Chapter 7
I crossed the California border at Blythe and sped on across the seemingly endless desert toward Phoenix. It was June and it was hot. The skies were that crystal clear blue found only in Arizona and New Mexico, there was no smog at all, and the air was clean, clean, clean. No wonder, I thought, heat was the ultimate in cleansers and Arizona heat was legend. Phoenix lay precisely in the center of an arid valley. Valley of the Sun, the Indians had called it, and very aptly.
I made the turnoff from the main highway some twenty miles out of Phoenix proper. It bypassed the city and landed the motoring tourist in an exclusive suburb of Phoenix called Scottsdale. Actually very few people go to Phoenix itself, except on business. Scottsdale is the place for tourists, with its sun, golf courses, and some of the finest restaurants and hotels in the USA. It was small, too. When I'd passed through some years back I'd been very impressed with the absence of that "city" feeling. It was the Mecca for thousands of wealthy eastern tourists each year, especially during the winter. I hoped that June would find all of these types long gone.
As dusk settled, I finally pulled into the quaint western village. Stopping at the nearest service station I asked about a place to stay. The attendant's face surveyed me expertly. "Pleasure or business, mister?"
"Pleasure," I grinned.
His face split into a knowing grin. "Try the Safari, two blocks down."
I paid for my gas and drove into the Safari Motor Hotel. An attendant in levis and boots directed me to the lobby and parked my station wagon. As I strode into the lobby the cool air from the efficient air-conditioning enveloped me like a refreshing shower. I hadn't realized how hot it had been outside.
The desk clerk grinned at my expression. "You'll get used to it. You're in luck, it's only 102 degrees today. What'll it be?"
I smiled back at his open friendliness. "A double," I chuckled, "double bed that is. Then I want a double scotch. Christ, but it's hot out there."
"Sorry, sir, with no reservation all I have is a large room with two twins," he smiled ruefully.
"Still tourist season, eh?" I replied.
"No," he grinned, "we shut down part of the hotel after May 5th to conserve on electricity. You know, the extra air-conditioning."
"Oh. 'very shrewd. Well, that'll be fine," I said. "Say, if it isn't the season, I suppose there's very little action in town."
He looked at me sharply trying to decide how far he could go in the way of a frank answer. My leering grin helped him decide. "A guy with your ... ahhh ... equipment will have no problem, sir. You'd be surprised at the number of unattached ladies who still linger here after their men go on back East"
"Well, now," I sighed, "that sounds very encouraging. Thanks."
"Don't mention it sir. A happy guest is a repeat guest," he chuckled with a slight leer.
The room was spacious, plush and very modern. I'd never seen a better layout. I showered, shaved, and donned sports clothes-a light shirt and slacks. The clerk had informed me that only idiots and easterners wore ties out here.
I found my way to the plush, cool cavern they called a bar and had a double scotch on the rocks. As I ordered another I glanced around casually to survey the small crowd who sat imbibing their before-dinner libations. Several middle-aged business types sat huddled over drinks and chatted. At the far end of the bar a statuesque blonde sipped a tall glass of something. Probably a hooker trying to capture a few more Johns before catching a plane back to L.A. for the summer. She gave me the proper come-on which I ignored. There were a couple more females scattered about the cool darkness, but none were worth more than a casual glance.
A good scotch always gives me an appetite and this one had made me ravenous. I paid the bartender and flipped him a buck tip. "Thanks for the Chivas, buddy. Keep it up the next few days and you could get rich," I quipped. He chuckled and gave me a knowing wave. I didn't have to worry about lousy bar scotch from him for the balance of my stay.
Entering the small dining room antechamber I paused to survey the growing crowd of diners lazily ingesting steak and lobster, the house specialty. My gaze finally came to rest on a lone female in a large booth at the far corner of the dimly lit room. Even in the bad light she was gorgeous, and her long straight hair hung in a mantle of shimmering gold over her soft rounded shoulders. I knew by the center-part style that she was in her teens-around seventeen. It struck me as odd that she was occupying a large booth. Most good hotel matre d's are very careful to keep the large ones for two to four people.
As I was still contemplating this minor oddity, my nostrils were assailed by a musky scent and a low rich voice murmured, "Pardon me." Large, warm brown eyes locked with mine. She was a knockout.
"My pleasure," I stated, and meant it. She nodded, swivel-hipped by me as I stepped aside, and walked into the dining room. Walked wasn't the proper term for the way she moved. As it switched off, the quiet buzz of conversation died. The lady had impact with a capital I.
Her hip motions incorporated the combined sensuality of Cleopatra, Jezebel, and every high-class stripper who'd ever trod the boards. They moved with slow, calculated undulations beneath the gossamer silver lame gown. As each full, firm butt-cheek fell and then bunched it seemed to say: "Many a cock has entered betwixt, been ingested, milked dry, and expelled-satiated with unbelievable delight."
To my surprise she joined the gorgeous young blonde in the large booth. As they sat side by side it finally dawned on me-they were mother and daughter. Ordinarily, I'd never have believed that such a stunning, funky woman could be the mother of a girl in her mid-teens. Two sexpots-one young and blonde, the other brunette and in her mid-forties. I made a decision.
"Captain," I said and motioned to the maitre d'. All smiles, he glided over.
"Sir, may I seat you for dinner?" he breathed hopefully.
"That depends," I said. "Depends, sir? On what?"
Pressing a twenty-dollar bill into his soft hand I said, "My appetite depends on that table in the corner. If it's not available, my hunger will disappear like smoke. So will the twenty. Dig?"
