Chapter 2
I woke up horny as a goat! My son's body was hot against mine, his hard buns pressing against my belly most suggestively, and before I could stop myself my hand had slid over his hip and clasped his limp cock. How nice it felt, so soft and warm, nothing like the hard weapon with which he had made me so happy earlier. But then I remembered my maternal duties and hurried out of bed and into a cold shower before I did any more damage to his young mind.
Once the cold water splashed into my face and froze my body, I felt a creeping sense of shame for having given in. It was unhealthy. But it was pointless to have regrets. I had to be constructive about the whole matter. And the only way to be constructive was to go out and get laid regularly. I'd had too good a sex life once to just do without. If people could drink for medicinal purposes, then I could fuck for the same reason. Yes, that's what I'd do... and I knew the man to begin with.
He came into the diner every morning for breakfast, and when I served him his food he looked at me hungrily. I knew it wasn't a hunger for food because he was far more interested in peering down my uniform dress than at his fried eggs. How he lusted after me! I shuddered under the shower and rubbed the washcloth against my skin a little harder. He was a beast of a man, big, hairy, with a knotted brow that overshadowed his lustful eyes. All his weight seemed to be concentrated in his back and shoulders, the rest of him was lean, tough, and hard. And his hands were calloused and huge, with stubby, thick fingers that could crush walnuts between them. His name was Tim and the other two waitresses always gave him special treatment for reasons I knew nothing about. Had they slept with him before? I wanted to ask them so I'd have the low down on him before doing anything rash, but we weren't that close yet.
I sighed, turned off the shower and dried myself hurriedly. A glance at the clock made me go all the faster. Jeff, the manager of the diner, wanted his girls to be punctual. As if it mattered in his kind of little league operation. Oh well, he was a nice old thing, and he had given me a job when I needed it most. I dressed and hurried the few blocks to the diner. The other two waitresses were right behind me, and together we swung into action. At seven a.m. sharp the door opened and in came the hungry customers.
Nothing goes through your mind when it's so busy. We all worked like maniacs until the diner was filled with men contentedly shoveling food into their mouths. Then we leaned against the long counter and took a deep breath. "Look at them," said Nelly, the blonde in her late thirties who liked to come on like an amateur hooker, "eating like pigs. I wonder if they rut like pigs, too." She uttered a short, hoarse laugh and lit a cigarette. "Goddamn men," she went on, talking to herself, "I love 'em but I can't stand to see them eat. Except my pussy, of course." This was said with a nudge to me, and I pretended it was funny. Julie, the young girl with the big eyes and bigger tits, stood on the other side of Nelly and looked as though she was lost in her daydreams. Julie had a knack for finding true love every time she turned around.
"Come on, girls, there's a customer waving at you," Jeff reminded us. "He might want to buy something more from me, mightn't he? And the more I sell, the richer I am, which means you girls will get paid more."
"Kiss me between the cheeks, darling," said Nelly, already heading for the waving customer. I leaned back and turned my gaze to Tim, the hairy brute. He was eating but his eyes were on me, and when he noticed me looking at him he threw me a broad wink. I blushed in spite of myself. He beckoned me with a motion of his head and when I came closer he made me bend down to hear what he had to say. Tim didn't believe in noise.
"Bring me another coffee, beautiful," he said, his eyes burning into my cleavage. "And ..." He hesitated on purpose so I'd keep leaning over him a little longer. I made sure he got a good view. My tits had always been a piece de resistance, big, full, round, sagging slightly but only because they were so heavy. And with that support bra I'd put on especially for him that morning, the flesh bulged out at him blatantly. He sighed and licked his lips, then placed his hand low down on my hip. "And what are you going to be doing after work?"
"Well, I've got an audience with the Pope and then Richard Burton wants to take me window-shopping in the diamond district," I said, "but after that I can be all yours."
"All mine?" He repeated the words and stared into my eyes. I nodded and stared right back. "In that case we'll go to my place. How does that sound to you?"
"Great." I turned on my heel and fetched his coffee for him. Nelly had seen the exchange and asked a few prying questions. I took this opportunity to ask her one in my turn. "Did you ever get off with Tim?" Nelly smiled and shook her head.
