Chapter 9
For the most part it had been a fun evening. They all went to the nearby harness race track, where the men bet and lost a few dollars while the women cheered their husbands on, and Zip had stood around quietly and simply watched.
At the track, Andy had started loading up on beers, and by the time they had gotten back to the cabin, he was almost out of it. He went to the refrigerator, took out one more beer, guzzled it down, then staggered to his bedroom where he collapsed, fully clothed, on one of the twin beds. He started snoring almost immediately, and Helen knew an earthquake wouldn't have awakened her husband.
She felt ashamed of herself because she knew she was going to call Zip into her room, and the two of them would spy on his parents. She had often wondered what it would be like to watch Joe and Maggie fuck away. Maggie for all her outward prudish-ness, seemingly knew all the tricks in the business, what with being a nurse and having watched her fellow nurses screwing with various doctors and patients. Maggie was that rarity, a faithful wife, but Helen sometimes had the feeling that Maggie's fidelity was not due so much to righteousness as it was to a fear of getting caught. Helen sincerely believed her friend would have been bunny-fucking if she felt herself able to get away with it.
Wearing only a nightgown, Helen opened her door and peered into the main room. It was dark, with a slice of moonlight coming in through one of the windows and scrawling itself across the floor.
Walking to Zip's room, she boldly opened the door without knocking. The boy was wearing pajama bottoms, and nothing else. She walked over to him, put her arms around him, and kissed him hungrily, saying, "You're right. Andy's fast asleep and he won't wake up."
The two of them hurried back to her room, shutting the door and moving quietly, turning off the one lamp on the night table between the twin beds. Not only were they worried about the possibility of waking Andy, something that was virtually impossible, but they didn't want to be heard by Zip's parents.
They walked over to the wall where the picture hung and removed it. There was not one, but two holes, and spaced far enough apart so both of them were able to peer through them and see what was taking place in the next room. At the moment, they saw an empty double bed. Maggie, the brown-haired mother of Zip, sr, was in her nightgown, revealing that over the years she had neither put on weight nor lost any of her good looks. She had a short, turned-up nose, and a full, kissable mouth. It was obvious Joe had been attracted to her right from the time he had first seen her.
Joe, while not as short as Andy, was not as tall as his own son. He was uncommonly good-looking, which explained Maggie's being attracted to him, but more important, he was as good-natured as he was good-looking. He had a slightly long nose which he tried hiding with a mustache, and his face was almost, not quite, sallow.
Since nothing was going on in the next room, Zip turned Helen to face him, and putting his arms around her, gave her a long, drawn-out soul-kiss. Helen tasted the mouthwash as his lips enfolded hers, enjoying the way his tongue slithered so easily into her mouth, searching for, finding, then rubbing her own tongue. His body felt so good next to hers, pressing its slenderness against the pliant, supple flesh of her own torso.
Her arms rose without her thinking, twining themselves around the boy's neck. She pulled him closer, tighter against her slender feminine form, feeling his young muscles flexing and contracting under his pajama pants while her hands caressed the bare flesh above. Her nightie felt like a barrier rather than something to keep out the cool night air. It was cut low in front, and the boy was able to see the rich quivering of her breasts.
His lips crushed and sucked at her mouth all the more urgently and she enjoyed the feel of his hand sliding over her back under her nightie. It felt so wonderful, so romantic, as if she were in a movie away on some south sea island, alone with this wonderful youth. She kissed him, slipping her tongue around his, feeling his strength surround her. Every delicious sensation only served to strengthen her resolve to cheat on Andy as a way of life from then on. With Zip, a mere boy she felt like a woman, at last. Thick and rigid, his pulsing penis pressed against the hidden curls of her pubic mound, and it felt wonderful. It was bigger, longer, thicker than Andy's, and yet, when Andy's penis in her vagina hurt her, this one slid in so smoothly.
At the moment Zip had another full erection, and it was pressing against her, threatening her with more sexual ecstasy, an ecstasy she knew she would accept. Mmmmmm, yes!
In the middle of kissing the boy, she heard a wet, sucking sound coming through the hole in the wall, and peering through, she saw Joe and Maggie wrestling on the bed, kissing. They were naked now, and she had a chance to see Joe's hairy back, looking almost apelike as he seemingly wrestled with his wife.
