Linda and Eddie made hot dogs and fries for dinner, with a quick green salad, and the meal was like having a party. Everybody seemed to talk at once, and even though Isobel Zachary had gotten over most of her embarrassment, the woman wore her panties to the table. Beth had on the flowing robe, but she didn't bother to belt it, and the gown hung open so that her lavishly developed body peeped out, now a ripely modeled tit, now the treasure of her mound or the flash of a pale thigh.
His sister felt more natural naked than covered, so Linda remained bare-assed, her small, hard tits flouncing as she moved around the table to serve them, light gleaming on the curly brown hair of her attractive pussy. Eddie was naked, too, not even conscious of the dangling of his soft prick unless he noticed Isobel or Beth staring at it. He ate heartily and drank two brimming glasses of milk, replenishing his strength and considering what he was going to do with the three lovely women, or what they wanted to do to him.
It was like being turned loose in a candy store, he thought; there were so many delicious goodies to choose from that a guy could get confused. But unlike gorging on sweets, this kind of appetite seemed to whet itself upon the feeding, growing stronger and more lusty after each juicy episode of fucking. He would never get too much of pumping it to such lovely cunts and mouths, and was always looking forward to more, to a changing variety of sexual experience and far-out stimulations. But if somehow he was suddenly cut off from all these varying snatches, he could content himself with his sister's generous little pussy, until something else interesting and available opened up for him, and for Linda.
But such rationing didn't seem all that likely to happen, for Eddie was becoming more certain of himself and the sexual power he held, especially for older women. The two he had screwed so far appeared to turn helpless when he got to them, when he began to love them, melting as his hard young prick slid into their stunned vaginas. Maybe older women were all lacking something in their lives, and missed a spiced excitement that he could bring them.
And from what he had seen with Brad McKeever, Linda had the same overwhelming, shocking effect upon older men. It could he that older people were delightfully surprised when they found that a much younger person was sexually attracted to them. Too, there was the up-front honesty that they didn't seem used to, and such forthrightness penetrated their shells, opened them up because they were programmed to play all kinds of phony little games about sex. When all the ground rules were discarded, adults didn't know how to play the game, and had to he guided.
Eddie was back in the living room, leafing through a travel magazine with his feet up on a coffee table when they came in. Linda was grinning from ear to ear, so he figured they had been discussing a plan for him, but that was okay. He didn't mind being a sex object, and he dug being sometimes dominated, having the action pushed on him; sometimes it was the other way around, but either way, it was kinky and he would ride with the impulse of the moment, rocking along with whatever brought him pleasure and would give it to others.
Linda came over to him. «We feel that you got sort of cheated last time. I mean, we all balled each other, but you didn't get any goodies out of it. So now we're going to catch you up on the action. Isobel won't be able to get hold of her husband until tomorrow, she says – so here we are with all this time on our hands, and my horny brother doesn't even have a hard-on.»
«No doubt I will,» he said, taking his feet off the table and sitting up in the big overstuffed chair. He looked them over as the others approached him, comparing their body structures and the variety of their beauty. Linda's pert and teasing loveliness was familiar, but always appealing, her cute little tits bobbing proudly and the tanned skin of her belly backgrounding the warm comfort of her always-ready pussy.
Aunt Beth was an eyeful, looking so regal and unattainable, so graceful and cool, but now he knew the seething passion that was lurking within the clinging depths of her precious cunt. And Isobel – eager and trembling as a virginal schoolgirl, that thin body captivating, her midnight-haired mound pulsing with all the creamy joys any man could desire.
Linda and Beth moved the coffee table back while Isobel stared down at his crotch, the tip of her dark red tongue flicking her lips, her hands sliding over her lean hips and up to fondle the small moundings of her breasts. But Linda was the first to drop on her knees before him, parting his legs with her hands and making him stretch them out. Eddie realized that they were all going to blow him, and that his sister would begin the orgy that had him as its willing focal point.
His sister moved close between his spread thighs and teased into his crotch with her tits, moving the erectile nipples back and forth over his limp cock and into his balls. Slowly, the blood began to gorge his prick, and as the shaft reacted out, as it swelled and lifted the growing bud of his cockhead, Linda stopped using her tits to stimulate him, and instead dipped her face to plant a tingling kiss upon his glans.
Her fingers played into the wrinkled sack of his balls, toying with the nuts themselves and stroking the stem of his rod. Her warm breath blew over his knob like a sultry tropical wind, making it throb in response. Her tongue was adept, practiced in its wet movements, sliding, and curling; Eddie put his hands upon his sister's sun-streaked hair as she drew his swollen bud into her avid lips and pulled his cock deeply into her mouth.
