Chapter 4
"Aaahhhhh, Missy, you have no idea how good a cock feels stuffed down your throat.
Especially one the size of this one. My mouth had formed around the pole I drew it in and out of my mouth.
Each time I pierced the gap.
His cock head lodged itself firmly down my throat with each stroke of my bobbing head. I made sure it did. My lips charged back and forth kissing his hairs. My bottom lip touched his massive sac of balls. I tweaked them in my fingers and played with them individually. The sac was drenched with my spit.
Each time my throat accepted the bulbous tip my head jerked forward. And when it dislodged my head jerked forward. All the while my mouth kept sucking.
Deep throating was an exercise enough to inflame any man. It is particularly pleasurable when the pole that is sucked is a big size. One's mouth is completely stuffed.
It is the simplest and fastest way to draw out a man's come. I've seen mother perform it countless numbers of times. And so have I, as a matter-of-fact.
But never with a cock of this dimension or proportion. I savored every inch of that snake, working the tool in and out of my mouth with wet, drawing motions.
It had a succulent and sweet taste. It burned hotly inside my cheeks and flushed my face. As I sucked it into me it felt like I was swallowing a red-hot sword.
My tongue worked feverishly on the-sensitive underbelly. It flicked all over it and made sure that there was an ample supply of saliva to grease the entry.
I literally engulfed his cock in my mouth with every stroke. My head became a vessel whose opening fitted perfectly the grand protuberance that sheathed it.
When I buried his cock down my throat, not an inch of it was in view and his wet balls dangled against my chin. My hands clutched his ass and pulled him into me. deep down my throat to see how far down I could get it, to be completely immersed in cock.
Then I moaned and hummed on the staff to send delectable vibrations pulsing through the boy by way of his cock. The action inflamed him, and his pole lurched.
Throbbing hotly as it was, I felt the snake stiffen in my mouth and experience a succession of spasms. I stopped lapping, for I did not want him to come.
I was determined to eat his come, yes, but not until I had enjoyed the full flavor of his cock. My throat had become used to the invasion and formed around his dick.
It was the best time during a deep throat. It felt like your mouth had become a cunt, and it actually made you pulse with an orgasm. My head began to tingle.
Then a wave of passion rushed down my spine and lodged itself in my clit. My cunt started to burn in passion and I raced my hands between my legs.
My mouth firmly engulfed his cock and dew on it. Both my hands played with my hot cunt through the panties and stroked the wet lips while fingering the clit.
His balls leaked with my spit. I swayed on my haunches with his cock in my mouth and vigorously strummed myself. I heard good old Kenny begin to moan.
I rushed a hand inside my panties and scratched my clit hard. A few snaps and I was off on a rolling spasm that soon seethed to boiling and I came.
It was a luxurious and velvety type of feeling. My lust-crazed green eyes rolled in their sockets and my sucking mouth froze on his dick. For an instant, I was paralyzed.
My bones vibrated and my limbs spasmed. My body convulsed and my cunt lips twitched as the charge went through me-plugged up as I was with his cock deep in my mouth.
When my orgasm passed I quickly pulled his tool out of my roost before he too came. The fun was just starting. The morning was almost over and I hadn't done a lick of work.
This was surely the best job mom had ever gotten. Wait until she found out about the size of the boy's cock. I knew her. She was a lusty sort of gal.
She'd never be able to resist his charming member once she had heard about. And then when she saw it she would go absolutely bonkers. That was the part I wanted to see.
But right now the young stud was all mine and I was determined to savor the moment. A new twist was added to the proceedings. Randy entered her room.
Kenny's eyes were bugging out of his head. He obviously discerned something in her appearance that was invisible to me. He watched her intently, my hand on his cock.
Randy began to undress. I heard Kenny begin to moan. I wasn't even stroking his prick. He was getting himself off just on his sister undressing.
We saw her take of her dress and then her bra and panties. She stood straight up and ran her hands all over her curves. When she came to her tits, she cupped them.
I guess you really couldn't call them tits. They were more like meaty nubs. Though Randy had been endowed with a big set of nipples. They were really very large.
In fact, it was hard to see where the circumference of the aureole ended and the meat of her little tit began. As she played with them they began to rise up.
