Chapter 2
Fred entered the house like he expected to find it booby-trapped. He checked first on his son Jimmy and found the boy sleeping peacefully in his crib. Next he moved stealthily to the den and observed the teen-age baby-sitter as she feigned sleep in front of the television set. He had always suspected that his father-in-law was a dirty old man and he had secretly feared that he would find the lovely young girl raped and bleeding on the floor. Then, under the pretext of going to the bathroom, he moved down the hall and listened at the old man's door. He heard him snoring away peacefully. Drunk again, Fred figured. At least it was better than the fears that had been gnawing away at the back of his mind all evening. There would be many of these nighttime meetings with the heads of his company in the weeks ahead. These were difficult times in his career, with company politics running rampant. He had a bellyful of worries at the office without having to think of potential problems at home. Ever since George had come to live with them he had regarded his wife's father as a trouble spot in the background. He was a lecherous old son-of-a-bitch who loomed on the horizon like a keg of dynamite in this otherwise-peaceful and well-adjusted community. Perhaps he had been unfair to the old bastard. He had never voiced his fears to Alice but ever since the old guy had arrived Fred had felt that the sword of Damocles was hanging over his head by a thread.
He paid the baby-sitter and stood on the porch until she was safely inside her house next door. He didn't suspect that any harm that might befall her on the way home would be an anti-climax to what she had already experienced this fateful evening. Perhaps a hot shower would calm his uneasy nerves and emotions. Fred hated company politics, but realized that this phenomenon had become an integral part of American business. In order to survive, one had to play the game. Even more, he objected to the way the employers demanded that he give up his own time, without compensation, to attend meetings and listen to lectures that could just as well be conducted on company time. More than anything at the moment, Fred Hughes wished that he were sufficiently affluent to tell those arrogant Eastern bigwigs from his company to go piss up a rope. Since he wasn't, he settled for a long hot shower and a sleeping pill. When he crawled into bed Alice was already sound asleep-or pretending to be. Once more he would have to rely upon just the pill to unwind him enough for sleep. He never used to have to take pills, but ever since his wife's father had moved in with them their sex life had gone to hell in a basket. Alice was so afraid that dear old dad would hear the telltale squeaking of the bed springs that the only time he would get a fuck now was when he would get in at night ahead of old George, and then they felt like they were doing something sinful. That old man had surely fucked up his happy home life.
Three nights later Fred and Alice went to another meeting. George announced that he was going to a double-feature space-travel movie with a couple of the boys and wouldn't be in until late. They called Betty to baby-sit. George left before the girl arrived. Tonight he didn't go near the Barrel Inn. Instead, he hid in the shadows a half a block away until his daughter and her husband drove past. Then he rushed back to the house, and to the eagerly waiting Betty.
The girl was bent over tuning the television set when George came into the room. Walking up behind her he reached around and cupped his hands over her full firm tits, rather than on her eyes, as he asked, "Guess who?"
Betty wiggled her rump back until she was rubbing her buttocks along the sides of his limp cock. "It feels like my man, George," she said giggling.
They had no patience with preliminaries tonight. It appeared to be a race to see whether he could get her tits out in the open before she had extracted his cock and balls from his pants. The mutual massaging that followed spoke more eloquently than words of their great need for each other's bodies. As soon as she had stroked him to a strong hard-on, she led him, by this handle, to a large leather club chair and urged him down into it as she dropped to her knees between his legs. Her soft cool tits hung down, grazing against his hard hot cock in a way that made it twitch and jerk at the tender contact. Slowly, she traced first one nipple and then the other up and down and around his throbbing shaft and then down further to tickle his hairy balls. When the clear fluid began to ooze from the slit of his glans, she rubbed it off onto her nipples. When they were both amply coated she raised her chest up to his face and he eagerly licked and sucked the heavy crystal juice from them as her nipples grew and stiffened' in his mouth.
His tortured swollen cock was shuddering now like tall corn in a windstorm. Betty pressed her tits together encircling the burning hard flesh with the gentle cool caress of her mammaries and then stroked it slowly up and down as she discovered the delights of tit-fucking. Then, in a sudden playful mood, she pulled up so that her large pendulous breasts hung down one on each side of his throbbing shaft, which was drooling profusely now. Swinging her shoulders, she made her tits move from side to side like twin pendulums, slapping his roaring hard-on back and forth between them like a shuttlecock in some fleshy badminton game. Just when George felt that he couldn't stand the delightful torture for another moment, she swooped down on him like a dive bomber taking his throbbing prick, balls-deep, in the cool damp confines of her mouth in a single rapid stroke that almost made him blow his balls right then and there. She began rapid rhythmic strokes up and down the full length of his trembling cock while her tender lips and ever-active tongue drove him right up the walls and across the ceiling. Tonight she was sucking cock like a sword swallower's daughter. She displayed a lot of talent for just her second effort. Obviously, she had been giving the gentle art a lot of mental practice since their first experience the other night. He knew from the way that she was going after it that there would be no need to hold her head down on it when he was ready to blast his jism into her mouth. Her cool finger tips began to stroke and caress his balls tenderly, encouraging them to offer up their contents to an appreciative pubic pilgrim. She was making little moaning sounds through her nostrils now as though begging him to reward her efforts with the liquid pearls of his manhood. Her lips and tongue and throat were all making tender demands upon his tortured turgid cock until it could resist them no longer.
