Chapter 8
Kurt slipped his hands under Rona's big warm body and cupped the creamy mountains of her tits. His limp cock was still in her, and he poked around with it hopefully, but it was no good. His erection was gone for the moment.
"Hey, it's getting pretty late," he said. "Let's go to bed. I'll drive you home in the morning."
"But, Kurt, the children," said Rona, "what will they think?"
Kurt laughed. "They've already watched us fuck, baby. They won't be surprised to find us in bed together."
Rona went along because she had no choice. It was too far to walk home, but it bothered her that she was going to bed with a man she hardly knew and that his kids might see them. It was silly of her, of course. As Kurt said, the twins had already watched them make love-and she'd even balled thirteen-year-old Jon. Her head swam with the realization of all the wicked things she'd done tonight. She was thoroughly ashamed of herself.
Kurt took her down the hall to the master bedroom, and they got into his big king-size bed. "Hey, what's the matter, baby?" he said. "You look unhappy."
A tear rolled down Rona's flushed face. "Kurt, I'm so ashamed of myself," she said miserably. "All the terrible things I did-and in front of your children, too."
"Oh, for chrissake," said Kurt, laughing impatiently. "Rona, when are you going to get over this stupid idea that sex is wrong? That's ridiculous, if you just think about it. It's a natural function, like eating and sleeping and pissing. There's nothing WRONG with it."
"I know," she said. "You make sense. I guess it's just the way I was brought up. My parents told me over and over again that sex is evil, men are animals-you know, the old Victorian morality."
"Yes," said Kurt, "and it's sick. It tries to destroy the most beautiful and natural thing people can do together. I want you to get over it, Rona. I want you to be free and happy. Let's make love again, now, and I don't want any blushing or holding back. Just keep telling yourself that it's natural and good."
"All right, Kurt," she said, "I'll try."
He laughed again. "Well, the first thing you have to do is get me hard. The ol' cock's taken quite a beating today. Go ahead, baby, play with me-and don't hold back. Do whatever crazy thing comes into your head."
The bedside lamp was on, casting a mellow glow over the big bed, and Kurt's powerful body was well illuminated as he laid down and stretched out on his back. As always, Rona was powerfully aroused just by the sight of his rugged male body. That was one thing, though, and it was quite another to drop all her life-long inhibitions and play freely with his body. She knelt beside him and gazed down at his limp soaked genitals.
His pink furry balls, flaccid and empty, snuggled sleepily between his thighs. His cock, a sleepy pale worm, lay limp and shrivelled in his crotch. Even his dark bristly pubic hair seemed limp and exhausted. Rona knew it was her job to get him up again, to arouse him, but did she really have the guts? Could she forget all her hang-ups about sex? Even now, after all they'd done together, it seemed wicked to play with his cock.
"Come on, baby," said Kurt, "pick it up and play with it. I need you. Don't be shy."
Rona's hands trembled as she reached out and gingerly petted his flaccid meat. His prick felt doughy and moist. She curled her fingers around it and began to pump it softly. It felt so flabby and lifeless in her hand that she thought he'd never get it up again, but after a little pumping she felt the soft prick twitch a little in her palm.
"That's nice," said Kurt with a contented sigh, "but do more. Play with my nuts, too."
With her free hand Rona reached down and cupped his warm soft testicles. Like his cock, they seemed utterly limp and lifeless. She rolled the soft bags gently in her hand, feeling the tiny hard core, and she went on gently pumping his soft wormy prick. It all seemed pretty mechanical and routine, and she suspected it wasn't doing much for Kurt. She recalled his words: "Do whatever crazy thing comes into your head."
Rona struggled to empty her mind of all repressions, all her parents' stern teachings, and to discover what she really wanted. Gazing down at Kurt's rosy limp balls and cock, she suddenly felt a hot pooling of saliva in her mouth. Her face started to color, but she remembered that Kurt had wanted no blushing, no holding back. She frankly admitted to herself what she wanted-to tongue and taste his prick.
"Awww, YEAH," said Kurt.
The prim spinster schoolteacher had suddenly dipped her glossy brown head over his belly, and he felt her rough wet little tongue sliding deliciously over the wrinkled soft surface of his prick. She was actually drooling on it in her excitement, bathing his drowsy meat in hot slick spit.
