"Christ, Greta, after all this time I still can't believe your tits are so fucking big and beautiful," Cyril said as he fondled one of the massive breasts and prepared to suck it.
"I'm glad you like my tits, lover. I like the things you do to them," the big, Germanic-looking blonde sighed as she lay across the rumpled bed.
"Not just your tits. I love all of you – your face, your ass, your cunt, your whole body. I even love to suck your toes. You're the most beautiful woman in the world, and probably the horniest."
"I know I'm the horniest, Cyril, especially right at this moment. When you finish with my tits, I want to sit on your face again. I never get tired of that."
"Yes, you beautiful bitch, I know it. I'll just give these tits a quick sucking and then you can sit on my face. One day you're going to smother me to death that way, you know."
"Don't worry, lover, I'd never do that. I want to keep you around. You're a beautiful lover. You're handsome, rich and generous."
"And you don't think I'm too old for you?" he asked.
"Silly. You're only forty-six, just eleven years older than I, and you have the strong cock of a teenager. You get better as you go along. Suck my tits now and then I'll sit on your face. Later, I'm going to need a pee, and you know what that means when I'm in this mood."
Greta saw him tremble a little, then she fed a tit into his mouth and rubbed his head lovingly as he sucked.
Cyril sucked voraciously as though trying to get the whole breast into his mouth, though that would be quite impossible. But for all their size, her massive tits jutted as firmly as they had when she was twenty.
Her European mother had taught her many beauty secrets, and Greta followed them all so that at thirty-five, not only her tits, but all of her body boasted the firmness of youth, and her skin was smoother than silk.
One of those secrets involved keeping her body protected from the sun, so that her skin glowed milky white, contrasting excitingly with the black lingerie she liked the wear.
Cyril had sensed a certain sexuality about Greta when she came to apply for the job of housekeeper for which he had advertised. He had looked boldly at the cleavage of the tits he wanted to bare and touch, and her smile had told him he would be welcome to do so.
On her first night on the job, she had shared his bed, and had done so ever since, doing the job as no woman before had ever done. Until Greta, he had considered himself a master of the erotic arts, but she had taught him many new tricks, and delighted in doing so.
"There," Cyril said with satisfaction as he finished sucking the second tit and stared at the elongated nipple, the biggest he had ever seen, "that should hold those beautiful big tits for now. My face is cold. Do you think you know how to warm it up for me?" he asked as he turned and lay on his back, his cock throbbing, his eyes shining with hot desire which would not be slaked for a long time.
"Yes, my little boy. You just lie like that and Mummy will warm your face for you, with her big ass and cunt. My little boy likes Mummy to do that, doesn't he?"
"Oh yes, yes, show it to me, Greta, show me all of it and then sit on my face. You know how much I love it when you do that."
As he lay trembling, Greta knelt up, then swung a leg slowly over him, letting him look at the cunt which was always so receptive, so hot, so juicy, then she just knelt above him and played with her big tits while he looked up into her crotch and at the lower slopes of her perfectly rounded ass cheeks.
By nature, Cyril was a strong-willed, dominant man, but he loved playing the game she had taught him, the game in which he was an innocent little boy, and she was his mother, his very sexy mother who did such exciting things to him and with him.
While lust oozed through the pores of his skin, he reached up and fondled the big smooth thighs, working upward until he had a hand on her luscious ass and another in her crotch, where she was more than warm. The thick, pink lips of her cunt seemed to pout, but as he stroked them gently, he knew that in a little while they would have nothing to pout about as his mouth wet them and his tongue penetrated them, licking and driving her wild as she climaxed with the fierce intensity with which she always did it.
"My little boy is very naughty to touch Mummy's cunt like that," she scolded. "I think I shall give him some punishment now. I am going to sit on his face and rub him with my big ass and my hot pussy. Lie still like a good little boy, here comes Mummy's ass and cunt."
Cyril caught his breath and stared hotly upward as he watched her coming slowly down to him, her knees moving apart, the lovely crotch moving very slowly downward, and then he heard her sigh as her ass touched his nose, telling him which way she was going to start the game.
