Harvey awakened the next morning with his usual hangover. "Goddamn," he said. "Head like a balloon," and stumbled into the toilet to relieve himself.
Virginia lay in bed and watched him through the open door. She wondered what tiara Morrison would do if she ever got a brute of a man like that on top of her. Go ape, probably.
She slipped into a robe and went to the kitchen and had coffee with hint. He looked so different in a suit and a tie, more civilized, less like a gorilla. Harvey finished his coffee and kissed her on the cheek, taking a moment to stare down the front of her gown. She had magnificent tits "Had the screwiest dream last night," he.. "Oh? What was it about?" "Too far out. You'd never believe it," he said, and left for work. Virginia poured herself another cup of coffee and reflected on the day just pest. It was a day like she had never experienced before, a day she wasn't sure she would want to repeat. She felt guilty, yet titillated; ashamed, yet desiring more. She was shocked at her neighbor's behavior. The way Clara had brazenly displayed herself in front of her young son and the nonchalant way she had watched him fondle his cock, not to mention her wanton lust with Jack. It left her puzzled, unsure whether she knew anything at about people.
Rut most of, she was shocked by her own behavior. She knew it was her best time of the month, but that wasn't the reason; she had her hot time every month. She had been pretty drunk, too, but that was no excuse; she got pretty drunk quite often lately. No, it wasn't that simple; it WAS latent desire that had been there all along, building day by day, and yesterday it had exploded.
She went back up to her bedroom and took the pictures out from her dresser drawer. Her body tingled. She wanted to masturbate, make the grand feeling explode in her cunt again, but fought off the urge. She felt very pious as she put the pictures away, imagining herself filled with strength of character or some such thing, knowing deep inside that she was saving it for later. It would be so much better if she let the lust grow a little.
She decided against wearing any underwear and then put on a pair of Ruthie's old jeans, even though they were too small, because they felt so good and snug against her cunt. The coarse material pulled into her lips and rubbed gloriously between her already aroused pussy. Her cunt flared out obscenely against the jeans. She felt wanton and enjoyed it. After cleaning the kitchen and doing the breakfast dishes, Virginia went out to the patio. It was a beautiful day, warm and pleasant; still, she felt tense. Her obsession with the pictures upstairs in her drawer was beginning to annoy her. She went back into the kitchen and had a drink, and when that didn't help, decided to do her shopping, anything to get her mind off sex. She was doing fine until the box boy loaded her groceries and walked along beside her, pushing the cart. She noticed the slight pull on the tendons in his neck and the ripple of the muscles in the backs of his arms. He was such a fine-looking boy, maybe eighteen or nineteen. She kept glancing to the front of his trousers. "Just load them in the back seat," she said, and opened the front door and sat down, her legs out in front of her. She took a cigarette from her purse and spread her legs apart, the deep cleft of her cunt as visible under her skirt as if she were naked. "Do you have a match?" she asked. The boy slammed the back door and turned. He looked first at her crotch and then at the clear outline of her nipples etched in her blouse. He fumbled in one pocket and then the other, the color rising slowly in his cheeks. "Uh.. . no, ma'am," he stammered. "That's all right," she said. "I can use the car lighter." Her eyes moved don to the front of his pants again, and she saw his young cock pressing against his pants leg. The little bastard was getting a hard-on! She leaned back to push in the lighter, watching him from the corner of her eye, her knee coming up to give him a better angle.
He stand openly at her cunt, but when she straightened up again, he turned and fled. She watched him run, the grocery cart bouncing wildly in front. The little coward, she thought, the dirty little coward!
On the drive home, she saw a male dog trying to mount another pooch and pulled to the curb to watch. It was something that two days ago would have disgusted her, but now she was fascinated. She watched the big dog wrap his paws around the other dog's belly, his long, red prick sticking straight out under his belly. She groaned as she saw it sink into the patiently standing female's cunt, and covered her eyes, but only for an instant. The big male jerked wildly, spearing his slippery looking cock in with astounding ferocity. The fuck didn't last long. Virginia wondered if it would hurt for a dog to jam his prick into a woman like that. She bit the end of her tongue, making it bleed, and peeled away from the curb.
When she got home, she removed all her clothing and lay on the bed and masturbated with her collection of pictures. She imagined herself reaching out and opening the box boy's fly. She could almost feel the throbbing veined cock and pursed her lips and roiled her tongue as if she had it in her mouth. Her orgasm was a good one and lasted for a long time.
