Chapter 14
Georgia Winston, gynecologist, and a personal swinging friend of Scott and Sylvia Felton, pulled her whole hand out of Pat's cunt, and said, "Any minute now, young lady. The baby has dropped into perfect, head-first position, and I foresee an easy, uncomplicated birth. Do you still plan to go the natural route-here at home?"
"I wouldn't have it any other way, Georgia," Pat said happily. "I just wish it were over with finally. I'm at least a week late, you know, and it's playing hell with my sex life. Both Tom and Scott are afraid to really fuck me, because they think their cockheads going in might meet the baby's head coming out."
"Tom didn't seem to be showing any fear the way he was socking cock to you when I came in," the lovely, naked lady doctor chuckled. "He looked like he was drilling for oil. Now I know I told you kids that you can fuck right up to the last minute, as long as it is comfortable for you, but damnit, Tom's cock is too long for him to pound it into you that hard, even from behind."
"Oh, he was fucking me in my asshole," Pat laughed; "he'd never pound that hard in my cunt."
"Ummmm, I wish I could get Larry to sock it to my ass like that," the fabulously stacked thirty-six-year-old doctor said, "but he's always afraid he'll hurt me there. I simply can't convince him that I can take all he can give in any hole."
"Is Larry with you tonight?" Pat asked, thinking of Georgia's shy, bespectacled, college student husband. Larry was ten years younger than his wife, working on his masters degree, and his insatiable cock was somewhere between Scott's and Tom's in length, girth, and endurance.
"Yes, he and Scott were out front doubling up on Sylvia when I came in to check you out. I guess Tom has joined them now in the only hole that was left vacant. If you don't need me for anything else, I think I'll go out and relieve Syl."
"Well, I certainly could use somebody," Pat replied, reaching down and under her stomach to stroke and fondle her turgid, swollen clit. "I didn't even know you two were here until you came in to examine me. Then you set me on fire with your hand in my cunt, and now you calmly tell me what you people are doing-oh, damn, damn, damn, I wish the baby were here already so I could really get some cock-cunt action."
"You can, dear, I told you that Just take it easy is all."
"What's keeping you so long, Georgia, everything all right in here?" Scott asked from the bedroom doorway, his bone-hard cock already inches in the room, seeming to look around with its Cyclops eye for a likely hole to slide into.
"Everything's fine," Georgia answered. "You should be a grandfather within twenty-four hours, or I miss my guess. And to think, this horny little baggage is still wanting to fuck."
"Head-yes," Scott said to Pat, coming over to sit beside her on the edge of the bed; "all the head you want to give or take. Asshole-yes, but cunt-fucking-no. Not at this point. Nobody can stick his cock in that hot, juicy cunt of yours and keep his head, it's almost impossible."
"Damnit, it just isn't fair," Pat wailed; "when the baby is born I'll be out of commission for six whole weeks. This is my last chance-my last night-plleeeease, Daddy, let me-I'll be careful-I want to fuck until the pains start."
"Goddammit, girl," Scott growled good-naturedly, "you know fucking well that I can't deny you anything when you call me Daddy--that's blackmail, and you know it. But I'm going to be the one to fuck you. I don't trust Tom and Larry, they might get carried away. Roll over-up on your hands and knees."
"No, Scott, fuck her lying down-from the front," Georgia instructed. "You'll have to brace yourself on your hands to keep off her stomach, and you can watch her face in case you penetrate too deeply-which won't be hard for that horse cock of yours, in spite of the handicap."
Pat already had her fat thighs raised and spread, with her elbows hooked under her knees.
Unable to look at her dick-like clit without getting it into his mouth, Scott caught the fat little goodie in his lip-cushioned teeth and gnawed it gently, tongued it flutteringly, faster and faster, dragging wailing moans from the throat of the horny young girl.
"Ohhh shit, I can't stand this," Georgia said, hopping into bed herself, swinging a long, luscious thigh over Pat's head, and settling down gently over her mouth.
"S-s-sssuck it, you horny l-lit-little bitch," Georgia hissed as Pat's tongue began flicking and twirling in her hole-out of her hole-up her slit-down her slit-under her clit-over her clit. "S-ssuck-m-my p-pussy-lick it. Oh God-lick it, girl-lick it-d-don't ssstop-you s-suck sooooo good-oh God-oh God-ohhh my God!"
Raising his head from between Pat's splayed thighs, Scott walked up in bed on his knees. Bracing himself on one hand, he used the other to aim his cockhead in the general direction of Pat's open and closed winking cunt hole. Pat moaned louder into the soupy canyon of Georgia's gaping cunt as Scott's long, thick dong slid into her deeper and deeper, so deep that the spongy head bounced gently against her baby-filled womb. Slow and easy he slugged the magnificent tool into her love grotto, pushing against the baby, rather than pounding against it. Her incredibly hot, still tight cunt sucked his cock on the in-stroke, and sucked it harder on the outstroke. He had to call all of his experience and control into play to keep from losing his head, really shooting it to her, and ruining what was the best fuck he could imagine.
