Chapter 8
The next three days were an agony of frustration for Angela. Frank and Joanne fucked long and hard during the night while she lay alone in what had been Danny's bed. She didn't even have the vibrator for consolation. The horny little blonde kept that for her own pleasure.
Frank had to work all day. That left the two women alone, Angela dressed in her new maids uniform-a black nylon mini-dress with a little white lace-trimmed apron.
When Joanne felt horny, she, used Angela as one might a rubber fuck doll. The rest of the time she delighted in thinking up things for her to do.
Angela was down on her hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor when the doorbell rang on the afternoon of the fourth day.
Joanne stood up. "I'll get it."
Joanne had been in the backyard sunning herself in a tiny string bikini. Her flawless young skin was tanned golden bronze and a lot of tit showed.
The young man at the door gawked at her iii delighted surprise: "Oh, wow! What are you doing here?"
"I live here," Joanne said sweetly. "What are you doing here?"
"Er, well . . . I live here too. That is, I did. I'm Danny Whitmire."
"Oooh, Danny!" Angela had heard his voice and came running.
Joanne barked sternly: "Get back to work, Angela! No one called for you."
Danny looked curious. "Hey, what's with that maid's outfit, Mom?"
"Your father has come home," Angela explained bleakly. "This is the only way he'll let me stay. He sleeps with Joanne."
"Oh, ho! Well, my dad sure can pick 'em, I'll say that. You are the sexiest little number I've seen in a long, long time."
"What happened with you and Yvonne?" Angela asked.
Danny shrugged. "Oh, she picked up this high-roller and gave me the boot. But I didn't care. I was getting bored with her.''
Joanne looked him up and down, obviously attracted to his young and virile-looking body. Danny had developed a lot of confidence in himself in the last several days and that added a subtle aura of sex appeal that she found irresistible.
"Danny, would you like a cold beer?" Joanne asked.
"Yeah, that sounds great."
"Angela, get Danny a beer. Bring one for Danny."
As she turned toward the kitchen, a scowl creased Angela's soft features. Angela had grown to dislike waiting on her son before, now it was even worse with a little blonde snip of a girl giving orders.
If Danny had any sympathy for her at all, it didn't show. His eyes and all his attention were on Joanne.
"So you're the young guy who seduced his own mother," Joanne said coyly when the two of them were alone on the patio.
"Yeah," Danny said with a lewd grin. It had been more the other way around, her seducing him, but he didn't bother to correct her false impression.
Angela dutifully brought two chilled cans of beer, still fuming in a sullen rage.
"Bring glasses, Angela. Only peasants drink beer right out of the can."
"Yes, madam," she said as she'd been taught, turning in a huff.
Danny grinned, watching her depart. "She got to liking my cock because it's bigger than dad's."
"A lot bigger?" Joanne asked with eyes twinkling brightly.
"Some." Danny's smile was anything but modest, and it intrigued her.
"Show me."
Danny balked a moment, suddenly uncertain.
Angela came back then with the glasses and poured their beer. By the time she departed again, he'd recovered his cool.
Grinning lewdly, Danny loosened his fly and whipped out his hot young prick. His cock was hard and throbbing, brought to full erection by the sight of the young blonde in her sexy string bikini.
"Oooh, that is a nice one!"
Angela watched from inside the sliding glass door. The sun glinted off the glass in a way that kept them from seeing her, but she had a perfectly clear view.
"Would you like me to suck it off for you?" Joanne asked anxiously. "I'm really horny, and Frank's at work all day- "Sure, why not?"
The width of Danny's lewd grin increased. Having lost out with Yvonne, he was ready for some action. And getting sucked off by his father's sexy blonde mistress was just the boost his battered ego required.
"Yyyuuummm!" she purred, bending low, lips quivering with anticipation.
Angela grinned spitefully and walked to the telephone. She dialed Frank's number at work.
When he came on the line, she said: "This is
Angela. . .the maid."
"Yes, Angela?" Frank's temper was short. He didn't like being bothered on the job, especially by his ex-wife.
"Danny has come home," she said. "Yvonne threw him over, but your little Joanne is a lot more interested."
"What!"
"They're out on the patio right now, and she's sucking his cock!"
"God damn him. God damn her!" Frank slammed down the phone.