"That's more like it, baby," he said eagerly. "Yeah, LICK MY COCK, RONA ... EAT ME!!!"
Rona was surrounded by a dim cave of her own cascading hair, and all she could see were Kurt's flaccid penis and testicles. That was all she wanted to see, for they were the whole universe to her right now. If she could get him hard again, he'd fuck her, and fucking was all she really lived for. She couldn't get enough of it, ever ... Twenty years of abstinence had given her a sexual hunger that just wouldn't quit.
She licked Kurt's soft, doughy prick up and down, up and down, till it was gleaming and wet with her saliva and completely cleansed of their combined cum. His cock was shining and clean again, delicious to taste. Rona picked it up and began licking it with more speed and hunger, swishing her rough wet tongue around and around the soft pulpy shaft. She felt Kurt stirring hornily beneath her, heard him sigh.
Gradually she worked her greedy tongue up his soft warm shaft till she reached the dark red silky-smooth glans. He was very sensitive there, she discovered. When she swished her tongue wetly and swiftly around his glans-knob, he shivered violently and moaned. That was good-she wanted to get him hotly aroused. She stuck the tender dark red glans between her lips and tenderly nibbled the spongy flesh. Kurt moaned blissfully. She dug the tender tip of her tongue into the dark little hole of his glans, wormed it around, and was rewarded with a salty bubble of cock-juice. Now she was getting somewhere.
Greedily, Rona popped his whole limp dick into her mouth. Kurt gasped as he felt his wakening meat plunged into fiery-hot soaking-wet tissue. Rona sucked him as she never had before, hotly and swiftly and with real hunger. Fierce pleasure burned through his loins, and suddenly he was getting hard, monstrously hard.
"AWWW, JESUS, " he whined. "That's so GOOD, baby...."
Rona gagged as his cock suddenly lurched into a giant erection. She hadn't been prepared for such a sudden hardening, and her mouth was stuffed before she could react. His giant girth stretched her lips painfully. The heavy weight of his nine-incher forced her tongue down flat. The hard thick head of his prick shot right back into her throat, almost choking her. Once her panic had passed, however, she was pleased. She'd really done her job.
Gasping, Rona let his spit-soaked fully erect prick slide out of her mouth. It popped up to hug his belly, gleaming and swollen and ready. "My goodness," she said breathlessly, "you almost choked me."
Kurt grinned. "I didn't expect that, either," he said. "You got me pretty worked up. I enjoyed everything you did, Rona. Will you do it some more?"
Rona grinned wickedly at him, then suddenly dipped her gleaming head between his legs. She pushed him back on the bed, opened his legs, aggressively giving him head. Kurt yelped with delight and surprise when he felt her tongue playing roughly, naughtily, on his sensitive hairy nut-sac. She was licking the whole surface clean, just as she'd done with his cock.
Rona liked the spongy warm texture of his half-limp testicles. She licked the flopping bags greedily, snaking her tongue into the tight steamy crannies between his balls and thighs. She tunneled under the warm bouncing globes to the blank space behind, and in a sudden lusty urge she ran her tongue right back to the bumpy pungent mouth of his anus. Finding the puckered mouth, she -rimmed it with the mischievous point of her tongue. Kurt gasped. He was obviously aroused by her tongue-lashing of his anus.
Rona wanted to please him, to arouse him thoroughly. She dug the tiny tip of her tongue into the clenched mouth of his asshole, trying to penetrate him. Kurt opened his sphincter muscles, welcoming her naughty invasion, and Rona wormed her stiff wet tongue inside. She found his asshole very tight but slick. She -rimmed just inside the muscular mouth, swishing her tongue around and around the silky flesh of his rectum. Kurt groaned loudly. She felt his stiff penis lurch up against her face, drooling cock-juice on her forehead. Yes, he liked this very much.
"Awww, Christ, YEAH," Kurt whined. "Eat me, baby, lick my asshole ... SUCK IT! YEAH! YEAH! OHHHH!!!"
Rona's wicked tongue was snaking deeper and deeper into his rectum, and the pleasure was devastating. Kurt had never had a woman do that to him before, although he'd always wanted it. Her fiery wet tongue stuffed his bumhole as far as she could stretch, and his cock responded by wagging crazily and drooling great streams of juice. Rona's busy tongue jerked and reamed in his aroused asshole, and he floated off on a tide of dizzy bliss.
