Chapter 10
Harry greeted Angie when she arrived at his home early Friday evening. As he closed the door behind her, he took her in his arms and kissed her, passionately, a hand fondling her buttocks as he did, then took her into the living room to meet his wife.
Angie almost gasped aloud in surprise as she saw that there was a boy in the room, his eyes wide as he stared boldly at her. But it was only the first of many surprises for her as Harry introduced his wife, Jean, and their fifteen year-old son, Trent.
Jean rose and took Angie in her arms for a kiss that was as sexy as her husband's had been, then the boy went to her for his. His tongue shot into her mouth, a hand rubbed her buttocks as his father had done, and she felt the form of his erect penis press against her.
"My," she blinked after the kiss, "you have a very advanced son, for fifteen," she said and the man and woman laughed along with their son who looked quite pleased with himself.
"Advanced is hardly the word for that cunt happy little devil," his mother said proudly. "He's the randiest young torn cat I've ever known."
Harry poured drinks for them and Angie heard the boy plead with his mother to be allowed to spend the evening with them.
"Trent, you're not to ask that again. You made a date with Jenny and you'll keep it. You will spend the full evening with her, and just to make sure you don't cut it short, you are not going to get to fuck Angie tonight. She'll be with us all weekend and you'll get all the pussy you want tomorrow and Sunday."
When he began to plead again, his mother threatened him with a strapping and he came to a full halt, blushing a little.
"Cheer up, Trent," Angie told him with a smile, "I'm a very horny girl myself and we'll have lots of fun. Are you going to get laid by your girlfriend tonight?"
"Not a chance," he replied, sadly, "she won't even let me touch her tits."
"Speaking of tits," his mother broke in, "I'm just dying to see those beauts of yours, Angie. Harry hasn't stopped talking about them since that day in the office. Let's take our dresses off."
They both did, and the man stripped naked, but Trent had eyes only for Angie as she posed in bra, panties and black, sheer nylons, her bra low cut to display generous portions of her yummies and the deep valley between.
Jean hurried to her and fondled her breasts with both hands as her husband approached from behind to play with Angie's lush buttocks in their nest of sheer, black nylon.
"Mmmmm," Jean sighed as she rubbed a hand down Angie's belly and into her crotch, "what nice hot panties you have darling. Does your little pussy want to be licked?"
Tt always wants that, Jean," she assured her as the hand continued to rub.
"Then let's go to the couch and talk about it."
Turning to her son, Jean told him it was time for him to leave to pick up his date. She saw tears in his eyes and felt sympathy for him.
"Come, darling," she said to him as she and Angie sat on the couch, "Mummy will fix you up. You can't go out on a date in that state. Would you like me to pull you off?"
"Yes," he said quietly as he went to her, opened his fly and took his stiff little cock out.
As the mother closed a hand gently around his penis, the boy began to pant and looked down into Angie's breast. Taking his right wrist, she guided his hand to a cup of her more than well filled bra and felt his squeezing and rubbing.
"There ... there, darling" his mother said as she slowly pulled his pecker, "you just play with Angie's nice big tit while Mummy jerks you off. When you let your cream shoot, I'll stick your cock between my tits. You like it that way, don't you, dear?"
"Oh yes, Mummy. I like it better when my cock is shooting in your cunt or your mouth, but I like it in between your pretty tits too.
Jean masturbated him gently for a little while, then heard his pant that he was going to blast off. When he did, she tucked the head of his tool between the cups of her bra where her valley was warm and smooth, gave it a few more jerks, then he was spurting his rich, warm semen which trickled down between her big breasts. She let him pour out his full charge, then squeezed the final drops out of the softening shaft and licked them off the head of the boyish organ.
Tucking his spent member back into his pants, the boy zipped his fly closed, said goodnight to the group and left for his date, leaving Angie still a bit dizzy with shock at all she had seen and heard.
"What do you think of our happy little family unit?" Harry asked after Trent left the room.
"Wow! That was quite a surprise. I've heard of modern parents who swing with their kids, but I never ran into it before."
We hadn't really planned it," Jean told her as Harry refreshed their drinks. "We were having an orgy in the basement room one night, about a year ago, when I went into the storeroom which adjoins our playroom to get a flat stick to give someone a spanking with. You can imagine my surprise at finding Trent with his eye to a hole in the wall, watching the whole show. Of course he was a bit surprised too when I walked in on him wearing just my garter belt and nylons.
"After we both got over our shock, he admitted that he often watched our orgies and begged me to let him keep watching. I didn't know what the hell to say or do, so I told him to stay and that we'd discuss it the next day.
"When I told Harry what was going on, he laughed so hard he damn near pissed in his pants. I could laugh about it too, then."
"That was quite an introduction to sex," Angie commented.
"It sure as hell was, but it was only the beginning," Jean told her. "Anyway, the group stayed over the weekend, or at least some of them did, so Trent and I didn't get a chance to talk until Monday. It was so important that we agreed he should take a day off from school.
"He had been thinking about it a lot, obviously, and asked to be allowed to swing with our friends. At first, I refused to even discuss it, but we had a long chat about it and by the time we finished, the clever little devil had talked me into jumping in the sack and romping with him, giving him his first piece of ass ever, me, his own mother."
