Chapter 8
Raymond saw the change in his wife immediately when he came home that evening. He was pleased by her cheerful manner, her happy attitude. He kissed her, running one of his hands down her back to pat her ass.
"Steak tonight," Susan told him. "Your favorite."
"Good," he smiled at her. "I'm starved."
"Go fix yourself a drink and sit down," she said. "I'll have it ready in a few more minutes."
"Where's the brats?" he asked.
"Those brats, as you call them," she said, "are two of the most wonderful children you'll ever find. And those two sweet things are in the family room."
Raymond looked at his wife, seeing her displeasure at his calling them brats. But she wasn't angry, at least. He went into the family room, where they had a small wet bar in the corner. Paul was sprawled out on the floor, reading a book. Tracy was in the love seat, her feet pulled underneath her ass, watching an early program on television. He moved behind the bar and began mixing himself a drink. Lifting the glass to his lips, he looked at his son. He noticed that Paul was very gently pressing his hips down against the carpet. It was obvious to him that his son had a hard-on, and he was mashing it on the floor to increase the good feeling.
He glanced at Tracy, and his eyes went to her knees. Tracy was wearing a skirt he had never seen before. It was very short, he noticed. Her long, creamy thighs were exposed almost to her lap. He glanced up at her tits, and his eyes widened. He could see the dark thrust of her nipples, and knew she was not wearing a bra. He had never seen his daughter without a bra that he could recall.
Taking his drink, he sat down in his lounge chair, and he gazed at his daughter. From his position, he could see her knees and all her thighs clearly. Then he saw that from where he sat, he could see the seat of her panties, too.
Raymond reacted with a hard-on.
Tracy, with her eyes turned toward the television, but watching her father from the corner of her eye, shifted her ass on the love seat, lifting her hip. She noticed her father's eyes pop. She knew he could now see one cheek of her ass--which she wanted him to see.
"Why so quiet?" Susan said, coming into the family room. She saw how her daughter was sitting, noticed the way her husband shifted his eyes away quickly. She glanced at Raymond's lap and saw the growing lump there. She smiled and winked at her daughter.
Tracy gave a subtle wink back.
Susan sat in Raymond's lap, one arm around his neck as she took his drink and sipped from it. Her skirt came up high on her creamy thighs as she sat there, and Raymond noticed. He lifted his eyes and gazed at his wife, confusion on his face. Significantly, he tried to pull her skirt down a little, but Susan stopped him by placing her hand over his. She kissed him, darting her tongue into his mouth. She felt her husband suck on her tongue, and she pressed his hand against her thigh tightly. She squirmed her ass against him, feeling his cock throbbing now.
When she pulled her lips from his, he looked at her in total puzzlement. Susan laughed huskily and crawled from his lap, her skirt riding high on her thighs. "Dinner will be in just a moment, darling," she said, leaving the room.
Susan paused just outside the entrance to the family room, looking back in. She winked at Tracy, and Tracy gave a subtle smile. She shifted her position once again, and Susan winked at her daughter. She saw that Tracy's skirt was now high in the back, both those sweet cheeks revealed to her father. Tracy's panties were not totally sheer, but they hugged her little ass tightly, with just the white showing against her tanned thighs.
Ten minutes later, Susan called them to dinner.
There was very little conversation during dinner, and Susan noticed that Raymond was having a difficult time keeping his eyes off Tracy's tits. Everything was going just as she and her children had planned it, at least so far.
Tracy helped her mother clean up the kitchen, and then Susan suggested to her husband that they go to bed early. She asked him in such a way Raymond knew she was in the mood for some long, pleasant fucking. He was, of course, more than willing. He was always willing, but with the stimulation of his daughter, he was more than ever in the mood this night.
In the bedroom, Susan pranced about in her tight, sheer panties, her shapely tits bobbling. She posed and brushed her hair, glancing at Raymond now and then. He was on the bed, naked, his cock arching up, hard and waiting for her. Susan knew he enjoyed seeing her get ready for bed, and she usually made an erotic production of it.
Finishing with her hair, she stood at the side of the bed, one knee propped on the mattress, looking down at him, her eyes shining with love and passion.
