Chapter 8
Marc was quite content with the pussy he was getting. For over a month (it turned out to be five weeks) while his parents were away, he had a wonderful time screwing Louise. Their sexual activities weren't confined to the bedroom at night either. He threw a fuck into her as soon as he got home from the office, before they sat down to supper. And he never got out of bed in the morning until after they had fucked for an hour or more.
During those five weeks, he was away from the office a lot and he spent that time with her. He took her places and they did fun things together. He made her feel she was being courted all over again.
They went on several picnics and he fucked her in a field, in the long grass by a gently flowing stream, with birds singing in the trees overhead.
They went to the city where they dined in fine restaurants and they took in the theatre and fucked in a luxurious hotel. Small wonder she didn't want to go back to Fred when Carla and her husband returned.
She stayed a few more days, visiting with her friends and then went back home, to make up with Fred after their heated argument, which was the reason she packed up and came to stay here.
The first time he and Joyce got together again, she said, "You are really terrible. You did exactly what I thought you would do. You slept with that woman while your father and mother were away."
Instead of telling her he didn't he said, "How do you know I did?"
"Women just know these things," she replied. "I can look at a woman and tell if she's getting laid. She just didn't look like she'd gone a whole five weeks without her pussy being looked after. She looked like she'd had all the cock a woman could wish for, which I'm sure is what she got."
"That's marvelous, that you can tell things like that. That's a real gift."
"Well, anyway, I'm relieved that she didn't get upset when you made a play for her," she said, her scolding over with. "Does she suspect anything...about you and me?"
He grinned at her. "She more than suspects, Joyce. She knows. She's a smart lady, too, just like you. We were in bed one night, fooling around and teasing each other, and she told me she knew I was screwing a neighborhood wife. I asked her how she knew that and she said that any guy who got so much enjoyment out of sleeping with women and fucking, wouldn't pass up a chance to make it with his own lovely neighbor, when the husband wasn't around."
Joyce groaned. "I hope she can keep her mouth shut."
"She will," he assured her. "And she hopes you will too. She said you would soon figure out we were sleeping together and fucking during the five weeks my folks were away."
With Louise gone, Marc soon returned to his regular schedule. Every morning after her husband had left the house, Marc crawled into bed with his neighbor Joyce and spent an hour or more fucking her.
He was getting so much pussy from her, and from Delia and Judith whenever he felt like a little variety, he didn't mind doing without on Saturday and Sunday when he didn't get any. Except now and then when Joyce's old man spent all day Saturday golfing with his buddies. When that happened, as soon as the old man's car pulled out of the driveway, he and Joyce hurried up to her bedroom, took off their clothes and got into bed. Then while the old guy spent all day on the golf course, Marc spent the day keeping his wife in a state of ecstasy. He made love to her like it was the most natural thing in the world for a guy to fuck his neighbor's wife.
If what he was doing was sinful and wicked, Joyce and Delia were no better. They constantly assured themselves it was all right for a woman to show a lover how much they loved him.
Joyce took him to bed with her, felt a sense of joy as he climbed on top of her, and cried out with delight when she had his prick buried deep in her cunthole.
No, he had no need for more pussy. Yet some amorous female was always offering him hers.
Chasing after cunt had never been one of his strong points, because he'd never had to do it. Of all the girls he knew, aged 18 to 20, most of them never hesitated to climb all over him whenever they got the chance, which considerably annoyed their fianc's or steady boyfriends.
That often caused a hassle and he much preferred to burn up his energy fucking, rather than fighting. So he was more inclined to accept the pussy of an attractive married woman when she offered it to him. Of the women in the neighborhood, there was always at least one who was using various clever little ways to let him know her cunt was available to him. She also made certain her husband, neighbors and friends never found out he was sneaking into her home.
So he was seldom in any danger of coming up against an outraged husband. Fucking a married woman seemed safer than screwing a single girl and finding himself the target of a jealous boyfriend or fianc', or an irate father who didn't take kindly to him screwing his daughter.
But nevertheless, single pussy was always coming his way and Marc never passed up any of it.
One day he had a business meeting at the college and when he came out, he met one of the students, Helga, Ilsa Browning's 20 year old daughter.
"What do you hear from your mother?" he asked.