He smirked like a coy schoolgirl who really was the town hooker and said, "For a delicate appetite like yours, sir, any table you desire is open. Follow me, please." With twenty dollars' worth of pomp and majesty he escorted me to the table directly adjacent, and slightly in front of the funky lady and her ripe young daughter. As he finished his seating flourishes I motioned him to let me whisper in his ear. "Pick out your best champagne, ice it, and deliver it to the ladies' table."
"'very good, sir. Will Mumms 1939 be all right?"
"Yes. Now, do you have a pencil and piece of paper?"
He whipped both out from the inside pocket of his jacket. Quickly I jotted down a short note and folded it tightly. "Give this to the head cunt at that table. Remember, now, give it to her, not the younger one."
"As you wish, sir," he answered in a conspiratorial whisper, then glided away.
The message had been brief and direct, "Let's fuck ... your room or mine?" The worst I could get was slap in the chops and the loss of twenty bucks, and I figured I had gotten at least that much pleasure from watching those unbelievable hips grind against each other as she had walked away from me in the anteroom.
I ordered a drink and waited. Finally, the maitre d' swept up to their table with a great flourish and presented the champagne. It must have been a good bottle because it had taken him over ten minutes to deliver it. And he was shrewd because he poured a small amount into her glass, waited until she sipped it, then handed her the note as her beautiful eyebrows arched in astonished appreciation at the bouquet of the wine.
Holding the wineglass in her left hand, she opened the note with her right. I watched closely for her reaction. She was cool, really cool. Not a glimmer of shock, disgust, or any other negative expression showed on her gorgeous visage, just a small enigmatic smile.
As she slipped the note into her small clutch bag beside her, she took another sip of wine. Then, as if savoring it, she ran her tongue slowly around the perimeter of her full, sensuous lips. My cock hardened as the pink tip of her tongue rolled around the second time, imagining it was my cockhead she was caressing. Slowly and deliberately she faced me and our eyes locked. Her soft luminous orbs bored boldly into my own, then scanned my frame, inch by inch.
To my delight, she inclined her head in my direction in a gesture of invitation. I was in front of her table like magic. "I hope you didn't think me too bold-about the wine, I mean."
Her sensuous mouth opened into a full seductive smile, exposing a double row of perfect white teeth. "Not at all. It's delicious. Now, won't you join us? This is my daughter, Carol, Mr.-"
"Norman," I replied. "Charles Norman. Hello, Carol."
"Hi," Carol said as she looked straight into my eyes. She was nearly as bold as mama. Teenagers normally get embarrassed in the presence of an adult situation, especially a male-female one.
"Good, Charles," mama said, her low husky voice exuding mature, full-bodied sexuality. "My name is Elizabeth Mann, but I'm sure you won't mind shortening it to Liz. In fact, I'm sure nothing daunts you."
I grinned at the sly allusion to my nerve. "'very little, Liz, very little. But a beautiful woman does become an immediate challenge."
"Ah, yes," she chuckled, "the male ego. Something quite familiar to me. Every female causes it to rise up and charge."
"A very interesting way of expressing it," I rejoined. "In fact, remarkably accurate in that it also covers a certain physical phenomenon."
Her breathing was faster now, as evidenced by the increase in the tempo at which her full breasts rose and fell as they billowed from the low-cut neckline of her gown. I was pleased by the effect and sat down between mother and daughter. I was barely settled when I felt the warm pressure of Liz's full round thigh against mine. My cock responded by swelling to full erection. I wondered if Carol would notice her mother's move. Apparently she didn't, because she continued eating her salad.
"Well, here we are," declared Liz. "Now that I've captured you, darling, I'll let you in on some news. You obviously don't recognize me or I'm sure you would never have joined us."
"Why not?" I replied as I poured some champagne into a glass. "I thought I made myself perfectly clear both verbally and otherwise."
"You mean your little note?" smiled Liz. "I was delighted. I like the straightforward approach; it's honest. That's always refreshing. No, I just want you to know who you're attempting to score with, darling. I'm Elizabeth Mann. I authored a rather militantly slanted book on Women's Lib. Fortunately, it caught on rather well and has made me financially independent. My poor husband couldn't stand the resulting publicity and limelight it placed me under."
"So what? He should have written a book, too, if it bothered him," I replied.
"I suppose that's what you would have done?" she inquired teasingly.
"Either that, or enjoyed the reflected glow of your success," I answered.
Wryly she nodded. "Well, my poor male pussycat simply lost his capacity to get it up. We were divorced a month later."
"You look devastated," I replied sarcastically.
"Crushed, doll, simply crushed," she grinned. Then seriously, "The only thing I regret is Carol's fanatic devotion to my work. I attribute it to her father's weakness as a male."
For the first time Carol spoke. "He wasn't worse than any other male, Mother," she said. Contempt literally dripped from her tone of voice. "As you pointed out many times, the male of the species is emotionally inadequate, sexually weak, and mentally deficient Muscle! It's the only strong thing about 'em, and even that's going to flab among eighty percent of the crop."
As I felt my temper begin to rise, Liz looked past me at her luscious teenager with a frustrated expression. "Carol, you're too extreme. I'm for equal rights for women. You ... well you're interpreting the idea as a revolution with women emerging as some kind of super-Amazon."
"Why not?" Carol replied wryly. "We'd all be better off."
My presence didn't seem to daunt her at all. Most kids would have at least had the couth to confine their thoughts in such a situation. I was really getting sore. I felt like belting the little twat right in her pretty chops, but I didn't want to foul up a good fuck with mama. Even so, I wasn't about to accept such lip meekly.
"Some young man is going to get a real bitch-kitty when he marries you, sweetie," I retorted.
"I do not intend to marry. The entire idea is repugnant," she snapped. Her blue eyes met mine and I saw she really was uptight on that subject.
"Well, like it or not, doll," I leered, "one of these days your hormones are going to get ripe and sex will rear its ugly head. Then what?"