"And you did?" Angie asked, excited.
"Believe it. I was fully dressed and took him to the bedroom. I taught him how to kiss and how to feel a woman up through her clothes, then to slip a hand inside a dress to fondle bra cups and thighs to get her really worked up. I took my dress off then and let him work me over some more, then my bra went and he had a lesson in tit fondling and sucking.
"I let him play with me through my panties for a long time, and showed him how to lick and suck the crotch of a woman's panties, then I let him take them off and go down on me. He ate cunt like a dream right from the start and gave me a yummy come. After that, I laid on my back and invited him aboard. The poor dear barely had his stiff little cock in my cunt when he went off. I wrapped my legs around him and held on tightly while he drained his prick into me."
"What an experience that must have been," Angie said, impressed with the way the woman had told the story. "Doesn't it make you wish you had a daughter, Harry?"
"We have a daughter, but she married and left home before we included Trent in our fun and games. Once of these days, when she comes to town for a visit without her husband, we're going to try to lure her into our style of sex. Trent is dying to get into her panties and so am I. Hell, so's her mother, she'd love to eat that tender young cunt of hers."
As her husband talked, Jean took her bra off and rubbed breasts that lacked the firmness of youth, but were big, nicely tipped and firm enough, Angie decided. Dropping the garment, she reached around Angle and took her bra off, gasping aloud at the sight of the beauties she had bared, her tongue licking over her full lips in erotic anticipation of sucking them.
"Jesus, Angie, when Harry told me how big and beautiful your tits were, I thought he was exaggerating. Now I see he wasn't. Oh Christ," she sighed, as her hands fondled and squeezed, this is too smooth to be either skin or silk, what is it?"
"I'm afraid it's just old fashioned skin," Angie told her with a smile. "How about each of your sucking one for me. I get a real kick out of having a husband and wife sucking my tits at the same time."
"Come on, baby," Harry said with enthusiasm as he got up. "Action like this calls for a nice wide bed."
The three of them left the room, leaving their drinks behind, and hurried upstairs to a tastefully appointed bedroom where they hurriedly got onto the extra wide bed.
Husband and wife each claimed a luscious breast and as they fondled and sucked them, Angie played with Jean's, keeping her squirming while she sucked like a greedy baby. When her nipples began to feel raw, she groaned and asked them to stop.
"Isn't she mean?" Harry asked his wife with a wink and she agreed, pouting.
"I think any woman as mean as that should have her panties taken down and her bare butt spanked, don't you?
"Oh yes, dear, definitely," Jean agreed. "I could look after her punishment if you're too tired, darling."
"That's very generous of you, Angel, but I feel it would be mean of me to expect you to handle such a big job by yourself," he replied, trying to keep a serious expression.
"Well then, darling," his wife countered, "perhaps we should share the task. Would you mind doing the extra work of taking her panties off?"
"I do mind, of course," Harry told his wife in the Same serious tone. "The way they cling to her ass and snuggle in her crotch indicates that they'll be so difficult to remove, but I feel it is my duty."
Their conversation so aroused Angie that she was rubbing her thighs together, savoring the heat and tingling anticipation she felt in her crotch. When Harry gave her his hand, she took it and they both got off the bed.
While Angie stood beside the bed, Harry dropped to his knees and told his wife he would have to explore the clinging panties in order to figure out how to take them off. To aid him in his exploration, Angie stood with her feet braced well apart, leaving room in her warm crotch for a hand, a hand which went there quickly while another investigated the manner in which her lash buttocks overworked the nylon which managed to contain them, partially, while exposing portions of silken white cheeks.
"Poor darling," Jean said with sympathy as she knelt up and claimed Angie's breasts with two gentle hands, "t pains me to see you working so hard. Let me know if you get tired."
"I will, darling, but I think I'm making progress. The crotch of her panties is getting a little damp.
Do a woman's panties come off more easily after they are wet in the crotch?"
"Oh yes, dear, much more easily. Keep up the good work. You're so devoted to duty. I'll keep her tits warm while you're at it."
For the next little while, Harry worked at Angie's panties, making the crotch wetter, and then he solved the mystery of them and was pulling them down as she squirmed with desire.
"What was she hiding in the seat of her little panties, darling?" Jean asked as she watched him bare the neat triangle of pubic hair which contrasted so excitingly with the white skin of tummy and thighs.
"You'd never have guessed," Harry replied, "but she has a ass here. It's a very beautiful ass consisting of two lovely round cheeks and a deep crack. I suspect there may be a little pink hole in the middle of the crack, but I haven't checked yet."
"Why the sneaky little devil," Jean said in a tone of exasperation. "She's been hiding a pretty little cunt as well," she went on as her left hand moved gently into the warm crotch. "She really must be punished by both of us. You spank that pretty ass first, then I'll take over when you get tired."
Allowing Angie's panties to fall around her ankles, Harry helped her step out of them, then slowly ran his hands up the backs of her nylon sheathed legs, her firm, silken thighs, then to her buttocks which he caressed so lovingly that she sighed loudly and rubbed them back against his hands. While he continued to fondle them, his wife kept a hand in Angie's crotch and fondled a lush breast with the other.
"Are you going to take your punishment like a good little girl?" Jean asked her.
