The Fildert's began spending more and more time at borne together. Their intense fucking sessions were just too good to be true, and they just couldn't get enough.
Yet the girls were prone to bitching at times because their mother forced them to all the time clean off the furniture and shampoo the rugs when the family wasn't fucking or sucking.
And some of the neighbors were bitching, too – particularly those neighbors who had been privileged to spend time with the sexy twins and the fuck-expert Dave.
Mr. Schultz had lowered his prices at the grocery store, since now he didn't need much extra money to pay off Sandy for her company. But even though Mr. Karp no longer needed extra money to give to Candy, he kept his prices at the gas station high and blamed the whole thing on the Iranian problem.
And while the Fildert's fucked and sucked themselves silly, they lost track of reality. Sure, their love was real and true enough, but with the loss of income that the three kids had been bringing home, life began to get a little tougher.
Roxanne was the first one to feel the pinch. Groceries were getting harder to come by, the kids needed new clothes and cleaning supplies were costing them a fortune. She finally had to lay down a rule and demand that family fucking had to be confined to one of the upstairs bedrooms.
Soon, the thrilling spontaneity that had been such a vibrant element in the family's frantic group sex slowly ebbed away. And it wasn't long before Roxanne began craving something new and different, instead of the same old four-way fuck every day and night with her three frisky children.
Sure, Dave had become one helluva cocksman, and her two girls could drive any woman out of her skin with their tandem cunt sucking expertise – but Roxanne wanted something more dependable, something more substantial and overpowering between her legs than her playful kids. She needed a man's huge hot cock reaming her out until she came in satisfying droves.
So Roxanne decided to get back together with Hal Dackel, the horny, well-hung kennel operator. Out of all the pricks she had licked and sucked and fucked and taken in bet ass since coming to this town, Hal's cock had been the biggest, fattest, most thrilling one in the bunch. He was even a better fucker than Reverend Eugene, she decided, and he was the most responsible for her respect and appreciation of the powers and pleasures that a man's big cock can unleash.
While the Fildert children were at school, Roxanne decided to drive out to the kennels. She wore one of her sexiest outfits, one that revealed her big tits to best advantage. It was difficult for her to drive, wearing such a tiny pair of spike heeled shoes, but she knew it would be worth it.
She took pride in her being able to turn a man on, in being able to reduce a proper gentleman to nothing more than a dynamic, frantically sweating and bucking fuck-machine. Roxanne was well aware that men craved their women to be half-wholesome and half-whore – and she figured that by stacking the odds towards the slut angle she turned things in her favor. Then she could give her man some whorishly wholesome fucking, and prove to him later that she could cook and sew and raise a family.
Leaving the main part of town, headed out to the countryside and the kennels, she began thinking about her family and the deep love they had been cultivating lately, despite the economic problems they had suddenly been revisited with. Sure, they had given her their all, in the bedroom and elsewhere, and Roxanne appreciated how much their love had grown. And she also realized that she was feeling a little guilty now for deserting her kids for awhile. They were stuck in school, thinking their mother was waiting for them at home, ready to dish out some prime pussy for her kids when they got home.
But then Roxanne understood that what she was doing now would be best for her kids in the long run. They really did need a man around the house, as much as they tried to ignore it.
Roxanne smiled and a tear came to her eye when she remembered all the times Dave had pranced around the house, imitating a much older man, waving his hard cock around for auto see, trying desperately to fill the void left in his mother's life by the untimely death of Bill Fildert. She had to admit, she loved her son, body and soul and cock, and she was infinitely grateful for his desire to please her any way he could, but nonetheless, Roxanne craved something more, something extra.
And she hoped Hal Dackel and his punishing cock would do the trick.
Bringing the unwieldy station wagon to a halt in the parking lot of the Kozy Kennels, Roxanne stepped briskly out of the car and made her way to Hal's office. She made a point to wiggle her deliciously wide hips seductively as she strutted along.
