Chapter 1
Gayle Fabian gazed at the thick, throbbing cock she held in her fingers with a mixture of awe, soaring excitement, and naked fear.
She was so madly excited she didn't know whether to go down on it, hug it to her'lush tits or just ram it up her aching pussy. The awe came from the fact that this kid was a stranger to her, her new neighbor, but at his tender age he had enough meat between his tanned thighs to satisfy three horny housewives.
The fear she felt was natural. Although it was three o'clock in the afternoon, her husband might come home from work early. And here Gayle was, in her kitchen, wearing her bikini and holding her neighbor's massive prick in her fist. Now, how would she explain that one to her husband?
"Christ, Mrs. Fabian," Tom said hoarsely. "Maybe we ought to go to your bedroom."
She let go of his pounding cock, her tits bobbing feverishly. "No. Take your bathing suit off, Tom. And call me Gayle, will you? I'm not your mother."
And a damn good thing too, Gayle thought as she stripped off her bathing suit. If she were, he'd never get to school, not with that whopper! His eyes burned on her luscious tits, the dusky nipples swollen hot and huge with desire. They swept down over her narrow waist and softly curved lips, lingered on her tawny thighs, where her dark, curly cunt hairs glistened with her juices.
Both their bathing suits lay in a discarded ^heap on her kitchen floor. In a swift movement Gayle took the two glasses off the kitchen table and dumped them in the sink so the table-top was clear.
"Up here," she whispered, patting the table. "Sit on the edge, Tom, hurry!"
She'd already decided she wanted to suck him off the first time. At his age he'd have enough cum stored up inside his loins for at least two quickies, possibly three. What a time and place to go cock-crazy!
Tom hoisted his naked ass up on the table with his legs hanging down and Gayle was quickly shoving a chair in place to face him. She sat in the chair and gripped his long cock in her fist. With a deep moan of hunger the young housewife clutched his flaming knob in her lips. She quickly gulped down the huge drop of cum that oozed from his cock, savoring it with obscene delight.
Then she began her blow job, her very best.
Moaning steadily in her throat, Gayle sucked to a slow, dreamy rhythm at first, loving the feel of raw hot power pulsing in her mouth, the sensations of a strange new cock battering her throat. Tom was clutching her head now, gasping and groaning as her fiery lips and tongue sucked and kissed and swirled, as her hot fist jerked the base of his prick lewd-ly. . It all happened so fast, Tom was still startled.
His little sister Wendy had been in the back yard sunning herself and Tom decided to mow the lawn, in his bathing suit. Not that he gave a shit about the lawn, but Wendy's tits and ass were so cute, he just wanted a closer look without being obvious about it.
While he was mowing, his new neighbor, Mrs. Fabian, came out in her bathing suit and started chatting over the hedge with Wendy. Then Wendy had to leave for her music lessons, and Mrs. Fabian just watched him for a while, making him both nervous and excited. In fact, he had a hard-on from watching his little sister.
And when Tom had a semi-stiff prick it pushed at the seams of his bathing suit so that his huge balls nearly hung out. He was sharply aware that his new neighbor had one hell of a body, a lush, creamy set of tits that almost spilled out over her bikini top. She couldn't have been more than twenty-four or five, only vaguely pretty in the face—plain, in fact, except for her smoldering eyes. But, Jesus, what a body! Tits, ass, everything straight out of a pin-up magazine. When he'd finished mowing, she invited him over for a glass of iced tea. And then, without warning, she'd groped inside his bathing suit and brought out his prick, which almost shot off in her greedy fingers. The next thing Tom knew, he was sitting on her kitchen table and she was feverishly sucking him off, giving him the hottest, wildest blow job of his life.
At this moment Gayle was licking at his hairy balls while she pumped his cock in her fist, her naked tits heaving with savage excitement. It was the first time she'd ever cheated on her husband in three years of marriage.
And she loved it!
The moment she saw Tom's nearly-naked, muscled body, with his,enormous cock ripping at the seams of his bathing suit, Gayle knew she was going to fuck him. He was young, powerfully built and beautifully hung. While the sexy young housewife had met other boys that appealed to her strongly, what triggered her sudden decision wasn't really Tom at all.