Angela grinned slyly. "Mission accomplished."
"Oooh, Danny! You've got such a beautiful big cock!" Joanne licked her lips that were glowing with jism. "And I can't believe how long and hard it cums. I didn't think I would be able to swallow all you shot into me.
"There's more where that came from, baby. How would you like to have another big load pumped into your tender young cunt?"
"I'd like that, Danny. I'd like it a lot!" She shed her bikini just by pulling two strings.
Danny laid the back of the chaise lounge down flat and began taking off his clothes.
Joanne was lying down and waiting for him with her legs spread by the time he'd undressed.
"I can't, wait to feel your big cock in me," she cooed anxiously.
"And I can't wait to get it in!" Danny dropped to his knees between her legs and gazed fondly at her golden-haired pussy. He stroked his meaty cockhead up and down in her narrow pussy, bringing a sigh and a rush of succulent fuck honey.
He circled his cock around her tender little clit bud.
Joanne gasped anxiously and arched her back. "Ooooh, Danny, drive it into me!"
Sure thing, sweetheart! What a tight little hole you've got!"
"I'm glad you like it! I've been so anxious to try a hot young prick. Your dad's is nice, but I'd like yours even better!"
Danny was easing his cock into her, taking his time, savoring the taut but sleek friction of her snug pussy.
"Aaahhh," he moaned, rooted to the hilt. "Your tight cunt really makes my cock throb."
"Yes, I can feel it! Fuck me, Danny! Oooh, I want you!"
"I want you too!" He jackhammered his cock up and down with speed and youthful vigor that left her gasping.
"Your father has never fucked me that hard!" she gasped with a wince of joy. "More, Danny! I love it! Fuck me as hard as you can!"
He answered with a grunt and a twisting thrust of his cock. Joanne's petite young body writhed and her cunt heaved with exquisite undulations. She arched and twisted to meet his next screw-like plunge.
Danny leaned down and kissed her trembling lips, pushing his tongue into her mouth as his hands capped her gorgeous firm tits and squeezed. He sucked on her tongue and the shock of pleasure she felt drove her wild.
Her arms curled around his neck. Her legs kicked up and scissored around his waist.
"Ride 'em cowboy!" she squealed, writhing her hips as he lifted her body.
He hadn't fucked since gaily this morning, so Danny was really hot, and Joanne was so willing to receive all he could give She groaned when he pushed his cock in and shrilled anxiously when he. drew back.. Her pussy clamped on his prick and shivered ecstatically, gripping harder as the throes of her climax began.
Danny felt the rippling contractions deep in her pussy. Like rolling waves of wet hot flesh, they climbed his cock shaft. She grunted with him and spun her hips to help ream the mouth of her sleek cunt.
His balls slapped her ass like two swaying battering rams. Each thrust jarred his swelling load of jism. Cum steamed and surged, rising up to the base of his cock.
He clamped and hissed, his eyes narrowed by the strain of trying to hold back. It was the best part of sex for him, that marvelous tension. His muscles quaked, and then Danny had to let go.
His voice roared and his cock heaved, firing a creamy jet that shot deep.
Joanne screamed, drumming her heels on her ass. "More! More! Ooooh, I love the feel of cum in me and you have so much!"
Joanne's pussy wrung his gushing cock, slithering as her pliant cunt filled with cum.
"I can feel it bubbling right up to my pussy lips!" she moaned.
"Up and out, baby. I'm going to keep fucking you until it runs down to the crack of your ass!"
"Yes! Oh, slick my shitter with your hot jism. Then you can fuck me through the backdoor. You'll like my ass, Danny. It's tighter and hotter than a climaxing pussy!"
"If it's tighter than your cunt right now, it'll peel the skin right off my cock!"
Joanne's grinding contractions grew stronger. Her teeth clenched, her eyes fluttered and then a scream of lewd passion exploded from her lips. She bucked in a frenzy of joy and finally drained Danny's cock.
The two of them lay gasping.
Danny stroked her tits gently now, and Joanne enjoyed the fading aftershocks of her great orgasm. Slowly, their racing hearts and ragged breaths settled back into a normal rhythm.
Then he heard a car door, slam.
Danny leaped up. "Oh, Jee-zus!"
He grabbed frantically for his clothes.
