Stella was the first in the Barden household to awake the following morning. Despite the late hour at which she had finally gone to bed for good, she was up by nine-thirty and her husband, Harry, got out of bed soon afterward; neither of them had ever been able to sleep late. There had been a time in their marriage when these Sunday mornings had been devoted to lovemaking of the most abandoned and fervent sort, but Harry Barden, now forty-four, seldom felt the urge.
"Golf today?" she asked when he joined her in the kitchen, where she was beginning their breakfast.
He said that he thought he would report to the country club and work in a round on the links that morning, a decision which immediately put her mind to working. As soon as he had driven away, she unplugged the coffee pot and went upstairs to begin implementing her scheme. She stopped first in the master bedroom, where she slipped out of her robe and nightgown and stood naked before the full-length mirror fastened to the door of her closet.
Stella surveyed herself with a very critical eye, having always been her own severest critic; she turned from side to side and gave her body a very critical examination. The survey satisfied her. For all the thirty-five years that she carried on her five feet and nine inches, one hundred and twenty-five pounds of luscious flesh, her body was still very nearly as good as it had been when she had first married her husband fifteen years ago. Her breasts were even lovelier, she thought; they had grown a size larger – now requiring a 38-C bra – and still had that proud, impudent tilt that made them so attractive to men. They were also as sensitive as ever, a fact that she quickly determined by touching a fingertip to her left nipple. The contact made the sensitive little cone grow larger and it grew into a needle-pointed projectile. After looking at the nipple for a moment, she cupped her breast in her hands and bare it up to her lips. By straining to the utmost she could get the nipple against her lips and her tongue played over it with amazing results. She quivered strongly as she excited herself.
After kissing her nipple for a moment, she released her breast and reached between her thighs. Her pussy was in its standard condition: hot and wet. She slipped her right index finger between the hot, swollen lips and gathered up a measure of the ripe, musky oils which were already flowing gently from her cunt, then coated her right nipple with them. She repeated the process several times, giving both nipples a rich covering of the erotic oil. She then began kissing her breasts again but this time with a great deal more fervor. After arousing herself in this fashion for several minutes, she straightened up and again looked into the mirror.
She saw a strangely different person this time. There was an intense, hungry look on her face and a strange fire burned in her eyes. Her breasts seemed to have grown even larger and the nipples were definitely more prominently displayed. A deep flush suffused her body. Stella looked at herself again, shrugged and walked out of the room.
She let herself into the girls' bedroom. Although there were three beds in the huge room, three girls were on Sue's king sized bed. She came closer and stood beside them, drinking in their youthful beauty. The morning was warm and they had kicked off the sheet, revealing their lithe, nubile nakedness, and again she found herself wondering how they had managed to grow up so quickly without her even noticing it.
Sue lay on her stomach, legs slightly spread, and Stella could catch a faint glimpse of her asshole. The sight reminded her of the night before, when she had watched the girl being fucked in the ass for the first time, and it also reminded her of the way her own asshole had been overpowered by Lew's broad cock.
The memory made her cuntlips twitch. There was soreness in her ass, a reminder of what she had undergone the night before, and she wondered how sore Sue would be when she woke up. The memory of the way her daughters had served her, how they had leaped to excite her when Lew had suggested it, made her clitoris pound harder. She could feel the flow of warm, cunt lubricant seeping out faster now and she knew that before long the insides of her thighs would be coated with the clear film of sexual arousal. She did not object at all to being sexually aroused and she often got hers off into a frenzied turmoil simply to enjoy that feeling of nagging incompleteness which made her feel so much more like a woman.
Lyn and Ann lay on their backs, side by side. Their thighs were parted just enough for her to get a glimpse of their pussies. Stella bent forward to examine them more closely; it had been years since she had seen a youthful pussy, and the sight of the almost hairless little slits brought back many a delicious memory of her youth. She remembered how she had been when she was thirteen and fourteen, so full of emotional wonder at the awesome sensations her slit could generate, especially when she had artfully stroked it for a few minutes. Perhaps there was something to the "generation gap" after all, she thought; if young Lyn could display as much sexual interest and skill as she had done the night before. Then she was either extremely precocious or else girls were learning the more exotic sexual routines at a very early age.
