Chapter 6
The newly installed social Director of the Hunsucker Dating Service studied her first client with considerable interest. The man who sat across from Director Terry North's desk exuded an aura of extreme nervousness and hesitation, usual characteristics, she had discovered, of newly sexually liberated people with tastes that could not be described as average. Strangely, the man's wife, who sat beside him and held his hand, was not nervous at all. But after fifteen minutes neither Richard Vancleef nor his wife Laura had revealed the sort of dating service they were looking for.
Finally, Terry brushed aside the small talk. "Without any more horse-shitting around," she said with a polite smile, "what is the nature of your problem ? Normally, single people use this dating service. However," she added, "I won't turn down a married couple. We don't allow one married partner to cheat on another."
"Oh no," Vancleef retorted. "Nothing like that at all, my dear. My wife, Laura, and I are very much in love despite the fact we've been married for over twenty-five years."
Terry couldn't help but look surprised. Although the distinguished couple were gray-haired and definitely middle-aged, she had guessed them to be much younger than their true ages.
They were both members of the upper class, well-heeled, and lived in a money-insulated world, Terry decided, and had managed to preserve their looks. Although Laura Vancleef had to be in her early fifties, her figure was still very much in evidence with full tits, flared hips and a cushiony pair of ass-cheeks.
Long, shapely legs testified to her earlier years as a professional dancer and her styled gray hair imparted a certain dignity, a decorum that Terry knew could grow quite obscene provided she received the right kind of sexual treatment.
But what kind of treatment did she crave?
And what was her husband after? He, too, looked distinguished ... a retired military officer, she guessed. Perhaps, she thought, he was even related to British royalty. They both had a regal air about them.
"Let's get to the point," Terry urged. "Why did you seek out the services of the Hunsucker Dating Service? Surely you both know we specialize in matching up partners who want to ... well, to put it bluntly, they want to fuck."
Neither Richard nor Laura Vancleef raised an eyebrow. Terry's bluntness didn't phase them at all. The man spoke in a rather grave tone of voice, "My wife and I are acquainted with the nature of your services. That's why we made the appointment. We ... have a certain problem of a rather delicate nature."
"Everyone who comes here has a problem of a rather delicate nature," Terry retorted. "Around this place, the delicate and unusual is normal. Now, out with it. What can we do for you?"
Vancleef coughed politely. Finally, he managed to say with considerable difficulty, "It seems that in my fifty-fifth year, I've become quite..."'
"Impotent," Terry cut him short. Ninety percent of her services revolved around impotent clients. "You need a certain something exciting to get it up for you. And you've come here to find out what that certain something is."
The stately-looking Mrs. Vancleef raised one hand. "Oh no, Mrs. North. We know the problem, and we know what has to be done. We require your assistance in helping us do ... our thing."
"And what exactly is your thing?" Terry asked, interested. Most of her clients wanted something different but they didn't know what they were after. This pair was different. They knew what they had to have.
"We're voyeurs," they replied in unison.
Terry nodded. So far, she had already processed a dozen cases of voyeurism since taking over as Social Director. "A rather common thing these days," Terry murmured. "What makes you think your case is so ... delicate?"
Vancleef explained. "Watching someone make love to my wife seem to give me a certain excitement. A tingle that arouses my otherwise impotent penis."
Terry was beginning to understand. The wife of her former employer had a similar taste for watching while her husband made love to another woman. During the activity, the woman took care of herself with a dildo. Did the Vancleefs have the same sort of problem?
Vancleef explained. "The sight of my wife making love to another male does things to my ... gonads. To be precise, I erect. And then..."
"You jack off?" Terry inquired.
Vancleef coughed politely. "No madam, I do not masturbate. That wouldn't do a thing for me. I need more direct action than that."
Laura Vancleef interceded. "As long as we're being blunt you may as well know the truth. My husband and I love each other dearly. But we cease to excite one another. Richard loves to watch me make love to a ... boy. No older than fourteen," she specified. "Indeed, it is almost necessary that I ... ah ... fuck a virgin. Seduce him. Richard loves to watch the way I seduce young boys. And as he watches, he must get his nuts off with a..."
By now, Terry fully understood. "A young girl. No older than fourteen."
"Precisely," the couple answered in unison.
"The younger the better," Terry said. Most of her clients usually specified a date with a younger partner. But this need for young cock or young cunt was definitely more extreme in this couple. That was her job as Social Director, however.
"I can help you," Terry said making her decision to accept the Vancleefs as her clients. "I'll arrange everything. When I have all the arrangements made, I'll phone you and fill you in. Meanwhile, go home and indulge in fantasies about young cock and young cunt. Mental preparation helps considerably. And when I send my young clients to you, you'll be prepared to take the initiative."
The stately-looking couple stood up.
"Don't know how to thank you," Vancleef murmured.
"Just doing my job," replied the Social Director who really felt happy in her new line of work. The moment the Vancleefs left her office, Terry started making telephone calls. The Vancleefs were the biggest challenge she had, as yet, accepted. If she failed them, she could lose all confidence in her ability.
Agnes Hunsucker had her doubts about the new job. "You've bitten off more than you can chew," she told Terry. "Where in hell are we going to find a thirteen or fourteen-year-old kid who will let that old fart of a Mrs. Vancleef seduce him? And we could get into a lot of trouble giving a fourteen-year-old girl to old Vancleef." She grew angry. "Goddammit, woman, you're going to ruin my agency, everything I've worked for. Sure, we get strange sort of requests, but we ain't running no goddamned joint that matches up old people with youngsters. I could lose my licenser'
Terry assured her employer that she had the situation under control. "My son Tad is thirteen years old and he gets a hard-on every time he looks at a gray-haired woman with a shapely figure."
This statement pacified Hunsucker to a certain extent, but not completely. "What about the fourteen-year-old girl for the old man?"
Terry laughed. "That'll be me. All the old fart wants is the illusion. And as long as he can watch the seduction scene, he'll bone up. Don't worry," she said firmly, "I know what I'm doing. I can handle the whole affair."
Hunsucker warned. "Okay. But if anything goes wrong, you're out as Director."
"Nothing will go wrong," Terry replied.
But she no longer sounded quite so confident. By now, she knew that when it came to matching people up for sexual contact, anything could go wrong.
"Nothing will go wrong," Terry repeated, feeling more unsure of herself all the time. Getting her son Tad to meet Mrs. Vancleef on a seemingly accidental basis was not difficult. After school, he delivered groceries for a small grocery store. According to the plan, Mrs. Vancleef was to put in an order for groceries and ask that they be delivered, immediately. After that, it was up to her ability to reduce Tad.
In the next room, Terry and Mr. Vancleef would be discreetly watching. Terry dressed in a mini, and tied a ribbon in a blonde wig. When she spoke, she even simulated the speech of a fourteen-year-old girl. That part of the deal was satisfactory to Vancleef. Everything depended on how well the old woman seduced Tad.
"Come right in," Laura Vancleef said to the boy as he showed up with his basket of groceries.
Unaware of the plot, the boy entered the kitchen with his basket and set it down. Although he was naturally attracted to gray-haired, older woman, Tad had never mixed business with pleasure. He didn't believe in jeopardizing his job by trying to fuck any of the older women on his grocery route.
He was a bit startled to discover that Mrs. Vancleef was dressed only in a bath robe. The robe, tied tightly around the waist, hugged her figure and revealed a shapely one. Cut low, the robe revealed the V-shape of the full tits. And as she walked, the bare cheeks of her ass beneath the robe joggled about in an entrancing manner.
"I'd better go now," Tad announced as he set down his basket of groceries.
The matronly but attractive woman sang out. "Of course, darling. But before you go, help me put them away. I have a strained leg muscle and can't stand on them for very long."
"Of course," Tad replied. Many of his customers asked for assistance in putting away the groceries. But as he put them away as directed, Tad had the uncomfortable notion that the woman's eyes, sharp and appraising, were boring through his clothes, attempting to look at and size up his naked, young body. It was an uncomfortable feeling and he hurried to complete his task.
"Let me help," the woman said, sensing his haste.
"I'll be okay," Tad replied. "I really don't need any help. Won't take me a minute."
Still, Mrs. Vancleef insisted on helping her young delivery boy. As she tried to lift up a rather large sack of flour, however, the bag slipped to the floor and burst open.
Tad quickly offered to clean up the mess.
"No, no," the old woman replied to his offer of assistance. "You run along. I'll clean it up later. I'll just sit a while. I ... I think I pulled a leg muscle when the bag fell."
"Can I help in any way Mrs. Vancleef?" Tad didn't want to lose a new customer.
The woman sat down on a chair and spread her legs. "Would you be kind enough to ... massage my leg muscles. I can't reach them," she explained. "It would make me feel so much better."
"Oh sure," the youngster replied and quickly dropped to his knees to help the stricken woman.
In the adjoining room, Richard Vancleef watched his wife's tactics with approval. "No one knows how to seduce a kid better than my wife," he said, proudly.
"She's keen, daddy," Terry said. In the soft light of the room and in her mini, she did resemble a much younger female. She asked, "Shouldn't you take off your clothes ... in case something hot happens out there with your wife and the boy?"
He nodded. "Yes, by all means. I have the greatest confidence in my wife's ability. And that kid looks like he'll make a terrific fuck. I'm getting hot already."
Terry smiled. "I'll take off my clothes, too, daddy. And when things heat up and you get your bone on, you can give me what I need, too."
"Yes, yes," the old man said and even though he quickly disrobed, his eyes never left the scene between his wife and the thirteen-year-old boy.
In the kitchen, Tad was kneeling between the stretched legs of the gray-haired lady. As he started to massage her calves, she casually permitted her robe to slide farther apart. Looking discreetly up, Tad was able to see her bared thighs and bits and pieces of the genital region ... a few grayish cuntal hairs and the base of the pussy crack. A fragrant odor wafted up from the crevice. He pretended he neither observed the crotch area nor smelled it.
"Am I doing this right?" he asked as his hands slid up the lower portion of her bared legs.
"Higher," she urged. "The pain is higher up my legs. Don't be timid, dear," she urged. "I'm old enough to be your grandmother."
Blushing, Tad agreed to massage higher. "If it will make you feel better," he said, "I'll do it."
Sliding down a bit in her chair, the woman spread her legs as far as possible to make a very wide V-shape. Then, quite casually, she let the robe slide completely apart to boldly reveal the hairy cuntal area as well as the frontal aspect of her nude body, the breasts, abdomen, navel and the lower portion of her curved buttocks.
"Now, I feel better," she confided. "You needn't be embarrassed, dear," she smiled down at her young massager and patted his head. "You go on and make Mrs. Vancleef feel better. Your hands have an almost professional touch."
In the adjoining bedroom, old Vancleef began to get excited. The bold move by his wife to open up her robe and reveal her nude body to the bulging eyes of the boy was an excitement that really gripped his graying genitals. His wrinkled penis began to stretch out and smooth a bit.
Standing beside him, Terry hastened the process by gently rubbing the lengthening cock and playfully fingering his balls.
"Your wife is a sexy old cunt," Terry said in a low voice.
Vancleef was breathing quickly. "Nothing gets to me so much. Watching my beloved wife seduce and fuck a boy is the greatest thing ever. I could even get my cookies off by just watching her."
"You're going to fuck me," Terry said, firmly. "While you're watching," she added, quickly. Without the visual stimulus, she knew that
Vancleef would not be able to keep his erection in a stiff enough state to experience a proper ejaculation.
"Of course, of course," Vancleef replied, quickly. His eyes remained fixed on the sight in the next room. "Don't you think my wife is terrific?" he asked.
"She seems to know how to make a boy," Terry admitted. "In fact, I'm positive she's going to make the scene with Tad."
In the kitchen, Tad continued to massage the bared legs of the old woman and tried to ignore the fact she was calmly sitting before him with her robe wide open.
"Higher, dear," the woman said. "Massage a bit higher. That's where the pain seems to be."
"Yes ma'am," Tad replied. As he spoke, he kept his head down to avoid looking directly at the gray hairs that swarmed so busily around the cuntal crack.
Mrs. Vancleef tapped him on the head again. "You may look up at me when you speak, dear." She pointed out .once again. "I am old enough to be your grandmother. And it would be all right to see your grandmother without clothes on if she were ill. Now, be a good boy and look up when you speak. I ... I feel you don't like me."
"Oh no, ma'am," Tad replied, politely and looked up when he spoke.
This time his widening eyes were confronted directly by the nude, frontal portion of the woman's body. The titties, he noticed were large but drooped a bit. Still, the nipples were long as fingers and dark purple-very edible! The full body tapered to a small waist despite her age and then sloped out again, firmly and smoothly, into hips that were both meaty and enticing.
The belly-button seemed deep enough to engulf a cock. The indentation even reminded him of a cunt-hole. Best of all were her pubic hairs. There were so many of them, and they were tinged a beautiful shade of gray. Drops of moisture hung around a few strands of hair closest to the cleft. There wasn't an ounce of fat on her shapely legs, and they were spread put so deliciously!
Tad's cock boned.
Flustered, his fingers, by accident, slid even higher up her thighs. The tip of one finger, in fact, touched one of the curling hairs of cunt.
"Hmmmnnn," the old woman leaned back, a wide smile curving her shapely, red lips. "Higher, dear. Massage higher," she continued to urge.
In the next room, Vancleefs penis slowly reached a full, red erection, too. "She's the greatest," he kept saying to Terry in a low voice. "No one ... but no one except my wife can get me so hot and bothered. If it wasn't for her, I'd be an old man. Now," he gloated, grasping his thickening penile shaft, "I'm still young and vigorous."
Tapping his balls. Terry asked, "Vigorous enough to fuck a little girl, daddy?"
"Yes, yes," Vancleef assured her. "But I've got to watch the delicious scene between my wife and the boy. After she gets her nuts off, I'll do my thing."
Taking in the scene in the next room, Terry smiled. "Looks like she's well on the road to getting her nuts off, as you put it. She's a horny one. How often does she seduce boys?"
"As often as possible," came the reply. "Pay attention," he admonished the girl alongside him. "My wife is going to swing into action."
"Something is going to happen," Terry agreed.
By design or accident, the woman had managed to work her crotch area a few inches from Tad's face. Indeed, the tips of the longer cuntal hairs were already touching his chin. The perfumed essence of hot cunt floated through the palpitating trench and slid languidly up to the boy's distended nostrils. At the top of the slit, the strangest-looking sliver of flesh poked out.
The thing resembled a miniature prick. And the flesh looked almost edible. Did women have cocks, too? he wondered.
"Higher," Mrs. Vancleef was breathing audibly now.
She longed to shove her cunt hard against the boy's thick, sensuous lips. But she didn't dare to make such an overt move. At this particular stage everything depended on the boy. Either he lusted after cunt or he didn't. She had gone as far as it was decently possible. And she knew her husband would want the boy to make the last move. That was the part that excited him so much.
As the woman ordered, Tad moved his face a bit closer to the V-shape between the woman's legs. Silver hair swarmed into his line of vision and the moist trench of cunt looked deep enough to sink his entire tongue. And the perfume of pussy was almost overwhelming. His own genitals were beginning to give him trouble. The skin of the cock began to pulsate, and inside his testicles the cream threatened to leap into the shaft and rush towards the exit.
Mrs. Vancleef made a suggestion. "I'll drape my legs over your shoulders, dear. Then, you'll be able to get your hands underneath where it hurts me the most." She admonished. "Now, don't be timid. You're helping a very sick, old lady."
"Yes ma'am," Tad managed to whisper with the greatest of difficulty. He was trying desperately to prevent a premature ejaculation.
Leaning back in the chair, the woman raised up both legs and draped them around the kneeling boy's shoulders. This maneuver trapped his face between her thighs. And when she shoved her cunt forward against his lips, it seemed like an accident.
The thick lips of her pussy pressed tightly against the boy's lips. Would he get the message?
Mrs. Vancleef made another suggestion. "Slip your hands under my ... ah ... buttocks. The underpart of my body. In that way, you'll be able to rub my posterior. That's where I seem to be in the greatest pain."
Tad didn't bother to reply, because he couldn't. If he opened his mouth, the hairs of cunt would surge inside. Despite his innocence, however, he was beginning to get the message.
The old woman really wanted him to suck her off. All of this business about a pulled leg muscle was so much bullshit. She had conned him into a mouth job while her husband was away. The turgid state of his prick told him he had to go through with the cunt suck despite his aversion for sexual affairs with his customers.
In the next room, Richard Vancleef s prick blossomed as he watched his wife's expertise in seducing the boy. The sight of the boy performing a tongue job on his wife excited him almost to the point of ejaculation. Terry decided it was time to take things in hand.
"Get on, lover," she ordered. "While you fuck me, you can watch through the door." Squeezing the penile shaft, she said, "Now is the time to use this love stick, while it is so long and hard, and hot," she added. The palm of her hand burned as she pulled the tool toward her cunt hole.
Vancleef mounted her, still facing his wife and Tad. He would ride the woman and receive the necessary visual stimuli.
"She's so wonderful," he kept babbling without taking his eyes off his wife for a single second. "She's the hottest cunt in town under the right circumstances."
The circumstances were clearly right in the next room. Throwing away all discretion, Tad opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue and forced it through the sweet-smelling, hair-ringed box of the old, gray-haired woman.
"Yessss," Mrs. Vancleef cried out, excitedly. "That's right, son. Right inside my pussy. Eat it. But fast. Faster, faster!"
But the boy was addicted to the strong odors of the female body. The smells that wafted through the hole of the old lady's pussy could only be described as aromatic. The fragrance consisted of a pungent blend of natural and artificial odors. The result was a musky smell that stuffed Tad's nostrils with ecstasy.
Sniffing the hairs and the actual cuntal slit pulled the boy's own cock to full erection. His tongue trailed lazily up the moist, outer lips of the salty cunt, tickled the turgid clitoris, and then slid downward again.
Every now and then, he raised up the firm buttocks with both hands and let his tongue drop low enough to run inside the crack of her ass. But most of the time, he concentrated on the pussy hole. More orders roared down at him in a lust-choked voice.
"Inside," Mrs. Vancleef spat. "Inside my cunt. Drill your tongue deep inside and eat the pussy meat. Come on, you little cunt-lapper. Give momma what she needs!"
As Vancleef watched and heard his wife, he increased his fucking strokes into Terry's body. But he didn't increase the tempo of the ride to the point where there would be any danger in a premature ejaculation. The moment his wife climaxed, he intended to throw open the door in order to let her watch his final pumping efforts between Terry's widely stretched legs.
As far as Mrs. Vancleef was concerned, the preliminaries were over. The boy had already shown her he was a willing partner to the seduction. Grasping his head in order to guide him, she forced his face against the upper portion of the cuntal cleft.
Then she leaned back, raised both legs slightly and pressed her clitoris hard against the boy's sucking lips. Without waiting for him to give her his tongue, she began to roll her ass up and down, slowly at first and then gradually increasing the momentum of the rub.
