Chapter 11

Bob was positively mad with passion for Mary by then, but frustratingly, Mitch was now going far too slowly. He had the young people up on the bed on their knees, facing each other and kissing. It was terrifically exciting, but the trouble was that they were forbidden to use their hands. His throbbing prick against her soft belly was a delight, as was the feeling of her hardened nipples against his chest, but he longed with all his soul to get his hands on her hot body. Their kisses were nothing more than tongue-tan-glings, for both Mary and Bob were so hot they were panting through their open mouths. Thin wet lines tracked her tummy from the seminal fluid which oozed from his stiff prick, and he could feel the hot tracks left on his chest by her nipples. Her hands touched his hips and he reached for her.

"Uh, uh, uh," Mitch's voice said. "Hands are a no-no."

Mary wanted to ask him why, but her tongue was too busily engaged in lapping at Bob's. She couldn't understand why she was being held back from the de- lights of the flesh which she now knew to exist, when before in her innocence those delights had been pressed upon her. All she could understand in her wonderful overheated condition was that there was a very ready man before her, and that if she was good, she could have him. Neither Bob nor Mary was aware of Fern and Nelson entering the room until Fern spoke.

"Well done, Mitch. The children seem to be getting along famously."

Bob rolled his eyes in the direction of her voice to glare at her, but the presence of the leering chauffeur cowed him and brought back much of his former embarrassment. His excitement, however, was enough to overcome it and keep him hungrily licking at Mary's tongue. Mary didn't recognize Nelson at first, but she did recognize the beautiful brunette who was either her destroyer or her benefactor. At the moment, it seemed as if Fern was her benefactor, but that might change at any moment. She was thrilled when Bob, in defiance of Mitch, threw his arms about her and kissed her very strongly. Then she was thoroughly disappointed when he released her abruptly and spoke angrily to her aunt.

"This is torture, you know. Why are you doing this to us? How are you doing this to us?"

She sauntered forward, shrugging the robe off her marble-white shoulders as she came. She did not even deign to answer him, but taking his cock in her hand, said to Mary, "Do you want this in you?"

The girl nodded nervously, hungrily eyeing his throbbing prick, and with one hand she rubbed her aching twat.

"You may have it then," said Fern, and as Mary eagerly squatted on the bed, she added, "in your mouth."

"Please, Fern," she said, trying not to look at the young, hard prick being stroked by her aunt's hand. "Can't I have it in here?"

The imperious brunette smiled down at her disheveled niece and shook her head. Mary sighed and came forward on hands and knees to take Bob's cock between her kiss-bruised lips.

Lucy had kissed his cock before, or had tried to, and he'd always put her off. Up until that moment, he'd thought of fellatio as something dirty when performed by a date, and as something very special, something to be saved until after marriage to a thoroughly compatible and thoroughly loving person. Now it felt so terrific and it looked so terrific that he found himself slowly thrusting his hips forward, as if he was fucking those lovely pink lips. His balls swung heavily with each of his thrusts, and he had to strain to hold back from ejaculating.

Fern walked on her knees to Mary's side. She snapped her fingers at her husband, who handed her a white plastic object, and the end of this she ran down Mary's curved spine. Bob could hear the buzzing sound it made and could see the gooseflesh it was raising on the girl's back as she sucked his cock on hands and knees, and tried vainly to look back over her shoulder to see the device. When the bluntly tapered end of it disappeared in the crack of her lovely ass, she squealed and rocked forward, taking Bob's cock as deeply in her mouth as it would go, and when she grasped its shaft for support, he began to shoot. "Can't hold back! I can't!" "MMM! MMMM!"

He knew she wanted to get away from it, though she still kept sucking. Desperate to feel more of this most sensuous of climaxes, he reached down and held her where she was by her hair. Still it came, the joy so intense now as to border on pain, and Bob tore at his own hair rather than jerk her head away from it. Over his pantings he could hear her gulping as his hot sperm poured down her throat. He could hear the breath whistling through her nostrils too, and the sound of the vibrating plastic as it was pushed into her wet hole. At last she gave up his cock.