Harvey came home that evening tired and out of sorts. He grumbled about his feet hurting all through the meal and, after dinner, lay don on the couch with his feet up to watch TV. He killed two six-packs of beer, and went quickly to sleep. Virginia looked distastefully at the fat slob and went to the kitchen and made herself a drink. After two, she took the bottle of vodka and went out to the patio. It was a warm night, and by nine o'clock, she was pleasantly drunk.
She was drunkenly pondering her plight when the yard light flared on in the Morrison back yard. She sat for a while staring at the slits of light piercing through the cracks in the six-foot redwood fence. Finally, her curiosity got the best of her and she went up to the fence and peered through one of the narrow cracks. Her breath caught in her throat. Chuck was standing not two feet from the fence, his cock in his hand. He was pining.
The heat rose in Virginia's cheeks and she pressed her eye to the crack. Then she stiffened; Clara had come out of the house and she was walking towards the unsuspecting boy.
"I've told you a thousand times not to do that in the yard. It kills the them," Clara said.
"Aw, Mom," he answered, but he didn't stop. He sprayed his stream back and forth across the pass, and when he finished, he shook his dick violently and then started a slow push-pull motion, making the slim rod grow in his hand.
"I've told you not to do that, too. Your father would have a fit"
"It's getting hard now, Mom. I don't want to stop," Chuck whined.
To Virginia's astonishment, Clara stepped close to her son and pushed his hand away. "Do you want Mother to do it?" she said.
"Yea," he answered quickly.
"Once you start, you shouldn't stop. It can hurt you, she said, taking his cock-shaft between two ringers. "Now Mother will have to finish it off for you." She slowly peeled the long foreskin back to reveal a glistening, beautifully tapered head. "I'm glad we didn't have you circumcised. It's so much nicer like this." She increased her speed, pulling the skin back and forth over his knob. "Oh, Son," she cried, "you're getting such a good hard-on!"
As Virginia watched, Clara dropped to her knees in front of her son and pushed the foreskin all the way back. She looked up at the grinning boy.
"Should I? Do you want me to?" she asked coyly.
"Sure, Mom. You know I like it best that way." He hunched to her face, his cock going into her open mouth, his hands on his hips. His prick was buried in her mouth.
Virginia couldn't believe her eyes. What Clara Morrison was doing to her own son was unthinkable! It was incest, perverted incest-and it was exciting, terribly exciting. A horrible thought struck her. She'd always wanted a son. Could this be why? She was certain it wasn't.
She looked down at her moving hands. It was almost as if they belonged to someone else as they pushed her panties down. The air escaped from her lungs when her fingers came back up and found her slit. They dug deep, two fingers going into her cunt while the palm of her hand rubbed abrasively.
"Virgie, Virgie, do you realize what you're doing?" she muttered, staring down at the hand between her legs. She realized, and came quickly. "Oh, God, that was good," she sighed, and continued playing with her cunt, though with less urgency.
She looked up again and stared at the mother and son in the next yard, her fingers sending deep, chilling thrills as they worked slowly back and forth between the lips of her cunt.
Chuck stood rigid, his legs bent slightly at the knees, his arms dangling loosely at his hips. Clara sucked feverishly on his distended dong.
"Suck, Mom! Suck my cock!" Chuck gasped loudly. "I'm getting close. I'm going to come. Take me all the way!"
Clara nodded her head and continued to draw on his cock. His legs wobbled, his fingers drew into claws, and a low moan oozed from his lips. Virginia knew he was coming, coming inside his own mother's mouth, and she was swallowing it. She felt weak and leaned heavily against the fence, careful not to lose her peep hole.
Clara drained the boy before releasing his cock from her mouth. She held his shriveling dick tenderly in her hand and looked up into his face.
"There, wasn't that nicer than doing nasty things with the nasty little girls at your school?" she said.
"Yeah, Mom," Chuck said, sounding less than convinced. "But it could be a lot better. If… if I can get it up again, will you let me fuck you?"
"Of course not, Charles, and don't be ugly. How many times have I told you not to use that word in front of your mother?" Clara snapped, and got to her feet.
"You can fuck me, Chuck, you can fuck me," Virginia murmured softly. She drew in her lower lip and bit down hard. The blood tasted salty in her mouth. Sill, she knew if Chuck was here beside her, he could do anything he wanted.
"But Mom, I've never done it, and I need to do it," Chuck whined.
"Don't be so typically male, Charles," Clara Morrison told her son. "Now put it back in your pants. You should be perfectly happy with what I do for you.