Those lightly haired slits exerted a powerful stimulus upon Stella. Her pussy began heating up more rapidly and her nipples throbbed painfully. She continued to hang back, feasting her eyes on those lovely young pussies. She hungered to fall upon them but dared not. Stella had never had any homosexual experiences before the previous evening, though she had had a good enough idea of what women did when they made love to each other, and, while she had no hard-and-fast prejudices against lesbians, she had never indulged in their practices. She could not help remembering, however, the powerful thrill which had shot through her loins when she had felt her youngest daughter's lips roaming over her pussy and stimulating her proud, sensitive flesh.
She was not equal to the struggle; the fascination she felt for the pair of young, beautiful pussies was far too strong. After watching them for another minute, she moaned softly and then eased onto the bed, moving very carefully so as not to disturb the girls. Ann was lying closest to her and she bent over the girl's loins, holding back her long, dark brown hair with one hand to keep it from angling onto the girl's body and awakening her.
A scent of raw, powerful sexuality once reminded her even more poignantly of the evening before it was a scent which Stella was familiar with; she had smelled it often enough on herself and recognized it as the combination of sperm and her own cunt. Even though Lyn and Sue both had licked her pussy after they had been left to themselves the night before, the girl's slit still retained enough of the erotic mixture to have a brain-staggering odor of fucking about it. If Stella had been undecided before, that whiff of her daughter's well-fucked cunt was enough to do the act she had been contemplating.
She wanted to plant her mouth directly upon that young, exciting pussy and drive her tongue deep into the girl's cunt, the kind of treatment she liked when her own pussy was being eaten, but she also remembered the way Harry and Lew had so cannily brought her to a peak of sensual fervor before beginning the final phase of the act. Thus, she held back on her enthusiasm and concentrated instead on a series of very light, tender caresses which would prepare the girl for the ultimate stroke. She began by kissing the tops of Ann's thighs, running her lips over them so lightly that she was hardly conscious of the contact. She knew from her own experience, though, that this was the best way to begin and that this tactic would produce much better results in the long run.
She worked her lips around the fuzz crowning the girl's love mound and had to concentrate harder on holding herself back; the girl's skin proved to be incredibly exciting and she wanted to attack it with the vigor of which she was capable. She approached Ann's stiff little clitoris – the tender nub had already risen out from its hiding place at the apex of her pussylips – with slow, cautious steps. When she brought her tongue to bear upon that highly sensitive little cone of pure sensuality, the girl's eyes opened. She came awake almost instantly and quickly comprehended what was happening.
"Oh, Mom, you're making me so horny!" she breathed, reaching down to place her hands on her mother's head so that she could guide her lips into place. "Mmmm, do it to me, make me come in your mouth!"
Her words brought Sue and Lyn awake with a rush, and soon they, too, joined Stella and Ann in the lascivious combination. Lyn scooted down to get her lips placed snugly against her mother's pussy and Sue straddled Ann's face, kneeling over her and guiding her slit down to the girl's waiting mouth. Soon they were all sucking or being sucked, with Ann and her mother having it both ways at once, and they did not stop until they had all had a truly arousing climax.
"Now this is the way people ought to wake up in the morning!" Sue exclaimed after she had delivered herself of a tumultuous climax squarely into Ann's hot little mouth; she then turned around to kiss her own come off her sister's lips. "Wow, this is cooking!"
Once they had all recovered from the violent surges of orgasmic force which had ripped through their loins, Stella got down to business and brought up the subject that was uppermost in her mind. The girls were no doubt wondering about her, she began, since she had displayed so striking a weakness, on the prior evening. She told them first of all that her weakness did not mean a lack of affection for their father; if anything, she loved him, even more than ever. Certainly there was nothing seriously wrong with their marriage, she said.
"It's just that when I came into the room here last night and Chuck got hold of me," she went on, "well, I couldn't do anything at fist. And then when I watched that Hank doing it to you, and you were loving it so much, that really got to me and after a while, I simply couldn't control it."
Lyn told her that they understood perfectly. Speaking with all the assurance of a seasoned sexual veteran, the girl told her mother that they ha felt the same raging desires within their own loins and had more than once given way to the irresistible pressures.