Sylvia, Larry, and Tom came swiftly into the bedroom to investigate the cause of Georgia's shrieks and Pat's muffled groans and moans. The sex-involved trio didn't even know the others were present until Scott felt Sylvia's face under his ass, licking and sucking his nuts, his inner thighs, the crack of his ass.
As Larry hopped up in bed to slam his cock into his wife's throat, Tom positioned himself behind Sylvia's up-hiked ass, spread her cheeks, and socked his quivering cock into her already fuck-loosened anus. For a few moments he went from hole to hole-now in her asshole-now in her cunt. He didn't know in which hole he finally settled and didn't care. All he knew was, he was in seventh heaven, the happiest young stud in the world. He knew that getting involved with the Feltons was the best thing that had ever happened to him, and he wondered if he would ever get used to his great good fortune.
"No, I'll never get used to it," he sang happily to himself, "never, ever. It will take me a lifetime, and then some to even fully realize what a gas, what a ball this life is. Get used to it? Never."
He was still amazed at how smoothly he and Pat had been worked into Scott and Sylvia's lives. The two wonderful people had actually apologized-apologized-for breaking their standing rule about having sex with minors, and patiently explained how Dr. Gordan at Eden had persuaded Scott and Sylvia to make love to Pat because she needed that land of love from someone she loved, respected, and in whom she had complete confidence and trust.
Scott and Sylvia had told them that they could join the sex parties if they chose to, that they were under no obligation to perform. They had both been afraid that Pat would not be up to the wild and woolly sex that went on in the household. But Pat was consistently the most sought after and the most active. Men and women alike loved sucking milk from her overflowing breasts. Men and women alike loved licking her piping hot, extra juicy cunt. And everybody agreed that nobody--but nobody--could give head to both males and females as good as Pat could.
The only dark cloud that had appeared on their otherwise sunny horizon had been Vera, Tom's thirty-eight year old, four-foot eleven, eighty-five-pound mother. The tiny, doll-like woman had loved her six-foot six basketball center son with a jealous, possessive, consuming passion. When Jack Hayden, her cold and unfeeling businessman husband, had left her some three months earlier to marry his twenty-eight-year-old secretary, Vera had clung tighter to Tom than ever, and this was precisely the time when Tom was having the time of his life at the Feltons.
Tom almost laughed aloud as he remembered the night that Vera had stormed into the Felton house for a showdown. She had been drinking fairly heavily, and later she admitted that she didn't even notice all the male and female clothing scattered about the living room floor when Scott had ushered her in that night, dressed only in a hastily donned bathrobe. They had all been naked, just horsing around when Vera rang, and Scott had shooed them all into a bedroom before opening the door for Tom's angry mother.
"Where is he, where are you hiding him, why are you trying to keep my son away from me?" Vera had yelled without even a word of greeting to Scott.
"My God," Scott had whispered in breathless awe at the pale, colorless little woman. "Tom didn't exaggerate a bit-not a bit-and I didn't believe him."
"Exaggerate? Believe him?" Vera had stammered, completely confused by Scott's puzzling reaction to her outburst. "What are you t-talking about-where is my baby?"
"He said you were beautiful-sexy-all he did was brag about you-I thought he was kidding. Come in-come in-sit down, let me fix you a drink. Tom will be thrilled-thrilled--he'll be here shortly. What can I get you?"
"WeU-uhhhh-I don't drink that much," Vera had said, blushing at what Tom was supposed to have said about her looks, "b-but I will take a small gin. Uhh-you say Tom isn't here? I-I'm sorry I burst in on you like this-b-but I was so worried."
"You have nothing to worry about, Mrs. Hayden, I assure you," Scott had said, leading her to a seat, and bringing her a large glass of gin. "I know Tom calls you every day, because we insist that he does, and he wants to, anyway. But you know he's in school now, and working for me, and Pat needs him."
"I need him, too," Vera had said. "I'm so lonely in that house all by myself."
"You needn't be," Scott had said. "We have begged Tom to bring you over, but he wouldn't. I think he's jealous-doesn't want another man to look at you."
"Don't be silly-h-he couldn't be jealous of me," Vera had simpered, batting her big, gray eyes at Scott provocatively. "I'm his mother."
"That's exactly the point," Scott had said tragically. "That's why he confessed to me why he can't stand to come home to you-you're his mother. Now that your husband has left you, he-he's afraid that he-uhhh-couldn't control himself. I hope you won't hold it against him, but that boy is crazy about you, Mrs. Hayden, and he's ashamed of it."
"Call me Vera. I'm not that much older than you. Uhhh-we are alone, aren't we-we can talk, can't we."
"Say anything you want to say, Vera."
"I-I-d-don't know how to put it," Vera had giggled. "You make me f-feel so-so. . ."
"Sexy?" Scott had prompted. "Y-yes-that, too-b-but that's not what I meant-I mean I want to talk to you-cry on your shoulder. I'm so lonely-so terribly lonely."