"Yes, Mummy," Angie sobbed. "It's going to sting my bare ass and make me cry, isn't it?"
"Yes dear, it is," Jean told her in, a gentle tone, "but that's the way it has to be when a little girl has been naughty and her Mummy and Daddy spank her on the bare ass. You lie over Daddy's lap now, turn your pretty ass up and he'll give you a spanking. When he's finished, Mummy will spank you too. Cry nice and loudly, darling, Mummy and Daddy like to hear you crying because your ass is stinging."
Taking her by the hand, Harry led Angie to a chair, she draped her naked form across his thighs and he used his right hand to explore the area framed by her garter belt, suspenders and nylons, then he began spanking her.
He didn't try to hurt her, but smacked briskly and produced a sting which she found delicious as his right hand slapped from cheek to lovely cheek and warm pink replaced the flawless white of her buttocks. She had to pretend crying for a little while, then the smacking of her lush nether cheeks provided the real thing and tears flowed freely.
When he stopped spanking her, Harry helped her to her feet, then knelt behind her and kissed and licked the silken rounds before sending her to his wife for the second part of her spanking. Jean spanked a little more soundly than her husband had done, with the result that Angie cried more loudly and kicked her lovely legs while the man watched, his cock stiff in his right hand, stiff with desire to push into her tender young slit and stretch it wide. He recalled how wonderfully she had sucked him off and vowed that he would resample that too before the weekend ended.
While Jean spanked hard, she didn't administer nearly as many spanks as her husband had done before she squeezed a red, tingling buttock and groaned deeply.
"Jesus, darling," she panted as she helped Angie to her feet, I can't wait another second. Come on to bed and we'll eat cunt. I'm almost coming right now."
They hurried to bed and, without any preliminary playing or kissing, each hurried her face into the crotch of the other and they staged a thrilling display of cunt lapping for the man who fondled them both until they licked each other to orgasm.
When they finished, they rolled apart and lay on their backs across the bed. Jean did so to rest, but Harry wasn't about to allow Angie to rest though and as he approached her, his stiff tool in his hand, her eyes widened with delight.
"Give it to me, lover man," she groaned. "My cunt has been made nice and slippery for your lovely big cock. Ram it to me, sweet man and fuck the butt oil me. Jesus, I've never been so horny in my life."
As Harry guided his tool into Angie's crotch, he thrilled at the wetness and warmth his wife's mouth had imparted there. He parted the soft wet lips of her hot cunt and gave her just the head of his organ, feeling it stretch her. Her naked behind wriggled on the bed as she panted for more, then he lowered himself onto her silken, receptive body, slowly pushing the long bone into her belly, impaling her and drawing groans of ecstasy from her.
He went on to give her an unhurried riding, his long, strong tool pistoning with thrilling slowness, bringing her again to the brink of orgasm, then sending her hurtling into the erotic abyss, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him, her perspiring body jerking upward despite the weight of the man.
Harry waited until her spasms had stopped, then he resumed screwing her until she felt him grinding and twitching in her crotch. When he began to spurt, she used strong vaginal walls to suck him off. She drained him, then made him groan as her cunt went on sucking his spent cock. He tried to pull away, but her arms and legs were strong as she crushed him, holding him in her crotch and continuing to suck with her strangling vaginal walls until she saw he was on the verge of fainting. With a sigh, she released him and he rolled off and lay in a state of near collapse.
When Trent returned from his date, he hurried to the basement playroom where he found the three naked and sitting at the bar, chatting and sipping drinks. It was then close to midnight and his mother told him he could stay with them for only a few minutes, then he would have to go to bed.
His eyes were feasting on Angie's breasts, so she spun around on the stool and gave them to him to play with. He accepted the offering eagerly and made little whining sounds as he fondled them. After a little, she fed one into his mouth and allowed him to suck it.
"I've got another hard-on," he said proudly as the breast was taken out of his mouth. "Could I fuck Angie now, Mother?"
"No, dear. We've all had enough for now. You go to my bed and await for me. You'll sleep with me tonight and Angie will sleep with your father. I may give you a fuck or suck your cock to put you to sleep. Did you get any closer to getting into her panties tonight?"
"Not much, I got a hand inside her blouse to feel her tits through her bra, and I got a little beyond the tops of her nylons, but still nowhere near her panties. Christ she's chicken."
"Be patient, dear," his mother counseled. "Most girls her age are afraid of getting knocked up. One day, when you least expect it, she's going to let you slip her panties off, open her legs and take your cock up her virginal little cunt. Think of what a thrill it will be, darling, what a reward for all your hard work. Just make sure you have a rubber with you every time you go out. Off you go to bed bow, dear. If you're still awake when I get there, I'll fix you up for a good sleep."
Trent left without further protest, pausing only to steal a quick feel of Angie's buttocks as she bent over the bar to accept a drink from Harry. The adults finished their nightcaps, then called it a night.
Upstairs, Harry kissed his wife good night, patted her wet crotch and she went to join their son in bed as Harry and Angie went to another bedroom.
Harry wanted a sexual nightcap, but had difficulty getting his penis to rear its head for the fray. Angie told him she would help all she could, so she knelt astride him, her crotch above his face, giving him something to see and play with while she guided his soft cock into her warm mouth and began sucking it.
