You might title this last case history "One Last Fling". It is the story of Harry, a short man of fifty-seven years, gray-haired, fat, with puffy brown eyes and spotted skin who talked a blue streak about his great moment.
I met Harry in a local laundromat. He is the kind of person who likes to talk; he will pour out his life story to anyone.
As it happened, we were alone in the place; it was almost eleven at night.
We first exchanged basic "positioning" and "status" information so we would know where we stood socially and personally.
He was intrigued with my position as a freelance writer of sex material. His voice lowered confidentially. I knew what was coming…
I couldn't make notes, but I have a good memory, and I have a habit of as soon as possible typing out five and six page resumes of important, usable conversations with strangers and acquaintances and friends who don't mind if their experiences are used if they are assured of anonymity.
I always change names and keep places vague. So, with Harry, I listened attentively once I caught the direction and content of his story. I asked a lot of questions, too.
He had been divorced at fifty-five and was lonely. All the women he met who wanted to have anything to do with him were widows who wanted to remarry, and none of them appealed to him.
Harry wanted something young and beautiful to play with in his declining years.
But economics was a factor, too. He didn't have the income or the savings that would attract and keep a sweet young thing.
He was realistic enough to know his looks and personality would not be attractive to a young woman. There seemed to be no way out of his dilemma.
Then he decided that if he couldn't have it for long, he could at least have his dreams come true for one night.
Harry had worked for years in a fringe area of the entertainment industry. He knew some people who knew people who could arrange things, for a price.
He paid the price and set up a tryst – with a sexy young prostitute and her sexy ten-year-old daughter.
It cost him over four hundred dollars. But he had something he could remember and tell about and relive in his mind… something he considered special.
And this is what happened:
He arrived at the big motel at five in the afternoon, bathed, shaved, dressed, had a fine dinner and returned to his room.
The mother-daughter team were due at seven-thirty. His wallet was heavy with cash and his overnight bag held some interesting items.
He was anxious as he waited. He was afraid and yet hoped nothing had gone wrong. He listened for steps on the concrete walk outside his room.
At seven-twenty-five there was a light rap on his door.
He swallowed and went to answer it.
The mother was breathtaking. She was as he had ordered – a young Sophia Loren type, with heavy breasts and solid, yet trim, hips. Her face was pure Latin; full-lipped, oval, with large dark eyes, an olive skin, long, flowing black hair. She hardly looked twenty years old to him.
She wore an expensive gray pants-suit, the newly "in" square-toed shoes, and a big, glittering wedding ring. Large silver shells dangled and swayed from three-inch silver chains from her ear-lobes. She carried a smart gray leather purse.
She smiled. "Hello. Are you Mr. Zelton?"
Harry nodded, dry-mouthed. His gaze shifted to the little girl standing beside the young woman, holding her mother's hand.
The child was just beginning to develop; small breasts punched out bulges in her white blouse and light green sweater. She was skinny, with a boy's hips. Her brown plaid miniskirt ended at mid-thigh; her legs were slim – almost bony.
The child looked up at him seriously, shrewdly, with liquid brown eyes. He was reminded of a Kean painting. Her black hair was drawn back into a simple ponytail, accenting her youth.
Harry's stomach was leaden and oily. He was sweating and breathing fast.
The lovely young woman said, "I'm Mrs. Marcia Smith. This is Corri, my daughter. We're here about the interview."
He couldn't speak. He stepped back and gestured them in. He closed the door. He regretted everything. He wanted out. He was positive he would never be able to get an erection now, even though earlier during his shower in his wild anticipation his penis had been sticking out like some kind of pink-white handle below his fat belly folds.
Then he remembered the pills he had in his bag – the stimulants, the aphrodisiacs to make him potent again and again. They were dangerous – hard on the heart and liver, the disreputable doctor had warned him. But once… well, for one night…
And there were the devices in the bag, top. The dildoes he had kept hidden for years, with his fantasies, and the specially designed vibrators from the erotic arts store, and the French ticklers to wear, and the penis extenders… because Harry wasn't well hung, barely five inches.
This time… this time, with this woman he wanted to go deep, and feel the bottom of her!
And there were secret, very secret, wishes and desires in the back of his mind… things he wanted to try with a little girl… things he wanted the mother and daughter to do to each other…
Harry thought himself a completely evil, dirty-minded man, and he didn't care. Not now. This one night there were to be no restraints.
The child, Corri, went to the TV and turned it on. She said to Harry, over her shoulder, "You don't look like you can go all night."
A smile twitched her mother's full-lipped mouth. "We must do our best for all our special friends, dear." Then Marcia smiled professionally and said to Harry, "But we have to have our fee, of course."
Harry blinked. "Down to business right away? Don't you want a drink first?" He waved at the bottles, ice bucket, and mixers on the wall table. That setup had cost him thirty dollars.
"We'll do whatever you like after you pay us. Until eight o'clock tomorrow morning we'll be yours to command. If you want us to get roaring drunk, we will."
"Well, I was just being sociable. I have the money…" He took out his money-thick wallet and counted out the twenties.
He had already paid a hundred dollars to the "agency." Now he was paying three hundred to these two.
And he didn't think he'd get an erection! His penis was as limp as a noodle.
The money went into the purse and the purse snapped shut.
Corri had flipped through the channels of the color set. She settled on an old Western. When she heard the purse shut, she said over the growling threats of a black-clad gunslinger, "I'll bet he wants you to suck him off first."
Harry was shocked at the child's language.
Marcia laughed. She put her arm around his waist. "I'll have that drink now, Mr. Zelton. What's your first name?" Her large breast pressed against his arm.
Harry told her. He liked the feel of her and her friendliness. He forgave Corri her unthinking, child's frankness. He mixed a drink for Marcia. For himself he made a weak one. Alcohol diminished a man's capacity.
Marcia kissed him on the cheek with drink-wet lips. "You want me to do anything now, Harry? You're a little bit afraid of us, aren't you? You're not used to situations like this, I can tell. I can tell. I know men like I know my own body."
She led him to the king-size bed. She sat and put her drink aside. She embraced and kissed him sensually.
