hidden, between her supple thighs.

As for Debbie and Sharon, they were attempting to pull off Bret's trousers. One of them reached underneath him and quickly unbuttoned the top fastener, pulling the zipper down as well. Then, the two of them worked in unison, tugging at the tight-fitting pants legs until he lifted his body an inch off of Gail's moaning tossing figure and let his snug fitting trousers slide down off of his hips, down over his buttocks, his thighs, until finally they were wrenched completely off with a tug and he was naked, absolutely stark naked.

"Shit, take a look at that!" Sharon said excitedly, gazing at Bret's back and his firm hairy muscular buttocks. "Your ole man is too much, Gail. Fantastic!"

Bret kept humping his daughter, reaching down in an effort to pull up her skirt. He was so excited that he couldn't stop what he was doing and her loud whimpers and groans of delight filled his ears like music. His cock stuck up against his belly, like a huge column of ivory-white meat that quivered and pulsated violently.

Bret's hands were still on Gail's tits, holding them and squeezing them like balloons and he glanced up, just in time to see both Debbie and Sharon pulling off the last of their clothes. He began to roar and he got to his feet, lunging forward and grabbing the nearest of them, Debbie, around the waist.

She was totally naked, her long black hair swinging wildly as she laughed like a vixen, holding him around the shoulders while Bret ground his hips against her flat smooth belly. He pulled her away and held her at arm's length, gazing with unparalleled delight at her beautiful and naked body.

Her tits were smaller than Gail's, but pointier, covered with a thin trace of blue veins that made her skin look transparent. As for her cunt, it was incredibly hairy, covered with a thick matting of dark black hair which curled down several inches along the inside of each lush and well-formed thigh.

Bret could barely see the ruby-red cunt lips behind that pubic triangle and as Debbie bent her legs slowly, she smiled lewdly at him, flicking out her tongue in his direction and thrusting one finger right in the middle of her carmine gash.

As for Sharon, she was soft and blonde and downy, her pussy covered with a wonderful curly patch of light blonde hair, the same color as that on her head. Her tits were rounder and fuller than either of her friends' and she reminded Bret of a milkmaid, a country girl, all healthy and white and smiling.

She kept looking at his cock, her hands circling her pussy as she pumped and ground her hips back and forth, imitating coitus. Finally, Bret looked down at Gail, his daughter, his beauty, the one he had lusted after for so very long.

He knew that he had to take her first, that he had to give her the first spurts, the first gush of his come. Bending down, he pulled off her mini skirt, leaving her lying there on the floor, clad only in lime green panties.

Behind them lay the shadow of her pussy and Bret lay down on the floor, pulled his daughter's legs apart and stretched out in front of her, his cock against the carpet as he lowered his head and suddenly thrust his mouth right between her legs, sucking on her pussy, pulling the panties into his throat as he felt her pubic hairs and licked harder, trying to stuff all of her cunt between his eager hungry lips.

"Too much, what a fucking humpy body, what a tongue," Gail sighed with pleasure, clamping her ankles over his back as Bret felt one of the other girls massaging his ass, running her fingers around his muscular buttocks as he trembled with joy and sexual vitality.

Quickly, not wanting to go without Gail's pussy for another minute, Bret pulled her panties down and as she kicked them off of her ankles, he opened his mouth wide, gasping with pleasure at the sight of the most perfect cunt he had ever seen in all of his life.

Curls and ringlets of fleecy hair formed an impossibly perfect triangle around her mound. And as Bret pawed through the soft hair, he stared at a pair of smooth-edged and slightly puffy pink lips, clenched tightly together like the lips of a pouting mouth.

Without saying another word, he threw her legs up in the air and buried right down, his mouth chomping, clamping onto her pussy as he spread her thighs wide and used his fingers to pull apart the outer folds of her downy snatch. There, poking out from the lush creases of her vulva was her clitoris, a short wiggling little knob of flesh that looked too good to resist.

Quickly, Bret sucked it right up into his mouth, curling his tongue around the little delectable morsel of cunt-flesh until he thought Gail would come, she was crying out so loudly, shaking and thrashing about on the floor.

"Suck on it, eat me!" she screamed like a fucking cock-starved bitch. "Make me come, Daddy. Oh what a fucking hot mouth you have. So wet, so nice oh I need you. I have to feel your cock inside of me. Oh, it's so nice and big it'll feel so good, Daddy, so good."

Bret listened, smiled and licked and sponged his daughter's fantastically beautiful vagina. At the same time, the other two girls weren't about to stand by idly. No, for suddenly he felt something wet and raspy running lightly up and down his hairy anal-chink.

