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CHAPTER 1 : Monday

  Gayla Ward was awakened by the incessant buzz of the alarm clock. She was
lying on her side, one hand clamped between her thighs, the other rested
between her heavy breasts, twisted into the sheer fabric of her pink
baby-doll nightie. She groaned softly in frustration. She opened her sleep
heavy eyelids and squinted at the dial. 6:45 Monday morning. Time to wake
Bill up for work. As usual, he was still sound asleep at her back, lightly
snoring, oblivious to the racket. After eighteen years of marriage she was
still surprised by him.  He could sleep through a hurricane, she often
thought. She reached out and cut off the alarm.

  "Bill, time to get up," she said, stretching as she rolled over to face
him. He was 40 years old, 5 feet 10 inches tall with curly black hair and
was still a fit and trim 175 pounds. He lay flat on his back wearing only
pajama bottoms, one arm shielding his eyes from the morning sunlight
streaming in the window on his side of the bed. He had kicked off the
covers and his legs and free arm were splayed out haphazardly. She looked
down and gasped lightly as she saw his 8 1/2 inch cock standing out from
the flap in his pajamas. A thrill ran through her body. He had a piss
hard-on that was as rigid and upright as a flag pole.

  "Honey?" she nudged him, unable to tear her eyes from his jutting cock.
With a wicked grin she murmured "I know what will wake you." Sliding down in
the bed, she wrapped her hand around the thick base of his rigid cock. She
flicked her tongue out and licked the bulbous purple head. She licked the
ridge of his cockhead all the way around, and then stuck the tip of her
tongue into the slit on the end. She ran her hot tongue up the sides of the
veined shaft, spreading saliva all over it in a slick coating. Pulling her
head back, she glanced up at her husband's face as she stroked her fist up
and down his thick prick. He was starting to stir. With a little giggle,
Gayla turned her attention back to his cock. Opening her mouth wide, she
engulfed his throbbing member.
  Bill groaned loudly and raised his head from the pillow. He came fully
awake and saw his beautiful wife sucking his straining dick. Groaning again,
he closed his eyes and ran his fingers through her short auburn hair. "Oh,
baby," he said through clenched teeth, "Suck my cock." He almost couldn't
believe this was the same woman who wouldn't even consider oral sex for the
first five years of their married life.
*    *    *    *    *
  They had gotten married when he was twenty and she was just seventeen. Her
father was a minister and she'd had a puritanical upbringing. She was just
over 5 feet 5 inches tall, had deep red hair and green eyes, and was
stunningly beautiful, with creamy white skin and a voluptuous figure. They
had a daughter within a year of the wedding, and a son three years after
that, but sexually, it was missionary or nothing. She never refused him sex,
and often instigated it herself, but wouldn't hear of experimenting. After
five years of the same position, he was a little desperate, and he had gotten
her drunk at the office Christmas party and had his friend, Roger Masters,
coax her into an empty office and talk her into a quick blow job. Roger was
the slickest salesman at the firm, and could talk Eskimos into buying ice
cubes. He had jumped at the chance to seduce Bill's sexy young wife. Bill had
been hiding in a darkened corner behind a filing cabinet watching the whole
thing. Roger had to teach her how to suck dick, but she turned out to be a
prize pupil.
  Bill got so turned on watching his beautiful, straight laced young wife
down on her knees wantonly slurping on Roger's long, thin prick, he just had
to take out his cock and beat off right then and there.  He came just as
Roger pulled his prick out of her mouth and shot his load all over her ruby
red lips and chin. She had then run from the room. Bill had stuffed his dick
into his pants and hurried after her without a word to Roger. He came out
into the empty hallway in time to see her disappear into the ladies room.
When she came out a few minutes later, Bill was waiting for her. Her face was
flushed and he could see her nipples standing out like bullets on her 38D's
under her fuzzy pink sweater. "Hi Honey," he said, feigning ignorance. "Where
have you been?" She said she didn't feel well and asked if they could just
leave.
  In the car, Gayla was quiet and fidgeted nervously, chewing on her
fingernails and squirming in her seat. Just when Bill was thinking he had
made a big mistake and was about to explain to her what he had done, she
asked him to pull off into a little wooded area. He was expecting a tearful
confession, but as soon as the car came to a stop, she was all over him. She
kissed him fiercely on the lips and pulled him into the big back seat. Wide
eyed with shock, he sat back as she pulled his slacks and boxers down to his
ankles and sank his cock into her hot mouth. She sucked greedily until he was
rock hard then lifted her skirt, ripped open the crotch of her panty hose,
and plunged her steaming cunt down on his cock. She climaxed immediately but
continued to ride him with furious abandon, alternately shrieking and
whimpering until she came again. Then she slid off his glistening prick,
pulled him around and on top of her, and begged him to fuck her as hard as
he could. Bill was amazed at the change in her, but didn't hesitate to do as
she asked. He pumped her pussy frenziedly until they came together in a
shuddering climax. She had never confessed and neither had he, but their sex
life had never been dull again.

*    *    *    *    *

  With one hand still squeezing the base of his throbbing dick, Gayla slid
her other hand down between the sheet and her belly, through the dark tangle
of her pubic hair, and slid two fingers into her now sopping slit. As she
sucked and licked his hot cock, she fingerfucked herself, sliding her slick
fingers out of her vagina, over her stiff clitoris, and back inside, muffled
whimpers coming out around the thick shaft filling her mouth. She loved the
way his cock throbbed and pulsed in her mouth. She expertly flicked the
underside with her tongue as her head bobbed up and down.
  She too remembered her first blow job. The problem hadn't been that she
was frigid or didn't enjoy sex. She had an orgasm practically every time her
husband made love to her, and she loved being intimate with him. She had
secretly been having sexual dreams and fantasies for years, but had been too
scared to try anything new. Her mother had died in an automobile accident
when Gayla was only three years old, so she had been raised by her father,
who was already nearly fifty when she was born, and the ladies of her
father's church. Subsequently, her upbringing had been repressed and during
the early years of her marriage, she had held to the belief that a good wife
didn't do those things or she would lose her husband's love and respect. But
after her father passed away shortly after her fourth anniversary, she had
drifted away from the church, and contact with younger, more liberal friends
had broadened her outlook, until she was ripe for a change.
  At the Christmas party she had gotten tipsy for only the second time in her
life and Roger was so charming and handsome, tall and lean, she soon found
herself alone with him, the fear far from her mind. She had allowed him to
kiss her as no one but her husband ever had, and felt his hand work its way
under her sweater, up to her breast, inside the lacy cup of her bra, teasing
her achingly engorged nipple. He kissed her neck, nibbled on her ear,
whispered to her, "No one ever has to know," and she believed him, and wanted
it, craved it. He gently pushed her to her knees in front of him, opened his
fly, pulled out his rapidly hardening penis, all the while murmuring to her,
reassuring her. The only light in the room came from an antique desk lamp
only two feet away as she stared at the prick breathlessly, wide eyed,
suddenly not nearly as drunk as she had been.
  She had never even seen her husband's penis this closely. The head was
pink, the shaft long and white, curved upward, less thick than Bill's, and it
was smooth where Bill's had blue veins snaking up the sides. His balls were
pulled up tight under the base of the shaft, fuzzy and crinkled. "Just give
him a little kiss," Roger whispered. Trembling all over, her hands resting
timidly on his thighs, she puckered her red painted lips, closing her eyes as
she slowly leaned forward until she made contact with the hot head of his
cock. She gave it a light kiss and started to back away, but Roger grabbed
her head between both hands and gently pushed forward, forcing his throbbing
prick into her virgin mouth. She tentatively explored the contours of the
head with her tongue. It was silky smooth, yet firm and hard. He pushed
deeper, sliding more of the hot shaft in, nearly gagging her as it reached
the back of her throat, before pulling back out. "Now suck it," he ordered,
voice becoming more forceful, "Suck my cock!"
  She did as commanded, sucking hard as he began pumping in and out of her
hot mouth, obscene slurping noises escaping her lips. He grabbed handfuls of
hair, moaning with pleasure as he fucked her beautiful young face faster and
faster. After a few minutes of rapid pumping, he suddenly grunted and pulled
his prick out of her mouth, stroking it with his hand as spurt after spurt of
hot sperm hit her on the face.
  As if awakening from a spell, she opened her eyes with a start, jumped up
and hurried from the room. Thankfully the hallway was empty as she stumbled
weak-kneed into the deserted restroom. She could feel hot semen running down
her neck and between her heaving breasts. She turned the lock on the door and
leaned trembling and panting on the sink. She looked up at herself in the
mirror. Her red lipstick was smeared. There were globs of cum on her face, in
her long red hair, spots of it on her sweater. Grabbing some paper towels,
she hurriedly wiped it away then scrubbed her face with cold water. Her pussy
felt like it was on fire and her juices had soaked through her panty hose.
  When she came out of the restroom, she nearly ran headlong into Bill,
barely stifling a scream. She was still shaky and for a moment of sheer panic
thought that he knew, but he was smiling and thankfully accepted her vague
excuse and they were soon in the car on the way home. Still, her pussy
throbbed and leaked thick juices. She was more turned on than she would have
thought possible, and finally could contain herself no longer. She made Bill
pull off the road and attacked him like a wild woman, experiencing multiple
orgasms for the first time.
  She was a different woman from that night on. She had done things that
would have given her poor father a heart attack, things she would once have
considered depraved. Whatever Bill wanted to try, she usually let him talk
her into, though she liked to tease him, make him wait, sometimes months. He
had begged to fuck her in the ass for nearly a year before she finally let
him. She had given him a hand job under the table in a fancy restaurant,
sucked his cock in a dingy porno theater, and masturbated for him in the car
on a busy freeway. They had even fantasized about threesomes and swapping
with another couple, though they had never actually done it. She had been
with no man other than her husband since that night. Thankfully, he had never
questioned her change of attitude or she was sure she would have broken down
and confessed all.

*    *    *    *    *

  Fourteen year old Bill, Jr. was also awake before 7 a.m., even though
there was no school since it was summer, and he didn't have to be at
baseball practice until 10. He had been rising early every morning since
the day two weeks before when he had inadvertently walked in on his
sister Brianna taking a shower. She was seventeen, and had gotten a summer
job at the mall after graduating from the 11th grade. She got up early
every weekday, got ready for work, and fixed breakfast for Dad and herself,
letting Mom sleep in. She would then ride to work with Dad. Billy didn't
usually wake up until after 9, grabbing a bowl of cereal in front of the
TV, then off to practice until about 11:30, and lunch at the burger joint
with some of the guys from team. Afterwards, they would hang out at the
mall for most of the afternoon.

  Billy had awakened early needing to take a piss and walked sleepily down
the hall and into the bathroom he shared with Brianna. He was stopped
dead in his tracks by the sight of his naked sister through the glass
shower door. She didn't  hear him come in and had her eyes squeezed
tightly shut, shampooing her hair. He had never seen his sister naked,
and hadn't even thought of her as a regular girl, but seeing her
glistening body totally exposed, his dick sprang to life in an instant
hard-on. He quickly backed out of the room, leaving the door open a few
inches. Peering through the crack, he watched the suds slide down her
body. She had dark brown hair, big firm tits, each brown nipple bigger
than a silver dollar, and a thick dark V of curly pubes. Even though it
was early in the summer, she had a deep golden tan already, a white
triangle on each breast where her bikini fit, and another framing her
muff. Billy had never even seen her wearing a bikini, she always wore
loose fitting clothes. He'd had no idea she was hiding this body. When
she finished rinsing, she shut off the water and reached out for the
towel. She stepped out of the tub vigorously rubbing her face and chest,
nipples becoming erect.

Billy squeezed his cock through his pajamas as he watched Brianna pull the
towel around her back, tits swaying heavily as she dried her back. He
could see shimmering drops of water clinging to the damp curls of her
hairy bush. Billy reached inside and stroked his aching dick as she
turned and sat on the edge of the toilet seat, bending down to dry her
legs. She dried one muscular calf, then the other, gliding the towel over
her knees and along her thighs with both hands. She parted her knees,
running the soft cloth slowly up her smooth inner thighs. She spread her
legs further as she reached her damp muff, gently rubbing the towel over
the glistening hairs. Billy was overcome by the sight of her, wet  hair
hiding her face as she looked down at herself, legs spread, rubbing her
pussy dry. His cock spasmed and squirted hot come out into his pants.
He must have made a noise, because her head jerked up, the towel hastily
covered her breasts. He ducked back quickly, before she had a chance to
shake the wet hair out of her eyes. He prayed she hadn't seen him as he
bolted back down the hall and into his room. He jumped into bed, pulling
the covers up around his ears, his back to the door. A few moments passed,
and he heard the door being softly opened. He tried to slow his breathing
to normal, heart pounding in his ears. He sighed with relief when the door
closed again, and soon he heard the sound of a hair dryer coming from her
room next to his. Every morning since, he had tried for a repeat performance,
but the bathroom door had been locked every time.