The dogs in their cages who noticed Roxanne walking by began barking and yapping at her. Soon, the feisty beasts were leaping against their chain link barriers, rattling the metal fence violently.
Walking inside the little office, Roxanne had to ring the service bell loudly in order to make herself heard above the racket of the noisy canines.
"Is anyone here?" she called out, glancing down at the last second to make sure her cleavage could be seen easily.
"Yeah, uh, I'll… be… right with… you!" Hal called out from the back.
Roxanne was glad to hear his voice. The sound of it stirred up memories of their last hot fuck, and now her pussy began gushing fresh cunt-sauce.
But as the memories became more vivid and her pussy grew hotter and wetter, Roxanne found herself uncomfortably impatient. What the hell was he doing back there? she wondered.
Giving her tit a squeeze, to try and temporarily calm the hot flashes of lust that were zinging through her nipples, Roxanne walked around the service counter and into Hal's office. And what she saw froze her in her tracks.
Hal was on his knees in front of his desk, facing the door. Clothes were strewn about the small room and he was, as far as Roxanne could tell, naked as the day he was born.
But what he clutched so frantically between his legs did not accompany him on his exit from his mother's womb.
The horny kennel operator was doing nothing less than slamming his big cock into a bizarre electric device made out of soft rubber and plastic. The machine was pumping rhythmically on his big prick, sucking and squeezing like a juicy, well trained cunt.
Hal clenched the sides of the weird device with his white-knuckled fists while he thrust his fat cock into the pussy-like slit at the top. He grunted and groaned uncontrollably, putting all his strength into the fucking, his face strained with lustful agony as if he were getting the suck-job of a lifetime.
He couldn't help seeing Roxanne enter the room, and he was ashamed to be seen fucking this sophisticated sex-toy, but he was so close to shooting his cum that he just couldn't stop.
"Ooooooo!" he groaned. "I gotta get it. Get it! Yeaggghhhh!"
As he stepped up the pace of his thrusting motions, Hal strained desperately to reach down and press a red button on the side of the mechanical cunt. As he managed to finally flip the red switch, the strange toy-pussy whirred into high gear, pumping hard and deep on the man's hard cock.
At first, Roxanne acted surprised – almost horrified. But as she realized that her pussy was still gushing hot cream, she understood that her initial horror was just a conditioned reaction. She acted negatively, she knew, because she had been trained by society to believe that fucking a precision-made pussy-robot was somehow dirty and disgusting.
But Hal was squirming and writhing and fucking so intensely, with such a look of all-encompassing pleasure etched into his face that Roxanne knew what he was doing couldn't be wrong. No, nothing that provided one with the utmost in pleasure, without interfering with the rights and the privacy of others could never be wrong, no matter what any crazed politician or law-enforcement official or repressed psychologist might say.
Roxanne's broad experience with cocks and cum told her that Hal was going to bust loose his load any second. And she wanted to be part of his ecstasy. She wanted to share with him her latest revelation. She wanted to join him in unrestrained bliss, taking pleasure together wherever they could find it – and whenever they could get it.
"Oh, I want to fuck!" she cried, ripping off her dress. Kicking her shoes up across Hal's desk, Roxanne then dropped to her knees in front of the big man, attired only in her panties and her bra.
Reaching behind the wildly pulsating little jackoff apparatus, Roxanne slid her hand around until she located Hal's taut ball-sac. Wrapping her fingers around his churning nuts, she squeezed tightly, trying to force his hot jism up into his cockshaft.
"Ooooooo, baby, that feels so good!" he cried, tilting his head back and closing his eyes tight. "Do my asshole, too! Pleeeease!"
With her other hand, Roxanne searched out his sweaty ass-pucker, having a hard time keeping her hand in Hal's ass-crack since he was fucking his hips back and forth so wildly.
But with a little extra effort, Roxanne managed to keep her grip on his balls while jamming a finger deep into Hal's gritty asshole. She maintained this lewd grip between his legs while he rammed harder and faster into the cunt-machine.