"Okay, Mom," Chuck answered sullenly. He stuffed his prick away and zipped up his pants.
Virginia slumped to the pound, the excitement of what she had just seen still pounding at her temples. All of a sudden, watching didn't seem to be enough, and it frightened her. She sat on the damp pound for almost half an hour before rising and putting on her underwear.
Harvey was none the wiser, still sprawled on the couch sawing logs. She looked at the slob for several minutes before going up to the bedroom, where she decided a hot bath would wash away some of the sin and guilt nagging at her brain.
The bath soothed her body, and the heady, drowsy feeling seemed to calm her fears. So she had watched through the fence, so she had pushed her pants down and jacked off… so fucking what? it was Clara Morrison who had sucked off her kid. She felt up her pussy under the hot soapy water, and it felt good. Her cunt opened generously to the touch of her fingers and she was again immersed in lust.
Downstairs, something roused her sleeping husband He sat bolt upright and rubbed at his bulging crotch. His cock was rock-hard; a half-finished dream had left him horny.
"Where the hell is Virginia?" he muttered, looking around the room "She's never close by when I need her, and Jesus Christ, do I ever need her now!"
Harvey forced his bulk from the couch and stumbled up the three. short stairs to the bedroom. Virginia was sitting at her dressing table brushing her nut-brown hair. She was stark naked, her skin damp and glistening.
"I need you, woman," Harvey croaked.
Virginia turned her head and looked at her husband. He had his pants open and his throbbing cock in his hand.
"That's a new twist, wouldn't you say?" she retorted.
"God dammit, Virgie, don't be sarcastic. I hate a fucking sarcastic woman."
"Okay, then,, just what is it that you need me for, Harvey?" she asked.
She stood and faced him, her legs spread apart, her skin pink and alive, and her luxurious cunt hair still damp from the bath. Her round, soft tits swung freely as she swayed back and forth.
"Goddamn, woman, you're magnificent," he snorted, and started peeling off his clothing.
Virginia took a cigarette from the pack on her dressing table and lit it. She sat on the edge of the bed and puffed angrily, the blue haze stinging her eyes. What did she need him for now? she asked herself. Yet she knew she needed something; maybe it was Harvey's immense cock, maybe it wasn't. In spite of falling once. Harvey finally managed to get his clothes oft He stopped over in front of his asked wife and leered. Hewn. the opposite of Virginia who was fair-skinned, light-haired and
Still quite youthful-looking. Harvey was swarthy, badly overweight, and covered with black hair, except on his head where he was nearly bald. He still had one thing that fascinated his wife, though his cock. When hard, his prick was a big around as her wrist, and had a curve that bent up and followed the contour of his protruding belly, a curve that would do a banana proud. If you measured along the curve, he had a solid eight-incher, more than enough to satisfy any cock-hungry woman.
Virginia bad always liked a big cocks at least back in the days when she got it often enough to tell. Now she wasn't so sure that a small, rock-hard, boy's prick wouldn't be even more stimulating. After tasting Harvey's soft peter, she was sure that the latter would be better, even though she had never sucked a hard cock before. And it was inevitable that she would. She knew that now.
"Jesus, baby, I just gotta screw you. I just gotta." he said.
Virginia blew out a cloud of thin, blue smoke and spread her legs wide apart so he could see her puffy slit. Her pussy opened, all wet and pink.
"Why me? And why tonight? You must have plenty going for you elsewhere," she said, taking the grotesque rod jutting from his belly in her band. her breathing was suddenly heavy.
"Because you're the most beautiful creature I have ever seen," he moaned.
"Why so damn seldom, then?" she said.
She jacked him off, making sure the palm of her hand rubbed firmly against the two little hillocks on the bottom side of his cock-head. He'd always liked that.
Harvey Simmas didn't know, and he asked himself now: Why? She was always ready to fuck, always cooperative, and always good-damn good. The only times he really felt satisfied, at peace with the world, was after fucking her, and still he chased other broads. Young broads, old broads, fat broads, skinny broads, even ugly broads, he chased them all. The only other woman that had ever given him any semblance of the peace of mind that Virginia had, ha been built much like Virginia, even resembled her in a way, but she had married some big dude and told him to go peddle his papers.
"Squeeze it hard, baby. Jerk it good," he moaned, closing his eyes,. hunching with the rhythm of her hand. He knew he could hold out for a long time as full of beer as he was.
