Chapter 11
What greeted mother and daughter when they opened the door was enough to make both of them gasp. They were held motionless as if by a force beam that pinned their limbs to the very spot of their entrance. Marsha was staggered by the incredibly erotic tableau being enacted on the dining table across the room and next to the kitchen door.
Jean had been laid on the table, her ass perched on its edge, her legs drawn up so that her heels could press into the table. And press they did, so that she almost rocked in perfect rhythm to an unheard primitive music, a steady beat that both Anna and Marsha became aware of as it coursed through their own naked bodies as they watched intently.
All three men were gathered around her. Jack and Karl were taking turns pronging her dripping muff; they were in tune to the primal rhythm. Al was steadily feeding his cock into her greedy mouth as he knelt on the table over her.
Marsha watched with avid interest as Jack hunched against the yielding cunt flesh, stroking unhurriedly yet forcefully into the pink pussy flesh. She could see his white ass driving forward, propelling his cock into her hole with pile driver force, while she hunched back at him in perfect response. With each lurch forward, she watched his ass tighten and heard the sweet slap of his balls into her ass cheeks. His hands braced him on her protruding pelvic bones, holding her steady so that the force of each plunge did not send her sliding away from him.
"Look at him ram it home, Marsha. That young man of yours seems to really be enjoying having Jean's lovely twat wrapped around his stiff rod."
Marsha murmured agreement, aware that not only was he enjoying it, but that Jean, too, was getting her fill of the intense pleasure of a super screwing. Her own cunt, beginning to juice again, ached all the way up into her womb to have that cock buried in her, stroking her own silken pussy walls, massaging her stiffened clit with the flared cock head which now was hidden from her view, completely submerged in Jean's snapping box.
"Look at Jean eating Al's prick. She's quite a gobbler, they both tell me. A girl could learn a lot by watching the tongue action she's giving Al right now. Just look at his face. You tell me he's not enjoying it!"
"She's really something," agreed Marsha, her eyes shifting to the cock sucking action on the table. "Uncle Al's really fucking her face."
She watched Al lift himself slowly, amazed at the length of cock that he brought up out of Jean's puckered mouth, wondering how she could possibly take so much male meat.
"She's deep throating him, that's for sure. You just about have to take all that man's cock."
Marsha turned to her mother incredulously.
"You sound as though you've been eating his prick yourself," she said, though it was more question than statement.
"Don't sound so shocked, darling. Of course I've sucked your uncle off. A blow job's very pleasurable, once you try it. You don't mean to say that you've never sucked cock before?"
Anna held a mischievous turn to her voice, taunting her daughter with her new-found sophistication, feeling as though she had been a cocksucker all her life, even though she had tasted her first dick, had swallowed her first sperm, only this afternoon.
"No, Mom, I've never had a man's prick in my mouth, but I'm sure anxious to give it a try."
Anna nodded. "I'm glad to hear you say that. I'm just surprised that a member of the younger generation could have escaped such an initiation as that."
"Everybody's a novice at something, all their lives. There're a lot of things I haven't done, but for this, it won't be long, that much I can promise you."
Both women were beginning to feel the fires of lust being stoked in their oozing cunts. Marsha was unable to take it all in; trying hard to watch Jack reaming Jean's cunt hole and Al sliding his pleasure prong deep into her throat, suddenly caught sight of the third member of the trio of men, or rather caught sight of the third erect prick, motioning towards her.
Karl had been admiring her for quite some time, and when he realized that her attention was focused on him for a moment, he smiled and beckoned her to the table.
"Why don't you two come and join the fun? I'm tired of being odd man out." His voice was husky with sexual hunger, and she did not have to be asked twice, nor did her mother.
"Come on, Mom. There's no reason Jean should have all the fun."
They went across the room, and both of them found a spot on the table, assuming the same supine position that Jean was in, cunts right at the edge of the table, thighs spread invitingly.
"Hi, Marsha, I'm Karl Stern. I think everybody else is too busy to properly introduce us," he said, stroking her upper thighs, his fingertips seeming to be only a tiny millimeter away from her cunt. His eyes devoured her nubile young body.
"I'm glad to meet you, Karl," she said, reaching down to place his fingertips on her slick pussy. "I don't like to fuck strangers. Perhaps we might get better acquainted."
"Yes and there's no better way than this," he said, thumbing apart her hot snatch and touching the swollen tip of his blood-engorged cock head to her puffy twat. With a quick snap of his hips, he slipped the shaft into her cunt, though only part of the way, letting her twat accustom itself to the sudden entrance of the huge tool, adjusting the inside of her cunt to his throbbing pecker.