She gave him a knowing smile. "Plenty. She writes me twice a week. You must have really shown her a good time during the two weeks she was here, because she still thinks about you. She mentions you in every one of her letters."
The chatted for a while and then he said, "how about you ducking out on all your ardent admirers and spend some time with me?"
"I see. If you can't have Mom anymore, try to make do with the daughter, eh?"
"Now wait a minute-"
She laughed. "Don't get upset. I'm only kidding. But you are asking me for a date, aren't you?"
"Yes, a weekend date," he replied. "My folks are going away for the weekend and I'll have the house all to myself. I figure you and I could have a wonderful time together. Being alone in the house all weekend, just the two of us, we could get to know each other well."
"You mean intimately?"
"Yes. Very intimately."
"like you knew Mom intimately during the two weeks she was alone with you in that house?"
"Well, we did become friends. We were very close."
"I can believe that. You two were probably so close there wasn't even a nightie between you and her."
"So how about it? Getting away from your dorm room for a weekend will be a pleasant change," he told her.
"It sure will," she agreed. "I'll have to think up something to tell my sister. If she knows I'm spending the weekend at your house, she'll want to come too. God, Tris really has the hots for you."
"She has? That's good to know," he said, grinning.
"Yeah. I shouldn't have told you that. You'll probably get into her panties now, as quick as you did Mom's."
"You won't have to worry about me getting into your sister's panties if I'm busy getting into yours."
"Is that what your game plan is?"
"Well, I have to make you feel wanted and appreciated," he explained. "If I don't make a try for your pussy, you'll think there's something wrong with you."
"Sure, but the thing is, my folks trust me."
"Glad to hear it," he said. "Can you trust yourself?"
"Probably not," she admitted. "Not with my sister ready to jump you if I don't."
"You aren't afraid to spend a weekend with me, are you?"
"No, besides, I would like to live a little."
"You'll do a lot of living at my place this weekend," he promised.
"Okay. I'll be there," she agreed. "It sounds like it will be fun."
"Life is what you make it," he said. "Ask your mother."
At nine o'clock Saturday morning, he watched his parents' car pull out of the driveway and five minutes after that the phone rang.
"Is the coast clear?" Helga asked.
He laughed. "Your timing is great. The folks just left and I'm alone here. So get your sweet little ass over here, so I can give it a good feel."
"How do you get away with talking like that?" she asked. "A girl would have to be out of her mind to go to your place after you've said a thing like that. You're telling her flat out what she's in for, if she does."
"Okay," he said agreeably. "How about hurrying over here so we can sit on the couch and do some innocent smooching? I want to spend the day telling you how sweet and gorgeous you are, and kiss you until you swoon."
"Now that's more like it," she told him. "A girl can go for that and still kid herself that it's all going to be innocent and harmless. And after awhile, if we kinda get carried away and you start feeling my ass, well, that's just something we didn't anticipate."
"You're staying the night with me, aren't you?"
"You better believe I am. When will your folks be back?"
"Monday, around noon."
"Then I'll spend Sunday night with you, too."
"Do you want me to call for you?"
"No. It's just a ten minute walk to your place from the campus. I'm slipping out of here with just an overnight bag. I don't want everyone here knowing I'm going to spend the weekend with you."
"Does your sister know?"
"Oh sure. She said to tell you that if you know what's good for you, you'll give her equal time some other weekend. If not, she's going to raise hell."
"Tell her I promise," he said with a pleased grin.
Ten minutes later there was a knock on the front door and he hurried to answer it. It was Helga, carrying her overnight bag. He led her in and closed the door behind her. It locked automatically.
"You look great, Helga," he told her. "That's a pretty dress you're wearing."
"I chose one that I hoped would get you turned on to my equipment," she said with a giggle.
"You're a bad girl," he told her.
"Not yet I'm not. But I'm sure I will be after a weekend here with you."
"Is that what you're hoping for?"
"I'll be disappointed if it doesn't turn out that way."
"Helga, the last thing I'd ever do is disappoint you."
"Good," she teased. "You didn't disappoint my mother, so I'm sure you won't disappoint me either."
He led her over to the couch and they sat down. Then she snuggled up to him. It wasn't long until her hand was on the big bulge in the front of his pants. Her fingers touched his zipper.
"What are you going to do?" he asked.
"I want to see it," she told him.
