Chapter 9
After she had kissed young Roy Benson goodbye and watched him chug off on his Vespa, Janet went back to her bed. She lay on her back, feeling immensely feminine and open to male assault. Her cunt felt open and warm and slick. And at times she would almost swoon with the intensity of her memories of their lust.
Her bed was damp with sweat and with spilled cum. She had preserved much of the boy's hot cream. She had sucked him off once more before he left. But he had loosed a really big load in the red and swelling heat of her black-haired pussy. Much of that had leaked out.
"That wonderful, hard, little kid cock!" she mused in a whisper. And then she shook her head. "I'm doing you wrong, Roy baby," she muttered with a grin. "That's a lot of cock. And you've got a talent for using it."
She rubbed one hand down the curve of her belly, along the outer slant of her patch of pubic hair. The slickness of sweated flesh was a delight, since it reminded her of the contacts with that boyish body.
She shuddered as she recalled her promise. She knew she was on a razor's edge of destruction. Fooling with teen-age boys and their cute little old candy cane dickies. There was a very tough law concerning such joys. "Contributing to the delinquency of a minor," was what the law called it.
But she was also on a razor's edge of lust, a burning desire that swept her along unresisting.
When she had kissed Roy, rubbing her hand softly in the crotch of his Boy Scout walk shorts to see if he had another erection ready, he had surprised her. Not that he returned the rub, and right on her open cunt. It got his hand wet with her juice and his seed. And he had squeezed both her titties until she could have just creamed her tights if she'd had any on. No, it was what he'd said.
"Miz Foy, tell me. Who's Adam?"
She hadn't remembered screaming the name of her beloved brother. But of course she had. She always did it. Not with Bob, only when she had a stranger's hard prick searching out the dark and tender places in her belly, stabbing and jabbing that pole of rigid meat into her tenderness. Oozing juice around a cock, slathering spit around some probing tongue. Fucking herself half blind and half silly. That's when she'd cry: "Oh, my God, Adam! Fuck into me, baby! Fuck my ass! Fuck my head! Fuck my cunt!"
She shuddered and rose from the bed, heading for the shower. She looked back at the bed. Some remaining heat in the depths of her vagina, some vestigial burn between her fat cunt lips made her glow with remembered fuck joy. Oh, hell, she could always change the bed. It would be dry by the time Bob got home, anyhow. The way she felt right now, she'd have his clothes and his dick in her fuck hole before he could ask what kind of day she had.
But it didn't turn out quite that way.
She heard more than one voice when Bob let himself into the house. More than two voices. Her heart leaped. Was this going to be another swap night? She'd dressed very scantily after her quick shower. "Only enough to get un-greasy," she had said to herself as the water pelted her. No soaping her cunt. Bob liked it ripe and gamy. So did Sonny. So, for that matter, did Irene.
She stood at the top of the stairs. In this good light, with only a thin skirt half way up her thighs, whoever was there could see the black smudge of hair on her belly, the camouflage over her leaking split. That ought to loosen up anyone who was with her husband.
She was puzzled but pleasant when Bob turned the girl toward her and said, "Terry, you know
Janet. You've seen Terry in my office, dear."
The girl was marvelous looking. like an ad for an Eastern finishing school, looking slender and slinky, but wow, she had lovely tits! And lines like a thoroughbred. Young. Very young. And so sweet.
"Hi, Miz Foy," the child said. "I hope you don't chase me home. I just begged and begged until Mister Foy said all right, maybe you wouldn't kill me. And Red, I mean Mister Benson, said it was worth the gamble."
"What gamble?" Janet asked, although she knew everything that was in everyone's mind. Irene wasn't present. Sonny was. This girl, who was she now? Worked for Bob for no pay. Or very little. For "treatments." She went to the girl and put her arms around the firm, slender body. Those boobs were real! And the body was sleek and strong. She looked around at the two men and winced at them.
"Where's Irene?" she demanded.
Sonny cleared his throat. "Had to run up to L.A. to see her mother," he said. "She had an idea we'd all want to have an instant replay of last night. She wanted it. But she had to go. And she knows this kid and--likes her." He put out a big hand and touched Terry on one of her tits.