Corri ignored them. She was absorbed in watching a shoot-out.
Marcia rubbed the impressive bulges of her breasts against him. "Would you like me to undress?"
He nodded. Some life was coming back into his loin. He asked, "Is the little girl… is Corri rosily your daughter?"
"Yes. I had her when I was thirteen. We get ripe young in our family. It won't be long for her now."
Corri half turned; she had been listening. "I'm never going to get pregnant."
Marcia smiled indulgently. "Famous last words, baby." She opened her suit top. She wore no bra or slip. Her flesh was dazzling – breasts like soft white cantaloupes, pale, blue-veined, with striations of barely visible stretch marks. And nipples… ah, Harry fell in love with those giant mouth-watering nipples – reddish purple, sticking out like boysenberries, as big as the last joint of his little finger, and set in wrinkled circles of brownish red areola.
Marcia was proud of her breasts. She had taken a deep breath to project them dramatically at their unveiling.
Corri said, watching with envy and contempt, "My mother the cow."
Marcia broadened her smile as Harry stared and extended a shaking hand to touch one of the soft, round globes. She said to him, "They're yours now, Harry." To Corri she said, "These are in your genes, baby. Another year and you'll be sticking out pretty good."
Harry leaned forward and kissed the warm, soft, perfumed flesh. He closed his lips on one of the protruding nipples. He closed his eyes and sucked happily. His hands cupped the weight of the breast and lifted it slightly. He pressed his face into the smooth white flesh. His penis grew in his pants.
Marcia made happy, pleasurable sounds. "Do what you want, Harry. That's good, I like men who suck me like that… ohhh… yes…" She sank back on the bed. Her arms held him close. He followed, continuing to suck. His tension drained away slowly. Her nipples were so satisfying.
After some minutes Marcia was sighing quietly. She stroked the back of his neck. He was sucking her other nipple now. His hands fondled both bowl like breasts.
She said softly, "Harry, you're actually turning me on. I love having my tits eaten like this, I usually never get enough of it. I could just lay here taking this for hours…"
Corri switched off the TV. She came over to the bed and watched for a minute. "I'll bet he's going to want to suck mine, too."
Marcia nodded. She gestured to Harry's bulging erection. "Give him a thrill, baby."
"Okay." Corri reached over and felt his penis in his pants.
Harry trembled. He kept on sucking, but harder now.
Marcia sighed heavily. She unbuttoned and unzipped the side of her pants. She slid her hand down inside her panties. She fingered herself. "Umm, Harry, you've got me all sticky."
Corri continued groping at his penis. "It isn't very big."
Marcia made a no-no face at her. Then she said, "Give him a big thrill, baby. He's our daddy for tonight."
Harry trembled. He loved sucking these nipples. He loved lolling his tongue around them and grazing his tightened lips on them, and vibrating them with a rapidly flicking tongue.
He loved the soft warmth of her abundant flesh against his face. And now the little girl's hand was curiously grabbing and "sizing" his penis… now he felt her trying to unzip his pants…
They both wanted to please him. He could tell they knew what to do. He owned them for a night.
But he was ashamed of his big belly. He was reluctant to let them see it. But he had to.
Harry lifted his mouth from Marcia's left breast. He looked down at Corri. She looked up and met his gaze. Her big brown eyes were neutral; there was no enthusiasm in them. No lust.
He wanted her to want to do things to him. He wanted her to be enthusiastic and eager. He wanted her child's face transformed, masked with desire…
Harry rolled aside and sat up. He gave his first command to his slaves for the night. "Get undressed. We all get undressed."
He turned his back to them when he took off his pants and shorts. His penis softened. He sat on the bed and peeled off his socks. He grunted off his undershirt and an aroma of underarm deodorant and body powder rose to his nostrils.
Harry heard Marcia and Corri over by the dressing alcove, hanging up their clothes.
He rolled onto his back on the bed and propped his back with pillows. His belly was not so prominent and shaming this way.
His penis was a small wrinkled turtle in a nest of curly graying hair. But it began to extend its head as he watched the young woman – what a body! – and the girl become naked for him.
Yes, the things he had dreamed were possible! Marcia was soft and loving and willing. Corri would do what her mother told her to do.
Marcia turned and winked at Harry. Her bush was a wide and thick triangle. Her legs were slightly imperfect – a few varicosities showing, a slight thickness in the thighs. She was all pale-white skin; not a hint of tanned skin anywhere.
And the little girl: skinny, tight little buttocks, hips so narrow, and little white fists of firm flesh on her chest, with small budlike nipples, a hint of her mother's huge ones. And a white little bare mound between her thighs, a small, pink-lipped cleft that sent swirling images and questions through Harry's mind.
Marcia squatted and pulled off Corri's anklets. She stood and took the girl's hand. "Let's go play with our papa now, baby."
They walked across the beige carpet toward the bed. Naked. Mother and daughter. Harry was a bit breathless for a second.
Then Marcia was on the bed, seemingly reading his mind, straddling his waist, dangling her white melons against his face, smiling down, nudging his chin and nose with their soft weight, enclosing his face in the deep, warm, perfumed valley between.
He guided a fat nipple into his mouth. He saw Corri get on the bed, too, and reach for his genitals. He experienced but could not see her small, slender hands playing in his crotch. Immediately his penis grew up out of the curly jungle.
She seized his penis in a hand and rubbed it skillfully with finger and thumb, an adroit caress that caused swift, complete erection. Harry said, "I want to see." Marcia got off him. She rested beside him, her massive breasts gently moving lures of white flesh, rubbery dark-red nipples.
Harry filled his hand with a breast and thumbed the stiff teat. His eyes remained on Corri.
She was so young! Such big brown, innocent eyes were seeing his penis, observing her little girl's hand play with it. She had her mother's full lips. Her mouth was slightly open, a hint of even white teeth, the tip of a pink tongue.
He wanted her to suck him! But he could not say it.
Corri started masturbating him slowly, her hand fisted around his thin, small shaft.
Marcia said, "Baby, I think Harry would like a special favor from you."