Helen saw Maggie's face lolling from side to side, her face contorted with a far-away look of erotic obsession as Joe slid lower, pushing his face between her thighs, doing to his wife what Zip had done the first time he had been with her.
She was conscious of Zip watching, too. Helen had the feeling this was the first time Zip had ever seen his parents make love, and she realized he was wildly aroused at the sight of it.
Joe licked at his wife's thighs, then moved his mouth higher, kissing her belly, then licking at her nipples, each in turn, making the tan tips expand and swell like little bullets. Then he began sucking voraciously at his wife's heaving breasts as Maggie cooed softly while he took each nipple into his mouth.
Watching them as she stood in her own darkened room, Helen found herself unable to move a muscle. She was frozen where she stood, bending just a little to keep her eye glued to the hole, her nipples also hardening as she enjoyed the wonderfully lurid sight of husband and wife making love, moaning as they rolled all over the bed. They had kept the small lamp on one of their nightstands on, and in the dim light Helen was able to discern just how beautiful Maggie's body really was. Reaching down, her hand gripped Zip's cock through his pajama pants, and she realized the sight of his mother's nakedness had him all hot and bothered. Maggie had such a fresh, clean look about her, unmarked by anything other than immediate passion. It was obvious Joe had already aroused her to an unreal reverie of lust and the lovely woman's mouth hung open as her head continued lolling from side to side. Her eyes had rolled up in her head, as if trying to stare at the sexual electricity within her. Thrill after thrill coursed through the brown-haired woman's excited flesh, and Helen, who was staring, was no less thrilled.
Joe was moving lower again, running his tongue over the gentle swell of her tantalizing belly, moving lower and lower until his lips once again hovered over the dark pubic hairs covering Maggie's mound. His hands eased over the perspiring softness of her belly, his thumbs slowly but surely slithering through the downy pubic fur, moving to the tantalizingly ruffled pink lips of her vagina.
Helen licked her dry lips with the moist tip of her tongue and suddenly shuddered when she saw him part the rippling pink vaginal lips and expose the tender moistness of his wife's cuntal core. Through droplets of wetness the pink lips glistened delightfully, and Helen was able to see the erect tip of the woman's clitoris, expanding and glistening with apprehension.
The man's head slowly began lowering, and his tongue once again came eeling out of his mouth, darting back and forth until it flicked tantalizingly over the shuddering clitoris as it remained nestled at the apex of the inner lips. Maggie's body jumped spasmodically as if her cunt had been touched with an electric cattle prod, sending a bolt of lightning shooting through her entire shuddering body. She automatically lifted her long, smoothly tapered legs and clamped her soft thighs tightly around Joe's head. Slowly she began revolving her hips around and around, up and down, moving with an obscene animal lust. She was bent on pressing the wonderful tongue against her lascivious cunt until she was unable to stand it any longer. Her tightly clenched teeth were unable to suppress the agonizingly delightful mewls of pleasure coming from the depths of her shuddering throat. She sounded more and more sensuous with every passing moment, looking more desirable than ever with each undulating roll of her hips.
Mesmerized by the enjoyment in Maggie, Helen stared at the woman's undulating motions as she kept time to the obscene sucking sounds coming from Joe's throat. There was more than a little something in Maggie's glassy stare that reminded Helen of herself, earlier in the day. Maggie was as sensuous as she, but Maggie was Zip's mother and so Zip would never get a chance to fuck her. She, Helen, would have to be a stand-in, for she knew now that Zip had unconsciously always had an urge to fuck his mother, much the way most boys do at one time or another in their lives.
Helen's hips had involuntarily picked up Maggie's lascivious rhythm, and she rolled her hips slowly from side to side. She was barely conscious of Zip, moving behind her still peering over her shoulder through the second hole and watching his parents, as his hands moved from her waist to her swollen breasts. He gently rotated them in his palms, squeezing and pulling at the firmness of her quivering nipples until their tightness was almost painful. Her slowly rotating hips rubbed against the boy's trouser-like pajama pants. She had no desire whatsoever to pull away. Instead, she almost consciously urged Zip to press his penis all the more firmly against her wriggling buttocks, pushing the thick head of his youthful cock into the crevice between her softly quivering asscheeks. Her nightie bunched up tightly and teased her puckering anus as she felt perverted shivers of joy trammel through her quivering body.