It was his little sister, Wendy.
She felt Tom's prick suddenly swell and grow brick-hard in her mouth. Gayle started sucking to a furious tempo of lust, scraping her teeth gently across his cock to give him a fierce thrill. God, she wanted his cum spurting in her throat, gallons of it! The feel of his massive prick gorging her mouth so that she almost choked on it, rippling with male power, triggered a frenzy of hunger in the wildly moaning housewife.
"Oh, shit, Mrs. Fabian!" gasped Tom, swinging his hips now so that his boiling cockhead rammed against her throat. "That's . . . unnnnf . . . terrific! Gonna come!"
A muffled scream of excitement rolled deep in Gayle's throat and her free hand jiggled and squeezed his balls. Her naked tits were covered with sweat now, not from the heat but from sheer lust-crazed hunger.
Gayle had been going down on boys and men since she was fourteen years old. Yet she had managed to remain a cherry until her wedding night.
Because of Gayle's religious upbringing, this wasn't at all unusual. She'd been taught by her strict mother that a girl kept her virginity at any cost until she married. The answer was simple. You kept your dates happy by going down on them, still preserving your popularity and your cherry.
Gayle quickly found that she loved sucking cocks and became almost addicted to the act, as well as an expert at giving wild, thrilling blow jobs. She satisfied herself at first by masturbating, and then using a vibrator.
From the age of fourteen to sixteen, she'd sucked her ruggedly built father off once a week, while her mother attended choir practice. The first time had been Gayle's idea, prodded by sharp curiosity. Her father had such a huge bulge that she simply wanted to see what his prick looked like.
He had, in fact, been reading his Bible when Gayle crawled on his lap, squirmed her ass on him until he was erect, and then unzipped his fly and went down on him with gurgles of delight. He didn't stop her. Once Gayle got her fiery lips on a man's cock, it was a mortal issue of life and death to her until she'd sucked up every last drop of his molten jism. And the furious thrills of her hot, madly sucking little mouth made it almost impossible to stop her until you came.
Tom was gasping and grunting as his long prick burst its thick fountain of cum into her feverishly gulping mouth. Gayle yearned for a man's jizz the way a junkie craved drugs. She'd-been raised on the pungent cream, pouring her heart and soul into becoming the most popular cocksucker in her town. She was, in fact, the most heavily dated girl in town even though she never put out once—thanks to her mother's stern brainwashing about the evils of losing her cherry.
And when she gulped down a man's jism, Tom discovered, it was like having your cock stuck in a wet electric socket. The naked boy felt as if the marrow was being sucked from his bones by her boiling mouth. Gayle whipped her head back and forth rapidly, jerking his cock in her fist to milk the precious liquid, her entire naked body trembling with ecstasy.
At last the moaning housewife released his limp prick. She sat up, her eyes closed with bliss, savoring her last mouthful of his cum, rolling it around her tongue. Her tastebuds sorted, classified and graded a man's jism like a chemistry lab. At Tom's age it was still sweet, barely a tinge of salt, pure protein, delicious to her expert buds.
Now Gayle stood up, one hand coaxing his balls, the other stroking his hot cock until it was quivering with power again in less than a minute. That's one of the things she really loved about boys, their ability to get it stiff again in seconds. And it was one of the reasons she was quickly getting bored with her marriage, because her husband's cock was the same old diet. She was beginning to crave variety intensely, the diet she was raised on.
"Get off the table," Gayle told him, trembling. "Give it to me dog-style, right here, Tom. And don't worry about hurting me with that whopper. Give me all of it, every hot, loving inch!"
As Tom climbed off the kitchen table, Gayle leaned forward on it, her tits digging into the warm area where his ass had been sitting. Her ripe, luscious butt jutted out, weaving, and she spread her legs wide.
Tom's cock quivered fiercely at the sight. He wasn't used to screwing sexy, developed women, although he made out quite well with girls. Beneath Gayle's silky asscheeks, her pink cunt glistened and sucked with lust.