"Oh, Karl, you're sure a friendly guy," she whispered.
He eased himself forward so that the swollen knob inched into her horny snatch, molding about it.
"I can be very friendly."
"Umm-hmm," she murmured, letting her fingers reach out to touch him where his shaft joined to her cunt. She gasped.
He's still got a lot of cock left to put in my cunt. God, what a beautiful dick, and he's going to put it in me, all the way in my snatch.
"Very friendly," he repeated, and jabbed his prick all the way home.
Marsha yelped as she felt the head strike the end of her cunt, sending a new thrill through her. It was unbelievable that she could take so much cock. It felt even bigger than the dildo that had tunneled its way to the very back of her pussy. Her cunt walls trembled as she squeezed the delightful dick with all her might.
Karl poised for a moment, as though permitting her to catch her breath, leaving her to writhe in anticipation of the fucking he was to give her. As she lay there, flexing the inner muscles of her drenched pussy, she turned her head to watch the other action taking place on the table.
Al still had his prick buried in the lush folds of Jean's pouting mouth, but Jack had moved to welcome Anna in the same manner that Karl had welcomed her-by burying his twitching dick in her dilated twat. He was hunching against her in long strokes, pulling out most of his cock before he thrust the slick shaft back in her gushing hole with unabated force.
Marsha sighed, glad to be a part of all this, aware of how much she had changed in the last day. Fucking was natural, and she wanted nothing more in the universe than to be totally natural, completely free, every fiber of herself reaching out to participate in this great beautiful world.
"Fuck me, Karl," she said, rather matter-of-factly as she returned her concentration to his erect prong, lying dormant in her delicious snatch. "Prong me to a thousand orgasms, and then make me beg for more."
Karl chuckled.
"That's a mighty tall order for a man," he admitted, though he was pleased to hear her say it. If possible, her exaggerated request made his stiff rod thicken in girth as well as length.
"Ahhh!" said Marsha, obviously as aware of the swelling of his prick as he was. "Do it, baby. Long and slow, fast and hard, I don't care. But start fucking. I want to feel your cock giving the insides of my pussy a rubdown."
"Anything to please a lady."
Karl withdrew almost eight of the nine inches that had been buried in her snatch, tantalizing her with the languid withdrawal. Then suddenly he plowed his tremendous tool into her hole, only to withdraw and plunge again.
She took the severe pounding of his prick with joyous thrusts in return, letting his prong dig into her quim, as if it would split her, tear her from asshole to cunt mound, so that she would have just one giant gash left in her where before there had been two separate holes.
"Fuck me harder, Karl!" she begged. "Rip me open! Make me hurt, baby! Punish me with your prick!"
She was overcome by the masochistic urges caused by the savage slam of his dick dredging the very depths of her pleasure box, screwing her with more terrifying power than she had ever been screwed. He fucked her with a ferocity that she had not believed could be so invigorating, as though she were a protesting virgin, deflowered, violated, cherry savagely torn from her cunt to be cast aside by the harsh thrusts. Though she had been fucked by Robbie, though she had felt the thickness of an outsized dildo in her small box, she saw this as her first man, as her first true fuck.
"You bitch!" he hissed, punishing her. And while he punished her, he loved her, loved the feel of her silken snatch snugly riding the sides of his rigid rod, clasping the tiny nerve endings at the base of his cock head. "I'll fuck you, yes, I'll fuck you!" he screamed in the thick voice of lust. "Here!" He jabbed. "Here!" He jabbed again, touching a new place. "Here, and here, and here!"
He reached out and grasped her titties, pulling on them, tugging at the nipples as he took them between his fingers.
"Good, good!" Marsha panted. "YOU'RE SO GODDAMN GOOD!!"
"You've got . . . the tightest . . . pussy . . . I've ever ...fucked."
"Tighter than Jean's?" she teased.
"Yes."
"Tighter than my mother's?"
"Yes."
"Do you like fucking me more than them?"
He did not answer right away, but sucked deeper through his mouth. She knew that he was getting close to a climax, and did not want to miss her own orgasm. She decided that taunting him was a waste of time. She had let things build, let him work, merely enjoyed his delightful screwing. But now he was getting serious, and the sensations spreading outwards from her inflamed cunt told her that she, too, was about to get serious.
She began to writhe with tiny circles of motion.
