Chapter 6
Pat and Amy lay side by side, watching Penny working her father's cock in her young pussy. It seemed to Pat that the youngster screwed almost as mechanically as John, just using his cock as a mean of coming and settling her spaced-out nerves. What a strange family, Pat thought, but then, who's to say so? All women screwed for different reasons, she guessed. Everyone followed his own personal path in sex. But incest! The final taboo. While she got hot looking at the kid fucking, it still seemed wrong to Pat. Penny was screwing, but missing all the real excitement of playing around. Of being in love, the normal way.
"Does Penny date?" she asked Amy. "I mean, does she have a boyfriend to make out with?"
Amy shook her head negatively. She listened while Pat told her about Bobby. Not all about Bobby. Just that she knew a good-looking teenager with whom Penny could have fun.
"Fun?" Amy asked quietly.
Pat felt her face growing warm. If she said much more, too much might come out. She turned on her side, and cupped Amy's bare cunt. Her sister's nipples snapped up hard! Pat's mind raced back to how they used to play around with each other's boobies and pussies when they were growing up together. She spread her legs and sighed hotly when her sister's finger found her clit.
"Turn around," Amy whispered. "Put your mouth on my cunt."
Soon the bed shook from more than the motion of Penny's slim body riding her daddy's stiff cock. Low moans of pleasure filled the room. Pat's mouth was filled with hot cunt flesh and her pussy worked strongly against the pressure of Amy's long middle finger pushing deep. They brought each other off, over and over again, licking and sucking. But no matter how many times Pat came, she was still not satisfied. A woman's finger was terrific, but it wasn't a hard cock. It didn't fill her full, or make her orgasms lessen her inner tensions.
"Can't take anymore. Not for a bit, Amy. I'm going to my own bed. See you in the morning. Help Penny. Poor kid! She's fucked herself into a cold sweat."
Pat tossed and turned, sleeping fitfully. When the morning sun brightened her room, she headed for the shower and then dressed hurriedly. It was time to make something happen! She'd get the darn Buick fixed and get wheels under her. Somewhere out there was a man as horny as she, and today was the day to find him.
She got her guests squared away for their day, and gave Amy Bobby's phone number. "Think about it," she told her sister. "Penny deserves some young fun."
Pat called the Auto Club and asked about getting the Buick starter fixed. "I want to ride along," she told the man. "I really need the car now. No, I don't mind waiting in the repair shop."
To her disappointment, the truck driver who picked her up was old, greasy and sullen. When they pulled into the garage, the owner talked briefly to Pat, apologizing for the lack of a customer lounge.
"There's an old couch back in the stock room," he said. "And some beat up magazines. But this job won't take too long."
Pat leafed through the dog-eared issues without interest. She could not remember when she wanted to fuck so badly. Last night with John had really just teased her. She spread her knees and tugged her skirt a little higher. Her fingertip rested on her clit, while she flicked nervous glances through the door to the shop.
One of the young mechanics burst into the stock room, tugging his dick out as he headed for the men's room in the back. He skidded to a quick halt when he caught sight of Pat. She jerked her hand away from her cunt, and blushed as she realized how high her skirt had crept up her legs. His quick eyes zeroed in on her bare pussy.
"Geez, I'm sorry," he appologized. "Didn't know anyone was back here. I gotta go!"
Pat sat listening to him pissing, the image of his thick wide cock in his hand burning into her mind. When he came out, he paused and said, "You own the Buick? It's ready. Maybe we should check it out together."
She smiled and nodded. Here was a man! Tall and young and strong. His wide smile was easy and quick. And his eyes burned right through her clothes. They piled in the car and he gunned it off the lot and headed for the edge of town.
"I'm on my lunch break. I eat at home. You're invited, if you dig burgers and beans."
"You don't waste time, do you?" Pat smiled. "Well, why not?"
His open appreciation of her figure made her nipples perk up under her tight sweater. She felt at ease with him. And hot! Without the words being spoken, they seemed to have agreed on using his lunch hour for eating something other than just food.
The walls of his small apartment were plastered with cut-out pictures of naked women in sexy poses. An odd-looking camera stood on a tripod, in a comer of his living room.
"Sort of a hobby with me. Photography, I mean. Some day my name will mean a lot to guys who dig sex flicks. 'Don Merit-Photographer Extraordinaire', or something corny like that."
"If you took all these, you are already pretty darn good," Pat smiled at him. "It must be fun to model. More exciting than being just a housewife. You take sex flicks, you said?"