"No, I didn't get off," she said carefully. I took this to mean that they hadn't slept together; in other words, I heard what I wanted to hear. Now that the arrangements had been made I could hardly wait for my shift to finish. In desperation I struck up conversations with the other two waitresses, and found that they were both nice girls. But I would explore that more later. For the time being all I could think of was that cure for horniness, Big Tim, the bull.
At two o'clock he pulled up outside the diner in his pickup truck and I rushed to join him. Not a word was spoken. He wheeled the truck around and gave it the gun all the way to his place. My excitement was making me dizzy! I kept glancing at his lap to see how big he was. It was impossible to tell because his pants were too loose, but the way he was driving told me he was as needy as I was. I could almost feel him on top of me, hugging me, fucking me, driving his cock deep into my cunt to still that maddening itch! And then I could go and be with my son platonically once more and we would pretend last night had never happened.
Tim lived in a small run-down house at the edge of town. The interior decoration had that bachelor's touch, lots of empty beer cans and dirty clothes strewn about the place; a few dogs sniffed about the rooms, and the bed sheets hadn't been changed since the last time he had pissed on the bed. But who cared! He kicked the front door shut and in the same motion picked up one of the dogs and hurled it across the room to get it away from my ass. Hot pussy attracted them, it seemed. Then he took me into his arms and held me close to his strong, hairy body, to crush his lips on mine with fierce passion. I melted into him, trusting him, surrendering with body and soul, and when he carried me to his grubby bed I offered him no resistance. He dumped me in the center of it and once more came toward me with his arms outstretched. He was a bear to be hugged and I wrapped myself around him with arms and legs while he went on kissing me and grinding his cock against me through our clothes, dry-humping like he was ready to blow!
"You're beautiful," he said suddenly, and that marked the end of the kissing. His big, powerful hands began to undo the buttons of my waitress uniform, clumsy, slow, and it was agony for me to watch and wait. At last the buttons were undone and the dress came off, leaving me only in my bra and panties. "Look at those tits!" he drooled, grabbing at them with both hands. "Jesus Christ! You got beautiful boobs, baby!"
"Thank you," I said coyly. "Now let's see what you've got for me."
"Don't be dirty." Was that a witticism? His expression didn't change, he just mauled my tits until they popped out of the bra, then he made me turn over on my belly so he could undo the catch. "I get a kick out of undressing women," he growled. "Lie still while I take off your panties now." I did as I was told. Every part of me wanted to open up to him but I lay still for the sake of his lust. He took my panties off slowly, all the way over my ankles, and I lay there with my bare ass poking up at him. A delicious, fearful thrill ran through me as I imagined him jumping me from behind and sticking his mighty dick right up me! He was undressing, I could tell by the rustle of clothes behind me, and I kept a tight grip on myself so as not to look back. I wanted to be ambushed, overpowered, abused! What was keeping him?
"Take a look," I heard him say. His voice sounded timid suddenly, nothing like the authoritative growl of before. With some trepidation I turned over on my side and took a peek. The big hairy hulk stood by the side of the bed, his rugged face twisted in an expression of shyness, which was at odds with his bulging muscles. Slowly it dawned on me that he had put on my bra and panties. Both garments were stretched tautly about his body, cutting into his flesh, and the panties bulged absurdly lap to see how big he was. It was impossible to tell because his pants were too loose, but the way he was driving told me he was as needy as I was. I could almost feel him on top of me, hugging me, fucking me, driving his cock deep into my cunt to still that maddening itch! And then I could go and be with my son platonically once more and we would pretend last night had never happened.
Tim lived in a small run-down house at the edge of town. The interior decoration had that bachelor's touch, lots of empty beer cans and dirty clothes strewn about the place; a few dogs sniffed about the rooms, and the bed sheets hadn't been changed since the last time he had pissed on the bed. But who cared! He kicked the front door shut and in the same motion picked up one of the dogs and hurled it across the room to get it away from my ass. Hot pussy attracted them, it seemed. Then he took me into his arms and held me close to his strong, hairy body, to crush his lips on mine with fierce passion. I melted into him, trusting him, surrendering with body and soul, and when he carried me to his grubby bed I offered him no resistance. He dumped me in the center of it and once more came toward me with his arms outstretched. He was a bear to be hugged and I wrapped myself around him with arms and legs while he went on kissing me and grinding his cock against me through our clothes, dry-humping like he was ready to blow!
