Chapter 1
She heard the moans again. They were louder this time, and as Marna Thompson lay listening, all she could think was that something was very wrong.
The slim thirteen-year-old slipped out of bed and found her bathrobe. She slipped it on quietly. Marna did not want to turn on a light, for fear that whoever was responsible for the moaning would stop before she could find out what was going on.
Marna opened the door to her room, turning the knob slowly. Carefully, she inched the door open, doing her best to keep the old hinges from creaking. She gave a sigh of relief as she slipped into the darkened hall.
Standing very still, she waited. Then she heard it, the moaning. It was coming from the direction of her mother's bedroom.
Cleo Thompson was a thirty-three-year-old divorcee. Since parting from her husband, she had made a home for herself and the two children by working as a secretary.
Because her mother enjoyed good health, Marna doubted that she was ill. Still, an emergency was always possible.
Marna moved quietly down the hall to her mother's door. It was ajar just enough so she could see inside. The sight that greeted her took her breath away.
Cleo Thompson was not alone. She was seated on the edge of her bed, her legs spread wide. Between them, Marna could see a man. His back was to her as he knelt before Cleo, and Marna could not tell who he was. His head moved up and down and from side to side as he kissed and licked at Cleo's sensitive inner thighs.
Her mother moaned again. Marna could not be sure whether the sounds were louder this time, or whether they just seemed that way because she was so close to them now. Whatever happened, she hoped her mother's moaning would not wake her fifteen-year-old brother, Mark.
"Christ, Seth," Cleo groaned, her voice tight and low. "Christ but that feels so good, so sexy. God, my cunt's dripping already, just from your kissing my legs like that. Where did you learn to use your mouth that way? You're driving me out of my head!"
The man looked up at her. "In the Far East, when I was in the Army. That's where I learned to turn women into the real, sexy animals they are."
"Well, you sure as hell are turning me into one. Don't stop! I need you to keep kissing me down there like that forever."
"Shit, baby, that's only the beginning. I got a hell of a lot more planned for us tonight, unless you're one of those snotty little bitches who won't fuck on the first night. You're not, are you?"
"Suppose you just keep working to find out, Seth." Cleo giggled.
"Hmmm, I never could resist a challenge. I'll keep this up until you're begging to be fucked. What do you think about that?"
"Sounds like music to my ears. Let's see if you can do more than make my cunt leak. I want to be turned on and horny all over. Do you think you learned enough in the Army to do that?"
"Never had any complaints yet. I'm going to start all over with you. I'll kiss the inside of your knee and go all the way up until my hot mouth's right on your panties. Then I'll suck the juice right through them out of your hot little cunt. You're going to get the lay of your life, Baby. I'm the man to do it. Just thinking about it makes my cock so fucking hard. I'm going to make sure you never forget tonight."
Marna could see that he had already peeled her mother's pantyhose off. They were hung over the foot of the bed, the first trophy of the man's loving attack. But who was he anyway? He didn't look like anyone Cleo had brought home before, at least not that Marna could remember. Cleo had called him Seth, or something like that. The name didn't ring a bell.
Whoever the man was, Cleo was enjoying him. The blonde woman threw her legs wider apart. Another deep moan escaped her parted lips. The man's lips and wildly licking tongue moved upward.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, Seth! You're setting my whole body on fire. Keep on. Kiss my legs. Lick me like that all over! Oh, oh my God, that feels so fucking good!"
"Christ, you got beautiful legs," the man growled. "They're so white and so smooth, I can hardly believe it. I want to eat them up, to feel that silky skin against my teeth and lips."
"Go ahead. Use your teeth on me a little. I'd fucking love it. Go on! Do it now, before I get so hot I start screaming and wake up the kids."
The man dropped his head once more, this time with his eyes and mouth wide open, zeroing in on the smooth, soft skin of Cleo's inner thighs.
Marna could hardly believe her eyes. This was the most exciting thing she had ever seen. She had heard plenty of stories from the other girls at school about what men and women did together, but the stories were nothing compared to this.