*    *    *    *    *

  This morning, Billy awoke before the alarm went off and got out of bed,
wondering why it had been so hard to get up for school every morning of
his life. He certainly didn't have any trouble now. First he went over to
the window, picking up the binoculars he had gotten last February for his
birthday from Dad. He focused on the double windows upstairs next door,
directly opposite his own.
  Madeline James was Mom's best friend. She was a nurse and had lived next
door for six years with her husband Eddie, until last December when he had
left her for someone else. Billy thought the guy was an idiot. Madeline was
one hot babe. In her mid twenties, she was tall and slender, with jet black,
shoulder-length hair and alabaster skin, deep blue eyes, long legs and small
firm breasts. She looked like a fashion model and Billy could see right into
her bedroom. He had often seen her in bra and panties as she moved about the
room, and a few times even seen her with bare tits. But he was out of luck
on this morning; her shades were all the way down. He hadn't really expected
to see her this early anyway. She worked evenings, and was almost never up
this early. The best time to catch her was after midnight when she came home
from work.
  He put down the binoculars and softly opened his bedroom door. He tiptoed
down the hallway to the bathroom door and tried the knob, stomach lurching
when it turned easily in his hand. He eased the door open a crack, but the
room was dark and empty. "Damn!" he cursed under his breath. This just
wasn't his day. He went in and took a leak, flushed the toilet and went
back out into the hall. He stopped and listened at Brianna's door, but
heard nothing, so he moved on down the hall toward the back staircase
to the kitchen. As he was passing his parent's door, he thought he heard
something. He stopped and put his ear next to the door. He could faintly
hear Dad groaning, and was shocked to hear him say "Oh baby, I love the way
you suck my cock."
  Billy couldn't believe his ears. Surely Dad wasn't talking to Mom like
that. He had to see what was happening. He started to reach for the doorknob,
but stopped himself. He looked behind him up the hall. The door to his
parent's bathroom was closed. He hesitated for a second, listening to the
lewd sounds, then hurried over to the other door, eased it open, quickly
stepped inside, and closed it softly. The room was dark, having no windows.
The door connecting the bathroom to Mom and Dad's bedroom was ajar and Billy
could hear his father's moans of pleasure more clearly. He crept cautiously
up to the opening and peeked around the open door. What he saw took his
breath away.
  Mom was lying on her belly, crosswise on the bed, feet hanging off the near
side, her head bobbing up and down over Dad's groin. Dad's head was thrown
back, eyes closed, his hands gripping her head. Her nightgown was up around
her waist and her legs were widely spread. From his position directly behind
her, Billy could clearly see her fingers sliding wetly in and out of her hair
fringed pink pussy. The soft white cheeks of her ass jiggled with her
movement, and he could see her asshole nestled in between, pink and puckered.
Billy gaped, open mouthed, and almost without realizing it, unbuttoned his
pajama bottoms, letting them drop down around his ankles. He began squeezing
his rock hard cock with both hands, watching Mom's fingers stretching apart
the pink lips of her pussy.
  "Come on baby," Dad said hoarsely, "I want you to ride my cock." Mom got
her knees up under her, head still pumping, and worked her way around until
she was kneeling between his legs, never missing a stroke. Now Billy could
see Dad's dick. It looked huge sticking out of the slit in his PJ's, wet with
spit, Mom's lips obscenely stretched around the shaft, her cheeks hollowing
as she sucked hard, pulling all the way up to the head before plunging nearly
all the way back down. She sucked it in and out several more times before
pulling it all the way out, slurping noisily as slimy strings of excess
saliva stretched between the big purple head and her mouth. She sat up on her
haunches, looking into Dad's lust filled eyes, grinning like a Cheshire cat
as she wiped the slobber from her mouth and chin. In one smooth motion she
pulled her pink nightie over her head and tossed it off the side of the bed,
pendulous breasts spilling free. She cupped one hand under each heavy white
tit, lifting them and jiggling them teasingly at Dad, who reached down and
began stroking his spit slick dick as he watched.
  Billy raised his right hand and spat a great glob of saliva into his palm.
He spread the slippery goo over the head of his almost painfully hard dick
and began stroking also, barely suppressing a groan. Mom pinched her big pink
nipples, pulling on them and rolling them between her thumb and forefinger.
"Tell me what you want," she whispered huskily. She lifted one tit in both
hands, flicking out her pink tongue and licking the nipple, which stood out
stiffly like a miniature erect cock. She sucked the turgid nipple into her
own mouth, biting and sucking it. 
  Groaning again, Dad said "I want you to bury my cock in your sweet pussy!
I want you to fuck me! I want to come inside you!"
  Mom stood up in the bed and kicked his hands away from his prick, moving
forward to tower over him, straddling his hips. She slowly squatted down, her
hands on her thighs, and stopped with her pussy barely an inch above his
straining prick, poised like a sumo wrestler. "Beg for it!" she hissed,
pearly white teeth clenched in a lusty snarl. "Tell me how much you want it!"
  "I want it, please baby, I've got to have it! Please!" Dad begged, eyes
staring at her pussy, hovering open-lipped above his swollen purple cockhead.
"Fuck me! Please!"
  Billy stared, unblinking, barely even breathing. His head was reeling as
  he watched his wanton mother reach down and grab Dad's huge prick, guiding
it into her wet hole as she lowered herself the rest of the way. Inch by inch
she sank down on the rigid pole, letting her full weight down as she reached
bottom, rocking back and forth to drive the shaft even deeper into her
willing cunt, gasping as her stiff clit nestled into the wiry pubic hair
surrounding the base of his cock. She rested a moment, fully impaled, as a
shudder racked her entire body, little whimpering noises coming from her
parted lips. Dad reached up and pawed at her tits, squeezing and kneading the
soft flesh, and she began to bounce on his cock. Billy whacked off furiously
as his beautiful mother put both hands flat on Dad's chest to keep her
balance as she increased her tempo, thighs quivering, bouncing faster and
faster until Dad arched his back, lifting his ass completely off the bed as
he shot his come into her hot pussy. Feeling the hot flood filling her
pounding cunt, she cried out and collapsed on top of him, body convulsing in
orgasm, still grinding her clit into him. Billy shot his load, watching his
parents come together, nearly fainting as his come seemed to take all his
strength with it, spewing out the end of his dick and onto the bathroom floor.
  Dazed, Billy pulled up his pants and left the room as quietly as he could,
shutting the bathroom door behind him. Stumbling down the hall as if in
shock, he somehow made it back to his room. Once inside, he leaned against
the door, gulping for breath, until his heart slowed to a more normal pace.
He walked absently over to the window, picking up the binoculars and looking
across the way, strictly out of habit. Not even noticing if the blinds were
open or not, he laid the binoculars back on his dresser and fell backwards
onto the bed, the ceiling seeming to spin above him. Within a minute he was
asleep, completely drained.

*    *    *    *    *

  Gayla lay panting and sweating on top of Bill, feeling his softening
penis starting to slip wetly from the delicate folds of her come filled
vagina. He groaned as the head slid slowly out of her slippery pussy to plop
against his lower belly. "Oh baby, what a way to wake up," he said, lifting
her head to kiss her softly on the lips.
  Smiling, she slid off him to lie on her side snuggled up against his body,
her head resting on his shoulder. "I thought you would like it," she giggled,
lightly fingering the curly hairs on his sweaty chest. "Besides, I have to
get it while I can, since you're leaving me day after tomorrow." Wednesday he
had to go to a business conference in Chicago.
  "It's only for three days," he protested, "I'll be back Saturday morning."
  "That's too long," she mock pouted, laying her hand on his soft cock. "How
will I survive without this for three whole nights? My cunny will shrivel
up."
  Laughing, he said, "Well, I'll have to give it something special to tide it
over. Maybe if you shave it, it'll fare better."
  "Nice try, my sly boy," she laughed throatily. He had been after her to
shave her pussy for nearly a month, since they had rented an erotic movie one
night, which they did every now and then. The film featured women actually
being shaved, and the sight of their clean shaven mounds had driven him wild. She had refused him repeatedly, but she was only making him wait. She had already decided to do it while he was away, to be a surprise for his homecoming. She had even made plans for the kids to spend the weekend at Bill's parents', who lived in another town a couple of hours away, so they could be alone.
  "I guess I'll just have to take you down and shave you myself," he said.
  "Oh?" she looked up at him, cocking an eyebrow challengingly. "You and what
army?"
  "Oh ho!" he exclaimed. "Maybe I'll just recruit one."
  Laughing again, she kissed him and then gave him a gentle push. "Go to
work," she said. "You're going to be late."
  Glancing up at the clock, he said, "Oh shit!" He rolled out of the bed,
pulling his spent penis back into his pajamas, and hurried into the bathroom.
Gayla heard him stumble and cry, "Whoa!"
  "What happened?" she asked.
  "There's something spilled on the floor," he said. "I almost broke my neck."
  A moment later she heard the shower come on, a pleasant lethargy creeping
over her body. Snuggling into his pillow, she could still smell him. She
smiled with contentment and drifted back to sleep.

*    *    *    *    *

Chapter 2 : Still Monday

  Gayla didn't reawaken until after 11 o'clock. Yawning, she stretched her
naked body under the covers and looked over at the clock. She was surprised
at the time. Usually, Billy would wake her before leaving for his baseball
practice, then she wouldn't see him again until dinnertime. Throwing back the
covers, she swung her legs out over the edge of the bed and sat up, arching
her back and stretching her arms up over her head in another mighty yawn. She
ruffled her fingers through her thick auburn hair, which she had gotten cut
tomboyishly short a few months before. She was still not used to it after
having kept it long since she was a girl. Her body felt nicely fatigued from
her early morning workout, though she felt badly in need of a bath. Sweat had
dried on her body and her pubic hair was matted with the dried juices from
their lovemaking. She smiled as she remembered Bill's urgency when she had
made him beg, the wild, almost desperate look in his eyes. She loved to drive
him wild with desire before letting her own passion sweep her away. 
  She stood, naked, and padded on bare feet into the bathroom. She turned on
the water in the tub, adjusting the temperature as hot as she could stand it
and added some rose scented bath oil. While the tub was filling she sat on
the toilet and relieved herself, then moved over to the sink, eyeing her
reflection in the mirror critically. Curly dark red hair framed a fair
complected face, with high cheekbones, a daintily upturned nose, and a full
lipped mouth. Her eyes were emerald green.
  She carried her inspection lower. Her breasts were large and heavy, she now
wore a size 40 bra with a D cup. Though they hung lower and less firmly than
they had when she was a bride, they were far from sagging, she noted with
approval, turning for a profile view. Bill loved them. A few thin blue veins
could be traced under the pale, almost translucent white flesh. Her nipples
were dusky pink, as thick as the tip of her thumb, standing out 3/4 of an
inch and turning scarlet red when erect, surrounded by wide, pale pink
aureolae that she could just cover with the palm of her hand. Below, her
tummy was still reasonably flat, although a few extra sit-ups certainly
wouldn't hurt, and her hips and ass were full and firm, without a trace of
cellulite on her thighs. All in all, not too bad for a 36 year old mother of
two teenagers, she decided.
  She stood on tiptoes to examine her hairy muff. She never wore a bikini,
never sunbathed, staying out of the sun as much as possible because she
burned very easily,  so she had never needed to trim her pubic hair. As a
result, her bush was full and thick, a wild tangle of dark, russet brown hair
forming a wide V, in stark contrast with her milky white skin. There was a
thin trail of dark hairs leading from the top of the triangle up towards her
belly button which she had always thought was very sexy, and hair grew a
little way down each inner thigh. She ruffled the furry muff with her
fingers, smiling as she imagined what Bill's reaction would be when she gave
him his surprise when he returned from his trip.
  Snapping out of her reverie, she quickly brushed her teeth then stepped
gingerly into the now full bath, easing down into the steaming water with a
sensuous sigh. Lying back in the tub, she soaked a plush washcloth and draped
it over her face, letting the hot water soothe her entire body for a full ten
minutes. Raising her knees and spreading them apart, she reached down and
tenderly spread her labia, inserting two fingers and gently scissored them
apart, letting hot water flood her vagina. Using her pelvic muscles, she
expelled the water, then repeated the makeshift douche. Finally, she reached
for the soap and began to wash herself. She washed her entire body, then
shaved her legs and underarms, wondering what her pussy would look like when
she finally granted Bill's wish. Lastly, she used the hand-held shower head
to wash her hair.
  Getting out of the tub, she toweled herself off and slipped into her robe,
a short silk kimono of emerald green that matched her eyes, and wrapped a
towel around her wet hair, turban style. Putting her slippers back on, she
made her way down to the kitchen to see if Bill had left any coffee. There
was a half a pot left, so she poured herself a cup and sat at the counter
drinking it, amusedly watching through the kitchen window as Madeline's dog
Butchie frolicked in the yard next door, chasing butterflies in the bright
sunshine. He was a Labrador Retriever puppy that Madeline had gotten from the
pound to keep her company after her marriage broke up, saying she was
swearing off men. When Gayla asked her, "What are you going to do for sex?"
Madeline had shown her another new purchase, an 8 inch vibrator shaped like a
cock. "And it's a hell of a lot bigger than Eddie," she had said with
satisfaction. "Yes, it's almost as big as Bill," Gayla had offhandedly
remarked. She laughed, remembering Maddie's blushing face.
  Finishing her coffee, Gayla poured herself another and popped an English
muffin into the toaster. Usually she would have brunch with Madeline, but
today she was too famished to wait. When she went to the refrigerator to get
the butter, she spied a note tacked up with a magnet. It was from Bill.

  Brianna stayed home today, said she didn't feel well, so you might check
on her. Call me if you need anything.  See you this evening.

Love,
    Bill
P.S.- Thanks for the wake-up!