He grinned. "Just for kicks. And the training. When I can find someone with a broad mind. And a fantastic body. Like yours. Would you pose for me?"
Pat laughed, "You really do move right along. Well, what would I do first?"
"This," he said, reaching for the button of her sweater.
She let him tug it up over her head, smiling as she saw his eyes widen as he stared at her hard-tipped breasts.
"Jesus Christ!" he breathed. "Beautiful!" His hand dropped to his cock. "Do you really care about posing?" he blurted out.
Pat said one word. "No." She caught her breath as his hands hotly cupped her swelling tits. Her nipples burned like fire under the pressure of his warm palms. His tongue slipped hotly into her open I mouth. Fast! So fast!! She felt her legs trembling. Her hips ground harshly against the fullness of him. His fingers fumbled with the catch on the side of her skirt. She hadn't been in his place for five minutes, and here she was-naked, panting hotly, and ready to fuck!
Her hand found his zipper and tugged. His hard cock jumped into her hand.
He breathed hotly, "Mmmmm. Are you one ready chick!"
She sank down on his couch, her mouth eagerly sucking his dick while he struggled to get out of his slacks. Pat grabbed him around his hips, holding him tightly. Her head bobbed up and down on his swelling dick which pushed against the back of her throat. Her finger crept down the crack of his ass and teased against his puckered asshole.
"God damn! Are you hot, baby!" he groaned. "Suck that thing. Je-sus! Bite me. I like it rough!"
His hips moved steadily, pushing his long prong in and out of her mouth. Her own hips were moving as though she already had him in her cunt.
"The scent of your pussy is driving me wild," he choked. "Ease off on me a minute. Let me get down on you."
Pat lay back on the couch, lifting her legs and laying her hot snatch wide open for him.
"Suck me, Don," she pleaded. "I'm so damn hot I want you to eat me until I scream and scream for mercy!"
He jerked her to the edge of the couch. His fingers tugged her cunt lips apart, revealing the moist pink woman flesh inside.
"Lick my clit," she moaned. "Push. Push your tongue in me."
His thumb tickled over her clit and sent wild charges zipping through her shaking body. Her two fingers pressed down hard, making her clit pop up lewdly. Her hand circled his neck and moved his head up and down as he licked and swirled his tongue around and around on her throbbing nubbin.
"Aaaarrrghhh," Pat moaned. "I'm coming. Already! I can't believe it!"
His mouth gathered up every inch of her hot cunt, but he held still, keeping up a strong suction while she rode out her climax.
"Do you want me in you now?" he asked. "Are you ready to do it with me?"
"Oh God, yes! Fuck me, Don. Screw my cunt clear off. I need this. Need it; Have to have it. Put it in me. NOW!"
His strong cock slipped between her wet cunt lips. It kept on going, bottoming in her hot hole with one stroke. He rode her like he was a fucking machine, his cock slurping noisily as his balls slapped against her heated flesh.
"What a pussy! So alive. Some jerk is a stupid idiot to let you run around this town. Fuck, baby. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!!!"
Pat spread wider and reached down to feel his stiff rod ramming in and out of her. Her fingers closed tightly around him, milking him, getting every inch of his meat slippery smooth. He settled into a steady rhythm, making the couch rock and creak. Waves of fire seemed to consume her as they screwed faster and faster.
"Do it! Do it! Do it to me!" she kept moaning over and over. Her nails dug into his cock, but the pain only made him grow harder and screw her even faster. She bucked and shook, as he tore at her tits and pinched her flaming hot nipples. Her hands were everywhere on him-pinching, pulling, teasing, probing into his tight asshole, and grabbing his swollen balls.
Her eyes glazed over with lust. She was being fucked right out of her mind! The apartment went fuzzy and blurred. Their gasping breathing and the protests of the old couch springs filled the room with erotic echoes. This was no tender love making. It was hard, brutal, fantastic fucking!
Pat kept coming over and over again, but it made no difference to Don. He just gripped her hips harder and plunged his cock in and out with ever-increasing speed. She could feel her hot cunt juice trickling down over her asshole. He felt so good inside her she wanted to scream for joy, so everyone in the whole damn building could hear her.
"D-d-don't you ever c-c-come?" she gasped.
He slowed down a bit and eased back to look down into her misty eyes.
"I never want to come. But if it happens, it happens. I don't even think about it. I just love to fuck. And keep fucking."