"You want to take it out?"
"Yes."
"Then go ahead. Do it," he invited. She undid his zipper and as she hauled out his big solid boner, she was shocked at how long it was.
"Good grief, you must have frightened Mom half to death when you showed her this."
"She was a little nervous about it at first," he admitted. "But she got over it. After two weeks of having it in her pussy day and night, she didn't want to leave it and go back home."
"I probably won't want to leave it after this weekend," she said. "Even if I'm not sure I can handle one this huge. God, I had no idea a guy could be hung like this. The guys I've known don't even come close."
"You mean I won't be breaking in a virgin this weekend?" he teased.
She looked at him for a moment. "I'm 20 years old," she reminded him. "Show me a 20-year-old girl who's still a virgin and I'll show you a liar or a nun."
"How did you lose it?" he asked.
"You really want to know that?" She giggled as she played with his prick.
"Sure. I'd really like to hear about it," he assured her. "You tell me how you lost yours and I'll tell you about my first time. It'll be a fun way to get to know more about each other."
While he was talking, he got her dress unzipped down the back and her bra unfastened. Slowly he eased the garments down around her waist, exposing her luscious pair of full, round, pillowy tits. While she held onto his prick, he fondled her velvety soft mounds of tittie flesh. They hugged and kissed and soon were into some hot and passionate necking. It wasn't long until she was hot and excited enough to tell him what he wanted to know.
"A friend of my parents came to stay with us for a couple of weeks," she explained. "He was about 40 and real good-looking. I had the hots for him. When no one was around, he and I talked about sex. He asked me if I still had my cherry and I told him I did. He said that when my mother still had hers, she was hot to find out what it was like to be fucked and she let him break her cherry."
'That's interesting," he said.
That shocked me at first, hearing that Mom had let this guy, a friend of my dad's actually, fuck her," she said. "But it got me all hot and horny too. I wondered what it would be like for him to fuck me too. Then I asked him if he'd break me in, like he had Mom years before. There was no one but us in the house, so we went up to my room and took off our clothes. We got onto the bed together and did some petting, just like you and I are doing now. Then he climbed over me, eased his hard cock into my pussy and I was in ecstasy-all afternoon."
"Wow! That's an exciting story," he told her.
"He fucked me every day after that," she said. Then on the fourth day, my sister walked in on us. And from then on, he was fucking both Tris and me."
"He sure had a good thing going," he said.
There's more," she said. "One day while Dad was at the office, Tris and I were both out somewhere. I came back home sooner than I was expected, and where do you think Uncle Walter was? He was in Mom's bedroom with Mom. Both of them were naked and she was sprawled out on the bed with him on top of her. Uncle Walter was fucking her for all he was worth and Mom was moaning and giggling like she was getting the best fucking a woman could ever wish for. After all those years they were still enjoying their fucking whenever they got a chance."
While he had been listening to her story, his hand found it's way under her dress, worked it's way inside her panties and came to rest on her cunt. He had a finger in her pussy-hole and she was wriggling around like she had an itch where she couldn't scratch.
It didn't take them long to get out of their clothes. Then they snuggled up in each other's arms again. After several hot passionate kisses, she said, "Now, you."
"Now me, what?"
"Tell me how you got your first pussy."
"There was this good-looking, 39-year-old married woman who lived a few doors over from us," he explained. "She was a good friend of Mom's and she liked me a lot. I passed her place every day on my way home."
"You made it with an older married woman?" she asked.
"Yeah. She was out there one day, looking at her flowers and she gave me a warm, loving smile, which made me stop and talk to her," he said. "She led me into the house and we sat together on the couch. I soon figured out that she was feeling hot and horny, and realized she was coming on to me. She started hugging and kissing me, and I really liked that.' "I'll bet," Helga giggled.
"She asked me if I'd had a woman yet and I had to admit I hadn't," he went on. "She said that it was a crying shame, because a strong, healthy, rugged young man like me needed a woman. She said other guys my age were screwing girls and having a wonderful time. Then she asked me if I'd like to fuck her and find out how good it could be. I told her I wanted that more than anything in the world."
"I'm sure you did," Helga said.
"She took me upstairs and we took off our clothes," he said. "God, when I saw her naked, I got so hot and excited, I thought I'd cum right then and there. That's what she thought too, I guess; that if we started doing it, I wouldn't last two seconds. She had to calm me down a bit. The next thing I knew, she was on her knees in front of me and she had my prick in her mouth."
"Oh, wow!" Helga gasped.
"She didn't get much of a chance to suck on it," he told her. "In a matter of seconds, my hot load was gushing down her throat. She swallowed it all and went on sucking, until she felt sure my cock was going to stay up. Then she got onto the bed, lay on her back and spread her legs. As I climbed over her, she took my cock and stuffed it in her cunthole. I pushed and I went right up in there. God, that was really something. I lay there on top of her for two hours, fucking her."
"You really lucked out, didn't you?" Helga exclaimed.
"Finally, she told me I had to stop. She said I had to put my clothes on and get out of there before her husband got home from the office. Then she told me to come by her place the next day. She said the door would be unlocked and I was to come right on in and lock the door behind me. She'd be ready and waiting."
"How long did that go on?" Helga asked.
"Every afternoon for about a year," he replied. Then her mother came to live with her and I didn't get much chance to fuck her after that. But we still fuck now and then, when we get the chance."
He had his hand on her cunt, fingering her pussy-hole, and Helga was so hotly aroused she couldn't keep her ass still. She pressed her mouth onto his in a hot French kiss that went on and on. When their lips finally parted, he kissed and licked his way to her swaying boobs and started sucking on the nipples. That, along with his finger in her twat was too much for her. She let out a blissful cry and climaxed.
When she had at last caught her breath, she said, "Let's take our clothes off. I want you to see me naked."
"I want that too, Helga," he said, starting to strip.
She took everything off and the sight of her naked body sent thrilling sensations all through him. He stared at her cunt, which didn't have a hair on it.
"I wondered why I didn't feel any pussy hair when I had my hand inside your panties," he told her.
She laughed. "Last night, just for kicks, a friend and I shaved each other's cunt."
"What a refreshing sight," he exclaimed. "I love a bare cunt. You can see what you're eating."
"I like your sense of humor. Anyway, we thought it was a nice idea. We enjoyed doing it."
"I'll bet you did," he said, grinning at her. "Is that all you two did, just shave each other's twat?"
"You mean, did we do anything naughty?" she replied. "Well, I suppose people would say that what we did wasn't very nice. But we don't see it that way. If I enjoy kissing, licking and sucking my friend's cunt, it's no one's business but hers and mine. And I don't see any harm in her eating my pussy, or sucking on my nips. We just like to have fun when we're alone together."
"I don't see anything wrong with two good friends eating each other," he told her. "And there's nothing wrong with a friends fucking either."
"You're very sweet and understanding," she told him. "God, most guys, after they'd heard what I've told you, would freak right out."
She pranced around naked in front of him, which got him so steamed up, his long stiff prick was quivering. Seeing that sent sensuous lustful thrills all through her.
"Oh Helga, baby, you look so good. I'm going to shoot a wad, just looking at you," he told her.
"Oh don't do that," she said. "I mean, don't waste it, just firing it across the living room. I can think of more fun things to do than me cleaning up your cummy mess off your mother's carpeting."
"Okay. What do you suggest?"
"Well, let me have it. I want it."
"Baby, you're going to get it. You don't need to worry about that. By the time this weekend is over, you'll be filled with it, right up to your eyeballs. I'm going to pump it into all your holes."
"All my holes?"
"Well, maybe not your nose or in your ass. But you know what I mean."
"I'm afraid I do," she told him. "Maybe I should have brought my sister with me after all. She could take some of the pressure off roe. I'm not sure I can wear you out all by myself. Not in one weekend anyway. I'll have to have more time than that."
"Too late to worry about that now," he said, grinning at her. "Anyway, she wouldn't be any help. She'd only make things complicated. If she looks as hot and sexy as you do, dancing around in front of me, she'd only stir me up more than I am already."
"You're right," she agreed. "Besides, if my mother was able to bring that monstrous prick under control, then I can too. I just wish I had two weeks to work on it, like she had. But I'll do the best I can in two days and two nights."
That's the spirit," he said with growing lust and excitement. "You look every bit as good as your mother, and I have a feeling that once I have my prick buried in your hot pussy, I won't miss her as much as I have been."