"And I've got a barrel of fried chicken," Bob said. "With all the trimmings. Gravy and all."
The slender girl with the taffy hair and the dark blue eyes still looked unsure, and Janet, with a mixture of lust and sisterly empathy, suddenly goosed a welcoming hand into the crack of the girl's ass and kissed her on the lips.
"Well, what are we waiting for?" she asked briskly. "Let's smear some of that gravy on this lovely dish and take turns eating her pussy!"
After that, they all had a great time. Janet realized that at least a part of Bob's "treatments" to this girl consisted of tongue and cock, properly applied. But hardly in a way to do her much good.
"You won't believe this, Miz Foy," Terry said, while the two of them were in the bathroom upstairs and Terry was taking a piss while Janet ran her tongue under her lips and then around them, making their dark red surfaces shine with spit. "But it's the God's truth. I never have really had what you'd call a good fuck from your husband. I get it between clients, and that's not enough time. Oh, at first, when I was a client, I got it all. But I was a skinny little kid, just fourteen. Tits like little green apples, and only a teeny tuft of yellow hair on my pussy. He did give me the works a couple of times. But he always talked a lot."
"Even while he was-uh-giving you the works?" Janet asked. "And you were fourteen? You don't look any older than fourteen right this minute."
"Oh, you're so great!" the naked girl cried. She ran to Janet and squeezed her body against the dark woman's. Her hand clutched Janet's dark pussy with an unusual warmth and understanding. "I just love your cunt!" she cried. "It's so full! So fat and soft and springy!"
"It's full of juice, right now," Janet smiled. "Later on, you can have all of it you can suck out!"
The girl turned pale. "Oh, God, you're going to make me cum just talking about it. Can I have just a little now? Please? Pretty please, with cum on it?"
She dropped to her knees and pried with her fingers in the softness of Janet's twat. The older woman held her hand on the girl's softly padded chin.
"How old are you?" she asked. "And did Bob really talk while he fucked you?"
"I'm nineteen. And he really did. Now, will you let me suck you?"
Janet put her hands in the slender girl's armpits and lifted her to her feet. "Go get on the bed," she ordered. "I'll be there in a sec."
Her own mouth watered as she thought of the comparative freshness of this child's delicately formed cunt. Terry was female heat incarnate. Her pussy had been warmly overflowing even when Janet had put her hand in it at first. Now, with a lot of byplay and feasting and a few feels from both the men, her lovely young vagina would be a chalice full of her warm young bodies sweetest juices. Janet licked her thick lips again and went to the stairs.
"Come on up," she called. "And bring that chicken gravy. Terry and I have thought up a little all-girl circus to get you fellows on the ball!"
It really was a fun thing. Terry was so gorgeous in her sinuous nakedness, her young tits so ripe and full, her hard, young buttocks so tempting.
"Come on, baby, roll over," Janet said jovially, and Terry rolled on to her back with her lovely legs spread wide. Her blonde muff opened with a tiny sucking noise, and the cunt lining shone out in all its wetly pink glory.
"Oooohh!" the girl screamed as Janet licked her up and down from clit to ass-hole. "Ooooohh! That feels so good! Oh, God, Miz Foy, SUCK ME HARD!"
She hammered her lithe body against Janet's mouth. The force of her cunt-thrust spread the older woman's beautiful and sensuous lips into a dark-red rosette. She sucked at Terry's flowing pussy and drank its slick dew with an eagerness that surprised even her.
Last night, I had never done this, she thought with a secret grin against the blonde twat. Now look at me, the old experienced Lez.
But with Terry, as with Irene last night, getting the girl hot was opening the damper on Janet's banked fires. "Oh, baby," she sang into the dripping sweetness of the pink and yellow pussy, "I'm burning up!"