He stood between her spread legs, rubbing his hands excitedly over her juicy ass-flesh, while Gayle reached behind her and seized his pounding prick. She guided the huge knob against her cuntlips, shivering with lewd pleasure as she teased her pussy with his burning crown.
"Ram it in," she whispered. "All of it, go ahead! Aaaaaaaagh! Oh, shit, that's good! Mmmmmm, hot, hot!"
He suddenly lunged forward, groaning as her slippery hot cunt hugged and pulsed on his cock, squirming and wriggling with feverish excitement. Jesus, she was tight and juicy! Her soft ass ground against his bushy crotch as he rammed as far as he could, only two-thirds of his cock in.
Then Tom began stroking inside her fiery slit, soft cries of obscene delight rolling from her throat as his pumping prick created a delicious friction inside her. Gayle lunged back to meet his swings, both of them fucking to a slow, powerful rhythm of lust.
"Goddamn, that's wild!" panted Tom, sweating beginning to pour down his .muscled chest. She had a terrific pussy, he realized, a silken animal on fire, a tight luscious fit that sucked with thrilling spasms on his cock, that felt like nothing Tom had ever had before. Like a cherry, he realized with astonishment, only she knew how to wriggle her juicy cunt to give him maximum excitement.
"Love it," panted Gayle, rubbing her hands over the table-top in a frenzy of soaring passion. "Love your big cock, Tom! Oooooooo!
Oh, honey, ram it harder!"
Standing behind her, Tom dug his fingers into her burning ass-flesh and pumped his cock savagely inside her greedy cunt, gritting his teeth as a wave of intense thrills shot through his prick. Her gorgeous naked ass was driving him crazy as it writhed against his crotch, and he wondered if she would let him screw her there too. She was wildly hot now, crying and fucking him eagerly, swinging her soft hips to a furious tempo.
Gayle was beginning to get her rocks off on his pistoning cock now, spraying it with cunt-juice and shuddering from head to toe with her orgasm. God, she loved young cock! Hard as blistering rock, boiling with the thick juices of youth, throbbing with raw male power inside her spasming cunt.
She hadn't taken him to the bedroom because she loved the risk of doing it right here on the kitchen table, like a tramp in heat. Tonight when she served her husband dinner, she would smile sweetly, because his dinner would be sitting on the same spot where she'd had her lunch—Tom's colossal prick!
If only she'd gotten to screw her father before he'd run off ...
When Gayle was sixteen, her father had taken off with a local waitress and she never heard from him again. She couldn't blame him, not really. Her mother was a pill with her endless moral lectures, and Gayle suspected the only sex her father was getting was from her own lustful lips and tongue, her once-a-week lascivious blow job.
Still Gayle remained a virgin, partly because of her mother's brainwashing, which began at a very early age, and partly because she was quite satisfied sucking off her dates. Her cocksucking had become an oral obsession.
She'd married at twenty, to a good-looking, ruggedly built man of twenty-five who worked as a warehouseman. They'd just moved to this quiet bedroom community on the outskirts of San Jose a week earlier, buying a small but tidy house. And Gayle who'd never cheated before now on her husband, now found herself feverishly being fucked dog-style by a massively hung boy, the clean-cut boy next door, on her own kitchen table.
And she loved it, couldn't get enough of his huge pumping prick gorging her gushing hot cunt.
"Harder, Tom, faster!" she panted, rub-
bing her ass against his sweating crotch lewdly as she came again in wild shudders of excitement. How she would love it up her tender ass! The first time her husband had taken that, cherry, she thought she would die of pure agony. But then she developed a craving for it up there, wallowing in the thick searing pain rammed up her tender asshole, in the utterly feminine, humble way it made her feel.
"Don't . . . mmmmmf . . . don't come yet, honey!" Gayle moaned as Tom's prick suddenly quivered fiercely inside her madly squirming pussy. But Gayle knew how to handle that one. She reached behind her and gripped the base of his long prick where it joined his bush. She seized his cock between her thumb and forefinger, exerting a savage pressure that made him gasp. But it kept him from coming too, partly cutting off the circulation and desensitizing his hard-on.
