Chapter 5
Lucy wasted no time in bringing Ken up to date on the full substance of her extended conversation with Ann. He looked amazed at first, once she had begun giving him the more intimate details about what she had learned, but then he broke into a broad grin and nodded approvingly.
"Yeah, that's good," he said. "I've always been afraid that Ann might have some kind of hang-up about sex and that stuff. You know, some kind of guilt feeling about her mother? I'm glad that she's starting to come around."
"She isn't going to come too far," Lucy warned her husband. "I've got a strong feeling that it'll be a long time before she's ready to give in and get herself fucked, or anything like that. But she knows that she's got some dynamite between those legs of hers and she's beginning to experiment with it. Really, I think she's going to be all right."
Ken was also highly enthusiastic about joining Lucy in spying on Dave and Ann. Lucy explained everything to him and suggested that he join her in their voyeuristic expedition, a suggestion which he heartily seconded. Ann knew that he had always had a strong interest in watching sexual action-it was not because of a mere whim that their bedroom was so plentifully supplied with mirrors!-and she felt sure that their spying might result in some delightful sexual play for themselves. As soon as they saw Ann and Dave heading away from the cabin, therefore, they exerted themselves to get up to the vantage point chosen earlier.
"They're not wasting any time," Lucy said as they slipped under some bushes and settled down to look into the clearing. "But that's the way it is when you're that young, you want to get it all at once!"
"Yeah, that Davey's a horny little rascal," Ken said, adjusting the binoculars he had brought along. "Already got his pants down!"
He passed the binoculars over to Lucy and reached into a pocket for a monocular he had also brought. Lucy made a minute adjustment in the glasses and then settled down to watch. They were about forty yards away from the young couple, close enough to see them. They had brought the field glasses along simply in order to observe the sexual play in as much detail as possible.
At once Lucy felt a thrill of savage sexual stimulation pulse through her mature, womanly cunt. She had known, naturally, that her stepson was well endowed in the sexual line, but she had never suspected that he would have such a lovely, fantastically intriguing cock. A lifelong devotee of large, plump tools, she invariably felt a flutter of anticipation between her thighs when she saw an exceptionally well hung male. The sight of Dave's big prick, iron hard and dark with passionate arousal, sent a perfect storm of sensual arousal coursing outward from the hairy, moist lips of her pussy.
"God, he's hung!" she whispered, licking her lips with delight. "It's certainly easy to see that he's your son!"
"By God, he's got a tool on him," Ken agreed. "And you know something? That Ann's got quite a little ass on her, too!"
Although they could not see the young girl as clearly, since she had her back to them and had leaned against the boulder, Lucy and Ken had seen enough to know that the twelve-year-old did indeed have a most delectably curved rear end. Lucy was by no means immune to the charms of a lusciously shaped female body, though she had never had any desire for lesbian lovemaking, but she concentrated her attention upon Dave. The field glasses gave her as close a view as she could have wanted and she was able to pick up every detail of the proceedings.
She involuntarily clenched her thighs together when she watched him peel the foreskin off the head of his cock. As the big, flaring head, purple with lusty arousal, emerged from the ivory sheath covering it, Lucy felt her cunt throb with unusual power and began emitting a steady flow of that hot, slippery oil it always produced when she was becoming sexually excited. Squeezing her thighs forced the flesh of her pussy together, almost as if a hand had been swept over that painfully tender slit, and she gasped softly as the pleasure mounted within her loins.
"Yeah, it's a turn on," Ken said, hearing her response and warming to it. He reached over with one hand to squeeze her buttocks, a type of caress which also had devastating effects upon her. "I can tell right now that this is going to be great stuff! I hope that pussy of yours is getting juicy, because I've got something I'm going to want to stick up it pretty soon!"
"If you don't stick that certain something up it pretty soon," she told him, "I'm going to find me a stump and crawl onto it! God, I need a fuck! All day yesterday and this morning too, I haven't been able to think of anything but the way that lovely cock of yours stretches out my cunt! Mmmmm, darling, I wish you had four or five cocks right now; I'd love to have you fucking me everywhere at once! As long as I could keep on watching this, of course!"
"Yeah, as soon as they get through we'll get it on," he promised, working his hand between her thighs and forcing his fingers up against her pussy. Even through the tough, thick material of her jeans, Lucy's pussy felt moist and warm to his touch. She writhed against him hungrily, rubbing herself against his hand. "And you're up for that, aren't you? Yeah, I can feel how hot you are! Baby, we'll have ourselves a fucking session that just won't quit!"
Ken's words excited her ferociously. Lucy had always found it erotically stimulating in the extreme to be told such things, preferably in the bawdiest possible language. But she derived the greater excitement from watching her stepson caress and fondle his bulging, lust-stiffened cock. Sexual action of any sort invariably aroused her deeply, but seeing it worked especially quick and drastic changes in the temperature of her cunt. The sight of Dave's big prick, so vibrantly stiff and full of lusty fervor, set off sympathetic tingles of libidinous hunger in her clitoris and then spread over her entire body.