She moved her body and tugged at Terry and got them side by side. "Open your legs this way," she commanded, throwing her upper thigh over the slender blonde's breast. "Lay your cheek on my thigh. There, see what I mean? Give me your top leg." She pulled it up and across her, exposing the girl's opened and richly sloppy cunt. She burrowed her lips into it, bringing a gut-torn wail of pleasure from Terry. She almost gagged. There seemed to be a half pint of cunt juice in that tiny vagina.
And there was a richness of texture to the liquid feast, as though it had somehow formed into little tapioca-like beads. It made her slurp faster, and as she did, she grew hotter.
She felt the warmth of Terry's cheek on her inner thigh, so close to her opened pussy. She moved, drawing that leg higher, to lengthen and open her slit. And then she almost yelled in relief as she felt a long, snaky tongue enter her slit, rasp slickly up her reddened channel, and lap softly around her clit.
"Ummm-ummmm, suck me sweet baby!" she groaned, fucking against the girl's face. She felt uplifted, a hard cum trembling in her twat's deeply stroked center. It made her tongue harder and made Terry's cunt juice seem sweeter. In a haze of lust, she began to chew softly on the tender inner labia that lined the young girl's sex furrow.
II I could only eat her in a thousand ways, Janet thought. II I could only get my teeth clear up to her womb! She chewed more savagely and the writhing blonde sprite screamed, lashing her body against Janet's teeth. Janet tasted blood and her passions grew wilder.
"Oh, please, Miz Foy," the girl's muffled voice rattled against the dark woman's split. "Keep on doing that! It's like you were getting a new cherry!" Between words she was whacking h face into Janet's crotch.
Both women were too frenzied to realize that they had company. On either side of the bed, bearing gigantic erections, Bob and the redheaded appliance man watched in lustful fascination as the two women gnawed at each other's cunts.
"Look how they lie," Bob said, leaning down to put his index finger an inch from his wife's ass-hole, nodding toward where Terry was similarly exposed. "What say we give them a double play?"
Benson grinned. He got on the bed, facing Terry's back. He picked up a handful of her cunt flow, which was cascading down her lower ass cheek, and wiped it on his cock. He watched while his friend did the same. Then, in a slow and sinuous move, he eased the head of his prick right to the winking, slobbering portal of the young girl's vagina. And, although Bob did the same to his wife, neither woman noticed. They were too far gone in their own particular lust, too caught up in a total involvement of tongue and cunt.
But they noticed when the two big cocks forced their separate ways into the separate and straining pussies.
"Oh, Jesus, Miz Foy!" the slender blonde kid screamed. "I've got some kind of horse cock inside me!" She was choking with laughter, brought back to reality from her unconscious trance of tongue fucking. The hairy base of the thick cock was grazing her nose as she licked the dark-red split. The huge balls, as big as hen eggs, rolled lazily on her forehead. And she could feel Janet Foy trembling with laughter.
"Keep sucking me, baby!" Janet gurgled. "You can see what I'm getting up my twat! Bite his balls off if he gets in your way!"
She saw the dark auburn curls on the prick and balls at her eye level and was bemused at the fact. Sonny should be fucking her, Janet, in fairness to Bob. After all, the purpose of swapping was to get new food on the table. Her cunt was responding to Bob's stretching, pounding drives. They were all the sweeter because the girl was tickling her clit and inner labia with her tongue and lips. Her mouth was full of the young girl's cunt, her mind full of bright pictures.
And then her mind skipped a beat and she thought: What do I mean, thinking Terry's new stuff to Bob? How often does he give her one of those "treatments"?
She was getting so hot, the sexy itch so concentrated in her cuntal area, that she was about to pop. And this rising heat created an idea. She touched Sonny on his hairy hip. In response, he delved between Terry's body and hers and pinched her tit.
"Okay," he said cheerfully, "what do you want?"
She moved her streaming mouth back from the wetly open gash of the younger woman's twat.
"You're pulling 'way out and socking it back in real deep," she said. "You listen to me, too, Bob
Foy!" Some of the fast action slowed. The smell of cunt, the aroma of masculine crotches so deeply sweated, was overwhelming in the room. Janet could feel her own heart pounding, could feel the beat of the blonde kid's heart in the blood-filled lips of her cunt.