  She heard her muffin pop up, and decided to eat it before checking on
Brianna. If it was anything serious Bill would have woken her. Still, she
hurriedly ate and finished her coffee, then went up the stairs to her
daughter's room. The door was closed. She knocked softly and opened the door.
"Brie honey? Are you awake?" she asked quietly.
  "Yes, I'm awake," Brianna said without turning over. She was lying on her
side with her back to the door, her legs curled up into a fetal position.
  Gayla moved around to the far side of the bed and sat down on the edge next
to her daughter. "What's the matter, dear? You don't feel well?" she asked,
her voice full of concern.
  Brianna looked up at her, tears welling in her eyes. "Oh, Mama," she said
plaintively, "I couldn't sleep at all last night. I feel just awful."
  Brushing the long hair back from her daughter's forehead and checking her
temperature with the palm of her hand, Gayla said, "You feel a little warm.
Where does it hurt?"
  "It's my tummy," Brianna replied. "It feels all bloated and crampy."
  "Is it time for your period?" Gayla asked.
  "No, Mama, it's not that," Brianna said. "It's that.....I haven't..." she
hesitated, lowering her gaze abashedly.
  "What, Honey?" Gayla persisted.
  "I...I haven't been able to go poop for three days," she blurted out, face
blushing crimson.
  Gayla sighed in relief. "Oh, is that all? I've often had that problem
myself."
  "You have?" Brianna looked at her mother's face hopefully. "What do you do
for it?"
  "All you need is a good cleaning out. But first, I'm going to give you a
sponge bath. You're all sweaty. Then we'll take care of your problem so you
can get some rest." She bent down and kissed her daughter on the forehead.
"I'll be right back, dear." She got up and left the room, soon returning with
towels and washcloths, and a big bowl of hot, soapy water. She sat the bowl
on the bedside table and dropped the towels on the bed.
  "Let's get that sweaty shirt off of you," she said.
  "Would you close the door first, please," Brianna asked.
  "Why?" Gayla asked. "There's no one here but us."
  "Yes, but Billy could come home, and I think he's been spying on me."
  Gayla looked at her daughter in surprise. "Oh, I'm sure he wouldn't do
that," she said, but Brianna looked at her doubtfully, so she went and closed
the door anyway. Coming back over to the side of the bed she said, "Now then,
sit up."
  Brianna was wearing a light blue, knee length sleep shirt with a picture of
a fuzzy kitten on it. She raised her arms in the air as her mother drew the
shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor at the foot of the bed,
leaving her clad only in her white cotton panties. Gayla spread a large towel
over the sheet, then eased her back down onto it and placed another under her
legs, motioning for her to lift her bottom so she could get it under. She
soaked a soft washcloth in the bowl of water and wrung it out. She began
washing her daughter's face with loving tenderness. It felt so good to be
taken care of after such a long, uncomfortable night that Brianna wanted to
cry.
  Gayla smiled warmly as her daughter looked up at her with the same look as
when she was a child and had an ache or pain, trusting her mother to make it
better. It was hard for Gayla to believe that her daughter was no longer a
child, but this was the body of a full grown woman lying before her. She
washed Brianna's neck and shoulders, raising each arm and washing the armpit,
noticing that there was a growth of dark stubble where she hadn't shaved for
a few days, then continued down each arm to the fingertips, periodically
dipping the cloth in the water to rewarm it.
  She used the last towel to dry the damp areas, then started on her
daughter's ample chest, watching the brown nipples stiffen under the soft
cloth. She sensed Brianna getting embarrassed. She had always been a shy
girl. "You certainly are getting tan," she said to distract her daughter's
discomfort.
  Blushing anew, Brianna said, "Shelly works at the tanning parlor at the
mall. She gets me in for free after work." She had always been self conscious
about the size of her breasts and now her nipples were standing erect, the
dark aureolae pebbled with goose flesh.
  "I didn't even know you had a bikini," Gayla said, nodding down at the
stark tan lines as she washed along her daughter's ribs and slightly bloated
belly.
  "I got it on discount at work," Brianna replied. She watched as her mother
toweled her breasts dry. She hesitated a moment, then asked, "Mama, do you
think they're too big?"
  "I think they are beautiful," Gayla answered gently. "I used to hate mine,
when I was younger, but believe me, you'll be glad to have them a little
later in life." Brianna smiled up at her gratefully. She looked at her
mother's breasts as they jiggled and swayed under her robe with every move
she made, her own nipples clearly defined through the light fabric. It was
evident she was naked under the robe, and that thought gave Brianna a strange
feeling that had nothing to do with her tummy ache.
  Gayla helped her to sit up so she could wash and dry her back, having her
hold her long hair up out of the way. She then washed Brianna's shapely legs,
starting at the toes and working her way up to the very hem of her dainty
panties. By the time the bath was over, Brianna felt warm and relaxed, and
tingly all over, the discomfort in her tummy temporarily forgotten.
  Gayla rose from the bed and draped the towel she had been drying with
across Brianna, covering her naked breasts. "You just relax a moment, dear,"
she said, and left the room. When she was gone, Brianna stretched and yawned,
then squeezed her breasts through the towel, the terrycloth sending electric
thrills through her hard nipples. Pleased with her mother's compliment, she
admitted to herself that behind her embarrassment she was secretly proud of
them. Hearing her mother coming down the hall, she hastily smoothed the towel
and lay her arms at her sides.
  Gayla returned carrying a tray with a pitcher and some other less
recognizable items on it, and had a plastic bucket hanging from the crook of
an elbow. She carefully sat the tray down beside the bed, and sat the bucket
aside, then went back and reclosed the door.
  "What's all that for, Mama?" Brianna asked.
  "I'm going to have to give you an enema," Gayla answered. Seeing an
apprehensive look come over Brianna's face, she smiled reassuringly and said,
"Don't worry, honey. It won't hurt a bit, and it will make you feel much
better."
  Brianna sat up on the edge of the bed holding the towel to her chest
watching Gayla prepare. She took the towels from the bed, spreading one on
the floor next to the bed and draping the other over the side. She hung the
enema reservoir high on the bedpost, making sure the clamp on the hose was
closed, and poured the warm water from the pitcher into it.
  "Okay, honey, I need you to take your panties off," she said.
  Brianna laid the towel aside and raised her butt just enough to slip her
underwear down, sat back down and bent over to take them all the way off. She
looked up at her mother nervously and handed them to her.
  Gayla threw the panties on top of the sleep shirt and said, "Now just kneel
down here and bend over the bed." Brianna complied, kneeling on the towel and
leaning her elbows on the bed, her rear end sticking out. Gayla picked up the
pail and knelt down beside her daughter, saying, "Open your legs a little bit,
dear," and placed the bucket beneath Brianna's bottom and between her calves.
  "Now, Brie," she said gently, reaching for a tube of K-Y jelly on the tray,
"I'm going to use a little lubrication so you'll be more comfortable." She
squeezed a dollop onto the index finger of her right hand and dropped the
tube. With her left hand, she stroked Brianna's back soothingly and said,
"Just try to relax, honey." She ran her left hand down to gently spread the
cheeks, leaning her head down so she could see. Brianna's puckered brown anus
was surrounded by curly dark hair, and below it, Gayla could see the slit of
her daughter's vagina. She had inherited her mother's substantial labia,
except brown whereas Gayla's were pink.
  Gayla smeared the KY around Brianna's asshole, then squeezed another glob
onto her finger and said, "I'm just going to check for any blockage, honey."
She placed the tip of her finger at the dark opening and slowly inserted it
up to the second knuckle, feeling Brianna tense up with a sharp intake of
breath. Gayla pulled her finger out and scooped up some of the excess KY from
around the hole, then gently reinserted her digit into the tight sphincter.
She rotated her finger to spread the lubricant evenly, murmuring soft
reassurances, then pushed her finger slowly all the way into the tight
orifice, the backs of her other fingers coming to rest against her daughter's
vulva. Feeling no obstructions, she drew out her finger and wiped it with a
washcloth, saying, "Well, I don't feel anything there. Are you okay, dear?"
  "Yes, Mama," Brianna answered quietly. Feeling her mother's finger sliding
into her ass and her hand pressing against her pussy made Brianna feel very
strange and excited. Her face felt hot, heart thudding heavily in her chest,
her skin prickly and tingling. She leaned just low enough so her nipples drug
across the towel upon which she rested, exciting her even further.
  Gayla got the hose and gently slipped the white plastic nozzle into
Brianna's rectum. "Okay, honey, here it comes," she said. "Try to hold it in
as long as you can, then when you have to, go into the pail." She released
the clamp on the hose, and warm water started to flow into Brianna's bowels.
  Brianna gasped, instinctively clenching her asshole as she felt the warm
flood fill her tummy, which had felt full already. She unconsciously clutched
her left breast with her right hand, squeezing it in sympathetic unison with
her straining sphincter, and her left hand clenched into a tight fist. Her
head hung down, eyes screwed up tight as she struggled to hold her bowels,
and still water rushed in, filling her until she thought she would burst. She
was in ecstatic agony, shuddering and gulping air. "I can't hold it anymore!"
she said. Just as her mother pulled the nozzle out, Brianna cried out,
"Mommyyyyy!!!" and  her body convulsed, an intense orgasm engulfing her, and
she let go with a great gush, squatting atop the bucket as her mother looked
on. She kneaded her breast, hot water gushing out of her ass, clear at first,
turning dirty brown, then carrying chunks of shit out with it. She
involuntarily let go with a stream of urine, hot liquid streaming out of both
front and back to mix in the bucket as orgasmic spasms wracked her body.
Finally the flow subsided, but Brianna wasn't finished yet. With a grunt, she
released her breast and pushed on her lower belly, a long, fat turd sliding
slowly out of her asshole to drop into the foul mixture with a plop. Brianna
collapsed onto her face on the bed, breathing hard, eyes closed in
exhaustion.
  Gayla removed the bucket, setting it aside and covering it with a towel.
She took a washcloth and wiped away the dirty water that had trickled down
Brianna's inner thighs, then reached between her thighs to wash the thick
dark hair of her curly bush. Brianna shuddered as the cloth brushed across
her sensitive clit, over her tingling pussy lips, and finally washed clean
her still spasming asshole. Unfamiliar emotions overwhelmed her and tears
began to run down her cheeks as her mother helped her into bed, pulling the
covers over her naked body. It was the first time she had ever been given an
orgasm. She'd had them before, but only by touching herself. This was the
first time she had one as a result of what someone else did to her, even
though it had been unintentional.
  Gayla gathered the towels and washcloths and threw them on the pile at the
foot of the bed, then began putting the other items back on the tray. She
looked over and noticed Brianna crying softly. She went and sat next to her,
softly stroking her hair, and asked, "What's the matter, dear? Why are you
crying?"
  "I don't know, Mama," Brianna sniffled, trying to quit. But her mother's
tenderness only made her cry harder.
  "It's okay, honey," Gayla said, lifting Brianna's head to cradle against
her chest. "A girl needs a good cry every now and then." She rocked slowly
back and forth, her cheek resting on Brianna's hair, and murmured soft
reassurances as Brianna sobbed and held on to her. Almost instinctively,
Gayla reached down and loosened the sash on her robe and worked the silk
open, exposing her breast, and guided her daughter's mouth to her nipple.
  Brianna's crying quieted as she took the stiff nipple into her mouth,
suckling like an infant, one hand coming up to touch the soft white flesh of
her mother's breast. She didn't realize what was happening until it was
already in her mouth and paused a moment in mild surprise. Her mother's
nipple felt big and thick on her tongue, much bigger than her own, and her
breast was so soft. A calm feeling washed over her, making her feel safe and
warm as she was rocked gently. It felt somehow natural to be held like a
baby, so she closed her eyes and began sucking again. She was very tired from
lack of sleep, and still feeling the glowing aftereffects of orgasm. After a
few minutes of contented nursing, she drifted off to sleep, still sucking her
mother's engorged nipple.
  Gayla carefully pulled her nipple from Brianna's mouth and gently laid her
down, pulling the covers up to her neck. She retied her robe and quietly
gathered all the items and tiptoed from the room, taking two trips to carry
everything out, then softly closed the door to her daughter's room. She went
to the bathroom and cleaned up the mess, dumping the contents of the pail
into the toilet and washing all the items she had used. She then dressed in
a light sun dress and went over to see Madeline.

*    *    *    *    *
 
  Several hours later, Brianna woke to a quiet house, lying naked between the
sheets. She had never slept in the nude before, and it made her feel
deliciously grown up and womanly. Lying on her stomach, she reached behind
her, running her hand over the curve of her ass and down her crack to finger
her asshole. Remembering the sensation of her mother's finger sliding in, she
brought her finger to her mouth and coated it in saliva, then reached back
down and slowly slid it into her cleanly washed asshole. She rolled onto her
side and moved her left hand down to touch her dampening pussy. She stroked
her clit as she fucked her finger in and out of her ass, small moans escaping
her lips, until she came in another intense orgasm, whimpering into her
pillow. She curled up into a tight ball and went back to sleep, pulling the
covers up over her head.
  She slept until her mother came and woke her up in time for dinner. Rising
with a yawn, she walked nude over to her dresser and got a clean sleep shirt,
pink with a teddy bear on the front. She put on the shirt with nothing
underneath, feeling slightly lascivious, then ran a brush quickly through her
hair. After going into the bathroom and washing her hands, she went down to
the dining room where her father and brother were already seated, waiting on
Gayla to bring in supper. Right away she noticed how Billy ogled her jiggling
breasts, nipples showing through the thin cotton. Daddy asked how she was
feeling and she told him she was better and would be returning to work
tomorrow.
  Gayla brought in the food and they all started eating. "Billy," Gayla said
after some time, "why didn't you wake me this morning? I nearly slept the day
away." She gave her husband a sly smile which he returned with a grin. Billy
blushed and mumbled something into his food, not looking up.
  After a while, Bill said, "Well, my secretary booked my flight for
Wednesday at three. I'll need to go in to the office first, so I guess I'll
go in 'til about noon then come home before leaving." He winked at Gayla. "I
can pack then."
  "That sounds fine, Honey," Gayla said, smiling at him. She knew why he was
really coming home. She turned her attention back to her son. "Billy, what
time is your baseball game on Wednesday?"
  Still not looking up, Billy replied, "The bus leaves at 10:30. We won't be
back 'til around 5 or 6. We're eating after the game."
  After dinner, Billy went off to his room and Brianna went in to watch TV
with her father. Gayla cleared the table and did the dishes, then went in to
join them. Brianna went to bed at 9:30, still not caught up on her sleep, and
Bill and Gayla turned in after 11.
  In his room, Billy watched TV and played video games until midnight, then
turned out the lights and watched out the window for Madeline's light to come
on. He sat fidgeting for about fifteen minutes, seeing again in his mind's
eye Dad begging as Mom hovered over his huge dick. Finally the window lit up,
and Billy snapped the binoculars up to his eyes. Madeline, dressed in her
nursing uniform, came to the window and opened it to let in the cool night
breeze. He held his breath as she turned away, reaching up behind her to
unzip her white dress, letting it slip off her shoulders and stepping out of
it. In bra and panties, she crossed the room and entered the bathroom,
leaving Billy's line of sight.
  "Damn!" Billy swore. Why couldn't she undress in her bedroom like a normal
person? "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon," he muttered, fidgeting, but when she emerged
she was wearing a long nightgown. "Double Damn!" Billy cursed as he watched
her cross to where her bed was, out of his sight on the left, then the light
went out.
  Billy dropped the binoculars and climbed into bed. He lay for awhile,
remembering what he had seen that morning, his dick getting hard rapidly. He
pulled his pajamas down and began stroking his dick, reaching to the bedside
table for a Kleenex with his left hand. Visions of his mother lewdly sucking
and fucking his father swam through his head as he pumped his dick faster and
faster until he shot his wad into the Kleenex. He threw away the soaked
Kleenex and pulled up his pajama bottoms, settling in to go to sleep. Still,
it was quite a while before sleep finally came.

*    *    *    *    *

CHAPTER 3 : Tuesday

  Billy didn't wake until 9 the next morning when his alarm went off.
Groggily, he reached out and groped for the off button. "Shit," he cursed,
squinting at the clock. He had missed Brianna. He remembered how her tits had
bobbled under her T-shirt at supper last night, her nipples poking out on
either side of the teddy bear on her chest. He rolled out of bed, checked
Madeline's window through the binoculars, seeing no sign of her, then went
down the hall to the bathroom. After taking a leak, he went downstairs and
got a bowl of cereal, eating it in front of the TV watching American
Gladiators. When he finished, he went back up to his room and got dressed for
practice. He decided he had better wake Mom before leaving.
  He went down the hall to her door and raised his hand to knock, but
hesitated. Instead, he slowly turned the doorknob, opening the door an inch
as silently as he could, and peeked in through the crack. The door was only a
few feet from Mom's side of the bed, with her night table between the two.
His breath caught as he saw Mom sleeping, lying on her back with one arm
across her face and her mouth open. She had no covers on and her short white
nightgown was hiked up around her waist, revealing the large bushy triangle
of her dark red-brown muff. He eased the door open quietly and crept over to
the side of the bed.
  He could see her giant tits beneath the see-through material of her gown,
rising and falling with her slow, even breathing. His eyes trailed down to
her incredibly hairy bush, uncovered below the hem of her nightgown. He moved
closer to the foot of the bed and leaned over her legs. One leg was bent at
the knee and cocked to the side, and Billy could see the puffy pink lips of
her pussy buried in the forest of wild pubes. He stood for several long
moments, staring wide-eyed, his dick straining against the zipper of his
jeans. His hand reached out shakily, as if it had a mind of its own. His
fingertips grazed lightly across the silky soft curls.
  He forced his hand to retreat, pulling it back to his side, but he couldn't
tear his eyes away. He continued staring breathlessly, his heart giving a
lurch when she suddenly stirred, her legs opening wider, affording him a
better view of her hairy slit, the pink petal lips parting slightly. He
glanced up at her face to see if she was awakening, but her arm still hid her
eyes, although her mouth was no longer open, and he noticed that her nipples
had grown erect, clearly visible through the sheer material. He looked back
down to stare at her pussy for another minute before quietly leaving the room,
easing the door closed behind him. He fled down the hall, downstairs, out the
front door, and sprinted the two blocks to the park where they practiced.