George felt it start in the soles of his feet and come blasting up his thighs with the force of a skyrocket. Cymbals crashed, cannon boomed and a million colored lights exploded in his brain as the powerful flood shot up the length of his swollen cock and gushered out into her pumping mouth and throat like a new oil well blowing in. Blast after blast of the starchy white jism exploded into her oral cavity as she swallowed voraciously as though it were the very elixir of her life. Betty was one of those girls whose very first taste of male love cream had engendered a lifetime addiction to its exotic flavor and bouquet. In explaining it to one of her friends later Betty said, "I discovered that I'm just a natural born cocksucker and I'm very happy with the discovery."
Only when he had shrunk down to a spent nubbin did Betty release his thoroughly drained prick from its oral imprisonment. When she moved up to ask him how she had done, George could smell his cum on her breath. He hoped that this bad-smelling breath would wear off before she breathed on either Fred or Alice. But then, they were such squares that they probably wouldn't recognize the odor, anyway.
George had in mind that they would change places now so that he could go down on her but Betty was too impatient to feel his tongue in her juicy gash to waste time on switching positions. As she got up from the floor she pulled her skirt and panties down together and stepped out of them. Then she braced her knees on the padded arms of the chair and her hands on the back and pressed her crotch right up to the older man's face. George cupped her firm young buttocks and pulled her close.
George inhaled deeply of the nice womanly fragrance of warm pussy which he found not in the least bit distasteful. The erotic bouquet of a clean young cunt is the most aphrodisiac of all exotic perfumes. He had always regarded it as one of the major crimes of nature that, as women aged, their body chemistry changed and all too many of them developed that fish-market smell in their crotches that even the highly advertised "personal deodorants" couldn't quite get rid of. He had lived through this unhappy phase of the aging process with his own wife. In spite of all of the douches and preparations and sprays she had bought and the sincere efforts she had devoted to maintaining intimate daintiness, she had developed such a severe case of internal B.O. that he had been forced to abandon all efforts to go down on her and eat her pussy when she had reached her mid thirties. It had always been a source of deep regret and frustration to him since George thoroughly enjoyed cunt lapping. Now, after years of forced abstinence, he was doubly appreciative of the pleasant personal perfume of the tender young grocket that was pressed up close to his nose and mouth. For long moments, he contented himself just nuzzling in her hairy mound of Venus and inhaling deeply the fresh feminine fragrance of her sex center. His thoughtful appreciation of one of the many blessings of youth was cut short when she asked, a trifle impatiently. "Are you just going to sniff at it like a dog all night, or are you going to eat it?"
"Sorry, my dear. It's just that I am a grocket gourmet and any gourmet will tell you that it is highly improper to charge right in and scarf up the entree without first savoring the appetizer," he explained.
"Okay," she said smiling, pleased with the comparison, "but just don't spend so much time enjoying your soup and salad that you let the meat and potatoes get cold."
"What do you want me to do to you, Betty?" he asked, needlessly, "Say it. I want to hear you say the words. I want to hear you ask me to do it to you."
She began to breathe heavily as the sound of the words raised her own level of anticipation just as they did his: "I want you to suck my cunt. I want to feel your tongue tickle my little clit and slid? into my cuntlips and lick out all of the honey, want you to suck my little hot panic button into your mouth and lick and chew on it until I come, until I can't cum any more. Oh my God, George just talking about it makes me so hot I'm about to cum before your lips reach mine. Suck my pussy, daddy. Do it right now. Suck it out dry, like I did your big cock. Pleeeeeease suuuuck meeee!"
George used his hands to open up wide the young girl's hot cunt and then he ran his tongue up and down the length of her soft moist slit. He went around and around the oval track of damp crimson tissue between the outer and inner lips, then drove his tongue as deeply as he could into the velvet quim while she trembled and moaned in erotic delight. When he paused to catch his breath, she dipped the fingers of both hands into her juicy tunnel and spread it as wide open as she could. The lights were fully on in the room and he peered up at the very insides of her womanhood. It was like a lovely crystal cave of rose-colored quartz. Then he dove back down on it to let his tongue and lips feast on the delicious beauty his eyes had just be held. He ran his hands up lightly through the furry triangle of her pubic mound and across the ivory smoothness of her stomach until he cupped those lovely big tits in his hands and squeezed them and tormented the tight swollen raspberry-colored thimbles of her hardened nipples as he pulled his tongue from the creamy tunnel of her cunt and flicked it about the stiff little clit. He sucked the little hardened nerve center into his mouth and tickled it with the tip of his tongue as he nibbled ever so gently on it while he felt the shuddering of her loins build to a crescendo.