Liz started to say something but before she could get it out, Carol replied. "Ah, yes! The male phallus syndrome. Actually, Mr. Norman a well constructed vibrator is supposed to be far superior to the normal male penis."
"Carol!" Liz snapped sharply. "That's enough. You're not only being rude, but impertinent as well. Go to your room. Now!"
"Yes, mama," replied the fiery little cunt, suddenly meek. Without so much as a goodbye to me, she slid out of the booth and left
"I'm sorry, Chuck," Liz sighed, "She's really a very mixed-up young gal. Anyway, let's don't let it ruin our evening. OK?" As she spoke, I felt a warm set ef strong supple fingers slide along the inside of my left thigh, squeeze, then move up to cover the hard bulge of my cock. "Mmmm," she continued with a rather patronizing tone, "at least you're one male who can get it up."
For some reason this angered me. Gorgeous or not, I vowed to shove her attitude up her luscious, firm ass. "Let's dance, baby, and please remember, I like to lead."
With a soft sneering chuckle she removed her hand and rose gracefully.
I guided her onto the crowded dance floor just as the band began to play a slow, sexy number. As I felt the smooth swell of her firm belly against mine, my balls began to tingle. She was really something. Her large breasts felt like hot balloons against my chest. As I negotiated a couple of smooth turns I felt her lush thigh slip between my legs. Simultaneously, the mound of her mons veneris bucked wantonly against my crotch.
The tingle in my groin increased to a deep throb and it took all my willpower to keep my cock from surging to full erection. Fuck her, I thought, she can shove her cunt up my ass and I'll still refuse to let her know she could cause me any discomfort.
My discipline, and lack of response, merely caused her to redouble her gyrations. She nearly dry-fucked me before the music stopped. Finally it did. And none too soon, either. My self-control was definitely beginning to weaken.
Not a word had passed between us during the silent crotch duel, but her breathing was far more rapid now.
"Well," I grinned, "your place or mine?"
"Mine, you bastard. You're either impotent or made out of concrete. How do I know you can get a hard-on? I did everything but jack you off on that dance floor."
"Now, now, Liz, honey, mustn't be nasty. Maybe you don't know the proper moves," I teased. "Let's find out. Come with ole Chuck, he'll see if you're as funky as you look."
As we walked to my room I pondered which approach would be best. I decided. I let her precede me into the room, turned on the light, and bolted the door.
She paused, turned and looked at me through half-closed eyes. "Undress me, doll. I'm so horny I honk. My pussy's so wet it squishes."
I'll bet it is, I thought to myself, you nearly had an orgasm on the dance floor. I'll bet you want me to service you like a little gentleman, too. Hah!
Softly I closed my hands over her heaving breasts. Grasping the neckline of her gown, I yanked with all of my strength. The flimsy material parted like tissue as I ripped the gown from her startled body.
"My dress!" she screamed. "You dirty bastard! Oh God! Lemme outta here. You're like all men-a dirty, violent pig!!"
As she lunged toward the door, gathering the fragments of her torn gown around her naked body, I grabbed her by the lush, thick crown of her hair and pulled her back.
"Liz, baby," I growled softly, "it's time you learned about men, real men, honey." I twisted her head down using her thick black hair as a handle. She crumpled and landed on her knees. I pulled again, tipping her head back so I could see her face. It showed stark fear. "Unzip my fly."
Stunned with fear, she fumbled with my zipper and finally opened my fly. I positioned her face directly in front of the open fly and let the full power of my loins flow into my cock. It uncoiled, burst through the opening, and stood out, throbbing and trembling in her face.
"Eat it!" I commanded. She didn't Tightening my grip on her hair with my right hand, I grabbed her jaws with my left, and pried them open with ease. As they opened wide, I thrust my cockhead into her gaping mouth and lunged. I felt the soft walls of her mouth engulf my rigid member. "Now, suck it, baby, or I'll break your jaws. No tricks, either. You bite, and it'll be goodbye pearly whites. False choppers wouldn't be too much fun."
I felt her relax a bit, then slowly she commenced a soft suckling motion on my cock. Gradually, it built up to an urgent, grasping motion as her lust overcame her fear and anger. In ten seconds her soft hot mouth was gliding, gliding, sucking, and caressing the hard length of my throbbing organ. She was a natural cocksucker because it excited her tremendously. A fine sheen of sweat covered her forehead, and her eyes were closed in ecstasy.
As her suckling became more frantic, she began to moan and twist her head, shoulders, and torso. Her fingers" closed over my swollen balls, squeezing and massaging them with lustful abandon. Her head oscillated back and forth like a piston as she-sought to urge forth my seed. She succeeded. I felt the hot surge of my gism both of my buttocks and forced my cock even deeper, as if to suck forth the last milky hot drop of my semen, erupt. Automatically my pelvis leapt forward and drove my erupting cock deep into her throat "OHHHEYAH! Swallow it, baby-all of it-AAAGHHHH."
She complied beautifully. In fact, her hands clutched Then, as my ejaculation finally came to a trembling halt, she did an unbelievably erotic thing: gently she clamped her teeth around the head of my softening cock and chewed. Almost instantly I felt the blood rush through my flaccid organ. It was hard again in two seconds, but before I could enjoy it she let my cock slip from her wet semen-soaked mouth.
"Oh, baby," I grunted, "you're a natural. A real magic-mouth. I've had blow-jobs, but ... wow!!!"