He was so blinded by the stunning pleasure of having his asshole tongued that he didn't see the bedroom door slowly and silently opening. Rona didn't notice it, either, for her face was buried in his crotch.
Naturally the twins hadn't gone to bed. They knew damned well that if Daddy sent them away, something exciting must be going to happen, something he didn't want them to see. Of course they had to see it.
Jon and Joy waited in the shadows at the end of the hall till Kurt and Rona wandered sleepy and naked into the master bedroom. Then the mischievous twins hurried to the door and listened. They heard Daddy ask to make love again, heard his ecstatic moans and sighs as Miss Carter did something to him. He muttered something about her licking his cock, eating his asshole. This sounded too good to miss. The twins took a chance, opened the door, and snuck into the bedroom.
They were in luck. The small lamp lit only the bed, leaving the rest of the room in shadows. Daddy had his eyes closed in the intensity of his bliss, and Miss Carter had her face buried in his crotch. The twins were able to get to within a few feet of the bed, where they crouched behind a big overstuffed chair and peered out to watch the adults.
They were astonished to see Miss Carter sticking her tongue right up Daddy's shithole. They'd never heard of such a thing before, and it sure didn't seem like anything their prim puritanical teacher would do. Nevertheless she seemed to really dig it. She was reaming and licking his pungent asshole like it tasted great. Daddy was really getting off on it, too. He was grinning like crazy, red-faced and panting, and his huge prick was lurching wildly and drooling long streams of juice.
"Shit, YEAH," he whined, "I love that, baby ... Lick my asshole, Rona ... EAT IT!!!"
Joy and Jon leaned so far forward to watch that the chair suddenly tipped over with a thunderous crash.
Kurt leaped straight up in bed, and Rona whipped her brown-stained tongue out of his asshole and gawked at the overturned chair. There stood Joy and Jon, naked and sheepish.
"Jesus Christ," said Kurt, "can't we get ANY privacy? I told you kids to go to bed."
The twins hung their heads. "Gee, Dad," said Jon, "we're sorry. But we just had to see what was going on. We weren't sleepy. We wanted to learn some more."
"Yeah, Daddy," Joy said coaxingly. "You were gonna give us lessons, remember? But you never showed us THAT-I mean, what Miss Carter was doing."
Rona blushed hotly. They'd seen that, too-her busy, greedy tongue stuck clear up their father's rectum. How was she ever going to face those kids in class?
Kurt sighed and studied his attractive twin son and daughter. He knew they were mischievous and full of curiosity, that they wouldn't quit spying on him and Rona till they'd learned everything. Why fight it? Why not let them join the fun?
" All right, damn it, he said, grinning. "Hop in."
The twins squealed with glee and jumped up onto the big bed with the adults. Jon eagerly eyed Rona's lush mature body. He snuggled up close to her, slipped his arms around her, and began playing with her mountainous hot breasts. Each one was bigger than his head, and the horny teenager delighted in cupping the overflowing fistfuls of creamy flesh. He kissed and licked and tongued the silky boobs, sighing happily.
Rona was blushing, but she didn't move away. "I guess you finally got your wish, didn't you, Jon?" she said drily.
He grinned at her. They were both remembering the hours he'd spent in class gawking at her huge pointed tits. Jon then did something he'd fantasized for months. He popped his wet mouth onto one of her big light brown nipples and began to suck it wetly, loudly, like a hungry puppy.
Rona blushed even deeper, but she didn't push the boy away. It felt fantastically good to have her nipple sucked. She felt a hot burst of cream from her pussy wetting the sheet beneath her. Why resist, why protest? The kids knew everything about her already. She might as well just relax and enjoy.
Meanwhile Joy had snuggled up to her father, slipped her little hot hand into his lap, and started tickling his cock and balls. Kurt didn't think it was right, but what the hell could he do? He'd invited her and Jon to come play in the bed, and he couldn't deny her the fun everyone else was having. As long as he didn't ball her, it really couldn't be called incest, he decided. Her little hand sure felt good on his aroused cock, too. Kurt sighed and grinned. What the hell ... a little fun wouldn't hurt anybody. He intended to stop Joy before things got too serious.