Corri made a slight face and said a reluctant, "Okay." She inspected his circumcised penis closely and then took his breath away by unexpectedly taking it deep into her mouth. Her face descended below the level of his corpulent belly.
Corri's tongue fluttered expertly in just the right place. Her lips tightened on the head, then swept down the length till she had nearly all of his five inches in her mouth. Her head rose and fell.
Harry was transfixed. The sight of her doing that! The incredible feel of it! His ex-wife had only done it twice for him in the twenty-two years of their marriage. And now, a lovely little girl – with her luscious mother looking on, approving, practically having ordered the child to do it.
A tumult of pleasure filled his loins. Harry was suddenly panting, clutching Marcia's full breasts, his big belly quaking, his penis spurting in Corri's clinging, working mouth, his heart thundering in his chest.
Corri kept on until his thighs tightened up and his knees lifted to force her head away.
She worked her mouth and spat his semen into her upturned palm. She left the bed and went into the bathroom.
Harry lay loose and amazed, unable to look at Marcia.
Marcia cuddled down against him, her breasts forming warmly against his arm and side. "Isn't she good at that? I taught her all the tricks. She can really do a job on a small man. It's so much easier, even for me. A girl can do so much for a man if he isn't too large."
Harry nodded dazedly. "How old is she?"
"Almost eleven. Another year or two and she'll be the most expensive call girl in the world. She'll be beautiful."
He nodded. His heart was slowing, beating regularly. He thought of the vial of pills and capsules in his overnight bag – and the implements.
Marcia put her hand on his mounded stomach and slid it down the thick, doughy folds to his shrunken, wet-tipped penis.
She fingered him gently. "I hope you can get a stiff-on again pretty soon. I want to show you what I can do. And I'm sure you want to do other things with us. Don't you?"
"I didn't pay for a whole night for nothing."
Corri came out of the bathroom. "Can I watch TV for a while now?"
Marcia caught Harry's slight frown. "He's not paying us to sit and watch TV, baby. Come and see if you can help me get him hard again."
Corri wrinkled her nose. "I bet it'll take an hour."
Harry heaved himself off the bed, stung by her words. He said recklessly, "I'll be screwing you within fifteen minutes, little lady!" He grabbed his overnight bag and went into the bathroom.
Harry worried for a moment that Marcia or the child would steal the rest of his money, dress quickly, and run out. He listened at the thin door but heard no scurrying activity. He heard Marcia's low voice and Corri's giggling laugh.
He flushed. They were talking about his belly and his small penis!
He opened his bag and took a powerful stimulant. Amphetamine. Speed. Then from a small unlabeled plastic vial he took one of two golden capsules, and swallowed it. He drank two glasses of water as the doctor had advised.
He glanced at his watch. Ten minutes, the man had promised. Ten minutes and the pills would bring his penis up and keep it up for hours. Make love all you want, but not for too long at any one time. Your heart won't take it. If you didn't have that gut hanging out it would be different.
Harry washed his penis. He went out to the mother and daughter he had hired. He took his bag.
They were waiting on the big bed. Their nakedness – and his – was a slight shock. He was both appalled and delighted at Corri's youth and depravity. He liked the tremendous contrast in the development of their bodies. Mother and daughter! His mind danced with glee around the fire of their ages and relationship.
He settled heavily on the bed. He asked Marcia, "You like a big one for screwing?" He rubbed her gently convex belly, smooth and warm like her breasts, and then pushed his stubby-fingered hand down between her fleshy thighs.
She smiled as his fingers rubbed over her bearded vulva. She opened her legs for him. "Are you going to surprise me, Harry?"
"You like a big one, do you, for good screwing? A well-developed woman like you? How much do you like? How many inches?"
She pursed her full, red lips. She glanced at her daughter. "I don't let big men get into Corri. She isn't a woman inside yet. Shoving seven or eight inches into her little pussy would tear her. But you're not too big, Harry. She can take you."
"I talk about you." He was surprised to find her vulva slippery with secretion. She really did like having her nipples sucked like that; it was no act.
"Me… I like to suck small ones and be fucked blind by big ones."
"The bigger the better, eh?"
She smiled and nodded. "I'll bet you've got a big surprise for me in that bag, haven't you?"
"How do you know?"
Corri sat cross-legged, examining her small, firm, round breasts. She said, not looking up, "A lot of old guys go in for using big rubber dicks."
Harry felt a slight glow of heat in his loins. The drugs were beginning to take effect. His heart was beginning to speed up.
He said to Corri, "I'm too heavy to get on top of you. I want you to sit on me and screw that way in a minute. First I want to show you and your mother…"
He found his embarrassment fading. He found it easier to say things to them, and to give orders to them. He had no regrets now.
Harry lifted the leather zip bag to the bed. He reached in and took out the first thing – a new penis extension with a variety of soft latex flanges and ridges and bumps. With it on, he had a "reach" of seven inches.
Marcia took it and examined it. "I haven't seen one quite like this before. Harry, you'll drive me crazy with this."
He produced a huge latex dildoe with molded penis heads at each end. It was over a foot long.
Corri laughed at the sight of it. "He wants us to fuck each other, Mom."
Harry grinned. "Yes? Can it be done?"
"We'll see. Maybe a little bit." Marcia bent the pliable cock in a circle. Almost to herself she said, "I'd have to take most of it…"
He brought out a seven-inch penis-shaped vibrator.
Corri came alive; her face brightened and she reached for it. "That's what I like! Let me have it."
Harry kept it away from her hand. "I will use it as you like on you." He looked at Marcia. "You will get me hard with your mouth now." To Corri he said, patting the blanket, "Lay here beside me and I will vibrate you."
Corri obeyed. She stretched out, a skinny child, naked and vulnerable, sophisticated and cynical beyond her years. She said warningly, "Don't put it in me very far. I just like the end part on my sensitive place."
"On her clitoris, Harry." Marcia moved down on the bed so she could suck his penis. She rested her large, waggling, hanging breasts between his bony knees. She brushed her long black hair away from her face and pressed her face between his pale, hairy thighs. She began by licking his scrotum.
Harry's penis stirred. Her tongue brushed his glans. It stirred and lengthened.