"You're beautiful," he said suddenly, and that marked the end of the kissing. His big, powerful hands began to undo the buttons of my waitress uniform, clumsy, slow, and it was agony for me to watch and wait. At last the buttons were undone and the dress came off, leaving me only in my bra and panties. "Look at those tits!" he drooled, grabbing at them with both hands. "Jesus Christ! You got beautiful boobs, baby!"
"Thank you," I said coyly. "Now let's see what you've got for me."
"Don't be dirty." Was that a witticism? His expression didn't change, he just mauled my tits until they popped out of the bra, then he made me turn over on my belly so he could undo the catch. "I get a kick out of undressing women," he growled. "Lie still while I take off your panties now." I did as I was told. Every part of me wanted to open up to him but I lay still for the sake of his lust. He took my panties off slowly, all the way over my ankles, and I lay there with my bare ass poking up at him. A delicious, fearful thrill ran through me as I imagined him jumping me from behind and sticking his mighty dick right up me! He was undressing, I could tell by the rustle of clothes behind me, and I kept a tight grip on myself so as not to look back. I wanted to be ambushed, overpowered, abused! What was keeping him?
"Take a look," I heard him say. His voice sounded timid suddenly, nothing like the authoritative growl of before. With some trepidation I turned over on my side and took a peek. The big hairy hulk stood by the side of the bed, his rugged face twisted in an expression of shyness, which was at odds with his bulging muscles. Slowly it dawned on me that he had put on my bra and panties. Both garments were stretched tautly about his body, cutting into his flesh, and the panties bulged absurdly with an excess of cock. "Do you like that?" he asked.
"Oh God," I groaned but I didn't dare say anymore.
"You don't like it?" He looked disappointed.
"No, no, it's not that... I just wonder what you expect from me."
"Oh, nothing." He lay down on the bed and stretched luxuriously. "This feels so good! Mmmmmmm, so relaxing, I feel warm and pleasant all over, don't you?"
"Yes . . ." It was clear that he wanted to be seduced. After all, he was doing pretty much what I would be doing if I wanted to be laid, everything indirect but all pregnant with meaning. Well, I wanted it and he had it, and if there was a price to be paid I'd just have to pay it. But where to begin? I lay on my side, facing him, and tried to find the best place to start. Tim kept stretching, sighing, displaying his now erect cock in the best light, and it was that massive erection that pulled me over the crest. I reached out and ran one hand along the carpet of hair covering his chest, even though I took pains to avoid my taut bra. Tim seemed to approve. I wanted to remove the bra but first I had to warm him up, so I moved closer and started to kiss him with a deep tongue, distracting him so my hands could get to the catch and undo it. It was hard to unsnap it from that angle but I did it, and once the bra was out of the way I had his whole chest to gambol about with my tongue. He smelled salty, sweaty, and utterly masculine, and now that the shock had passed my pussy started to throb in earnest again. His cock drew me like a magnet. I slipped my hand under the panties and nudged them out of the way so that his dark stalk and flushed knob stood up a little from his hairy belly. My mouth began to water! This was a man's cock. I could excuse his little kinks so long as it remained rigid for me. My body twisted around so that my cunt remained well within his reach and my face came close to his dick. Before I took it into my mouth I wanted to dispose of those panties, and to that end I started to push them down his powerful thighs. Tim objected. He didn't want them to go further than above his knees. Oh well.