Mama's thighs tingled as she watched the stranger eat between her mother's outspread legs. Marna reached down into her pajamas until her trembling hand found her youthful, hairless cunt.
"Oh, God, God," Cleo groaned. "That hurts so nice. You know the way. Hard, bite hard! I want to have bruises there to remember you by."
As Marna stood peeking through the door and stroking her fingers into her moist twat, she saw the man's hands move up along the outsides of her mother's legs. He slid them up under her short skirt and did something with them that made Cleo yelp. "You like that, don't you? You like me to finger your cunt like that, don't you, baby?"
"Yes, oh Christ yes! It feels so fucking great! Keep on, keep on. Make me come with your fingers! Oh, play with me!"
Mama's mother fell back onto the bed, giving the man complete access to her pussy. He pushed her skirt up around her waist, and Marna could see that his big hands were rubbing all over Cleo's crotch, directly on the white fabric of her bikini panties. Quickly, the man grabbed the elastic band at the top of the panties. He gave a pull, but they would not come down.
"Lift up, Cleo. Come on, help me a little bit. I got to get these panties down and have a look at, your beautiful twat."
"And what if I say no?" Cleo asked mockingly. "Then you won't get fucked, that's all. It's as simple as that. I don't think you'll say no. Am I right?"
Cleo lifted her buttocks off the bed. Quickly, the eager man pulled the white panties down over her legs and off. He held them up and looked at them.
"Hey, I see you're already as hot as you said you were, you little bitch. Your panties are soaking wet."
"Did you think I was lying to you about how much you turn me on, Seth?"
"Naw. I'm just amazed that you leaked so much cunt-juice already. You didn't come did you, just from playing around a little?"
"Shit no. It takes more than a little licking on my legs to make me come."
"What does it take, Cleo? Tell me. Come on, I want to hear about it."
"You know what it takes, Seth. After all, like you said, you learned a lot in the Army."
The man lifted the crotch of the panties to his nose and inhaled deeply. He rubbed the flimsy panties against his face.
"Of course, I know, but I want to hear it from you, Cleo. Come on, tell me. What makes you come?"
"Lots of things. Sometimes I'm so hot all I have to do is brush my hand against my clit and I'm flooding like hell."
"Like this," the man said. He sat down on the bed beside Cleo and ran the palm of his hand over her pussy.
Marna stared at the fuzzy place on her mother's slim body. How she envied it. That hair was so sexy, so exciting. She wondered if her own bald twat would ever look like her mother's. Running her fingers over it now, she could detect the slightest bit of sparse hair beginning to form. Well at least that was something. Maybe someday she would have a bush like her mother's.
She watched as the man's blunt fingers combed through Cleo's pubic hair. His fingers probed, looking for something specific.
Mama's questing fingers found her own small clitoris. She grasped the erect bud between her fingertips and squeezed, new thrills of passion running through her body. She did her best to keep from moaning her pleasure aloud. With great effort, she managed to keep silent.
Cleo did not. As the male fingers found her hard, erect clit, she moaned aloud once more, her head tossing from side to side in delirious pleasure.
"Oh, Christ! Christ, how you can do it," she groaned. "Stop, stop, please stop!"
"Why should I? Don't you like my playing with your clit?" the man asked, continuing to run his fingers up and down the sex bud.
"Yes, yes, I fucking love it! But if you don't stop it right now, I'm gonna come. I'll shoot juice all down my legs like I do when I'm all by myself."
"What's wrong with that? I'd love to see you come."
"You damn fool, wouldn't you rather have me come with your fat cock stuffed up my twat? Wouldn't you? Huh?"
"Yeah, yeah, I would. You know I would."
"Then cut out diddling my clit, or I'll come and you'll never get it into me."
"Okay, I'd rather make you come with my cock anyway. You don't mind if I do something else though, do you?"
"What's that?"
"Just this," the man said, moving his hands up to the buttons of Cleo's blouse. "I want to feel your tits a little. Can I do that, or are you afraid that'll make you come too?"
"Don't make fun of me, you shit. I'd love you to play with my titties. You can suck them if you want to."