Her beautiful body strained and arched, and she clutched at the bit of white plastic that protruded from her cunt as she fell over on her back. Legs lewdly splayed, knees drawn up to her tits, she presented the picture of obscene, mindless, animal sex as she fucked herself with the plastic phallus. Bob, his prick still dripping, was disgusted with what he saw.

He would have turned away, but Fern stopped him with a cool hand that cupped his overly warm genitals. "Look at her," she said. "What a pig. She can get her satisfaction from a dildo, but I'm a real woman. I need this."

"Some other time," he sarcastically said. "I've got to get back to Lucy. Lord knows what I'm going to tell her."

"I've taken care of that," she said, advancing on her knees, grazing his chest with her nipples. "Now I want you to take care of me."

It was something he'd often guiltily dreamed of, and even now in his spent condition the idea was exciting. "I'm not exactly . . . ready," he said, though already he could feel some faint stirrings in his cock. "And I couldn't with... with them watching."

She smiled at her husband and chauffeur, and she said, "Oh, they don't mind. Anything I do is all right with them. And Mary will get you hard again, while you get me nice and ready."

"What do you mean?" he asked, and she quickly showed him.

She had him get down on his hands and knees with his loins over the frantically orgasming girl's face, his swollen prick dangling down. Fern then lay down on her back before him, her legs spread out, her pussy that had been perfected by the hands of surgeons spread out before him.

Bob had never eaten pussy before. He felt the same way toward cunnilingus as he did toward fellatio. But now it seemed he had no choice, and when Fern grasped him by the hair, he took a deep breath and began kissing the hot, livid flesh that had been presented to him.

The smell and taste of it raised the hackles on his neck, just as his prick was rising in the warmth of Mary's vigorously sucking mouth. Even before his prick was fully hard, he was aching to put it into Fern's cunt, and to install the same eagerness in her, he began using his tongue as well as his lips in her cunt.

"Ahhh. Ohhh. Yesss," she panted in encouragement, though little was necessary beyond the increasing contortions of her lovely body.

"Mmmph! MMMMMMPHHH!" Mary was trying to devour his prick. It was deep in her throat one moment, then the nob of it was being sucked by her lips the next.

Never had Bob been so terrifically aroused. Never had he felt anything quite so good. He'd come only minutes before, and now he was quite stiff and ready enough to do it again. But a mouth was no place in which to do it. He had already shot copiously in Mary's mouth, and now he had to feel the clinging wet warmth of a cunt before he would do it again.

Surging with vitality and virility, he shoved Fern aside and pulled himself away from the orgasming blond girl. He snatched the vibrating dildo from her cunt, even though her grip was strong on it, and in a thrice he had fallen on her and was thrusting his hard tool up between her legs.

"Give it to me! GIVE IT TO ME!" she cried, blindly groping for his throbbing organ.

"That's mine! You get away from her!" Fern shouted, and struggling to her knees, began to beat on his back with her fists.

He scarcely felt her blows, for between the efforts of Mary and himself, his prick slid into her tight but highly-lubricated cunt. Her frantic flailings stopped. An inch from his face, her eyes and mouth opened wide, and she looked in wonder at him as he hung panting and motionless over her, his prick soaking in her cunt, his eyes feasting on what had to be the most beautiful woman in all the world.

Still Fern beat at his back, and she would have continued had Mitch not intervened. Grabbing her by the wrists, he jerked her off the bed and flung her down on the floor. His prick was up again, and now his temper was also, and when she began to vituperate at him, he swung a heavy hand and slapped her across the face.

"You... you struck me!" she said.

*'Damn right. And I'll do it again unless you leave them alone and pay attention to me, your husband!"

Bob and Mary didn't even hear them. He still lay atop her, and now her arms and legs were softly around his very slowly moving body. He was exploring the depths of her cunt with his prick, while she in turn was clasping the contours of his organ with her vagina and finding for herself that it was a perfect fit.

"Baby, baby. You're so pretty," he murmured.