She pulled him closer by his cock until he was standing between her legs. With her hand all the way around his cock, she let it slide up over the knob and then back down to his balls. "Tell me, Harvey, who's getting the benefit of this big prong now? Anyone I know?"
"You know I don't come home and brag about my conquests."
"You have a couple of times."
"I'm sorry about that, baby. I must have really been drunk," he said.
"You really were. And you told me about your affair with my best friend. At least I thought she was my best friend before that happened. Come on, Harvey, don't go prudish on me now. Who you slamming it to?"
Her hand was milking at him expertly now, the tip of his long prick nudging at the undersides of her tits, smearing its goo each time a drop appeared.
"Christ honey, I shouldn't tell you this, but you asked. All of a sudden I have this yen for young chicks, I mean real young It probably won't last, but right now I do. You may not believe this, but only yesterday I balled a girl who was only eighteen years old. She didn't have a hair on her cunt, not one, but could she ever fuck."
"I believe it, you perverted bastard," Virginia said. That can work two ways, too, buster, she added under her breath.
She looked at the huge cock in her fist, the protruding head beet-red, dark and ugly, the veins standing out purple and horrible. She wondered what Harvey would do if she bent over and took his cock in her mouth. She'd never blown him because he'd never asked. The urge was strong, but what Virginia Simmas really had in mind was something younger, sweeter, a more succulent piece of meat. Now who was perverted?
She bent forward and took the tip of the drooling monster between her lips. Harvey's eyes snapped open at the touch of her wet lips on his prick.
"Oh, Christ, Virgie, you never did that before!" he gasped. "I like it, baby!"
She pushed down until the whole head was inside her mouth. The stuff that was dripping tasted salty, even a little smoky. She let her tongue swab at the gaping pin-hole, the desire to be fucked growing. She let his cock plop from her mouth and lifted her bead.
"Fuck me now, Harvey," she said.
Harvey stared at his wife with astonishment; she'd never said that to him before! It excited him beyond belief. He pushed her back onto the bed and crawled on top of her, all two hundred forty pounds. He mashed his mouth against hers.
God, he was so damn heavy, she thought, and his breath was so foul. She kissed him anyway, hard, while his horse like cock jabbed ineffectively at the entrance to her cunt. She wanted it inside her fuck-hole, not swabbing her thighs and belly.
"You'll never get it in like that. Let me get on top."
Harvey rolled off and lay on his back, his prick jutting up along his huge belly.
Virginia was hot now, and quickly got on top, her hand groping for his cock. She found it and pushed the bulbous head between her hairy cunt-lips. Once she got her slit spread and the head inside, she sat upright, pushing the thick shaft up inside her hungry cunt.
"Oh!" she cried softly. "So good, so fucking good!"
She started coming almost immediately with the fat cock stretching and rubbing inside her cunt. She bounced wildly and almost fainted when she came a second time. It was especially good because she was fantasizing that it was Chuck Morrison's cock in her cunt and not her husband's..
Harvey lurched up against her and she felt his prick start to squirt. It seemed to go on and on, the wet, sticky stuff filling her cunt and sliding down the insides of her thighs. It was a marvelous feeling and she started to come again.
"Oh, my God! Jesus Christ, you big fucker!" she screamed almost incoherently. "Fuck me, Chuck! I want your cock spilling inside me so bad! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuckkk meeee!!"
Harvey Simmas crawled from the bed and rubbed his bloodshot eyes. Lousy fucking beer, he thought, it always gave him a hangover the next day. He looked at his profile in the mirror and decided he. had to take off the gut. Big, powerful men always turned to lard if they didn't watch it. An hour in the gym every day would do the trick. He would start today.
He thought of his new secretary and his cock gave a jerk. He looked at his cock in the mirror as it rose up under his immense belly. It was big, just like the rest of him. He looked at his sleeping wife lying there naked, and stroked his prick to complete erection. She was still the best lay he'd ever had, and last night… God, last night! He'd never seen her so wantonly eager for a fuck. Then he thought of his secretary again.
She was barely eighteen, long-legged with high, pointy tits, and her belly was flat and hard. She wore scandalously short skirts, often no panties, and never a brassiere. She was a show-off, a flirt, and a tease. Only yesterday, she had opened her legs and let him see her hairy pussy, and only her second week on the job. When he left the office, he leaned over and kissed her on the mouth, letting his hand go under her skirt; her cunt was open and wet and her hand came to his crotch to squeeze his prick. She let out a little moan then, and he'd have stayed, but her boy friend was already waiting for her, and besides, he had an appointment with a eighteen-year-old girl and her mother. He'd fucked them both on the same bed.