"Danny, what's the matter? Don't you want to fuck my ass?"
"I do, but not right now. That's my dad's car. I recognize the sound, and by the way he slammed that door, I'd say he's really pissed!"
"Oooh!" Joanne slipped on her bikini top and fumbled nervously, trying to tie the knot.
Before Frank had stalked the whole length of the house, both of them were dressed. At least Danny had his pants on. He hadn't bothered with his shirt, shoes or socks, but that was natural enough for a guy who was supposed to be sunning himself and enjoying a beer.
They were sitting primly apart, Joanne on the chaise, Danny in a lawn chair ten feet away.
Frank burst onto the patio. "What the, hell is going on here?"
Danny managed a puzzled grin of innocence. "What do you mean, dad?" Then he raised his glass. "Oh, this-Joanne and I were just having a beer. I didn't think you'd mind."
"The beer I don't mind too much, but Angela said she was sucking your cock!"
"Noooo!" Danny shook his head. "We weren't doing anything except talk. Mom's just trying to get back in your good graces by making trouble for me."
"Is that right?" Frank demanded.
Angela had followed Frank onto the patio.
"I-I told you what I saw, Mr. Whitmire. Joanne sucked his cock and swallowed his cum, then Danny fucked her there on the chaise lounge."
Joanne's face paled despite her bronze tan. She glanced down between her legs, fearful that some of Danny's cum might have spotted the upholstery. Luckily there were no obvious signs.
Danny scowled. "She's lying. Just look at her."
Angela did have an enigmatic grin on her lips. In a strangely calm and formal voice, she said: "Mr. Whitmire, do you remember the camera your wife gave you last Christmas? The one that takes instant color pictures?"
"Yes."
"Then look at these." She handed him a stack of color prints.
Danny caught just a glimpse of the top one. "Ooooh, shit!"
He leaped out of his chair, sprinting toward the back fence. He climbed it in a panic and dropped out of sight on the other side while Frank's gaze remained locked on the pictures he was thumbing through.
With Danny gone Joanne had to take the full heat of his wrath..
"You little bitch!" he growled. "You faithless, cheating cunt! Fucking my own son behind my back!"
"Frank, I can explain-"
"Do it on your way out the door, but don't expect me to listen."
"Wh-what?"
"Do I have to spell it for you? Out! O-U-T! Get your ass out of my house and out of my sight!"
"Oooh, Frank," she moaned, blubbering and trying to think of something to say.
"If you don't move your ass, I'm going to kick it!"
"All right!" Joanne leaped up and ran to get her things together.
Angela waited until the girl was inside the house, then she spread her arms. "Frank . ."
He turned and his lips curled. "You get your ass out of here too! I've had it with cheating sluts! I don't even want you around as a maid!"
"But, Frank, I'm the one who told you!"
"You're also the bitch that started all this!" He whirled and launched a vicious kick at her ass, but Angela was already moving away from him. He barely grazed her bountiful behind.
Angela and Joanne went down the front steps together, both of them in tears.
"I guess we've both had it," Angela said bleakly.
Joanne nodded. She had slipped a dress on over her bikini, grabbed her purse and left. Angela hadn't even paused to do that. She left the house still wearing her maid's uniform, fearful of what Frank might do if she lingered.
"The question is, what do we do now?" Angela was mainly asking herself.
"I've got just about enough for cab fare to get-home," Joanne said. "At least my father will take me back."
"Lucky you! I'm heading for the Rescue Mission on foot."
The young blonde hesitated a moment as they reached the sidewalk. Then she said tentatively: "Angela, would you like to come home with me?"
Angela laughed and shook her head. "You and I are not exactly the best of friends."
"I know I was mean to you, but that was to please Frank. I could be nicer to you. A lot nicer!"
"Well, I don't think your parents would welcome a stranger."
"There's just my father," she said. "We usually have a maid, but we don't right now. I know I could gets you the job if you want it."
"Well . . . " Angela was considering her other prospects, a charity soup kitchen and trying to get a job with Max at the diner after not showing up when she said she would. "Maybe being a maid isn't so bad after all."
"Good!" Joanne said, "Come on, we should be able to hail a cab at the corner."
"Your father must be quite well-to-do if you have a maid most of the time," Angela said as they hurried along.