The smooth, warm crack of her ass moved a little, then it was on his nose, pressing down, capturing it. She pressed down hard until the tip of his nose felt her asshole. It was smooth and clean and wildly exciting as it always was, and then it became more exciting as she rubbed subtly back and forth for a little while before she pressed down more firmly and opened the hole so that his nose could push a little bit into it.
"There, my bad little boy, you have your nose up Mummy's asshole now," she told him, her tone husky with passion. "If Mummy should happen to fart now, you would be trapped with your nose up her hole. I could hold you right there with my great big behind."
It was a threat she often made but never kept, Cyril thought, and suspected that one day he would ask her to carry out the threat. For the time being though, he was more than content to lay in the warm captivity of her beautiful big ass, his cock throbbing strongly, his balls threatening to explode.
Greta sat on his nose a little longer, then moved and began massaging his face with the cheeks of her ass. Cyril loved having his face rubbed with the silken cheeks, but was more excited by the certain knowledge that in just a little while, her hot, soft cunt would be in his mouth, and she would be urging him on as he sucked and licked it, his face in the warm captivity of her smooth crotch.
"There… there… there," she panted in the tone which always so excited him, "Mummy has given your face a nice rubbing with her big ass. Now she is going to put her cunt on your mouth and you are going to suck it. Are you going to suck Mummy's hot, juicy cunt, Cyril?"
"Yes, Mummy. I'll suck your pretty cunt and feel your pretty ass. I'll suck you a whole lot, Mummy, and I'll make you come, and then you'll rub your wet pussy all over my face," he told her, his tone eager as she raised her ass a little above his face so that he could see the tasty, pink gash, could hunger for it as he invariably did.
He heard Greta sigh, and then she lowered her crotch to his face, the soft lips of her cunt on his mouth. For a few seconds, she rubbed subtly, and then held her body still. Cyril caught the big ass cheeks with two hands, and as he fondled them, he began sucking warm, tasty cunt.
In his time, Cyril had lapped many cunts since a mature woman had taught him the art when he was a boy of eighteen, but none had ever thrilled him the way Greta's did. He couldn't be sure why her pussy so thrilled him. It was always clean, yet with the same thrilling aroma of musk. He sensed that a big factor was the bigness of her smooth ass cheeks and thighs, the firmness of them and the intense warmth of her crotch. Whatever it was, he loved it, and sucked greedily and very wetly, filling her slit with saliva and sucking it back out after it had been marinated with the natural juices of her twat, of which there was always a plentiful supply.
Her big body jerked strongly and her cunt pressed on his mouth when he sent his tongue into her slit, then his hands tightened their grip on her ass cheeks as he lapped where she was so hot and juicy.
As she rode his face, Greta squeezed and rubbed her big tits, looking at their reflection in the mirror with lust shining in her eyes. Until Cyril, she had thought that only another woman could really lap a cunt the way it should be done, but he had changed her thinking with his exciting style of cunt lapping, as well as his other erotic talents.
Greta felt herself building toward climax and knew it was going to be another beautiful one. She neither tried to rush nor resist as she felt her muscles getting tense. Then they reached the stage where they were as tight as fiddle strings, and they held that way as his tongue continued to lick on and around her clit. Then she was wailing in a beautiful orgasm, and her wet crotch was rubbing hotly all over his face, smearing his mouth, nose, and cheeks and forehead with the warm, sticky, mingled juices of her cunt. As so often happened, the come went on and on, seemingly for hours, each spasm being followed by yet another until they finally stopped and she sighed, her body glowing with content as she continued to give Cyril the cunt facial which he so loved.
"Oh, lover, what a glorious come you gave me," she said, sighing again as she raised her crotch from his face, her big tits swaying proudly above him. "Do you want to stick that beautiful cock in me now?"
"I'm just about ready for that, now that you mention it," he replied as he sat up, his face shining with moisture.
"That's nice. Where do you want to stick it, dear? Pick a place, anyplace you like. I'm all cunt for you, lover."
"I think I'll have you bend over on all fours and then I'll decide whether to fuck your cunt or your ass. I can never decide which I prefer."