She languidly slumped backward onto the thickly carpeted floor and looked up at me through half-closed eyes. Her voluminous breasts rose and fell as she par t ed from her erotic exertions. Her large brown nipples were engorged, a sure sign she was extremely aroused. They stood up hard and taut like ripe young grapes. Her fingers glided over her rib cage, suddenly clutched at her breasts and squeezed. "Mmmm ... ohhhh ... you don't know! God, you don't know how I've dreamed of a real, honest-to-god stallion. Now, I need to be fucked, Chuck! Fuck me ... hard!"
Standing above her, I didn't answer, just feasted my hungry eyes. Her head rolled slowly from side to side amidst the fanned-out forest of her lush black hair. She was squeezing, kneading, caressing her swollen tits. The creamy smooth swell of her belly rippled with the erotic little undulations as the sensual shocks from her self-caressing rolled through her frame.
Beneath the flimsy fabric of the bikini panties encasing her lush, firm hips, buttocks, and crotch, the large swell of her mons was clearly defined, as were the thick lips of her cunt. A damp splotch told me she was wet and oozing with cunt-juice. Even the insides of her firm rounded thighs were glistening with cunt-honey where they joined her crotch. She was really ready to be fucked.
"Ohhh, Christ," she pleaded, "please put it in me ... I'm ... ohhh."
"Not yet, baby, not yet. I wanna just watch for a while. You're doing great," I answered, and continued to gaze at her mounting passion. It was enormously exciting to watch a broad excite herself this way.
She was really suffering now, and her pelvis began to heave and roll with quick urgent motions. She spread her lush, firm thighs wide open and began to thrust her mons upward in fuck-motions. In desperation, she slid her right hand under the bikini pants and her fingers slid into the pulsing cavern of her cunt-hole. "Ahhh ... ohhhh . mmmm...." she moaned softly.
Without a word, I leaned forward, slid my fingers into the waistband of the panties and skinned them off.
She didn't even pause in her masturbation. The sensual tide was too strong and it was sweeping her toward release. The two ringers of her right hand slithered in and out of the glistening folds of her gaping cunt faster, and faster-slurp, slurp, squish. I knew she would come soon at the rate her undulations and moans were growing, so I desperately tried to think of how I could come with her without jacking off.
Suddenly, she arched her undulating pelvis high in response to a particularly strong surge of excitement. As she did, I noticed the pink, puckered rosette of her anus. That was it!
Quickly, I grasped her bucking hips, raised them upward with a massive heave and positioned myself between her thighs with her buttocks atop my groin. My hard cock now was ensconced in the slick, deep crack of her meaty butt cheeks.
She didn't lose a single stroke with her fingers. Now they whipped in and out of her cunt like a piston, and her butt cheeks rose and fell on my thighs in wild rolling gyrations. My eyes weren't more than two feet away from this fingerfucking action. My cock literally surged with waves of lust and throbbed to an enormous, hard column.
I knew she'd orgasm any second. I guided my cock deeper into her butt crack as it leaped and rolled with her wild gyrations. I felt the head of it ease into the soft, moist anal opening. I lunged upward, burying several inches of my rigid organ into the soft warm depths of her asshole. She screamed and locked her full, round thighs around my waist in a strong leg lock.
"No ... OHHHH ... God. Take it out, you're splitting me in half ... the pain ... OHHH!"
"Relax, goddammit, or I'll ram it up your ass till it busts," I growled, and lunged. The walls of her anal canal spasmed, then seemed to melt into a hot, rubbery clasp about my cock. The feeling made the gism in my scrotum boil to eruption, but I controlled it with a fantastic mental effort.
"See," I grunted, "it's not so bad. Now, baby, give it hell. Fuck, baby, fuck my big hard cock with your asshole ... yeah, yeah, that's it ... faster .., yeah."
Her buttocks heaved, rolled, and pistoned up and down frantically causing my cock to pound deep into her ass. It was like a tight, slippery young cunt and gripped my pulsing member with sensual urgency.
Meanwhile, I was now gazing at her gaping cunt, fascinated by the action of her two fingers as they slithered frantically in and out of the hot, sticky folds of her cunt-hole. A strong sweet odor assailed my nose. Her cunt-musk was aromatic and triggered yet another level of lust in my senses.
As my eyes stayed glued to the glistening orifice of her cunt, I noticed she was missing contact with the juice-covered pearl of her clitoris. Slipping my fingers through the thick, juice-spattered thicket of her crisp black cunt-hair, I began fingering the taut, slippery flesh bud very rapidly.
That did it! "OHHHH ... OWWW GOD ... I'm ... AAAHHHGH ... YAHHH!" she screamed, and rocketed to orgasm in a series of sharp, rippling spasms. Her anal walls convulsed around my cock and I felt the strong rippling motions trigger my core, and I came in a flood of hot seed ... deep, deep into her asshole.
Exhausted, she rolled over, disengaging my shaft from her anus, and flopped onto her stomach.
"Oh, Jesus! God, what a feeling ... my ass feels like my cunt and my cunt is twitching like it's having a fit. But such a fantastic fit. Jesus, Chuck, I've never been assfucked, only read about it. It hurts, but it hurts good and wild. Oh, honey, that cock is ... it's...."
"Don't describe, doll, just enjoy. You sure know how to fingerfuck, baby," I told her.
"I should, I've had enough practice. My husband couldn't get the job done, so I had to," she chuckled, her voice still husky with lust. "Which reminds me, lover. I still haven't had that beautiful hard cock in my pussy."
"Baby, I just couldn't fuck you with it; I was much too fascinated by watching you finger that luscious thing. Besides, I gotta have a little rest break; I've shot my load twice now in less than twenty minutes."
"I give you ten minutes, lover," she said huskily, "then I'm gonna get cock-fucked or you may find yourself with two very sore balls." She rose and swayed into the bathroom, butt-cheeks grinding in sensual counter-rhythm against each other. The lady had a magnificent ass.