Harvey decided not to waken his wife, just go on down to the office. Today was the day he was going to plow that eighteen-year-old furrow. Maybe he'd wait until quitting time and fuck her on his desk while her boy friend waited in the outer office. And then maybe he couldn't wait that long. Virginia awakened an hour later. Her cunt was a little sore, but then it always was after Harvey fucked her. Perhaps if he did it more often…
After a quick, hot shower, she slipped a robe over her still damp body and went to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. She read the morning paper, drank three cups of coffee, and smoked half a dozen cigarettes before deciding to get dressed. A loud crash in their garage brought her out of her chair. She went quickly to the door and timidly peered out. Harvey's car was gone, of course hers was still there. She saw nothing else until Joe, the trash boy, came out from behind the car and looked at her sheepishly.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Simmas. I dropped the trash can and it spilled all over the floor. I'll clean it up."
Virginia looked at the mess on the floor in front of her car. She felt irritation at the clumsy boy as she watched him bend over and scoop the debris back into the can. He was from the other side of town, the poor side, and he was less than neatly dressed. He had an old pick-up truck and collected trash to earn extra money. The city was presently on a bare-bones budget and had ceased public trash collection.
"It's all right, Joe," she said, unable to hide the distaste in her voice.
"Gee, I hope I didn't wake you up," he said.
"No, you didn't."
"I thought maybe I did. You look like you just got out of bed." He had a fresh smile on his lips, like he knew something he wasn't supposed to know.
"Well, I haven't been up long," she said, brushing at her hair, a blush coloring her cheeks.
He really was rather cute, black curly hair, white perfect teeth, a deep cleft in his chin, and his clothing was just tattered, not dirty. Looking at the handsome boy, she remembered a tale one of her neighbors had told her about him. Helen, the neighbor, had invited him in for a cold drink and he had helped himself to a beer, not soda. She'd heard a few rumors about Helen, too, and wondered if the boy had helped himself to anything else.
"Its hot out today. Would you like to come in and have a cold beer?" Virginia asked.
"Gee, Mrs. Simmas, that would be great," he answered.
"Call me Virgie," she said, pushing The screen door open.
Joe was a well-built boy with sharp, chiseled features and the graceful movements of the athlete. She thought of her own daughter, and wondered how Ruthie was enjoying her fist year in college. it didn't seem possible that she could have a nineteen-year-old daughter. The last twenty years had just drifted away, been wasted. It was stupid to get married and have a child right out of high school before you even had a chance to see what life was all about.
Joe interrupted her thoughts. "Nice layout you got here, Virgie. Where's the beer?"
He is a fresh little bastard, Virginia thought, and pointed to the refrigerator.
He jerked open the fridge and popped a can of Harvey's beer. "You want one, Virgie?" he said over his shoulder.
Virginia hated beer "Yes, please," she said. He popped another and came over and handed it to her. She took it, her hand trembling.
"How old are you, Joe?" she asked. "Nineteen. Just go my driver's license a couple of months ago."
"You've been picking up our trash for four or five months," she said.
"So I cheated a few months," he said, draining the can and clunking it loudly on the table.
"You drink awfully fast, Joe. Do you want another?"
Joe got up and went to the refrigerator without answering and opened two more. Virginia bravely poured down her beer and took the second from his hand.
After finishing her third, the most she had ever been able to get down in one sitting, she giggled. "I can't hold it like you, Joe. I have to go pee." She squirmed on her seat, the need very strong, and felt light-headed and free, free to do anything she pleased.
She missed the quick glint in Joe's eyes when she said the word "pee". He knew that really nice ladies, at least well-bred nice ladies, didn't say words like "pee in front of young boys they barely knew. He took his hand and bent his growing cock down his pants leg.
When Virginia returned, she felt wonderful, a little giddy, and extremely sexy. It gave, her a delicious thrill to know that she was naked under her robe and drinking beer with a handsome teenager. When she sat down, her robe parted to each side of her thighs, exposing over half her legs.
"Let's have one more beer, Joe, and then you'd better get on with your route or you'll be all day," she said. She flipped a cigarette from the half-empty pack lying on the table and lit up. The blue smoke curled wickedly from her flaring nostrils. "I wouldn't want you to be late getting done because of
"Don't sweat it, Virgie. I start early. You're my next to last stop," he said from the fridge. The hollow pop of two more beers sounded.