More quickly than he had expected, she had him hard again and asked him what he wanted to do.
"Jesus, Angie, it felt so good in your mouth. Put it back in and suck me off. Don't hurry it and I'll eat your cunt some more while you blow me. That s it, baby, deliver that little pink honey-pot right to my mouth. Mmmmmmmmm," he sighed and stopped trying to talk as she lowered herself onto him, the wet warmth of her crotch thrilling as he held her and rubbed her hips and smooth buttocks while he lapped her and she sucked his throbbing prick until it coated her throat with cream and left her ready for a good night's sleep.
In the other bedroom, Jean arrived to find her son sitting up naked in her bed, thumbing through strongly erotic photographs and playing with a penis which looked very hard indeed.
He watched her, putting the pictures down, as she took off her shoes, nylons and garter belt, then got into bed, naked, and took the boy in her arms.
"What would you like, dear? Fuck or suck?" she asked as she held him on her body, his penis pressed between her warm, silken thighs.
"More than anything, Mummy," he told her, "I'd like to give it to you up your beautiful big ass."
"You know the price of that, darling. Are your prepared to pay it?"
"Oh yes," he assured her, eagerly.
"Then get me my brush, dear."
He went to the dresser for her wooden backed hair brush and when he returned with it, his mother was sitting on the edge of the bed, her feet on the floor. Handing her the brush, her hurriedly turned his bottom up over her lush thighs and she began spanking.
Despite the fact that she was tired from a full evening of sex, Jean managed to give him a very adequate spanking which caused fires to burn in his sensitive bottom cheeks and made him cry loudly as he kicked his legs and squirmed.
Through the whole ordeal, he kept sexual arousal strong as he pictured his mother kneeling naked on all fours on the bed in a little while, her big white behind excitingly arched, the little pink hole winking in invitation for him to push his stiff prick into it and rub against her lovely behind while he ass fucked her and shot his load of juice into her bowels.
He was still crying when she tossed the brush away, told him he had paid the price of admission to her anus, then fell back on the bed with him in her arms, feeling his strongly erect organ throbbing against her bare tummy as she fondled his hot, tingling buttocks.
"Ready, darling?" she asked as his sobbing passed.
"Oh yes, Mummy. You know how much I love your big ass and your tiny little arsehole."
"All right dear, get my arsehole ready. You know how."
Jean got up then and knelt on all fours, her big breasts swaying, her white behind also swaying a little in a highly erotic motion. Crouching behind her, her son kissed and licked her buttocks, making them more slippery and exciting. Then he was licking her crack and especially her anus.
After a little while, he curled his tongue and worked it into the hole, the act of preparation his mother liked best. Her husband never reamed her that way and it always delighted her when the boy did it.
He tongued her for a long time, then she told him to go ahead and bugger her. Trembling and perspiring, his buttocks still tingling from the spanking, Trent knelt up behind his mother and played with the head of his little penis between the big, arched cheeks. So close to the beginning of the act, he delighted in teasing himself that way until she told him to put it into her and to start riding her behind.
Trent brought the head of his organ to the pink ring, paused, then slowly pushed it into her, sighing as he did. When it was buried all the way, he pressed there and reached around his mother, getting a hand into her crotch and finding the little passion bud between the soft lips of her cunt. Continuing to press against her lush behind, he fingered her clit until she went into orgasm, panting and jerking.
When she emerged from it, he gripped her well fleshed hips with both hands and began ass fucking. Thanks to her having masturbated him earlier, he was able to give her a very long riding before he reached the point of no stopping. With a few quick strokes, he sent himself over the edge and jerked strongly as he pressed against her smooth behind while his semen pumped up into her rectum.
Knowing how much she enjoyed it, he stayed hard against her as he fingered her clitoris until she had another orgasm, then he withdrew his spent member and, as usual, used her nylon panties to wipe it off. The boy would wash them for her tomorrow and would enjoy the task. He loved his mother's panties, whether or not she was in them, as he loved her girdles and corselettes.
The four participants on the night of lust slept well and very soundly. When Trent woke in the morning, he eased the sheet off his mother and admired as she slept deeply, partly on her left side, partly on her tummy, her lovely big behind ideally presented. He wanted to touch it and play with and between the ample cheeks, but knew it was not a good idea, that she would resent being wakened that way.
His tool was stiff, so he played with it instead and thought of the thrill that would be his later when he went to bed with their beautiful guest, the most beautiful and exciting woman he had ever seen.
Angie woke, lying on her back, her breasts being fondled and sucked by her partner of the night. With a sleepy sigh, she found his penis and it was so hard that she became stimulated instantly.
"What a lovely way to start the day," she told him as he moved a hand to her crotch and began to prepare it. "Are you going to fuck me?"
"You can make book on that, baby," he told her, "but it's going to have to be a bit of a quickie. I have a date to play golf this morning."
"You're kidding," she gasped and sat upright on the bed.
"Hell no, I play Golf every Saturday morning. A friend and I have a continuing wager going. The loser has to suck the winner's cock."
What happens if you tie?"
"Then we blow each other. You'd be surprised how often we tie. It can be very easy to miss a six inch putt if you want to feel a big cock shooting cream into your mouth."