I opened up wide and took his cock between my lips, easing it in bit by bit so my jaw muscles could get used to the stretch. His dick was like him, stocky, most of the weight up top, hairy, and strong, and when it entered my mouth the potent pulsing made my eyeballs spin around! I hardly noticed that my pussy went un-tended. He lay as limply as any virgin and let me foreplay him into ecstasy. His groans and the sudden jerky motions of his hips encouraged me to take more of him into my mouth. This was my forte. My cocksucking ability had, I suspected, prolonged my marriage by several years. A little more, relaxing the throat muscles, fighting back a gag, right, now another inch, moving back and forth to wet his cock down and make it all the more slippery. Tim groaned from way down deep when my mouth touched the base of his cock. His hands rested lightly on the back of my head while his hips labored to get more down my throat, but there was no more to go. I rested for a while, wishing I had a snorkel, and then I started the steady, wavy motion of cocksucking, keeping my lips tight about his hard flesh, drawing at the foreskin, and coming back down as soon as my lungs were full of air. I could keep that up all night. Once, for a bet, I had sucked my husband's cock for five hours straight, causing him to blow as many times. He paid me handsomely for that bout although I'd had as much fun as he'd had.
Tim began to shudder and his hands were gripping my hair forcefully. Clearly he wanted to blow his sperm into my mouth but my pussy wanted its share of the fun. I tried to pull away and he wrenched my head back into place. That was very unladylike of him! He was so strong that he really gave me no choice, and so I kept on dipping my mouth over his inflated dick and giving him a good time mainly at my expense. He must have decided to console me, however, because I felt something touch my cunt. Like an over-strung violin it thrilled through my whole body and made me suck all the harder, partly in gratitude now. He had a very unorthodox way of eating pussy, I thought, but it felt wonderful. His tongue licked the full length of my cunt, forcefully enough to part my labia and get right down to the inner parts, but instead of sticking his tongue deep into me the way I would have wanted, he maintained this repetitious motion. Up and down, hard, long strokes that made my clitoris twang and brought a great deal of juice down the chute. I licked and sucked just as hard. Now that I knew he only wanted to be blown it was easier to console myself, especially with his tongue doing such a nice job on my pussy. Something wet and cool was nuzzling my asshole for additional pleasure. Besides, there was always the next time to talk him into fucking me.
Those little, subtle climaxes bubbled up from my loins and made me lightheaded with pleasure. With new abandon I sucked on his rock-hard cock, loving it desperately, passionately! Tim was groaning loudly and his body seemed to be at the breaking point. How could he groan so loudly with his tongue busily licking me? The thought rose briefly from the red miasma of my mind, then sank away again as a honeyed orgasm blew up inside my belly and made me see stars. His cock was way down my throat and I was jerking him off with my epiglottis when he came. It seemed to start from his toes, that climax, building up force and speed on its way up, and as it did so he became more and more tense. His hands pulled at my hair painfully, holding me down on his dick, urging me on to do more, more, more! I tried simply because I was so grateful that he continued licking my cunt without missing a beat in spite of his mounting excitement. And then it came, the flood of salty, hot sperm whooshing down my gullet, straight into my belly. I sucked him dry, sucked him until his dick had shriveled away and only a little thick stump stood out from his balls. And still he licked!
"You're great with your tongue!" I praised him as I pulled away from his retired dick. "Really terrific, Tim."
"That wasn't me," he snorted. "I don't do stuff like that."
"What? Then who ...?" I turned around at at that moment everything fell into place. His goddamn dog! I should have known it couldn't be him!
Oh Jesus, eaten by a dog, where was I going to go next? Incest, bestiality, putting out for strangers, there wasn't much left for me to do. I pulled away and kicked the dog, then rushed into his bathroom and began washing my pussy with hot water and soap, cursing all the while. Tim didn't even see the humor in it. When I came out he had my dress held in front of him and paraded about near the mirror to get a good look at his dream boat. "Goddamn pervert!" I hissed, snatching the dress away from him. I was fully clothed in no time and ready to go. Tim said he didn't feel like driving, that if I wanted to go I could walk. I walked.
I didn't know how to feel about the whole episode. All I knew for sure was that I was as randy as a bitch in heat and that if I didn't get laid soon I'd be molesting my son again. The best thing for me to do was to get some advice. And the person best qualified to advise people on anything to do with sex was,Nelly. I found her sitting in the diner, having coffee by herself. She listened to me sympathetically.
"And you're horny right now," she said when I'd finished. "You want somebody, anybody, to help you over the top, is that right?"