Virginia felt the dull throb of growing excitement in her cunt and crossed her legs, exposing bare flesh almost to her crotch. She took the beer from his hand and tipped it quickly to her lips.
Joe looked hungrily at the gaping front of her robe and took a slug from his beer, then sat in the chair beside her. His hand fell across his lap. To hide a hard-on, perhaps, Virginia thought, the juices in her cunt starting to flow. The boy leaned forward, glancing again down the deep cleft between her titties, and took one of her cigarettes.
"You're too young to be smoking, Joe," Virginia chided.
"Nah" he said, "I'm not too young for anything."
"Not for anything?"
"Not for anything."
She let her eyes go big like a little girl does when she's amazed, and blushed. It was a new game for her, a very exciting game.
"What do you do with all your money,, Joe?" she asked.
Joe finished his beer and dented the can with his thumbs, then bent it double with one hand and threw it clattering across the table.
"I spend it all on naughty girls," he said.
"You're a fresh little bastard," Virginia said.
"Well, you shouldn't lead me on, lady," he said. lifting his hand from the front of his pants. There was a nice big cock-bulge there. "Your robe's coming open, Virgie," he smirked.
"Why shouldn't I lead you on, Joe?" she said, ignoring her robe.
"Because I might try something that you couldn't stop."
"Maybe I want you to try something, and maybe I wouldn't try to stop you, Joe."
"I ain't no snot-nosed kid, Virgie," Joe snorted, rubbing obscenely at his crotch.
"Jesus, I certainly hope not," she said, getting to her feet and slowly parting the top of her robe, her large tits spilling out "I'm glad you don't have to rush off, Joe," she said, sitting on his lap. Their lips met, first softly, then with heat and pressure.
Joe was not a timid boy; his hand covered her naked tits. "God, Virgie, I've wanted to play with your tits ever since the first time I picked up your garbage.
"Have you really?"
"Yes, really."
"Well, play with them. Do anything you want."
He pushed the robe off her shoulders. She shook her arms free and let it. fall to her waist. Both her nipples had turned a deep crimson and stood out hard against his palms. He lowered his face and closed his lips over one of the hard little knobs.
"Ooh, honey, honey, that feels good," Virginia moaned. "Take me up to the bedroom and put me on the bed."
With surprising ease, Joe stood up, lifting the woman with him. He carried her through the living room and up the three short stain to the bedroom. Her robe had fallen to the floor somewhere around the second stair step, leaving her naked in his arms.
She slid from his arms onto the bed, her legs falling open. She reached up to grasp the lump in his pants. His cock was hard, very hard.
"God, Joe, you really have a hard-on," she hissed, her fingers fumbling at his zipper. She let out a little gurgle when her hand was inside his pants. She was really going to do it at last, really going to let this boy fuck her-and she could hardly wait!
The boy stood grinning while she fondled his dick inside his pants. She let her fingers circle his cock, a little surprised at his girth Of course his prick wasn't huge like Harvey's, but still surprisingly large for a young boy. She pulled the rod from his pants, her fingers tightly clamped to his shaft. Slowly she slid the foreskin down off the shining head.
"Goddamn, I can't believe it!" Joe gasped.
"You'd better believe it, Joe," Virginia said, vigorously jacking the length of his shaft. "It's your big chance, Joe. I'm available. Oh, Jesus, am I ever available!"
He looked at her fat tits, the nipples cherry-red and swollen hard, at her legs spread open, and at cunt, the thick, wet lips almost hidden by a wealth of soft brown hair.
"Can I kiss your pussy, Virgie?" he cried.
Virginia felt an instant of shock, Harvey had never made any attempt to kiss her cunt. It seemed wild, perverted; yet, all of a sudden she wanted her cunt kissed
"You can do anything you want, Joe," she said. "Anything!"
Joe dropped to his knees between her outstretched legs, pulling his cock from her hand. Her first thought was that she wanted it back, wanted it desperately, it felt so hot and alive and good in her hand. Her second thought was muddled by his hot breath against the insides of her thighs.
He started by lifting her leg and kissing behind her knee, and then repeating the action,with her other leg. He trailed his mouth up the underside of her thigh until her leg pointed straight up in the air an she fell backwards. The sparks jumped inside her brain. She jerked in anticipation when he reached the swell of her ass and let his wet mouth kiss softly along the ridge until he was between her legs, his tongue. dipping into the little hollow between her leg and her pussy. She reached out and twisted her finger in his hair.