"I know," Scott had said. "Tom told me what a good, sweet, moral woman you are, and how you'd never go out and get a man to take care of your body's needs, and it really broke his heart to know that he couldn't help you, either-that he dared not tell you his real feelings."
"Oh, it must be t-the alcohol-I'm not a drinker-b-but I want to tell you how I feel, too," Vera had stammered. "I'm human-I've got feelings-my husband hadn't touched me that way for at least a year before the divorce. And I'll admit it. I thought about Tommy that way, too. I wish he had j-just-just taken me."
Then Scott had sat down beside Vera and talked to her soothingly, seductively, telling her how she need not be lonely anymore, giving her wildly exaggerated compliments and flattery, almost ridiculously playing up Tom's feelings for his mother, assuring her over and over that now she was in the position to do anything she wanted to, without fear of any sort of repercussions. As he talked to her, he gently caressed her shoulder, her tiny breasts, her slender thighs under her knee-length dress. At the same time he had let his robe slip open to reveal his massive, threatening erection.
Vera had been shocked-frightened by the huge, thick-headed phallus. She had wondered aloud how any woman alive could possibly take it, asked childishly naive questions about the holes he could get it in, the sizes of the women, what he had done to make it so big. She had made him promise that he wouldn't try anything if she took off her clothes, and even as she sat beside him stark naked, jerking him off with both hands, she still refused to let him try to enter her all but virgin pussy.
He had persuaded her to let him suck her cunt, and after the third orgasm, which turned out to be the third orgasm of Vera's life, she had begun to scream, begging him to go all the way.
"Fuck me!" she had cried. "I don't care if you split my pussy wide open-I don't care if you kill me-I've got to have that big thing inside me! Oh fuck me, Scott-please, please fuck meeeee!"
And Scott had complied. Like a huge St. Bernard mounting a Chihuahua, he had covered the little woman with his huge body, and eased his cock slowly, patiently into the tiniest hole he had ever tried to enter. It took him a good three minutes to get it all the way in, and by then the pain was gone, and Vera fucked him back with as much wild, abandoned enthusiasm as Sylvia ever had. She seemed to have gone completely out of her mind with ecstasy. She began crying, screaming, tearing her hair, babbling hysterical, incoherent curses and endearments.
"Then I took over," Tom said proudly to himself. "If I'm ever in need of a job I know I can be an actor, because I put on an Academy Award performance that night. I ran out of the bedroom cursing and screaming at Scott. I jerked him all the way out of Mom's cunt, and off her body. I called him every filthy name I could lay tongue to, while kicking him with the side of my foot, slapping him on the arms, back, and shoulders with my open palm, making a hell of a lot of noise, but doing no damage.
"Scott knew that Mom was sex hungry, because I had told him that she and Dad slept in separate bedrooms. He knew that she was horny, because I had told him about all the indirect passes she had made to me. But I never wanted her before, she was cute in a mousy sort of way, but she was still just my Mom as far as I was concerned, and sex with her had never entered my mind.
"Now, though, I knew that our future happiness was at stake, and I knew that I would have to finish what Scott had started if we were ever to have any real peace. I grabbed Mom and started talking all crazy about how much I loved her-wanted her-was jealous of Dad and every other man who looked at her. I kissed her face, her lips, her breasts, belly, cunt, ass, legs, the bottoms of her feet, and all the way back up again.
"I begged her forgiveness, but told her that I couldn't help myself, that I had to have her, and before she knew it, I was fucking the living shit out of her, and I swear, it was the best pussy I have ever had. In a few minutes I had her screaming louder and crazier than Scott had-talking the same shit to me that Scott and I had been talking to her earlier.
"And from then on," Tom went on with his happy recollections, "everything has been coming up roses. Mom comes by just about every day for some groovy he-she, she-she, and various combinations of sex. Otherwise she is doing her own thing, blooming like a flower, dating young studs, letting her hair down, and making up for all the fucked-up years she was married to Dad."
By now Sylvia had given up trying to eat pussy, lick ass, and enjoy the reaming she was getting all at once. She had removed her face from under Scott's ass, now lay with it flat on her crossed hands, and rolled her ass back at Tom's hammering thrusts as though this were the only joy in the world for her, and at the moment it was. She, too, was thinking what a great, happy, uncomplicated, sex-filled life they had, as was Scott, as was everybody present.
Scott was still enmeshed in the joy of socking his cock slowly, purposefully into Pat's cock-hungry young pussy. At that moment he was wondering which of the three he enjoyed most, Pat, Vera, or his wife Sylvia, and for the life of him, he couldn't decide. All of them were super fantastic, and he knew that no matter which of his women was best, he was still the happiest, horniest man on God's great, green earth.
"Oh God, it's coming-coming!" Pat screamed, causing everybody in bed to interrupt his thoughts, and stop what they were doing to wonder about the orgasm that had caused this out of the ordinary reaction.
"Th-the pains have b-been c-coming-for th-the last half-hour," Pat went on, "but I-d-didn't w-want to spoil the fun. B-b-bu-but, y-you-ll have-to s-stop now, D-daddy, and-and-l-let the baby