"I didn't realize you enjoyed copping joints," Angie told him in surprise.
"Hell, lady, if it's sex I enjoy it. Ready baby, that sweet cunt of yours should set me up for a great game of golf. Watch the way I handle my driver," the man said as he knelt over her with his tool in his hand.
She sighed as he fed his stiff prick into her warm little slit, then he gave her a good ride, making her come just moments before he pumped his strong charge of juice into her receptive cunt. This time, she didn't suck him dry, not wanting to weaken him for his other game.
Trent was still randy when his mother woke, but she wasn't in the mood for sex and told him to go make a pot of coffee. lie met Angie in the kitchen, naked, her inner thighs still showing the signs of what she had done with the hoys father. She had already made the coffee and poured a cup for him and one for his mother.
Delivering the coffee, he returned to the kitchen and suggested to Angie that they could steal a quick fuck since his mother wouldn't be getting up for a while.
"No thanks, dear. Your father gave me a quickie already this morning. I want to save you for something better than that, later. I'm going to have a shower after I fnish my coffee. Care to join me and rub nice, rich later all over my tits and ass everywhere?"
"I sure would Mother lets me give her a bath from time to time. Man, how I love bathing a bare naked woman, especially a beauty like you."
"I'm glad, dear," she told him with a smile, "but I want you to promise me that you wont do anything to spoil that nice hard-on. I want you strong when you fuck me this afternoon."
"Do you mean we have to wait until afternoon?" he asked, sadly.
"I'm afraid so, dear. Your Daddy wants to be on hand to watch. We're going to do it a very special way and it sounds very thrilling. By the way, do you suck cocks?"
"I haven't yet. Dad does and he seems to like it. I guess I'll give it a try one of these days. I think I'd like to start with a big black prick."
"I'm glad to sec you're such a liberal, dear," Angie told him. "For a long time now, I've wanted to be fucked by a big black man. I want to watch it in a mirror and see the contrast in our skins. I think I'd like to eat black cock too. Shall we go have that shower now?"
They hurried to the bathroom, the prospect of their shower more exciting by far than a usual one. Angie turned the shower on and adjusted the temperature while the boy crouched behind her and played with her buttocks.
When the shower was ready, she stepped into it and Trent followed close behind. After the spray had wet them nicely, Angie took him in her arms and they shared a passionate kiss, their wet bodies rubbing together.
Angie ended the embrace and gave him the soap, observing how his hand trembled as he took it from her.
"Start with my arms, shoulders and armpits," she told him. "After that, do my big tits if you think you can handle them."
"You'll see," he told her as he rubbed the soap in his hands and worked up a thick lather.
He washed her with a skilled touch which showed that we had bathed his mother often, then, after finishing her smooth armpits, he worked more lather in his hands and carried it to her breasts.
"Mmmmmm, you do it so well, dear," Angie told him with a contented sigh.
"I could wash your lovely big tits forever," Trent said with feeling as his hands rubbed lovingly.
"But then we'd run out of hot water and I'd get cold."
"I'd keep you warm," he replied, rubbing so that her nipples hardened and elongated.
When Angie told him to, Trent rinsed her lovely breasts, then worked downward over her tummy with more lather. He spent a long time creaming her buttocks with the rich lather and working it into her crack, then he rinsed her with equal care, parting her firm nether cheeks to ensure that all the lather was rinsed from her crack before he took the next bath of lather into her crotch where his hands were so gentle that he kept Angie sighing as he worked lather between the soft, tender lips, then rinsed with equal care.
He washed her thighs and legs with equal loving care and he was just washing her feet when his mother came into the bathroom, as naked as they.
"I think I'd better keep an eye on you two," she said. Von are not to shoot your load this morning," she reminded her son who hid his disappointment, having hoped to seduce Angie during the shower.
Instead, when Angie got out of the shower, Jean got into it and had her son help her. Later, sin washed his cock and balls and left him to look alter the rest of his body while she toweled herself.
After breakfast, Jean had to do some shopping. She decided to take her son with her to keep him out of Angie's panties, wanting him to be strong for the planned matinee. Alone in the house, Angie read erotic stories and masturbated from time to time. When she heard Harry returning, she saw that he had a man with him, so she went to her room for a negligee.
"Who won the game?" she asked as she returned to the loom and found the men sipping drinks.
"He did," Harry said casually, "that's why we're here, to pay off the best. He gets his cock sucked."
II it's all the same to you, Harry old buddy," the man said, his penis stiffening at the sight of Angie in her sheer negligee, "I'd rather collect it from this beauty. Christ, I didn't know they made women like this."
"Sorry, the bet is that I suck your cock. If you want to go down on her and eat pussy first, I don't mind."
At once, the man began undressing and Harry did the same. To keep in the mood of the moment, Angie shrugged out of her negligee. As they stripped, she saw that they both had erections.
The visitor hurried to Angie and began playing with her. He was still doing so when Jean and Trent returned from shopping and Harry told them what was happening. A little later, Angie lay across the couch with her crotch wide open. The naked man knelt and lapped her cunt with exciting greed until she climaxed.
"Come on Harry boy," he said as he got to his feet, his organ throbbing, "kneel down and pay off that wager."