Then, a pair of hands spread apart the globes of his ass and a mouth dived down. He looked up for a second, smiling at the sight of Debbie thrusting her head down, right into the crevice of his ass. Her tongue was lashing hotly, energetically, up and down the coarse-haired furrow, licking until she found his brown puckered bottom-bole.

"Do it!" he called out to her, wiggling his ass up and down with excitement. "Rim me until I can't take anymore. Tickle my prostate and you, Sharon," he went on, pointing to the blonde who fingered herself with a dreamy expression in her eyes, "get the fuck down on the floor and suck on my cock. Pronto!"

She moved like a fucking bat out of hell. They turned Bret over on his side and as he continued to nibble and chew on Gail's clitoris, thrusting his tongue in and out until she began to trickle hot pungent cunt-juice, he felt the two girls getting more and more aroused.

While Debbie rimmed him, slurping joyfully in and out of his ass, penetrating right into his rectum with her wildly pistoning tongue, Sharon had gotten down on her side. She gripped Bret's thick rammer with one hand, unable to even get her fingers around the shaft, it was so wide and swollen, so ready for action.

Then, opening her mouth until it looked like a fucking cavern, she lowered her head over his pecker. It was only with the greatest of difficulty that she managed to cover the round fistful of cock-head with her mouth.

But Bret loved every second of it.

Sharon's tongue flicked wildly across the smooth stretched skin of his glans, probing into the slit of his piss-hole feverishly as she pulled her lips back and gently grasped the tips of her front teeth along his shaft, trying to cram more and more of his oversized dong into her throat.

But after she had sucked in a good five or six inches, it hit the back of her throat and she gagged, pulling away slightly and swallowing loudly before continuing her exotic mouthing and tonguing strokes. Bret's penis was filled with blood, ready to explode. He just didn't want to waste any more time.

"Baby, now," he said, looking up at Gail who lay on the floor, already covered with sweat, cunt-juice trickling down over her pussy. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been balled before. See this?" and he pulled his cock out of Sharon's mouth and brandished it like a spear before his daughter's startled and wide-open eyes.

"Oh do it, Daddy. I can't wait. Fuck me! Fuck me forever, forever!" she suddenly screamed.

Bret mounted her quickly as the other girls pulled away, breathless, watching with incredible excitement as both of them thrust fingers down into their soft wet honey pots, never having witnessed such a display of overt sexuality.

Holding his cock steady with one hand as Gail lifted her legs high, locking her ankles around his sweaty back, Bret lowered himself slowly, guiding the round flaming head of his enormous penis down to the gaping and open pit of her vagina. Slowly, the glans wedged itself tightly, fitting like a glove between the two outer lips of his daughter's snatch. A low-pitched moan escaped from between Gail's lips and the tightness increased until Bret was frictioning up against her clitoris, pushing down once again and watching with a smile on his lips as more and more of his thick nine-incher disappeared between her legs.

"Oh Daddy, Daddy," she cried. "Give it to me. Fill me oh I want you so badly, oh shit it feels so big you'll pull me in half, you'll rip me apart with a fucking beautiful cock. Give me more, more!" she babbled on.

Bret suddenly thrust forward with a wicked laugh and a piercing lurch, impaling her as she stiffened, her eyes, rolling up in her head as every last enormous inch of his massive and unwieldy penis thrust itself down into the very depths, the very farthest reaches of her glorious adolescent pussy.

He hit something at the end of her canal and finally stopped, his hairy pubic bush rubbing against her fleecy curls as he grabbed hold of her tits and began to piston quickly in and out of her hot gaping hole.

"Man, oh man I can taste it, it's everywhere. Everywhere!" Gail shouted out as Bret lowered his head and began to suck on her beautiful ripe boobs.

Meanwhile, Debbie was obviously remembering what she had done to him. It must have really turned her on for now Bret felt her moving behind him, wrenching apart the tightly clenched cheeks of his ass and slipping down on her knees, her tongue thrust out as she licked frantically up and down along his hairy anal furrow.

He felt her sucking on his asshole and trying to work her tongue inside his rectum as he relaxed his sphincter muscles, letting the girl rim him and eat out his ass with youthful vigor and excitement. But he was feeling Gail's cunt and that, of course, was the most important, the most delightful.

It was incredibly tight, angled straight down without curves, slick and slippery and enveloping his cock like the most perfectly fitting sheath. Bret slid in and out, feeling Debbie handling and fondling his heavy pendulous nuts as they whacked against Gail's legs. Faster and faster he worked as suddenly Sharon crouched down in front of him, lifting his face and shoving her blonde-haired snatch right up to his mouth.

How could he resist?

He slobbered hotly over the girl's pubic mound, sticking his tongue in and out of her dark-pink and ragged-edged cunt lips, right into her delicious little hole. It was already dripping wet, sticky as her juices poured down her canal, salty and pungent on his tongue as Bret swallowed them down.