I didn't take Randy for a pretty girl at first. She had much to pug a face in my estimation, just like her mother, though her mother looked even cheaper.
I was very struck my the fine red line of the lips of her gaping cunt. It budded open as she fondled her tits, tweaking her thumbs and forefingers on the nipples.
I was amazed at how hard she pulled at those large nubs. She clutched them very hard in her fingers and pinched them as they bloated from her surging blood.
Her boobs lit up and her cunt flowered exactly at the same time. As she mauled her breasts with her clutching paws, her clit dangled out from red wet lips.
I took to nibbling and licking Kenny's bloated pecker and rubbing it against my face cheeks while out of the corners of my eyes I kept a watch on Randy.
We saw her place herself down on the bed on her hands and knees and spread her ass-cheeks with her hands. She writhed her ass from side to side and seemed to get off on the motion.
She looked like a hot little kitten whose tail was raised in animal heat. She looked back at herself to check her writhing form and a sigh escaped from her lips.
She was getting herself all worked up by just moving her arched back and wriggling her ass with the cheeks spread wide. The cool air on her gash excited her.
The way she parted her ass revealed her puckered ass-hole. She snapped her ass-cheeks poked through the pink hole of cunt meat that dripped with her dew.
Her face was beet red. Her panting became more frantic. Her sensitive parts seemed to glow in heat and when she shifted her body I got a look at those nipples.
They were in an intense state of heat. Her passion was at a fever pitch that was clearly indicated by the fiery bloatedness of those shiny red nubs.
They glowed like red lightbulbs. She rubbed them hard against the bed as she bobbed her ass and pelvis in time to her fingers that darted up both of her holes.
Her sight was so lustful that I drew like a maniac on the cock head, pressing it between the roof of my mouth and my curled tongue. But I sucked too hard.
I had forgotten about Kenny totally, except for his cock, and my mouthing brought him over the edge. The stuff stiffened in my jerking paw and exploded.
My sucking lips firmly rimmed the cock head and I took his first two steamy spurts of scum directly into my mouth. I drew hard after each spurt.
I had seen mother perform many scum eating operations and I became well versed at it myself. After each spurt I always saw her suck hard on the cock.
This way, every last fleck of sperm was dislodged from the cock after each palpitation, and even had the effect of making the next spurt more copious.
It was the only way to drain a cock completely of sperm. So often a full heavy gob or so remains lodged in the staff because the cocksucker was lazy.
But following mother's example, I could drain a cock of every last bit of sperm with my drawing mouth. But I didn't want to eat it all right now.
I merely wanted a taste of things to come. The job had certainly started off on the right foot. I took his cock out of my mouth and aimed it on my tits.
like mother, I liked the feel of hot come splashing onto my big hot boobs. You can still drain a cock of all its elixir if you keep snapping it to wring it out.
I did that with Kenny's cock. As his cock palpitated in my grip, the underbelly spasmed and pumped and afforded me a small length of skin to jerk.
I snapped his pecker fiercely, dumping loads of hot batter onto my flaming tits whose nipples were bloated to bursting. Down below, Randy's moans got louder.
The hand on her cunt tweaked her hot clit with her ring and fore-fingers while the middle finger ran quickly in and out of her dripping pink hole.
Her brown hole was rooted with the middle finger of her other hand. Her ass was raised up in a sensuous curve and her back arched convexly.
Her face was turned to the side and her passion-stricken face was clearly in view. Her mouth was gaping open, her pretty blue eyes stuck up in her head.
As her spasms mounted into orgasm, the expression froze on her face and her loins began to tremble. Every part of her seemed to vibrate-her flesh jiggling.
Juices freely streamed out of her gash and wet her fondling hand. Her ass-hole spasmed around her invading finger, alternately opening and closing at will.
I dumped the last hot spurt of Kenny's come onto my meaty boobs and then put his wet cock head in my mouth. I sucked it between my lips clean as a whistle.
Once more I reveled in the taste of his delectable sperm. It was the scum of a young boy, younger than me even, as was especially sweet and less bitter.
When I finished lapping his deflating pole, eventually capturing it all in my mouth and sliding it out on one big plop, I rubbed his come into my tits.