"Fuck me!" she begged. She threw back her head, and flung open her mouth, drawing her breaths in great greedy gulps. His hands still fiercely massaged her boobs, which only served to increase her thrills. She locked her legs behind his hips, and he shifted the ever-shorter strokes, through so rapid-fire that she felt her stiffened clit was never missing a second's contact with the head of his dick. She bucked upwards, rolled towards him, felt the 'slam of his pelvis into her cunt mound, shuddered as his cock head dragged across her pleasure button, going outwards, only to return, driving into her hole to strike the back of her cuntal sheath. Then she rolled back her head and bellowed.
"I'M COMINGGGG! SHOOT YOUR ROCKS IN MEEEE! !"
His hands went to her hips. He stiffened as though he had been brought to an abrupt halt, groaned once in the most mournful of ways, and emptied his gun into her spasming cunt.
"FILL MY CUNT FULL OF YOUR JIZZ; GIVE ME YOUR FULL LOAD!!"
He obliged her, pouring the cock cream into her snatch, inundating the walls with the white fuck juice. She could feel the scalding seed of his balls as it struck the walls of her palpitating pussy, closed her eyes, and breathed a sigh of intense pleasure.
"What a fuck!" he breathed. "That's got to be the hottest snatch I've ever been in. It was like a blowtorch on my prick, there at the end. You're really something, Marsha."
She became aware that the others had stopped their own activity to watch the two of them fuck to completion, and that a tense admiration had filled each of them, an admiration for the complete immersion of the spent lovers in their balling which had just culminated in the wild, spasmodic mutual climax which they had shared. It was the kind of experience that each of them sought, that every lover desired to share with his or her partner.
Marsha, glowing with the gradual muting of her pleasure, all of which had not yet dissipated, let her eyes sweep all of them, peered into the latent blaze of lust that washed over her from their gazes. She was embarrassed a bit by the realization that each of them had shared vicariously in her joy, that each of them both envied her, and was glad for her.
"I didn't expect to be a show-stopper, everybody. Let's not put a damper on the screwing. One good fuck deserves another, and I know that the other cocks here can bring Jean and Mom the very same thrills I had. Am I right?" Al crawled down from the table.
"Well, Jack, it looks like you and I have been put on the spot. You ready to fuck your very best?"
"Always, watching them has only made my prick stiffer," he said. Anna nodded her head in agreement.
"I'll say. Every time you two screamed, his cock jumped up in my cunt a little more. There at the end, I could almost feel him in my belly."
"Like this," he asked, beginning to rock forward, sinking his dong into her box.
"Yes, baby, like that."
Both couples began to buck and lurch, the men lunging deeper and deeper into the open cunts of the women braced on the table top, while Karl and Marsha watched.
Before long both women were moaning in ecstasy, their asses wriggling in rapid response to the pricks plunging into their pussies.
Jack was the first to get his gun, but Marsha knew that her mother had gotten her rocks off moments before the young stud plunged and held while his cock head flared and poured a generous helping of cum into the eager cunt of his date's mother.
"AHHH!" he cried, gritting his teeth, and giving a few last perfunctory strokes before collapsing across Anna's boobs. He took one tit in his mouth and sucked on it while Anna stroked his head and sweat-streaked back.
Then it was Al's turn to explode his fuck juice into Jean, who squealed with delight as she felt the hot jizz strike her cunt walls.
Al did not cry out, but Marsha knew that it was with great difficulty that he kept his control. He was obviously pleased by ejaculating the pent-up load, as most any man would be, but she could tell by his eyes how much it had affected him. They were glazed for a brief moment, seeming to be sightless, staring vacantly into space.
"Wow, everybody looks fucked out! What'll we do now?" Marsha asked.
"Well," said Jean, "I remember what you said when you came in, about not eating Jack's prick. Since the men have done all the work while we rested on the table, maybe we can return the favor by putting them on the table, and doing a little cock sucking. Okay with y'all?"
Everyone agreed, and they switched places, men supine on the table, dicks still limp but ready to be licked and sucked to a fuckable hard-on.
"Your pick, Marsha, or maybe I should say; your prick. What do you say?" asked Anna.
"I'll take Jack-though I want to taste all these cocks before I finish. Would anybody mind if we sort of switched around?"
Jean and Anna agreed, and the men nodded. Marsha moved to a spot in front of Jack.
He stared up at her, and a broad smile came across his face.
"You promised me an exciting night, Marsha, but it's been absolutely unreal so far," he said, his voice oozing with pleasure. "But, honestly, I'm glad you wanted to go down on me first. Would it make you mad if I said I was jealous when Karl screwed you?"