"That's right," I said, shaking my head and sighing. "It's like I've got a red hot coal in my cunt, Nelly, it's driving me crazy!"
"Have you ever made it with a woman?" The question hovered in the air between us. Her blue eyes bored into mine and the tip of her tongue crept along her lips. She wanted me! The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. There was lust in those eyes, as much, maybe more, as there had been in Tim's. But I would have to be crazy to ... or would I?
"No, I haven't," I said, playing dumb.
"Then come with me, darling, you're going to learn a few things." There was no decision to be made. Nelly got up and left, and I trailed along in her wake. She lived in a small apartment above the diner, a cozy place dominated by a bed. She told me to lie on it and not to make a move. My son, a stranger, a dog, and now a woman-it was only logical! This had to be the end of sanity, I thought, and if that's the case I'll have to go along with what follows. Nelly was taking off her clothes while I mulled over these new developments. Absently the contours of her body registered with me ... the full white breasts, the dark pink nipples, her flat belly, the narrow hips, the sudden outcrop of pubic hair between her strong thighs, her lean ass; I should have known she was a dyke by her shape. But I didn't think about it then, and now it was too late. She turned to face me, a smile playing about her lips. "Now you're going to find out what you've been missing," she said softly. "You'll never worry about men again when I'm through with you, Le-ona."
Wouldn't I? It was as though my mind was six hours behind my body. What had happened to the diner, to Tim? I felt vulnerable on Nelly's bed, I wanted to run away, but when I made a move to get up she raised a warning finger and told me not to move. I didn't know if I found her attractive or not. Her body was well put together but was it responsible for the heat and wetness of my pussy, or was that due to Tim's negligence? I stared up at the ceiling. The suspense was getting to be too much for me.
"Now then, baby, look at my body," she whispered as she lay on the bed beside me. "Don't move, don't touch, just look at me. See those tits? Big, aren't they? Haven't you dreamed of burying your face between a pair of tits? Men and women are raised on tits but only men get to enjoy them again. Women need tits too. Look at them, think how they'll feel against your face." I did as I was told and they did look very good to me. They rose and fell inches from my face, two billows of flesh that looked so soft and warm and comforting that I felt an irresistible impulse to nestle up between them for a nap. But she wouldn't let me touch her. There was more to be viewed first.
"Now check out my ass," she said, turning around so that her ass stared me in the face. "Think how good it'll be to squeeze those buns and to bite into them. Have you ever felt your own cheeks? They feel good, don't they? You've got a glorious ass, baby, but now multiply that sensation ten times and you'll know how good it is to love another woman's ass. And now for the piece de resistance: my pussy!" She bent forward and spread her legs so that her cunt bulged out at me, opening slowly to reveal the glistening pinkness within the hairy cover. I wanted to look the other way. Women didn't look at women! But she mesmerized me, I had to look, and look some more, and what I saw made my cunt throb like a powerful engine. Her inner lips looked florid and floral, pink petals spreading out to reveal the mysterious dark tunnel beneath, and as that widened so did her asshole. It was small, puckered, a mere satellite to the generous orifice expanding before my eyes. It drew me, beckoned me, made all sorts of rash promises to me, but when I started to go toward it Nelly straightened up and told me not to.
"Remain perfectly still. You know what you've got coming now, so don't be in a rush. Nelly is going to kiss it all better for you." Her voice lulled me back into a passive state, and when she began to kiss me I could hardly respond. Deft fingers undid my clothing and removed it piece by piece, I felt her breasts brush against mine briefly and my nipples tensed up at once, and wherever her flesh touched mine a thrilling shudder sprang up to add to my heavy excitement. She undressed me as though I was a child and I found myself trusting her more, becoming more willing to surrender to her. When I was naked she moved back a little way and just looked at me. The expression in her eyes made me feel proud and sexy. "Wow! That's some body. I always wondered what you looked like under that uniform but I never figured you'd be that good. That's the body of a teenager, not a mother with a teenage son!" she exclaimed.
"You're just saying that," I demurred.