Eagerly, she turned over, and then she was down on all fours, her knees wide apart, her tits hanging heavily, her plump ass and wet cunt beautifully presented to her employer and lover, the sexiest man she had ever known.
Crouching behind the big woman, Cyril began fondling her ass with both hands, thinking again of how beautiful she was. For some men, she would be too big, but not for Cyril. At six-foot-one and a hundred eighty-five pounds, she was the perfect size. That she was three inches taller and ten pounds heavier than he only made her more exciting.
As he gently touched her cunt, he marveled at how so big a woman could have so small a pussy, the lips as small and soft and tender as a little girl. He had been fucking and sucking it for more than a year, yet it was still as thrillingly tight as the first time, he thought as he stroked it while she purred contentedly.
"I think I'll fuck you both ways," he told her, and gently parted the lips of her snatch as he knelt behind her, his cock throbbing strongly.
"Oh yes, lover, that will be so beautiful," Greta told him. "My cunt will make your prick nice and slippery, so it will get up my asshole more easily. I love it when you give me that double fuck."
It was obvious that Cyril loved it too as he rubbed the head of his tool over the wet surface of her pussy, teasing her with it and causing her to shudder with lust which kept mounting. Then she felt his cock pause between the lips of her twat. He gave a little push and then let out a low, quavering groan as the head of his cock stretched her slit and pushed into it. While Greta panted, her big tits swaying, he slowly fed cock to her until she had it all in her cunt and he could feel her strong cunt muscles closing tightly around it, as she loved to do.
Cyril gripped her well-fleshed hips, gave them a squeeze, and then he began giving her a slow fucking. She had sucked his cock only a few hours earlier, had drained his balls, and he knew he was good for a long, lovely ride on her magnificent ass.
He used long strokes, and with each one, his belly slapped her behind with a little spanking sound, which added to the excitement of the fuck for the two of them. He went on with the fucking for about five minutes, then pressed tightly against her ass as he told her he was going to take his cock out of her cunt and stick it up her ass.
Cyril pulled it out slowly and Greta felt empty as he took his hand off his cock to allow it to cool for a few seconds, then it was pushing between the big cheeks of her ass, pressing against the tight pink ring which looked much too small to take a man's cock.
She let out a little gasp when he pushed and, after resisting for a second, her asshole opened wide as the head of his cock pushed slowly into it, stretching it so that she groaned, but he knew the sound had nothing to do with pain or protest. She loved having her asshole fucked by Cyril, and there were times when he wasn't around and she would use a carrot to bugger herself, pretending it was his prick.
He paused for a little while with just the head of his cock up her ass, and then he adjusted his grip on her smooth hips and began slowly feeding it to her, less than an inch at a time, smiling as he thought that half the fun is getting there. He knew he had arrived when he pressed tightly against her ass, pushed again but had nothing left to give her.
"Oh yes, you beautiful man, you lovely lover," she panted, "You have all of your prick up my asshole. It feels so good, lover! Fuck me, lover, fuck my big ass and make me know I'm getting it!"
And fuck her he did, using the same slow stroking style he had used in her cunt, making her tits sway as his tummy slapped her arched ass. Taking his eyes off her for a minute, he watched the reflection in the big mirror as though he were watching another man ass-fucking another woman.
Being a voyeur at heart, he loved to watch their reflections in the mirror, no matter what they were doing, even during those thrilling sessions in the bathroom when she pissed on him and, after taking the hot shower for a while, he would move a little farther down and open his mouth to thrill her by drinking her piss.
His prick felt so good in the tightness of her asshole, but as he looked at their reflections, he was peeping through a window, watching strangers. Cyril had been fucking her tight ass for close to five minutes when he realized that despite the earlier blowjob, he wasn't going to be able to last much longer. That being the case, he decided that rather than trying to fight it, he would go along with it.
Renewing his grip, he pushed his cock slowly all the way into her ass, then began riding fast, nuts flying as he hammered her ass with his belly, his panting and labored breathing sounding loud in the quiet room, as loud as Greta's.
She knew what was about to happen, and while she was sorry that the ass-fucking would soon end, she was excited too as she waited to feel him jerking against her ass as he pumped his man cream up her dirt chute, as she liked to call it.