As Hal's cum began to boil and bubble, Roxanne could feel the jism start to pump through all his glands and tubes before it jetted straight up his cock-shaft. Then jet after jet of hot spunk shot from the tip of his prick, filling the madly squeezing fake-pussy.
Hal fell back against the desk, exhausted, but his cock was still pumping out gobs of cum. Roxanne pulled back her hands and stared down at the satisfied man as he spewed cum all over his lap.
The little machine was still on and it continued to expand and contract sloppily, wheezing and humming. The rubber cunt slit in the top bubbled with frothy cum and slick Vaseline. To show Hal her appreciation and prove to him that she saw nothing wrong with any kind of sex whatsoever, Roxanne leaned over and tongued the greasy fuck-juices that were dripping all over the machine.
Hal sighed ecstatically, enjoying this lewd spectacle to the limit. "Eat it, Roxanne. Go on and eat that stuff, baby!" he commanded. His voice loud but thick with leftover desire.
In her haste to lick up all Hal's spent cum, Roxanne attacked the little plastic pussy and somehow unplugged the cord. The big-titted woman dropped down and rested on her back, her legs in the air. This position allowed Hal to see both her sweet panty-clad crotch and her rapidly flicking tongue snooping up his jism from the rubber cunt-hole.
"Oh, that tastes so damn good!" Roxanne said, sitting up and licking her lips. "It makes me feel so weird, so free and stuff, you know?"
Hal looked at her and shook his head, wiping rivulets of sweat from his wrinkled forehead.
As Roxanne unhitched her blouse, she said, "But don't you know what I mean? It's like this fucking and sucking is so basic. And honest. I get really tired of people playing games in the bedroom, you know. All those stupid head-games and inferiority problems and all that shit. It just makes me feel good to know that when people like us, who enjoy fucking so much and who practically live to celebrate the feeling of a cock in a cunt, it's nice to know that we can just do any kind of fucking we want. It think it's great!"
Hal looked at her askance and frowned. But before he could shrug his shoulders out of confusion, Roxanne had slipped her panties off and she was pointing her big furry cunt at his face.
Pushing the machine away, Roxanne scooted forward so she was sitting right in front of Hal's cum-drenched cock.
The big man licked his lips at the sight of Roxanne's gaping, dripping cunt. He let her know just how pussy-hungry he was by leaning forward with his tongue flapping out of his mouth madly.
Roxanne peeled back her pussy-lips to allow the horny man full access to her slippery red cunt-gash. Savoring the taste of Hal's cum, she smacked her lips loudly and said, "Oooooo, I want to come so bad. You made me so hot when you were fucking that crazy toy. Oooooo, come on and eat me!"
She dropped back until she was lying flat on the floor, reaching up to fondle her throbbing tits. Hal stretched out so he could comfortably nibble on Roxanne's cunt, gripping her quivering thighs in his rugged hands.
Her pussy was oozing a steady stream of fresh, fragrant cunt-juice and Hal lapped frantically, drinking up as much of the sloppy sauce as he could. His head bobbed up and down as he plowed his tongue through her pussy-furrow, swirling his tongue-tip around her clit at the top of the stroke and poking into her greasy asshole coming back down.
"So gooooood! Yeahhhhhh!" she moaned. "Harder! Deeper! Come onnnnnn!"
Hal reached around so he could grip Roxanne's fleshy asscheeks, and then he pulled his face into her soaked cunt as hard as he could. He drove his tongue into her pussy-hole, scraping as much of her tender cunt-walls as he could. Then he opened his mouth wide and sucked in a quivering mass of thick, bloated pussy-flaps, straining them through his teeth, his nose pressed firmly into her crinkly bush. He inhaled deeply, thrilling to the spicy aroma of mature twat.