Pat pushed him up off of her a little bit, trying to catch her breath. Her mouth was as dry as her cunt was wet. A tiny part of her hot mind began to marvel at the differences between men. He fucked like a crazy, hopped-up stud, and yet he didn't hurt her. Not one bit. His cock fit into her cunt like it was custom made for her. How strange! But how wonderful! Her eyes drifted closed and her hips began working him into her deeper, controlling him, slowly and sensuously. "You fuck me better than any man I've ever known," she murmured.
He nibbled on her ear, and made his cock twitch inside her. "And we're still in the old missionary position," he smiled. "But it is the best. Unless...."
"What?" she whispered.
"Care to turn over?" he asked.
"You won't hurt me?"
"No way! Scout's honor!"
He slipped out and gently turned her over and pulled her up on her hands and knees. Her asshole burned and smarted as he worked his hard tool past her tight entrance. Then he was all the way inside, rigid, holding very still while his cock throbbed. Her ass began to move, ever so slowly and cautiously.
"I like it," she whispered. "I feel like I'm being split in two, but I like it! You're a hot poker in me. Stroke. Stroke! Push harder. Aaaaaaarghhh!"
Her quick climax surprised her. Jesus Christ, she thought, I'm turning into a complete sex fiend! Pat moaned and stretched out flat on the shabby couch, reaching for his hand. She guided it to her cunt and thrilled to the touch of his fingers working in her slick pussy hole while his cock kept drilling into her wiggling ass. . He came smoothly up on his knees, holding her body tightly between his legs. His hands spread her asscheeks so he could peer down and see his stiff cock churning in and out of her hot asshole.
"Oh, damn!" he muttered. "My first mistake this year. Seeing my cock fucking your ass makes me want to come. But not in there. Turn over. Quick! Quick!"
He pulled out, holding himself up in the air while she rolled under him and held her pussy open with both hands for his thick prick to dip down and slide into her cunt.
The moment he touched bottom, she braced herself for the hot blast of cum she knew she'd feel any second. His hands moved up her body to squeeze her tits. He grew as hot as a forest fire inside of her. Pat seized her legs and jerked them up high and wide so she could look down and see his cock blast her snatch with its load.
"Come! Come! Come!" she chanted. "Now. Right now. Let it go. All of it. I want to feel you shooting in me!"
He groaned, unable to stop the rush of boiling hot cum surging through his pulsing dick. Her pussy cramped. His hips shook, driving every inch of his cock into her hole. He kept coming and coming, spurting wildly. Her legs snapped open. She jammed her finger in her cunt, pressing his jerking cock tightly against the top of her hot pussy, feeling every heavenly jet as his balls emptied into her.
He collapsed on his back, his hard cock slapping up wetly against his stomach.
He muttered, "Jeez, what a hot female you are. And I didn't get one damn bit of this session on film. That's not like me. You really took me over!"
Pat nestled close to him, her hand trembling on his wet dick. "Do I have to wait for my old Buick to break down again before I see you?"
He laughed, "Hell, no. You know where I live. And work. Next time, we'll try to slow down a bit.
Fucking like we do is really worth preserving on film. Oh, shit! Work! My boss will fire my butt right out on the street if I don't get back on the job. How long have we been fucking?"
"Not nearly long enough," Pat murmured. "But I suppose you do have to go."
"Money, money," he sighed. "Well, let's take a shower and get back to life's dull routine."
Their shower was a long one. Pat washed his cock tenderly and spread her legs wide while he returned the favor.
"Go down on me," she pleaded, still so hot she couldn't give him up.
He pulled her down with him and slid his strong hands under her hot ass. Her fingers twisted in his hair while he ate her cunt and the water pelted down on them. He got her off twice before he dragged her to her feet and turned the water off.
"One more time," she pleaded.
Her trembling fingers pushed his cock where she wanted it. They stood toe to toe, their heads touching. His cock dragged deliciously over her flaming hot clit as he pumped and pumped into her.
"Let's get back on that couch," he panted. "I have one more come left in me. The hell with work."
Her legs lifted over his back. Her heels dug into his wet ass, sinking him to the very bottom of her tender pussy. This time they fucked very slowly, reveling in the feel of moist flesh rubbing against moist flesh. All too soon, he came, but he lay still on her. For the first time in what seemed like countless years, Pat was completely satisfied-happy and relaxed. This feeling was what she hoped to help Penny achieve. She felt a tiny twinge of regret at being thirty years old. She had missed so much terrific loving in her life. She thought about Ray. Shit! He would be home tonight. She sighed, wondering what would happen to her before tomorrow's sun brightened the summer sky.