As I heard the water run, then splash, I knew she was cleaning the playpen for the next round. I lay back, lit a cigarette, and let my mind roll on. I wondered about Carol, her lush teenage daughter. Jesus, I thought, I'd love to fuck that juicy little pussy, especially since it would very much be against her desires. Cunts who resist really turn me on. God, I'll bet that's a sweet juicy little cavern, I mused. The thoughts made my cock come back to life.
Just then the phone rang. Elizabeth rushed out from the bathroom with her large, naked breasts jouncing in every direction. Flopping across the bed, she grabbed the phone. "Mrs. Mann here. Oh, Carol, where are ... what ... yes, dear, I'll be there in five minutes. Nothing, darling, just relaxing. Carol! How dare you even suggest such a thing. That's better. Tell them I'll be there in a few minutes. I certainly don't want to keep the press waiting. Yes, dear, 'bye."
"What's up," I queried.
With a little chuckle she reached over and grasped my erect phallus playfully. "You, darling, you. Shit, I still haven't felt that gorgeous thing in my pussy."
"So, don't go wherever you're going. It'll take me considerably more than five minutes to fuck you till your ass explodes."
"Business, darling. A press conference. The local press ran across Carol in the lounge. She unwittingly told 'em I would be happy to talk with 'em right away. How could my virginal daughter suspect her mother was getting fucked out of her gourd?"
"The girl must be taught certain things, doll. Number one: mama must have a little private time for fucking," I retorted good-naturedly. "Well, get your beautiful butt in gear and I'll see you tomorrow."
"Lovely, darling. I have an appointment with a local publisher but I should be back here by ten a.m. Just come on in and make yourself comfortable. Contemplate my return. I'll expect an extra rigid hard-on since I gave you my ... well, you know."
I dressed and left. Back in my own room I poured myself a nice long scotch, sipped it for a half-hour, and then hit the sack. My dreams were a rerun of my cock plunging deeply into Liz's ass. Jesus, what a fuck it had been.
I had breakfast at eight o'clock the next morning, then hit the pool for a few fast laps before the crowd arrived. As I finished, and emerged from the pool, Carol sat waiting in a lounge chair some yards away. She was clad in a snow white bikini which left very little to the imagination.
"Hi," she said in greeting. Her eyes were not on my face, however, but boldly fastened on the bulge of my cock and balls. My male bikini also left very little to the imagination. She was really taking her time in examining my equipment.
I returned the compliment. My eyes scanned her soft full lips, large blue eyes, and chiseled nose. They were very, very exquisite, especially those full sensual lips which were now slightly parted as if breathless.
Leaving these lovely facial accoutrements, I allowed my eyes to bore into her torso. Her full young breasts swelled and strained against the flimsy bikini bra, nipples clearly defined and taut. I could almost taste their succulence. Lowering my gaze, the full swell of her mons caused my cock to swell. An inch below, two full labial folds formed a perfect notch between full ripe thighs. They moved slightly, or so I imagined, as my eyes carefully covered each quarter-inch of that luscious twat.
"Mr. Norman, don't you know it isn't polite to stare," she said. Her voice reflected a slight tremor and the timbre was lower than usual.
With a lewd expression on my kisser, I retorted, "Just returning the compliment, little lady."
She blushed violently. "I was merely assessing what my mother found so enticing. I saw both of you last night. It's the first time mother has ever sneaked on me."
"What did you see," I asked warily.
"Oh for Christ sake, Mr. Norman, quit treating me like some moronic teenybopper. I know what sexual intercourse is about."
"Oh," I mumbled. The little cunt must have been pulling a peeping-tom bit when Liz and I had been engrossed in our fuck. "Look, your mother is a full-grown woman, baby. She's got a right to sex, even if she isn't married."
"Who said she didn't," Carol replied. "In fact, I'm very glad she found somebody who turns her on."
"Well now, that's very mature of you," I grinned.
"However," Carol continued, "she betrayed our agreement."
"Hah."
"You wouldn't understand," she answered, "but I'll try to explain. You see, mother swore to me she'd never engage in such activities unless I could share them, until I was old enough to experience them on my own. That's the only reason I agreed to join with her against my dad during the divorce action. One word from me and she loses her entire image as the shining light of Women's Liberation."
I was really perplexed. I saw absolutely no connection. I suppose my face showed it, too.
"Oh come on, Mr. Norman. If you're so ignorant about it I'll make it simple. If the really militant women's lib sector, who form the main portion of mama's supporters, ever found out she let a male-well, do what you did, she'd be finished." She was referring to my ass-fucking, no doubt, and I could just imagine how such an act would affect a hard-core women's lib type. Christ, they wouldn't accept the man-on-top position.
"You'd have to prove it, though," I ventured.
"I believe full color, eight mm movies would suffice, don't you?" she retorted with a smug smile on her lovely puss.
"You little cunt," I exclaimed, "how in the-"
"As a very pampered young lady, mama has allowed me every privilege. I've become very expert at infrared photography. Every motel we enter, I set up at least one such source in her bedroom. By the way, the films are already safe in the care of a very good friend."
"OK, so you're a real sharp broad, but why?" I asked.
"Mama has been very strict about boys, Mr. Norman. I've never dated any male without my mother as chaperone. I hate it! But, as long as she denied herself, I felt it was fair. Now she's changed all that. You may find it hard to believe, but young girls get horny, too. God, the nights I've tossed and turned."
"Mmmm...." I couldn't think of an answer to such a boldly frank and honest statement. I'd never encountered such a unique set-up between a parent and child. She had something on her mind, though, otherwise why tell me all this. "So why tell me, Carol? Just blow the whistle on your mom."