Now the sobbing, wildly excited housewife jerked and wriggled her ass in a hot frenzy of joy, spurting her pussy juice in trickles all over his cock. The boy was bigger than her husband, who was no slouch himself. Bigger and harder and hotter, hung like a young gorilla, battering her pussy relentlessly as he fucked her on the kitchen table, his gasps mingling with her sharp moans of lust.
Normally when Gayle got aroused from looking at handsome boys, she would either use her vibrator on herself or save it for her husband, practically raping him when he came home from work. But something had happened this time, something-very strange and exciting.
She'd been talking to Tom's little sister, running her eyes over her plump little tits and satiny thighs and Gayle felt a violent urge to make it with her. For the first time, the twenty-three-year-old housewife wondered what it would be like to have feverish, wanton sex with a gorgeous young girl, to suck on her tits and play with her succulent ass and go down on those smooth, silken young thighs.
To eat her pussy with all the ravenous hunger and raw greed she used on men's cocks ...
Being faithful to her husband for three long years hadn't done anything for Gayle's need for variety. Tom's sister was such a sweet, sexy little thing, her tits and ass so cute and luscious, her mouth so adorable with pouty lips. Gayle had a frantic desire to sit on the girl's face while she dug her tingling mouth into her young cunt.
Now, as Gayle sobbed and panted and swung her naked hot ass to a shattering orgasm, hugging Tom's immense hard-on lustfully in her gushing pussy, she wanted to watch Tom make it with his little sister. She was dying to see him ram his massive cock into his little sister's tender cunt, while Gayle sat on the girl's sweet face.
Quickly, the madly aroused housewife released her brutal grip on Tom's cock. "Shoot it in me! Gimme your hot cum, Tom! Hurry, ooooooooo! Want your jizz!"
Behind her, Tom clenched his jaw and sucked in his breath as the full impact of her juicy cunt shuddered on his prick. The oldest girl Tom had fucked before was eighteen, and her pussy had been hot and eager. It was clumsy and almost boring compared to this wild housewife's frenzied cunt.
He began spurting deep inside her and Gayle screamed in a low wail, pumping her ass savagely when his thickjism began spurting inside her throbbing cunt. The wet fire stung and tickled and thrilled her aching pussy all at once, making her tremble from head to toe.
Gayle clawed the table-top in her torrid climax, tears of intense relief streaming from her eyes.
Slowly, she released his limp prick from her wildly spasming cunt and stood up, her tits covered with sweat, the feel of his jism oozing down her inner thighs giving her delicious tingles of obscene pleasure.
"Oh, honey, I needed that!" she told him, shaking. For a minute Gayle rubbed her lush, heaving tits into his chest while she hefted his cock in her fingers.
"It was fantastic, Mrs. Fabian," Tom said.
"Wild!"
"You realize," Gayle told him in a solemn voice, "that you'd better not spread the word about this, not to any of your buddies. If my husband finds out ..."
She didn't have to finish it. Tom had seen her husband, and he was built like a steel boiler, with massive, rippling muscles. He nodded quickly, getting hard again in spite of himself.
Gayle was stepping away from him now, glancing anxiously at the kitchen clock. It was almost four-thirty!
"Put your bathing suit on," she told him quickly. She went to the living room closet and got her robe, ready to shower as soon as the boy left. Her asshole was tingling eagerly now, but she didn't dare risk it because of the time. Next time, for certain!
In the kitchen Gayle lit a cigarette, watching her new conquest with smoldering eyes as he gulped down his melted iced tea.
"Your little sister is still a cherry, isn't she?" Gayle asked.
He shrugged, baffled. "I guess. Why?"
Gayle stepped up to him, rubbing the huge bulge in his bathing suit to quicken his breath. "Take it from her!" she whispered, eyes blazing now. "Take her cherry, Tom. If you don't, someone else will and fast, too. She's ready for it, believe me, I know!"
He gasped, his prick leaping at the thought. "Christ, I couldn't do that, Mrs. Fabian. She's my little sister!"
