Chapter 1
"Eat me!" cried the slender woman. Her jet-black cunt fur was matted and dripping with saliva and fragrant pussy sauces. Her long slim hands stroked feverishly at the head between her pale thighs. "Eat my pussy all up!"
Lewd slurping noises filled the air of the room. The naked man kneeling in front of the couch was lapping at the wide-open cunt. His tongue was sweet delight as it ran over the frilly pink fringes of the woman's pussy lips. It worked over the outside of the dainty cunt lips, between them and the doughy, hairy rolls of the outer lips, then parted them teasingly and dipped into the oily well of her cunt gash.
"Ahhh!" gasped the woman in reflexive response to the sudden surge of pleasure seething up from her pussy. "Oh yes! Your tongue feels so nice up my pussy!"
Idly, she thought about her children. Rob, the older of the two, would be at his after-school job in a local printer's shop. But Julie, her fifteen-year-old daughter-she generally hung around with her teenaged friends when Walter Williams Jr. Memorial High School let out in the afternoon-but, what if she decided, just this afternoon, to come home early? What if she stumbled on her mother, her elegant, reserved mother, sitting on the living-room sofa with her legs up in the air and her smartly fashionable shift up around her hips to bare her greedy cunt to the avid sucking of her husband's business partner?
It would look like betrayal to Julie. Her father was still hospitalized from the terrible car accident he'd suffered months ago. She was young and intolerant. She'd never understand that her mother was not only every bit as lovely at thirty-four as she'd ever been, but every bit as horny too. Marge Sanders wasn't the type to live like a nun.
Ben Sanders had been in the hospital for seven months now. Marge had learned to cope with running the household by herself, with being both father and mother to the children, with taking over as much as possible her husband's responsibilities at his real-estate firm. But she could not cope with being without sex! Don Weber, half owner of the company, was attractive, charming-and available.
And now he was slurping down a steady torrent of the delicious sauces of Marge's hot cunt. He was naked, and his cock stuck out quivering from his crotch like a flagpole in the wind. No, Marge thought, Julie would never understand. But somehow, the thought that her daughter might stumble on the illicit pussy-eating turned her on all the more.
"God, that's nice, big boy," she gasped. Don was fucking her pussy with his stiffened tongue as though it were a prick. Raven hair cascaded down the front of Marge's shift as she lowered her head to watch him devouring her cunt.
Her luminous blue eyes fixed on his prick. What a cock! It was nowhere near as thick as Ben's, but it was a good ten inches of throbbing, rock-hard cock-meat. The very sight of it made her mouth water.
"C'mon up here," she said huskily, tugging at Don's hair. "Let me return the favor-I want to suck on that fantastic cock of yours!"
Don grinned up at her. His mouth was shiny with her pussy sauces. "Sure thing," he said, getting to his feet. Marge hoisted herself to her knees on the couch and skinned her shift off over her head as Don lay down at her side. Her tits, full and heavy despite her slender build, were encased in a sexy black lace bra.
She swung her leg over the man's upturned face. Her pink-lipped pussy smiled moistly down at him. A hot blast of the aroma of aroused and dripping cunt hit Don full in the face. His nostrils distended as he drank in the sweet pussy-smell.
Tantalizingly, Marge's pussy hung above Don's face as the woman reached behind herself to undo her bra. Don reached up and cupped a creamy ass cheek with his hand. He stroked her ass crack with his thumb. Then he slid it down and slipped it into her cunt.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Marge sighed. A stream of hot cunt honey flooded over Don's hand. Her fingers worked the catch of her bra, and her tits bounced free as she threw the bra carelessly across the room. Her nipples were pink fingers in pale areolas, scarcely darker than the satiny skin of Marge's boobs.
Don's lengthy cock gave a jerk of excitement. "Wow!" Marge exclaimed. She ran her tongue over her lips. Then she let her body fall forward.
Like a pink-petalled flower, her pussy blossomed above Don's face. Pussy oil glittered in the slash of her cunt. He stuck his thumb deeper in the twat and lifted his head, mouth open.