"You can prevent that, Chuck," she said, rising gracefully from the chaise lounge and swaying provocatively toward me. The swollen mound of her mons swung back and forth between those lush ripe thighs like a succulent fruit. "How?" I stammered.
She embraced me, shoving the luscious cunt mound against my cock. "Fuck me," she whispered, "right now."
My cock wilted. She was young and she knew it. If her mamma ever found out, I'd be behind bars in a twinkling. On the other hand, Liz wouldn't be back until....
"Baby, it's a deal, but let's get goin'."
Once safely behind the closed doors of my room, I began to have second thoughts. It was risky, at best. Unfortunately, my second thoughts came too late. Carol had skinned off her skimpy bikini and stood naked before me. God, what a body she had. Full, meaty breasts stood proudly erect, capped with two of the most delicious nipples I'd ever seen. Below the smooth creamy swell of a perfect expanse of belly, a golden white tuft of pubic hair crowned her magnificent young mons veneris.
"Fuck me, Chuck, hurry. I'm so ... ohhh god, fuck me," she murmured huskily, and lay back on the bed with her glorious ripe thighs spread wide. Between lay the most delicious young cunt in the world. Pink turgid lips spread slightly, exposing the soft pink petals of her labia minora. My cock sprang to full erection and I knelt alongside the bed.
"Oh baby, that's eatin' stuff," I groaned. "Open your legs, honey, let pappa show you how it feels to have a good tongue in that delicious little pussy."
Swinging her widespread thighs around, she locked my head between their soft, moist walls and commenced bucking her pelvis up and down. A sweet, moist aroma of cunt assailed my nose as I buried my face in the crisp golden thatch of her cunt hair, and probed with my tongue. I forced the tip of my tongue into the slick pink furrow. It was sopping wet with hot, sweet cunt juice. Carefully, I licked the swollen shaft of her clitoris, avoiding the throbbing pip at the tip.
"Ohhh yes, yes," she moaned, "eat me ... I knew it would be good, but never like ... Ohhh God ... deeper ... harder ... there, there ... owww."
She arched powerfully, grinding her cunt hard against my probing tongue. I buried my hands in the heavy ripe meatiness of her young butt-cheeks and rotated them slowly. This made her moans grow louder and more urgent. Carefully, I slid my tongue downward and circled the hot juicy ridge around the vestibule of her vagina. Immediately, she shuddered, and my tongue felt an oozing deluge of more hot cunt-juice. She was really ready. In fact, I thought she would come before I could get my throbbing cock into the convulsing depths of her cunt.
At that precise moment the door opened. I withdrew my head from Carol's leaping crotch and stared into the angry eyes of Elizabeth.
"You no-good, dirty male pig," she shrieked and flew at me with the swift lithe spring of a she-tiger. Before I could avoid her lunge, the nails of her left hand raked my shoulder. I whirled, grabbed her from behind, and locked her arms. She kicked, twisted, and pulled while the blue invectives colored the air. "Pig! Cock-mad pig! A little girl, my girl! I'll have you put away so far, so long ... ohhh."
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Carol leap from the bed and rush out of the room with her lush buttcheeks bouncing sensually. Ah ha! So she was gonna let mama lie and she'd swear too, I thought.
I threw Liz onto the bed hoping I could retrieve my clothes and split. No dice! She sprang right back at me with claws bared. "Cocksucker, dirty ass-fucker ... when I'm through you'll wish you had never seen a cunt," she hissed and her right hand streaked for my genitals. Fortunately, I blocked her blow. Fuck you, sister, I thought, and clouted her sharply across the tits. It knocked her onto the bed again.
"Hold it, Mama dear! Stop it!" Carol's voice cut through the volatile atmosphere like a cold harsh wind. "It wasn't Chuck's idea; it was mine."
Still rubbing her full tits to erase the sting of my blow, a look of amazed disbelief flushed her face, only to be replaced by another of incredible belief. "Why, Carol, why?" she choked. "You're not some teenage tramp. I've always taught you to be a lady."
"Ladies also become women, Mama, and have twats that ache for a man's cock," Carol said bitterly. "At least that's what I think you had in your pussy last night. Look!"
There, in a large, full color photo was Liz's gaping wet cunt with a thick, rigid cock buried halfway into the steaming hot depths. It wasn't mine either; the black pubic hair didn't match my reddish bush. Evidently mama was getting her cock in every town.
"You little bitch," hissed Liz, grabbing at the photo, "how did you-"
A sneer writhed across Carol's sensuous young face. "Well, Mama, a young 'lady' must have-some outlet or hobby. Photography is mine. You'd be surprised at the picture taking opportunities at motels and hotels; I got some real beauts; and Mama, a lot of 'em are of you. Boy, wouldn't your sponsors and publisher love to see the great Woman Liberationist sucking the dripping cock of a male chauvinist pig ... wow."
"You wouldn't dare!" Liz choked. Her face turned pale at the implication of what such a revelation would do to her very lucrative career.
"Not if you'll start sharing, Mama," cooed Carol. "Little ole me gets horny, too, and from now on, Mother dear, I get my share of fucking. We'll alternate. You fuck 'em first sometimes, then me. Other times I'll get first shot"
Liz's face portrayed a wide range of emotions in rapid sequence. I felt sorry for her, but I agreed with her daughter. The pungent musky flavor of Carol's young cunt was still in my mouth. She was ready to assume full privileges in the sex department
"I'm just a male, but Liz, I think she's gotcha by the twat," I ventured. "Get her fixed-up with an IUD, or pills, and let her fuck away."
"Starting with you, I suppose," Liz retorted wryly. "Shit! Why not? But on one condition, Carol ... Mama has to be present. No lovers, you're liable to get hurt by some nut if you try it without company."