Eddie stroked his sister's hair as she worked her mouth so lovingly upon his shaft, laving the glans with her tongue and dipping her inner cheeks around it, fondling the knob with the slippery roof of her mouth and raking her teeth delicately around the root. She opened her lips and let his prick snap outside.
Moving away from him, she got to her feet and gave room to the next woman. Beth drifted down to him, bending to touch her resilient breasts to his dampened prick, then kneeling between his thighs. A fine silken net, her golden hair spread over his legs, scented and tingling with a life of its own, and his aunt brought her softly thrilling lips to his glans.
«Darling,» she murmured, «I can never get enough of your sweet cock, any way I can take it.»
Then her mouth closed hot and wet around his prick, to drag the sensitive head far back into her throat. Beth's tongue was quick and hungry, licking and caressing, probing into his slot as if she wanted to hurry the semen that would spurt from the narrow opening. Moving her head back and forth, she sucked upon Eddie's cock, rolling the head around inside her mouth, and he stroked in it, humping his pelvis as she fondled his balls.
Beth hesitated then, and he could feel her obvious reluctance to let go his cock, but she freed it with a final lick and sighed away from between his legs. Eddie looked up into the intent and narrow face of Isobel Zachary. The woman lowered herself into position, her slanted eyes focused upon his distended and upright shaft, her nostrils flaring in excitement and her lips damp.
«I-I only did this a couple of times before,» she breathed. «And the room was always dark, so I couldn't see. It's better this way, because I've never seen such a strong, beautiful prick as yours, Eddie. So young and slim and graceful; I just adore it.»
She kissed the tip that was now leaking a dribble of clear hot fluid, and her long tongue reached out to collect the juice, drawing it back into her mouth where her taste buds could savor it. Isobel toyed with his throbbing prick then, feeling all over its length, squeezing the rod between sharply nailed fingers, playing down over his balls and below them, into the humid crack of his ass. When she suddenly wrapped her hungry lips around his knob, Eddie was more than ready to be eaten. He felt that the others had brought him only this far deliberately, that Linda and Beth meant for him to complete his orgasm inside this woman's greedy mouth, for it was totally new to him.
«Mmmm,» Isobel moaned as she fastened her mouth to his hard shaft, and the vibrations of her vocal cords tingled up and down Eddie's prick. He lifted his crotch and grabbed the woman's head, digging his fingers into the short black hair and thrusting his knob deeply into the pulsing cavern of her mouth, reaching for the velvet cup of her throat.
The woman was ravenous, her lips greedy and her tongue avid. She pulled and sucked, rolled his cockhead and nibbled upon his shaft, sliding her face in a sensuous rhythm. He fed his meat to her, grinding his hips and hiking his pelvis to thrust into her mouth, clinging to her head as he fucked her face the same way he had fucked her juicy pussy. He wondered if she had ever eaten her husband's cock this way, and what the guy would think if he could see his wife now. Isobel could really gobble a prick, going at it as if she meant to chew it off at the roots.
He didn't have to be gentle with her; furiously, she dragged upon his surging prick, attempting to swallow the puffy cockhead every time its blunt tip touched the back of her silken throat.
«Oh wow,» Eddie said. «You're a terrific cocksucker, Mrs. Zachary – eating my prick this way, using your tongue so hot and wet – suck me, Isobel – suck me until I come in your mouth!»
Time and the woman's mouth blurred around him; Eddie was conscious only of being, of a blazing suction that seemed to be drawing out the inner core of himself, and gladly, he released it. When his cockhead flexed and trembled, the universe exploded, and he hosed his semen into Isobel's throat, bathing the satin cup with come, flooding her teeth and saturating her tongue. Heavy and steaming, slippery and creamy, his male fluids flowed through her mouth, and she siphoned them down into her stomach, swallowing noisily, wetly as she absorbed the rich juices.
Eddie's knees went weak, unhinging to let his feet slide out across the carpet as his legs straightened. His head fell back against the padded chair, and his breath rasped in his throat. She was still pulling on his sagging prick, trying to drain still more come from its head, trying to draw another droplet up from his emptied balls.
But at last she released him, sighing when she sat back upon her heels. Isobel's eyes were glazed with passion, all the tenseness gone from her face, a look there now of surfeit, of gratification, as if she had come with him. The other women helped her to her feet, whispering to her, running their hands lovingly over her body as they led her to the bar and Beth mixed a drink. Forgotten for the moment, Eddie stretched and shook himself, feeling small hot tingles that were slowly subsiding throughout his body.