Little by little Helen was learning more and more about the animal pleasures of life as sex swelled from her inner depths and bathed her in its radiance. She gasped as the boy pulled her nightie from the crack between her asscheeks, then threw it over her head, and pulled it off her.
She pushed back against the hand that filled itself with her breast, rolling her rounded bottom with perfect timing, matching the movement of the beautiful woman in the next room. She stared, transfixed at Joe's lips as he lifted them from between Maggie's wide-splayed thighs and kissed her belly. Nipping, biting, licking, the man's tongue worked slowly up Maggie's frenetically jerking body, making the woman squeal with a frustrated wanting each time he flicked the tip of his tongue at the exposed tips of her tight, tan nipples.
Now Helen's eyes had a clear view of the long, rigid cock jutting from between Joe's loins, and the size of it almost made her cringe. It was unbelivablesomething that might have been sported by Kong.
The blonde found herself fascinated by the length and thickness of it, aware that in all probability Zip would one day sport something equally long and thick. She choked back a moan of pleasure when she saw the rubbery head pause over Maggie's hot and waiting pussy. How in God's name was Maggie able to handle such a monster? For a moment the long reddened shaft hung precariously over the woman's throbbingly exposed vagina, then Joe moved forward, dragging his dangling testicles over his wife's belly. He slid easily over her glisteningly wet torso, stopping when his buttocks were hovering over her breasts. He sat, crushing the mammaries with his hairy asscheeks. Standing almost straight out from his groin, his thick, throbbing penis pointed itself at his wife's parted lips. He leaned back a little and reached behind him in order to push a finger into her sopping slit, watching with glee as Maggie jerked around, bucking against his driving finger. She was as much a slave to her husband as Helen had been to the boy, earlier. Maggie was enjoying it though, obviously feeling no guilt whatsoever, and Helen felt pangs because her own husband was such a clod and unable to decently make love.
Helen watched Maggie squirming under Joe's knees, playing the exciting game of being her husband's slave. The woman was totally at Joe's mercy, and loving every little bit of it. A lascivious grin spread across Joe's face as he gripped his pulsing cock and rubbed its red tip against his wife's lips in tiny little circles. Abruptly her tongue darted out at the tantalizingly hard tip and she caught a droplet of colorless fluid oozing from the penile point. When her head fell back, a strand fell from her lips, looking like a gossamer extension from a spider's web. Maggie lifted her head and tried sucking at the tip of her husband's cock, but Joe managed to pull it out of reach. Each time she lifted her mouth, Joe managed to pull back. She grunted, straining to grab the tip of his penis between her lips, and Helen licked her own lips as if feeling what Maggie felt, empathizing with her, wanting to suck on it, too.
Maggie gasped, and Helen gasped along with her as the brown-haired woman struggled with her husband for possession of the penis. Aching to know the glorious pleasures that drove Maggie to madness, her eager body wantonly accepted the thrilling fondling of Zip's hands as the boy played with her perspiring nakedness. Every fiber of her being shivered as one of his hands slid away from her breasts, moving down her flat front, running over her belly, moving so that his fingers dipped into her pubic hairs. He rubbed her hot, wet slit again and again, touching the tiny, tantalizing bud of the clitoris, sending Shockwave after Shockwave through her quivering body. The little bud enlarged and swelled, massively throbbing as the boy's swollen penis rested in the crack between her asscheeks. Helen was reminded of the way Andy had violently fucked her ass, and she hoped Zip didn't have that in mind. In time, that was something she would learn to accept too, but not now, not now. She undulated her cheeks, feeling the head of the seething cock poke against her pouting vaginal slit. His hand, in front, suddenly poked between her thighs, sinking a finger into the wanting depths of her aching vagina. A squeak of rapture purged itself from the depths of Helen's constricted throat.
Zip began rocking forward very gently, then moved back again, and he discovered Helen responding as eagerly as he had expected. For him, it was an unexpected plus to be able to fuck this wonderful woman while actually watching his parents in action. He had to admit, his old man had some good moves, but he felt he was already better than his father in some respects.