*    *    *    *    *

  Gayla awoke and squinted from beneath her covering arm, seeing Billy
standing over her. She started to speak, but stopped when her eyes focused
fully and she saw the look on his face. His mouth was hanging open and his
eyes were wide, staring down between her legs, and she realized that she was
uncovered, her groin exposed. She suddenly remembered what Brianna had said
the day before about him spying on her. Well, she thought, it's only natural
for a boy his age to be curious about girls. Knowing he would be very
embarrassed if she were to catch him looking at her, she pretended to still
be sleeping. Peering from the crook of her elbow, she noticed the bulge in
the front of his jeans. Maybe if he got a good look it would ease his
curiosity a bit. She pretended to stir in her sleep, spreading her legs
further until she was sure he could see her vulva. She saw alarm cross his
face when she moved, and quickly closed her eye when he looked up to her
face. She kept her eyes closed, and after another minute, heard his soft
footsteps leaving the room, the door closing quietly.
  She lay in bed quite a while after he had gone, thinking about how fast
her children were growing up. It made her a little sad knowing they weren't
her babies anymore. Her thoughts turned to her husband and her mood
brightened. This morning when she had awakened him, he had wanted a repeat of
the morning before, but she had rebuffed him, which she intended to continue
doing until he came home tomorrow at noon to prepare for his trip. She wanted
to build up his lust, tease him. Tomorrow Brianna would be at work and Billy
had a baseball game in a neighboring town, so they would be assured of
privacy. I'm going to give him a fuck to last three whole days, she thought
with a giggle.

*    *    *    *    *

  Brianna was having a typical boring day at work, selling scarves to little
old ladies and swimsuits to giggling teenagers in the little boutique where
she worked. Caroline, the owner, was busy in the back and as usual, Tami,
Caroline's daughter, was sitting at the counter reading a glossy magazine,
leaving Brianna to tend to the few customers in the store. Brianna didn't
really mind, but she did throw the oblivious Tami an occasional annoyed
glance.
  Although she was a year younger than Brianna and looked like a little
blonde waif, Tami seemed older and was definitely much wilder. She was always
relating her experiences with boys to Brianna, seemingly enjoying shocking
her with explicit tales of her exploits. She had even gotten her nipple
pierced. She had shown it to Brianna a few weeks before when her mother was
out of the store. They had been standing at the front counter talking, there
being no customers at the time, when Tami had told her about it. Then, in
plain veiw of anyone walking by in front of the shop, she had lifted her
T-shirt and pulled her right boob out of the lacy cup of her pink bra.
  Brianna had gasped at Tami's daring brazenness, glancing nervously at the
front windows before leaning close to stare in fascination at the little
silver hoop dangling from the delicate pink rosebud that was Tami's nipple.
"How did you get that?" she had gasped. "Don't you have to be 18?"
  "Yeah, but Bobby took me and told them I was his old lady," Tami told her.
Bobby was a 21 year-old guy, one of her boyfriends that her mother new
nothing about. "They didn't give us any hassle."
  "Didn't it hurt?" she had asked increduously.
  "Sure," Tami answered nonchalantly, "but it was an incredible rush when the
guy did it. It was sore as hell for a week or so, but now it feels totally
intense when a guy pulls on it with his teeth when he's boning away on me."
  Brianna had blushed profusely, of course. "Does your mother know you have
it?" she asked to hide her embarassment.
  "Hell no!" Tami answered with a laugh. "She doesn't know half the shit I
do." If all the things she said were true, Brianna could well believe it.
  Brianna was staring into space, lost in thought, when she felt a tap on her
shoulder. She jumped, startled, turning to find Lauren Gregory, one of their
regular customers, standing behind her.
  "Oh, I'm sorry Sugar," the elegant lady said sympathetically. "Did I scare
you? I just wondered if you could help me to try this on." She held up a
hanger with a black lace bustier on it. "I hate to be a nuisance but it has
so many little buttons in back."
  "That's okay, Mrs. Gregory," Brianna answered. "Of course I'll help you.
Come this way please." She led the way to the dressing rooms, pulling open
the curtain for her. "You just give me a yell when you need me. I'll wait
right here."
  "Thank you, Sugar," Lauren said, entering the booth and pulling the curtain
closed. Brianna smiled to herself. Mrs. Gregory always called her and Tami
'Sugar' and was always very polite and nice. She was small, with honey blonde
hair, somewhere in her mid forties, although she didn't look it, and always
finely dressed. She was a widow, and was rich.  When she called out, Brianna
slipped through the curtain.
  Mrs. Gregory was waiting for her, standing in her stockings and garter belt
and white silk panties, holding the strapless black bustier to her naked
chest. Brianna moved up behind her, pulling the two sides together and began
buttoning the long row of fancy buttons. When she finished she stepped back
and allowed Mrs. Gregory to check her reflection in the mirrors on three
sides of the small cubicle.
  "What do you think?" she asked Brianna's reflection in the mirror. "Is it
sexy?"
  Brianna blushed lightly and looked at the provocative garment in the
mirror. "It looks great, Mrs. Gregory."
  "Thank you, you're very kind," Lauren smiled at her, then returned her gaze
to her own reflection. "I think it will go quite nicely under my new
strapless evening gown. Would you undo me now, Sugar, please?"
  Brianna unbuttoned the bustier and started to leave, but Mrs. Gregory
stopped her. "Would you wrap it up for me, please?" she asked, turning around
and holding it out to Brianna.
  Surprised, Brianna couldn't help looking at the older woman's naked breasts.
They were not large, a small B-cup, tipped with small brown nipples. They
were not very firm, hanging down softly, and jiggled with her movements.
Brianna noticed Mrs. Gregory watching her as she stared and quickly averted
her gaze, reaching out for the bustier. She took it and hurriedly left the
dressing room.
  When she went to the front counter and began wrapping up Mrs. Gregory's
purchase, Tami was looking at her with an amused expression on her face.
  "You went in the dressing room with her?" Tami asked, as if she couldn't
quite believe it.
  "So?" Brianna retorted.
  "Well I sure as hell wouldn't."
  "Why not?" Brianna turned to face her.
  Tami rolled her eyes increduously. "'Cause she's a dyke!"
  Brianna couldn't believe it. She had actually thought of Mrs. Gregory as
the ideal type of woman she would like to be one day, refined and
sophisticated with impeccable taste and manners. "No way," she shook her head.
  "She sure is," Tami shot back. "You think all that lingerie she buys is for
herself?"
  Brianna looked at the bustier. "I saw her try this on."
  "That one might be for her, but she can't wear everything she buys here. I
bet she spends $300 a month. She buys most of it for her girlfriends."
  "How do you know?" Brianna asked, beginning to doubt her initial disbelief.
  "Mom's known her forever," Tami said. "Just ask her if you don't believe me."
  "But..." Brianna searched for an argument. "But she was married."
  "So?" Tami snorted derisively. "Just because someone's been married doesn't
mean they don't eat pussy."
  Brianna flushed hotly. Tami's crude comment brought lewd images to her
mind's eye, giving her that same funny feeling she had felt yesterday when
Mama had touched her most private areas. This made her think of the feel of
Mama's gentle fingers, the feel of her soft breast as Brianna had sucked at
her big stiff nipple. She was snapped out of her reverie by a nudge from
Tami. Startled, she looked up and saw Mrs. Gregory coming towards the counter.
Flustered, she hurriedly finished wrapping the package.
  Lauren walked up to the counter, fishing in her oversize bag for her
billfold. "Hello, Sugar," she said to Tami. "How are you?"
  "Just fine, Mrs. G," Tami answered, smiling sweetly like a perfect angel.
  Brianna put the package in a bag and picked up the credit card Mrs. Gregory
had lain on the countertop. After ringing up the purchase and getting the
charge slip signed, she handed the card back.
  "Thank you, Sugar." Mrs. Gregory smiled at both girls. "'Bye 'bye now," she
said. After she had gone, Tami looked at Brianna and giggled before turning
her attention back to her magazine.
  Brianna wandered away from the counter, musing confusedly. Had Mrs.
Gregory's fingers lingered on hers just a shade longer than necessary when
she took back the credit card, or was it her imagination? Was Tami lying just
to fluster her? If so, why had Mrs. Gregory exposed herself to her? Thinking
back now, Brianna was sure the nipples had been erect, and Mrs. Gregory had
definitely looked directly at her face, as if gauging her reaction.
  She slowly became aware that all this had made her go damp at the crotch.
She quelled the urge to go into the restroom and touch herself, telling
herself that she couldn't leave Tami to mind the store alone, ignoring the
fact that Tami often did just that to her. Actually, she wasn't ready to
admit to herself that the thought of two women together could excite her,
despite the fact that she'd had an orgasm yesterday at her mother's hands.
She busied herself selling scarves to little old ladies, etc., and ignoring
the horny thoughts.


*    *    *    *    *

  After rising from the bed, Gayla decided on a shower, but first she wanted
a cup of coffee. She went downstairs and poured a cup, sitting at the counter
to drink it, then went back up and took a quick shower. Standing at the
mirror in her silk robe, she had just finished blow-drying her hair, still
surprised at how quickly it went now that she had her boy cut, as she called
it. Suddenly she heard a commotion at the front door. "Mrs. Ward?" she heard
a boy's voice call, "Billy's hurt!"
  Alarmed, she ran to the front stairs and, coming down, saw Billy just
inside the front door, being supported by two boys she recognized as his
friends, Randy and Alex. Billy's face was screwed up in a grimace of pain and
he was holding his right leg up off the floor, one arm over each of the boys'
shoulders. "What happened?" she asked as she raced down to the bottom of the
stairs.
  Both boys were struck dumb by the sight of Billy's gorgeous mother, wearing
only a short silk robe of emerald green, rushing down the staircase, her huge
jugs bouncing crazily, nipples dancing under the shiny fabric. They both
stood, pop-eyed, gazing at her chest.
  "What happened?" she repeated, hurrying over to them.
  Finally Randy, ogling her tits, blurted out, "That asshole Freddy Carlson
cleated him in the nuts!" Then, realizing what he had said, he blushed
crimson and stammered, "Uh, I mean, Freddy was sliding into second base and
Billy was, um...The throw was low and Billy ...Freddy slid into him and,
uh..."
  "Yes, I see," Gayla interrupted him, looking down and seeing a rip up the
inner thigh of Billy's jeans running right up to the crotch, blood staining
the faded denim. "It's okay, boys," Gayla said. "I'll handle it from here."
She moved to replace Randy under Billy's right arm, wrapping her left around
his waist and starting toward the stairs. She was a little surprised at how
much taller than her he had grown.
  "Well, uh...I guess we'd better get back," Randy said. "See you later,
Billy."
  Billy didn't answer, but Gayla called over her shoulder, "Thank you, boys.
I'm sure he'll be fine." She helped Billy up the stairs, hearing the boys
leave behind her. She took him into her bathroom, which was closer, and
leaned him up against the wall. Kneeling down in front of him, she unbuckled
his belt and undid his jeans, pulling them down to his knees. Examining his
inner thigh, she saw a scratch about three inches long extending up under the
legband of his white underwear, which also had blood on them. "That doesn't
look too bad," she said. "It's stopped bleeding." She reached up for the
waistband of his shorts.
  "Mom!" Billy exclaimed, alarm in his voice, grabbing hold of his underwear.
  "Billy," she gave him an exasperated look, "don't be silly. I used to
change your diapers." She batted his hands away and slid down his shorts, his
manly penis and testicles spilling out. A bit surprised at how mature he was,
she hesitated, then gingerly lifted his heavy balls out of the way, seeing
that the scratch ended right at the junction of his thigh and pelvis. She
turned away to get a washcloth and some iodine from the medicine cabinet.
The second that Mom touched his balls, Billy's pain was forgotten and his
dick started to rise. When she turned away, he stood stiffly, eyes closed,
trying to will his dick back down, but images of his mother flooded his mind.
He saw her fingering her own pussy, sucking Dad's cock, wildly bouncing on
top of him, but most vividly, from less than an hour ago, her hairy cunt
barely a yard away from his face. In seconds, his prick was rock hard,
pointing straight out and throbbing.
  When Gayla turned back to her son, she was startled by the sight of his
erect penis standing out from his pelvis, aimed right at her. The first
thought that came to her mind was, My God, it's nearly as big as Bill's.
Indeed, it looked almost like an exact replica, only slightly smaller, about
7 inches long to Bill's 8 1/2, and not as thick. She caught herself staring
at it, just as he had been staring at her only a short time ago. She looked
up at him, thinking he was even more grown up than she had realized. His eyes
were closed tightly, his whole body tensed, hands at his sides clenched into
tight fists.
  Her heart was fluttering as she reached out with her left hand and pushed
his cock to the side with her fingertips, his body tensing even more when she
touched it. She began gently washing the dried blood from around the scratch,
and had to stifle a nervous giggle when his stiff penis slipped from her
fingers and came bobbing back to once again point at her face. Glancing up at
his tightly closed face again, she gave a slight shrug and grabbed hold of
his rigid pole, lifting it out of the way. She wiped away the remainder of
the blood as she held his hot, twitching prick in a loose fist, trembling
slightly, trying to ignore the excitement building in her own loins.
  By this time, Billy's cock was so hard it hurt, and he thought it must soon
split open to relieve the pressure. It throbbed and twitched as Mom's cool
fingers held it loosely. Releasing his penis, she twisted the cap off the
iodine. Lifting his bulging cock once again, she applied the iodine to the
scratch. When the red liquid contacted the broken skin, Billy jumped and
yelped at the sting. "Oh, I'm sorry, honey," Gayla said, and leaned close,
blowing on the burning scratch. Billy gritted his teeth, feeling the stream
of air tickling past his tight balls, his muscles so tight that his back was
starting to cramp. When Mom turned loose once again and turned to place the
iodine bottle on the counter behind her, he had to stand up away from the
wall to stretch his back.
  When Gayla turned back to her son, she was brought up short, nearly bumping
into his jutting cock, which was suddenly so close she could have stuck out
her tongue and tasted it. She held her breath, trembling all over,
butterflies suddenly fluttering in her stomach. She was mesmerized by his
bloated purple cockhead, barely an inch from her face. She stared mutely for
several seconds before realizing she wasn't breathing, finally exhaling in a
gust. When Billy felt her hot breath wash over his aching prick, his hips
gave an involuntary lurch forward, bringing the swollen head into contact
with her soft lips.
  Gayla froze, his smooth, bulbous cockhead butting up against her lips. Time
seemed to move in slow motion. Slowly, almost of its own volition, her mouth
opened, her eyes closing and her hands coming up to grip his firm young
buttocks, pulling him slowly forward, her lips sliding over the head and
gliding down the shaft, engulfing his cock, until the entire shaft was
embedded in her mouth, his cockhead in the back of her throat, his coarse
pubic hair tickling her nose.
  Billy groaned loudly when he felt a warm wetness slide down his dick,
finally opening his eyes and looking down to see Mom's lips stretched around
the base of his hard cock. He felt dizzy, and might have fallen had she not
been holding onto his ass. He watched as she slowly drew back up to the head,
leaving the shaft slickly gleaming with spit. She stopped with just the head
still inside, her lips clamped behind the bulging ridge of his cockhead. She
swirled her wet tongue around the engorged head several times before she sank
back down on his cock. Billy groaned again and had to reach behind him to
steady himself against the wall, making his hips thrust out even more.
  Billy watched as her lips glided up and down his rod in a slow, sensual
rhythm, making obscene slurping noises as she sucked hard. After a dozen
long, slow strokes, he felt come boiling up from the base of his dick. "Mom!
It's gonna.....UUNNNNHHH!" his warning came too late as the first hot spurt
shot out of the end of his cock.
  Gayla felt his cock spasm in her mouth, his ass cheeks clenching tightly as
he rose up on his toes and cried out. Hot semen shot into her mouth, trailing
out over her bottom lip and down her chin as she quickly pulled his jerking
cock out of her mouth and grabbed the washcloth, putting it over the head of
his cock and pumping the rest of his come into it with her hand. When he
finished spurting, she folded the cloth over and tenderly wiped off his
softening penis, licking come off her lip and swallowing what was in her
mouth. She then wiped the rest off her chin with the rag and slowly turned
away, saying quietly, "You had better go and change those jeans." He quickly
pulled up his pants and hurried from the room. "And put on some clean
underwear," she called down the hall after him. She heard him go into his
room and in less than a minute was back out and down the stairs, leaving.
She continued to kneel on the bathroom floor, dazed, leaning up against the
counter, wondering what the hell she had just done. 