"Let me convince you with action," said Nelly tensely. "Words won't do it, obviously." So saying she let the ends of her fingernails slide along my breasts and down my belly a way, skating along my skin so as to make me writhe in erotic ticklishness. Her legs straddled mine and her pussy hovered over my thighs now like a promise. I felt my eyes roll back and all of my nerves going to sleep as she overwhelmed me with her sybaritic sensuality. Her hands caressed me all over, giving equal attention to every part of me. That was fine for such areas as my neck and knees, but my genitals cried out for more. Slowly she gave it to me.
This was the appetizer. Light kisses, subtle caresses, all designed to evoke my passions but not to satisfy them. I was her victim and her pet, she toyed with me yet she did it with precision. I could appreciate her every move for its appropriateness yet every move took me by surprise. The feel of her lips drawing along my skin just between my thigh and the labia, the touch of her wet, abrasive tongue slithering around a nipple, the curious finger drawing circles around my breasts, and the sudden impassioned kiss on the mouth, all combined to shake me to my soles! There was no need for her to tell me to lie still. I couldn't move. I lay there like a corpse and let her do with me what she wanted to do.
At last her caresses became firmer and her kisses more forceful. She lay on her side, her body pressing against mine so I could feel the rough pubic hair against my thigh and her soft breasts against my arm. She had one arm around my waist and her face was drawn close to my left tit so that her tongue could reach out and lick the hard nipple with leisurely, yet insistent, motions. Fiery impulses were transmitted to my pussy from that nipple, little strokes of lightning that added to the conflagration down there. I yearned for her to go down on me. Never mind my tits, I felt like yelling, eat my cunt! But she was doing it her own way, softly insinuating herself into my life with her lovemaking, and I loved every second of it.
She switched to the right nipple. Her body was partly on top of mine now and I caught the pulsing rhythm of her loins as she ground her pussy into my pelvic bone. Instantly that bone became a sensitive receptor, picking up every fleshy, hairy, moist bit of contact, magnifying it, and sending it up to my brain to make me even dizzier with lust. I couldn't lie there any more, I had to participate! My arms wrapped themselves about her pulsating body and pulled it over on top of me. I shuffled under her to get my pubic bone against hers and as soon as it gnashed into me I let out a wail of pleasure. "Ooooohhh Nelly! You're too good, too good, I'm losing control! Get me off now, give it to me, give it all to me, oh Jesus, it's so nice!" The words came out in huffs and puffs. She had half my right tit in her mouth and sucked at the nipple as if to bring milk up. Her hard, tough body was in the grip of a powerful fucking motion that caused her pubic bone to bang into mine, hooking into my cunt flesh and flexing it against my clitoris to the point at which I could hardly stand it! "Yes, yessss!" I hissed, drawing her body closer to mine and pumping my hips back up at her, "That's good, that's good, OOOOOOHHHH NELLLIHEEEE! GODDAMN THAT'S BEAUTIFUL, YES, YES, HARDER, SUCK IT, FUCK ME, OH NO, NO, I CAN'T, I . . , I . . . AAAAAAAAAA HHHHHHH!!" It was as if a giant hand had picked me up and shaken the lust out of my body with one sharp flick. There was nothing left. I lay underneath her toiling body and slipped away into a reverie of bliss. She sensed that I couldn't appreciate her efforts for the time being, so she got off me and lay on the bed with both her hands between her legs, masturbating slowly, looking at me with a broad smile all over her face.
"And that's only the beginning" she told me huskily. "I'm not letting you out of this bed ever. You're beautiful. Leona, and I want to make love to every square inch of your gorgeous body."
I shuddered with a mixture of fear and joy. Her love slave? Why not? She had made me feel wonderful, she deserved me! But why should she have to do all the work? Without a word I moved over to where her hands were working steadily. I had to steel myself for the initial contact. Nothing in my past had prepared me for this moment, this confrontation with her wet pussy. Did I like it at all? I would never know if T didn't give it a try. She saw what I was doing and took away her hands. There it was, a hairy slit slightly parted, pink showing through the dark folds of skin. A tart scent drifted into my nostrils, making me catch my breath. I wasn't at all sure I liked it. But then I breathed in again and now the scent began to take on more body, a rich variety of subtle perfumes tantalized my senses, and in a moment I was down on her and sniffling up more.