He turned half on an elbow to Corri, beside him. He switched on the vibrator by twisting its butt end. It was the best model available; it hummed discreetly.
He handed it to her. "Diddle yourself for a minute." He put his hand on her small rounded, firm breasts. The flesh was cool. Only the budding nipples were warm. He could easily enclose a breast in his hand. He squeezed gently and rubbed.
He watched as Corri raised her knees and opened them wide. She placed the rounded, smooth, ivory-like tip of the vibrator against the lips of her pouting, hairless cleft.
The vibrator seemed to part the pink lips with its tiny humming movement. Its tip slipped between and the sound deepened slightly.
Corri sucked in her lower lip. Her eyelids fluttered over her big brown eyes. "Ooo, wow. This is a good one…"
Marcia's mouth had enclosed the whole of Harry's hardening penis. Her full lips moved wetly at the hairy root as her tongue stroked and slithered the length of his growing shaft. The glans probed deeper, touching her palate, nosing the back of her throat…
The doctor had said: "You'll have dry orgasms after three or four climaxes. The sensations will be very acute when that point is reached…"
Corri was moving the buried tip of the vibrator up and down the length of her cleft. The sound altered and became subtly wet. Her toes curled down and she grimaced, eyes tightly shut, delicate nostrils flaring. Her breathing became fast and shallow.
The sight of her so aroused, in turn, aroused Harry. He whispered huskily, "Let me do it for you." He took the vibrator from her resisting hand and delved it lower in her now-sticky vulva. The pink lips were puffed and magically glistening.
The rounded vibrator tip found the entrance to her inner channel. He could not resist gently pushing it in… and in…
Marcia lifted her mouth from his stiff penis. She had been observing. She said, "Not too much, Harry."
Half the buzzing cylinder was sunk into Corri's young vagina. She had not resisted or showed discomfort.
He slid it out of her and nosed the tip high in her vulva to where her clitoris waited. She gasped delightfully.
Marcia resumed sucking his penis. She took her time. She did not use her hands at all. She took his length deep into her mouth again, then, with tightly clinging lips and fluttering tongue, yielded his shaft slowly. Then her mouth greedily took him again.
Corri clenched her small fists. Her sunken belly ridged. Her toes curled again. She opened her eyes for a second and watched her mother sucking Harry. She relaxed briefly. "Wow… that's twice already."
Harry was getting a powerful glow in his loins, a slowly intensifying pleasure. He knew he'd spurt in a few moments if he allowed Marcia to continue her expert sucking. Her tongue was amazing.
He said, "I want Corri to get on me and screw me that way." He took the vibrator from Corri's center and turned it off.
Marcia wordlessly gave up his penis. She rose up and sat back on her haunches. She gestured to Corri.
The little girl straddled Harry's fleshy hips. She hovered over his penis as Marcia guided her.
Marcia put his glans in position. "Now, baby, down easy…"
Harry could not see the connection, but he felt the entry – slick and tight. He wished he had a mirror as Corri sat lower on him and took him up into her hot vagina. Her smooth, bare cleft took him all and was pressed by her weight into the wiry nest of his pubic hair.
Corri said, "It tickles – his hair."
Marcia said, "Fuck him, baby. Get him off."
Corri looked Harry right in the eyes. She watched his face intently as she leaned forward and began screwing up and down on his penis with a surprisingly smooth, erotic arching of her pelvis.
The child was performing a skillful, twisting, acutely effective copulation, a breathtaking bump-and-grind on his penis.
And she watched his face!
She said, "I can make you come in two minutes."
She slowly speeded her liquidly moving, narrow hips. Her lips parted and she began to pant lightly from the exertion, and from the sensation of sweetly jarring her opened vulva against his fat-padded, hairy pubic bone.
She did it. It seemed no time at all before Harry was puffing in the throes of his orgasm, existing in that special, all-consuming universe of keen pleasure as he shot his semen up against her child's cervix, as she clutched a roll of fat at his waist, and pounded fast and hard down on him with spasming need, her ten-year-old face flushed, twisted as if in pain, mouth wide for air.
When Corri slowed and at last sat still, Harry's penis continuing stiff in her, Marcia said, "That was good for both of you, wasn't it?"
Corri wriggled on the hardness in her. "You're still big."
Harry smiled triumphantly, but wanly. His heart was trip-hammering. "I'm more of a man than you thought." He nodded. "Keep it up if you want."
"Mom – you want to?"
"Not yet. It's up to Harry, dear." She touched his cheek, "You're all sweaty. You're almost as white as paper." She nodded minutely. "You took something, didn't you."
Corri began rocking on his hips, in the saddle of his lap. "I can get myself off again in a minute."
"Let him rest, baby. He has to last the night." Marcia watched Corri slide off Harry. She said to him, "Go take a shower. You're oozing perspiration."
He agreed. Only an hour had gone by and already he had climaxed twice. Plenty of time. He had yet to attend to Marcia.
He sat up and was dizzy for a few seconds. He got to his feet and trudged into the bathroom. His pulse was fluttering wildly. Harry began to pray a little: Dear God, a few more orgasms and you can have me. Let me fuck the mother with my extender on. Let me see her and the child use the long dildoe…
He turned on the shower. He adjusted the spray and stepped in. The hot spray felt good. Yes, a shower was a good idea. He didn't want to stink, and fat men sweated so easily. He felt better in a moment. He lathered and washed. He got an idea. He stepped out of the stall, the water still pelting down, and padded wetly into the dressing alcove.
Marcia was on the bed, unself-consciously working the head of the long double-dildoe into her pussy.
Corri had the TV on again and was ignoring her mother.
Marcia saw him. He waggled his finger at her. "Come to me. Bring with you that thing." He went back to the shower. He felt powerful now. His penis was sticking out, still hard, throbbing with a funny itch, like from inside.
Marcia came smiling into the bathroom, all white jiggling breasts and shapely legs. Her delta was a thick muff, a dramatic, real evidence of womanhood. She held the impossibly long pink latex dildoe in her left hand, and it swung like a soft truncheon.
Harry gestured her into the shower with him.