"Ooooh, Joe, I like that," she murmured softly, closing her eyes. "God, yes! Don't stop, Joe, don't stop!" Virginia cried. "Don't ever stop!"
Joe moved up her belly and circled the fringe of hair, kissing lightly, then down into the soft fuzz. He sucked at her beaver while Virginia lifted her hips from the bed. She was gasping with desire when he finally moved his mouth back over her cunt and let his tongue snake out and slide back and forth inside her slick gash.
"Oh, Joe, Joe, do it! Eat me, please eat me!" she wailed, thrusting her cunt against his face.
He diddled at her clit with his tongue and she convulsed wildly. He moved down and plunged his tongue deep in her gash, sliding it inside her cunt-hole. He went back again to her ditty until it was completely agitated, then pressed his open mouth over her cunt and started tonguing, his upper lip bumping roughly over her clit.
"Joe, Joe… Joe!" she screamed. "Tongue fuck me faster! Faster! I'm going to come! Yes, yes, yes…I'm going to come! Oh, Jesus, you little bastard, I'm coming! I'm coming!" She convulsed wildly, her body jerking as heat through her, and finally she lay limp, moaning softly. She raised his face from her pussy, a look of smug self-confidence on his face.
"Well, how did you like it, baby?" he said.
"I loved it, Joe! You're no amateur, are you? You've done that before, haven't you?"
"Yeah, lots of times," he said. "I like doing it, especially for an appreciative broad."
"Well, I'm sure as hell an appreciative broad, Joe."
"You sure as hell are, baby. And you got one sweet-tasting pussy, too. Your cunt was made for mackin', lady."
Virginia felt wonderful. He went so well with the warm, exquisite glow that still throbbed softly in her cunt. Her lust was as strong as it had been before she came, and she knew she would do it, had to do it, wanted to do it. She was going to suck his cock. and let me see if you're made for
"Stand up sucking, too, Joe. Let's see how sweet your prick tastes," she said.
"God, lady, it's one big stick of candy. And it's just waitin' for you to suck it," he said, getting to his feet.
"Step back so loan sit on the floor in front of you. I can get at it better that way?" She already had a firm grip on his cock. It was still hard, throbbing against her palm.
Joe stepped back from the bed and stood with his hands on his hips. Virginia slid to the floor in front of hint She held his cock in both hands and looked up at the grinning boy.
"Talk to me while I suck your cock, Joe. Tell me about your other girl," she said, leaning forward to kiss the end of his prick. A large drop of clear ooze hung from the hole and she cleared it away with her tongue, the taste of salt strong and exciting to her senses.
"Me there's other women in the neighborhood who let you fuck them? Tell me all about your sex life, Joe."
With her mouth half-open, she pressed it over his cock until she had the bulbous head inside. She was really sucking her first cock, and the taste was marvelous, salty and male, even a Utile sour with sweat, yet delicious. She worked his shaft with her fist until more ooze bubbled from the end of his cock. Wetting it liberally with spit, she sucked it away and swallowed.
"Well, my first conquest was my sister," Joe said, half closing his eyes with pleasure. "Suck it slow, baby, real slow… Actually, it wasn't a conquest, on my part, at least. She's three years older than me and no virgin. I gotta admit she's a little loose… you know, easy."
"Mmmmmmm," Virginia mumbled, her eyes rolling up to look at him. She let more of his cock slide into her mouth.
"We 'were home alone. My old man was working the night shift and the old lady was out, probably gettin' humped in a back seat somewhere. Anyway, Betty that's my sister-was runnin' around the house in nothin' but her underwear, and she is really built. Her boob is fat and bouncy and all but jumpin' out of her goddamn bra and I could see the hair through her pants. She was teaks' me and all of a sudden we got to foolin' around and without my even knowin' it, she got her goddamn panties off and had my pecker out and we was cc the floor fuckin' like a couple a minks. Boy, Betty can really fuck."
Joe stopped talking for a minute to concentrate on pushing his cock in and out of her mouth. "Slide your tongue back and forth under the knob, Virgie. I really dig that. Betty does that to me." He let out a groan and grabbed Virginia by the hair. "Not too much, baby, or I'll come like a fucking freight train."
Joe held her firmly by her hair and pushed his cock all the way in her mouth. Virginia gagged and he drew his dick out, then shoved back in. The saliva ran from the corners of her mouth.