She laughed. "Who do you think you're kidding? You most-likely haven't had time to miss her. I'll bet she hadn't even got back home yet, before you were screwing some other married woman around here."
While he sat there on the couch with his legs apart and his pecker sticking straight up, she dropped to her knees in front of him. Her fingers entwined about the sturdy shaft and she began stroking it. At the same time, her other hand grasped his balls and played with them.
"That's it, baby," he gasped. "Play with it. Oh, I like the way you fondle my balls."
It was obvious to him she was no stranger to what she was doing. She was stunned by the size of his prick, but she wasn't afraid of it. She gazed at it like she wanted to make it an important part of her life.
Just when he was sure she was going to start sucking on his cock, she moved her face right past it and began kissing and licking his balls.
"Oh, Helga, you'll really make me cum if you do that," he warned.
That didn't seem to worry her. She took her own sweet time giving his balls a good going over and when she finally finished with them, she kissed and licked her way up from them, all the way to the head of his prick. Then she slipped her mouth over the swollen knob, just as he shot off his load. She swallowed frantically at first, as though for a moment she wasn't sure she could handle his gushing stream. Then she was in control of the situation and she went on sucking him off, until he let loose with another spurting charge. Still she continued to suck and the more she did it, the more erotic pleasure she brought to him.
"Oh baby, you're just like your mother," he groaned in breathless ecstasy. "Can you ever suck cock!"
"How many times did Mom suck you off that first time?" she asked.
"Not as much as she could have," he panted. "She would have kept at it forever, but I pulled her off of it, so I could eat her pussy."
She thought that was a great idea. She got to her feet and seated herself beside him, her legs spread.
"Okay then. Your turn. Do me."
He got onto his knees between her lovely thighs and thrust his face into her crotch. His mouth came to rest on her closely shaved twat and he covered it with loving kisses and erotic licks.
"Oh Marc!" she shrieked. "Oh that feels wonderful!"
Flinging her legs into the air, she brought them to rest over his shoulders, her heels on his back. She grabbed hold of his head, her fingers tangling in his hair, and she pulled him tighter to her snatch. He kissed, licked and sucked, and soon her pussy started to spasm. The delicious sensations that were sweeping through her now made her delirious with lust and passion.
"Oh wow! You really know how to eat pussy! No wonder Mom hated to leave you and go back home."
He flicked his tongue back and forth over her swollen clitoris and that really set her off. She wriggled her ass like mad. He grabbed a hold of both cheeks of her rear end and tried to hold her steady. Then he went on kissing, licking and sucking. He had her trembling like a leaf in a high wind. She climaxed again, and again after that. Her warm juices wet his face and chin, but it didn't stop him. He didn't even slow down. By the time he had her popping off every few minutes she was pushing at his head, feebly trying to get his licking, sucking mouth away from her cunt.
"Please, Marc," she panted. "Let me catch my breath!"
He raised his head, licked his lips and smiled at her.
"You aren't ready to quit already, are you?" he asked. "When your mother was staying here, she could sit here and take it while I ate her cunt for over an hour at a time."
"She really liked it, huh?" she panted.
"Did she ever. I ate her cunt in the morning, afternoon, and evening, and throughout the night when I wasn't fucking her. And still she was eager for more. She loved having my head between her legs."
"Well I love it too," she insisted. "But you're spoiling me for making it with anyone else. If I lose you, I'll never find a guy who loves eating cunt as much as you do."
"You don't have to worry about that for a while," he told her. "You still have one year of college before you go back home. In the meantime, you keep this sweet-tasting cunt smoothly shaved like it is now and my mouth will never be far away from it."
"Is that a promise?" she asked.
"You can bet your ass on it and never be afraid of losing it," he told her. "Which reminds me, speaking of your ass, much as your mother loved having me eat her pussy, what really set her off was when I licked her asshole. Turn around and shove your ass into my face. I'll show you why your mother loved it so much when I kissed and licked all over and around her bumhole."
She wasn't about to pass up anything that sounded that sinful and delightful. She quickly turned around. Kneeling on the couch, she stuck her ass out and shoved it back at him. He thrust his face into the valley between her ass cheeks and, the next thing she knew, she felt him kiss her tender pucker.
"Marc!" she shrieked. "Oh wow! Mom let you do that?"