"I'll get my hair all wet…" But she obeyed. Water instantly streamed over her shoulders, between her udder like breasts, down her curving belly, into her bush, down her ivory, veined legs. Marcia laughed and lifted her oval face to the spray. Her long black hair was quickly sopping wet, plastered to her skull, her neck and shoulders. She let her mouth fill and overflow.
Harry laughed and was backed in a corner of the tiled stall; he bent and took a big, wet water-stimulated nipple into his mouth. Water pelted his face. He closed his eyes. As he suckled he put his hands between her thighs. His fingers entered her and found her clitoris. He put one hand around on her buttocks and followed with a curious finger a stream of hot water into the deep, narrow crevice between the full cheeks.
Marcia spat the running water from her mouth. She kissed Harry's wet gray hair. "Go ahead." She caressed his neck as his fingertip found her anus and pressed inward, as his other fingers rubbed her clitoris.
She pressed her rump back against his hand. She asked, over the hissing spray, "Are you an ass man, Harry? Want to fuck me there?"
He pushed his finger deeper into her anal sphincter. He gave up sucking her nipple to lift his head and kiss her on the lips. He answered, "Yes… and Corri, too? In the ass?"
"Of course, dear… you can fuck my little girl in the ass."
Harry trembled. He rotated his fingers on her clitoris. The inside of her large vulva was slippery, almost juicy with natural lubrication. Marcia was hot!
He plunged two fingers into her vagina. She was loose and deep. He slipped in a third finger.
She kissed him passionately.
He drove a second finger into her anus. The rubbery, puckered hole yielded reluctantly.
She jerked slightly, then pushed her ass back against his hand deep between her buttocks, seeking more penetration.
He wormed the fingers in to their second joints. He finger-fucked her with both hands. His penis stuck out like a white lever from the plump cave of his loins. He wanted to use his penis! It was hard, and he was ready. To hell with his heart!
Harry had an idea. It thrilled him. He told her, "Turn around." And at the same time he took the long, dangling, forgotten dildoe from her hand.
Marcia turned. "You want to fuck me in the ass, Harry?" He nodded. "Anywhere." She bent over. Some of her long black hair came unstuck from her shoulders and hung, swaying, running water in a cascade. She laughed and reached back to pull the fleshy white globes of her ass apart.
He wanted to try it… everything. He had never in his life done it in an ass. So why not now?
He cursed his interfering rolls and sags of belly. He pushed the head of his penis at the puckered brownish-red entrance. He pushed. He gripped her hips and pushed and felt the muscles yield.
His glans was in her asshole! He excitedly jabbed it in as far as his belly permitted. He hunched over her, straining and puffing. There was a forbidden pleasure… a squeezing friction in her asshole!
He remembered the dildoe in his left hand. He held it by one end and reached back behind his own buttocks and slid it in between his thighs, past his hanging scrotum, and nudged it into Marcia's crotch.
She was puzzled for an instant, then reached under and felt the latex head. "Harry – you old devil!"
She guided it into her vagina.
Harry slid it into her from behind his own ass. He didn't know how much of it was in her. His grip was on the opposite latex glans and his fist was thumping away below his buttocks, awkwardly, and he felt the shaft rubbing wetly between his thighs, jostling his scrotum.
Then he kept his gripping hand in place at the back of his crotch and fucked her in the ass again, with the dildoe moving with him. He was fucking her in two places at once! He laughed and grunted and fucked in the hot spraying water.
Marcia waggled her ass provocatively. "Can you make it this way, Harry? Can you come? God, you feel good in me… both of you." She laughed. "Would you believe I've never done this before? Oh, it's wild!"
Harry tightened his thighs on the dildoe. It was a part of him now; it was lodged snugly up against his crotch. He fucked hard and fast. He gasped and puffed and felt a weird, pressured glow in his penis. His glans was grazing in and out of Marcia's anus, right in the ring of clenching muscles. Beyond the sphincter was a nothingness, a softness that brought no sensation at all.
Marcia was in a stooping position, writhing her hips, jerking in smooth coital moves, hands braced on her knees. "Umm, God, Harry, it's getting to me…"
His breath was a ragged wind in his chest. His penis was on fire somehow. He had never felt such a sensation before. A strange hot fist was tightening on his prostate… tightening, burning. Great groaning sobs were torn from his throat. "HUHHHUHH…" His vision darkened and filled with whorls of light and sparks of color. The burning in his penis possessed him and turned molten! He jabbed frenziedly in and out of her anus. He forgot to hold the dildoe. It flopped from her vagina and fell to the tiled shower floor. Harry's penis jumped and spasmed in her anus. He didn't know if any semen was spurted into her. His insides felt scoured and twisted, like slag. He slumped away from Marcia and leaned weakly against the tiled shower wall. The continuing spray of hot water pelted his belly and half-hidden genitals.
Marcia turned and straightened. "You liked that, didn't you? Are you all right?"
He nodded. His legs felt weak. His heart was fluttering again. He would have to rest on the bed for a while…
Marcia knelt and lathered her hands with the small pink bar of motel soap. She cupped his genitals in her hands and washed him there. She asked, "What kind of a booster did you take? You're still half hard!"
Harry looked down at her lush white nakedness and wanted her! The aphrodisiac was working powerfully in his system.
When Marcia had rinsed him, he left the shower. He grabbed a towel and went out into the main room.
Corri was lying on the bed, watching a variety show on TV. Her skinny legs were crossed tightly. She watched him sit heavily on a padded luggage bench and begin to dry himself.
She said, grinning, "I heard you two in there." She uncrossed her thighs and showed him the vibrator humming away, half in her vagina. "I'm sure glad you brought this thing."
The shower was turned off. Marcia came out of the bathroom with a towel. She tossed the long rubbery dildoe onto the bed. "Baby, if it's okay with Harry, I'm going to need you in a minute." Marcia toweled her wet hair vigorously.
Harry asked, "For what?"
Marcia patted her big breasts with the towel. "I'm ready! I've been needing attention since you started sucking my nipples. That business in the shower… You watch, Harry. Maybe it'll turn you on and you'll be rested enough to use Corri again." She rubbed the towel down her legs.