"No, in fact, I'd be flattered. Has anyone ever sucked you off before?"
"No," he said, and she watched his nuts rearranging in the wrinkled bag. She reached down and tickled his scrotum.
"Do you like that?"
"Yes. Did you really tell them not to eat my prick, to save it for you?"
She eased herself to her knees so that his prick, now half-hard, was on level with her face. She licked the foreskin, sliding it back as she did so.
"Truth, I've never taken a dick in my mouth, and I wanted yours to be the first."
She was surprised to see that he was not circumcised, and let her tongue trace the tender strip where the foreskin joined to the head of his prong. The head ballooned out, and she could see the elastic strip tighten. She continued to flick across it with the tip of her tongue.
"Ooohhh, I like that! Keep it up." His rod had risen until it was thick and straight.
Marsha leaned back and admired his cock. "It has a really heavy smell," she said.
"It doesn't turn you off, does it?" he asked. "No, I like it, a manly kind of smell; it makes my cunt juice, and my mouth water."
She bent forward and licked the prick head carefully, breathing deeply of the smell of his balls, which was mingled with the smell of his cum as well as the combined cuntal lubrication from Jean and Anna. She found the taste quite pleasant, and licked with obvious delight.
"Oral sex's got to be the most intimate of relationships," said Jack. "Anybody can fuck. Complete strangers can ball and leave one another untouched by it. But you've got to trust each other to let someone take your cock in her mouth. And the same is true about muff-diving. Cunt flesh is very delicate, and letting a man lap your cunt says that you have basic trust and respect for each other. And both acts are far more intimate than anything else."
Marsha had never thought of it like that, but she could see how right he was.
"Do you trust me, Jack?"
"Completely."
"Then I'm going to go down on you, darling, and all the way. I'm going to take all of your cock in my mouth, and give you the best head job I can."
"Sounds great," he said.
She bent and kissed the inflamed knob, letting her lips slide down from the apex of the crown until they encircled the engorged cock-tip, playing her tongue across the tiny slit in the head as she did so. She sensed the quiver in his belly as her lips worked along the flared ridge of his prick head. Her eyes zeroed in on the dark patch of hair at the base of the dick, and she moved her face down on the throbbing shaft, slowly and with minute nibbling motions of her lips until she had the complete cock in her mouth, and her nose nestled in the curling hair at the base of his fat dick. She had to accommodate the head at the back of her throat, but the tissue was pliable, like the tissue in her furry box, and molded itself about the wicked wand.
"Your mouth is as exciting as pussy," the quavering response from Jack.
She thought; you haven't seen anything yet. Wait till I begin to build up a suction. Then compare it to pussy!
She began to lift, at first so that only a small portion of the delightful rod escaped her mouth before she slid her lips back down on it. Then with each stroke she slid farther and farther back, until only the barest of contact was being made with his prick and her lips as she lifted, before she plunged the full length of his rod in one great motion. He grunted with each swoop of her mouth onto his prong, and as she became accustomed to the feel of his knob spreading the flesh at the back of her throat, she began to lick while she bobbed, and then to suck at the same time.
"Ah, that's it! Suck my dick!"
She stopped and held for a moment with only the taut cock head in her mouth.
"More!" he begged. "Don't stop! Eat my prick, Marsha!"
She returned to her motion, losing herself in the rhythm of cock sucking. She could smell his male crotch, reeking now with a musky sweat. She inhaled it deeply through her dilated nostrils. It was a remarkable feeling, having a hard prick in her mouth, and she understood now why it was such a fascinating pastime for enlightened lovers.
"Enough, Marsha," it was Jean's voice and a touch on her shoulder. "Why don't you try Al's cock now? I'll keep Jack occupied."
She was a bit reluctant to leave her young lover, afraid that she would miss tasting the mysterious cock juice manufactured in the swollen nuts of her teenaged boyfriend. Marsha complied. She did want to taste the other cocks on the table, but she didn't want to miss Jack's sperm.
Well, you can't have your cock and eat it, too, she thought, and smiled as she brought herself face to face with Uncle's dong.
"You look as if you enjoy eating pricks," said Al, reaching out to take her head in one hand and rub his cock on her wet lips with his other.
Marsha moaned at the contact, growing filled with her rising lust.
"I do," she admitted, letting Al's even more massive prong wedge its way between her lips. She wasn't sure she could take it all, but the tautness of her titties and the excitement growing in her cunt old her that she was certainly going to try.
Before long she was plunging down on Al's cock just as she had on Jack's, loving every moment of he blow job. She liked the hot throbbing meat hat was burning to the touch of the insides of her mouth. She loved the resilience of the male cock, masked by the apparent hardness of it.