Sweat was trickling down Cyril's naked body as he hammered her ass while his cock pistoned in her hole. Then he threw his head back, tightened his grip on her, then rammed his cock into her, hard, and left it there, buried in the tightness of her ass as he felt his jism shooting into her.
Despite all she had sucked from him earlier, he was able to give her a liberal dose of juice, and then he left his spent cock buried in her while they talked of how thrilling the ass-fucking had been for both of them.
"You really know how to look after a woman, lover," Greta told him with a little sigh. "When you've fucked me, I really know I've been fucked!"
"That's as it should be, Greta," he told her as he looked down at her beautiful ass. "You're more a woman than anyone I've ever known, and I want to keep you happy and horny."
"Do you think your prick has had enough for one night?" she asked, smiling at him over her shoulder, her blonde hair looking beautiful even in disarray.
"It's had enough for the time being," he told her, "but we have some talking to do, and by the time we're finished, who knows, I just might get hard again. If I do, perhaps I'll have you make a cunt of your lovely tits and fuck you there."
"Oh yes, darling. You know how I love it when you fuck my tits and shoot your cream into my mouth and all over my face. Let's start talking and hope you can get your cock up again. Jesus Christ, I'm so horny tonight!"
"You're horny every night and every day and that's one of the reasons I love you so much," Cyril said as he pulled his spent cock out of her ass and went to pour drinks for them.
Cyril had inherited his father's estate during his final year of college, and in doing so, changed his lifestyle and his plans. He dropped out of college, bought a thousand acre farm about fifteen miles from the city, then settled down to enjoy the life of a gentleman farmer.
He raised horses and girl so that the farm more or less paid for itself, and he devoted his time and energy to enjoying life, especially the sexual aspects of it.
Women were frequent visitors to the farm, beautiful young women who liked to play all the games or who were willing to learn. He tried a number of housekeepers, but they all left eventually, disapproving of such things as Cyril and his playmates running naked around the house, playing, sucking and fucking wherever and whenever they chose.
It was then that he decided that what he needed was a younger, sexy woman who could enjoy joining in sexual games, but who would still look after the place and keep it looking good and him well fed as well as well fucked. Greta had filled the bill admirably. She was a perfect housekeeper as well as a swinging sex partner, yet she never complained when he brought another woman to the house and, if that woman happened to be so inclined, Greta enjoyed jumping in bed with her to entertain her employer with lesbian fun and games.
But all that was due for change, a change that was to result from the death of one of his brothers and his wife who left three children behind. The nineteen-year-old son posed no real problem since he was in school in Europe, but the eighteen-year-old twins, Jenny and John, were a different matter.
There was another brother, one who had been cut out of his father's will and was struggling to make ends meet. He was prepared to take the twins, and Cyril suspected it was because under the terms of the will of the twins' late parents, they would come into a big inheritance at the age of twenty.
Cyril wasn't concerned about their money, but the thought of having an eighteen-year-old girl in the house was another matter. The youngest girl he had ever fucked had been eighteen years old, and it had been thrilling. As he thought of his eighteen-year-old niece he became sexually aroused. When he discussed it with Greta, she gave a whoop of delight, telling Cyril that she had seduced a number of boys and was always thrilled by it.
"Think of what a ball we could have with the two of them here," she said, her eyes shining with excitement.
"I'm thinking of it, Greta, but I'm also thinking of the danger of spending a lot of time behind bars if they should get careless and talk among other kids."
"Who says they have to mix with other kids?" Greta asked.
"What about school?"
"The state department of education offers correspondence courses. I could help them and they'd get a perfectly good education. It would also mean tat they'd be at home all the time. They'd have the homes to ride, chores to do around the place, the creek for swimming. They wouldn't miss school or other kids at all, especially after we've trained them to fuck."
"Christ, Greta, you're as bad as I am. I thought you'd be at least hesitant about having a couple of kids around the place."
"You underestimate me, darling. I'm every bit as sexy as you. Their coming here would mean one sexual partner for you, a pretty little girl of eighteen, but for me it would mean two new partners to seduce. Just the thought of it makes me so horny I can smell smoke coming from my panties."
