Chapter 1
Marcy Cooper lay back on the pillows massaging her tits and Walter Van Blancen's head while he nuzzled and kissed her cunt. The black string bikini she had on made both those activities conveniently possible. The crotchband that covered her red haired cunt was only an inch or so wide, and stretchy enough for Walter to hold to one side while he ran his stiffened tongue up and down Marcy's nicely wet slit and smacked warm little kisses all over the sex puffed lips of her cunt. The top of her Brazilian made bathing suit was equally brief and stretchy, allowing room for her hand in addition to her big, stiff nippled tits. Purring with contentment, she kept shifting her very trim legs on her bed, and each time she moved them, faithful Walter was right there with his tongue and his lips to take full advantage of what was exposed to him. Just outside her bedroom window, Marcy's daughter Cathy was hard at work with Marcy's nephew, Johnny, and all was right with the world or soon would be.
Marcy lifted one well tanned leg up high in the air, and Walter's tongue slashed down past her fuck hole and on to that wonderfully sensitive stretch of her woman flesh between her cunt and her asshole. He loved to kiss and lick her there. He loved to kiss and lick her anywhere. He often described himself as a forty five year old crotch cannibal, and he therefore made a good part time companion for Marcy, for she had a thirty four year old crotch that loved to be sucked on and kissed. Still dressed in his business suit and tie, he was doing a pretty good job of feasting on Marcy's cunt now, at least for a start. Outside, the kids were splashing and laughing, and although Marcy didn't like the sound of that laughter, she ignored it for now and proceeded to roll over in bed.
Face flushed and hair tousled, Walter drew back on his knees to watch every move Marcy made. His hard cock tented out the front of his pants, and his breathing was coming fast through his cunt wetted lips, for Marcy was something to look at under any circumstances, and especially these. Her flame colored hair was of shoulder length, and her features were piquantly pretty. Her coppery skin gleamed with lotion, and was firm and wrinkle free. Her lovely big tits lolled heavily in their tiny knitted triangles of black cloth. Walter reached down and rubbed at his burning hot cock as the best part of Marcy Cooper came into view.
She had an ass that just wouldn't quit, and she knew it and proudly flaunted it. All that covered it now was the single black string that went round her smoothly jutting hips, and the second black string that disappeared down through the crack between her ass cheeks. Those ass cheeks were perfect in every respect, resiliently firm, and yet pliably soft enough to jiggle and quiver delightfully as she repositioned herself on the bed with artfully practiced moves.
"My God, you've a beautiful ass!" Walter murmured, as Marcy leisurely drew her knees up under her and squirmed her fine, plump buttocks from side to side.
"And you'd better have plenty of beautiful kisses for it, baby doll, " Marcy replied, for she'd quickly learned about Walter's main weakness. She kept squirming and shifting her hips, and reaching back to run her hands up the backs of her thighs and the very warm globes of her buttocks. She smiled against her pillow when she felt Walter's warm breath join her hands in caressing her nicely presented ass.
"Marcy, can I kiss your ass now? Pretty please?"
"Don't be so impatient, " Marcy replied, and went on with her teasing, though she was the one with impatience seething all up and down through her crotch.
"Pretty please!" he repeated. "The taste of your cunt, just the smell of it has me half out of my mind! The kids can't see. They're busy. Marcy, please let me kiss your beautiful, gorgeous ass!"
She clucked and sighed in mock exasperation with him, hooked her fingers in the string between her buttocks, and drew it aside. "Okay, come and kiss Marcy's nasty old ass, but do it right. Nice and deep, " she said, and thrilled to the very warm chills that ran up and down her spine as Walter's hands reverently closed on her hips and he started nuzzling and licking his way through the groove of her ass.
"Most beautiful ass in the world, " Walter muttered, hotly panting his way up and down through that groove, kissing and fondling the quivering globes of her buttocks, tasting her salty sweet femininity.