While the others watched with interest, Harry knelt, caught the twitching cock in his right hand, then pushed it into his mouth and began sucking.
Angie had never watched one man sucking another off and she found it exciting. Harry blew the man with easy skill, indicating it was something he had done often and enjoyed. It was not long before the other man was panting as he told Harry to get ready for a big drink.
He went off, grunting and groaning and Harry sucked more greedily. A little semen escaped from the corner of his mouth, but he retained most of the man's flow. When the penis slipped out of his mouth it was soft and spent.
"How about blowing me?" Harry asked his partner.
"That wasn't part of the wager," the man replied
"Hey Dad," Trent said eagerly, "let me do it. It's time I learned what it's like to suck a cock."
Harry hesitated, obviously considering the offer, then he looked at Jean and she shrugged.
"Come and get it, Trent," he said, smiling and waving his penis at the boy.
Eagerly, Trent dropped to his knees and was surprised at how he had to stretch his jaws to get the big head into his mouth. It felt like velvet as he mouthed it and he knew he was going to enjoy the blow job.
It was an act he had watched before and Trent went on to flow his father excitingly for both of them until he felt the semen shooting into his mouth and had to swallow fast.
After all she had watched, Jean needed some action so she stripped hurriedly, went to the couch with Angie and they went down on each other in squirming sixty-nine until they achieved climax.
A little after that, their visitor dressed and left, then Angie helped the woman prepare lunch. They chatted for a while, then Angie and Trent were sent to their rooms to get dressed.
"Dressed?" he asked, puzzled. "I thought I was going to fuck Angie."
"You are dear, but we're going to make an exciting game of it, one which involves your being regularly dressed. Hurry now or I may change my mind," his mother told him and he almost ran from the room.
He returned to the room completely dressed in record time, and a few minutes later, Angie joined them, wearing a short skirt which displayed much of her lovely thighs and a blouse cut low at the bodice to show a teasing sample of lush breasts.
Angie had already discussed the choreography of the game with Jean and Harry, they then gave Trent a sketchy outline of how it was to be played, then the man and his wife left the room. A few minutes later, Trent went to his room where he found the drapes drawn and the light on. It was overcast and had begun to rain so that without the light, the room would have been dark. While th light illuminated the bed and a section around it, it left the closet dark so that while Trent knew his parents were hiding there to watch the show, he couldn't see them.
He had been sitting on his bed for just a minute when he heard the knock on his door.
"Come in," he called, and Angie walked smiling into the room.
"Hello, Trent," she said warmly, her smile widening. "Since we're alone in the house, I thought I should visit you for a little chat. Do you want company?"
"Oh yes," he replied, eagerly, reminding himself that he was to play the role of a nervous, innocent boy who was to be lured into his first sexual experience.
Sitting on the bed beside Trent, Angie led him through a session of small talk. She sat with legs crossed to let him see nylon sheathed thighs, but as he glanced in the mirror opposite, he was able to see the reflection of bare skin above expanded nylon tops.
"Good heavens," she said with pretended surprise as she followed the line of his vision, "I didn't know I was showing so much in the mirror. What a naughty girl I am. I hope I didn't shock you."
"Oh no," he assured her with feeling, "I really liked it. I wish you hadn't pulled the hem of your skirt down."
"Do you like looking at women's thighs, Trent?" she asked in a lowered tone, eyes shining, her smile warm and exciting.
"I sure do, like when a woman crosses her legs and I can sneak a peek above her nylon tops."
"Have you even seen farther up a woman's thighs, dear? I mean like all the way up to her crotch and panties.
"No, I haven't," he said with a sad expression, remembering his role, "but I sure want to. I think about it a lot."
"Tell me, dear," Angie went on, "when you think of that, does your cock get hard?"
"Yes," he replied, managing to sound shy. "It sure does get hard."
"When that happens, do you go somewhere and pull yourself?"
"Yes, but it would be so much better if I had a woman with me then and wouldn't have to jerk off."
"I understand how you feel, darling. Sometimes when a man has been sneaking glances of my thighs, I get so horny that I go to my bedroom, take my little panties off and finger my cunt until I come."
"I'd sure like to see you doing that, Angie. I bet you have a real pretty cunt."
"I'm told I have, dear. Your Mummy and Daddy have both sucked my cunt and your Daddy has fucked me. He says I'm a real good fuck and I just love it when his big, hard cock is working in my cunt, making it all hot and juicy. Would you like to see a little more of my thighs, Trent? I like you and I like to do nice things for you."
He assured her he wanted to see a lot more, then Angie slowly pulled the hem of her skirt above the expanded tops of her sheer nylons.
"Oh Angie, your thighs are so beautiful," Trent said with a catch in his voice, "please let me feel them."
"Well, I suppose I could. For now though, just feel to the tops of my nylons the way you do with your shy girlfriend. Ooohhh, you have good hands, Trent, she sighed as his hands found her thighs and fondled, lovingly to the expanded tops, the boy thrilling to the firmness of her flesh as though it really were his first view and feel of a woman's thighs. "Oh darling, you are so good at feeling thighs, go ahead, feel higher on my bare skin."