"We've got to talk to Tracy," Raymond said, gazing at the crotch of her panties, seeing the pussy-hair through the nylon. "She's getting careless about sitting around the house."
Susan began caressing her hips and thighs, cupping her firm, shapely tits, holding them as she thumbed her sensitive, hardened nipples. "I'll talk to her, darling," she said in a soft voice.
She got onto the bed and lay beside her husband, one arm across his belly. She began to move her arm about his hard cock, feeling the heat of the swollen head brushing her flesh. "You're certainly hard tonight, Raymond," she murmured thickly. "I'm glad. I love this cock when it's so hard."
"All for you," he replied, kissing her.
"Are you sure of that?" she teased.
"Of course I am."
"Come on," she teased him, stroking his hard-on in her warm fist. "Tell the truth. You've been down there peeking at Tracy, and that made your cock hard. Admit it, Raymond."
"Tracy is my daughter, Susan," Raymond said, his voice shaky.
"That doesn't mean you can't peek and get a hard-on."
Her fist pumped on his cock, fast, then slow, her thumb caressing the dripping, smooth head. She could feel the strength of his prick in her fist, and it sent shivers racing up and down her spine. Her pussy pulsated and twitched, the cheeks of her shapely ass clenching. She leaned toward him and thrust her moist tongue deep into his mouth. Raymond wrapped his arms about her, sucking vigorously at her stabbing tongue, his hands cupping the swell of her ass.
"Ooooo," Susan cooed against his mouth. "Ohhhh!"
Raymond rolled onto his back, and Susan straddled his thighs, still gripping his cock. She squirmed her ass against his thighs as she stroked his prick, one hand playing with his balls.
Scooting her ass down, she leaned over his cock and began smearing it with moist, hot kisses, her tongue licking at the dripping piss-hole. "I love it, darling," she whispered in a throaty voice. "I love this cock of yours. I want to kiss it, lick it, suck it! Oh, God ... I love it so much!"
Her eyes smoldered with heat as she ran her tongue up and down his cock, down around his balls. Her breath was hot against him. She sucked gently on his balls, still pumping on his throbbing prick. Licking her way back up once more, she fluttered her tongue about his prick, then opened her mouth wide and engulfed the full, thick length of his cock. It was hard and hot inside her mouth, and Susan's mind reeled with the ecstasy of sucking him.
As she sucked his cock, she twisted and rubbed her wet pussy on his knees, his lower legs. With a hoarse growl, she pulled her mouth off his cock and straddled it, standing on her knees. She held his prick at the base as she brushed the swollen lips of her cunt about the wet head. She sighed and mewled in pleasure, her tits jiggling slightly.
"I want it in me!" she yelped excitedly. "Oh, baby! I want this hard cock in my pussy! I want to fuck you, Raymond! I want to fuck you good!"
Susan slammed her ass downward, and his cock penetrated her cunt all the way. Susan gave a soft scream of delight as she ground against him, once again digging into her firm tits with her fingers. Making soft sounds from deep inside, she began bouncing up and down on his prick, fucking him as he lay there, enjoying himself.
"Hot, Susan," he grunted. "You're hot. Your pussy is hot, so hot."
"Yes," she murmured, her ass moving up and down, then side to side. "I'm always hot, you know that. I love to fuck, darling."
"And suck?"
"Oh, yes!"
Susan bit at her bottom lip as she banged her ass up and down, feeling the pleasure of an approaching orgasm. She squealed loudly and dropped down onto his chest, holding him tightly as she pounded her ass up and down wildly. "Ooohhhhh! Ohhhhhh! I'm ... I'm ... coming!"
Susan's cunt went into powerful spasms as she came, and she pressed her body tightly, against his, her ass grinding in a frenzy of ecstasy. She continued to come for a long time, her body shaking, throaty sounds bubbling from her throat.
Then she became still, her pussy wrapped about his hard cock. Her body slowly relaxed and she lifted her head up and looked at him. "You're still hard, darling," she said. "You didn't come."
"That's because I wanted more," he replied.
"Good!" Susan squealed, and began to bang her pussy up and down once again, with as much energy as before. "I'll give you more! I'll give you all you can stand! I'll fuck you so much, your cock will be raw!"