"Well-to-do?" The petite blonde almost laughed. "What he carries in his pocket would make any man well to-do. What he has in the bank would make your eyes pop! You've heard of Dayton Industries?"
"Who hasn't?"
"Well, my dad is Glen Dayton. The top man and majority stockholder. The kind who can trade in his car when the ash tray gets full."
"Ooooh, I don't think I could be a maid for anyone that important. Didn't our senator visit him a week or so ago?"
"Both of them, Angela, but that's no big deal. Daddy buys politicians like you buy a new lipstick. He loans them his yacht or one of the company jets when he wants a favor."
"I'd be frightened of a man with so much power," Angela said.
Joanne laughed. "Why? He's just my dad. He's a nice guy when he isn't working."
"If he's so nice, why did you run away?"
She shrugged and swirled her long golden hair. "Because he's almost always working. Since my mom died ten years ago he's practically lived at the office."
What the girl didn't say was that she hoped meeting Angela would change that for the better. Her father liked lush, ripe-bodied women with big tits.
CHARTER NINE Angela waited tensely in the maid's quarters at the rear of Glen Dayton's hilltop estate. The three rooms were almost as large as the house Frank had told her to leave. A bedroom, kitchen and bath.
The bedroom window looked out on an acre of lawn, a swimming pool, tennis courts and a stable. She remembered then that one of Glen Dayton's business interests was raising thoroughbred race horses.
Angela trembled in anticipation. Joanne said she would talk to her father and the rest would be a mere formality. Still her heart leaped when he walked into the room.
Dayton was well over six feet tall. His head barely cleared the door frame. Like a lot of tall men, he ducked a little from instinct. His dark hair was almost pure silver at the temples and streaked with a metallic sheen throughout. His eyes were deep blue and intense, but not at all cold looking. Angela thought she saw a glimmer of interest in them as he straightened again to full height.
"Hi, I'm Glen Dayton." He smiled and extended a hand big enough to have crushed a one-pound coffee can.
"An-Angela Whitmire," she replied.
"My daughter recommends you highly," he said, sitting down casually on the edge of the bed. "But I make all the important decisions around here, so I wanted to talk to you myself."
"Of course." Angela felt so embarrassed. Her voice creaked like a rusty hinge. Dayton was the most distinguished and impressively handsome man she'd ever seen.
He looked her up and down with the cool eye of a real-estate appraiser.
"I find you quite attractive," he said simply.
"Thank you, sir."
"My name is Glen."
"All right, thank you, Glen."
He grinned. "Suppose I told you that I want to conduct the rest of this interview in bed?"
"I would have to say, no thank you," she replied, her voice still quaking. "I've been through that before. Not a job I wanted as much as this one, but-"
"Joanne told me. Apparently you two had quite a talk in the cab." Angela was pacing the floor nervously. Dayton patted the edge of the bed beside him. "Please sit down, you're starting to make me nervous."
She settled beside him, but not too close, and she sat wringing her hands. Glen put his arms in a intimate gesture.
"I know you've been through a lot," he said, "and I understand most of it. I've wanted to fuck that sexy little witch daughter of mine since she sprouted tits. If I didn't spend so much time working, I'm sure I would have long before this."
Angela gave him a faint little smile. "Working can't provide the kind of relief you need."
"Well," he said, blushing a little, "it does help to have a beautiful secretary in most of the major cities."
"And some marvelously talented whore in places where Dayton Industries doesn't have offices yet," he went on. "I have fucked at least one beautiful woman in every industrialized nation on the face of this earth. And several in developing nations-"
"I'm not impressed."
"Good, neither am I. All that fucking and no real affection. I haven't had that since my wife died."
"She was faithful to you?"
"Oh, hell no! She probably fucked more than I do-presidents, prime ministers, movie actors. Shit, she had them all . . . but we always had each other to come back to, and that's what I miss so much."
He hugged her warmly, thinking back to better times.
Angela felt something shoot through her veins like a blazing lightning bolt. "Glen, a plan who is loving and kind might be able to seduce."
"Really?" He acted innocent but knew damn well.
Smiling, he kissed the side of her neck and nibbled down to her collar bone.
Angela gasped.
He swept her hair aside and kissed her ear, burrowing into it with his tongue tip. Angela shivered, her body feeling hot and chilling cold at the same time.