The man nodded, concentrating on opening Cleo's tight blouse. His fingers fumbled with the tiny buttons. Growing impatient, Cleo took over for him, and in seconds she had the blouse open. She sat up to slip it off, and Marna could see that her face was a mask of lust. Her mother's eyes sparkled with greedy passion.
Cleo fought for breath, trying vainly to calm her sexually-agitated body.
Cleo dropped the blouse onto the floor and then reached behind her back to unhook her bra.
"Do this for me, will you? It's so goddamn awkward. I hate having to wear a fucking bra."
"Then why do you?" the man asked, busily unhooking the bra strap. "A lot of women don't." "Well, I have to. You'll see. I've got the biggest, floppiest tits you've ever seen on a woman my age. If I didn't wear a bra, I'd probably break my back."
"Besides that, you'd probably drive my father crazy," the man laughed.
Mama wondered what he meant by that. What on earth could her mother have to do with this stranger's father?
"That wouldn't be hard to do," Cleo said. "I get the feeling he gets turned on pretty easily."
"Yeah, I guess he's been horny ever since Mother died. I mean he's always talking to me about how he wants to fuck some woman or other."
"Does he ever mention me?" "He has once or twice." "What did he say about me?"
"Look, did you bring me home to play with you or talk about my father?"
"You don't have to get nasty about it. I was just wondering what he said about me, that's all. Besides, you brought it up."
Cleo slipped the bra straps off her shoulders and removed the skimpy garment.
Marna was overwhelmed with the sight of her mother's tits. They were huge, the size of melons. The teenager compared them to her own small breasts. Cleo's tits were immense. The nipples were in perfect proportion. Brownish pink in color, they stuck out from the ends of the jugs, looking like big tongue tips, stiff and erect with excitement.
"God, my God, your tits are beautiful. Christ, what a pair of beauties!"
The man's palms cupped under the jutting tits. He squeezed the undersides, eyeing them hungrily as he jounced them up and down. He licked his lips.
"You like those, do you?" Cleo purred, her voice barely audible.
"Yeah, yeah, I love your tits. They're just beautiful," the man mumbled, sounding as if he were hypnotized.
He touched the erect nipples, and Marna saw her mother shiver with excitement under the man's caress. He took the nipples between his big fingers and pinched them.
"Ouch!" Cleo squealed.
"Sorry. Did I hurt you?"
"Hell no. It feels good, great! Don't stop! Keep playing with my tits as long as you want to. I love it when you do that."
Marna fingered her own small breasts. She stood there in the hallway, wishing she had three hands. It was almost painful for her to take her hands away from her dripping cunny. At the same time, she simply had to play with her tits. They were itching for her touch.
She wished suddenly that she could be in her mother's place, having the man play with and pinch her tits. Her hands felt good on her tits, kneading and exciting them, but she could imagine that someone else's hands would feel all the better. Someday she would be free like Cleo, with no one to hold her back, and then she would have lovers of her own, as many as she could entice into her bed.
"Don't you want to suck them a little bit?" Cleo asked, her voice breathless with passion. "Don't you want to suck on them like you were a baby?"
"Yeah, I want that. I want to eat your tits."
"Then go ahead," Cleo said, arching her back to make her tits stand out even farther.
The man leaned forward, his mouth wide open. With a moan, he closed his hot mouth over the woman's nipple.
Marna could see that he held only the tip of it between his lips. He sucked them gently, pulling at the hard, sensitive flesh.
Cleo groaned. "Yes, yes, that's the way! Start nice and easy. I love that. Now use your tongue a little, right on the end. Oh, yes, that's the way! That's what I like!"
Taking the man's head in her hands, Cleo lay back on the bed once more, pulling him with her and keeping his mouth against her nipple. She spread her legs again, and Marna could see her gaping twat. Drops of cunt-juice dotted the lush bush, shining like bits of dew.
Marna turned her attention back to the man. He was straining, working, trying to get as much of Cleo's huge tit into his mouth as he possibly could.
"Oh, yeah, that's it! That's the way to eat it up, baby. Take it all, all of my big tit. Take it in'your mouth and run your fucking sweet tongue over it! Wash it down with your hot spit, honey. Eat it all up!"