"Super," sighed Carol. "Now, Chuck, where were we when Mama interrupted? Ah! I remember; you were sucking my clitoris. Let's pick it up there. Mama can watch."
"Watch, hell!" Liz exclaimed. "Baby, you and me are about to-become prick-pals."
"Wow ... how groovy," Carol giggled, then lay back on the bed, spread those round firm thighs, and beckoned me downward. "Suck me, Chuck, I'm. still throbbing inside."
I glanced at Liz. I wasn't sure about the whole deal. "What are you gonna do?"
She was skinning off her clothes as she answered. "Don't worry, doll, I'll find things to do. Go on; give her a good fuck; it's time she experienced a good hard cock, and you got a beauty."
So, as I knelt between Carol's ripe, open thighs, Liz settled alongside me to observe. Her own nude body merely made the situation more erotic. My cock rose to full erection as I scanned the pink petals of Carol's open cunt. She spread even wider and the flesh petals seemed to blossom outward, glistening with a translucent film of vaginal secretions. In the center of her flesh blossom, a ridge-like shaft protruded from beneath, turgid and throbbing. At the tip, a pink-pearl bud peeked from the taut sheath of her clitoral shaft. It was slick with juice and was growing to full erection.
Delicately, I flicked it with my tongue. "Ohhh," Carol moaned. Another flick and another moan. Slipping my hands under her lush, ripe buttocks, I buried my fingers in the soft meaty billows of her butt-cheeks and buried my mouth in the hot juicy folds of her writhing cunt. As I laved the throbbing length of her clitoral shaft, she arched, writhed with ecstasy, and commenced a slow, rolling, undulating grind with her sweet, succulent crotch.
Faster and faster I licked and probed, savoring the briny-sweet taste of her cunt-meat.
"Ohhh ... Mama, Mama ... it's sooooo good ... aahhh ... my whole crotch feels like it'll explode from this delicious wild sensation ... faster, deeper ... hurry, ohhhh ... yesss."
I clasped the swollen, throbbing tip of her slick clitoris with my lips and rolled my tongue around and around its taut circumference. She jerked violently upward, driving her cunt hard against my face. "OHHH ... GOD ... JESUS ... FASTER ... EAT ME FASTER!" Her entire body rippled and writhed as she started to climb the peak of ultimate sensual delight and I played her carefully upward, savoring the erotic sensation of loosing the fires of lust in a beautiful young virgin.
Suddenly, I felt the tip of my cock enveloped by hot, wet walls of sucking flesh. Liz had thrust her head between my kneeling thighs and lay on her back beneath my hanging cock and balls. She had pulled my throbbing cock down and ingested the rigid shaft into her mouth. As her voracious, greedy mouth glided up and down my gleaming shaft, her nimble fingers massaged, fondled, and kneaded my swollen testicles. A series of hot flashing shocks rippled through my groin and waves of lust rolled through my body.
She was sucking me frantically, almost as if to distract me from the writhing sweetness of Carol's leaping cunt. It merely drove me to redouble my efforts. Hardening my tongue, I drove it deep into the steamy, pungent depths of Carol's cunt-hole and flicked it in and out with quick thrusts. On each stroke I lashed the clitoral bauble with a sharp flick.
In less than ten such strokes the walls of Carol's convulsing vagina squeezed tightly closed and a series of wracking convulsions rippled through her pelvis as she rocketed into a thundering, mind-shattering orgasm.
"YEEEOWWW ... OOOWWW...." she screamed and locked her writhing thighs around my head, imprisoning my mouth in the convulsing depths of her orgasming cunt.
The sensation triggered my own orgasm and I rammed downward sharply, plunging my erupting cock deep into Liz's pumping mouth. With a sharp cry I ejaculated my hot seed into her hungry mouth ... one ... two ... three spurts of my gism gushed. She swallowed it all, then sucked hard, milking out another load. Then, with a last final roll of her tongue around my throbbing glans, she slid her mouth off my cock.
"Mmmm ... delicious, doll. I love hot semen. It tastes sooo ... well, funky and male," she said huskily, then turned to look at Carol. "Mmmmm ... you seem to have done a good job, Chuckie; she's still trembling. Seeing her like this ... well she is lovely, isn't she?"
Lying on her back with her long golden hair spread fanwise beneath her head, Carol's face was still flushed. Her full soft lips were parted and her breathing was heavy and erratic. The firm mounds of her tits moved and bounced as she breathed. Her soft creamy belly trembled and the pink ridges of her labia shone through the silver-blonde thatch of pubic hair adorning the crown of her luscious mons veneris.
Something in Liz's expression as she gazed at her daughter's naked trembling body made me study her more closely. Her large brown eyes glittered from beneath half-closed eyelids, her thick sensual lips were slack and her breathing rather erratic. She was either being aroused by Carol's nakedness, or I was nutty as hell. After all, it wouldn't be the first time mothers dug their daughters via the lesbo route.
I leaned back and lit a cigarette. Liz appeared to be in a trance, well almost. Finally, she blinked her eyes, shook her head, and looked over at me with those same lust-filled eyes blazing. "She's really a very sexy little gal."
"Yeah," I grunted, "real sexy. Her pussy tastes so good, ya hate to put it down, so moist, firm, and fresh. Too bad women aren't AC/DC; they're missing a whole world of sensual delight."
Her eyes swung slowly back to the pink slit under the golden bush between Carol's ripe widespread thighs. I could almost hear the wheels turn.
She was so absorbed in looking at Carol's cunt she failed to see Carol coolly watching. I saw it though and it aroused me.
Carol was enjoying her mother's examination, and scanning her mother's lush tits, belly, and crotch. Liz suddenly glanced up and saw what I observed. She flushed crimson.