An animal moan of pleasure escaped Marge's lips as Don planted a juicy kiss on her cunt. Her boobs were pressed against his belly. Her nipples seemed to be drilling into him. Marge could feel the heat of Don's prick washing over her cheek.
She wrapped her hand around his prick. A thrill of ecstasy ran up her spine as Don groaned into her pussy. She could feel his pulse pounding in the stiff cock. She bent the prick toward her face and clamped her lips on it sideways.
Fervent hands clawed at the flesh of her ass. Don's face was buried in Marge's cunt. His jaws worked furiously as he assailed her cunt with lips and tongue. The greedily gobbling mouth whipped the black-haired woman's pussy-oils to a froth that filled his mouth with rich flavor.
Marge ran her mouth up and down Don's cock. Her whole body tingled with delight. Her pussy was being eaten expertly and her mouth was full of cock-how could things be better?
At times like this she could forget her troubles. Forget Ben, lying in that hospital bed. Forget her children.
She nibbled her way up the steel-hard cock.
When she got to the joining of cock-shaft and cock-head, she nipped gently at the ultra-sensitive underside of Don's cock. His body clenched like a fist. Marge ran her hand down to cup his balls. She could feel his load of jism simmering within. In a little while he would come. She would taste the hot-salty-sweet rush of come, and for a few moments she would be in paradise.
Don's tongue rasped over her clit. Marge gave a little involuntary jerk. God, that was nice! She moved her head. Her lips flowed like warm molasses up over Don's cock, covering its wedge-shaped tip with pleasure. Her mouth was watering avidly now. Her saliva seemed to boil around the man's big prick as she slowly took it into her mouth.
The sound of Marge's eager cock-sucking blended with the sound of Don's gobbling her dripping cunt. Her satiny skin rustled against Don's chest and stomach as she shifted, making small mindless movements as pleasure took control of her being. All that existed for Marge Sanders was the cock throbbing entering her mouth, and the tongue torturing her blood-engorged clit.
She didn't hear the back door open. Nor the whisper of sneakers on the kitchen tile. Nor did she hear the barely muffled gasp as her fifteen-year-old daughter stopped dead in the doorway, a look of horror on her pretty face.
With her best friend, Cindy Taylor, out of town with the Drama Club, Julie had decided to come home earlier than usual. Propelling her lightweight foreign ten-speed as rapidly as the tanned, strong young legs flashing below her short skirt could work, she had sailed right past Don Weber's flashy Porsche parked well up the block.
As usual, she steered her bike up the driveway and around to the back of the spacious ranch-style house. Chaining the green ten-speed to one of the uprights holding up the roof of the porch and smoothing her dark-brown hair out of her eyes, she went into the kitchen through the back door. She kept on going, right through the kitchen to the living room.
She was halfway through the door when she realized somebody was in the living room. Then she saw what was happening, and she went weak in the knees.
Her mother was naked, her milk-white skin gleaming in the afternoon sunlight. Her long black hair was streaming over the crotch of a man lying beneath her, and the man was as naked as she.
Then a movement of her mother's head caused the thick curtain of black hair to part before the woman's face. Julie had to grind her knuckles into her mouth to keep from gasping.
Her mother had the naked man's stiff cock in her mouth and was sucking on it noisily!
Suddenly, Julie realized that the man had his head lifted to press his face between her mother's thighs. The moist noises issuing from Marge's crotch told Julie what was happening. The man was licking her mother's cunt.
Nausea stirred the depths of Julie's stomach. She'd heard the girls talking about things like this in the lockers at school. They called it sixty-nine. It had always sounded unnatural and disgusting to the innocent girl. The strong smell of her own pussy made her wonder how any man could enjoy having his face shoved right into the depths of a rank cunt bush. And how could a woman bring herself to take a man's prick in her mouth?
Her mother didn't seem to be having any trouble. As a matter of fact, Julie's mom was squirming and writhing atop the unidentified man as if in the grip of unbearable pleasure!