The man got to his knees. Letting one tit slip from his mouth, he bent over Cleo's outstretched body to take the other.
As his body lifted from the bed, Marna could tell that something was tenting out the fabric of the slacks. She knew how men were built. She had seen her brother Mark in the shower enough times to know what guys had hanging between their legs. This man must be huge, at least by the way the bulge in his pants looked to her at the moment.
As the man dropped to her swollen nipple, Cleo apparently spotted his burgeoning hard-on. She reached out and grabbed it, clutching it greedily in her hand.
"Well, well, there it is. Hey, you got a big cock, don't you?"
The man grunted in reply. He was too busy sucking Cleo's tit to answer her playful dirty talk. She continued to play with the big cock-lump through the fabric of the pants, running her hand all over his prick.
At the same time, the man put his hand between Cleo's legs. Gently, he cupped her hairy cunt.
"Oh, baby, oh yes!" she hissed, her teeth clenched with passion. "Finger-fuck me good. Get me ready to take this big prick up my snatch. I'm going to have it if it rips me wide open. You're going to shoot the biggest load ever, baby! I can feel how throbbing hard that cock of yours is right now. I just know you're going to fire a gallon of your hot, sticky gism clear up my twat!"
The man's finger snaked its way in between the fleshy lips of the woman's cunt.
As she watched, Marna moved a hand back to her own dripping slit once more. Imitating the man's movement, she slipped her middle finger deep into her trembling cunt.
"Oh, yeah, that's right! Finger-fuck me, Seth. Finger-fuck me and suck my tittie all at the same time. Christ, I'm so turned on. I feel like I'm going to blow up! I'm so fucking hot!"
Without lifting his head from the melon-shaped tit he was sucking, the stranger inserted a second finger into Cleo's twat.
In the hallway, Marna did the same thing. She found that the second finger hurt, stretching her cunt as she pushed it in. As the finger squeezed in beside the first, the girl" felt cunt-juice dripping from her stretched crack. Soon, her cunt felt full and warm. Marna could smell the odor of her turned-on cunt.
"Take your clothes off now," Cleo ordered. The sound of her voice was almost a growl.
The man raised his head and looked into her lust-twisted face. "What? What did you say?"
"I said, get out of your fucking clothes and right now! Understand?" "Yes, I understand."
Marna could not understand her mother talking 'In that tone of voice. She sounded exactly as she did when she was angry at her or Mark, ordering them to stop arguing, to go to bed because it was getting late, or something of the sort. It didn't seem right that she should talk to this handsome man that way, especially when he was obviously making her feel so good.
Without another word, the man got up and stood beside the bed.
"Christ," Cleo growled. "You look like you got a big cock. Show it to me. I want to see it, and then I want the fucker shoved into my box!"
"God, I love to hear a woman talk like that. Keep it up, and I'm gonna come in my pants. Will you suck it for me if I show it to you?"
"Maybe, but just a little bit. I don't want to take a chance on your shooting your hot wad before you get that prick up my twat."
As Marna watched, holding her breath in anticipation, the man unbuckled his wide, leather belt. The way his pants were bulged out, she was certain that his prick would be huge. She wondered what his balls would look like. Would they be in a smooth sac like Mark's or would it be hairy?
The man unsnapped the top of his slacks and reached for the zipper slide.
"No, let me do it!" Cleo demanded.
Mama's mother sat up and reached for the fly. Her expert fingers located it, and she slid it down quickly. She pulled the pants downward. They fell into a heap around the man's ankles.
He was not wearing underwear, and Marna could see the circumcised head of his prick and half the shaft sticking straight out between his shirt tails. His cock was huge, thick and long. The shiny head flared dramatically at the tip, angry red in color. The deep piss slit was crowned by a glinting drop of clear fluid. The shaft looked as hard as steel. It jerked in rhythm with the man's excited heartbeat.
Marna watched with eyes wide. She wondered how that huge thing would feel sliding its way into her girlish twat. She could imagine that cock nosing its way into her cunt, demanding and claiming her virginity, making her scream with pain and bleed with pleasure.