From outside Marcy could hear only giggling, and she didn't like that a bit, but she liked the way Walter paid homage to her ass. He worshipped her body in every way, but she took her keenest pleasure in the way this important, successful man so eagerly got down on his knees and kissed her ass.
"Do it good, " Marcy murmured, and Walter gladly complied, crouching lower and sending his panting, hot breath and the tip of his tongue in search of another good taste of the musky juices welling up in her cunt. He inhaled very deeply, breathing in the warm, humid fragrance of the fetid, exotic swamp that was nestled in the soft red hair between Marcy's legs. Then he tickled and delved with the tip of his tongue to her asshole, and licked it and lapped it while she squirmed very hotly on her bed and said, "Do it good, baby. Do me real good today."
Walter drew back for just a moment and gazed through glazed eyes at Marcy's asshole, a tight, puckered ring of deep tan that was throbbing with life. Extending his tongue, he touched that tan ring with it, then wriggled and burrowed it on inside and felt her hot vibrations tingling through his clasping, caressing hands.
"Oh, yeah! That's what I like! Tongue fuck my asshole, you dirty old man! Do it good, baby doll. Do it deep." Not all of Marcy's hot urging and writhing were genuine. Though she adored the sensations that went along with the humbling of Walter, what she really preferred was a good hard cock plunging up in her cunt. Because of Marcy's keen interest in her daughter's career, that kind of sex had been deprived her for quite some time. But she was smiling most contentedly as she made the most of Walter's very adequate kind of sex.
"If you're going to tongue fuck me there, then do it!" she ordered. "In and out. In and out. Yessss, that's the way!"
She squirmed and mashed her tits against the bedspread, and she squirmed her ass in Walter's hands as the long, tapered wedge of his tongue slipped in and out through the ring of her asshole. If she so commanded it, he'd tongue fuck her asshole all day, forgetting about his business and hers while he did it. Someday Marcy would have him do that very thing, someday soon when the money from her Cathy's career started rolling in. But not today.
"Your tongue isn't big enough!" Marcy moaned, truly itching for something with much more substance back there, namely Walter's cock. "Butt fuck me, Walter! Take out your cock and shove that big beauty right up my ass!"
Walter's cock wasn't all that big, but it was just the right size for Marcy's well prepared asshole. And he kept her sweet asshole well prepared with a finger that screwed and wormed in and out through the soft, tight ring while he fumbled about with the fly of his trousers. Now his cock sprung out, hot and hard and straining, and Walter quickly bent and lapped and licked his flattened tongue over Marcy's warmly throbbing asshole once more, just to be sure he'd be as well prepared as she was.
"God damn it, come fuck me, you ass kissing fool!" Marcy said, hotly wriggling her ass in his face.
"Yes, yes! I'm sorry, sweet Marcy, but sometimes I just can't stop kissing your beautiful ass."
Once again Walter Van Blancen was half out of his head with wanting this beautiful, wickedly sexy woman's fiendishly gorgeous ass. He came forward on his knees, stiff cock in hand, homing in on his kiss slickened target. He felt it clear up in his shoulders when the rubbery knob of his cock kissed Marcy's squirming asshole. "Butt fuck me! Shove it in! Ream out my asshole!" she kept saying, while he was too breathless and panting to utter a word.
But he groaned as he shoved his cock in through that hole, for that first insertion was exquisite, and now he held onto her sweeping wide hips very firmly as he sawed his cock in and out of her butt.
"Oh, shit! Oh, screw me good, you dirty bastard! Don't hold back a goddamned thing, you corn holing sonofabitch!" Marcy chanted, knowing each word drove him on into more of a frenzy, a frenzy whose benefits would be hers as well as his.
The friction of butt fucking was good, nice and tight, as cunt fucking had been years ago when she was a virgin. Marcy's asshole was now attuned to that kind of fucking, and could feel every ridge and ropy vein of the cock that had gone up her asshole so often of late. It was almost as good as getting fucked in the cunt, just as getting tongue fucked back there was almost as good as having her clitoris sucked on. So Marcy's moans and groans were quite real as the hot, sliding friction increased in her asshole, as Walter's good hands pulled and pushed at her gyrating hips.