"Oh baby!" she exclaimed in surprise. "Yes, go ahead! But don't feel obliged to pay me back or anything."
I shook my head and continued to press my face into that pillowy flesh, so neatly slit up the middle, so warm and wet and inviting. The perfume filled me with bliss, I couldn't get enough of it. And when the first droplets of her juices rolled down my tongue, past all those taste buds, I was a believer.
This was heaven! Eagerly I reached up to her cunt and pulled at her lips to open it right up. My tongue snaked into her open hole and reached in deep to get at the juices as they oozed from her inner walls. Nelly did her best to assist me. Her legs flailed about in the air, wide apart, and her hips bobbed up and down, horny and hot, ready to give as much as I could take. I no longer needed my hands to hold her open so I let go and reached for my own pussy. My body was alive with lust again, just as though Nelly hadn't yet taken care of my needs. Thick currents of passion coursed through my veins, egging me on to do more depraved things to her. Eating her cunt was no longer enough!
I let my face slip down and pushed my tongue hard against that little puckered asshole. She let out a hoarse cry in disbelief when that happened but I didn't give her a chance to recover from her surprise. My tongue dug in deep and my nose pushed into the soft, yielding flesh of her cunt until it was buried inside her. In that position I started to repay her for every last scrap of pleasure she'd given me.
Nelly had her feet touching the pillows behind her and her hands held on tightly to her thighs so I wouldn't be disturbed. She gasped now and then the way a dolphin expels air, and in between she moaned and came. My tongue was buried in the rings of her sphincters, licking at the smooth inner flesh, conveying the musky sweetness of her orifice, bringing us very close to each other. Just the fact that I was doing this to her brought me undone, and, helped along by my busy fingers, I came all over the place. So did Nelly. Neither of us made too big a fuss about it for fear of interrupting the other. We did it quietly, strenuously holding back our screams so that we almost burst our sides in the attempt. Eventually I shifted around to offer my pussy to her and she dug in with gusto.
From that moment on we were caught up in an orgasmic flux that had us coming and going and coming easily and delightfully. There was no need to apply technique or to worry about the other's satisfaction, all that came naturally. And finally the orgasms became so numerous and so mild that they could be ignored. There was just a lovely undercurrent of pleasure running through our relaxation. My mind drifted from one subject to the next, bobbing among memories that only nudged, never bit. But somehow it got hooked into recollections of the previous night, of James and his wonderful passion, his energy, his virility, and that's when I got out of step. Suddenly the orgasms swelled in size, they careened through my body, smacked against my insides, and made me pull my mouth away from Nelly's cunt just to be able to go on breathing. Nelly naturally stepped up her eating, pleased by my sudden passion, and off I went, yelling, screaming, writhing, carrying on like a maniac.
"MMMMMMM YESSSSSS, GOD IT FEELS GOOD, COME ON, COME ON, AAAAA-HHHHH YESSSSSS, EAT IT, SUCK IT DRY, OH NELLY, NELLY, NELLY, WOW, OOOHHHHHH AAAYYYEEEE!!" The screams resounded through the room, no more words, just noises emitted by my safety valve. James was on my mind, naked, smooth, hard, his hips bucking, his expression Pan-like. How I wanted him! I came once more, with bells and firecrackers and the works, and then it was over. My body couldn't take any more. My cunt hurt, my stomach muscles ached, my nipples were raw, and I just had no more energy left. Nelly knew it and let me go at once. She lit up cigarettes for the both of us and we lay there smoking quietly. I wondered why I had thought of James at the moment of my greatest satisfaction. Couldn't Nelly prevent me from going back to him?
That was a depressing thought. If large doses of sex couldn't cure incest, what could? I was too tired to think about it. Or rather, what energy I had left had to go into finding an excuse to leave Nelly's place. She didn't look so attractive to me anymore. And her lovemaking, proficient as she was, counted for no more than a Chinese meal. Already I felt the urge for cock, long, thick and hard, to shove away the last of my incestuous passion.