Glen cupped a hand over one creamy soft tit made firm by the sleek black nylon of her tight-fitting maid's dress. His other hand began opening the buttons down the back. For a man with such large hands, he was amazingly deft.
The top of her uniform opened, her bra strap came unclasped and Angela sighed expectantly.
Glen tossed the bra aside and pulled the top of her dress down to her waist. For a moment he just gazed longingly at her luscious tits, his tongue circling his lips.
"What a gorgeous ripe body you have!"
She took that as high praise from a man who had fucked so many beautiful women.
He pressed on her shoulders and eased Angela down on her back, lying across the bed with her feet still touching the floor.
"Lift up," he urged. "I want to take your dress off."
Angela arched and he slid the rustling black nylon down around her ankles. She kicked free of it and lay sighing, her anxious heart pulsing blood to her nipples and pussyhole at a frenzied rate.
Glen fondled her tits again, caressing them with his large hands. He could embrace the whole of each creamy tit cone, and squeezing gently made her dark nipples bulge between his thumb and forefinger.
He kissed one tit then the other, stroking them with his tongue. Tremors of joy spread downward from her nipples and fanned out. Angela moaned breathlessly as the tingling heat began to spread.
Glen sucked her nipples until they gorged with blood and felt like burning embers. He sucked, able to pull more creamy soft tit into his large mouth than any man had before.
Angela loved it. He knew her past and it didn't matter. He treated her with affection, not like a servant or a slave. With her large nipple pressed hard against the back of his mouth, she gasped.
Waves of heated motion rolled up from the depths of her cunt. Enough time had passed since Max had ravaged her with his huge cock so that her pussy was sleek and anxious again.
Glen caught the rising scent of her desire. It was rich and pungent. He breathed deep and nibbled down her heaving belly.
He'd left her sleek black panties on because he liked to start on a pussy snugly sheathed in shimmering veil. His mouth opened wide to engulf her whole pussy mound.
Angela's voice shrilled excitedly.
His tongue teased the puffed lips of her cunt, gliding smoothly on slinky black nylon. Glen pressed between her pussy lips and strained her panties with his probing tongue.
Simmering dampness flowed to wet her crotch. He sucked hard, stirring with his tongue. She gasped, arching her back as her cunt writhed in delight.
He pulled her panties down and tongued her delicious cunt with nothing between them now.
The bruises Max had left by fucking her brutally hard with his monster cock had faded and her pussy was ripe again for stimulation.
Glen did it expertly, sucking on her wet cunt lips while his tongue stroked between them. He found her meaty clit in a simmering flow of cunt gravy and narrowed the pull of his lips to focus on it.
Angela gasped. Glen's thumbs whirled her nipples and his tongue spiraled around her clit with exactly the same rhythm. Triple shocks of delighted anticipation shook her lush body.
She breathed in quick and shallow gasps. Her softly curved figure tensed, muscles trembling, pores seeping a sheen of warm sweat. Angela had never felt such heat before. The room felt like a sauna..
"I'm going to have to let up for a moment and take my clothes off," he said. "Use your hands to keep your pussy and tits hot for me."
"Mmmm," Angela purred. She knew her body well, but she had never stimulated herself in front of a man before.
Glen obviously enjoyed watching her. His blue eyes focused on the finger whirling her clit while he undressed. That would show him the rhythm and kind of stroking she liked best. No man knows a woman's body better than she knows it herself.
Naked, he rejoined her and they turned on the bed.
Angela's eyes had been shut during the intense pleasure of self-stimulation, and now that Glen was lying naked beside her, she didn't want to open them. Everything so far seemed perfect, but she thought his cock might be a disappointment.
She decided to feel instead. Her nerves were all tingling and sharply aware of sensation. His body was practically hairless, the rippled muscles of his chest smooth and firm beneath her touch.
Fingers curled and teased around his nipples, and she felt them swell hard. Glen sighed ecstatically.
"Few women seem to know how exciting that is for a man," he remarked.
Angela grinned, raising her head but still not wanting to open her eyes. She leaned over him and pressed her soft lips into the hollow of his chest between her two hands.
Swaying side-to-side, she kissed one nipple and then the other, sucking on them just as she would on a woman's softer breasts.