Joy had other intentions. She intended to play with Daddy's super-big peter till he got so excited that he just had to fuck her. This time he wouldn't ball Miss Carter instead. She and Jon had worked out a plan. Jon was to keep their teacher occupied so Daddy would have to ball Joy. She was determined to find out how that giant prick of his would feel in her greedy little pussy.
Daddy's stiff-standing cock was drooling a steady stream of juice, and Joy rubbed her hand over it, using it to lubricate her swift pumping. She curled her little fingers tighter around his thick hard shaft and pumped it faster and faster. Daddy's face was getting very red, and he was grinning like crazy. Presently he reached out and started to play with Joy's tiny pointed tits. That felt really nice.
Kurt asked himself what the hell he was doing, cupping and squeezing his own thirteen-year-old daughter's boobs. Rona had once called him a pervert, and maybe he was. He knew he longed to make love to his own kid. Her body was so young and tiny, so childish yet enticing. He could well imagine how wonderfully tight her cunt would be. Damn it all, if only he could fuck her ... but his conscience just wouldn't permit it. He was a pretty liberated guy, open to all kinds of sexual experiments, but he'd never ball his own kid.
Rona, too, was surprised at her lewd thoughts. Jon's hot wet nipple-sucking was getting her violently horny, and the more horny she got, the more wicked things she wanted to do. Finally she decided not to resist her dark urges. She could worry tomorrow, but tonight she might as well take advantage of this fantastic situation. After years of horny loneliness, she could have all the sex she wanted.
"Wait, Jon," she said breathlessly. "Let me do something to you, too."
Jon drew his mouth off her big brown nipple with a wet pop. Miss Carter leered at him, then crouched over his lap. He shivered with delight as he felt his teacher pick up his rigid little prick and pop it into her mouth. Man, oh, man, he'd never expected this. In all his horny fantasies about his teacher, he'd never dreamed she'd blow him. She was doing it, though, sucking his aroused peter all the way into her hot wet mouth, right down to his swollen nuts. She sucked him furiously, like she was starved for his meat.
"Oh, wow, yesss," Jon whimpered. "Suck my cock, Miss Carter ... It feels great...."
It felt great to Rona, too. Jon's half-grown prick didn't choke her like Kurt's mammoth dong. It was just right for sucking. She could take all of it in her mouth comfortably, even swish her tongue around it as she greedily and loudly sucked him. His little peter lurched and twitched with excitement, and presently it started dribbling its juice onto her tongue. He tasted delicious to her, and she hungrily swallowed every drop.
As Rona sucked loudly on Jon's straining little prick, she looked out of the comer of her eye and noticed Kurt's huge reddish penis standing up in his lap. Joy was swiftly pumping it, but Rona didn't notice. All she saw was another thick piece of tasty cock-meat. If one cock was fun to suck, what about two?
Joy was outraged when Miss Carter suddenly seized Daddy's cock right out of her hand. The older woman popped the fat straining prick into her mouth, stuffed it in beside Jon's, and started sucking them both at once. That was just too much. Why did old Carter get to have all the fun? Couldn't she even leave one cock for Joy?
Rona's lips were grotesquely stretched as she hungrily sucked two cocks at once, Kurt's thick giant and Jon's slim poker. She tasted both their dribbling juices, rubbed both their rigid rods side by side in her saliva-soaked mouth. She gurgled blissfully, oblivious of anything but her enormous mouthful of prick. She didn't notice that poor little Joy had burst into tears of jealousy and anger.
Kurt noticed, though. He was dizzy with the excitement of having his prick sucked in this bizarre way, rubbing hotly and stiffly right alongside his son's, but his eyes were open, and he saw his freckle-faced daughter beginning to cry.
"Hey, Joy, sweetheart," he said anxiously, "what's the matter?"
Everybody looked up at Joy, who was weeping angrily. "What's the matter?" she said hotly. "I'll tell you what's the matter. Everybody has fun but me. Miss Carter gets to play with both of you. It's just not fair."
"Aw, come on, Joy," said Jon. "You had your turn when we balled in the living room. You-" He stopped and clapped his hand over his mouth. Damn it all, he'd given away the secret.
Kurt stared at him, horrified.
"Jon," he said hoarsely, "are you telling me that you fucked your own sister?"