*    *    *    *    * 
CHAPTER 4 : Still Tuesday

  Madeline James was standing at the kitchen counter wearing her white
terrycloth bath robe when Gayla knocked on the back door at 11:30. "Come on
in, Gay," Madeline called. Gayla entered, dressed in jeans and a flower print
blouse. "Hi," Maddie greeted her. "Do you want a cup of tea? I was just
fixing myself one."
  "Please," Gayla replied, sitting down at the kitchen table.
  Madeline got out another cup and put a tea bag into it, then poured hot
water out of the kettle into both cups. She brought the steaming mugs over to
the table, setting one in front of her friend before sitting down across from
her with her own. Stirring in a spoonful of honey, Madeline asked, "So, what
are you doing today?"
  "Oh, I've got to go grocery shopping this afternoon, plus I've got to go to
the dry cleaner to pick up Bill's suits for tomorrow," Gayla said, slowly
stirring her tea.
  Madeline smiled. "Have you figured out what you're going to do for the big
send-off?" She was anxious to hear all the details. She had been living
vicariously off Gayla's sex life since that asshole Eddie had run off with
his teenaged bimbo. Working the 3 to 11 shift six days a week at the hospital
didn't leave her much time for a social life of her own.
  "Not really," Gayla answered her. "Bill's coming home at noon. His plane
doesn't leave until three."
  Madeline was disappointed. Yesterday, Gayla had told her all about her
morning escapade, getting her hot as hell. After Gayla had left, Madeline had
worn out the batteries on her vibrator. "Well, I probably won't see you
tomorrow then, but I want all the details on Thursday, you hear?"
  Gayla looked up from her cup and smiled at her. "Of course," she said, but
the smile faded almost immediately and she finished her tea in silence while
Madeline chatted on about work.
  "Would you like another cup?" Madeline asked, and at Gayla's nod went over
to the stove and got the kettle and refilled their cups. When she sat down
again, she looked at her friend with concern. "Are you all right, Gay?" she
asked.
  Gayla sighed, stirring her tea slowly, and said, "It's Bill, Jr."
  "What about him?" Maddie asked, dipping her spoon into the honey.
  "Well," Gayla hesitated. "I sort of, accidentally, sucked him," she said
quietly.
  Madeline paused, her spoon full of honey half way to her cup. "What?" she
asked, not comprehending.
  "Sucked him," Gayla repeated, looking up at her. "Down there." She pointed
toward her lap.
  Madeline dropped her spoon. She stared at Gayla in shock as it clattered
over the edge of the table and landed on her bare foot, splattering it with
honey, before coming to rest on the floor. Dazed, she reached down and picked
it up. "You don't mean..."
  Gayla nodded and looked back down to her cup.
  "How did that happen?" Maddie asked increduously.
  Gayla sighed again, then began. "He's been so distant lately. I hardly ever
see him anymore. When he is home, he spends all his time in his room. Then
yesterday, Brianna told me she thought he had been spying on her. I couldn't
believe it. She's always been shy, and I assumed she was just being overly
sensitive." She shook her head and sipped her tea.
  "But?" Madeline prodded.
  Gayla looked up. "This morning when I woke up, he was standing there
looking at me," she said. At Maddie's questioning look, she explained, "I
was uncovered. Naked from the waist down."
  Madeline gasped, covering her mouth. She suddenly realized her room was
just across from his, and she often left the shades up and the window open at
night. She wondered if he had been watching her, also. The thought sent a
thrill through her, wondering what he might have seen. "What did you do?"
  "I didn't know what to do," Gayla answered. "I knew he would be mortified
if I caught him, so I pretended I was still asleep. I thought that if he got
a look, it would get it out of his system."
  "Honey, they never get it out of their system," Madeline said dryly. "Then
what happened?"
  "Nothing. He looked for a minute, then went off to ball practice."
  Madeline looked confused. "Then how...?"
  "He got injured. Some boys brought him home." Madeline looked alarmed, and
Gayla quickly explained, "Oh, he was all right. He just had a scratch on his
inner thigh. It went right up to his crotch."
  Madeline sat breathlessly, waiting.
  Finally, Gayla continued. "Anyway, here I was, down on my knees in front of
him, doctoring this scratch. I had to pull down his jeans and underwear to
get to it. I turned around to get a washcloth, and when I turned back he had
an erection. I had to move it out of the way to get to the scratch. I just
wasn't prepared for him to be so...well developed. I mean, God, he's only
fourteen!"
  Maddie couldn't help herself, she asked, "How well developed?"
  Gayla looked her in the eye. "Very well developed," she replied, holding
her hands apart, estimating the length of his penis. "Anyway, I could tell he
was embarrassed. He was so tense, I thought he was going to have a stroke."
  Maddie's face was flushed, her ears burning. Her pussy was getting wet
picturing her beautiful friend down on her knees handling her son's hard
cock. "Then what?" she asked.
  Gayla said, "Well, I had him leaning up against the wall, you know? I
turned to the cabinet, and when I turned back, he was standing upright away
from the wall, and there it was. I almost bumped into it." She held up a
pointing finger in front of her face, in the same position his cock had
been. "I froze, this close. Before I even realized it...," she engulfed her
finger with her mouth, looking at Maddie. "In another minute, it was all
over," she said after withdrawing her finger.
  "My God," Madeline breathed, "what did you do then?"
  Gayla shrugged. "I told him to change his underwear," she said.
  Madeline let out a guffaw of laughter, then covered her mouth, a horrified
look coming over her face. "Oh! I'm sorry Gay! I didn't mean to..."
  Gayla couldn't help her own giggle at Maddie's expression. "I suppose it
was something a mother would say," she said, and Maddie snorted again into
her hand, cracking Gayla up further. Soon, they were both giggling
uncontrollably, driving off their unease, laughing until tears rolled down
their cheeks.
  "Oh, Maddie," Gayla said, wiping her eyes, "what am I going to do?"
  "Just act normally toward him, I guess," Madeline told her. "Pretend it
didn't happen."
  "You don't think I should talk to him about it?" Gayla asked.
  "I think he would be extremely uncomfortable talking about it," Madeline
said. "If he's so well developed, maybe you should send him over to me," she
joked. "I'll make him forget all about you."
  Gayla smiled at her. "Hussy," she teased. It made her stop to think,
though. She knew Maddie hadn't had a man since Eddie left.
  Madeline reached over and clasped Gayla's arm. "You want something to eat,
Hon? It'd do you some good."
  "Oh, no, thank you, Maddie. I just couldn't," Gayla said, clasping
Madeline's hand. "I think I'm going to go get busy, try to keep my mind off
things." She stood up to go. "Thank you so much for making me feel better,
Maddie."
  "What are friends for?" Madeline asked. She got up and hugged the shorter
woman, saying, "Don't worry. Things will be fine. Call me if you need to
talk." As Gayla went out the door, Madeline called after her, "And remember,
Thursday..."
  "I know, every detail," Gayla interrupted her with a laugh. "Hey, do you
want me to let Butchie in? He's waiting at the door."
  "Yes, okay," Maddie called back. "See you, Gay."
  After Gayla had gone, Madeline sat back down and took a sip of her
forgotten tea. "Yuck," she said, pushing it aside. It had gotten cold and she
had forgotten to add honey, besides. She had gotten calmed down a bit while
she and Gayla had laughed, but now she was getting excited again, thinking
about Gayla sucking young Billy's cock. He is a good looking kid, she thought.
She fantasized about initiating him sexually.
  "Oh, Jesus," she moaned, reaching a hand inside her robe to pinch and twist
her erect nipple. She started to get up, planning on going up to get her
vibrator out of her bedside table, but she remembered she had forgotten to
buy new batteries. "Oh shit," she cursed. She slid down in the chair, untying
the sash and letting her robe fall open. She squeezed both small breasts,
tweaking the hard nipples between thumbs and forefingers. Closing her eyes,
her head lolling back on the backrest of the chair, she slid her hands down
her flat tummy and over her pubic mound, running both index fingers over her
rapidly extending clitoris. A shudder ran through her body, and with her left
hand she spread her labia, her right going lower to finger her moist hole.
Getting her index finger wet with pussy juice, she began tracing light
circles around her sensitive clit, pulling the skin back tight with her left.
Suddenly, something rough and wet slid across the top of her foot, causing
her to cry out and nearly jump out of her skin. With a startled yelp, Butchie
fled across the room. Sighing with relief, Madeline realized he had found the
spilled honey, and it had been his tongue licking her foot. Suddenly, a very
wicked idea came to her mind. "Butchie," she called sweetly, "come here,
Butchie." The dog came back toward her, wagging his tail. She pulled him
around by the collar to sit in front of her chair. She reached up and dipped
her finger into the honey jar, scooping up a dollop and holding it out to
Butchie, who sniffed at it and began licking her finger. "Is that good, boy?
Yes, you like that don't you?"
  Madeline settled back into her chair, still holding her finger out to the
dog, and slid her ass forward to the front edge of the seat, spreading her
long legs wide with Butchie in between. Reaching down with her left hand, she
again pulled apart her cunt lips. She plunged her finger back into the honey,
and spread the sticky substance across her stiff clit and labia, and into her
hot cunt hole. Butchie nosed forward, sniffing at her sticky pussy, and began
to lap her sweet tasting cunt in long strokes of his rough tongue. Madeline
shuddered hard, bringing her right hand up to pinch her nipples. "Ooh, yes,"
she crooned, "good boy. You're such a good boy."
  She moaned deeply as Butchie pushed his snout harder against her, snorting
into her pussy as he tried to get at the honey inside. She picked up the jar
and poured more honey onto her spread cunt. It rolled slowly over her clit,
coating her pussy lips, running into the gaping hole and beyond to slide over
her asshole. Butchie began licking furiously at the deluge of sweet honey,
and Madeline reached down and spread her pussy even wider, using both hands.
She tried to keep from bucking her hips, not wanting to scare him away, as
she felt her orgasm building, rushing up from her hot cunt to engulf her
entire body in a tidal wave of intense pleasure. Her entire body quivered,
toes curled, stomach muscles rippled, and her breaths came in short little
mewling gasps as she came, Butchie licking an entirely different nectar as it
flooded from her spasming vagina. Finally, she had to push him away as her
orgasm subsided, holding him back with her foot when he tried to get back to
her, whining.
  After catching her breath, Madeline rose from the chair, pulling her robe
closed with mock haughtiness, Butchie looking up at her. "You beast," she
said to him, but then giggled at his quizzical expression. "Don't think this
is going to become a habit, mister," she said. She went back upstairs and got
back into the shower, washing her pussy especially well. When she was out
again, she stood at her bedroom window, gazing over at Billy's window
speculatively. Finally, she went down to get herself something to eat before
getting ready for work.

*    *    *    *    *

Gayla spent the day running errands and doing household chores. She had
supper ready when Bill got home shortly after Brianna, and Billy got in just
as they were sitting down at the table. He didn't seem to be troubled by what
had happened. If anything, he was less withdrawn than he had been lately,
even going in to watch TV with his father after dinner while Brianna helped
Gayla clean up. It was such a relief after worrying about him all day.
Exhausted, she went to bed early so she could get up with Bill in the
morning.

*    *    *    *    *

  That night, when Madeline pulled into her driveway after work, she looked
up at Billy's room and saw the flickering blue light of his TV. Entering the
house, she checked her answering machine, no messages she noted with a sigh,
then went and let Butchie in from the back yard. She locked up, climbed the
stairs, and entered her room. Before turning on the light, she looked out and
noted with a smile that Billy's window was now dark. She switched on the
light and walked over to the window, opening it wide. Standing in front of
it, she reached back and unzipped her uniform, taking it off slowly, leaving
herself clad in black lace bra and panties. She leaned on the window sill,
pretending to catch the breeze.
  In his room, Billy held the binoculars in his left hand and his hard dick
in his right, watching as Madeline leaned into the open window in her sexy
black underwear, her eyes closed in a dreamy expression. "Come on, Mrs.
James," he urged. "Take it off for Billy." And she did just that, reaching
up between her tits and unhooking the front clasping bra, shrugging her
shoulders to let it fall to the floor.
  He stroked his dick as he stared at her high, firm breasts, her cherry
nipples standing out stiffly in the cool night air. Through the powerful
binoculars, he could see goose pimples rise on her pale flesh. He held his
breath and increased the pace of his pumping fist as she hooked her thumbs
in the waistband of her panties, toying with the sheer lace as she looked up
at the moon, seemingly musing on some pleasant thought, a ghost of a smile on
her beautiful face. Slowly, she lowered her panties, revealing a raven black
triangle of pussy hair. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other,
working the panties down until they fell to her ankles below his sight. Billy
came in a rush just as she turned and slowly walked to the bathroom, giving
him a view of her perfect ass, swishing from side to side as she walked. He
continued to watch, rubbing his spent dick, until she emerged from the
bathroom, wearing her long nightgown, and crossed to the bed, switching off
the light.
  In the bathroom, Madeline stood naked at the sink and brushed her teeth,
then slipped into her gown. I've got to get something sexier, she thought as
she studied herself in the mirror. Switching off the bathroom light, she went
back into the bedroom, resisting the urge to look out the window as she
crossed the room. She turned the lights out and crept back to the window,
peeking around the side. She was sure she could see shadowy movement behind
the glass. She smiled to herself. Damn, she thought, that strip-tease got me
hot, then she remembered she still hadn't gotten any batteries for her
vibrator. She stamped her foot and pouted in frustration, silently cursing
herself. She marched straight down to the kitchen and wrote herself a note,
and stuck it angrily to the refrigerator before stomping back up the stairs
to her bed.

