Chapter 6
Mona, for some time, had been fascinated by the intrigue in her home.
When Anita came to the house at first, Mona had been enchanted by the girl, her exquisite body and style. The girl had a lovely oval face, golden hair, a delicacy of figure, with the promise of sensuality in her breasts and hips. She also had an excellent mind and was amusing.
Mona felt herself strangely attracted and somewhat protective, especially with a jock like Bert restlessly prowling the house.
Mona was a celebrity who dashed about in an orbit of social affairs and sometimes other affairs, discreetly concealed of course from Arnold, her husband.
Poor Mona, left alone quite often because Arnold's job kept him overseas, had to search out her own amusements, and often they could be erotic.
Mona was descended from one of the prestigious social families in Washington, and her connections were impressive.
Her first marriage to a famous French industrialist made headlines. He was enormously wealthy, but older, in fact, had children close to Mona's age, who, incidentally, were jealous of their young stepmother.
Her Frenchman was not only famous for wealth, but for appetite. One day he wolfed down an indelicate amount of Cornish hen, which, unfortunately, stuck in his throat. Before help could reach him he expired.
Poor Mona, who had married him for two reasons-his money and his charm, in that order-found herself bereft of both, for he had neglected to make a second will entitling his wife to part of his huge estate.
In court the jealous children clobbered poor Mona, so that she came off with a pittance. For rescue from economic wreckage, Mona grabbed Arnold Pierpont Jones, who, at the time, was in Athens, trying to bribe a general, as usual, to buy planes.
Arnold was rugged, rich, something of a wizard, and actually with a taste for a sexpot like Mona, who operated as a celebrity on the world stage.
She was built, Arnold thought, like a marble outhouse with super social credentials. So he married her, carried her to Southampton-on-the-sea, where she took up wifely duties in the overheated bed of Arnold, and mothering duties to her stepson, Bert and finally, also, to the delicious young baby doll, Anita.
Mona was liberated in the world of sex, and when the passion bite was on her, she could go both ways.
She loved the sporting life, played tennis, and did a torrid turn on the mattress when things were absolutely discreet.
She had begun to suspect intrigue one night when a late coffee kept her tossing in bed. She heard a suspicious sound, then the opening of Anita's bedroom door and the whisper of voices.
As a sophisticated woman of the world, Mona was not startled by hanky-panky between the cousins.
Her problem was that her own goatish lusts were left often unsatisfied with Arnold away. She knew that Bert had a letch for her, something hard for a young stud to hide. It just seemed natural for a kid his age, with a rage in his cock to crave a nubile stepmother, especially one designed like her. Mona did not underestimate her impact on boys of Bert's age.
When she discovered that Bert was pussy-whipping the sweet Anita, her feelings were quite mixed. An amused tolerance, yes, but also the pang of jealousy, as if their fleshy games of cock and cunt had put her on the sidelines. In short, she felt left out of an amusing game.
Being left out was a beastly hang-up since childhood, for her older sister and brother had often left her out, declaring her too young for their games.
As the intrigue of the cousins went on, she made a point of attending to them, the opening of bedroom doors, the whispers, and the laughing. Once she got up, and silently padded on the rug to Anita's bedroom to hear the thump of flesh on flesh, a sound to send her up the wall.
It's a private affair, she thought on her way back. But Mona neglected to judge her own erotic reactions, and shortly found herself with a finger in her cunt, massaging her clit and fantasizing the two kids locked with her in orgy.
The fantasy took on a fiery intensity in her head and one night she came home from a social, high on martinis, and very frustrated.
She lay in bed with a rage in her cunt, when the usual whispers started, and the door opened and shut.
That did it for Mona. She put on a filmy gown that clearly showed her flawless, pear-shaped tits, her shapely hips, even the puss hair that delicately covered her lovely cunt.
She waited, weaving a bit drunkenly, until she figured they would be deep in sex combat, then went softly to Anita's door, softly turned the knob, and opened it.
The room had a strong smell of pot, and on the bed, Bert was straddled over Anita's tits with his cock planted firmly in her mouth.
Mona could see his thick, powerful cock half buried in Anita's throat, the rest of her lovely body stretched on the bed, thighs open, golden puss hairs barely covering her sweet-looking cunt.