"On every other stroke, Sonny, pull clear out. I'll be waiting and you can shove it in my throat."
From the area of her pussy there came a muffled protest: "But it feels so good shoved up me, Miz Foy!"
Janet tenderly and thoroughly kissed the girlish cunt so slickly opened to her tongue. "Don't worry, baby," she crooned softly, nuzzling her face into the trembling clutch of blood-laced slickness. "You'll be getting Bob's cock down your throat! Okay?"
There was a delighted giggle, an impulsive movement of the warm and slender body, and Terry's voice came out of the fleshy tangle. "Okay, fuck away, everybody!"
It was impractical but it was fun. Hot fun. Janet watched the enormous cock at the closest range. It drove into the small and tender pussy of the teen-age girl as though it would split her wide open. It was marvelous what nature had done to make this area so elastic. The seemingly small and obviously tender hole took in that massive prick without any trouble. If the tool had been half again as large, it would have taken it.
The base was so thick! It was covered with the redhead's pubic hair. Wouldn't this hair scrape the tender linings? Apparently not. And Janet giggled, remembering that it had not scraped her twat the day before. Or last night. And she could see why. The young girl's cunt was so juicy! She was giving up simply buckets of that warm, clear cum goo which is the natural lubricant for a cock to slide easily into a cunt. Wham! It went in clear to the balls. And the balls trembled just at Janet's nose. Whoosh! It pulled out so far that only the red head stayed in and Janet saw the cord that moors the foreskin to the cockhead. And it was shining and slippery with the thick coating of Terry's flow of cunt oil.
But there was something else, too. Something besides the clear essence of pussy. Janet saw it and knew what it was just as Sonny's big cock pulled out and poised at her mouth.
She didn't miss a beat. Her hand closed on the wet stem, her mouth was raised and open. All she had to do was guide it in. Her head was thrown back, naturally. Her lips were sopping wet with saliva and Terry's cum. The big cock went into her mouth and the redhead's lunge rammed it deep in her throat. At the same time, she felt her husband's hard penis leave her aching cunt, and she heard his satisfied grunt as he slipped his wet peter into the young blonde's gullet. So marvelous! So free-wheeling!
She sucked lustily on the choking cock as Sonny pulled out, smacking her big lips around it just before she aimed it back into the fluttering fuck hole at her nose. Her own cunt was empty, hurting with its loneliness, and she snapped, "Come on, Terry! Give it up and let Bob slip it to me!"
She heard a giggle and felt a sharper suck on her cunt. She forgave the impetuous chickie, loving the weeping red cunt under her lips so deeply, so involved with giving pleasure as well as getting it. And anyhow, Sonny's cock pulled out again and she opened her throat to take it, taking in that other substance she had seen on the slap-dash throat-fuck just before. It was thick and custardy and gooey. And it was dark red. With it, there were flecks of bright blood. Terry was getting her period!
She swallowed hard on the big cock deep in her throat, dreamily wondering how near it was to her stomach and its contents. Get all gooshed up with fried chicken, she thought, and mentally went "Yeicch!"
She was entranced with the increased intimacy of her contact with the lovely blonde girl. The feeling of sisterhood in her liberated heart had never flamed so bright, so hot.
I owe so much to Irene, she thought. Oh, God, don't we all give each other all the love and support we owe ?
The next time Sonny pulled his dripping cock out and aimed it at her parted lips, Janet held it firmly, jerking it gently and smoothly to help the nice man hold his lovely feeling.
"We've got to decide something," she said. "When the guys get ready to shoot their wads of lovely jism, we have to play fair. If I get Sonny's load in my mouth, it won't be fair for Bob to let his nuts go in my pussy. Right?"
And the steaming young girl's happy but determined voice cracked out: "Right! Right!" And then, showing her goodness and sweetness, she humbly asked, "Which way do you think you like it best, Mr. Foy? In your wife's pussy? Or in my mouth?"
Janet answered for him, to forestall any possibility of the girl's tender feelings being bruised. After all, she said in her mind, no girl feels too good when she's getting the curse. "He wants to shoot it into your sweet throat, my dear. He can drop his load in my homey old cunt any time!"