Harry nodded. He glanced at his waterproof wristwatch. It was only a few minutes past nine. He said, "Do whatever you want."
Marcia finished toweling herself. She went to her purse and brought out a tube of lubricant. She sat on the bed and picked up the dildoe. She looked hesitantly at Harry.
He said, "What?"
"Can I use that rubber extension with all the things on it?"
He shrugged. His eyes widened when she took the item from the bedside table where it had been put aside earlier. She pushed and tugged it onto one end of the long dildoe. The soft flanges, ridges, and bumps made the dildoe an amazing object – like a rubber imitation of some vicious medieval club. And it was thick at the end now, as thick as Corri's forearm.
But Marcia's eyes were hot as she squeezed out dollops of the gel-like lubricant and smeared the stuff over more than half the length of the shaft plus the extension.
Corri pulled the vibrator out of herself and turned it off. She put it aside as her mother handed her the prepared dildoe.
Corri held it by its dry end. She made as if to hit her mother over the head with it. The dildoe flexed and whipped in a six-inch arc.
Corri giggled and looked at Harry. "Mom really digs this. It's a good show."
Marcia said, "Don't be cute, baby." She didn't seem embarrassed. She adjusted a pillow under her head, raised her knees and let her thighs fall wide open. Her bushy delta was split by a red-lipped slit that gaped to show pink, wet flesh inside.
Harry left the bench and came to the big bed. He had to see up close. He wheezed into position next to Corri.
Marcia smiled at Harry. "All right, baby… now!" She closed her eyes.
Corri used one hand to part further her mother's vulva lips. Then she put the big, variegated end of the extension in against the small slightly gaping opening of the vagina.
Harry saw Marcia's clitoris, a pink grapelike bump of shiny flesh, almost like a tumor, swollen from between iiplike folds above the vagina.
Corri pushed the dildoe, turned it, twisted it, and the thick, multi-protrusioned extension sank into the expanded opening.
Marcia gave a sighing, pleased, "Ahh…"
Corri pushed the dildoe deeper. The whole of the extension – four-and-one-half inches – disappeared. Inches of the thick, supple, dildoe shaft went in.
Corri said, "Say when."
"I will, baby." Marcia sighed as the slick imitation penis penetrated further and further up into her belly.
Harry estimated she had taken the extension plus three inches of smooth dildoe shaft when she made a small stop sound. She had over seven and one half inches of rubber prick in her.
Corri let loose of the implement. The dildoe projected from Marcia's body obscenely, a shaped glans at the end, with about seven inches of shaft in the air.
Corri gave the dildoe a small slap. It waggled. She laughed. She slapped it again, making the flexing movement more extreme.
Marcia lifted her head and looked. "Feels odd…" There was a small action-reaction waggle in her distended vagina. She lowered her head to the pillow. "Fuck me, baby."
Corri said, "Now the work part." She gripped the shaft at a point snugly up against her mother's spread vulva. She pulled the dildoe out until half the bulging extension was clear, glistening, then thrust the whole of it back into her mother until her fist smacked her mother's open vulva and the knuckle of her thumb bumped the sensitive, protruding clitoris.
Marcia went, "Uhh!"
Corri shifted her legs slightly and braced herself with her other hand on the bed. She pulled the dildoe out and plunged it in again, hard! Again! Again!
"Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!" Marcia grunted happily. She began a fucking movement, lifting her pelvis to welcome the deep, ruthless plunges of the thick, club like combination of dildoe and knobbed extension. Her feet pressed down into the bed. Her arms were flung wide. Her belly tensed and relaxed…
After about a hundred pullings and pushings Corri began to tire. "Mom…"
"Don't stop!" Marcia was sheened with sweat. Deep-throated groans of pleasure came from her. She had climaxed once and was obviously close to a second powerful orgasm.
Corri had switched from one arm to the other. "My arms are dead." She looked to Harry. "You do it for a while."
Harry nodded. He was enthralled by the artificial fucking. He traded positions with Corri. He gripped the dildoe and pushed it deep into Marcia. He was surprised at the resistance there was in spite of the copious natural lubrication that coated the dildoe and extension. He realized, as he continued fucking Marcia with the massive implement, that she was clamping down on it, tightening her vagina around it, as she approached her peak.
She groaned, "Faster and harder… use your weight…"
His weight afforded him some leverage. He thrust the thick round artificial prick deep and smacked her open, slippery vulva with his gripping fist.
Marcia quivered. "GOD – yes! Oh, more…"
He obliged her. He speeded the thrusts and put more power into them. His thumb joint seemed to crush her swollen clitoris with each smacking, wet impact. He began to pant from the exertion and from arousal. He identified with that deep-plunging prick. It was him in her so far, giving her so much pleasure. Yes, it was old graying Harry, the usually impotent lover! More, she wanted? He'd give her more! He began edging his grip further back on the shaft, little by little, sending a quarter-inch more… a half-inch more into her spasming depths.
Harry was sweating too, wild-eyed with his own excitement. With his free hand he grabbed Corri's hand and pulled it to his rigid penis. "Play with me – suckme!"
Marcia was beginning to thrash and shudder. Her vulva leaped to take the ever deepening thrusts. "Ahhhh – God! Jesus God! Oh, Harry!" Her voice tore apart into a series of high-pitched groans as she reached her ecstasy. Her hands clawed the bedding. Her face was mottled, her head thrown back, neck and throat straining, eyes wide and glazed, mouth wide open, gaping, big, quivering breasts heaving, her chest drawing huge, fast lungfuls of air.
Corri had been infected by the maddened sexuality of her mother and Harry. She squirmed quickly between his fat legs and seized his penis with her lips. Her small hands enclosed his scrotum and the throbbing base of his shaft. She made small passion sounds as she sucked. Her tongue was a wet, velvety serpent against his exquisitely sensitive glans.
Harry snorted and moaned and gasped. The strange, intense, different glow of pleasure that had come to him when fucking Marcia in the ass was coming on strong in his groin now. A weird, burning sensation of constriction was in his vitals. His chest began to hurt. His pulse boomed in his head. He didn't care. "Suck," he gasped. "Suck!"