Because they were both high from pot, Mona's presence did not discombobulate them. They just stared.
The sight of Mona's gorgeous body clearly seen through the thin gown hypnotized Bert. He could see her cunt and breasts, and the sight made his cock go harder in Anita's mouth.
"Don't let me interrupt. I heard you both playing, and I confess it made me feel lonely, and left out. You both having fun, and me all alone."
Although at first Bert felt a touch of embarrassment at her entrance, these words turned it around, in fact gave him comfort. She seemed not to blame them, but sounded sad at not being part of the fun.
Bert felt a shot of lust and longed for her to join their game.
Anita, feeling also unblamed, her mouth loaded with cock, had no further impulse than to go on eating, which seemed to diminish her nervousness and increase her pleasure.
"Join us if you want. Right. Anita?"
Anita's mouth was too gorged with a gorgeous cock for her to talk, so she just waved and secretly wondered how Mona could join, since she, Anita, had the only cock in the house.
Mona then slipped out of her gown, and her body looked like that of the goddess Circe, long-waisted, flowless tits, super ass.
Bert had to feast his eyes on the sweet cunt that he had always craved to see under her tight slacks.
As for Mona, she stood transfixed, envious that Anita had hold of the one male meat in the party. Bert's cock, she had to confess, jolted her, for though she had often seen the bulge in his pants, she'd had no idea of its devastating size, especially as it moved with majesty in and out of Anita's clinging mouth.
The juices began to simmer in Mona's cunt, but alas, for the moment there was no way for her to get hold of that horrendous hunk of meat, so she did the next best thing.
She climbed into the bed, got between Anita's shapely thighs, looking at the charming cunt with the glistening pussy lips, and put her mouth on Anita's seething pussy, kissing it, spreading it, then inserting her darting tongue.
The young, tender flesh had a sweet musky scent, and Mona found it fascinating to lick. She let her breasts rub against Anita's thighs at the same time.
Anita, her mouth full of a magnificent hard, found it delightful to feel at the same time, a passionate tongue titillating her pussy. Until this moment, Anita had never been sexually touched by a woman, and she found it strange, delicious, divinely exciting to have her pussy tongue-whipped.
Now Bert, really turned on by the presence of Mona, felt a ferocious desire to eat her pussy, and so he slipped sideways to Anita, so that she could go on with her oral caresses while he got hold of Mona's thighs, spread them and put his mouth to her pussy. As befit a beautifully formed woman, her pussy, too, was quite perfect, and his eye and his mouth delighted in caressing it. He felt dynamite excitement, too, from the taboo factor-his stepmother. Wow, what a turn-on! It made him go real violent in her vagina with his tongue; which made her do a great job on Anita, which in turn made her suck his cock like it was the ultimate lollipop!
He felt himself starting to go off, his cock swelling in Anita's mouth, and he fought it because he wanted to see his cock in Mona's mouth, to go off in her, He stopped dead on the sucking, pulled his cock away from Anita, who, all prepared for the blast, let it go with a grieving look.
He grinned, turning toward Mona, who stared at him with greedy eyes.
"Take my cock in your mouth, Mona," he said.
"Nasty little boy," she smiled, and took his cock in her mouth, putting her lips about it, running her tongue over it, under it, and holding onto his balls, as she did it.
He watched her with popping eyes, amazed to see the beautiful Mona with her lips firmly wreathed about his cock, sucking it, jiggling his balls. He adored her face, and looked at the clear, exquisitely boned face, still unlined, against his burly, purple cock. It was obscene and exciting, and a great surge of lust swept over him, so that he grabbed her face, and started to fuck her mouth, thrusting his cock hard into her throat. She receiving him, overwhelmed by his passion.
Below, she could feel Anita, who finally in turn went down to Mona's pussy, and wanting to be part of a three-way sex thing, she started licking Mona's cunt.
That did it for Mona, for she felt Bert's great cock expand and burst, shooting a hot load of cum down her throat, which she proceeded to swallow with professional skill.
And Anita, hearing the groans of cum from Bert, really took off on Mona, so that Mona, too, felt the love juices really pour, felt her cunt go off.
She licked Bert clean, feeling his cock go soft in her mouth, then looked down at Anita, who was rubbing her clit, trying for an orgasm, too.