"Nice," she moaned in a whisper, humping forward and shoving her pussy back and forth against his thirsty lips. "Do it, suck on it and make me cream, baby."

He kept tonguing her, slurping and nuzzling her twat as he worked even more excitedly on his daughter's pussy. For he knew that he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. Debbie was rimming him, tickling his prostate and handling his nuts as well as the wet hot stem of his cock as it slid in and out of her friend's hot and widely-stretched pussy.

And Bret was eating out Sharon, sucking on her twat as he pounded away, ramming harder and faster with each succeeding stroke as Gail worked her muscles, clamping her father's cock down into her fantastically hot tight snatch. Bret couldn't control himself and suddenly he screamed out that he was going to come.

"Move your ass, baby. Your muscles, come with me oh God it feels so good, Gail, so good," he moaned loudly, thrusting away until finally, it happened.

His come was churning, gushing up the length of his enormous hose until it spurted thickly, deep into the farthest recesses of his daughter's vagina. He shook and rattled on top of her, screaming, "Now. Gail do it now I'm coming holy shit motherfucker I'm spraying, shooting. Fucking hot white come it feels so nice, so hot and tight my darling baby."

"Give it to me, Daddy," Gail begged, arching her hips and hugging her father as she too began to feel the effects of her orgasm. Bret was beyond help, his mouth slobbering over Sharon's pussy, his tongue flicking in and out as he kept coming, his jism cascading like a fountain, splattering the walls of his daughter's battered vagina as a climax of amazing force and intensity began to consume him.

He couldn't say anything else. His cock pulsated, quivered and trembled inside of her as he just kept shooting. Six, seven, eight, nine times his penis spurted, ejaculating with super-human force and discharging more come than he had ever shot in all of his life.

Finally he lay down on top of her, unable to move. He wondered why he was suddenly feeling guilty for what he had done to his daughter.

CHAPTER NINE

That same afternoon, as ignorant of his father's and sister's escapades as his mother was, Gary finished football practice, joined a rather boring – in his critical estimation – circle-jerk with his teammates and went downtown to see a movie. He sat alone in the top balcony, watching a woman get sexually attacked. Although the film wasn't all that explicit, he knew, almost by instinct, that that was the way he would most enjoy having sex.

So he decided that it was time. Time to do it, then and there.

He wasn't about to wait for his sister's friend Sharon to make herself available and he waited until twilight had set in and most of the people were returning home. He took the long way back to his house, roaming the already dark streets in search of a suitable victim.

His cock was on fire. He had had a hard-on ever since he had walked into the movie theater and he had come to the realization that jerking off was a waste, a complete waste of time. There seemed to be so much cunt around, that he knew he would be able to find satisfaction if he looked hard enough.

Gary was looking for a nice young chick to pull into an alley or a vacant lot, a chick he would use to fuck the shit out of and sure enough, he found somebody. On a rather dark and almost deserted looking side street he saw a girl walking all by herself.

She had a large tote bag in one hand and she was obviously afraid, for she kept looking over her shoulder as she hurried down the street. Once he caught sight of her, Gary remained hidden, darting behind cars and getting closer. He had been in this particular neighborhood before and he remembered an alleyway next to a building that was due to be demolished further down the block. So he decided that would be the perfect place to grab her.

Just as she passed the building before it, he ran out from behind two parked cars. She heard his rapidly approaching footsteps, turned quickly around and opened up her mouth to scream. But it was too late. He was upon her like an animal, a handkerchief covering his face so she wouldn't be able to recognize him.

His cock was huge and bloated, just dying to plow its way into her soft white pussy. Gripping her around the mouth so she couldn't scream, her saw her wide-open and horrified eyes – the eyes of the woman who was raped in the movie he had just seen – and he knew she was perfect, absolutely perfect.

It happened that on that particular night, Lois and Bret were entertaining the Lanes. Things had progressed rapidly until, sometime after dinner, the four adults found themselves upstairs in the master bedroom.

When the bubble of their carnality exploded, Lois was in the midst of being serviced by Andy Lane and her husband, both men employing their cocks at the same time. But then the telephone suddenly rang out.

Everyone stopped moving.

Both men kept their cocks in place as Lois said, "Oh shit," under her breath. Then, she picked up the receiver. She listened on the other end, turned white, said, "We'll be right down. Thank you," and hung up.

Then, she looked back at her husband, tears forming under the lids of her eyes. "It's Gary," she said, beginning to sob. "They have him down at the police station. He raped a girl, Bret. He almost killed her."

And so the perfectly normal parents of two perfectly normal children stopped what they were doing and got up, put on their clothes and walked into a nightmare.

Content

Dennis Carlisle
Family affair

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE