Chapter 7
The sun had just gone down and Steven and Dorie sat in the backyard in a swing hung between two trees. The backyard was Dorie's favorite spot because that was where they had fucked many times, many ways, when they were younger. Her father had gone into town and they were alone at the ranch. Steven had just finished doing his damnedest to get Dorie to give him a piece of her fine ass.
He kissed her, but she wouldn't let him feel her cunt. She ran her fingers through his hair and teased his neck. He opened her blouse and kissed the valley of her luscious breasts. As he did, he cupped her cunt and gave it a hard squeeze. Dorie locked her warm legs over his hand.
"Hmmm-you better stop that, you naughty boy. What are you trying to do-upset me?"
His finger squeezed into her panties and he tickled her clit. She responded by squirming her ass and he knew it was time to take his best shot at fucking her. He pushed two fingers deeper into her pussy slit and she seemed to be enjoying that; she really was hornier than he was.
He caught her hand and made her feel his cock.
"Damn, Steven, are you always so hard?" She began to tremble slightly.
He forced her legs open wider. He knew that she came easily when he fucked around with her clit too long. He wanted to tease her snatch and break her down a bit. When he shoved three fingers into her pussy, she gasped and clawed his back. He kissed her again to keep her from crying out too loud, just in case her father should suddenly return.
"Steve, you cut that out!" She slapped his hand for being a bad boy, and shoved her skirt down.
He grumbled and folded his arms across his chest and made the swing they sat on move.
"What the hell," he said, "we have time enough to get a quickie. We could go in the house and fuck really good-"
"We will do nothing of the kind. You know I don't like quickies."
"All right. What did you and Marilyn do today? Is she enjoying herself?"
"Ohhhh ... she's having a ball. She made a new friend today. Guess who."
"Felicia Waters."
"How did you know?" She was startled.
"Felicia would be the only chick in this county that's hip enough to attract Marilyn's interest."
"Marilyn is over there at the Waters' estate now." It was obvious that Dorie was upset.
"Are you upset about something?"
"I want to get married-right away." There was some alarm in her raspy voice, still horny from the heavy petting.
"Well...." he stood up and stretched. "It's been a pleasant evening up to this point."
"You better not."
"I think I'll turn in early. We're going to the county fair tomorrow ... gotta be up at the crack of dawn. You know how slow you girls are."
"Are you going to enter Fire Dance in the big race?"
"I've been thinking about it. There's no horse faster in these parts except maybe Rodney Corn well's nag. I'll see you bright and early."
They were all alone in the big house. Steven thought he would watch TV for a while before going up to bed. To his surprise, Cybil joined him in the study. They did not have much to say to each other. She pretended to be interested in the TV special on streaking, but she wasn't. There was something different about her this evening, her hair was down, and she seemed jumpy. Her face was flushed with a cuntal glow.
She sat across from Steven in a big leather chair. She wore a yellow transparent blouse. This evening she had not worn a bra and her tits quivered noticeably. He could tell by the way she hung her head to let the shoulder-length hair cover her eyes that she was self-conscious about the size of her tits. Ironically, those tits must have been her Achilles heel. It was his guess that all a man had to do was touch those big knockers and she would cream all over her drawers.
He glanced away from the tube to catch a quick peek at her sexy legs. They were doubled under her and he could see the better part of her right thigh. The skirt was practically clear off her buttocks. If he stared long enough, he could see the fleshy asscheeks spilling a little over the legs of her panties. Then, once in a while, she would look up at him and pretend to pull down the hem, but the gesture said a thousand-and-one things.
She appeared to be very bored and a bit sleepy. He saw her bedroom eyes squint; some bizarre sexual thought had passed through her mind. She put her chin back into her hands and continued to watch the tube.
Finally, she sighed and stood up. "Steven," she said rather sharply, "I'm going to have a drink. May I pour you one? You do drink now, don't you?"
"I would prefer grass, but I'll take a rum and Coke."
"What do you think of this rash of streaking we are having across the country?" She was not headed in any given direction, just making small talk.
"I think it's healthy."
"I agree with you. It's a sign of the times, actually; a sign of social unrest."
She made the drinks and handed him one. He looked up at her. He saw the short skirt revealing the muscular thighs and the golden peach fur growing on them, highlighted by her deep tan. The skirt was a wispy, slinky material and clung over the mound of her pussy. He saw the erotic bulge of her cunt; she must be wearing her panties tight over her clit. He wondered if females got off that way. The taut panties had to be causing plenty of friction against a fleshy part as sensitive as the clitoris. He had to force his eyes away from her crotch. She had seen him and she cocked an inquisitive eyebrow.
He asked her, "Have you thought about streaking?"
She stood very close to his chair, leaning slightly on one leg, the drink held to her lips.
"Wouldn't that blow the minds of our noble citizens here in Kingsport? I'd like to streak through the country club or past an old golfer just as he was about to tee off."
"I can't believe you would want to. But you would upset a lot of people-I mean, with all the cock you have."
"There are a great many things I would like to do. Things no one would ever suspect. I have my secret fantasies like everybody else-you better believe it!"
"You seem so poised and calm."
"Don't you believe it. Beneath this cold exterior lies an erupting volcano."
She slipped a hand inside her blouse and caressed her tits. The jugs distorted and jiggled a bit. His penis surged and slithered from beneath his shorts to throb along his thigh.
"You said I would upset a lot of people. Don't you think I'm overweight? I think so." She gave him the grand view of her sumptuous body.
"No ... you look just fine to me."
"Yes, but I could take off a few more pounds. And these-of course...." She palmed one tit inside the blouse and made it pout outward. "If they weren't so monstrous. Of course if I didn't have large boobies I know men would never look at me. Ohhh, maybe I should not speak of such things around you?"
"I guess I hadn't ever realized just how, ah, large they are."
She tried to detect in which direction he was leading now.
The silence was unbearable. She put the drink down and continued to stand in front of him, daring him to take the cunty bait she dangled. She made sure he saw her eyes go down to the bulge in the front of his trousers; the one fact he could not cover up. He wanted to fuck her in the worst way.
It was true-his cock was growing bigger by the second. He believed that all women were basically masochists and enjoyed being fucked hard and strong, even brutally. He knew that she was often cranky, and cranky women usually wanted the big fuck. She was now a tanned, ripe peach waiting to be tasted.
She sucked her bottom hp, determined, and unbuttoned the top of her blouse. She let the blouse drop off her shoulders and then removed it. She had put her radical shit in the game and taken his dare.
"Well, you wanted to see them, didn't you? What do you think of them?" Her voice cracked in spite of the cold air she put forth.
"Very nice-" His breath had been taken away. All he could do was stare at the beautiful tits.
"Take a good, long, hard look, Steven. I want you to see them more than anything. I want you to like them ... and me."
Her naked tits blinded him! They appeared altogether different than what he had thought. They were much bigger and heavier than he had imagined. They looked like tremendous teardrops.
He reached out in a daze and touched the erotic flesh of her sexy legs. He raised her skirt, hoping she would not suddenly turn against him. Her legs and thighs were exactly as she wanted them to be, the way a real woman, who is shapely, should look. She made sure that the inner lobes of her thighs were soft enough for a man to grab a handful of to testify that she was indeed most feminine where her creamy twat was concerned. She was hottest in the center of her snatch. All the milk and cream of mellow cuntal warmth flowed out into white lumps, squirted from her hot pussy.
"Aren't you going to kiss me?" she asked boldly, without the fear of being aggressive now that she had snared him in the web of unescapable passion.
He was beyond caring about anything, such as the bullshit about her father's wife. He stood up and pulled her to him. She gazed into his eyes and saw enough lust for her sexy body to make her twitch and tremble. He kissed her clumsily, as a boy would kiss a puppy-love on the first date. She was understanding-he was just a boy in mind, despite his more than man-sized cock.
They kissed and his tongue pushed into her mouth. There was some feeling there, her toes twitched, and her body felt lurid. His hands went slowly down and touched the firm curves of her ass. Her softness was wobbly and pliable and he worked his fingers into the asscheeks as if he were molding jelly. She began to twist and turn in his embrace. Her tits were cushions of heavenly softness. He held the skirt up and pulled her panties to one side.
"Kiss my titties, Steven...." she urged.
He kept his finger in her pussy while he admired the rich, full tits that looked like two mountain peaks sticking up from her chest. He grabbed one and milked it down until she wiggled against her will. He took his time manipulating her tit, deliberately. Her head tossed and she made writhing moves to demonstrate how helpless she was. There were signs of passion bubbling all over her pretty face, now flushed pink from the excitement that he was giving her. He could feel now the warmth of her beautiful tits and he played with them, letting his hand ooze in the goodness of the jugflesh.
"You're a marvelous lover, Steven," she whispered in his ear.
He was wild now, trying to suck the juice from her big tits, moaning and groaning. Now he was in a hurry to get the short skirt off. He squeezed her cunt in a downward motion, as if he was milking a cow. She stiffened and did not dare move. He managed to get at her cut, along with grabbing a handful of moist pussy. He milked her snatch and rubbed the full length of her slit until it was wet and dripping.
"Oh, that's so good, Steven. Go ahead and do whatever you like!"
He dropped to his knees and pulled down her panties. He diddled at the entrance of her cunthole, pulling the tender snatch lips apart. Very delicately he inserted one finger into the center of her pussy, twirling, caressing, thrilling, and sizing her up.
She looked down with a half-bored expression. Her lips spread in a broad, sly grin, and it looked like he was thinking about taking a chunk of pussy with his teeth. Then she held her head back and groaned aloud; this boy's kisses were unbearable on her hot pussy. He was such a dear, with so much to learn about pleasing older women. But if he fucked her well enough, and" his dick was as huge as rumor had it, she would make the time to teach him the fine skills of getting a woman to come over and over again.
His mouth finally settled on the slight rise of her stiff little clit and it almost made her shoot off. He played there for what seemed like hours before she felt the hot wetness of his lips move down to her open cunt hole. She glanced down between her legs just in time to see a slippery, milky oil seep out into his mouth.
"No, here, wait-sit down on the couch, Steven."
She raised him up off his knees and pushed him back to the couch. He twisted and rolled from side to side, his dick so hot and so itchy for cunt that he couldn't be still. She smiled and sat down beside him.
"Here ... let me take your jeans off. OK?"
She unbuckled his belt and he fondled her big tits, hanging down like fleshy melons. She reached in his fly and pulled his dick free, then pushed the jeans all the way off his legs.
"Oh my, Steven!"
She could not move for a moment, so taken away by the sight of his monstrosity of a dick. Suddenly it became a whole new ball game. She had underestimated what she might find when she opened Pandora's box. Steven was bigger in the cock department than his good old dad. And heaven knows, her husband had the all-time king-sized dick. Like father, like son, they said. Here was living evidence. She wanted to make it good for him. Of course, young cunts like Dorie had sucked him off. Dorie had once promised to scratch out Felicia Waters' eyes if she so much as looked at this cock. And here it was, all her very own, to fuck as much as she wanted.
She could still taste the cocks of four truckdrivers she had sucked off. It had left an uncanny longing for more dick juice. She leaned over and put the tip of her tongue to his cockhead. Just tasting. She put her right hand under his heavy balls while the left hand held the base of his root. It was hard and skinned back; the tip was bright red and she could see the veins throbbing. Poor kid. He wanted this so badly. She took a big bite, just under the red dickhead. The sound of his moaning with the first contact made her feel hornier than hell. Yes, he would be easy to please. Young boys were usually so hot that just winking at them could make their dicks shoot off.
She slurped up and down the big prick until it looked ready to pop open. She was interested to see just how big she could make it. It was now round and too thick to put a fist around. She was impressed. Could she take it all in her mouth? Did she dare attempt to give him the deep-throat action? It would be a challenge, all right, if she had the guts to take that huge fuckmeat in her mouth.
She licked her lips to make them ready. She came up over his dickshaft, pointing straight up like an arrow. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, almost getting it all in her mouth, but the touch of her lips was too much for him. He bolted upward and tried to jam the big root to her. She had to hold his cockstem down to make him stay still. His prick popped out of her fingers and waved in every direction. Each time her fingers would reach to capture it, the cock waved the other way. Boy, he was really excited!
Finally she recaptured the dong and held it with a strong grip. He was going to have to be a big boy and learn control. If he kept getting carried away, he would miss out on the best fuck.
It wasn't a good fit; his cockknob was much too big and round for her small mouth. She just knew that her mouth would be stretched out of shape if she stuck to sucking it. The hell with it! That was what made sucking a dick so damn good, finding a man who was a challenge in mind and equipment. She hung in there, barely able to breathe because the big fuck-muscle had stretched and distorted her mouth.
The cock squirmed out of her mouth. Damn it, she couldn't make it fit her mouth. The first thought was to make him bust his nuts, so it would be easier to suck. But he was just a baby and didn't deserve the special shit she used for seasoned pot-bellies who could hardly get their cocks up, let alone shoot their loads within any reasonable length of time. She took it out of her mouth and sucked hard just under the ridge. He liked that, so she stayed there a while. She wondered how he would react if she suddenly sucked his balls and licked out his asshole. But first, she must get the dickhead completely in her mouth. Fuck it. Let him rip her mouth open; she was feeling brave now, and she opened her mouth again.
She mouthed all of the big dick. It was rough going for a while but she finally had his cock fucking in and out of her mouth. She gave him the saliva treatment and made his dick stem wet-to make him think that he had shot off. While she sucked, she made slurping sounds to make him think it was the best head fuck she ever had. But he was more man than she thought, because he stood up and held her head while he fucked her mouth. He had control now, and he bent his knees and poked deep into the back of her throat-as if he was fucking an elephant in the ass. She continued to take as much dick as he could throw and finally had to pull her mouth off his dick. She placed both hands up against his stomach to make sure he couldn't jam that cock to her too deep and furious.
"Be careful, sweetheart. You don't want to hurt Momma...."
She realized that she had brought up a touchy subject. After all, she was his mother. She hoped that he wouldn't let it fuck up his psyche so much as to let it mar their upcoming fuck. And she hoped he was not like his father, who had a very short attention span.
"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" He started to back off.
"No ... don't stop. I love it, but you're so damn long. I could swallow it all for you, if you held still long enough."
"You mean like in that movie-Deep Throat?"
"Yes, only she didn't have as much to work with. Just look at all this big cock I have." She held his lengthy dick in her palm and showed it to him.
He took a second look; he didn't know that his cock could get so big. Of course he knew that he was abnormally huge and all that shit, but, fuck, he was really steamed up over her. He had to look at her in a different light now. Yeah, she turned him on, and he wanted to fuck her so badly that his balls ached. If he had been younger, he might have broken down and cried like a baby. He had heard old men say that good, good pussy could make a strong man weep like a baby.
"I'm sorry...." he said.
"Just hold still, OK? I want to give you something special. It feels really good on my lips and I sometimes imagine that my lips are my pussy lips. When I suck your dick it makes my cunt boiling hot ... you know ... Of course you don't know. Here ... if you'll just fuck my mouth a little ... there. Oh, there! That's it! A nice steady rhythm. Hmmmenuh! Good."
She was determined to make him shoot off now. His huge cock would never fit her pussy hole. She was already sore from balling the four truckdrivers. Although she loved to ball, she was not sure she could stand the temptation. She could fuck twenty men, all day long, and still beg for more. But she might as well break him in right.
"Steven, would you give me some of the come inside it?" She used a voice clearly not her own. It was that of a child and perhaps an angel.
"Damn, Cybil!"
"Please?"
She picked up the glass of Scoth and dumped the contents on the carpet, then held it just under his cockhead. She heard him gasp, his body tightening like a bow. He had gotten the message all right; she wasn't the type to pussyfoot around when it came to fucking. The nitty-gritty was not lowdown enough for her. She got down further than that-it was a challenge to see how much of a puritan he might be.
"I'm going to give you the full treatment. I was saving some things for my old age-to do to your father."
She made a neat circle with her fingers; a target for him to fuck his cock through. He fucked his cock through without touching the fingers. Her eyebrows went up and smiled that he had done very well. Then she held her head back and opened her mouth, her tongue beckoning him to try again.
She sandwiched his fuck-muscle between her hot palms. "You know, your dad doesn't shoot much spunk. Why don't you try and keep the family name going?"
For father and pride, he fucked into her pretty mouth as hard as he could. "Give it all to me, give it to me." she kept repeating, and wrapped one smooth arm around his leg.
He felt his dickshot building up, but somehow getting past the eruption point. He wanted it, but he could not make his root shoot the come. What was happening to him? Here he was with a beautiful, sex-starved adult woman begging for his dick juice, and he could not deliver. He stared at her face. Although he was fucking a mile-a-minute, faster than a jackrabbit, she seemed to move in slow motion. She deliberately got her shots in by sucking his cock in different spots. It didn't matter to her how fast he went, she was going to get hers, one way or the other. Then he saw her raise the glass up higher ... higher, until it was under the head of his cock. Then it was as if she knew something that he did not, because she took his fuckmeat from her mouth and stared at it. Her hand rubbed along his cock shaft, back to his balls. She tickled his sac and blew a kiss at his dick.
He shot off so hard he did not think he was ever going to stop. He stood there trembling, knees locked, both hands holding onto his cock for dear life. She calmly, sensuously caught all of his come in the glass. She waited until the steady stream of come turned into driplets. Then she took a strong hold at the base of his cock and milked what was left into the glass.
She looked up at him through sexy eyes. "I wouldn't do this for just anybody." She turned the glass up to her lips and drank the contents.
He felt faint and shot off another load of jism just to see her repeat the performance.
He looked around the bedroom, his father's bedroom. He saw his father's house slippers, his robe, his pipe, all laid out as if she had been expecting him soon. What if he suddenly showed up tonight? But it was well past ten o'clock and his dad would not take such a late hour to travel. His father was one of those who believed in early to bed, early to rise, work like hell and advertise. There were other things lying about, Cybil's sweet, feminine thighs. There were a pair of pink panties with see-through silk lying on the foot of the bed.
She had been wondering if he would chicken out once he stepped into this bedroom. She had to play it right or never get a chance to fuck him. And as hot as her pussy was right now, after drinking his come, she wasn't about to risk fucking up her incest trip. She did not mind humoring this man-child, if that was what it would take. The expression on her face was a passionate stupor. She suddenly became, for his sake, the dumb, cunty female about to sacrifice herself for the sake of satisfying a cock. She looked over and saw his big naked fuckmeat.
He stood away from the bed, towering over her. He was at least three inches longer than her husband. He held his hands on his hips, posing like a Greek god, and his spear-point cock stretched before him. The size of his dick made him the stud for all women that their husbands could never be.
She stepped quickly to the bed, almost too quickly, and crawled upon it, looking like a taller Elizabeth Taylor playing the role of Cleopatra. He peeled off her panties and knelt between the billows of soft flesh, and thought how much he would like to get into her pussy. Maybe fuck her pussy, without rushing, for a full day. Just eating and dicking her pussy hole, to let her know how deep into eating pussy he could get.
She saw him staring there, wanting him to enjoy her cunt hole. She wiggled with impatience to begin the fucking. She squealed loudly when his mouth touched her knees. Then she felt the hard, blunt end of his tree trunk cock thump against the lips of her slit.
His cockflesh became a stranger; it was not his cock that was about to take this pussy. Not his own, because he could never admit honestly, and hear himself say it, that he had wanted to fuck his father's wife since the first time he had seen her. He used to see her go to the pool and swim, wearing that damned bikini suit that showed all of her ass. He used to watch her standing beside the pool, playing with herself. She would give her ass a big shake, like she was disregarding the sexuality of having one ... so hot and so bothersome that it drove her crazy. She hated being female; she hated it because along with all the other miseries that the job holds, she must also bear the tortuous burden of having to cope with a pussy that stays hot twenty-four hours a day.
It was all expressed and mirrored in her slinky body and her provocative strut. The way she let her knockers bounce and jiggle told him that they were not getting enough of a man's kissing. The way she drew her legs closed, tightly shut, when she sat down, told him that she could come with a little sucking-out. She needed a good blow job and a hard dick-like his.
At last he was lying on top of his father's woman, listening to her pant, rage, and squeal beneath him. He wanted her to beg for his cock, the way he had secretly begged for this moment. He rolled his prick between her legs, letting it roam over her stomach, and back down over her soft thighs. He felt it grow harder and his root was too stiff to dryfuck her any more. He caught her asscheeks in both hands and slid his dick up and down her clitoris. He brought his hand down, to better control the cunt teasing. He rubbed his cock up the center of her slit and the snatch was wet as a river. Then up around her clitoris. He pressed hard there, just under the clit so it wouldn't slip, and began to dryfuck her there. She wiggled and turned, but kept her clitoris in perfect position for his probing.
It was more than just pussy that his dick had slipped deep into: it was a whole new world. A world of unearthly delights, where there was nothing but goodness and the heightening of pleasure. It was as though he had entered the soul of a wanton. Here, and only here, deeply burrowed inside her vagina, he experienced the real person. A woman who held so many fears that they had nearly made her neurotic. She loved to fuck but did not know how to deal with it. She had thought it was naughty to masturbate, but did so each day of her life, before and after fucking some hard-dick stud. The older she grew, the more the feeling of want for a stiff cock increased, until it was an unwelcomed obsession with her. It had made her seek other women to help fill in the empty void while her husband was away. But here ... deep inside her cunt, it was like taking a cool, refreshing breath of air. There was no need to worry about being insecure while she was held in the arms of a loving male. A male with a big, long dick to sooth away the anguish of the biological change, and release the daily mounting tension. How her neck and upper shoulders ached, and now that tension was being slowly taken from her, the penis was fucking her blues away.
Her pussy seemed to snap at his dick the moment he pushed it in. He felt the pressure of her orgasm right away. The walls of her pussy closed down and the cunt tunnel was blocked. He had to hold his dick there while she grunted and had her first orgasm. She squealed and relaxed, and he was able to penetrate further into her creamy twat. It was a tight squeeze and he had to push extra hard, much too tight for funky stroking and making dick-in-cunt circles. He felt his cock reaching the end of her vagina and the tip of her cervix blocked his fuck. He puckered his ass-muscles and withdrew his fuckmeat until it was just hanging on the edge of the pussy crater. He fucked her hard and stopped. He made love to her while his cock held still. She got off on his kissing her lips, and relaxed, and forgot that he was stuffed deep in her cunt. It was at that time that he fucked and sank all the way into her snapping-turtle cunt.
Once more the walls of her pussy clamped down on his dick. This time he was too deep in her to be pushed out. There was a forceful thrust that pushed pressures against his dick. He circled and teased her cunt tunnel-it felt so good that she opened up-and he jammed a chunk of dick into her cervix.