Helen rolled her buttocks around and around, and as a result felt the penile head pressing between her cuntlips while Zip's finger continued playing with her clitoris. She watched as Joe continued teasing his wife, and the sight of it all was that much more arousing. The pressure of the finger against her clitoris caused sparks to shoot through Helen, and she shut her eyes for a moment.
Then she heard a choking, gurgling sound from the next room, and peering through the hole in the wall, she saw a sadistic, almost evil grin on Joe's face. He had grabbed his wife by her long brown hair and had viciously pulled her lovely face up while ramming the thick, turgid length of his shuddering cock all the way down her throat. Helen gasped aloud, wondering how it was possible for this poor woman to take such immenseness in her throat. Surely Maggie was going to choke. But Maggie began sucking hard, the sounds coming through quite clearly as the brown-haired woman slurped and sucked, voraciously pulling the length of cock all the way into her mouth and against her gullet. It seemed to be the one thing in the world for which Maggie was living.
Joe had raised himself to his knees, yanking his wife's lovely face a little higher now, and with his other hand pushing fingers in and out of the succulent pinkness of her cunt almost brutally buffeting her while she continued sucking the thick length of his pounding cock.
Helen stared, seeing how much more expert Maggie was than she at something like this. But then, the only time she had ever sucked a cock was when her husband had forced it down her throat after pushing it in and out of her ass.
Maggie sucked and licked at the horrendous length of hard flesh, trying to get every last little bit of it into her expanding mouth. She was sucking on the in-stroke, her cheeks hollowing, and blowing on the out-stroke, her cheeks puffing out. Her eyes were blurred with animal passion, and this made the scene even more macabre. Helen had never thought it possible that any man was as well-hung as Joe Cerrone, and she had been just as certain that no woman would be able to ingest such a massive cock, and here was Maggie, proving her wrong, doing it with verve and gusto. Maggie was moaning with delight, and Helen realized that cocksucking was something women enjoyed as well as men enjoyed having it done.
Zip was watching his mother, amazed at her abilities, and, as Helen had surmised, thinking of Helen as a mother-substitute, certain she, too, when the time came, would suck just as well. He was on fire, and he had to get his rocks off or explode. Nothing too imagine, this time. He would let friction do most of the work.
Throbbing with pent-up passion, his cock slid from the soft resting place between Helen's thighs. Zip leaned forward and said, "Just lift your lovely heinie a little and I'll fuck your cunt from behind. You'll love it, Aunt Helen."
Swaying gently with a soft, subtle rhythm, her full rounded buttocks rolling lightly from side to side, the cheeks trembling sensuously, she felt his hands grasp her buttocks as he kneeled on the floor behind her and pushed his face into her seething swamp from the rear. His tongue leaped out and began licking at her anus.
"Haa aaaann nhhh!" she gasped aloud as the tantalizing tongue slurped between her asscheeks and her cuntlips, sending wave after wave of shocking delight through her lust-crazed body. Sex had become very important to Helen all of a sudden. It was a way of life to her, and now, at this age, she was discovering what she should have learned sixteen years earlier, what she would have learned sixteen years earlier had her husband not been such a dull clod when it came to the art of fucking. She slammed her upraised buttocks backward, and totally out of control, began screwing her asscheeks in tiny circles around the torturing tongue as it drove into her seething swamp, lapping at her tantalized asshole, as well. Flashes of heat and extreme cold blasted through the beautiful blonde woman, charging through her nerve-wracked body as she reveled in these wonderful sensations blazing through her. The only reality at this moment was the slurping tongue that lashed against her cunt and asshole. Now she knew why other women were always so crazy about sex, as she would be, from now on.
Helen was sizzling, on fire with desire, and when the youth stopped his lapping at her rear-end and cunt a gush of frustrated relief passed through her hissing lips. She sensed the youth getting to his feet behind her, his tongue tickling its way up her shuddering spine, barely touching her skin as he pushed aside her hair and kissed the nape of her neck.
The boy stood at his full height behind Helen and slowly pushed the throbbing head of his cock, a purple-helmeted knob, between her soft and tantalizing thighs, letting it run between her hair-covered labia, rubbing it against her defenseless vagina.