When some man took her, Marna wanted his cock to be as big as that one. She wanted to know she had been fucked. Her fingers moved rapidly in and out of her cunt-slit, and her breathing became harsh.
She wanted to hold off coming as long as she could, to assure herself full enjoyment of the scene she was witnessing, but she could not control her hands. It was as if they belonged to someone else. She felt that they belonged to the man who was about to fuck her mother. She wished that they were his, and that his big, blunt fingers were probing into her pussy at this very moment, preparing the way for that huge, jerking prick he was now stroking gently.
"Take your shirt off now," Cleo ordered.
The man slowly unbuttoned the shirt, exposing more and more of his broad, hairy chest.
Cleo got rid of the short skirt that she had hiked up around her waist. She unzipped it, then slid it down over her long legs, throwing it on the floor. She lay there naked, her long fingers playing up and down her legs.
"Christ, Jesus, I just can't wait to have that big prick of yours plugged into me. Hurry it up! I'm so horny I can hardly stand it. I feel like I got to come and piss and shit all at the same time. I'm on fire, and that big cock of yours is the only thing that's going to put it out!"
Through all the time she had been spying on the couple, Marna had been amazed at the way her mother was talking.
Cleo Thompson usually came across as such a complete lady. As far as Marna had known, her mother would shrivel up and die before she would say anything more forceful than damn. Now she was saying every foul and lewd thing Marna had ever heard whispered in the girls' locker room at school. The shock of hearing her mother talk like that was adding to Mama's excitement.
Cleo's language apparently excited the stranger as much as it did Marna. In seconds, he stood beside the bed completely nude.
To Marna, he was the most beautifully-formed creature on earth. He was tall, and every inch of his body was well-toned muscle. His shoulders were broad and his chest was covered with black hair.
Most impressive of all, however, was his huge cock. It jutted ten inches in front of his body and was crowned with a thick bush of pubic curls. Under the long, thick prick swung a huge pair of balls.
They looked to Marna as if she couldn't cup them in her hands, they were so big. She certainly wanted to try. The sac was wrinkled and hairy, hanging very low and strained with its heavy load of nuts.
"My God, you're beautiful," Cleo said.
"That's a strange thing to say."
"Why? You are."
"Oh, it's just that no woman ever said that to me before, I guess."
"Well, get used to it. I say what I mean, and you're beautiful, especially that big prick of yours."
"How about sucking it a little bit?" the man asked in a low, tight voice. "I'd like to feel your hot lips around my prick."
"How about my hot cuntlips? Mine are quivering for you."
"In a little while. Right now I want to get sucked a little."
The man held his prick, offering it to Cleo.
The slim woman licked her lips as she stared at his cock, her eyes glazed with passion.
"Sure," she mumbled. "Sure I'll suck it. Will you eat me out at the same time?"
The man leaped onto the bed, placing one knee on each side of Cleo's head. He dropped his head directly into her crotch, and Mama saw his long, red tongue snake into her mother's crack.
Cleo moaned deeply as the wet tongue moved up and down the length of her long cunt. Raising her eager head, she capped the shining head of the thick prick with her lips, then she slowly pulled the shaft into her eager throat.
Now it was the man's turn to groan, making animal grunts in response to the hot flesh surrounding his cock, while he continued to lick and suck at the fresh cunt-meat.
Mama's cunt was leaking freely now, soaking her fingers with fresh, cunt-juice. She had never in her life been so excited as she was at this moment. Marna watched her mother and the strange man making love in the sixty-nine position. The man was digging his tongue so deeply into Cleo's twat, burrowing in between the quivering walls, that Marna imagined his whole head being swallowed up by it.
As for the giant prick, almost all of his cock had slipped down Cleo's throat. Marna could see her mother's throat expanding and contracting as she sought to suck the very life out of his cock.
The man raised his head. His face was shiny and soaking with Cleo's cunt-juice.
"Goddamn it, I got to come. If you don't stop sucking like that, I will. You gotta stop if you want me to fuck you. You're milking the cum right out of me!" *
Cleo let the hard prick slip from her mouth.