It was fun, and it seemed far out to Janet. All her fuck scenes had been, she now realized, the most ordinary sort of adultery. She had been searching and finding nothing. Just the same old say hello, wiggle your tits, get fucked! It had all seemed so daring, so beastly. And it was nothing. This was hot, and it was different, but it still wasn't enough. Multiply cock and cunt and fuck to the nth power, you still have nothing but cunt, cock, and fuck.
Still, the broad smear of blood-clotted cum juice in the gaping trough of tender meat, fringed in taffy hair, was lovely.
She felt the fire of orgasm begin to drum up inside her belly, felt as though her womb were sagging open in heat and love pain. Whether from Bob's cock or Terry's sweet mouth or both she didn't know. Nor care. Her body felt free to sing and burn and thrash out the lust that was bursting in her like an overblown balloon.
I can't let it all hang out and yell my guts out, she remembered.
And in her heated cunt she felt her beloved husband's hot cock jerk and swell and knew if he left it in another second it would explode in her guts and Terry would be left out in the cold. She jerked herself away and heard the young girl gasp just before the big bar of slick gristle stabbed into her tonsils, to spray its spermy juice into her happily swallowing mouth.
She did even more.
When Sonny Benson's urgently throbbing rod was pulled out of the blonde twat, turning its vein-laced lining almost inside out, Janet gave it one long, loving suck, held it from her long enough to see it swell and shoot one ropy jet of semen that splattered hard against her face, and neatly tucked the spouting monster back into little Terry's twitching vagina.
There was a drop or two of semi-solid residue on her tongue. She rolled it between her gums and lips, knowing what it was. Something from little Terry, she thought, with tears in her eyes. Right out of the childish womb. A gift from a loved one. From a new sweetheart. Life was gorgeously free of its gifts. The best things in life really were free!
She almost finished her own orgasm in the prickly heat of voyeurism watching the fucking throes of the beautiful teen-ager strung between two such big cocks. Both men pumping their life essence into the lovely child. One in her taut little pussy, so neatly formed of raw red lips and crisply curled yellow hair. One in her soft, sweet mouth. Watching that lovely young body ripple and thrash in fuck fever, leaking jism from cunt lips and mouth lips. Too full, too sated.
After the men got up laughing and went out to get a drink, Terry lay with her head on Janet's smooth belly, her fingers playing in the older woman's thickly juiced cunt. The girl was weeping. Now and then she burrowed her face into the thicket of tangled black hair and kissed deeply along the swollen lips.
"You did it for me!" the girl sobbed. "I never had anyone do anything so unselfish for me in my life! You know, I think of Bob-Mister Foy, that is-as Uncle Bob. Sometimes, when I'm really full of joy, I call him Daddy Bob. But you-you're better than any mother! Or any sister!"
She continued to weep and continued to suck at Janet's opened cunt. "Can I ask you something, Miz Foy?" she asked.
Janet laughed. "Don't ask if you can call me Mother Foy," she warned. "Call me Janet. Not Mother Janet. You don't want to get too loaded up with relatives. Here, baby," she said, feeling that wave of cum itch rising, "kiss me along this little ridge. Suck my little cum button. Ahhhhh, so nice! OHHHHHHHH! SUCK IT, GIRL! I'M CUMMMINNNGGG! OH, good God, how sweet!"
When the girl looked up, happy and cunt-smeared, she said, "Funny you should say what you did. About relatives. I want to ask you about my brother. His name's Ralphie."
Janet let the thick heat of her orgasm ripple in small waves of pleasant fire all along her cunt's length. She was acutely aware of what Terry had said.
"Ralphie?" she repeated. "How old is he? Is he a buddy of young Roy Benson. And another guy, Steve Arrino?"
"Oh, yes!" the girl said. "Sweet kids! But I don't know if I ought to-well, Ralphie has this idea."
She bit her lip, her hand stroking Janet's breast.