She had ridden the pay pole before and it had been wonderful. Now he was going to stroke it into her. Now vaginal squeezing this time, no pressure from within, but simple friction, simple stroking, and she knew it would be no less wonderful than before.
Spurred on by Helen's overwhelming desire to be fucked, the boy pushed forward. She automatically clenched her asscheeks and pulled forward, not wanting him to enter her too quickly, but the rigid phallus moved with her, and she knew the time had come for total impalement. Besides, she really didn't want to escape the mighty probe. She ached to have it buried in the seething center of her, and the time to feel it slide into her cunt was...now!
The anxious Zip had his hands digging into her soft, widespread thighs, his fingers like pressuring weights, holding her clamped into position for the final thrust.
"Do it!" she whispered low enough not to be heard in the next room.
"No!" he gasped, panting into her ear. "You do it! Reach behind you and put it in!"
"Come on, Zip," she gasped. If you feel about me as you claim you do, you won't torture me this way by making me wait. Push it into me! Hurry!"
"I love you, Aunt Helen," he murmured. "But you have to show how much you love me, too. I know you rode the merry-go-round before, but this time I want to feel you putting it in with your hand. Come on, do it, now!"
"Yes, yes, yes!" she hissed, thrilled with the pressure of his fingers on her thighs.
Reaching between her legs, she felt the stem of the penis, and gripped it, guiding the head against her vibrant labia. It nudged between her sodden lips, parting them a bit wider, and then slowly the onion-shaped head began pushing into her ridged slot with its massive girth. Slowly, his cock stretched that most precious part of her body, the probing phallus forcing its way into the tight, narrowly restricting channel until the entire helmet was resting inside the damp hole. Knowing for sure she would die if he quit now, Helen waggled her buttocks, letting Zip know she wanted it all. She gasped as he powered forward, sinking the entire length of his throbbing cock into her elastic tunnel with a single powering burst that forced her clenching buttocks to loosen. It was in, right to the balls.
"Haaaauuuuhhhhh!" she quietly gasped, the sound barely carrying to his ears.
Helen felt as if her entire belly was aflame with raw lust. If she didn't come shortly, she was certain she would die.
She struggled to move the mighty penis ravaging her vagina, aching to feel the pressure it generated. She was wonderfully impaled on his driving stake, and an eternity of delight was filling her trembling body. Fires of salaciousness burned out of control inside her, and she wondered if his cock would cut through her. and divide her into two equal parts. Her vaginal walls felt stretched as never before, perhaps because of the angle, but surely filling her with thrills she hadn't felt earlier in the day. Each new position brought with it a new thrill.
Rolling her head from side to side, she panted, and to take her mind off her own sizzling enjoyment to possibly prolong it, she glued her eye back to the peephole, and saw Maggie with her mouth tightly wrapped around her husband's thickly thrusting cock. The long, stiff penis continually sawed in and out of Maggie's sucking mouth as the brown-haired woman clasped her lips tightly around the throbbing base. Her head bobbed back and forth as the full length of the cock ran down her throat and eased out again. Above her, her husband was panting heavily, thrilled with the pressure of his wife's lips on his pulsating organ. He fucked her mouth insanely, enjoying the sight of her as she sucked, her pulling mouth depravedly begging for more and more and more.
Helen watched the other woman use both her hands to grip her husband's buttocks and pull his cock even more deeply down her gullet, jerking his groin frantically toward her, not letting him retreat as much. Rivers of saliva fell from the corners of her sucking mouth and drooled down her chin. The wonderful scene was a vision of total perversion and wanton depravity-wonderful wanton depravity. There was that joyful glaze in Maggie's eyes as she rammed her face against her husband's groin, seeking to fill her mouth with even more of the thrusting penis.
Helen was aware now that Maggie loved what she was doing, really enjoying being fucked in the mouth, and it occurred to her that with someone like Zip she would be ready to try it, too. Her husband was useless as far as she was concerned, but Zip had a cock made for sucking. As she thought all this, she realized thrills were shooting though her impaled vagina.