*    *    *    *    *

CHAPTER 5 : Wednesday

  Gayla got Bill out of bed by 7 the next morning, then went to wake the
kids. Brianna was already in the shower and Billy was up also, getting his
baseball uniform together when she knocked on his door. She went downstairs
and made coffee, drinking a cup while making breakfast for them all. After
eating, Bill kissed her good-bye, saying with a wink, "See you at about
noon." As he left the table, he squeezed Billy's arm and said, "Good luck in
your game, slugger." Then he and Brianna were gone, leaving her alone with
Billy.
  She contemplated talking to him about yesterday, but couldn't think of a
way to begin. Finally, she decided to let it lie. She would talk to him later
if he seemed troubled. Soon, he got up and went into the family room to watch
MTV. Gayla cleaned up the breakfast dishes, then went up to pack Bill's
things. When she had it all ready to go, she moved the full suitcase down to
the front door, and hung the garment bag containing his suits on the coat
rack. He always complained that she packed too many things, but if he did it
himself he invariably left something important behind. She went back to the
bedroom and changed the sheets on the bed to the black satin ones she kept
put away for special romantic occasions. She then went back down to the
kitchen to have another cup of coffee and relax.
  Billy went up at about 9:30 and got dressed in his uniform. He came down
carrying his glove and cleats and said, "Mom, I'm going to meet some of the
guys early. We're going to take some batting practice before we leave."
  "Okay, dear," she answered him. "Have a good time. I'll see you tonight."
  After he had gone, she went upstairs and took a leisurely bath, shaving her
legs and washing her hair. Getting out, she toweled herself dry, then put on
her robe and stood at the mirror to blow-dry her hair and curl it with a
curling iron. Moving into the bedroom, she sat at her vanity to do her
make-up. She chose a jade green eye shadow with a heavy black eye-liner and
mascara, then lightly rouged her cheekbones, and finally, chose a bright
crimson lipstick. She considered her reflection a moment.
  Satisfied, she sprayed on Bill's favorite perfume, then went into the
walk-in closet and retrieved the sexy lingerie she had bought last weekend
and hidden from Bill. After putting on the flimsy garments, she stood before
the full length mirror to judge the effect. Black stockings sheathed her legs
to the upper thigh, held up by a frilly black garter belt. Her black panties
tied at the sides, so they could be removed without unhooking the garters,
and they were so sheer she could see the individual pubic hairs through them.
Topping the outfit was a black lace half-bra that held her large breasts up
and out yet left the nipples uncovered to jut forward invitingly. God damn
sexy, she thought, pinching her nipples into hardness. Just one more touch,
then she could pick out a dress to go over it.
  She glanced over at the clock by the bed. Five minutes before eleven,
plenty of time, she thought, and re-entered the closet, spinning her
revolving shoe rack. She found her black leather pumps with the three inch
stiletto heels and placed them on the floor, stepping into them carefully.
She didn't often wear high heels, so she was looking at her feet,
concentrating on finding her balance when she emerged from the closet. When
she looked up, there was a hulking figure standing in the doorway to the
hall.
  She let out a startled scream before recognizing Bill, standing there
pointing a video camera at her. Putting a hand to her fluttering heart, she
breathed a sigh of relief. "You nearly scared the life out of me." A scolding
look came over her face and she put her hands on her hips. "You're early,
mister. You weren't supposed to be here for another hour."
  He grinned at her from behind the viewfinder. "I couldn't wait," he said.
  "Nice outfit."
  She smiled. "You like?" she asked. "You weren't supposed to see it yet.
Where did you get that camera?"
  She struck a sexy, calendar girl pose as he answered, "Roger lent it to
me." Suddenly she froze when another figure entered the door to step past
Bill. It was Roger, grinning from ear to ear. She had seen him many times
over the years, of course, yet he had never mentioned their liaison, and
never propositioned her again. She had often wondered if he even remembered
it. He didn't much resemble the Roger of thirteen years ago, the once lean
figure now given way to a middle aged paunch and the wavy brown hair now just
a flap combed over a shiny, bald pate. She stood frozen, staring at him
mutely, her mouth hanging open. Finally she was spurred into action by
another figure entering behind Bill, who had not moved. She whirled and
snatched up her robe that she had left lying on the vanity's seat. Clutching
it to her chest, she turned back and saw a tall, gangly kid of about twenty
standing behind Roger. He was at least six foot-three and had long, frizzy,
mousy brown hair and a faint mustache the same color, and wore round, John
Lennon-style glasses. He was not exactly skinny, but quite lean, wearing
faded jeans and a green T-shirt. He looked like a hippie, she thought, and he
had an eager look on his homely face.  She turned to Bill with a confused,
questioning look. He continued filming and grinning, and said quietly, "I
brought my army."
  A look of panic crept over her face as she realized what he was talking
about, their playful banter the other morning. She started to make a run for
the bathroom door, but didn't get two steps before a man appeared in the
doorway. When he stepped through, she immediately recognized Art Fielding,
another co-worker of Bill's whom she had known for years. He was in his
mid-forties and built like a fire plug, short and wide, not fat, but thickly
solid. He had short-cropped, sandy blonde hair, and his stoic features belied
his timid nature. Like Roger, he was dressed in a suit and tie. Unlike Roger,
who was still a bachelor, Art was married to a fat, Hispanic woman named
Consuela, and they had six kids.
  Turning back to Bill with a frightened look, she asked shakily, "Bill?"
  From behind the camera, Bill said to her, "You remember Roger, Honey, and
Art, of course. And this is Jimmy. He works in the mail room." He chuckled,
"But we all call him Holmes."
  Her mind couldn't believe what was happening, as if it were a dream. She
looked confused, and asked numbly, "Holmes?"
  The kid piped up and said, "After John Holmes, the porno guy." He leered at
her.
  It slowly dawned on her who he meant. She and Bill had seen movies with the
actor, who had a huge cock. Her eyes were involuntarily drawn down to the
crotch of his blue jeans, where she saw an immense bulge running down his
pantleg. Her face turned beet red and her heart thudded heavily.
  Roger stepped forward and snatched the robe from her. He had been waiting
for this for thirteen years, for Bill to offer him another crack at his
beautiful wife. He was an honorable man, in his own way. He would never make
a play for a friend's wife. Unless, of course, that friend asked him to. He
had given up on a repeat long ago, but then, yesterday, Bill had suggested
it, saying she liked to tease, make him beg. "Not that I don't like it, mind
you," Bill had said to him, "I just think it's high time I reciprocated."
Bill had admitted to fantasizing about having several men fuck his wife, and
Roger had suggested Art, because he was in much the same situation that Bill
had been thirteen years ago. His wife was fat, and a devout Catholic, keeping
Art on a short leash. And he had suggested Holmes because everyone knew about
the size of his tool and Roger wanted to see Gayla Ward take that monster
cock. Also, he had talked Bill into videotaping the event, managing to
persuade him to make an extra copy for Roger.
  Gayla was trying in vain to cover her enormous breasts with crossed arms,
backing away from him. "Hold her, Art," Roger commanded, and Art came forward
to grab her upper arms in a vise-like grip. Roger pulled the sash from the
robe and moved around behind her, pulling her wrists back to tie behind her
back.
  Gayla was shaking like a leaf as Roger bound her hands. It was fear, yes,
but it was also a nervous excitement building in her. With her arms tied
back, her breasts were thrust out even more, and her exposed nipples stood
out like miniature crimson cocks. Roger reached out and pulled on one,
rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, looking into her eyes. "Get her
sitting in that chair," he instructed the men, indicating the big easy chair
in the far corner, next to a matching love seat. He then turned and walked
into the bathroom. Art and Holmes maneuvered her backwards until she bumped
her legs and fell into the soft chair.
In a few moments, Roger came out with a bowl of water, a towel, a wet washcloth, a razor, shaving cream, and a small pair of scissors. My God, she thought, they're actually going to do it. He arranged the items on the floor in front of her, then removed his jacket and tie and knelt down in front of her. "Pull her legs up over the armrests," he ordered. Art and Holmes, on either side of the chair, each grabbed a leg and pulled it over the armrest on his side. She tried to squirm away from them, but they were too strong, and soon her legs were spread wide, her bottom pulled forward to the edge of the cushion. Looking down between her widely splayed thighs, she could see her plump labia through the gossamer fabric of her panties, and she knew the men could as well. Roger reached out and untied the strings on her panties and pulled them off of her, her pussy now bare before them. 
"Holy Shit!" Holmes exclaimed. "Will you look at how much hair this little lady has? God Damn!"
Again Gayla tried to squirm free, but it was no use. She felt a wave of sheer panic grab hold of her, starting to gasp for breath and trembling so violently her teeth started chattering. "Calm down, now," Roger said gently, making eye contact. "Just take it easy. Everything's gonna be just fine." He began rubbing her thighs softly, running his smooth hands up and down the soft, sensitive flesh. Looking into his eyes, she felt a tiny spark of the fire that had consumed her that night so long ago, and the panic faded. He may not be the looker he was, but he still had something. He ran his hands lower and lower, eventually brushing across the edges of her muff, all the while mesmerizing her with his steady gaze. Before she realized it, he was running his fingers all through her bushy pubic hair, and she was starting to enjoy it.
Finally breaking eye contact but keeping one hand swirling through her tangled pubes, he reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out some little plastic bags and handed them to Art. He then reached down and found the scissors. Art, still holding her leg firmly with one strong hand, opened one of the little bags with his teeth and held it open for Roger. Roger lifted a thick tuft of hair and snipped it away with the scissors, dropping it into the baggie. He continued lifting and snipping, stuffing the hair into the bag, occasionally looking up into her eyes. When the bag had a goodly wad of hair, he took it from Art and sealed it, putting it in his pants pocket. He looked up into her now steady gaze and smiled. "Souvenir," he explained. Gayla said nothing, just continued to watch. Meanwhile, Bill hovered over Roger's shoulder, filming everything.
Gayla watched as her muff diminished, Roger snipping and snipping, until he had filled three more little baggies, giving one to each man, including Bill, and all the long pubes were cropped short. He put away the scissors and dipped his hand in the bowl of water, bringing it up to wet down the bristling stubble that was left on her mound. He then sprayed shaving cream into his palm and spread it all around her spread pussy and between her ass cheeks. He washed the rest off his hands and picked up the razor. He began shaving from the top down, in short, careful strokes, rinsing the razor in the bowl to clear it. He removed the little trail of hairs leading up to her navel with one swipe of the razor. He held her labia aside while he shaved down the sides of her vagina, then told the guys to pull her legs back further so he could shave around her asshole. When he was finished, he picked up the washcloth, which had been steaming hot, and laid it over the shaved area, holding it firmly in place. Gayla sighed with pleasure, it felt deliciously warm on her bare cunny. After a few moments, he wiped away all the remaining shaving cream, pulling apart the folds of her labia to get every nook and cranny, then sat up to inspect his work.
Gayla looked at her bare, white pussy, the fat pink lips standing open like the petals of a flower, exposed as they had never before been. She was by now terribly excited, having a man who was not her husband touch her most intimate places, and being obscenely exposed in front of friend and stranger alike. She caught her breath when Roger leaned forward and kissed her soft inner thigh. He looked up at her to gauge her reaction, then kissed her again, a little lower, then lower again, continuing until he was right next to her vulva, then repeating the procedure down the other leg. With his lips poised an inch above her, he stuck out his pink tongue and touched it to her pouting pussy lips. She gasped as he traced her labia with feather light licks from the tip of his soft tongue, then slowly snaked it between her lips and into her hot tunnel, bringing his mouth down to cover her vulva. She writhed and moaned as he fucked her with his tongue, then reached up to spread her pussy with his fingers, pulling the skin back from her swollen purple clitoris, licking and sucking the sensitive button. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes," she moaned, feeling her orgasm approaching, but just before she came, he pulled away. "Don't stop!" she cried plaintively, writhing on the cushion. "Please don't stop!"
Roger sat up, grinning at her, and began to remove his clothes. She looked up at the others, still holding her down. Art looked down on her hungrily, nearly drooling with lust, and Holmes grinned at her confidently, as if this situation was nothing new to him. When she caught his eye, Holmes reached down with one hand and began squeezing her breasts, kneading the soft flesh and pinching her nipples. She looked back to Roger as he rose and dropped his slacks and underwear, his erect, sickle-shaped penis bobbing free. Grabbing his cock in his hand, he knelt back down in front of her and rubbed the head up and down her wet slit and over her tingling clit. Then he pulled it back and said, "Beg for it. Tell me how much you want it."
Gayla gasped, taken aback for a moment. Those were the same words she used with Bill when she teased him. She looked over to her husband, whom she had nearly forgotten, but he continued filming, saying nothing. Then she looked back to Roger, her need taking control of her. "Please, Roger," she begged, "I want your cock in me. Please fuck me! Please!"
Roger placed the head of his hard cock at the opening of her yearning vagina and slowly pushed it in to her tight hole. Gayla whimpered as she watched his smooth shaft slide into her bald cunt, sinking in to the hilt before withdrawing slowly until only the tip of the head was inside, then plunging in again, setting up a steady stroking rhythm. She watched as her plump pussy lips clung to his prick as he withdrew and then rolled inward with each thrust. He increased the pace of his pumping cock, slamming it into her harder and harder, causing her heavy breasts to roll on her chest and her breath to come in ragged gasps. She moaned, "Oh yes, fuck me, Roger! Fuck me! I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come, right nowww!" Her orgasm burst forth like a flood from a dam and she convulsed with waves of gratification as he pounded her pussy even faster. 
When her orgasmic throes subsided, Roger stopped his thrusting and pulled his cock out of her, pulling her legs down off of the arms of the chair. She was surprised to note that the other two men were out in the middle of the room, starting to undress. She hadn't noticed them let go of her legs and move away. Standing up between her spread thighs, Roger pulled her into an upright sitting position and grabbed her hair, guiding his prick into her willing mouth. 
Gayla tasted her own pussy juice as she sucked his slick cock. With her hands still tied behind her, she let him guide her head with handfuls of her short red hair and pump his penis in and out of her sucking mouth, just as he had thirteen years before. Faster and faster he pumped as she sucked and slurped, until he cried out and shot hot come into her mouth. She swallowed greedily as his spasming prick filled her mouth with spurt after spurt of hot come. When he finished, she licked his cock clean, looking up at his face. He gazed down at her intently for a several moments, then bent down, taking her face gently between his hands, and kissed her, deeply and passionately, his tongue intertwining with hers, heedless of the semen she had just swallowed. He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes again. "God, you're beautiful," he whispered, then turned and crossed the room to the bathroom, picking up his underwear on the way.
Holmes and Art, now both naked, were walking toward her. Side by side, Holmes tall and thin, Art short and stocky, they reminded her of Abbot and Costello, and she began to giggle, but was sobered by the sight of their stiff cocks. Art's was about six inches, although it looked shorter because it was so thick, shaped like a wedge, with a pointed head widening out to an incredibly thick base, probably as big around as it was long. Nearly his entire body was covered in thick sandy-blonde hair, making him look like a teddy bear. But it was Holmes' oversized organ that made her gasp in wonderment. It was over ten inches long and was almost as big around as a beer can, with an immense purple head and a scrotum underneath that was the size of a tennis ball. She could see why they had nicknamed him Holmes. Tearing her eyes away as they stopped in front of her, she looked up at them and asked huskily, "What did you boys have in mind?"
"We want to do you at the same time," Holmes answered eagerly. "Him in your pussy and me in your ass." As she doubtfully looked down at the size of his cock, he added, "Don't worry, it'll fit. My girl takes it all the time, and she loves it. And she's just a little thing, too. Lots smaller than you."
Gayla considered for a moment and they were afraid she was going to say no, but when she spoke, she only said, "Would one of you gentlemen care to untie me?" They scrambled to comply, Holmes getting there first. When she was free, she stood and sashayed past them, walking over to the vanity. Feeling wantonly slutty, she stuck her garter belt-framed ass out exagerratedly as she bent over to fix her smudged lipstick in the mirror. 
When she finished and turned back around, Roger came back in through the door to the hall, wearing his underwear and carrying a six pack of beer in his hand. "Found this in the fridge," he said. "You mind?"
Gayla laughed and said, "Help yourself." You didn't ask if you could come in my mouth, but you ask if you can drink my beer, she thought wryly.
Roger smiled back and said, "Don't mind if I do." He went over and sat on the love seat, opening a bottle and taking a swig.
Strutting in her sexy lingerie and high heels, she walked over to the bed and pulled back the spread and top sheet. Turning back to Art and Holmes, who were still standing by the chair, she smiled slyly and called them over with a crooked finger. Breaking into huge smiles, they hurried over to her. She stepped up to Art, so close that her nipples pressed against his furry chest. With her high heels on, she was taller than him. She kissed him lightly on the lips, then gave him a rough shove, causing him to fall to his back on the bed. She reached over to open the drawer of the night stand by the bed and pulled out a tube of lubricant. Turning to Holmes, she handed him the tube and eyed his tremendous cock again, shaking her head skeptically. She touched it tentatively, stroking the foreskin back and forth. Her fingers did not reach all the way around it. She looked up at him and asked, "How old are you, anyway?"
He grinned down on her. "I turned nineteen last month," he answered.
My God, she thought, he's barely older than Brie. Looking down at his pole one more time, she said, "Wait until I tell you," then turned back to the bed.
She climbed onto the bed and straddled Art's thighs, reaching down to stroke his wedge-like prick into full hardness, and stuck her butt out toward Holmes. "Okay, grease me up," she instructed him over her shoulder, "and use a lot." She rubbed Art's cock as Holmes smeared the lube between her cheeks, then stuck the opening of the tube directly into her puckered asshole and squeezed a good ounce of the slippery gel into her rectum. Withdrawing the tube, he slid his long, thin finger into the tight hole, swirling the lube and working it deep into her. She reached back and pushed his hand away, and said, "Now do that thing of yours."
With Roger watching from the love seat, and Bill hovering around capturing everything on video, Gayla moved up and guided Art's fat prick into her shaved snatch, groaning as her cunt was stretched wide by its girth. She slowly slid up and down on it a few times to get accustomed to its thickness, then leaned forward, lying atop Art's chest, and took a shuddering breath. "Okay, do it," she said hoarsely.
Holmes, with both hands full of greased dick, climbed onto the bed and also straddled Art's thighs. Gayla felt the massive head of his cock slip between her ass cheeks to press firmly up against her anus. He leaned over her back, pushing forward with a slow, steady pressure. "Oh God!" Gayla groaned, wincing as the bludgeoning head slowly forced its way into her tight asshole, stretching it impossibly wide, Art's thick wedge imbedded in her pussy making it even tighter. She ground her engorged clit into the base of Art's cock, moaning, "Oh God! Oh God! I'm gonna come already! Oh God! I'm gonna...Uuunnnnnggghhhh!" Just as the huge cockhead popped fully through her clenching sphincter, her orgasm exploded over her. She sank her teeth into Art's shoulder as she rode the orgasmic waves, inch after inch of Holmes' colossal cock sliding into her ass, filling her more fully than she had ever been before.
When her orgasm finally abated and she had recovered somewhat, Gayla levered her body up on hands and knees and began to ride up and down on Art's wide dick, as Holmes began fucking her ass in incredibly long strokes. Art reached around behind her back to unhook her bra, and she pulled her arms out of the straps as he pulled it down, letting her hefty tits hang free. She increased her bouncing pace as Art squeezed her breasts together and lifted his head to lick and suck her stiff nipples and Holmes grabbed her undulating hips to pump harder and faster.
"Ooh, suck harder, Artie," she urged. "And bite them. Bite my nipples! Harder!" She slammed her pussy down on his cock as fast as she could as he sucked and bit her 3/4 inch nipples, and Holmes drilled his mighty log into her bunghole. "Oh yes! Fuck me harder! Harder!" she screamed. "Fuck my pussy and my ass! My pussy and my ass!" Art bucked his hips up into her wildly and bit down brutally on her right nipple, grunting like an animal as he came, shooting his load into her wildly fucking pussy. 
"Aaiiieeeeeeee!" Gayla's banshee wail echoed throughout the house as the intense pain from her nipple and the hot flood of come combined with the monster cock frenziedly fucking her asshole to trigger another, even more intense climax. Right at the peak of her orgasm, Holmes seized her shoulders and rammed his gigantic staff up her battered asshole to the hilt, shooting come deep into her bowels, bowing her back as he ground his pelvis into her ass, trying to shove it even deeper. She thrashed insensately, shrieking at the top of her lungs as her orgasm redoubled in strength, seeming to go on and on until a black hole opened and swallowed her into its infinite depths.
When Gayla regained her senses, she didn't know how long she had been out. She was lying alone on the sheet, face down. Groaning, she rolled over onto her back. Looking up, she saw Roger standing at the side of the bed, his erect penis in his hand. Grinning down at her, he asked, "Are you ready for round two?"