It had all been arranged then. The twins would remain in school until the end of the term, just two weeks away, and then they would come to the farm to live. It had been discussed with them and they were pleased, delighted to leave the city and live on the farm.
And that was what Cyril and Greta were discussing as they lay on the bed, resting from their orgy, her asshole still feeling a little bit stretched.
They talked of how they would go about seducing the twins, Greta assuring Cyril that the boy would be both easy and fun to seduce, but that the girl could be a bit more difficult.
"I don't think Jenny will pose any real problem though," she went on, "not after she watches her brother playing with me in the nude, sucking my cunt and fucking me. She'll want to find out what it's all about, you'll see, lover."
"I'm sure you're right, Greta. Christ, think of how she'll look. Her little boobies will just be beginning to form, and if she has any hair at all on her pussy, it will be just like peach fuzz."
"Right, and sucking her little cunt will be like sucking a peach, I'll bet," Greta added, and licked her lips.
"And think of how tight her little slit will be," Cyril said, and felt his prick beginning to stir. "I can just picture it now, lying on top of that little naked body, probing her young crotch with my cock as she squirms. She may be frightened, but that doesn't matter. Her cunt will stretch as I shove my prick in it, but it will be so thrilling for me that I'll probably fire my load before I break her cherry."
"What the hell," Greta said, and gave a little laugh, "you'll just have to keep trying until you manage it. After all, you're a very patient man."
"I can be very patient when I think of the thrill of fucking a eighteen-year-old and doing all the other things with her. Of course, I'll want to watch when you seduce John."
"Of course, lover, but it would be better if you were not in the room, if he didn't know you were watching. We'll work out something so that you can peek without being seen. It'll take a long time seducing him, at least an hour, probably more. Innocent little boys can get so excited when they are being seduced. It's been more than a year, almost two, since I seduced a boy."
"Damn it, Greta, all this talk is making me feel horny as a goat, but I don't think I can get my prick to rise to attention."
"Let me suck on it a little. Perhaps that will help," Greta said as she moved down on the bed. Then she was playing with his cock, which showed a bit of promise, but not much.
"Close your eyes, lover," she told him, "and you can pretend I'm little Jenny playing with your pecker and sucking on it. She won't be doing that soon, dear. She'll really have to stretch her jaws to take so big a cock in her mouth."
Greta stopped talking and took his cock into her mouth. It was warm and wet and exciting there, Cyril thought, but as good as it felt as she sucked him, he still doubted that he was going to get a hard-on.
Despite her continued sucking, Greta had to face the fact that she couldn't stiffen his cock that way, or for that matter, in any way at all.
"Sorry I couldn't stiffen you, darling," she told him as she released his cock and sat up. "Right now, I have to get to the toilet. If I don't pee, this bed is going to get very wet."
"Wait a minute, that's it!" Cyril said with excitement as he sat up and felt his cock already starting to rise. "Get your bloomers and get into them. I'm going to be so hard so fast that it will astound you, angel."
"Oh Cyril, do you want me to pee on you?"
"You better believe it, angel. I'm glad you need that pee so badly. It means I'll probably get a nice, long shower."
"Believe it, lover," she said as she hurried off the bed, went to a dresser and took out a pair of pink rayon bloomers.
As she stepped into the garment, her tits went into exciting swaying action, and as he watched, Cyril felt his prick stirring more strongly. It wasn't a game they played often, but when they did, it drove him wild with passion.
He watched as she snugged the bloomers around her and then rubbed a hand slowly in her crotch. Cyril asked her if she could hold on for a while, and when she told him she could, he sent her to get drinks for them, his eyes following her big ass as she walked out of the room. He loved the look of her in the sexy little panties she usually wore, but from time to time, it was thrilling to see her big ass in old-fashioned rayon bloomers, her big ass cheeks making the fabric stretch to contain them.
She returned with the drinks, but remained standing with hers, walking around the room, assuming various sexy poses to add to his excitement. The sight of her and the thought of what they were going to do was enough so that he smiled with satisfaction as he looked down at his big prick, stiff and throbbing, as hard as it had been all evening.