"Ralphie's always full of fuck juice," she said. "He's always after me to let him fuck me. Or for me to blow his cock." She giggled. "He's got a dandy! But I keep telling him it's a sin. I try to help him all I can. But gee! Is it all right for a sister to give pussy and head to a brother?"
Janet's lips felt thick and soft, her tongue blistered.
"How do you-uh-help him, Terry?" she asked.
"Well," the girl said, "I've always let him look at my pussy while he jerked off. Ever since he could cum. But he wanted more. So I've been giving him a hand job. It's kind of hot, you know, Miz Foy-Janet. He's got an awful sweet prick. It gets so big and wild and the head gets dark red. And I let it shoot on my titties. He--likes that."
"I'll bet you like it, too," Janet croaked.
"Gosh, do I ever!" the girl said fervently. "And does it ever taste good! I can't help getting some of it in my mouth," the child said defensively.
"Oh, of course," Janet agreed. "Does that satisfy him?"
"No," Terry said positively. "Lately, he's made me let him put his fingers up my cunt, and he keeps tickling while I pull him off." She giggled. "I don't let him know it, but I cum all over his cute little old hands! Isn't that crazy?"
Janet's cunt was aching with new love and new need. It was unbelievable. Small world. She was pretty certain that she would be seeing Terry's brother tomorrow. Seeing wasn't exactly the word. Something stronger and better.
"Crazy is the word," she murmured, holding hard on to one of Terry's sweetly swollen breasts. "Look at this nipple," she said admiringly. "They really swell up when you cum, don't they?"
"Yes'm, Miz Foy. I mean, yes'm, Janet. Yours do, too. Oh, I could just suck you right under!" the girl cried. "You're so sweet! You don't think I'm a criminal for helping Ralphie?"
Janet pulled the girl down and kissed her, sucking her tongue, feeling under her for the opening to her wonderful, generous little cunt. "I think you're a darling," she said firmly. "Ralphie's a lucky boy to have such a loving sister. But I think you ought to help him even more."
"Gosh! D'you mean I should-fuck him?"
"And suck him," Janet affirmed. "And anything else that you want to. Or he wants you to. Do it, do it, do it!"
The girl hunched closer to Janet and wailed like a hurt child as she looked down. "Oh, terrible!" she whimpered. "Look! I've ruined your nice bed! Ugh! I wasn't due until day after tomorrow! Oh, Janet, I'm so sorry!"
"I knew it a while ago," she said calmly. "When Sonny pulled his prick out of you and I sucked it. I saw it all. I even sort of got a little when you and I were first sUcking. A kind of grainy taste." She licked her lips.
"Lie on your side," she said thickly. "Like we were before. Here, get to sucking me. Quick! Oh, damn it, I'm so fucking hot! Open your legs!"
The girl reluctantly raised one firm thigh. "You're not going to-not when I'm-" she finished miserably. But she relaxed slightly when she saw Janet's dripping slash open before her eyes, buried in the dense and fragrant hair.
"I'm going to suck all that out of you!" Janet trilled. "I've been so square!" she cried. "Open it up, baby! Give it to me!"
She clamped her thick lips around the girl's pulsing twat, lapping first, getting up little goodies. Then she pursed those amazingly strong lips and sucked with all her power. What she got was rich and strong. Thicker than any ordinary cunt goo could be. Gamey, tasty, thrilling.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" the high and girlish voice cried. "Oh Janet, I can't stand it!" Janet felt her partner's lips, busy in the delightfully cum-prone lips of her own cunt. She was a hair away from a beautiful cum.
She drew back and looked at the clean pink cluster of girlish cunt-tissue. "There's some more goodies in there," she muttered fiercely. "Keep sucking on me, Terry," she said in a far away voice. "Just keep sucking, baby! Turn me inside out if you can. I dig your sucking. I dig your pussy!"
She began sucking in earnest, now, swallowing whatever came out and loving it. She began to pump her ass back and forth, throwing her open cunt onto Terry's mouth. She was leading up to a cum. She wanted to shoot it into the girl's mouth just as Terry would pour it into her mouth. It was life. It was love. It was unbelievably sweet!