"Ahhhhh," she moaned, and her face tilted backwards until her glazed eyes stared unseeingly up at the ceiling. "Feels good, lover. Feels so fuckingly good!"
She threw both legs over the boy's shoulders and wrapped them around his neck in a tight scissor grip. Now her hands were left free to caress her own fleshy tits and flat abdomen. Every now and then she lifted up one buttock and ran a long, bony finger deep into her own ass-hole.
"Ahhhh," she continued to exclaim as bits of foam appeared at the corners of her lips.
Liquid welled up through the cuntal opening and splashed into the lapping boy's face. He sucked with an even greater enthusiasm. The sharp odors as well as the salty-sweet taste of cunt were driving him quickly to the ejaculatory point.
The moaning, old woman was teetering on the brink of the orgasmic experience too. Continuing to stare blindly up at the ceiling with an ecstatic smile smeared over her face, she cried out her obscenities.
"Fuck my cunt with your tongue, goddammit," she cried. Or, "Cunt-lapping little shit, tongue-fuck me! Hurry, I'm ready, ready, ready. . . ! "
"She's ready," Vancleef breathed down to Terry. "Get ready. The instant she blows her load, I'm going to throw the door open and let her watch me, too."
Terry didn't pay attention to him. She was too immersed in her own stimulation. She didn't expect to receive much of a thrill from his ancient prick, but once he erected and barged into her pussy, she goose-pimpled up, immediately.
The cock-pole was long enough to make the extremely deep penetration which was especially pleasing to her. He manipulated his bone with finesse that few younger men possessed. He knew when to lightly caress the boobies and when to run a stiff finger in her ass-hole. He knew when to increase the tempo of the fuck and when to decrease the speed. And there was a certain charm to his old visage.
As the prick reamed in and out of her hole of love, she started calling him, "Daddy." Then, she realized that her lust for old men was just as pronounced as her son's desire for old women. "Fuck me, daddeeee," she kept repeating.
Mrs. Vancleef's legs shot straight up in the air, and spread widely apart to form an exaggerated V. She started to climax. The temperature of her inner tube accelerated rapidly and the heat that surged through the crevice almost seared the lapping boy's delicate tongue. Wave after wave of female gism shot out as his mouth and throat worked valiantly to suck up every precious drop of the love liquid.
Realizing that his wife was experiencing her much-needed orgasm, Vancleef's hand reached out and pushed open the door. Calling out to his wife, he begged her to watch him as he rode Terry to the desired conclusion.
"Darling," he screamed at her at the top of his lungs. "Watch me. Watch me fuck this young girl. Hurry," he pleaded. "I want to go too! Watch! Watch!"
Dropping both of her legs, Mrs. Vancleef waved at her husband to let him know he had her complete attention.
"You're doing fine, dear. I'm watching. Go ahead. I'm watching every move you make. Go, dear, go."
With his wife's eyes on him, Vancleef started to ride Terry as a bucking bronco. His buttocks raised up high in the air and then fell again. His glistening tool pumped up and down. He varied the angle of the penetration with each thrust.
All the while, Terry kept crying out, "Fuck me, daddeee. Throw that prick all the way up. Throw it up so far, I can taste it."
The man's rear end kept banging up and down, throwing the male organ so deeply into the female cavity that Terry was almost able to feel the head pressing against her throat muscles. The old exhibitionist performed until the juices leaped out of his testicles to reach a successful and hurried trip towards the exit on the eye of his cock.
"Wow!" he yammered. This was going to be an unusually explosive climax!
"Yeah!" Terry piped up. She felt his prick thicken inside of her cunt-tube and the walls of her vagina began to spasm violently.
"Go daddy!" Mrs. Vancleef cried out.
This time he didn't hear her, and in the last seconds he wasn't even aware of her eyes on his body. All that mattered was the surge of juice within his genitals. For one terrifying moment, he thought the sides of his penile shaft were going to shatter under the impact of the hot raging flow and the high temperature of his meat.