Glen moaned and twisted his powerful frame. She loved being able to give him such pleasure. While stroking one nipple and sucking the other, she slipped her free hand down to his crotch.
The wedge of hair around the root of his cock felt soft, almost as silky as fur. She liked that and teased her fingers in it, still slightly fearful of touching his cock. Angela could feel the radiating warmth of it so near her hand.
Slowly she reached over and curled her hand around the base of his upright and throbbing cock. Her lips parted and a sharp gasping sound was sucked in.
Glen's cock was as thick and hard as what Max had given her so cruelly. She could barely close her hand around it and her fingers trembled.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing. I'm just surprised, that's all."
"You wouldn't be, if you'd open your eyes."
"I'd rather find out this way." She inched her hand up the long shaft, feeling the thickness of his prick that pulsed with anxious desire.
Glen's cock had to be over a foot long, a match for what Max had given her. Angela fingered the bulging head of his cock when she'd reached up that far.
"Oooohhhh," she moaned. "Is that, Oh, I like to or oh; I'm afraid!" "I think it's oh, I'm both." Angela opened her eyes then and blinked, gazing in awe at the towering pillar of fuck muscle she held in her hand.
"It's huge!" she gasped.
"Sometimes I think it's too big. I haven't found a woman yet who could swallow the whole thing and enjoy it."
"I'd certainly like to try!" Angela beamed him a warm grin and leaned over. Max and
Glen were of the same proportions, but she had no fear of this man, only a strong desire to please him.
Angela circled her lips and sucked in his bulging cockhead, swirling her tongue excitedly around its swollen ridge. She licked the clefted underside and teased his big cum slit at the tip.
"Mmmmmmmm," he said, stretching and arching slightly to urge more cock into her anxious mouth.
Angela worked her soft lips to pull him in. She was able to keep her throat more relaxed now that she wasn't shivering with fear.
His big padded cockhead pressed to the back of her mouth and she kept sticking. She tilted her head to align her throat right, feeling something like a sword-swallower.
Her head pressed down, throat heaving as his cock filled the fleshy tube and strained its pliant walls. Desire subdued the instinct to gag. Glen's cock entered her throat smoothly and he lay gasping in stunned delight.
No woman before had done it so easily or with so much obvious pleasure. Her soft reaching lips burrowed into his mat of silvered cock hair and the wringing sheath of her throat embraced his whole prick.
Glen Dayton sighed in sheer ecstasy, knowing that he'd found a treasure no amount of money would buy. Angela's head bobbed up and down, lips and tongue swirling. Her hands cupped his balls and she began to finger them lightly, stirring the heated load they contained.
He arched higher as though lifted by the steaming pressure in his ball sac. She obviously expected and wanted him to cum in her throat and nothing could have pleased him more.
Angela steeled herself for a searing hot blast, her throat wringing and anxious. Her velvety smooth suction and endearing caresses quickly loosened his heavy load.
Glen tensed and held his breath, straining to enjoy just another second of delightful anticipation. Then the heated surging of his balls overcame his resistance. Cum jetted from the cock so deep in her throat like a fountainhead.
Angela gulped, Sucking it down, and that motion increased his pleasure. Her ripping throat delighted every nerve on the shaft of his cock.
She took one fiery wet blast after another, her head bobbing. Cum she couldn't swallow fast enough rose in her throat. It filled her mouth and sheened on her lips. Angela loved the taste and syrupy salt-sweet taste. Glen's jism was a delicious treat, something she knew she had to have more of.
His expression remained one of excruciating delight until the last feeble gush of cum dribbled from his cock to vanish in sleek suction. Then he lay gasping, a satisfied man,
"You amaze me," he said fondly.
"I only want to please you."
"Is your pussy as anxious and willing as your mouth?"
"Even more," she assured him.
"Then let's get started before my cock cools down." He pushed Angela on to her back and swung into a crouch between her legs.
Her eyes held on his enormous cock. Wet with cum and spit, his prick had a silvery sheen. The heavy veins pulsed anxiously, bulging the big knob and straining the shaft steely hard.
Glen bridged over her on hands and knees, guiding the head of his long prick by instinct. His cock settled in the soft wet mouth of her cunt and filled it completely, parting the lips and pressing on her clit.