"Call me Gayle," she snapped. Damnit, she was only a few years older than him. "Yes, you can, Tom. Do it tonight. She'll love it, I know for a fact. And then I want you to come over here tomorrow and tell me all about it, every exciting detail. Okay?"
Tom swallowed hard, desperately wanting to, but still shocked at the thought. "Maybe," he finally said. "Maybe I'll try it, Gayle. But what if she says no?"
"Don't ask her!" Gayle said, angry at his innocence. "You never ask a girl, Tom. You just go ahead full steam and she'll screech and protest a little at first. Then she'll climb all over your big cock! Trust my instincts on this, honey, because I know what she*s thinking right now. She wants you to, I can tell from the way she watched you today. Go easy at first. Feel her up so her pussy will get good and wet."
She was about to tell Tom to go down on his sister first, which would arouse the girl fiercely. But then Gayle suddenly realized she wanted to do that to her, and Tom might spoil it for Wendy with his clumsiness.
No, she wanted the girl's, juicy little cunt for her own private feast! The mere thought of Wendy's plump hot ass wriggling on her face made Gayle tremble with heat.
"I'll try, Gayle. Honest I will," Tom said fervently.
"You do that, honey, and run along now before my husband comes barrelling in that door."
Tom was out of the kitchen in seconds, leaping over the hedge to his own back yard.
Gayle went to wipe off the kitchen table, where trickles of the boy's creamy cum still lay, mingled with her cunt juice. She rubbed her fingers in the sticky mess and licked her lips with lewd pleasure before cleaning it up.
Christ, she was hot for the girl now! She was aching to find out what it felt like to kiss and suck and lap at a squirming wet pussy, in contrast to a colossal hot pricks And just maybe, Gayle thought with shivers of lusty anticipation, I'll lick Wendy's tender little asshole, too.
Gayle didn't feel the slightest guilt over cheating on her husband, which surprised her. Maybe she'd finally seen through her mother's hell-and-brimstone bullshit about sex. Or possibly her craving for variety, which she'd buried deep when she'd gotten married, was coming out with a pure vengeance and she wanted to make up for that lost time.
What she really had in mind was, ultimately, a swinging hot triangle with herself, Tom and his little sister, the best of both lustful worlds.
Gayle went to the shower, a delicious warm glow in her dripping pussy. Just like the good old days, going down on eager, long young cocks, except now she wanted them rammed everywhere.
As she soaped her voluptuous flesh down, Gayle wondered about Tom's parents. The whole family was remarkably good-looking, especially the mother, a lushly curved blonde j in her mid-thirties, a vibrantly sexy woman. J Now as Gayle thought about it, something about Marie Livingston struck her as strange, j but she couldn't put her finger on it. Sort of a sixth-sense feeling, as if Marie had a wanton secret. If Gayle had to make a wild guess, f she'd say that the ripe-breasted blonde was | screwing someone on the side, having a torrid j affair with some guy.
Under the shower's warm spray, Gayle j teased her cuntlips with her finger, shudder- I ing, arousing herself for her husband's homecoming. When she felt like this, she would unzip his fly as soon as he walked in the door, go down on him for a while and then straddle his throbbing cock like a saddle of ecstasy.
Variety, she sensed, was actually helping her marriage, helping her to become a better wife. For the first time since she'd discovered the lewd joys of oral sex, Gayle was getting turned on to sex all over again, thanks to the neighbor's wildly hung boy. And her husband would benefit.
She couldn't possibly know at this early stage just how maddeningly turned on she would get in the next few weeks, or how swiftly her sex life would change with shattering effect.
She was setting off a wild chain of depravity by making it with Tom and then urging him to take his sister's cherry—a chain that would finally erupt with explosive lust in the dull, sleepy neighborhood.
Gayle's sharp instincts were right about Tom's mother, too. She was indeed having a torrid affair on the side, one that was driving her to the edge of insanity.
But not with some local stud. With a hotly curved, sultry-eyed local nurse, who couldn't seem to torment and punish and suck and fuck the deliriously suffering housewife enough.