"You beautiful little cunt," she said, smiling at Anita, "Oh, Mona, you are the beauty here."
"No, darling. I'm thirty-eight. It's all behind me."
Bert grinned. "There's plenty behind you Mona. A really great ass."
"You must fuck it someday, Bert."
"Nothing I'd like better."
So for a time they lay on the bed, their bodies touching each other, enjoying the sight of each other-Anita's young white body with the fast developing bosom, and pink nips, Mona with the sensual curves, almost like a Greek sculpture of Aphrodite. And Bert with his ribbed stomach muscles, his strong thighs and legs, built symmetrically, like an athlete.
The problem of course was that Bert had been fucking so much of late that his sex weapon now lay weary, lay like a limp, curled flower, ready to doze a day before returning to the world of riotous sex.
Mona, on the other hand, felt at the moment a lot of frantic impulses in her pussy. And the sight of Anita's exquisite young figure, looking stainlessly pure, threw her into the hot quivers.
Mona glanced at Bert in the throes of weariness. "I can see honey, that your pushups have put you out of the game."
"Well, Mona, I've been a bit active lately."
"I understand." Mona's hand went smoothly and softly over the shapely thigh of the young girl. "Still, I have to confess that I feel a lot of lowdown lust. And here is this baby doll lying here. I just wonder, Anita, if you too are tired?"
Anita smiled. "I don't think I ever tire of sex. My body feels like a violin that needs a player."
Bert was a bit pissed off, for it always seemed to him unfair that females never had to erect, did not have to discharge juice, which, after all, was nothing but the stored energy of the body, carefully distilled into the balls-and ready to spawn the human race.
Women could actually go on and on with their blasted orgasms, and they seemed never to tire.
He looked at his limp dick, and knew that he could lash it to rise again, but that would deaden him, put him on the shelf for a day. No, he was not going to beat a dead horse to death for these two frantic cunts.
He grinned, then. What could be more amusing than to see their curving, luscious bodies entangled with each other. Like eating each other's cunts! What could be better than that?
At least he could get visual kicks from seeing Mona eating the little sex kitten! So he said to Anita, "I know you'd rather have a stud feed you both a feast of cock. But you'll have to settle for second best. Why not eat each other?"
Mona gave him her sophisticated smile. "I thought you'd never say it, boy." All this time, her hand had been softly stroking Anita, her breasts, her thighs, her mound of Venus.
And she smiled. "I'm so glad you've given us a green light to enjoy each other."
And with that she bent her head and put her tongue on Anita's tit, and licked it and sucked it, over and over.
She was very deliberate about it, Bert thought, aware that a licked tit releases a whole string of sensations that plunge right down to the pussy.
It was marvelous to see the dreamy look steal over Anita's face as the slow sexual excitement began to build.
Mona, with the art of a master seductress, then went to the other breast and did the delicate job of tit titillation. Her hand, all this time, kept up a smooth stroking on Anita's velvety body.
She then stooped down to the cunt, while Anita, as if given some deep instinctive signal, went down to Mona's cunt, and they began to eat each other.
The flow of sensations never quite stopped for them, and Bert, watching, thought their curved, white, exquisite bodies looked spectacular.
He really got a fabulous turn-on watching them, and if you can get an erection in the eyeballs, then it really happened to him.
He watched their tongues moving with superb skill, fluttering in their cunts, to unleash what was apparently a great surge of thrills.
For Anita's body began to shake like a slender tree in a tornado, victim to a tremendous gust of excitement.
She twisted and turned, but couldn't escape the fiery ecstasy of Mona's tongue. It was unquestionably one of the great orgasms when she went off.
Mona, too, joined her with the moans and groans and body twisting.
They lapped each other's cunt juices lovingly, and Bert felt a mix of sex excitement and jealousy.
He stood up, his cock half hard. "That was a beautiful scene. I'm afraid you cunts will reach the time when you can do without cocks."
Mona laughed merrily. "Don't you ever believe it, baby. Cocks are kings."
Nevertheless, she did lean over and kiss Anita, their breasts pressed against each other.
Bert trotted off to his bathroom, thinking. "I wonder if there's a bit of lesbian in every woman?"