Struggling to keep his grip on Roxanne's ass, Hal managed to snake his fingers into her ass-crack where he toyed with the hairs that decorated her steamy crevice. Then he stroked her wrinkled asshole. Roxanne winced and jerked her hips, trying to help him as he prepared to jam both forefingers into her butthole.
"Do it!" she cried. "Rape my ass with your hands! Nowwwwww!"
Hal jammed his fingers in, fiercely, trying to make it painful for Roxanne before he brought her back down into ecstasy. He thrust his fingers in as far as they could go, scraping the buttery sides of her ass-passage agonizingly. Harder and harder her reamed out her ass, grinding into her ass-tunnel while he angrily bit into her pussy.
"More!" she shrieked. "Do it, ahhhhh, do it!" Since she seemed to be enjoying what Hal thought was intense pain, he struggled harder to rip and tear at her pussy and ass-flesh. Grunting ferociously, Hal bit down sharply into a thick slab of juicy pussy-lip. He ground his teeth savagely, almost piercing through her delicate cunt-flesh.
"Ohhhh, God, that feels so fucking good!" she shouted.
With his fingers slashing up and back through Roxanne's asshole, Hal released his grip on her pussy-flap and then bit down savagely on her clit. He was gripping her gristly nubbin so hard he was afraid he could chomp it in two, but he refused to release the little love-button from his brutal, clenching teeth.
"Yaaagggghhh! Treeeeemendousssss!" she hissed.
Since Roxanne seemed to be enjoying his torment so thoroughly, Hal thought that the only way he could punish her would be to stop. But he was so caught up in the act of eating her cunt and stabbing into her asshole, that there was no way he was going to quit now.
"Okay,bitch!" he yelled, yanking has face free of her drenched cunt. "Now it's time to fuck!"
Wiping his mouth off on his arm, Hal leaped to his knees and waved his hard cock over her cunt as if he were casting a spell with a magic wand.
Roxanne bucked her hips up off the carpet almost a foot, trying to snap her pussy-lips around Hal's blood-engorged prick.
"Please!" she cried out. "Please, fuck me! Aaaaaahhhhh!"
Hal snickered and jerked his cock-shaft a few times until a shiny drop of pre-cum appeared in his piss-slit. His balls were lurching in his floppy nutsac, and he knew it wouldn't be long before he shot another load. Fucking that machine had been nothing short of exquisite, especially with Roxanne jamming her fingers in his asshole and toying with his balls. But he knew that fucking into her sloppy, wet cunt was going to be the ultimate in ecstasy.
Roxanne pulled her legs back so that her entire gash was exposed for Hal's pleasure. And her face was right next to the spot where she had been sucking off the plastic pussy and she turned to the side to inhale deeply the strong scent of leftover jism.
Then she shrieked intensely as Hal drove his cock straight and true, directly into her pussy on the first powerful thrust, it was the greatest feeling ever – the beginning of what always turned out to be the pinnacle of human experience and expression. There was nothing Roxanne enjoyed more than all-out fucking. And every time she wallowed and thrashed and writhed with a big fat cock jammed deep into her cunt, she always wondered why it was so hard for people to realize that life didn't have to be complicated; no, life didn't have to be miserable or unrewarding or meaningless – no, no, no! It was so simple, she realized – people were born to fuck! Damnit, that's how people got here an this earth in the first place, from fucking! And the cycle just went on and on and on – fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! The alpha and the omega – fuck and fuck! It was so simple, it was profound. Fucking begat fucking, and in the beginning there was the word – fuck! Nothing difficult about that, no, not at all, she told herself. Oh, it was so easy, so simple, so fucking right. To fuck or not to fuck, that was the question. But there was only answer: fuuuuuuuuuuck!
Hal continued slamming his cock into her cunt, smacking their pubic bones together and spraying fuck-juices all over the office. Harder and harder he thrust his cock, threatening to damage Roxanne's pussy for life. But her cunt absorbed every one of his vicious strokes and gushed out wave after wave of pussy-juice in response to his cock-assault on her cunt.