Tugging her skirt higher, Trent fondled the silken thighs with an excitement so great that it thrilled Angie too as his hands moved gently over her white skin. Her legs were parted widely enough so that one of his hands was able to feel the finer silk of an inner thigh and he became wet with perspiration as his hand moved slowly to her crotch where her skin was so much warmer, more exciting to the touch.
Her thighs were not parted widely enough to permit Trent to get a hand onto the crotch of her clinging nylon panties, but he did manage to get there with a finger and he stroked excitingly while she sighed warmly.
"It's getting too warm, darling," Angie told him with a heated sigh. "Take your shirt off. After that I'll take off some clothes too."
Trent didn't want to take his hand away from her crotch, but he didn't want to disobey either, so he moved away from her and took his shirt off so that he was naked to the waist.
"Stand up dear and I'll open the front of your pants so you'll be more comfortable," Angie told him and again he obeyed.
Her hands moved slowly, unbuckling his belt, slipping the catch at the top of his pants, then sliding the zipper all the way down his fly to show the bulge in his briefs.
"Your cock is nice and hard, Trent," she told him as she closed a hand over the bulge and made him tremble. "I may as well take your pants right off and make you more comfortable." Without waiting for his agreement, Angie pulled his pants down, he pushed his slippers off, then stepped out of his pants.
When Trent looked up, Angie was finishing unbuttoning her blouse. She pulled it wide open to show how her lush breasts nestled in the low cut cups of her bra, then she removed the garment with a sigh and lovingly rubbed her breasts while he stared at her in mounting desire and his penis twitched and throbbed strongly in his briefs.
"Would you like me to take my skirt off to?" Angie asked, her eyes shining with passion, her breasts rising and falling with her labored breathing.
"Oh yes, please."
Smiling, Angie stood, turned her back to the boy as she unhooked the waist of her skirt, then worked it down slowly over her lovely, panty clad bottom, allowing him to see that her sheer, black panties covered only a bit of her buttocks and that through the stretched fabric he could see her shadowy crack.
Her beautiful bottom worked excitingly as she stepped out of the skirt, bending from the waist, then she tossed the garment away and turned to face him, drawing a little groan from the boy. She paused, then took him into her arms for a passionate kiss, their bodies rubbing warmly together, his stiff organ throbbing against her panties.
When the kiss ended, Angie sat on the edge of the couch, gripped the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down, causing his rampant pecker to leap to freedom.
"There, Trent," she told him as he kicked his briefs away, "now you'll be all reach for me when my bra and panties are gone. Your stiff prick will be all ready to get into my hot cunt. Do you want to fuck me, dear?"
I le tried to tell her he did, but all he could manage was a strangled groan with a little sob in it. She took him back onto the couch, kissed him once more, then told him to go ahead and play with her, an offer he accepted with thrilling eagerness.
In the course of his fondling and kissing of her body, Angie twisted and turned frequently to give him more of her, becoming as wildly aroused as In by his thrilling touches and kisses. She waited until his face was in her crotch, his mouth sucking greedily at the crotch of her wet, clinging panties, then she unhooked her bra and took it off.
When he discovered that her big breasts were naked, he went for them with hands and wide open mouth and she rubbed his head and the back of his neck while he sucked greedily. Trent played the role of trembling virgin so well that it was easy for Angie to believe she was seducing an innocent boy rather than a greedy young mother fucker who had been at it for close to a year. As for Trent, the exerting youthful beauty of her firm body and thighs made it easy for him to believe the same thing.
'Trent dear," she sighed after she took her second breast from his mouth, "my little panties are all wet and sticky. Would you like to take them off for me?"
Knowing what his answer would be, she turned over and lay on her tummy. That way, she knew, he would be forced to work a little harder to strip the clinging little garment oil off, but she sensed it would he the kind of work he'd enjoy.
Hunched beside her, the boy clutched at her lush buttocks through the sheer nylon, then began stripping her panties down. She did nothing to help and the boy perspired freely as he worked the nylon down until her behind was bare and thrillingly beautiful. After that, it was easier to strip the panties down her thighs and legs, take them off her feet and drop them.
Trent returned his attention to her lovely behind again, not only with his hands this time, but with his mouth and tongue as well, kissing and licking the firm rounds and sending his tongue to play in her crack and make Angie squirm and sigh warmly. Pulling the cheeks apart, Trent buried his face between them and made her groan as his hot, moist breath bathed her pink anus as he tongued it for her, hands under her hips pulling at her, urgently, bringing her silken bottom up to rub on his invading ace.
Although he tried to hold her in that position to go on licking her crack and tonguing her anal ring as he had been doing, Angie had other ideas and she moved out of his grasp and turned over. As she did, lovely, smooth thighs opened wide and the boy was staring into a crotch so hot that he thought he could see the heat.
"How would you like to suck my crotch without the panties in your way, Trent?" Angie asked as she rubbed a hand lightly along her vulva, then took it out of his way.
By way of answer, she heard a little growl deep in his throat, then his face was in her crotch and her silken thighs rubbed his cheeks as his mouth found her hot. soft cunt and he began to suck. His mother had taught him the act well, Angie saw at once, as he sucked as well as any man had ever sucked her, alternating between wet, greedy sucking and thrilling probing and lapping with his tongue.