"Betty taught me how to eat pussy, too. She really gets it on with that, goes nuts. I'm pretty sure she sells her ass, too, cause she's always got lots of bread and she sure don't do no work. She'd put out for free if she couldn't see! it, though, 'cause Betty likes her fucking.
"An' you ain't alone, Virgie. There's a couple of other babes in this neighborhood who dig young cock, too. Mrs. Bergen over on Eighth and Sally Clausen, but they ain't as sharp as you, or built like you. You got great tits, Virgie."
Virginia knew them both. They were both younger than she.
"I eat Sally out now and then, she's got a pretty nice pussy, but I only fuck old lady Bergen. She just ain't the eatin' type-too sloppy. She's a good fuck, though, really goes wild, an' she even likes it in the ass now and then."
Virginia tensed at the mention of ass-fucking. It seemed such a perverse thing, yet it sounded exciting. She let her tongue ride over the top of his knob, then slipped it to the underside and gently stroker! Her hand moved down his shaft until she was cupping his balls. They felt so cool. Next, she moved back inside his pants with her hand, her fingers tracing the cleft in his buttocks. She parted the cleft and found his asshole.
"Christ, Virgie, you're gonna make me come!" he squealed. Joe lunged in and out, holding her head with both hands. "I'm gettin' close, baby! So fuckin' close! I'm gonna come in your mouth! Suck, lady, suck! Drink my cum!"
She felt a terrific thrill start in her bowels and shuddered. He was going to come in her mouth, splash that sticky stuff onto her tongue. She was going to come again and she hadn't even touched her cunt; she was going to come just from sucking this boy's cock! Her finger probed at the boy's bung and popped inside. Joe went rigid as her ringer went deep in his asshole.
She felt its warmth on her tongue first, then the slick wetness as his first spurt of jizz spread inside her mouth. She swallowed. The second gob squirted clear to the back of her mouth and she started coming herself. She was too excited to even taste his stuff; she only knew she loved it, loved the hat on her tongue, loved the feel of the slippery, slimey sliding down her throat. She had a boy's cock in her mouth and that was all that mattered. And he was pumping his seed down her throat, holding her cruelly by the hair while he fucked her face. He could even pies right now, this very moment, and she wouldn't care.
"Suck it dry, Virgie! Suck my cock, dry!" Joe yelped.
Virgie sucked him dry. She wished she had removed his clothing so she could hold him close and feel his nakedness. She didn't want to let him go, ever. The desire to feel him, to touch him all over was overpowering. She had never had an orgasm quite like the one she just experienced, and having the boy's prick in her mouth had been the sole reason. She wanted to keep it there forever, even though she could feel its hardness slowly dwindling away.
Joe stepped back, puffing his dick from her mouth. "That's it for today, baby. Joe has had it," he said. He gave his cock a couple of obscene pulls and winked at her. "You're a great cock-sucker, lady. Next week I'll see how you fuck."
Virginia sat on her haunches and watched him tuck his cock away.
"No, don't go," she said very softly, "I want you to fuck me now."
Her orgasm had subsided to a dull ache, yet she felt a yearning for more. She could feel the harsh burning in her throat, the almost tasteless fire of his spurting jizz.
Joe hadn't even heard her and zipped up his dirty jeans. "That was neat. Mrs. S. Next week I'll fuck ya," he said, and then he was gone.
Virginia remained seated on the floor, thinking about what she had just done, trying to make some small sense out of the whole thing. It was strange, but she didn't feel any guilt, none at all. What bothered her most was how quick it had been, just a fleeting moment and then it was over. Her appetite was not satisfied.
After several minutes of reflection, she got to her feet; she WS still a little giddy from the beer and she had to pee. She decided to hold the pee, it felt kind of good, and pulled on a pair of panties. Quickly deciding against wearing a dress, she went down to the liquor cabinet. She liked the feel of her big tits swinging free for a change, and cupped them in her hands, her thumbs rubbing at the ripe nipples.
She sunk heavily into an easy chair and sipped at her drink. The strong Scotch and water had her tight in minutes. Her mind wandered back to sex, and, opening her legs wide, she slid her hand down inside her panties. The crotch was already wet.
She brought herself to a crashing come wondering what it would be like to fuck a younger, less experienced boy. Her belly heaved and she gasped for breath while her fingers went wild between the thick, wet lips of her cunt. A thought struck her and she started to pee: Chuck Morrison, the boy next door, was younger,
She leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes. She was coming hard, and she continued peeing, wetting herself liberally, and her hand still busy in her excited gash.