Her ass flew up and down as she braced herself with a hand on each side of him. Her thighs gripped his hips hotly, and she panted with her efforts. Her tits bobbled above his chest, and her eyes gleamed hot with ecstasy. Raymond caressed her thighs as she fucked him, watching her as her hot, wet cunt slid vigorously up and down his throbbing prick.
Susan felt herself on the brink of coming again, and her eyes closed, her lips tight. She suddenly slammed down hard onto his cock, and her pussy convulsed with strong spasms. "Oooooh! Oh, God! Oh, God! Again ... I'm coming again!" It was longer and stronger than her first time, and her body shook violently. She held her body rigid now as she came, her cunt gnawing at his prick. She squealed and yelped loudly, unable to hold in the sounds.
"You still didn't come, damn you," she sobbed with pleasure. "Why don't you come?"
"I want more," he grinned at her, grasping her tits in both hands. "I want more and more and more."
"I'll make that cock come, damn you!" Susan shouted as she ripped her pussy free of his prick. "I'll suck that cock so hard, so fast, you can't help but come!"
She slipped her lips over his prick and began to suck greedily. Her tongue flew all about the wet head, lapping furiously against the dripping piss-hole. Her lips held his cock tightly as she bobbed her face up and down swiftly, struggling to make him come. She wanted him to come into her mouth more than ever, wanted it passionately. Her lips closed about the base of his cock, his wiry hairs tickling her nose and chin. She brought her mouth up, creating a strong suction on his prick, her tongue a flurry of motion.
Faster, she sucked up and down in this manner, and the thrills his hard, throbbing cock gave her sent her shivering with ecstasy. Once again her pussy was twitching with ecstatic heat, her clit a hard little ball. She was so aroused, she had the strange sensation that it would be her mouth that came instead of her cunt. It was a weird feeling, and it gave her so much pleasure, it was almost impossible to take.
Every nerve in her body was alive, tingling with ecstasy. She cooed around his cock as she sucked him, mouthing him in absolute pleasure.
Susan shifted about on the bed, leaning over his cock with her curvy, naked ass high in the air. Her ass wiggled about in pleasure as her mouth rode up and down on his cock. She slipped one hand beneath her husband's ass, clutching the muscular cheek hard, her other hand sliding between her widespread thighs, clawing at her steaming cunt. She began to finger-fuck herself frantically as she sucked his prick, mewling happily.
Raymond's cock felt huge between her lips, filling her mouth fully. There was hardly any room to twirl and lick with her tongue, but she managed. She felt his cock stiffen even more, felt it grow even firmer, longer, thicker.
And the pulsations of it gave her the warning.
"Mmmmmm!" she cooed, sucking fast and hard, filling her mouth with the full length, drawing up until she held only the head between her lips.
The thick cum splashed against the back of her throat warmly, and as she swallowed, her finger went deep into her boiling cunt. Her pussy bubbled into her third come just as the second jet of jism splashed into her mouth. Susan gurgled and swallowed, lapped and sucked, her mind spinning with ecstasy. She pressed the heel of her hand hard against her spasming clit as she came, sucking swiftly and hungrily on his spurting cock, her throat working to swallow all his cum.
"Ooommmm!" she cooed as his cock shrank in her mouth, her tongue licking gentry now over the still-flaring piss-hole. She lifted her mouth, licking against the smooth head one last time. She sat back on her heels, knees wide, finger still in her cunt, looking with love at her husband.
"Was I good, darling?" she asked.
"You were great, as always," he replied, caressing his thoroughly drained balls tenderly. "I'm married to the best goddamn cock-sucker in the whole fucking world!"
Susan giggled and flung herself onto him, hugging and kissing him. "You might be surprised one of these days, darling."
"Why is that?"
"You just might find another girl who can suck your cock as well as I can."
"I doubt it."
"We'll see," Susan replied, snuggling close to him. "Well, maybe not as good, but with just as much enjoyment."
"What are you talking about?" he asked.
"I mean a girl without much cock-sucking experience, but who loves it enough to compensate for that."
"Do you know a girl like that?"
"I might," she said, mysteriously, holding him close as a drowsy feeling came over her. "I just might know of a girl like that."