Mother always did that, that is, when men came on her tits. I think it was one of the reason that her large breasts were still firm and vibrant looking.
Perhaps men's sperm is an excellent body conditioner. I don't rightly know. But I swished his come into the pores of my tits until it was all gone.
I kissed his cock one last time and smiled as I pressed it to my cheek. Then I put it back in his pants, closed his zipper, and patted his cock in place.
My actions were those of the perfect minx for not only had I an excellent teacher in the feminine arts in the model of my mother, I had plenty of practice in the past.
This was the first of many adventures I was to undergo in this maze of a mansion. As time went on the job got easier, and the sex got hotter.
As I had anticipated, it was just a matter of time before Mr. Carter made his first grope. It happened about a week later after my bout with Kenny, and Randy.
I had taken to meeting Kenny at least once a day to give him a quick blowjob. Usually, it was right in the middle of my duties and we sneaked off somewhere.
Kenny had become quite bullish in his demands. He was getting too cocky. I had made things too easy for him and he was beginning to take advantage.
As long as no one was about, he would paw me freely while I was on the job. He had no bones about grabbing my ass, and would even fondle my tits through the uniform.
Mostly, I didn't mind it, and let Kenny have free reign over my body. He was mostly gentle and, besides, I liked him. I wanted that cock to keep coming.
But Mr. Carter was totally something else. That ugly mother was too lewd for my tastes. As it was, mother had her hands full with him. Rather, it was vice-versa.
Mr. Carter had his hands full with mother's flesh. He didn't even mind pawing her while I was present, though he tried to do it covertly, sneak that he was.
While mother was bending over to sweep behind a piece of furniture, he would sneak up behind her and grab her ass when he thought that I wasn't looking.
But I didn't have to look to know what was going on. It was obvious when mother let out a startled squeak. Only with the children present did her resist her.
I know that mother is a vivacious looking woman and that her voluptuous body brings out the beast in men, but Brent Carter was truly a rogue, a veritable cad.
He resisted pawing mom in front of the children, I guess, because he didn't want them to know his real character. Oh how little he really knew.
Out in the middle of nowhere like we were, without any neighbors or other friends, the children and I became instant friends. Even Randy and I.
Mrs. Carter I hardly saw. She was always out shopping. She was in love with clothes and had a million different kinds of garments that were the latest fashion.
She was rarely in the house, and when she was, as far as I could tell, it was only to get dorked by Mr. Carter. I knew this for a fact. I'll tell you how.
As time passed I began to figure out the maze-like structure of the rooms and corridors. With the children as guide, I had learned the whole structure.
They could spy on their parents from just about anywhere in the house, except the bathrooms. Luckily, the Carters fucked a lot, but never in the bathrooms.
There was one bathroom, however, where the children did have a clear view into, from an overhead duct But there was enough fucking go on everywhere else.
Mrs. Carter was quite a hot number. Mr. Carter fucked her in every position imaginable.
I learned a few tricks from them. Ones I could use in the future.
I didn't like the way that he made love to her. She was a pretty woman in her own way. But anyone could tell that her breeding was no better than mine. I don't know where he met her, but Mrs. Carter had never been a high-class debutante. She had a cheap look about her, and boy, could she fuck like hell.
If her and mother ever went to bed together they would burn up the mattress. And if a man had ever been sandwiched between him, I pity his poor cock.
I think I finally saw a woman who was as lustful as my mother. She wasn't as beautiful though. But she could fuck and suck like a professional whore.
Just the right type for the kind of man I had suspected the master of being all along-a horny devil. Wherever he inherited his money from, the estate was doomed.
He was sure to waste his riches on kinky sex and the satisfaction of his perverted habits. I'd have a helluva time keep him off me. I plotted-scheming me!
With the children as my cohorts, I had allies on my side. I had to win over their confidence. It was easy with Kenny. I had fallen in love with him.
Or maybe it was just his cock.
It was great knowing the house just like the back of your hand. It gave me an advantage. It was their house, but my turf. And I had a small army, with a big cannon.
Kenny was my cannoneer.
All I had to do was aim and fire and pick the appropriate target.