She felt the rhythmic rocking back and forth as the youth slowed his stroke but increased the length of his plunge, sinking a little deeper each time. Her sodden cunt felt as if its accordion walls were being smoothed out by the huge rubber-headed plunger that continued pistoning in and out. Electrifying ripples of passion welled up inside her, and she knew release was not too far away. Desire for it mounted as each thrust of the boy's driving phallus stretched her taut walls that much more. She sensed honest lust filling her, and she knew this youth, whom she had diapered more than once in his youth, was giving her more joy with each thrust than her husband had given her in fifteen years of marriage and a year of courtship.
The more the boy fucked her, the more Helen felt that the only shame in her life was in allowing her husband to continually fuck her. She felt more and more pleasure, more and more delight, more and more sparkling wonder as she continued rolling her sensuous hips around and around, keeping time with the strong, hard cock fucking into her taut twat from the rear.
"Ummmm!" she hummed, barely loud enough for the youth to hear her. "That's good, really good!"
Standing behind her, the salacious youth continued making plans, his face contorted with desire and wanton delight as he continually fucked his driving cock deeper and deeper into her seething sump. Yes, he had her where he wanted her now, and soon he would broach the idea of keeping her happy when they returned home by allowing him to bring certain trusted friends who would also see to it that she enjoyed everything done to her. He knew she wouldn't refuse him.
Zip held her hips captive, fucking into her with long, hard, driving strokes, and he felt more and more power simply because of the pleasure he was feeling. He had power over this adult woman, a woman whom he loved, but whom he would use to make some nice money. He would be able to do just about anything he wanted with her, by now. She would submit to his wants and needs without question, and this was what he had been striving for. Yes, he was fucking his Aunt
Helen and loving every second of it. What made it more enjoyable was that he was fucking her in front of her husband, a husband who had stupidly drunk himself into a stupor, while at the same time watching his mother suck his father. Obviously Zip would never have a chance to fuck his mother. By the same token, he would see to it his father never had a chance to fuck Aunt Helen.
His fingers dug almost mercilessly into the flesh of her white thighs and Helen winced with delightful pain, enjoying what he was doing to her, proud of him and his ability to make her come. Zip was no less proud of himself, but proud also in having been able to convince Aunt Helen to do this for him, too. He knew for a fact that until he had conned her into putting out for him, she had been faithful to Uncle Andy all her life. If she hadn't been, she wouldn't have been so afraid of sex.
His hands continued pulling at the white-rounded moons of her buttocks, feeling them jiggle as they swayed from side to side. He spread the cheeks a little wider, watching the way her curlicued pink cuntlips sucked on the length of his throbbing cock as he continually pushed it in and out of her steaming vagina.
Taking a deep breath, the boy thrust forward, and then thrust forward again, sinking his cock a little deeper, feeling her jellied cunt suck on his cock as never before. God! She was a tight one. Her vaginal resistance set him aflame with wanton desire as his penile head spread her tunnel a bit wider with each thrust.
Hell! In a way he was definitely doing her a favor, bringing her a whole bunch of guys to fuck her. Aunt Helen was very much like his mother in that she was so overcome by the need for sex, eventually one or two orgasms wouldn't be enough for her, no matter how strong. He knew now that his mother needed at least four or five good climaxes before feeling totally satisfied. His father often had to use more than his cock or his fingers. He had to eat pussy like mad to keep Maggie happy. The boy had listened to them very often, putting a glass to the walls between their rooms to amplify the sound.
Well Aunt Helen was going to be the same way, and soon. He would have to line up a whole group of good cocks in order to keep her happy. The best part of it was, he would also be keeping himself happy because each one of these guys would be more than willing to pay some good money to fuck Aunt Helen. Naturally, she need not know about the money he was making. It might ruin their relationship, and Zip felt that was too important.
He plowed all the more deeply into the blonde woman, treasuring his relationship with her more and more. He rolled his own cock inside her, making it pressure each of her inner walls in turn. The head of his buried cock described arcs within her clasping pussy. Every wet inch of her internal channel was buttery soft and smooth, tightly clamping around the thrusting probe of his driving cock, enveloping it like a hot, wet glove, massaging its veined hardness with tingling electrifying strokes.