"Unnnggghhh!" she grunted. "Kill me with your cock! Do it! Ohhhh, it feels so good I can't stand it! But I love to fuck!"
"Then take it, bitch!" he hissed. "Take it into your brains!"
Faster and faster he fucked, burying his cock balls-deep with each ferocious pump of his hips. Then he leaned over and began nibbling on Roxanne's hard nipples, chewing on them ravenously. Gripping the hard, brown nipple-flesh between his teeth, he pulled back as far as he could, stretching Roxanne's tit-tip inhumanly.
But that's how she liked, it, and the big-titted woman began jerking her hips up and back in frantic response, urging him to blast his cum into her pussy.
"Ohhh, shoot it! Please, shoot it! I want to feel your cum burning in my pussy!" she pleaded. "Shoot it now!"
"You're gonna git it, whore!" he spat. "You're gonna get it, and then some. Aaaaaaggggghhh!"
Then Hal was taken over by his orgasm, and his body twitched out of control. He flopped all over Roxanne's sweaty chest, his cock still driving deeply into her pussy. He ripped and clawed at the carpet while drooling and spitting, his eyes rolled back into his head until Roxanne could only see white.
His asscheeks clenching tightly, Hal froze at the peak of his climax. Roxanne crawled out from under him just at the right moment, because she wanted to watch him shoot his load, and she wanted to take as much of his jism into her mouth as she could.
"Come on, baby! Pop it! Pop it!" she yelled, reaching down to scrape her fingernails underneath his taut ball-sac.
"Oh, yeah!" he cried, still caught in the grip of his orgasm.
His cock-tip was bright red and glistening with pre-cum and pussy-juice. And just as Roxanne gripped his cock-shaft to aim his blazing red prick-tip toward her face, gobs of the thick, hot cream began shooting out. She jerked his prick harder, milking him of his jism. Blast after blast rocketed out of his cock and splattered against Roxanne's face until hunks of the starchy stuff slid down her cheeks.
"Mmmmmmmmnm!" she groaned. "Your cum is too good!"
But Hal could do nothing more than continue shooting the gooey cum. His body flopped and hunched all over the floor as he struggled with the grip of a massive climax.
And despite his frantic spasming, Roxanne managed to hold on to his cock. She thrilled to the sensation of hot jism splattering against her skin – and now, she, too, began squirming as an orgasm prepared to rip through her body.
Her tits jiggling madly, her asscheeks clenched tightly, Roxanne joined Hal in ecstasy, still clutching to his dick. Soon, the two of them were flapping and flailing across the floor, grateful victims of a powerful, bone-shattering, mutual orgasm. Harder and harder they thrashed together for support.
"Oh, Jesus God!" Roxanne shrieked. "I feel like I'm gonna fall off the edge of the world! Ohhhhh!"
In one frantic lunge, Hal managed to reach over and grab Roxanne around the waist. He pulled her close, delighting in the feel of her quivering body as they thrashed through their delirious climax.
Clutching one another tightly, they rode out the last spasms together, moaning their delight, sighing with unprecedented ecstasy.
As Roxanne slowly cooled off and once again found herself able to think, she realized that she had just experienced the greatest, most astounding, most satisfying feeling she had ever felt. And she was certain that the special chemistry between her and Hal was responsible for that fantastic sensation.
"Ohhh, baby," she whispered into his ear, "that was great. I've never had it that good before."
Hal opened his eyes and then ran his fingers through her hair tenderly. "You know something?" he asked, stretching out on the fuckjuice splattered carpet. "That was the best for me, too. I mean it."
As Roxanne stared intently into the man's moist, gleaming eyes, she knew that he was telling the truth. And she also felt something very intense and powerful pass through them, a special understanding, a marvelous strength, a fantastic genuineness.
She had felt something close to this in the past, something she thought was love, the most intangible yet most potent of all human emotions. But coupled with the ripping orgasm they had just been gripped by, there was no doubt in her mind that she and Hal were made for each other.