"Hhhooo," she gushed anxiously.
The sleek tube of her fuck tunnel seethed and churned to produce wetness. He pushed in slowly at first, watching how that made her wince. Angela's teeth clenched hard, her breath hissed like escaping steam.
"Ooooh, God! It's so big! So beautiful!" "I'm glad you like it. Some women are more frightened than pleased."
"Some fear only adds to my excitement!"
"Good, because I'm really-anxious to fuck your cunt!"
"Do it, Glen. Fuck me full! Ooooh, let me have every hot inch of that big fucker!"
He pushed in more cock and Angela felt the strain. She shuddered then, recalling how Max had literally fucked the shit out of her. She hated to think that might happen again. Her ass clenched tight as her pussy flexed and surged.
Glen bored in another few inches and kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth. She tasted the tang of her own fuck honey on him and he tasted the cum that had filled her mouth.
Their lips sealed, tongues darting back and forth in lewd sensory delight. His cock bottomed in her and made Angela's eyes widen. Shooting pains of pleasure tensed her nerves and almost stopped her breathing.
"I love it! My pussy has never been so wonderfully full!"
"And my cock has never had such a warm, wringing welcome." Glen began to pump his hips, slowly at first, but picking up speed. A cock the length of his took a deliciously long time to complete one gliding stroke.
Angela shivered joyously as he thrust in and withdrew.
"It's heaven!" she cried. "Sheer bliss! Fuck me, Glen! Give me the best climax of my whole life."
"Just the best in your life so far," he said. "I'm going to want you again, you know."
"Oh, I hope so. As often as you want!"
He grunted anxiously and fucked a little faster, loving the way her pussy squirmed and applied rippling wet friction so lovingly.
His hands squeezed her tits with the same kind of adoring desire. They kissed, tongues intertwined, their bodies fused in passion that somehow went beyond lust.
"You're the kind of woman I've been looking for a long time," he said.
"And you're the kind of man I need!"
Glen gave another grunt and fucked still faster, driving deep and hard, almost to the point of torturing her.
"It's all right. Don't stop! Ooooh, God. Keep fucking me, Glen! Keep fucking as long and hard as you can!"
Angela's mind whirled. She'd never thought Max was doing her a favor, but he did. His huge cock had prepared her for this great pleasure. And his brutality made her appreciate Glen's adoration all the more.
She lifted her legs and scissored them around his waist. That angled her dripping cunt to take even deeper thrusts. Her arms hugged his neck and her hips whirled in a spiral of straining delight.
Glen felt his balls simmering up another load for her. They ached as the pressure increased, jarred each time they slapped her lusciously soft ass. He gulped and drilled her with a blurring fury of deep thrusts.
"Yes! Ooooh, yes! More! Give me more of that monster cock!" Her pussy contractions increased to a frenzy. Her sleek pussy contorted joyously. "I'm going to cum!"
"Me too!" Glen's voice sounded strained and he barely got the words out before his cock fired.
Angela screamed and took the first hot blast, happy to be fucking again after all her anguishing torture with Frank the last few days. She pumped her hips up at him and milked Glen's cock with a slithering grip.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she chanted in rapture.
Their climax lasted over a minute, and her pussy kept up its undulations long after Glen's cock had run dry.
"Oooh," he sighed wearily when he finally pitched over on his back. They cuddled together in silent bliss for several minutes and Angela stroked his wet cock adoringly.
"You're tremendous," he said. "Just what I need!"
It took Angela a moment to summon her courage, so much had gone wrong lately that she almost afraid to ask. "Does-does that mean I can stay?"
Dayton looked at her and shook his head. "Not here as the maid," he said. Her heart sank, her smile faded, eyes fluttering to hold back a fresh rush of tears. "I want you to move into my bedroom upstairs."
"Wh-what did you say?"
"My bedroom," he repeated. "That's where I want you."
"Oooh, Glen!" Angela felt giddy and drunk with delight.
"But I want to talk about incest first-"
"Ungh." Her spirits drooped.
"I found things Joanne told me shocking at first, then strangely exciting. I know she's not a virgin now, and that's about all that's been holding me back."
Angela heaved a sigh of relief. "If you're certain that's what you want, I'll get her ready for you."
"Would you do that?"
"I'd love to!"