"Oh, and you feel so nice," she replied.

Fuming, Fern tried to get to her feet, and once again Mitch slapped her down.

"I'll kill you for this!" she spluttered. "I'll divorce you and throw you out in the street without a penny."

"Maybe so, but you won't torment that girl anymore, and by God, before you throw me out Til fuck you the way you should be fucked-good and hard."

Mary was soiled and sex-drenched. She'd been handled by too many people that day and she was very probably a nymphomaniac. Still and all, at the moment she was the sweetest woman Bob had ever seen, and she was feeling sweeter by the moment. A beatific calm had come over her face, tinged with a smile, and each slow stroke of his organ in her twitching cunt brought more of the look of the angel to her face.

"I feel like I'm going from a nightmare to a lovely, lovely dream," she said. "Are you real? Is this real?"

"No, dear," he said, slowly stroking, deeply stroking. "We're in heaven."

On the floor, Fern tried to attack Mitch with her nails. He caught her wrists, laughing at her, making her more furious than ever. He held her while she struggled and spat out curse words at him, and her frustrated anger had the effect of exciting him all the more.

'1 warned you!" she said, trying to kick him now. 1 won't stand to be treated this way. Get out of my house. Out! Now!"

"I'll leave when I'm good and ready. I'll leave when I've fucked your royal cunt ragged."

"You'll never so much as touch me there again!" she cried, and her fury was unbridled as she struggled vainly in his strong grip.

"Fine with me," he said, still laughing in her face. "Nelson, give me a hand. Hold her down. On her stomach."

Nelson was already beside himself with excitement. Eyes bulging out, rubbing at his crotch, he'd been swiveling his head back and forth from the scene on the bed to that on the floor. Now, over the shrieking protests of his mistress, he knelt and helped Mitch turn her over on her stomach, and following the naked man's instructions, he twisted Fern's smooth white arm up behind her back.

Her fury was growing. If there was anything she detested, it was being fucked doggy-style, and Mitch was well aware of that. The pain in her shoulder, however, was such that she had to submit. All she could do was threaten both Nelson and Mitch as she assumed the humiliating position of having her naturally perfect ass elevated in the air while her surgically beautified face and tits were mashed against the shag rug.

'"I'll kill you both. I'lll see you both in jail for this. Nelson, don't you dare touch my breast like that! Mitch, make him stop! Oh, I hate you! I hate you! Eeek!"

She yelped as Mitch roughly shoved three fingers in her cunt from behind, and this defiance of her commands emboldened the lustful Nelson to further explore her tits with his hand. Her yelps became screeches as Mitch withdrew his fingers and poked them one after another in her anus.

"I wish they'd be a little more quiet," Bob murmured against Mary's sweet lips.

"Mmmm. All I can hear is the sound of your heart beating against mine," she said.

There was real frenzy in Fern's struggles now, for the big blunt end of Mitch's cock had replaced his fin- gers in poking at her tightly constricted anus. He was holding her firmly by the buttocks so that she couldn't twist fully away, and parting those big, fleshy globes with his thumbs so that her only defense now was the tightening of her sphincter and her words. She resorted to pleading.

"Mitch, darling, stop it now. This has gone far enough, and if you stop now I won't be angry with you. I promise. Mitch, don't! Oh please, Mitch. You've carried the joke too far now. Just stop now and well have a lovely fuck, a wonderful fuck in the normal way, and I won't torment Mary any more. Nelson, FU give you a raise if you'll help me instead of him. Darling Mitch, I. . . OW! Goddamn it, that hurts! YOWWWW! JESUS CHRIST, YOU'RE TEARING ME! MITCH, STOP! STOP THAT THIS INST... YEEEEEEK!"

Mitch uttered a guttural grunt of satisfaction as he saw the bulbous head of his cock disappear within the very tight orifice which he had laid bare with his thumbs. It had been a tightly puckered little mouth before, but now its thin lips were stretched to the breaking point around the sturdy shaft which had penetrated it.

"IT'S KILLING ME! I CAN FEEL MYSELF TEARING!"