And in fact, Marge Sanders was. Don Weber had his mouth pressed between her dainty pussy lips and was sending his tongue spiralling inwards to explore the inmost recesses of her cunt. At the same time, the man's half-swallowed cock seemed to glow in her throat as her tongue twined like a serpent around it. The taste of aroused male prick filled her mouth. Her eyes were closed with joy.
Unseen in the doorway, Julie had to prop herself up on the doorjamb. Her knee joints had turned to water. Her heart was going a million miles an hour.
All of a sudden, Julie was young again-five years old, teetering tearfully down a midnight hall to tell her mommy about the nightmare she'd just had. The door of her parents' bedroom was ajar, and she pushed it noiselessly open.
Her mother and father were awake. They were lying on top of the sheets, and they seemed to be playing horsy. At least, that was what it looked like to little Julie. Except, when she played horsy with her daddy, her daddy crawled around the floor on all fours whinnying. Not lying on his back, making soft groaning noises, the way he was now. A shaft of moonlight streaming in the open window made her mother's bare skin seem to glow with a light of its own as she rode the big man who was Julie's father.
Julie wondered why Mommy and Daddy were playing horsy, stark naked, in the middle of the night. And what was that thing sticking up from Daddy's crotch? It looked like a big, hairy log. Then Julie realized it was actually going up into her mother's tummy, into the dark-furred tangle between her thighs. Her mother's buttocks churned as they slid up and down the fat pole. Wetness glistened on it, and Julie could hear the sucking sound as Mommy moved her body up and down.
Passionately, Marge ran her fingers through her dark hair. She was fucking herself into delirium on her husband's giant stiff cock. Even after years of marriage, and frequent, enthusiastic fucking, Ben Sanders' enormous prick stretched the elastic walls of Marge's pussy almost to the point of pain. It was filling her up-that cock was driving her crazy-she was about to come .. .
And then a small cool hand was laid on her thigh. She yelped, and she and Ben stared at the small figure, white-faced in the moonlight.
"Mommy?" a small voice asked. "Can I play too?"
But that time was different from this. Julie had been too young then to understand what was going on. She had been told gently but firmly not to march unannounced into her parents' room like that, then she had been tucked into bed. In fact, she had forgotten it completely-till this minute.
Now Julie understood what she was watching. But she did not understand the odd tingling sensation in the pit of her stomach.
"Mmmmm-mmm!" Marge murmured ecstatically. She had raised her head till only the tip of the spit-glossed prick remained trapped between her lips. It seemed to balloon inside her mouth as she sucked it. Her tongue played incessantly over its surface.
Don Weber was getting ready to come off like nobody's business. His partner's beautiful wife was sucking his cock with all the expertise of a true master. And her luscious pussy was the sweetest thing he'd ever put his mouth to. Adding to the excitement was the fact that this was Marge Sanders, the aloof, the unattainable. He'd lusted after her for years. But never in his wildest dreams had he imagined he would actually one day be lying on a couch in her living room with his cock in her face and his tongue delving in her pussy, while she moaned and groaned and wiggled with pleasure. Nor had he imagined how fantastic it would be!
A strong smell reached Julie's nostrils. She recognized the tang of aroused pussy. She was standing not far from the couch-she could almost reach out and touch the top of her mother's head as she lay on her belly sucking that long slim cock. Was she smelling the aroma of her mom's oozing pussy?
No. With a shock, Julie realized it was her own cunt she smelled.
Hesitantly, she lifted her hand. It slid up under the hem of her skirt. She extended a finger, touched the panty-covered hem of her cunt.
It was hot.
It was damp.
She was confused.
What was going on?
Her mother in the living room, engaging in unnatural acts with a stranger-while her father was in the hospital, lying on the brink of death. She should be disgusted, horrified, appalled.
And instead she was getting horny.