"Oh, George, it's wonderful. Don't stop now. Please, don't stop now. I don't ever want it to stop. It feels so heavenly. Stay with it at least until you make me cum to your expert mouth. Please!" she moaned, almost incoherently. "Eat my cunt out some more. Keep eating it until there's nothing left to eat."
The sound of her words excited George even more and encouraged him to even greater efforts. The sobbing urgency of her begging for more of his oral caresses to her hot cunt was totally unnecessary. There was nothing that George enjoyed eating more than a juiced-up hot pussy. Her first offering of the tasty cunt had merely tantalized his .palate for the rare delicacy that he hadn't been able to enjoy for so long. Now that his appetite for a young girl's hot pussy had been whetted, he had every intention of satiating it while the supply was at hand. He ran his hands down and clutched her low on the asscheeks, spreading them apart as he slurped away at her sweet slit, working a finger into the tight asshole. She moaned in ecstasy and ground her little quim up to his face as he licked harder and harder.
As George began to saw his finger in and out of her ass, he could sense the beginning of an impending orgasm. This sensation urged him to suck at her hot cunt even more voraciously and to finger-fuck her hot little asshole faster and faster.
"Oh, George, darling. I like the way you eat my hot little cunt. It's so good I don't want you to stop ever. Oh yes, it feels heavenly. Lick my cuntlips more. Tickle my burning clit. There. You're there now. Yes, stick your finger deeper in my little asshole. Oh yes. It feels soooo gooood. Oh good God, it's too much. Please, please. A little longer. Please, George, make me cum hard. Please, lick harder at my creamy cunt. I'm almost there. Now, George, I'm gonna cum. Please, please. There. Oh, Georgie. Oh, I'm cummmminnnng. Oh, God, I can't stand it. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhh."
After she creamed in his mouth, Betty was so thoroughly sex-spent that she barely had enough strength left to hold herself up on her knees on the arms of the chair. George eased her down to his lap where her soaking wet hot gash made contact with his semi-aroused cock. She rubbed her cuntlips up and down on his big cockhead, spurring his prick to full hardness. Grasping her hipbones, George positioned her so that she soon slid down to enclose all of his hot meat. His throbbing shaft slid up into her creamy cunt as easily as though he were burying it in a bowl of warm custard. George felt all of the wondrous little conical rings of pussy muscles hugging and squeezing at the stiff shaft. Soon Betty was sliding up and down his hard prick as though she were being hoisted up and down a mainmast in a boatswain's chair. The plunger-type action of their inverted sex position pumped the excess juices from her upended honey pot and oozed and flowed out of her cuntlips with every stroke to seep down and flood over his balls. As she began to speed up her up-and-down movements of her hot little cunt over George's blood-engorged cock, George hungrily took the nipples of her big tits in his mouth and began sucking like an infant child would suck at his mother's breasts.
"Oh, my God, I'm gonna cum again. I'm gonna cum all over your big beautiful prick that is plugging my cunt so wonderfully. Here it is! See if you can feel me cuming all over your cock. Nowwwwwww!"
George felt it, all right. It felt like his tortured prick had suddenly been caught up in some crazy runaway milking machine that clutched and grasped and squeezed and pumped at it demandingly. He grabbed her hips and smashed her down hard on his bursting cock. "Oh, I feel it. Now it's your turn to feel my big cock cum into that tight little cunt of yours. Now, here I cum! Feel it swell up and burst and spew out its hot love cream deep inside of you. Ahhhhhhhhh."
Even though Betty had thoroughly ball-drained him into her mouth with a superb head job a short time earlier, George now managed to blow a tremendous load of jism into her cuntal depths. When his shrunken cock plopped out of her creamy cunt, the big load of jism leaked out of her stretched slit to flow through his pubic hair and over his well-drained balls.
After George and Betty had carefully straightened out their clothing, they obliterated any evidence of their secret sex session. George then retired to his room to celebrate his good fortune with a half-pint of bourbon that he had kept hidden in his closet for a special occasion. And tonight's occasion had been about as special as they could get at his stage of life.
Once her lover had gone to his room, Betty went to check on little Jimmy. The lad was sleeping peacefully. Leaving the door ajar, in case he might start to cry or call out, she went to the den and turned on the television. Her knees and legs felt weak from the heavy fucking session. She was happy with her decision to experience the thrills of fucking with an older, experienced man. She felt sorry for her girl friends who were content to learn the facts of life from the fumbling efforts of inexperienced and inexpert boys of their own age.
After the Hugheses returned home, Fred didn't check on his father-in-law, although it would have been safe to do so. Old George was snoring softly, a broad smile of self-satisfaction on his face. A short time before he was almost resigned to the fact that his sex life was over the hill. Tonight he had performed like a healthy young stud. In Betty he had discovered his personal "fountain of youth." At age forty-five, George Ross was in the process of learning what so many middle-aged men have discovered and kept secret. That there is nothing quite like fucking a young girl with a tight hot cunt to rake the glowing embers of a long-banked sex fire and fan the forgotten flames into a roaring inferno.