Her nipples, always large and highly sensitive to any kind of stimulus, began swelling and throbbing inside her bra. Lucy, a buxom woman with a beautifully shaped pair of breasts, purposely wore tight brassieres. The slight constriction seemed to give her a dash of sexual pleasure. As her nipples hardened into dark knots almost as large as her thumb, she could feel them pressing against the bra cups.
"God, you're making me so fucking hot!" she gasped, squeezing her thighs together and grinding her pussy against Ken's questing fingers. "I don't know if I can wait till they get through or not! Ohhh, baby, I feel like I've never had a piece of ass before!"
"How about if we make it while we watch?" he suggested, as ready as ever to contribute to her greater sexual enjoyment. "You could lie right there and watch it all while I slip it into you from the rear. How'd that be, huh? Some kind of a turn on, right?"
"You know it would be!" she hissed. "Go ahead, do it to me! Fuck me while I watch them! Ohhh, I love to see a guy jacking off!"
She lifted her hips off the pine needles covering the earth and allowed her husband to unfasten her jeans, then pull them down her thighs and off her legs. She never removed her eyes from the scene being played out in front of her. For all that, she was highly aware of what Ken was doing and, when he nestled over her and slipped his swollen cock between the tops of her thighs, she lifted herself enough to facilitate the big tool's entry into her cunt.
"Ohh, baby, are you ever turned on!" Ken muttered as he brushed the head of his prick against the juicy, swollen lips of her pussy before pressing the massive organ between them. "Yeah, that pussy of yours is as hot as it's ever been! Mmmmmm, it's like it was shooting out flame right now!"
"God, don't tease me with it," she panted, lurching back slightly, as if to spear herself upon the prong nibbling at the mouth of her cunt. "Let me have it! I want to feel it going up my cunt! I want to feel your cock fucking the life out of me!"
Ken had no intention of giving in to that request, even though it had been delivered in the most touching of voices and gave every indication of being as sincere as any demand she had ever made on him. He knew her too well for that; he had long ago learned that she responded most ardently when teased and tormented over a long period of time. The longer he could keep his wife in that state of voracious hunger, the more determinedly she would fuck back at him when finally he began thrusting his prick into her in earnest.
Accordingly, he held back and contented himself with rubbing the brutally shaped head of his prick against the warm lips of her pussy. He had peeled back the foreskin, allowing her hothouse warmth to work directly upon the purple, satiny tip of his cock. He pushed the head down, angling it to force it against her rigid clitoris. She gasped out a strangled oath of lewd delight and lurched back at him with more strength. Again he pulled away, giving her only a fleeting sample of the feel of his cock against the mouth of her cunt. He pulled the big rod upward and rubbed the head, now moist and slippery with her sensual ointment, against the tightly puckered rim of her ass-hole. No stranger to anal lovemaking, Lucy gave another frantic twist of her body when she felt the different stimulus she received from that abandoned gesture.
"Omigod, my ass is on fire!" she whimpered. "Oooohh, fuck me in the ass! Fuck it right up my ass-hole and I'll cum all over myself! Ohhh, Ken, let me have your cock. Let me have it wherever you want and I'll cum forever!"
"Later, baby, later. You know how I like it. We'll get there soon enough. And then you'll be able to feel it going all the way in. Maybe I'll turn you around and shove it down your throat. How'd you like to have a load of hot cum splashing over your mouth right now? Think that might make you want some fucking action a little more?"
Lucy groaned, a sound of desperate hunger, and writhed piteously. She had never been able to decide which part of her body responded best to the plunging, punishing, penetrating presence of a cock, though this was not because she had not experimented with every possibility. Ken himself had fucked her in every manner they could devise-and their ribald ingenuity left very few possibilities untapped. But she still could not settle upon a single style as her all-time favorite. They were quite happy to take whatever approach suited them at the moment and to devote any additional time to working out whatever novelty might have occurred to them in the meantime.
"Yeah, if I stay turned on long enough I'll be able to cum twice as much," Ken muttered, knowing exactly the effect his words would have on her. "Yeah, if we put it off a while longer, then I'll be able to shoot cum so far up your cunt you'll think it's going right into your throat! Hold off a while, baby, and let me shoot a real load in your hole!"
If there was anything Lucy loved better than feeling a man cum inside her body-whatever opening the man happened to be using at the moment-it was the sensation of having a man ejaculate with special vigor and profusion. The more sperm he shot into her body and the more violently he did so, the more she loved it and she had never been able to hide her pleasure in the fact. Ken knew this and he knew that the statement would force her into a delicious dilemma: Should she continue begging him to fuck her now? Or would it be better to grit her teeth and hold off until later, when he would be able to discharge his pent-up lusts into her flesh with even more telling power?
"Ohhh, you bastard, you utter bastard!" she whimpered. "You know I want it both ways! Do it with your finger! Fingerfuck me a little, just let me cum!"