Walter's voice was plaintive now as he spoke, saying, "Marcy, I've got to rest for a minute. Marcy, I've gotta stop and rest or my nuts will explode!"
"Keep fucking me, you sonofabitch! Keep that big cock of yours jamming and shoving in and out my asshole, you bastard, and don't hold a fucking thing back!"
"Marcy, I'm gonna cream a quart! I am! I'm going to shoot a gallon of jism right up inside your beautiful, gorgeous, marvelous, sexy ass!"
Marcy wanted to tell him to quiet down, lest the kids outside in the pool hear him. She also wanted to feel that hot jism gushing up through his cock and into her guts. So she twisted and turned her hot hips in every direction, and she snarled at him, saying, "Cum, you dirty butt fucker! I want to have all your hot cum in my ass!"
"Rrrgggh! Oh, my God! Ohhhgh! All of it! Marrrcy, I love you! Gaaaagh! God, how I love your beautiful, beautiful ass!"
Walter was gasping and groaning and thrusting and cumming quite heavily. Marcy was stifling her orgasmic moans in her pillow and milking the cum out of him with quick, tilting snaps of her hips. She could most clearly feel the hard, throbbing pulsing of his pistoning cock each time that part of him shot out another hot spurt of his jism. She could feel that hot jism spread out through her guts to her tits and her cunt and her brain. She wallowed in bed, wallowed in sensory feeling, milking and milking the cock in her ass even after its spurting had dwindled to oozing and its owner was sighing and relaxing his hold on her hips. Her peak had passed, too, and as usual, it wasn't quite enough. But it would do for now, and she'd make up for lost time with a truckload of horny young beachboys once Walter Van Blancen had helped her launch Cathy's career. Marcy tried to keep career and money thoughts out of her head while she rang the last drop of Walter's jism from his outward slipping cock, but by the time she rolled over in bed and grinned up at him, those thoughts were with her again.
Walter remained on his knees, gazing adoringly at her, his wet cock drooping down out of his opened fly. Marcy hugged herself luxuriously and said, "You make me feel so good." He did make her feel good in a sexual way, but not nearly so good as her departed husband had made her feel. Kermit had been a tall, well muscled athlete who pushed his big cock in Marcy's hot cunt at least three times each day, spoiling her rotten for any other man.
Walter tore his gaze from Marcy's bewitchingly lovely face and looked down at her crotch. Her cunt lips were still so puffed up with their passion that they held the crotch band of her bikini bottoms aside, showing plump pink pillows of her twat, so beautifully fringed with her fiery red hair. He licked his lips and said, "Is there anything else at all I can do for you, Marcy?"
She wanted to get outside and investigate the ominous quiet there, but she also wanted to keep Walter's interest in her alive and well. So she extended a dainty hand and said, "Yes, you can help me into the bathroom."
His face lit up in a grin. He helped her up from her bed and followed along behind her gloriously squirming buttocks, and there in the bathroom, before her toilet, he faced her and said, "Marcy, marry me now. I'm begging you!"
She shook a finger before his face. "Not till we make our first hundred thousand from Cathy's career in T.V."
"But she might not even make the Olympic team in either diving or swimming. You know, she's getting up in years."
"Sixteen isn't too old for a swimmer, " said Marcy, though her only daughter was really two years older than that. "She'll make the team, maybe win a few medals, and then when your ad agency gets her some good TV commercial work, we'll get married and you can butt fuck me every day and night."
"Marcy, marry me now! Please!"
She stuck up her nose and pointed a finger downward, and said, "I'll marry you when I'm good and ready if at all. Right now, get down there and clean up the mess you made."
Walter fell to his knees in an instant, tore tissue from the roll and started wiping at Marcy's crotch. She enjoyed this part of it, too, not just his submissive attentions, but her artful teasing as well.