"Try to relax then," he told her, and delving with his fingers in her cunt, he smeared a little more of her natural lubrication on the long shaft that was poised to follow the head of his cock into her super-tight asshole. Her cries changed to moans and her lovely body shuddered and quivered everywhere as he worked another two inches of his big, bludgeon-like rod into her lily-white behind. He had to rest a moment then, for the sight of his cock that deeply embedded between those big white ovals was such that his head was swimming with the thoughts of a fast, hard ejaculation.

On the bed, still moving very slowly, Bob said, **I feel as if I've never really been inside a woman before.'*

"And I feel like I'm a virgin again. It's all so pure."

Even in this blissful state, he found that he could chuckle. "You're not acting much like a nympho now."

"I'm not acting like anything. I'm just feeling good, all over."

They extended their lips and joined them, slowly tangling tongues, and their explorations of each other's body with their hands were almost reverent. He was no longer stroking in her cunt, but merely moving his hips on top of hers to stir her inner organs with his hard shaft, and she was responding by squeezing it rhythmically with vaginal muscles she had hitherto been unaware of.

"NOOOO!" Fern screamed, though it was too late.

"Yeahhh," Mitch rasped, as he burrowed and shoved and got his big cock through that tight hole until his hairy pubic mound was closely snuggled into the open crack of her ass.

"Bastard. You bastard," she panted, close to tears.

"I told you to relax. But if you don't, that's entirely up to you."

"Filthy, dirty, cocksucking sonofabitch!"

"Ugh," said Mary. "I hate to hear people curse."

"You'd hear less of it," Bob said, "if I tickled your ear with my tongue."

"Oooo. Oooo. That does tickle nicely."

"Mmm. And I can still look at you. You know, you've got a lovely profile."

"SODOMIST! QUEER!" Fern cried, struggling anew, though the pain in her shoulder was nearly as blinding as that in her rear. "YOU'LL GO TO JAIL FOR THIS, YOU ROTTEN, ROTTEN BASTARD!"

"Coming out now," he said, and began a slow, laborious withdrawal of his tightly clasped organ.

"No, wait, Mitch," she gasped. "Mitch, wait just a second, I'm not ready. Mitch wait! MITCH, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WATT! YOU'RE PULLING ME APART, YOU BASTARD! MITCH!! AAAA-ARRRRRGGGH! Oh. Oh. Oh."

It did indeed look as if something would give way as he pulled out his cock to the knob, but the sight of her asshole stretched back even farther was such that he couldn't bring himself to stop. It was fascinating to see how it pushed inward, along with the thick, glistening, shit-streaked shaft of his cock.

"Not again. Oh, not again," she moaned, and he relentlessly shoved forward, digging his fingers deeper into her ass-cheeks, oblivious to her pleas. "I'll hate you forever for th . . . Ooooggh Aarrrggh. Won't it ever stop!?! BASTARD! Oh, you dirty, dirty bastard. . . ."

Bob said to Mary, "We should go in the other room."

"I can't even hear them," she said with a smile, caressing his cheek with her hand, his buttocks with her heels. "And I don't ever want to move from this bed."

Fern at last did relax as Mitch again began withdrawing his cock. More correctly, she fell into a sort of a swoon. Her body went limp, and much of the fierce tightness around Mitch's moving prick was gone, though still the orifice was considerably tighter and hotter than that other one of hers that he'd labored in so frequently. Now his hands no longer contained her struggles, but merely served to hold her in that obscene position, with her ass on a level with his cock as he knelt behind her, with her weight on her knees and tits and. face. With the loosening of her sphincter, he began to move more strongly, and with this, she made it known that she was still conscious.

"Just take it easy on me, Mitch." Her voice was very weak. "Go slow, but hurry up and get it over with."

"I think you can let go of her arm now, Nelson," he said. "Thanks much."