Lately, with her family, fucking and sucking the days away, Roxanne had believed herself to be sharing a wonderful love with her children. But that was a milder love, a more tender, respectful sensation. She was glad that her family loved her and that they had no qualms about showing their love, but what her kids provided her with came frightfully shaft of the vigorous strength packed in Hal Dackel's giant prick.
The exhausted kennel owner pulled Roxanne closer. As he stared deeply into her eyes, she knew that he was struggling to say something important to her. Sensing his frustration in expressing his deepest feelings, Roxanne reached down and played with his soft, cum-drenched cock, squeezing and stroking his flaccid prick-shaft.
That seemed to help Hal a bit and he sighed deeply before speaking. "Roxanne? You know, I think we both, ah, we."
"Yes, dear," she replied, fondling his gooey cock and tracing her fingers all around his floppy ball-sac.
"Well," the man continued, "that was just the, ah, greatest, and I know we can't stop now. No, I mean, it's not that I want to fuck, ah, again, so soon. No, it's that I think… well… since we're so good together… we should… ah, yeah, I know what everyone in this town says about you behind their backs, and they just don't know the real you, ah… I think they just don't know how to enjoy life like you do and they're jealous, but, ah… don't you think we should, ah…"
"Yes?"
"Oh, damnit all, anyway!" he cursed. "I want to marry you!"
"Hal! I love you! Yes, by all means, let's get married!"
Roxanne grabbed him and gave Hal a deep French-kiss, squishing her big, sweaty tits hard against his chest. She could feel his cock getting hard again and then he began pumping his prick against her leg in a slow, steady fucking-motion.
Then, all of a sudden, the dogs outside in their cages began barking loudly, interrupting the lover's moans and sighs.
Then the screen door on the front of Hal's office opened and then was slammed shut.
The sounds of playful laughter then filled the office.
Then, Hal and Roxanne froze when they looked up at the three Fildert kids staring at them from the doorway.
An uncomfortable silence followed. But once Roxanne realized that there was absolutely nothing wrong with what she and Hal were doing, that somehow society twisted their notions of what was perverted, she reached out to them and said, "Come here, kids. I've got something good to tell you."
"Yeah," Hal said, smiling broadly. "Why don't you take your clothes off and stay awhile."
His joke changed the atmosphere in the room, and the kids quickly unzipped and unbuttoned, anxious to join the two sweaty, fuck-sauce-soaked adults on the floor.
"You know, Mom," Dave said, yanking his sweatshirt over his head, "me and the twins were hitchhiking out here. And then when we were walking down the road, we saw the station wagon in the kennel parking lot."
"Yeah," Sandy said, unsnapping her training bra. "And we started to get real curious – and kinda excited, too."
"We thought something funny was going on out here, so we started running as fast as we could," Candy said, peeling off her bikini panties.
Then Dave began jacking his cock into hardness. "But we didn't think something this great was going to happen."
Roxanne smiled with delight as her children joined her on the carpet. Fingering both Hal's hard cock and Dave's long, thick prick, she cleared her throat. "Kids, Mr. Dackel and I have decided to get married."
The twins allowed Hal to massage their tits with his large, rugged hands. "Oooo, that's so great, Mom!" Candy squealed.
Roxanne beamed at her new family. She was so satisfied, now that they were a complete family again.
"Yes, everybody," the woman announced. "It's going to be great with a man around the house again."
Dave looked up at his mother and frowned.
"I mean, another man around the house," Roxanne said.
Everyone laughed heartily. Then they spread themselves out in a daisy chain, with Hal sucking the twins' cunts simultaneously while the two girls gave Dave a delicious double-mouth blow-job.
Dave, in turn, eagerly slurped his way up and down his mother's cum-encrusted cunt.
And Roxanne looked up for a moment to give thanks. Then she dove into Hal's crotch and prepared to give him the best suck-job he had ever had.