When Vancleefs cannon began to explode, Terry had similar thoughts. The force of the discharge felt strong enough to rupture her inner walls. But the creamy ammunition dissolved quickly and puddled warmly within the inner valley of her cunt. This hot cream intermingled with the warm tricklings that spouted out of the pores of her pussy.
When the twin orgasms of man and woman were completed, the old man crumpled off the young woman's body. But his face remained fixed in the direction of his approving wife.
"Did you watch me come, mamma?" he called over to his wife. "It ... it was the biggest one I ever had!"
"Me too," Mrs. Vancleef assured him. Patting the head of the still kneeling boy, she said, "This is the best cunt-lapper I've ever had."
Terry informed Mrs. Vancleef. "Your husband sure knows how to shoot out a load!"
At this point, Tad pulled back from the old woman's still slobbering box.
Angrily, he said, "I'm glad everyone is so goddamned pleased and happy. Have all of you self-centered bastards considered that I haven't got off my cookies? Have any of you given me the slightest consideration? All you were interested in was getting your own nuts off!"
He realized by now that his seduction had been a put-up job, and he wasn't particularly surprised to see his mother in the next room under the aged Vancleef. After she received the job as Social Director of the dating service, he knew he'd be getting involved in her business.
Guiltily, Mrs. Vancleef said, "I'm sorry, darling. Would it help if you fucked me? The others can watch."
But her husband had another idea. "I ... I think I can bone up again and quickly. It all depends on our social director."
Terry thought she understood. "You want to see Tad screw his own mother. A bit of incest interests you, eh?" she asked with a smile.
The old woman clapped her hands. "What an exciting spectacle to watch. I think I could even get hot with my own husband if I could watch a sight like that."
Vancleef nodded. "I think I could perform with my own wife if I could watch, too."
The idea of screwing his own mother in full view of an admiring, older couple turned on Tad, too. His face brightened.
"Okay. If it's okay with mom."
"Of course, it's okay with mom," the young divorcee replied. "This bag about having people watch while you perform excites the shit out of me. I guess we're all exhibitionists."
Mrs. Vancleef nodded. "Fucking is so beautiful, one should share it with others."
Tad walked into the bedroom and climbed onto the bed.
"Doggy style," he told his mother. "I just found out that smells exciting me. And you can reach back and play with my balls while I bang your box."
This sort of erotic talk between a mother and her son began to have an obvious effect on the old man's penis. Slowly, the soft tissues swelled and the organ telescoped upward.
"There's room on the bed for all four of us," Mrs. Vancleef exclaimed. For the first time in many years, she was going to receive direct sexual contact from her own husband. And all thanks to the Social Director and her sexually precocious son.
"We owe so much to the Hunsucker Dating Service," she told her husband as he mounted her and made a successful penetration.
Alongside them, Terry North received the boned-up cock of her own son in a dog-style position. As far as she was concerned, she had discharged the duties of her office. Now, it was time for her to enjoy a bit of personal fun with her own son.
As Terry tightened the grip on her son's nuts, Tad began to heave back and forth to the ribald shouts of his mother as well as those of the old couple busily engaged in intercourse alongside him.
After the foursome climaxed within seconds of each other, the couple exchanged partners again. Tad began to make love to Mrs. Vancleef while Mr. Vancleef paid oral attentions to Terry.
"My wife has never looked happier," Vancleef observed as he watched Tad drill her ass. "She's always wanted to feel stiff prick inside her ass-hole but I never could get it stiff enough to do the job."
Tad had easily penetrated the tight, wrinkled hole to make a full insertion inside her rectum.
"Solving sex problems is my job," Terry reminded him.
But she knew there would be even greater problems when she returned to the office. Her first days on the job had gone too smoothly. Even at that moment, she was beginning to have a feeling of apprehension.
Sooner or later she'd get an assignment she couldn't handle.