Unaware of any further pain from having been stretched so wide, Helen mewled again and again, thrilled repeatedly by the way her young lover was stretching her cunt. Passion continued bubbling in her veins, and she became more and more aware of the desire inside her with every passing moment. She spread her slender thighs even wider now, pushing her resilient buttocks back as she kept her eye glued to the hall in order to watch the cock-sucking and cunt-probing taking place in the next room. Looking at Maggie and Joe was almost as arousing as being involved. In fact, watching them helped enhance what she was feeling that much more.
She panted and gasped each time she felt the boy's bushy clump of pelvic hair rub against the softness of her tantalizing buttocks. It whisked against her flesh constantly, tickling her asshole in the process. God! It was so good!
Still staring at the couple in the other room, she continued fondling her breasts, feeling her own nipples, rubbing them, making them enlarge even more as her breasts throbbed with desire. Gasping and moaning because of each delightful new stimulation, she cooed even more loudly when the rubbery head of his thrusting cock slammed solidly into her cuntal back wall. She no longer felt like a mousy little housewife, and oddly, she no longer feared what her husband would do to her. She was a woman in every sense of the word, enjoying sex as she ought to have been enjoying it years before. That she hadn't wasn't her fault, but rather it was Andy's fault, for if Andy had been more interested in making her come, she would have concentrated on making sex pleasurable for him. She knew she would never again feel pain when her husband fucked her because the merest touch would start the oils in her cunt bubbling, and as a result she would be able to handle her husband's "teeny wienie." She only hoped she would be able to feel some kind of pleasure before the man came. She realized she liked pleasure, and she liked being lustfully incited by the boy, being aroused to her fullest. Passion by itself was a worthy end, something worth aiming for, something she would achieve from now on.
Looking through the hole in the wall, she saw Maggie was still vigorously sucking on Joe's cock. If Joe wasn't Maggie's husband, Helen would have made a play for him, but one didn't fuck around with one's best-friend's husband-not if one wanted to keep that best-friend. But there was nothing that would rob her of the awareness of the long, hard-driving shaft that powered into Maggie's mouth, and the cock in her own cunt seemed to drive in with the same rhythm as if the boy was aware of his father's tempo and was matching it. Soon, very soon, she, Helen, would be sucking a cock, and she hoped she would derive as much pleasure from doing so as Maggie was obviously having. Yes, that looked like it would be lots of fun, and she decided Zip should have the honor of being the one whose cock she sucked.
Vaguely, Helen watched Joe jerk convulsively, silently, his balls slapping against Maggie's chin, and the blonde knew the man was coming in his wife's mouth. Not only that, but from the movements of Maggie's throat, it was obvious the brown-haired woman was swallowing it all.
My God! Helen wondered. What did it feel like to have one's mouth filled with all that pungent sperm? What did it taste like? Maggie seemed to like it a lot, making Helen more curious than ever.
Totally awed, the lovely blonde continued to watch as Joe yanked his madly spurting penis from his wife's hungry and anxious mouth, pulling it back just out of reach so that Maggie kept raising herself up in the hope of recapturing it. Her mouth remained wide open, and the blasts of seminal fluid unerringly went right down her throat. Helen saw the white juices spurting into Maggie's mouth almost faster than the brunette was able to swallow. She gulped rapidly, but
Joe's sperm just kept right on coming, filling her throat. Then some drops missed and splattered against her cheeks, and soon there was a fine spray all over Maggie's face.
Helen didn't know what to feel. Under normal circumstances she would have considered such behavior degrading, at the very least. Yet Maggie seemed to revel in it, as did Joe. It was obvious from the quantity that Joe was spurting that he not only hadn't had any action the night before, but that he was enjoying all this immensely.
Some last few drops oozed from the tip of his wilting penis, and the brown-haired woman leaned forward, sucked the limp organ into her mouth, and began pulling on it as if the sperm were sustenance.
"They're finished," she whispered to Zip, who was no longer watching, but rather was concentrating on what he was doing with Helen.
Zip reached under Helen and grabbed her knees, and then he surprised her by starting to lift. Helen felt herself being tipped forward as he tugged her away from the wall. Her hands went down to the floor, and as she placed her palms flat on the floor, the boy lifted higher, and had her legs under his arms on either side of him, holding Helen as if she were a wheelbarrow, with his cock still buried to the limit inside her.