Ken hesitated a moment before agreeing. Had he not done so, he suspected, Lucy might well have become so vociferous in her demands that she would have disturbed the couple in the clearing below them and that he did not want that under any circumstances. She was entirely capable of doing just that, though unwillingly. There were times when the sexual desire swept over her body with such unreasoning power that she became like a person possessed by demons. Ken respected that quality in her-and it was for that reason that he pulled back and reached down between her thighs with his right hand.
Lucy was watching Dave work his fist up and down the rigid, sturdy shaft of his cock when she felt her husband's fingers prying the lips of her pussy apart. He inserted the middle and ring fingers of his right hand, working them easily into the slippery rim of her cunt. Lucy gasped out in ecstatic approval when she felt his fingers penetrating and dilating that ultra-tender orifice. He worked easily but surely and soon had his fingers buried deep in her flesh. He used the remaining fingers skillfully, kneading the outer lips of her pussy against his inner fingers and delivering an extra measure of sensual pleasure to his wife's cunt. She shuddered weakly and then began weaving her hips back and forth in an especially suggestive manner, literally fucking herself against his hand. She knew exactly how to move to derive the maximum amount of sexual excitement from his hand and she did so with computer-like efficiency.
"Unngghh! Ahhhhh!" she groaned, luxuriating in the delirious joy of his fingers. "God, that feels almost as good as a cock!"
Despite the absurd amount of pleasure she felt in the way Ken was fingerfucking her, Lucy never removed her eyes from the binoculars held to her face. She watched every detail of Dave's continued action, her heart registering especially hard thumps when she saw him increase his tempo and begin masturbating more purposefully. The size and beauty of his cock overwhelmed her and without even thinking about it she began imagining the unique thrill of having her lips around that big tool, of having it shoved into her mouth and far down her throat until his adolescent balls coughed up their load of creamy cum in a volcanic eruption of lusty excess.
What the hell, he's not really my son, she told herself as she imagined the feel of his young prick against her tongue. I mean, it wouldn't be all that bad, would it? And God, is he ever hung! To be only thirteen and to have a dong the size of that one, that's something! And those nuts of his! They look like they could hold a quart or two of cum, easy. Oh, if only he could let me have that load! I'd suck him forever to feel him shooting all that lovely cream down my throat, I really would! Or maybe up my ass? I'll bet he's never fucked a woman in the ass before. Maybe that's really turn him on, shoving it up the back door! Or even in my cunt; that way I could get all of it right where I could feel it best! Ohhh, Lord, it's driving me crazy, just watching him!
Lucy's cunt burst forth with a howl of sensual agony at almost the exact moment that Dave's prick began spurting its flood of cum over Ann's lithe young body. She caught the glint of the first jets of steaming sperm in the brilliant morning sunlight and her clitoris answered with a twang of erotic delight at the sight. It was almost as though the youth were spurting his cum onto her, rather than Ann, she later decided. The strong binoculars had the effect of bringing her directly in front of him.
"Ahhhhh! Omigod, you're jerking the cum out of me!" she wheezed, gripping at her husband's hand with her thighs and bucking up against his fingers with short, jerky motions of her hips. "Fuck me, Ken, fuck me down!"
"Work it out," he grated, almost snarling as the intensity of her emotion caught him in its storm too. "Yeah, let that cunt have all it wants!"
The incredibly strong vaginal contractions brought on by the flood of orgasmic feeling caused the rim of Lucy's cunt to snap and grab at his fingers with surprising force, a manifestation of her special degree of arousal. Ken, no amateur in the sexual field, had never known a woman whose cunt possessed the amazing power and agility of Lucy's. As he invariably said, she could do things with her cunt that many women could not do with their mouths.
Heaving and grinding as her womb dissolved into powerful spasms of ecstatic delight, Lucy lost sight of her stepchildren for a moment or two. The heavy thuds of orgiastic excess robbed her eyes of their ability to focus and she could see nothing for a time. Bowing her head, she surrendered to the waves of delicious agony coursing outward from her throbbing cunt. Again and again the inordinately inflamed tunnel pulsed, each contraction releasing another thrilling burst of sexual pleasure.
When she finally recovered her equilibrium, or enough of it to be able to see clearly, the scene being played out in the clearing below had changed considerably. Being so far away, she naturally could not hear what was happening, but it appeared that Dave and Ann were having an argument. The youth's cock had lost much of its former stiffness, making it droop down at half-mast, and that surprised Lucy. She knew that a lad of Dave's age should be able to maintain an erection for a long time, notwithstanding the fury of his first orgasm.
"What are they doing?" she asked frantically.
"Aren't they going to keep on? What's wrong with them?"
"I don't know, looks like they're bitching away at each other," Ken replied. "Oh, what the hell, they'll work it out. What about us? Come on, honey, let's get ourselves a real piece of ass while they're making up their minds what to do. I've got a hard-on that won't quit for a while, I can promise you that!"