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CHAPTER 6 : Still Wednesday

   Gayla was still dazed as Roger pulled her up from the bed. He leaned his
head down and kissed her passionately on the mouth, his hands sliding down
her bare back to squeeze her ass cheeks. Feeling wobbly on her high heels,
Gayla clung to his neck with both arms, sucking on his probing tongue. He led
her by the hands over to the coffee table in front of the love seat. Art and
Holmes were seated together, both still naked, drinking bottles of beer. He
turned her to face them and pressed up against her back, wrapping his arms
around her to fondle her large breasts as he kissed and nibbled her neck and
shoulders. She arched her back and placed her hands over his on her tits,
feeling his hard cock pressed against her buttocks.
   Roger reached down with one hand, squatting slightly, to guide his
upturned prick between the cheeks of her ass, finding her still slick asshole. Gayla stiffened with apprehension, but then sighed with relief as his long, thin cock slid easily into her butt, a comfortable fit after the reaming Holmes had given her. Roger reached around to finger her hairless pussy as he began to fuck her ass in an easy rhythm. He continued to kiss her neck and nip lightly at her earlobes, his left hand cupping one heavy tit, his right stroking her come soaked pussy lips. Through slitted eyes, she looked at the men on the love seat in front of her. Holmes held his cock in his hand, already getting hard again, as he watched the action, grinning and occasionally sipping from his beer. Art merely stared, holding his bottle in both hands, seemingly forgotten.
Roger's thrusts gradually became more urgent. He spread her feet wide apart with his own and pushed her upper body forward, bending her at the waist. She leaned forward and placed her palms flat on the coffee table in front of her to keep her balance, her large breasts swinging heavily as his pounding pelvis smacked into her meaty ass cheeks. He reached around and underneath her with both hands to spread her pussy lips and tickle her exposed clitoris with a fingertip moistened in her juices. After several minutes in this position, Gayla could feel another orgasm building within her loins. She cried out as she came in a rush, her arms and legs giving out beneath her. She collapsed onto the coffee table, carrying Roger down with her, his hands grasping her hips and his cock still pumping, never missing a stroke.
Gayla lay panting with her eyes closed, her breasts mashed against the cool wood of the tabletop, being rocked by Roger's pounding thrusts. She felt hands lift her head, and opened her eyes to see Holmes' giant hard-on staring her in the face. He rubbed the great purple cockhead over her lips and she opened her mouth wide to let it in. It was too big to get much more than the head in, her lips only making it to about an inch behind the ridge. She grasped the thick shaft in both hands, pumping it as she sucked and licked the huge head. Meanwhile, Roger continued to piston his skinny dick into her asshole as fast as he could, and after about five minutes of frenzied fucking, he arched his back and came, shooting his load up her ass. 
Roger pulled his rapidly softening dick out of her ass and stumbled over to collapse into the easy chair, gasping for breath, his nearly bald head running with sweat. Holmes stood and came around the table to lift her in his arms, showing surprising strength in his gangly form. As he carried her to the bed, Gayla held on around his neck, burying her head tiredly into his chest. He laid her on the bed and climbed on to crouch between her legs. "Do you mind if I take these off?" he asked, reaching for her stocking tops. "I like to feel skin." She lifted her leg as he unhooked the garter and rolled the stocking to her ankle, pulling it off along with her shoe and dropping them over the side of the bed. After he had done the same with the other leg, Gayla braced her feet and lifted her hips off the bed, pulling the garter belt around to unhook it and toss it to the floor also.
Gayla looked up at him. She didn't find him attractive at all, but that tremendous cock had its own appeal, and he was young enough to be her son, which was a thrill in itself. She reached down and spread her pussy lips as he stroked his cock. "Come on, give me that big cock," she said throatily. "Fuck me." Holmes spat into his hand and rubbed it over the head of his cock, then moved forward to place the tip against her hairless vulva, rubbing it up and down her slit. Gayla wrapped her legs around his bony hips and dug her heels into his ass, pulling him to her, his oversized cock stretching her pussy wide as it entered. "Oh God, it's fucking huge!" she moaned as it slid into her inch by inch. 
He reached out with both hands to paw her tits, squeezing and shaking them as he began to rock his hips back and forth, fucking her in long slow strokes. He bent over her, burying his face between her breasts, kissing and sucking the soft white flesh, occasionally pausing to suck hard, leaving a livid purple mark. He pushed her quivering tits together, licking his way from one stiff nipple to the other, causing her to hiss and dig her fingernails into his back at the stinging pain in the one Art had bitten. She locked her feet together behind his back and bucked her pelvis up to meet his thrusting hips, urging him to a faster pace. "Oh yes! That's it!" she exclaimed as his ten inch plus cock plunged into the depths of her vagina faster and faster. "Fuck me! Fuck me good!" He squeezed her tits hard and sucked both thick nipples into his mouth at once as he pounded her hot cunt. "Oh God! Oh God! Here I come!" she screamed, grabbing handfuls of his hair and pulling hard. "I'm coming! I'm commmmiinnngg!" She humped frenziedly against him as spasms wracked her body, her juices flooding over his driving shaft.
As her orgasm subsided, she dropped her feet to the bed, trying to catch her breath, but Holmes kept humping at the same pace, affording her no rest. He rose up away from her, fucking her pussy at a different angle, watching her big tits roll on her chest. After several minutes of this position, he lifted her legs, bringing her feet up over his shoulders. He then leaned forward, supporting himself on his hands and toes, bending her nearly double, his cock penetrating even deeper. 
Gayla felt light headed, breathing hard, whimpering each time his huge prick slammed into her. Looking down between their bodies, she watched his incredible dick slide in and out of her clinging pussy, stroke after stroke, looking impossibly large. She couldn't believe it would all fit inside her, but with each thrust his pelvis smacked into hers, burying the entire shaft  deep into her belly. 
Gayla gasped for breath, thinking, God, will he never come? But he just kept pumping and pumping, faster and faster, until her pussy lips were a blur, rolling in and out with the jackhammer thrusts of his prick. For long minutes he kept up the furious pace, gradually building her up to another climax. She was beyond speech, reduced to a whimpering, grunting animal as another intense orgasm wracked her body. Just as she was coming, Holmes jerked his cock out of her spasming cunt and threw her legs to the sides, leaping up to straddle her chest and shove his twitching cockhead into her open mouth. He jerked off frenziedly, filling her mouth with spurting come. Gayla held the semen in her mouth, breathing heavily through her nose until he finished and removed his penis, then she swallowed desperately between gasps for air.  
After Holmes had climbed off of her, Gayla lay panting exhaustedly with her arms and legs splayed out, unabashedly exposing herself. By the time her heartbeat quit thundering in her ears and resumed a more normal rate, she was nearly asleep. She gradually became aware of low voices and shook off the fog in her brain to tune them in.
"Yeah, go ahead, Art," she heard Holmes say. "Bill said we could each go twice."
"I don't think she wants any more," Art answered, dejection evident in his tone.
So, she thought, Bill promised them two each, eh? Lying with her eyes closed, she could hear him moving around the bed, videotaping her from different angles. I guess I'd better deliver on what he promised, she chuckled to herself. She groaned tiredly as she levered herself into a sitting position and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw all three men's heads swing around toward her when she moved. She glanced over at the clock and saw that it was one o'clock. She had been fucking for nearly two straight hours. She was very thirsty and her mouth tasted like come.
"Artie?" she called sweetly. "Would you be a dear and bring me a bottle of that beer?" He jumped up and hurried over to her, twisting the cap off a bottle and handing it to her. "Thank you," she smiled up at him, taking the bottle. He stood before her indecisively as she tipped the bottle and gulped gratefully, downing half the bottle in one long pull. Seeing him hang his head and start to walk away, she reached out and caught his flaccid penis with her left hand and pulled him back. She took another swig of cold beer, then said, "Tell me what you want."
He hesitated, and she looked up at him questioningly. "I want to do it in your ass," he said. "Connie, you know, she never... she doesn't let..." he trailed off, looking embarrassed.
She sipped more beer, still holding on to his dick like a subway strap, eyeing it askance, now half erect in her hand. He stood in anticipation, awaiting her answer. Finally she released his prick with a sigh and said, "Lie down on the bed." As he clambered aboard, she tipped her head back and drained the last of the bottle, then sat it on the night stand, muttering, "I'm going to need a new butthole."
She turned and bent over him, once again reaching for his cock. She squeezed it in her hand and licked its pink head, teasing the underside with the tip of her tongue. Taking it into her mouth, she sucked the hardening head and moved her hand down to cup his heavy balls, rolling them lightly between her fingers. Art groaned as she sucked his growing dick, opening her mouth wide to engulf nearly the entire shaft before withdrawing until just the head was still inside, her tongue flicking all around it. When it was fully hard, she took it out of her mouth and stroked her fist up and down its thick length, reaching back to the bedside table for the tube of lubricant with her other hand. She twisted the cap off with her teeth then squeezed a glob onto the head of his cock and spread the slippery gel all over it with her hand.
Releasing his cock, Gayla squeezed more lube into her hand and tossed the tube back to the table. She got on her knees on the bed and reached back to smear the gel between her ass cheeks. Her asshole was already feeling sore, and she wanted to be sure it was still sufficiently lubricated. She looked over at him. "Alright, Artie," she said, getting down on all fours. "Fuck me in my ass."
He eagerly jumped up behind her, climbing between her legs and grabbing her hips, positioning his pointing cock between her ass cheeks. Overanxious, he thrust his hips forward, but his slippery cock slipped past her tight sphincter and slid up the crack of her ass. He grunted and tried again, but again his cock slipped past. Gayla giggled as he whimpered in frustration. "Here, Artie," she said, reaching back to grab his slick penis. "Let me do it." She placed the pointed head against her anus and pushed back into it, feeling the hot wedge sink slowly into her ass. 
Art groaned loudly, and as soon as she had removed her hand, he thrust hard, slamming his fat prick into her to the hilt. Gayla yelped in pain as his wedge-like cock stretched her asshole wide, but he barely paused before he began pumping it in and out at a fast pace, holding onto her wide hips as his furry pelvis slapped against her jiggling ass cheeks. She gritted her teeth and grabbed up handfuls of the sheet , holding on tightly as he reamed her sore butthole. She could hear him behind her, breathing heavy and grunting, and could feel drops of sweat dripping off him onto her back. 
Gayla's mind began to reel after several long minutes of being violently rocked by Art's slamming hips, her asshole now stinging painfully. She whimpered each time the fat base of his cock stretched her sphincter wide. Her head hung loosely and flopped back and forth along with her breasts in time with his thrusts. Unable to hold herself up any longer, she dropped her upper body to the bed, burying her face in the pillow, leaving her butt high in the air, Art still banging away at it. After another ten minutes of steady fucking, he finally threw his head back and howled as he came, adding his load to the others deep in her ass.
Gayla, drenched in sweat, collapsed onto her belly in relief, barely hearing his stammered thank you. She lay with her legs spread wide, still feeling as if a hard cock were pumping her sore asshole. With her face still buried in her pillow, she sighed with exhaustion, her mind barely registering muttered voices and movement in the room. Then all was quiet and she drifted, half asleep. 
After a number of minutes, she became aware of someone climbing onto the bed, moving between her legs, a hard cock sliding into her vagina. Gayla moaned into the pillow as the cock immediately began pumping in a frenzy. She didn't even know who was fucking her. It could have been any of them, or even someone new. Thinking of this, Gayla began to get turned on anew, and started rocking her pelvis, the cock pumping even faster. She slowly gyrated her hips, in contrast to the wildly plunging prick, and soon felt another climax building. Her pussy spasmed and gushed as she came, drenching her unseen lover's cock with hot juices, causing the man to cry out and shoot his come into her pussy. Only then did she realize that it was Bill who had been fucking her. She rolled over to face him as he fell down beside her on the bed, huffing and gasping.
"Are they gone?" she asked him after a few moments.
  He nodded, catching his breath, and said with a chuckle, "That Holmes. He
wanted to go again. Roger had to practically drag him out the door."
  Gayla rolled her eyes and laughed. "My cunny couldn't stand any more of
him. Not to mention my poor butt. That boy is a freak of nature." He laughed
also and nodded his agreement, and she shook her head, saying, "And what
about Art? My God, we've known him and Consuela for years. I had no idea he
was so sex-crazed." She shook her head again. "I can't believe I did all
that."
  Bill noticed that she didn't mention Roger. He smiled to himself. "I
thought you would enjoy it. I told them it was all off if you didn't get into
it," he said. "But I'd say you pretty well got into it," he added with a
grin, playfully slapping her on the ass.
  "Well, what could I do?" she shrugged, laughing. "You did promise them two
apiece, didn't you? Besides," she said, reaching down between their bodies
and grasping his still hard cock, "I think you were as into it as me."
  He groaned in reply. "I thought my cock was going to explode, watching
you," he said. "My balls haven't been that blue since we were dating and you
wouldn't let me touch you. Remember? You finally gave in and gave me a hand
job in the car a week before the wedding."
  "I remember," she giggled. "I felt so sorry for you."
  "You kept your eyes closed and your head turned away," he laughed.
"Wouldn't even look at me until I had it cleaned up and zipped away."
  "I didn't trust myself," she said. "I wanted you so badly, I creamed my
little panties. I felt so guilty." She sighed and let go of his cock. "Would
you help me to the bathroom, honey? I have to pee." She hadn't eaten anything
since breakfast, and the beer she drank had run right through her. Bill rose
from the bed and reached out to pull her up with both hands. Gayla groaned as
she stood, holding tightly to Bill, swaying as a brief wave of dizziness
overcame her. Leaning her head against his hairy chest, she said, "God, I
feel like I just ran a marathon. I lost count of how many times I came."
  "Seven, counting just now," Bill replied with a grin. "And I have every one
of them on tape!" he added, pointing toward the foot of the bed, where the
video camera was now mounted on a tripod and aimed at the center of the bed.
  "Oh God," she giggled. "What are you planning on doing with it?"
  He turned her toward the bathroom door. "I'm going to take it with me," he
said. "I'll watch it when I'm alone in my hotel room."
  "You'd better be alone," she warned. She settled shakily onto the toilet
seat, still holding onto Bill's hand. She closed her eyes and leaned against
him wearily as she urinated, slick semen dribbling out of her vagina. Her
bowels felt all hot and loose. She grimaced and pushed, and, with a sound
like a long, watery fart, thick, gooey liquid squirted out of her ass, a
sloppy mixture of lubricant, semen, and feces, all swirled together. When she
finished, she sat up straight and reached for the toilet paper. She patted
dry her vagina, then gently wiped her throbbing ass. Dropping the tissue into
the toilet, she reached back and flushed, then asked, "Honey, would you
please get me a warm washcloth?"
  Bill turned to the sink and turned on the water. After he brought the cloth
back to her, he went back into the bedroom, and she leaned back and spread
her knees apart, tenderly washing off her pussy and ass. When Bill came back
in, she looked up and saw that he had the video camera and was taping her
once again. She smiled up at him. "Well, now that you've gotten your wish,
how do you like it?" she teased, spreading her legs even wider, exposing her
shaved vulva.
  "Does this answer your question?" he growled, grabbing his rock hard prick
with his free hand. He walked right up to her and thrust it forward toward
her face.
  "I think it does," she said, reaching up to stroke it with her left hand,
her right lightly touching her clitoris. Leaning forward, she guided his
bulging shaft into her open mouth. She sucked and licked it lovingly, sliding
her full lips up and down the entire length and gently cupping his big balls
in her palm. She worked her swollen clit between her thumb and finger,
moaning around his cock as she bobbed her head faster. Opening her eyes, she
looked up into the lens of the camera, giving his glistening prick several
long, slow, sucking strokes, then pulled it from her mouth and licked the
twitching head.
  "Now I want you to fuck me," she breathed, still looking into the camera.
  She leaned back and slid her ass forward to the edge of the toilet seat,
spreading her legs wide. Pulling her labia apart, she held her pussy open as
he knelt on the floor between her thighs and positioned the head of his cock
at the gaping hole. Pointing the camera straight down, he pushed his stiff
member all the way into her slick sheath, inch by inch. Gayla gasped and
tickled her clit as he began pumping his big cock in and out of her pussy.
  "Suck your tit," he commanded, panning the camera up to her heaving chest.
She smiled wickedly and lifted her left breast, the one that wasn't sore,
bringing the stiff pink nipple up to her lips. She kissed and licked it,
nibbling it lightly with her teeth and looking into the camera, then sucked
it into her mouth. Her eyes rolled back as she continued to play with her
clit and suck her nipple while he fucked her steaming pussy, until finally
she came again in another thundering orgasm.
  Bill pulled out of her clenching cunt, moving up to straddle the toilet,
and jammed his cock, still dripping with her juices, into her mouth. Gayla
sucked greedily, grabbing the shaft with both hands and pumping it furiously
until he roared and shot his hot come into her hot mouth. She squeezed and
sucked hard on his spasming cock, milking every last drop of semen out of it
and swallowing it hungrily.  When it finally began to go limp, she licked it
clean, then looked up into the camera through heavy lidded eyes, smiling
tiredly and licking her lips.
  Bill put down the camera and lifted her in his arms, carrying her into the
bedroom and laying her gently on the rumpled bed. He kissed her tenderly then
pulled the covers over her naked body. He looked over at the bedside clock
and saw that it was nearly two o'clock. He would have to hurry and take a
quick shower if he was going to catch his plane. He turned back to his wife,
but she was already asleep, a dreamy smile on her beautiful face. He kissed
her forehead and rose, going back into the bathroom. After showering and
getting dressed again, he removed the tape from the video camera and put it
into the suitcase. Smiling wryly, he wondered how he had let Roger talk him
into giving him a copy. "He's still a slick son of a bitch," he muttered. He
went back in and kissed his sleeping wife once again before leaving the
house.