His cock was harder and thicker than ever, and Mama's body trembled at the sight of it. His prick was wet and shining from her mother's spit.
The man turned around so that his face was above Cleo's. Smiling down at her passion-crazed face, he asked, "Are you ready for it now, baby? Is your twat just aching to have my meat shoved up it?"
"Yes, fuck, yes. Do it! Fuck me so hard I'll scream! I want to know you're in there. Make it hard. Shove it all the way into me!"
The stranger grabbed his throbbing prick. He aimed it between the woman's legs, finding her soaking crack with the flaring head of his cock. When he was certain the end of his prick was nosing its way between the gaping lips, he shoved forward suddenly.
Cleo cried out as half the* long shaft plunged into her dripping twat.
"Oh, Christ, you feel so strong! You feel so good in me! Give me all of it! Give me every hard inch, you fucker!"
"Yeah, take it, you bitch! Take it! I'm going to nail you to the bed! I'm going to break through your guts and make it come out your asshole! Do you want that?"
"Yes, yes. Anything! Just give me all your cock! I want it all, and right now. Fuck me, baby! Fuck me."
. The woman threw her legs over the stranger's strong back. She locked her ankles over his trim ass and pulled him into her cunt, demanding all the cock he had to give.
"Baby, eat me up! Eat me with your tight cunt! Swallow all my prick! Yeah, that's it!" The man bucked his hips into Cleo's groin.
Marna stared in excited disbelief.
So this was what fucking was all about. She had tried to imagine what it would be like so many times. Never had she imagined the true animalism and complete release of passion she was witnessing at this moment.
She was frightened that this powerful man, rutting and grunting, was hurting her mother, and yet, her mother continued to force him into her cunt, pulling with her feet and legs, hoping to pull his entire body inside her gaping cunt.
As she watched, the teenager wished nothing more than that she could be in her mother's position, having that long, thick cock spearing into her. She watched the two sweating bodies twisting together, she knew that she had to find a way to open the doors to her own sex as soon as possible.
Cleo put her arms around the man's neck. She pulled his head down to hers and began sucking and licking her own cunt-juice off his face. The loud sounds of her greedy sucking, mixed with the harsh slapping of the two overheated bodies against each other, heightened the sexual excitement of the whole scene.
Mama's wet fingers flew in and out of her dripping cunt. She gasped for air. She was no longer afraid that the couple on the bed would hear her. They were making so much noise now in the throes of their fucking that there was no way they would ever hear her.
Marna had to get fucked! She knew that. If only it were she on that bed right now instead of her mother. She longed to have the stranger shove his meat in and out of her.
"Christ, baby," the man moaned. "I'm coming, I'm fucking coming, baby! Get ready to take my load. Here it comes!"
"Yes, yes. Give it to me! Give me all your hot jizz, Seth! I'm ready for it! I'm hot for it! Squirt it into me, man! I'm coming too! Right now, now, now!"
Cleo's legs flew wide apart, flailing high in the air. She pulled the man's face to hers once more, and their wet mouths smashed together. Their hips and buttocks heaved high off the bed. Their excited moans filled the air.
"Oh, God, I can feel it, Seth! I can feel your hot jism pouring into my cunt! I can feel it way up in my belly!" Cleo screamed, tossing her head from side to side.
"Yeah, baby! Take it all!"
Cleo groaned, her hot cunt-juice running out of her and bathing the man's prick and balls with sticky cunt-cream.
As her mother climaxed, so did Mama. Her cunt-fluids gushed into her hands. Her knees sagged. Lights flashed before her eyes. Nothing had ever felt like this before in all her young life.
For a blinding moment, it was almost as if she were with them on the bed, brought to completion in some magical way by both her mother and the stranger's efforts.
Wiping her drenched hands on her robe, Marna staggered back to her room, her mind racing. She had to find a way to fuck with a man, a man like Seth, the handsome stranger. If she didn't have a cock like his stuffed into her soon, she felt she might die.
Somehow, though, the opportunity would present itself. Of that, she was sure.