Marge Sanders' cheeks hollowed as she sucked cock with all her might. Then they bulged as the cock drove in between them. It went through her mouth, down her throat, pulsing with life and lust. Long as it was, she took it in like a sword-swallower, not gagging, not pausing till her nose was firmly pressed into the crinkly hair at the base of the prick. Then she raised her head again, her lips closed to a tight, sucking "O" of flesh.
Don muttered something muffled by his mouthful of her cunt. He chewed greedily at the sweet flaps of flesh surrounding the woman's brimming pussy hole. Then he fastened his lips around her clit and started sucking, hard.
By the way the nude pair on the couch began to thrash and jerk, Julie knew they were about to come. Hardly realizing that she did so, she touched her pussy mound again.
It felt good.
It felt like nothing Julie had ever felt before. She had never let a boy touch her there-there, or on her budding, conical young tits. She had never touched herself there before-not . . . that way. She whimpered softly and closed her hand over the swell of her twat.
The pressure made her feel delicious all over. Was this what her mother was feeling? Was this what was causing her whole body to vibrate like a plucked string, was causing her to pump her face up and down that incredibly long prick?
Was it the need for this feeling that was making her mother betray her father like this?
At that minute, Julie knew she needed to feel more of this delightful sensation. She insinuated a finger into the waistband of her panties. It stroked along the slit of her cunt.
She gasped aloud. It was as if a bolt of lightning had hit her. Instantly, her virgin pussy was brimming over with hot, slippery oils.
Julie bit her lip, sure that her mother had heard her. But Marge never interrupted the rhythm of her face-fucking. She was stuffing her mouth full of cock while her clit was being exquisitely flayed, and that was all she was aware of!
The teenager's whole hand was in her pants. She teased apart the lips of her cunt, almost weeping at the pleasure it caused her. Then she stuck a finger into her pussy. The intensity of the sensation made her gasp again. It was incredible!
Tentatively, she thrust the finger deeper. She felt the walls of her pussy stretch-a fantastic feeling. Then her knuckle was pressed into the splayed-open mouth of her cunt. She pulled it out again.
"Ooooooooh God!" she moaned, and began to piston the finger in and out of her pussy as fast as she could. Her head reeled with joy. Her belly seemed to be tying itself in knots-but wonderful, agonizingly delightful knots!
The spit-slick prick in Marge's mouth began to vibrate. The head of the cock pulsed hotly in her throat. Hurriedly she raised her head, still sucking.
The head of Don's prick popped from her mouth. "Jesus!" she yelped. "I'm about to come!"
The cock jerked. A drop of clear pre-seminal fluid bubbled up at its tip. She grabbed the cock with a slender hand and stuffed it into her face.
A blast of boiling come shot clear to her tonsils.
Don Weber's head was trapped in a velvet prison as Marge clamped her legs. His whole body went taut with orgasm. He couldn't breathe-his mouth and nostrils were covered by sopping, slimy cunt-but who cared! He stuck his tongue up Marge's pussy just in time for the first spasm of her climax to clamp her pussy on it like a noose.
Julie finger-fucked herself frantically, eyes glued to the fantastic scene on the living-room couch. What was happening? Her mother and the strange man were grunting like pigs. Half of the stiff prick was inside Marge's mouth, and she slurped hungrily at it.
Then a droplet of something white welled up at a corner of Julie's mother's mouth. It rolled down the already-soaking length of cock in the woman's mouth. Julie recognized it with an almost physical shock from her biology class.
It was sperm!
A hammer blow struck Julie. Her vision swam. Her senses reeled. The finger buried in her cunt seemed crushed by an oily serpent. I'm coming! She thought, as waves of indescribable ecstasy broke over her head.
Dimly, Julie watched the orally fucking pair fuck themselves to completion, riding the crest of their mutual orgasm. More come dribbled from her mother's lips, and the face between Marge's thighs never stopped eating noisily at her pussy. At last Marge lifted her head, cried out, and collapsed onto her side.
Julie's knees gave way. Her climax dissolved like wind-blown mists. The man-the man who had been lapping so greedily at her mother's cunt-whose jism was leaking now from her mother's luscious lips It was her daddy's partner-Don Weber!