"Hey," she exclaimed petulantly, "if this is 'sharesies' it's my turn, daughter dear."
"Oh, Mama, it was just wild. I could just kiss you for agreeing to let me ... you know."
"Why don't you?" I said meaningfully and bored deep into her eyes with a piercing look that said "Eat your mama's lovely cunt."
She was a bold little twat. She threw her arms around Liz's neck and planted her mouth on her mother's full lips with open lust. Their breasts meshed against each other in a melding of lush ripe tit-meat. I was in for a real voyeur's delight if Liz reciprocated.
She did! Her full lips opened and she probed Carol's hungry mouth in a deep french kiss, while her fingers roamed the peaks and valleys of her daughter's back, buttocks, and thighs. Her searching fondling fingers finally slid lustfully over Carol's smooth belly and came to rest in the thick golden tuft between her lush young thighs. Then, with a skillful thrust, her long tapered middle finger slid into the furrow of Carol's pink labial fold, probing deep into her cunt opening.
"Ahhh ... ooohhh Mama, Mama, let me do you like Chuck did me ... please, Mama, please," moaned Carol, and lowered her head downward between Liz's slowly opening thighs. "Oh, Mama, it's beautiful, so soft, so moist, so alive and warm."
"Oh God," moaned Liz, "I must be crazy, darling, but I want you to suck me, love me, and make my cunt leap with lust. Eat me, dear, eat Mama's cunt."
With a sharp little cry of lust, Carol buried her face in Liz's crisp thatch of pubic hair and commenced eating, licking, and probing the folds, crevices, and vestibule of her mother's bucking, twisting cunt.
Her position was mind-shattering to me. She was on her knees, ass high and head deep between Liz's luscious open thighs. Thus positioned, her well developed butt cheeks faced me. I was looking straight into the sopping wet cunt lips couched between those fresh, ripe buttocks. As she squirmed and swayed in her suckling, I gazed with fascination at those lovely cunt-lips. They began to open and close in rhythmic dilations as her own sensations rose to more erotic heights. I rolled up into a kneeling position directly in back of those rolling, gyrating white mounds and inserted the tip of my cock into the moist crevice of her butt-cheeks. I felt the throbbing tip of my penis engage the hot, juicy vestibule of her cunt-hole. Burying the finger of each hand deep in the sweating hot flesh of her young thighs, I entered her cunt with a smooth, slow thrust; savoring the firm juicy clasp of her hot young cunt around my cock. I felt the head of my cock strike a barrier-her hymen.
Of course, she was a virgin! I'd forgotten that in my eagerness to fuck the luscious, hot young cunt.
As I stopped my penetration, she lunged backward, ramming my cock hard against the membrane barrier. It ripped open and I lunged deep into her cunt-hole, ramming the tip of my cock deep, deep, deep.
"Fuck her, baby, fuck her like a wild stallion takes a young mare." Liz's eyes gazed into mine, sparkling with lust. She was urging me to fuck her own daughter while her daughter was suckling her to the edge of flesh's ultimate desire.
"Do it, baby, she's driving me absolutely wild. Take her to the heights of woman's purpose and desire ... fuck her deep, long, and hard. Hurry!"
I began with long smooth thrusts, in and out, in and out, letting the thick ridge of my large glans massage the slick tight walls of Carol's young vagina. As they responded to this action, I alternated my plunging strokes with a slow rotary motion which caused my cock to twist inside the hot sopping cavern. This drove her wild with lust and her buttocks rolled, undulated and ground against my own fuck motions until we were in perfect rhythm.
It was a wild savage fuck from then on. Deeper and more savagely I lunged, my cock whipping in and out of her convulsing young cunt with vicious ramming strokes. Several times the hot thick ball of gism in my scrotum began to erupt but I controlled it until she was ready.
As I fucked, I watched Liz. Her head was snapping from side to side as Carol's lashing tongue drove deeper and deeper into the luscious cunt of her mother. Liz's moans of pleasure were becoming shrieks of lust as she writhed, bucked, and rolled toward orgasm.
"Ohhhh ... Jesus! God, God ... that tongue! Like a snake in my cunt ... Oohh, I'M COMING. EAT, SUCK, FUCK, OWWW ... GOD!!"
She arched high, her back nearly two feet off the floor, and her pelvis jerked in wild spasms as the violent grip of her orgasm wracked her frame. As she came, Carol's cunt muscles rippled like a python and locked around my cock, sucking the hot stream of gism from my scrotum into the deep convulsing cavern of her twitching twat. I lunged violently and let myself go with the electric waves of orgasm coursing through my entire body.
"AAAGGGHHH ... there, there. Take it, baby, all my hot seed ... Ahhhgggh."
She did. Just like her mother, the walls of that young cunt rippled like fingers and milked me dry, then released my limp organ from its hot dripping clasp.
Exhausted, sated, and thoroughly fucked-out, I rolled onto my back and enjoyed the tingling after-sensations of such a wild fuck. It was delicious. I hadn't had a young cunt in nearly two months.
Carol was resting her head on Liz's chest, with those firm meaty tits acting as pillows. Liz was caressing Carol's nipples and expressing her delight. "Wonderful! Just marvelous, darling. From now on we fuck like whores and really begin to enjoy each other's body. I want to explore every fold, crevice, and secret place on your beautiful body."
"Me too, Mama, me too. But let's don't forget how good and wild a man's hard cock can feel. Wow! He's a real stallion," Carol replied as she fondled the limp length of my cock with grateful fingers.
"We won't forget, dear. Before Chuck decides to move on, we'll fuck him to death," Liz chuckled.
I stayed in Scottsdale for another week and they kept their promise. My cock was raw from the violent grasp of their cunts when I left. I hoped I would be healed by the time I arrived in Florida.