Helen began walking on her hands around the room, listening to her husband's loud snores as Zip continued fucking into her cunt from behind. The boy kept pace with her, waggling from side to side as he walked, careful not to release his grip on her hips and slip out of her cunt.
They finally found themselves on the far side of the second twin bed, her face below the top of the mattress.
"Try and get onto the bed," Zip said to her.
Helen wondered if she would be able to do it. She was certain if she tried she would lose that wonderful thickness buried in the depths of her seething cunt. But still, it would be fun to try. She had never really thought about trying to do anything while in the process of being fucked, and doing something meant that much more enjoyment to her. She was fast-learning the different things involved in sex.
She raised one hand and pressed her arm into the mattress above her. Applying her weight to that arm, she lifted her other arm, slamming it on the mattress, as well. Little by little she lifted her trunk, making sure the youth kept his cock buried in her cunt the entire time.
Then, just as she was almost set, she suddenly fell forward, losing her balance, and as a result the youth's penis was suddenly sucked right out of her. A cool rush of air charged through her wet pubic hairs and blasted into her pussy. The coolness made her shudder, and she had to admit it felt good, but by the same token she missed the pulsing length of cock, aching to feel it buried between her perspiring thighs. Yes, the boy had one helluva good cock, and she ached to have Zip shove it swiftly back into the wildly wanting confines of her tightly clasping vagina.
"Haaaauuunnnnnnggghhh!" she gasped, as the boy rolled her over onto her back, squeezing both white moons of her quivering buttocks in his two hands as he hoisted her hair-surrounded, baby-soft pussy off the mattress toward the straining purple tip of his throbbing cock. Helen moaned softly, wiggling with rapture as she felt the pulsating head slide evenly and smoothly into the seething corridor within her, once more filling her channel with his hot, hard flesh that had brought her to such lust-filled heights of deliciously wanton depravity only moments before.
Helen raised her legs and locked her trembling loins tightly around the handsome young boy's hips, imprisoning his solid instrument in the depths of her belly, never again wanting to release it. She had read somewhere that in Dante's Inferno, people guilty of adultery spent eternity chained together in the copulative position, and she decided that would be a marvelous way to spend eternity.
As the youth thrust forward and withdrew, then slammed his powering poker forward once more, she began clenching her smooth, ruffled walls around the powering pylon, gripping it like a soaking-wet fist, massaging his cock like a living vibrator. She was in total surrender to sexual passion, ecstatically thrilled as one electric shock of lust followed another through her seething center, flashing through all her nerve-endings. Her head lolled from side to side in a silent sort of reverie, sucking all the passion and exciting sensation she was able to from this wickedly wonderful, adulterous feeling.
She was alone in the new world of sex, and for the moment her husband, her friends, her own son no longer existed. All that mattered was the youth who was fucking her. He rammed into her repeatedly, and she felt his balls slapping rhythmically against her bucking buttocks as earth-shaking tremors of lust continued rampantly charging through her shuddering loins.
"Yesssss...yessss...yesssss.. . . " she hissed. "Fuck me harder, you bastard...fuck me harderrrrr...fuck me...fuck meee...fuck meeeee. . . . " she gasped out, no longer in control of herself as she jerked and bucked spastically, aware of the throes of orgasm mounting ever higher in her teeming depths. Her stomach muscles felt strained to the limit, unused to so much exercise. Her frenzied mind and body were thrashing wildly, wild like an untamed sea in a typhoon as she continued begging for more and more pleasure and the final moment of supreme and complete orgasm.
"Keep it down in there!" she heard Joe Cerrone's voice call out from the next room, and she realized that without the picture in place, her voice had traveled through the holes in the wall and Joe and Maggie had heard her.
But it was too late to stem the tide of orgasm that overwhelmed her, and she jammed a pillow into her mouth, gagging, "GGG GGHHHH UUUUUU UUU-UUR RRRGGG GGHHHH AAAAAP HHHWWW WAAAAU UUUGGG GPHHHW WWAAAA HHHH!" as Zip silently fired his load into her, the two writhing and twisting insanely against one another. She fell asleep after that.