He kept on thrusting the punishing length of dildoe into Marcia's stretched vagina. But she was quieting; her muscles loosened and the latex truncheon went in and out easily now.
Marcia begged, "Not so much…" She seemed too weak to stop him if he persisted in the extremely deep plunges. Her belly muscles continued to flex with each massive penetration.
Harry barely heard her. His attention was wholly within himself. Corri's tight, saliva-warm mouth was sucking… sucking… SUCKING! Sucking his hot, writhing guts out!
He fell backwards. His hand pulled the dildoe completely out of Marcia. It came from her with a liquid suctioning sound. She wailed.
Harry's thighs fell open like a woman's. Corri greedily followed and kept her sweet young face buried in his hairy center. Her head moved up and down like a pump.
He gasped, "I'm dying…" His penis was an ingot of iron, red-hot to him, jerking with empty spasms as not a drop of semen shot from it into Corri's slithering mouth. His loins were molten, wrenching, tearing open his mind. He didn't care if it killed him.
But he didn't die. He lay gasping for long moments after Corri had left him. He wondered if he could survive another such orgasm.
Marcia left the bed and returned with a warm, damp washcloth. She wiped his face and neck and chest and belly.
Corri unconcernedly returned to watching TV.
Marcia said, "Let's get something to eat," She patted Harry's stomach. "Couldn't you use a steak about now, lover?"
He sat up. "Yes, definitely."
They dressed. They left the room and went to the motel-inn's restaurant.
Forty-five minutes later Harry led them back. He felt much better with a salad and a fine rare steak in his stomach working with two martinis.
He still had a tingle in his penis. But there was also an overlay of tiredness on his muscles. He sighed deeply often. He wanted to sleep now. But he couldn't waste the rest of the night! He had paid so much!
In the room there was a silence at first, almost as if they were strangers again, as if nothing had happened between them. They were ail dressed.
But Harry said simply, "Undress. Get naked."
Marcia easily began taking off her things. "You got some zap left in you?"
Corri pouted. She reluctantly took off her dress. "I'll bet he chokes up again."
Harry put his hand on her small, round breasts. "I am going to eat you, little girl." He chuckled.
"I knew he'd get around to that!" Corri, surprisingly, flushed and turned away. She took off her panties quickly.
Marcia was naked. She helped Harry off with his shoes and socks and tugged his pants down and off his bare feet. She whispered in his ear, "Corri loves to be eaten."
Harry asked aloud, "Who doesn't?" He climbed onto the king-size bed and gestured the girl to him.
Corri came to him, not quite meeting his eyes. Her pink, budlike nipples were sticking out, aroused.
"How is it done best, eh? I don't know."
Corri was incredulous. "Haven't you ever done it before?"
"Once my wife twenty years ago. She never let me again. I mean, for me I'm fat, so what is the best position to eat this little pussy?" He patted Corri's bare little mound.
Marcia smiled. "Show him, baby."
Corri looked at the blanket. "I can sit on your chest when you're laying down, or you can just do it like when I'm on my back…"
Marcia added, "A good way is for you to sit on the floor beside the bed, Harry, and have her put her legs out over your shoulders."
Harry had an idea. "You show me how. You do it. Get her hot for me."
Corri said, "I don't want my mother to eat me. I don't like that lesbian stuff."
"He's paying for it, baby."
Corri's full, pink lips firmed. She scowled. "I want a new bike if I do."
Marcia said firmly, "We'll talk about that in the morning. Now come on… let's give Harry our gay show."
Harry asked, "Doesn't she enjoy it if you do it?"
Marcia chuckled. "Of course." She took Corri into her arms. She lifted a breast and guided a fat nipple to the child's lips.
Corri avoided the big nipple for a few seconds, then reluctantly took it into her mouth. She brought her hands up and molded the heavy white flesh. Her big brown eyes closed. She sucked.
Marcia stroked her little girl's head. "That's my baby. Get mother going…"
Harry shifted closer. "I'll suck, too." He found the other nipple with an eager mouth. His cheek rubbed that of Corri as they both nursed on Marcia's large, engorged teats.
Marcia soon was breathing fast. "Now," she whispered, "Now, baby…" She gently disengaged from Harry. She laid Corri on her back and began licking and sucking the little girl's hard, applelike breasts.
After a few minutes Corri was stirring restlessly.
Marcia was stroking the girl's slender body with knowing hands. She mouthed the tiny nipples lingeringly, then kissed her child passionately on the mouth.
Corri kept her eyes tightly closed.
Harry was becoming excited again, from watching. Marcia was truly aroused, truly enjoying arousing her own daughter.
Marcia was now obviously tongue-kissing Corri. The child made mewing sounds of helpless passion. Her tongue was obviously responding to her mother's.
Marcia's left hand was cupped over Corri's naked pussy, and Marcia's middle finger was stroking in and out.
Harry grasped his penis. It was hard and tingling. He began slowly to masturbate.
Marcia had Corri ready; the little girl writhed under her mother's kisses and finger-fucking. Her thin arms and legs jerked erratically.
Marcia began to kiss down Corri's white, boyish form. In a moment she had settled her head between the child's now-raised skinny thighs. Marcia brushed her long black hair carefully out of the way.
Corri had turned her face away from Harry's view. She was breathing fast.
Marcia kissed the child's white, prepubescent mound, the slitlike vulva. She kissed open-mouthedly, wetly, fervently. Harry could see Marcia's skillful tongue snake out and enter the slightly parted immature vulva.
Corri made a whimpering sound. Her thigh muscles twitched. Her small hands moved to rest with nervous fingers on her mother's gently moving head.
Harry masturbated faster.
Marcia now had her lush mouth fastened tightly to her daughter's slit. She was bringing the girl to orgasm.
Corri undulated against her mother's face. She was panting. Her toes curled down. Her fingers tangled in her mother's hair and fisted as she spasmed. She whimpered, "Oh, Mommy…"
Marcia didn't stop eating her daughter. She continued tonguing the tiny, hidden clitoris.
Corri peaked again quickly.
Harry said, "Let me!"
Marcia lifted her head, wet-mouthed, and rolled aside.