"Anytime," said the chauffeur, and sat back on his haunches, glad for the opportunity to get his hand on his crotch again. He had a ringside seat for two sexual performances, and he was in his glory. Bob and Mary were barely moving. They looked like some highly erotic sculpture, done by the hand of a master. Fern's body was moving only from Mitch's deep thrusts, rocking back and forth with them, distorting her face against the rug. The only one who was really active in the quartet was Mitch, busily sawing his cock back and forth through that thoroughly distended hole, and grinning lustfully down at what he was doing. The scene was almost peaceful, until Sarah came bursting into the room.

"Miss Fern! Miss Fern! I found Lucy up on the roof doing terrible things in front of a bunch of children and she says you won't . . . Good gracious! What's he doing to you?"

The cook swayed back on her heels, then lunged forward at Mitch, with both fists swinging. She landed a blow on his shoulder, shrieking for him to stop, stop, and he gave her a clout on the side of the head that sent her sprawling over Fern to land on the floor in a flurry of skirts.

Kicking, trying to get up, she cried, "Don't do that to her! That isn't right! You're hurting her!"

Fern raised up on her elbows, then her hands. Sarah was right in front of her with her fat legs outspread, with her hairy old cunt bared. "You shut up," Fern panted. 'Tm getting to like it. Faster, Mitch. Deeper."

"I'm doing this my way," he said, and leaning forward, he moved his wife's face down in the hairy crotch before it. He only had to hold it there for a few seconds before she was eating the cook's pussy with gusto, and then he resumed the heavy thrusting in her ass.

"Oh! Oh! I'm in heaven!" Sarah squealed, and managed to get her bulky hips up off the floor. "I love you, Miss Fern! I've always loved you! Oh! Oh!"

"Shut her up, Nelson," Mitch snarled. "Stick something in her mouth. That's an order."

Nelson grinned and shrugged. His diminutive cock was already out of his pants, and it bobbed jerkily as he went around and straddled the squealing cook's body. She tried to twist her head away from it, tried to scream, but he held her firm and stuffed all of it in her mouth. In moments she was sucking as ardently as her mistress was, and all that could be heard was Mitch's grunts and the slurpings of the two females on the floor.

"Did you hear what she said?" Mary whispered. "That she's in heaven?" said Bob."Well, so am I." "She said something else, too. She said ... I love you."

"I can say that too, Mary. I love you. The difference is, I'll love you even after this is over."

"And I love you, I think. But... it won't be over when this is over?"

"Gonna find out pretty quick," he said, panting now. "Just can't hold back any more."

"Don't! Oh, don't!" she cried, and as a great surge of very vital energy poured through her, she threw her lovely body up to meet his thrusts.

Their mouths merged and locked. His balls slapped wetly against her bottom. She no longer had to think about contracting her vaginal muscles around his moving prick, for they did it of their own accord now, and with each of the contractions, his prick throbbed and swelled strongly in her tube.

"Look," Nelson panted. "On the bed. They're really coming!"

Mitch could in no way look away from the place where he and his wife were joined. He could only grunt, "Me too!" Fern's beautiful big buttocks were contorting wildly now, not trying to escape from the pounding she was taking, but instead trying wildly for more.

"MMMPH! MMMPH!" Her cries against Sarah's big cunt made it clear that she too was orgasming, and for further proof of this, Mitch reached down and found that her empty cunt was pulsing very strongly and overflowing with juices.

Sarah was all but tearing Fern's hair out in an entirely unnecessary attempt to hold it against her cunt, and the very agile undulations of her fat body were indicative of her orgasmic bliss as well.

"Uff! Oh, Baby!" Nelson grunted, and his balls twitched up toward his body and his buttocks jerked spasmodically as he ejaculated in Sarah's willing mouth.

It was like a chain reaction, started by Bobby and Mary, and ended by them. The young couple were the first to wilt in each other's arms, and as they did, Mary spoke in a fluttery, breathless voice.

"Robert, you are wonderful. But now that it's over...?"

"Mary, it will never be over with us."

"Mmm. You are so sweet. But do you still.. . well ... I guess it isn't fair for me to ask."

"You shouldn't have to, dear. But the answer is, yes, I still love you."

"And I love you, dear."