She opened her legs while he delicately blotted her moisture from her cuntlips. She turned about and bent over and leaned her hands on the commode, and smiled at the way he blotted tissue all up and down the crack of her ass, and then hotly kissed her there.
"Don't start something now, " she said with mock impatience, and turned around again. She held the little triangle of black aside from her throbbing, pulsing, itching cunt and said, "You're terrible. Now that you've got me all satisfied and happy down there, you want to kiss me all over my ass and butt fuck me again. Is that fair? Now just be a sweet dear and blot Marcy's pretty little pussy again, and then kiss me goodbye and go."
The juice was still oozing fast from her cunt.
There was no way he could keep up with it with just one roll of tissue. She thought she'd scream with her frustration as he dabbed about with the tissue and then covered her cuntlips with kisses, but through it all she kept smiling sweetly, as if she'd just gotten one of those super fucks she'd had with Kermit, her prematurely departed Marcy was still hotter than hell, but her actions in the aftermath of her sex with Walter still didn't have him in the condition he would have to be in before she had him leave.
"Be a dear and reach me my douchebag, Walter, " Marcy said.
Walter stopped dabbing at Marcy's cunt and took a deep breath. He tucked her steadily throbbing cunt back inside her tiny bikini bottom, sealed it with a kiss, and rose to his feet with his cock slowly stiffening. He was almost panting as he got the pink rubber bag from its shelf.
"Can I... do it for you today?"
"We'll see, but I don't think I have the time. Fill it up. Nice and warm, and with plenty of salts. I feel like having a douche and an enema both today for some reason."
Walter looked at her imploringly, and his hand strayed down to his cock as he took a step to the basin to prepare the rubber bag for Marcy's internal ablutions. She stayed there before the toilet, smiling and languidly stretching and yawning, and idly scratching her full, thrusting tits. They needed far more attention than merely her hands, as did her cunt, but this was all part of the game she played with Walter. Her game was working, at least in part, for his cock was almost fully erect when he hung the bulging bag on its hook just behind the toilet and held the long white plastic syringe up between him and Marcy.
"Let me do it for you, Marcy? I won't take long at it this time. I promise."
Marcy pursed her richly red lips and brushed her restless body up against him. She nipped along his jawline with her teeth and she took his cock in her fingers to rub its fully swollen knob against her warm, well oiled belly. She made a sound like an alley cat in heat quite easy for her to accom-plish and watched his grin fade away as she took the syringe from his hand.
"Darling, if you give me my enema I won't get another thing done today. It's one thing when I fill myself up to the bursting point with warm, slippery water, and quite another thing when you lay me down across your lap and play all around with my fanny before you slip the syringe up inside me. Ooo. If I go on like this, I'll change my mind and let you do it after all."
"Marcy, please!"
She shook her head. "You know very well what would happen. You'd get me all full and then you'd beg and plead so that I'd have to give you an enema, too. I'd have to wait, all cramped up, while you took off all your clothes and laid down across my lap and ..."
"Marcy! Would it help if I got down on my knees?"
"You've been there before. Now it's time for you to go and for me to quickly douche and take my enema and go to work. Go! Move! Skedaddle!"
Marcy finally got Walter out her front door. He left with a hard-on, as planned, for she was an earnest believer that the best insurance for getting a man to come back was to see that he left with a hard-on. And she needed Walter, at least for now. And it wasn't right for him to leave satisfied when she was so raging hot.
In her bedroom she had several dildos, each of which was only a poor substitute for Kettnit's cock. Her very wet cuntlips were squirming together as much as her buttocks were as she hurried toward the dresser drawer where she kept the precious thing. She changed the course on the way to look out through the kitchen window to make sure that Cathy and Johnny were still hard at work in the swimming pool. Her sixteen year old nephew was supposed to be pacing Cathy as she swam laps in the pool. But now, to Marcy's great consternation, she saw that the cousins were out of the pool and on its apron, and that little Johnny was between the long legs of her virgin daughter and fucking her most energetically.