She was becoming quite an adept little cocksucker when her mother tapped her on the shoulder, and sent her on to lick and suck Karl's long.
"Maybe you're tired of licking and sucking," said Karl, brandishing his male sword, jiggling its massiveness in front of Marsha's lust-filled eyes.
"Not now," she murmured, extending her tongue and capturing the end of his cock with its tip, laving its ruddiness. She moaned, and engulfed the upper two thirds of his knurled rod.
I'm getting to be a cock-hungry woman. How could I have ever been afraid of this? It's soooo good!
Karl leaned back and watched Marsha bob at his stiff shaft.
"Suck my cock, sweetheart," Karl called to her, but it seemed so far away. Her mind could not focus on anything but the prick rising in her mouth, attacking the back of her mouth, seeking entrance into the channel of her white throat.
"All the way in, get all of my cock in, all of it!"
She was certainly trying. Karl had such a sweet dick, but she wasn't sure which one had the sweetest of the three. Karl's was the longest, Al's the hottest, and Jack's the fattest. She was suddenly very sure that she loved all three of them, and that she wanted to taste each man. Maybe she could decide between them after she had tasted their jism.
"Come on, Marsha," said Jean, again interrupting her. "Jack's ready for you again."
"Let me finish him, please," she begged.
"You will, honey. We're going to let you finish all of them. But I don't think Jack can wait much longer. Come on and taste him first. Anna and I'll keep the other cocks primed for you."
The promise that she would receive a load of cock cream from each of them was the only thing that could have enticed her away from Karl's lovely prick.
She moved over to Jack again, and wrapped her lips about his dick. She knew now why Jean had been so insistent. It wouldn't be long before the less experienced of the trio would empty his balls, and had she waited any longer it would have been too late to slide her mouth over his fat rod and catch the fuck juice.
"Jeez, I've got a big load built up for you, Marsha."
Anna called to her. "Suck him dry, honey! Get his juice. A man's first blow job should really be a creamy load."
Marsha felt the first tremor of the twitching pecker. She was even aware of the instant when the white cream made its way from his balls, rushed up the shaft, and spurted out of the flared head which ballooned in her mouth.
"ARGHHHH!" yelled Jack as he lifted his ass and released the pent-up wad of cum. Marsha took it on her tongue like an expert, let it build up and then gulped it down. The jism seemed to coat every inch of her throat and mouth, and she licked the insides of her mouth with her tongue. Jack followed with a second load, not as powerful as the first jetting stream, but more pungent. She inhaled its muskiness as she drank the juicy cum, pulling so hard on his prick that her lips caved in with each suck.
"Come on, Marsha, Al's ready."
She released Jack's rapidly shrinking cock and moved to the still firm shaft of Al. Before long he, took had exploded his own nuts into her willing throat. She was startled by the force of his ejaculation, but just as glad to take the jism onto her taste buds.
Then she moved to Karl, and repeated the same thing for the third time. Karl was not as close as the other two, and forced his dong all the way into her throat before he ejected his climax cream into her waiting mouth. She had to squeeze his nuts, until she felt as though she were milking them before she could bring him to unload.
As the last drops of Karl's cum oozed their way down her throat, she felt suddenly dizzy from her rapid-fire movement, as well as from the great quantity of jizz she had gulped.
The room reeled about her, and she lay her head on Karl's smooth thigh, and let herself savor what had happened to her.
Was it this time last night when she had rejected Jack? How she had changed since then! And all of it thanks to her brother, who had copped her cherry, and given her first taste of the beauties of sex. Where had she been hiding her mind and body all the years before this? How much had she missed out on by her stupidity?
No need of crying over missed cock. She could always make it up.
She looked up at the five pairs of eyes staring at her, especially her mother. She was glad for her. Mom had always appeared too strait-laced, and now she fairly glowed with a new-found sensuousness, an invigorating look of joy on her pretty young face.
"Is the party over?" she asked, her voice low. The others chuckled.
Her mother was the one who answered.
"The party's just begun."
Marsha heard the words, and nodded to herself. There was so much to learn about sex. She was still a novice, lacking the experience of Jean. There were many more cocks she would taste, many more that would fuck her to ecstasy. And for her mother, too, there was the same thing. Perhaps her father could be changed, could throw off the shackles of his own taboos, and could learn to participate in the grandest, most glorious creation given to man- the intimacy of sex.
Yes, her mother was right.
The party had just begun.