Harry took her place. He pressed his mouth to the child's flushed, open vulva. He licked his tongue into her. She tasted vaguely, slightly acidy, yet was not unpleasant. He slurped against her and licked hard in her pink groove.
Corri trembled. Her hands came to his thin gray hair and clutched his head tight. "Do that again!"
He lapped his tongue firmly into her wet, pink groove. He licked upward with all the force in his tongue muscles.
She trembled again. Her hands pulled, urging his mouth tighter to her. "More. More."
Harry did it again and again. Each time a tremor passed through the child's body. Each time the tremor was more powerful.
Harry snorted and gasped for air and licked forcefully until his tongue was aching.
Corri was whimpering, a shudder racking her, now. She pushed her crotch tighter and tighter against his face. Her hands threatened to tear his hair out.
He managed to keep up his powerful licking. His tongue felt as if it were tearing free at the roots.
Corri's skinny thighs locked against his fat neck. She began to sob. A spasm rippled through her, another, causing her to cry out as if in agony. She abruptly pushed at his head and kicked free. She rolled away onto her stomach and buried her face in the bedding, crying weakly.
Marcia soothed her. "I know, baby. It gets too strong sometimes…"
Harry struggled to sit up. He knew what he wanted. He had one more orgasm left in him, he felt, and he knew how he wanted to get it. He said, "I want to see Corri eat you, I want her to make you come!"
Marcia asked, "Can it wait a few minutes?"
"No! Now! And I will fuck her in the ass while she is eating you!" Harry had his penis in hand, caressing its precious hardness.
Marcia seemed about to refuse. Then she shrugged. "Baby…" She tried to turn Corri over.
Corri resisted. "I don't want him to do that to me. It hurts!"
"We'll use the pain stuff I have in my purse. Like last time."
"I hate doing it!"
"Baby, we have to. It'll only be once and it won't last long. Come on now."
Corri let herself be turned over. She refused to look at Harry.
Marcia got her purse and took out a small tube of ointment with a surface sensation-deadener in it. She squeezed some onto a finger and worked it gently around and into Corri's small anus.
Marcia said to Harry, "Grease up. And go easy. She's still a child, remember."
Harry coated his penis with lubricant.
Marcia settled down onto her back. She opened her thighs for her daughter. To Harry she said, "Wait a couple minutes for the stuff I worked into her to take effect."
Then Marcia signaled to Corri who had lain silent but for an occasional watery hiccup.
Corri crawled between her mother's widespread thighs. The child didn't lie flat, but crouched with her head and shoulders down, but with her narrow hips up.
She used her thumbs to part her mother's thick-lipped, bushy vulva. She sniffled and daintily began licking the extended, visible clitoris.
Harry watched and waited impatiently.
Gradually, Marcia began to enjoy the light, delicate caress of her daughter's agile little tongue. She began to sigh. She whispered, "You always do it so beautifully, baby…"
Harry grunted as he got up on his knees on the bed and moved around behind the girl.
When he put his hands on her thin hips, Corri tensed. Marcia said, between sighs, "Go easy, Harry."
"I will, I will." He looked down at the child's taut, narrow buttocks, at the shiny area between the cheeks where Marcia had applied the salve, at the tiny, puckered anus, so clean and actually pink. Everything about a young girl was pink and white, he observed. So virginal. So unused and fresh.
He looked over Corri's sloping back to Marcia's full-blown body. Magnificent breasts, erect nipples. Lovely face soft and loose now with pleasure.
Corri continued to lick her mother's protruding clitoris.
Harry poked his penis gently between the girl's cheeks. She tensed again. He used one hand to guide the head. Up against the anus. He pressed forward. He had to grip her hips. The head went in, Corri gave a high-pitched groan, and raised her head to look to her mother for help.
But Marcia said, "It'll be over soon. He isn't too big."
Harry was surprised at how easily he penetrated into her rectum once his glans had broached the child's tight anus. He went in and in, seeking more tightness, some friction. Finally he had fitted his loins and overhanging belly tight against Corri's buttocks, and his penis was buried in too-soft, too-yielding softness. He began gliding his penis in in-and-out movements. The constriction and "fight" of the anus was where the pleasure lay for him. His strokes became short and shallow. Yes… yes!
Corri cried softly and resumed licking into her mother's puffed vulva.
Harry sawed his glans in her gripping ring of anal sphincter muscles. The pleasure was keen and sharp and increasing, expanding in his loins, filling his awareness with soft, lightning-like sensation. The peculiar burning was back, too, in his penis root, low in his abdomen. It opened like a fist in his guts, hot and acute. Harry fucked Corri's ass faster. His breath came in rasping pants. He glared, openmouthed, down at Marcia, who was petting Corri's moving head. His heart hammered in his chest. The edges of his vision blurred and darkened. Sweat rivuleted down the creases in his fat, Harry was possessed! The sweet, burning, cutting ecstasy was beyond relief! It was all worth it, even if he died now. He heard a strange coughing, barking sound and realized it was coming from his mouth. But the exquisite rapture that radiated from his penis – pistoning in Corri's ass – was too strong, too strong, too powerful to stop, to want to stop!
He trembled and shivered and his strokes became wildly erratic. He swayed on his knees. A great vise was clamping his chest. The incredible pleasure was going, fading… He fell back on the bed, sucking air, wheezing. His vision was filled with warps and black spots. He waited for death, but it didn't come.
Marcia got a warm, damp washcloth again and wiped his clammy skin. "That should be all for you, Harry. I don't think your heart could take another one like that."
He nodded.
A few minutes later he closed his eyes. An instant later, it seemed, he awoke and it was day, with a warm sun pouring golden warmth through the closed draperies across the big window. Marcia and Corri were gone.
Unwillingness on the part of Harry's wife to vary their sexual life, to experiment, to broaden the horizons of sex in their marriage, was undoubtedly a strongly contributing factor in Harry's uninhibited, if not criminal, sexual binge. It is interesting to see to what excesses a repressed individual will resort once released to do so; however, it would be even more interesting to unearth the psychosexual history of Marcia, who made a ten-year-old whore out of her daughter. Which is tragic.