It had been one hell of a climax for him, and Eddie thought that the woman had gotten almost as much satisfaction out of eating him, the incomparably intimate act stirring some hidden pool of debauchery deep within her core. Even though it had taken Isobel some forty years to really turn on, she was making up for lost time.
Warm and relaxed, he lolled upon the couch, thinking that the fun would be doubled when Isobel brought her husband into the group, when Eddie could look up from fucking the woman's abundantly flowing pussy and see her husband watching the act. He didn't know why that image turned him on so, but it did. Maybe it was because a wife was supposed to be the personal property of her old man, that her cunt was for him alone, and it was a real kick to destroy that illusion.
He wondered if the erotic sensations would be sharper because of it, and he flashed to a fantasy of his own father standing beside the bed while Eddie stroked his hard young prick in and out of the private pussy of Susan Lyons. At the image, Eddie's recently drained cock pulsed, and he closed his eyes to see things better in the dream world.
Sure, he had sometimes heard the bed creaking in his parents' room, and of course he'd known that his father was putting the meat to his mom. He'd even pictured how her shapely legs would curl, and how her neat, trim ass would work, but he could never see clearly inside his head just how her secret pussy would look when its soft lips were taking a stiff prick.
Did his mom moan and say things like fuck me, fuck me? Did she hump eagerly when she rode that swollen rod, or wrap her legs around a guy's back? And how tight was her cunt, how juicy? Maybe she had too many hang-ups, and didn't really enjoy screwing; maybe she had never gone down on her own husband, or known the thrill of a tongue working inside her heaving snatch.
Dimly through his dreaming, Eddie heard the ringing of a telephone, but he didn't want to let go the sensuous pictures moving inside his head, and he concentrated upon them. He saw his mom's naked and gleaming body, but the color of her cunt hair was uncertain, although the nipples on her modeled breasts were a pale brown. He saw her mouth smiling, and the sexy ticking of her hips as she held up her arms to some unseen lover. Not his dad, Eddie thought, but himself. It would be him, Eddie Lyons, who moved to that beautiful waiting woman upon the very bed where his father had fucked her so many times in the past.
Somebody was shaking his shoulder. He opened his eyes and saw his sister leaning over him. «Hey, sleepy,» she said. «Did Isobel pump you completely dry? Come on; we've got to go get dressed.»
«Why?» he asked drowsily.
«That phone call was from Mr. Zachary. His business meeting was called off, and when he got home he didn't know where Isobel was. So he called here and she talked to him. Then Beth got on the line and invited him over for a few drinks; you should have heard how sexy her voice was. So that means we have to split upstairs and get dressed, just like they do.»
Eddie sat up. «Do we get left out of it?»
«For awhile,» Linda answered, tugging at his hand until he stood up. «Maybe we can mix in with them later, but first Auntie Beth and Isobel have to set him up. Isobel is going to pretend to get so smashed she'll have to go to bed, leaving Beth and her old man alone. Then our sensuous auntie will make him. We can peep at them.»
Beth and Isobel were already gone from the living room, so Eddie walked with his sister to the stairs. «Then Isobel will come in and catch them; is that the idea?»
«Something like that. Or maybe I will; she'll have more of a hold on him if she discovers her loving husband putting the prick to an innocent little child.»
Eddie slapped her bare ass and laughed. «You're about as innocent as a squirt of semen. Come on – we'll have to put on our act, I guess. This will really be a blast, getting her husband into our party. You know, I was dreaming down there about making it with mom, and raising another hard right away.»
Inside the bedroom, his sister turned. I've been thinking of screwing dad, too. But suppose he balls me and mom won't fuck you?»
«Then you'll be the lucky one,» Eddie said. «But I don't see how it'll work like that. I mean, if mom sees you riding his cock, it has to do something to her, even if it only makes her want to get even with the old man. And I don't care what her excuse is; I only want to fuck her.»
She shoved him toward the bathroom. «Take your shower. That's all off in the future, and right now, we have to think about making it with Mr. Zachary. That guy is going to get one hell of a surprise.»
«And one hell of a piece of ass,» Eddie put in. «Two fine pieces, I mean, because I know you'll get to him before his wife does. I think I'll get Isobel in the hall, so I can screw her while he swings with Beth and you. Or maybe we'll wait so he can watch me pour the cock to his old lady.»
Either way, it would be great, Eddie thought.