While be worked excitingly in her crotch, she thought of his virginal girlfriend and of all the fun the girl was missing by not allowing him to get into her panties. That thought passed quickly though as she stopped thinking of anything but herself and how good it felt to have the boys face in her crotch, his mouth working so wetly and greedily on her churning cunt, his young tongue licking her tenderized clitoris as his hands rubbed her hips, belly and breasts.
Trent had prepared her body well and it was not long before Angie was groaning with the approach of orgasm. When tension began to grip her, she held on as long as possible, fighting the climax and holding it back, knowing that in doing so, she was building it toward a shattering explosion.
When it came, it was all of that and then some. Her body rocked and trembled and her cries filled the quiet room, a series of banshee wails as her legs threshed madly and her balled fists pounded the couch in a fury of ecstasy.
"Boy, what a come that must have been," Trent observed as her cries diminished to sighs and her eyes opened again.
"What a come it was, you darling boy," she told him, her eyes shining. "How would you like to have one with your stiff prick buried in my hot, juicy cunt? Do you want to fuck me now, lover boy?"
He wanted to, very much, and he was soon clambering onto her, her wet, silken belly and breasts thrilling him so that he hoped he would be able to get his organ into her slit before he went off. He found the entrance and pushed his throbbing tool into it. She was so much tighter than his mother, he observed, and the thrill of pushing his stiff bone into her slit was the greatest he had ever known, or at least as great as the first time he had lain between his mother's smooth thighs and stuffed his cock into the moist warmth of her ready cunt.
Her hands rubbed his naked back and she whispered encouragement to him as he began stroking his small, hard rod in her. That it did not stretch her vagina as did the penis of a mature man, did nothing to diminish her ecstasy, the thrill of his youth more than compensating for his lack of size.
Angie had known from the outset that he wouldn't last long enough to bring her another orgasm, so she was not in the least disappointed when she heard him panting that he was going to shoot.
He gave a few more fast strokes, then pressed hard into her crotch. Just at the crucial moment, her legs went around him to join her arms in holding and crushing him as he pumped his semen into her, trembling, jerking and making little crying sounds.
"And just what's going on in here?" Harry asked as he and his wife walked naked into the room as the two nude bodies lay united on the couch, their sweat mingling warmly.
"That sexy bitch has seduced our innocent son." Jean said, a tone of anger sounding very convincing as the two on the bed scrambled apart and sat up.
Angie saw that the game was far from over as the parents of the boy discussed the enormity of what she had done and how she should be punished for it.
"That sounds fair enough, darling," Jean told her husband after a while. "I'll spank the butt off her. then you'll throw her down on the couch and fuck her. Perhaps that will teach her a lesson. I think I'll make her suck my cunt too, just to make sure she's punished enough to learn a lesson about seducing innocent little boys like Trent.
Jean sat on a leather covered hassock and Angie's sobbing was very convincing as she lay across the firm thighs of the woman and submitted her bottom to be spanked. She was just beginning to plead for mercy when Jean's hand delivered the first stinging spank.
It was the first of many and each was a stinger as the woman had been driven wild by the erotic performance the young woman and boy had staged. As a result, Angie was crying loudly and her buttocks felt afire when the spanking finally ended and Jean dragged her to her feet and turned her over to her husband to continue what they termed the punishment. His instrument of punishment was fully rampant and throbbing as he led her to the couch on which she and Trent had enjoyed their romp.
"Do you want to suck her cunt first?" he asked his wife as he pushed Angie down onto the couch.
"No, darling, later, after you fill her slit with hot juice. While you fuck her, I'll have Trent lap my twat. If he can do it for strangers, he can do it for his own mother."
So that she could watch her husband screwing the naked beauty, Jean had her son lie on his back on the thick carpet, then knelt astride him and lowered her crotch onto his face and he began lapping.
"All right, you sexy bitch," Harry growled at Jean, "open those legs wide and let me see your cunt. This big cock of mine will show you what a real fuck is like."
Angie added to his delight by begging him not to do it, telling him his penis was too big for her, but then he was lying in her crotch, proving to her that it was just the right size to fill and stretch her slippery organ.
Having had the blow job earlier in the day, Harry was able to give Angie a long, lovely screwing and he was nowhere the end of his ride when she climaxed very strongly. He waited until she was finished, then went on banging her. He heard his wife coming as her naked son lapped her, then he was pounding hard in Angie's crotch and shooting his juice into her, making sure he gave her enough so that his wife could enjoy a tasty snack in her crotch later.
He rested on Angie's warm body for a little while, then withdrew his spent tool and watched as his wife took his place and fitted her face into the warm, wet crotch of the sighing young beauty.
Joan licked up the excess which had leaked from Angie's slit first, then fitted her mouth to the soft opening of the source and began sucking and licking. She snacked there for a long time and did it so well that Angie enjoyed yet another climax before she finally got up and allowed her to rest for a little while.
They alternately talked, sipped drinks, played, sucked and fucked through a long evening before Angie went to bed with Harry while Jean took her son into her bed again.
All four slept late on Sunday, enjoyed a casual breakfast, then went back into action with plenty of spanking and sucking as the two males saved their erections for a long time before investing them, Trent spending his in his mother's mouth while Angie did the same for his father.
When Angie returned to her apartment late that evening, she was more tired than she had been at the end of any of the previous weekends.