Finishing their drinks, they went downstairs to a small bathroom with a tiled floor and a recessed drain. They usually used that room for pissing purposes because it made cleaning up easier than in any of the upstairs bathrooms.
Greta carried a sheet, which she folded and laid on the floor, and then Cyril lay on his back on it and looked again at his throbbing cock, amazed and delighted.
When Greta came to stand astride him Cyril sat up and felt his way to the crotch and seat of her bloomers, and he soon had her hips jerking with passion as he felt her up and talked of how her piss would soon be shooting through the rayon to shower him, and of how he would then take her wet bloomers down and fuck her hot cunt.
"Are you ready now, lover?" she asked. "I really can't hold it back much longer."
"I'm ready, you beautiful, horny bitch. I'm ready for you to tower me with your hot piss. Get ready to piss in your bloomers for me."
Sometimes when she gave him a piss shower, Cyril had her strip naked so that her stream would hit him hard and splashed them both, but other times he liked her to pee in her bloomers. The sight of it excited him and he liked too the way the fluid came through with reduced pressure as the wet circles spread over the pink rayon.
Greta knelt on all fours, her big ass arched a little below his face, her bloomers stretched seemingly to the maximum, and as he stared hotly, Cyril raised himself onto his elbows to provide an angle for the piss to run don his body and make the shower more complete, more exciting.
As always, Greta gave him time to wait for it, lowering her ass a little closer, and feeling her heart pounding as it always did when it was time to pee for him.
Cyril's eyes focused on the tightly stretched bloomers, and he trembled with arousal and anticipation until, without warning, he saw a wet spot appear. It widened, and then the piss was trickling in a relatively slow stream through the fabric and onto his chest.
It felt warm and exciting and he saw the little bubbles appear around the source of the stream being filtered through the rayon of her bloomers. His right hand moved up and pressed against the spot, forcing her piss to spread around the tight-fitting bloomers and making them wet over a much larger area, so that the wet rayon clung more excitingly to her ass, like a pink second skin.
The piss felt thrilling on his hand, as did the wet bloomers, then he took the hand away and allowed the stream to resume hitting his chest and trickling down his body, over the base of his stiff prick and his bans, trickling under his body to wet his ass.
When the stream began to lose its force, he moved a little farther down and heard her groan as he closed his eyes and moved his face, his mouth wide open, under the trickling stream. It was the part he loved most, when her warm pee washed his face and ran into his mouth.
The trickle ended and droplets of piss continued to fall from the wet panties as Cyril reached for the towel to wipe his eyes and forehead, then he sat up and fondled her wet bloomers with both hands, squeezing her big ass cheeks through the fabric. Soon, he knew, her panties would become cold and uncomfortable and she would want to take them off, but there was something he had to do first, something he had never done before.
Holding her by the hips, he brought his face to the wet bloomers, and then she gave a loud cry of surprise as she felt his mouth sucking the area where most of her piss had been filtered, where her bloomers were wettest. As he sucked greedily and noisily, swallowing what he was stealing from the garment, Greta trembled and became so wildly aroused that she thought she was going to climax.
He stopped sucking, worked his way out from under her, then he was dragging her soaked bloomers down off her wet ass and thighs, delighting in the sight of her big, bare ass.
Cyril left her bloomers stretched across her thighs, just above her knees and she opened her legs as widely as she could. It was more than enough, he saw as he took his throbbing prick in his right hand, rubbed it over the wet lips of her twat, then very slowly pushed it into her cunt.
"You were a bad girl to wet your bloomers like that," he scolded, "and so I'm going to punish you, like this," he said, and slipped her another inch of prick. Continuing to scold his naughty little girl for pissing her bloomers, he slipped his cock into her, a little at a time, until he was in to the hilt, then he continued to scold her as he fucked her, his belly slapping her wet ass cheeks, his strong prick stretching and filling her churning cunt.
While he fucked her, Greta went on trembling and panting as though she could still feel and see him sucking the wet bloomers, and she told herself it was the most exciting thing they had ever done together.
And then she forgot about the sucking as he pulled her wet ass tightly against him. She felt his cock expanding inside her, and then it was shooting and flooding her belly with another kind of fluid, a richer, thicker one.