It was at that point that Ann nude her own contribution. She faced her mother squarely and said that they had come home early one afternoon and had found her in bed with Lew. That discovery had given them the idea of offering themselves to him, she said, and she went on to describe how they had tricked her into carrying Lyn to the hospital on that Saturday so that he and Sue could ambush Lew when he arrived far hit date with their mother.
Stella accepted the story with surprising calm. She could see that they knew she had been carrying on an extended affair – she had hoped that they would not know about that – skid that all her secrets were now out. There was nothing to tie gained by an outburst of fury and she displayed very little emotion. She again repeated her assurances tat her affair with Lew in no way indicated any marital discord between her and Harry; she felt that she must reassure them on that point above all others.
"I guess might as well tell you the whole thing," she said with a weary resigned shrug. "The truth is, your father is getting to a point where… where we just isn't interested in that much sexual activity any longer. Men get that way, you might know; women are different. I'm telling you the complete, absolute truth when I tell you that I don't believe I've ever wanted a man more than I do at this stage of my life. It seems that the older I get the more I need sex in the worst kind of way. Honest, there have been days when I thought I would go out of my mind I wanted it so bad! I've even thought of going downtown and offering myself to arty man who would have me, I've wanted it that much!"
The girls nodded understandingly, pleased to find that their initial diagnosis had been so close to the truth. Stella admitted frankly that she was not proud of her affair with Lew. She told them that he was a crude, selfish sort of man with almost no redeeming human qualities. The only thing in his favor, she said, was his big prick and his willingness to use it in any fashion she might desire. His irrepressible horniness endeared him to her, she said, but on other counts he was a total washout.
"Maybe we could help," Sue suggested. "Though I don't know what we could do. But we'd sure like to try; that is, if you can think of anything we could do to help you out."
"You've already done something very wonderful for me," Stella told them. "The way you've been so nice to me this morning, that's a great help. Mmmm, I never realized that it could be so good without a man!"
She told them that she had never been able to get very much satisfaction from masturbating, though she had tried often enough and hard enough; solitary sex was not, a satisfactory substitute for doing it with another person. She marveled when the girls told her of their successes with masturbation and, inspired by her reaction, they proceeded to show her just how adept they were.
After she had given those tender, throbbing folds of flesh a few rubs with her thumb and forefinger, she had switched to another style, one which Stella had never seen before. She smeared her aunt oil over her fingers and clitoris, making them exceptionally slippery, and then grasped her clitoris between her right thumb and forefinger. The tiny organ was somewhat larger than most; it was about as thick as a pencil and perhaps as long as the last joint of the girl's little finger, thus making it easier for her to grasp it. Once it had been greased with those rich, cunt oils which flowed from her pussy in such profusion, she could easily rub herself into a state of advanced sexual trauma. To herself she described her method as jacking off and it gave her considerable additional pleasure to imagine that she was doing what a boy might do in a similar situation.
Sue continued to work fingers into her aunt and asshole. She could feel her climax bubbling away deep inside her womb, but she held back; she thought it would be much more exciting if she could delay the explosion until her mother came too, even though there was a foot or more of space between them. She had already developed enough skill, through constant practice, to be able to climax almost at will, and she intended making the fullest possible use of that rare talent.
Stella discovered that being finger-fucked was a far different thing from doing it to herself. The cunning skill with which young Ann manipulated her fingers was, of course, a very important additional factor too. The woman remembered that very early in her life she had been able to come when boys had finger-fucked her, but once she had graduated to the stronger, far more exciting arts – such as fucking and sucking – she had put aside all thought of masturbating and had not tried it again until fairly recently, when Harry's sexual drive had begun to diminish remarkably.
Groaning deliriously, she strained harder against her daughter's artful hand and felt her womb growing much tighter. Recognizing the signs, she began humping harder and squeezed her breasts. Ann worked her hand against her mother's pussy and furiously fucked herself at the same time – she knew that her mother was close and she wanted to do all she could to bring her off with a blinding, paralyzing rush.
"Ahhhh!" Stella cried out, shuddering heavily as the emotion burst within her. "Omigod, you're fucking the come out of me! Oooohhh, I'm coming!"
Sue thereupon administered the final stroke to herself and cried out with genuine distress as her own cunt convulsively gave up its tightly knotted tensions. She rammed her fingers deep into her cunt and asshole, twisted about sharply on the bed and managed to give herself as good an orgasm as she had ever had. She had to agree with her mother, that there was nothing to compare with the pleasure of being penetrated to the very core by a massive prick which could shoot out vast quantities of steaming, thick love cream. She thrashed about on the bed and did not stop until she had fucked herself into a frenzy of aroused delight.
Lyn's peculiar masturbation style also bore its own fruit at about the same time. Her mother's cries of joy, together with Sue's hearty gurgles of delight, inspired her enormously. In a few seconds she had fucked herself into a state of delirious pleasure. Ann, naturally, received a tremendous charge of sexual stimulation, both from her own hand and from the pleasure of having made her mother come so well. When she fell back limply, she felt extremely satisfied with herself.
Stella again complimented them lavishly upon their skill and admitted that she had seriously underestimated the rate of their development. Lyn and Ann attributed it to Sue, who explained the rental library system she had been using.
Stella expressed a great interest in their reading and leafed appreciatively through the magazine which Sue blushingly produced. She stopped at a full-page color picture of a man kneeling between a woman's outstretched thighs; his cock pointed over her belly and was shooting out the last of a big load of sperm. The sperm could be clearly seen on the woman's belly and had gathered into a thick, creamy pool on her navel.
"Your father's cock is about that size," she said, gesturing to the picture. "Maybe a little thicker and about that long. I measured it once and it was a fraction under nine inches long. Almost two inches thick too. He's a real man!"
Lyn marveled at that. From the description her mother had given, it seemed that her father's prick was larger than any of the others she had seen, a guess which Stella readily confirmed. She added that he had a superb way of using it too and that he could often delay his climax for a long period of time, usually long enough for her to reach two or even three orgasms before he finally burst into flooding life within her. In addition to having that superb cock, she said, he also knew exactly how to eat a pussy.
"Gee, you must have had a lot of fun with him," Ann murmured.
Stella said she still did have very good times with him, though they were getting, to be more and more infrequent. For the last year, she estimated, they had made love no more than once every ten days or two weeks. That was a far cry from the all-out fucking sessions they had when they had first been married; Stella had once counted up and had found that she had had one hundred and twenty-six climaxes during the first month of their marriage.
"We'd always have ourselves a good fuck before breakfast, or maybe one right after breakfast," she told them. "And after he came home from the office, of course, that was just totally free sex time. The weekends, ah! There were times when we went to bed on Friday night and didn't leave till Sunday afternoon!"
Sue's attention kept going back to the picture which had first attracted her mother's interest. Why, she asked, would someone want to have his orgasm outside of a woman's cunt? Would it be any good km him to shoot the seed out onto her naked flesh?
Stella laughed and told her that occasionally she had masturbated their father, after first having fucked him up to a roaring state of readiness, simply to see and feel the big tool spurting out its full load of come. There was indeed a real pleasure to feelings man's come shooting out, she said, and she had sometimes "wasted" one of her husband's climaxes, so to speak, in order to spread the rich, hot cream over her flesh.
Her daughters exclaimed loudly at her exposition of the technique; after they had heard her explanation, they all agreed that it sounded much more exciting and wanted to experience it for themselves. They also reaffirmed their determination to see if they could not do something in order to put more life back into their father's balls. A mother as wonderful as theirs, they said, deserved to have the fullest possible access to her husband's cock – especially if it were so magnificent a specimen as the one hanging from their father's loins – and they were willing to do all they could in order to see that she had it.
Stella again thanked them for their concern and for their willingness to help, but she also told them that she did not see what they could do. Harry was simply getting too old to be able to wield his formidable prick with the enthusiasm and energy he had once displayed, she believed, and she advised the girls that their self-appointed task was probably a hopeless one.
"Well, if we can't do anything for Dad, we can certainly do something for you," Sue said, coming closer to her mother. "Mmmm, I want to feel you coming in my mouth!"
Sue placed her face between her mother's thighs and began eating her pussy with a great deal of enthusiasm. Stella moved slightly and pressed her loins against the girl's face with a low sigh of sexual contentment. Lyn and Ann fell into a reversed position, Lyn atop her sister, and attacked each other with great moans of delight. They spent the rest of the morning in satisfying each other, pausing only to consider some new arrangement whereby they could all receive more pleasure.