*    *    *    *    *

  When Billy returned home at about six, the house was quiet. He climbed the
stairs and found Mom asleep in her room when he eased her door open. He
peered into the darkened room, hoping to see some skin, but she was well
covered by the sheet. After seeing his parents having wild sex the other
morning, he had a pretty good idea what had gone on when Dad came home at
noon. Picturing what might have happened, he felt his dick begin to rise in
his jeans and briefly considered lifting the sheet, but decided that it was
too risky. Sighing, he closed the door "Mom," he called, "I'm home." He heard
her groan softly, but she didn't answer him, so he knocked once again and
called louder, "Mom?"
  After a moment, she said, "Come in, dear." Billy opened the door and leaned
into the room. The lamp beside the bed was on, and Mom was propped up on the
pillows, the black silk sheet held to her naked chest with one hand. Her
short red hair was sleep tousled and she squinted against the light. "Would
you hand me my robe, please?" she asked him, pointing over to the seat of the
vanity.
  He nodded and crossed the room, noticing her sexy underwear strewn about on
the floor. He was puzzled by the presence of a silver tripod standing at the
foot of the bed. It looked just like the one his friend Randy had his
telescope on, but nobody here had a telescope, as far as he knew. He picked
up the silk robe and carried it to her.
  "Thank you, dear," she said. She looked up at him expectantly for a moment,
but he only stood looking down at her. With a little laugh, she said, "Turn
around." When his back was turned, she lowered the sheet and slipped into the
robe. The sash was missing so she pulled the sheet back up to hold it closed,
then said, "Okay, you can turn around now." When he turned back to face her,
she asked, "Did you have a good time?"
  Billy nodded, trying to keep his eyes from straying down to her chest. "We
got beat, but I got two hits," he said.
  "That's nice, dear," she replied, smiling tiredly at him. "Are you hungry?
I'm famished."
  "No, we ate after the game," he answered. 
  She sighed wearily. "I guess I'll just fix myself a sandwich," she said,
leaning back and closing her eyes.
  "Do you want me to fix you one?" he asked eagerly. "I could bring it up to
you."
  "Why, yes, that would be lovely," she smiled up at him.
  Billy ran downstairs to the kitchen. In a few minutes he returned with a
tray filled with two ham sandwiches, some leftover potato salad, a large dill
pickle, a big slice of chocolate cake, and a large glass of milk. Beaming
proudly, he sat the tray down on her lap and handed her a napkin.
  "Oh my!" Mom exclaimed. She immediately bit into a sandwich, then followed
it with a forkful of potato salad. "Thank you, Billy, it's wonderful," she
said after swallowing.
  Billy stood shuffling his feet for a few moments, then said, "Well, I'm
going to go to my room. Play some video games."
  "Okay, dear," she replied absently, eating with gusto.
  Billy left the room, going down the hall to his own room. He spent the long
evening playing videos and watching TV, anxiously awaiting Madeline's return
home. After last night's show, he was eager for more. Finally, at ten minutes
'til midnight, he shut off the lights and sat at the window in the dark. When
he saw her car pull in a short while later, he dropped his pants to his
ankles and grabbed up the binoculars, his heart already racing in
anticipation. Shortly, the light in her bedroom clicked on and she walked
into the room.
  Billy watched as she dropped a small paper bag into the wooden rocking
chair opposite from the windows. She stood in the center of the room and
unzipped her dress, prompting Billy to grab his already stiff dick, but then
he cursed when she turned and walked into the bathroom. "Come on, baby. Show
me something," he growled, but his heart sank when she emerged moments later
wearing her terrycloth bathrobe. His hopes quickly rose again, though, when
she slowly walked up to the window and leaned against the side. She stared
out vacantly, apparently looking at nothing, and absently toyed with the belt
of her robe.
  Madeline slid her hand into her robe and squeezed her breast, pinching and
twirling the nipple. She had seen a glint of light from Billy's window and
was sure he was watching. She untied the belt with her other hand and let her
robe fall open, exposing her naked flesh, still kneading her breast. She
trailed her fingertips down, over her flat tummy to her pubic mound, tugging
lightly on the curly black hair. Running her fingers down lower, she touched
her wet slit, shivering with excitement. She moaned with pleasure as she
slipped two fingers into her hot pussy, stroking her clit with her thumb.
  Billy groaned and stroked his dick, watching his beautiful neighbor play
with her cunt. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed and her red lips
parted as she fingered herself. He whimpered and nearly shouted in panic when
she turned from the window and walked to the left toward the bed, but in a
few seconds she came back in sight, carrying something he couldn't quite make
out. She walked over to stand in front of the rocking chair, and Billy
silently cheered with delight as she let the robe fall to the floor, leaving
her totally nude. He stared at her perfectly shaped ass as she picked up the
small sack from the chair, then turned and sat down. Then he saw what it was
that she had in her hand. It was a dick! Or rather a vibrator shaped like a
dick, and a big one, too.
  Madeline unscrewed the base of the vibrator and dumped the spent batteries
onto the floor, then reached into the bag and got the new ones. She tore open
the package with her teeth and inserted the batteries, then screwed the cap
back on and dropped the sack to the floor beside her chair. She turned on the
vibrator and smiled, relishing the familiar buzz as she wrapped her slender
fingers around the shaft. She could almost feel his eyes on her naked body,
and she was getting incredibly hot. She tickled her nipples with the tip of
the vibrating cock, then trailed it down to nestle in the cleft between her
closed thighs. She lifted her legs and brought her feet up to rest on the
sides of the chair seat, spreading her knees far apart, intimately exposing
her quivering pussy.
  She rubbed the vibrator up and down her pussy slit, getting the head slick
with her secretions, then reached down with her other hand to pull back the
hood of her clitoris. She touched the buzzing tip to her erect clit, sending
shivers up her spine as she rubbed it across the ultra-sensitive nub. Then
she moved the vibrator to the opening of her vagina, spreading her lips with
her fingers, and plunged the 8 inch latex cock into her hot pussy, gasping in
ecstasy.
  Billy couldn't believe his eyes as he watched Mrs. Ward fucking herself
with the vibrator. He rubbed his dick in time with the plunging vibe,
clumsily kicking free of his pants and spreading his legs wide as he sat in
his desk chair next to the window. He looked up to her face through the
binoculars. Her eyes were screwed up tightly and her mouth was opened in an
oval as she breathed heavily, rolling her head from side to side. He panned
down to her heaving chest, her small tits rising and falling sharply, her
cherry red nipples erect and pointing. Looking lower, he watched the vibrator
sliding in and out of her black haired cunt, faster and faster, and he
matched her stroke for stroke. And then he could tell she was coming as she
writhed in the chair and bucked her hips wildly, her toes curled over the
edges of the wooden seat, frantically fucking herself with the big vibrator.
The sight caused his own nut to bust, come squirting out of his dick.
  He continued to watch as she settled back, raising both arms over her head
to the high back of the chair, breathing heavily with her eyes closed, the
vibrator left buried deep in her cunt. She sat for a few moments, catching
her breath, then reached down and slowly withdrew the vibe, shuddering as it
slipped from her clenching hole. She turned off the vibrator, and Billy could
have sworn she looked directly at him as she brought it up to her lips and
kissed the pussy-slick head, then smiled. He almost jumped back, but she got
up from the chair and picked up her robe, walking back into the bathroom.
When she emerged a few moments later, she was wearing her familiar white
nightgown. She crossed the room without looking his way, going toward the bed,
and a moment later, the light went out.
  Billy wiped up the come then pulled on his pajamas and fell into bed. He
lay in bed marveling at what he had just seen, wondering about that strange
smile. Did she know he was watching? Naw, he told himself, how could she
know? Inevitably, his thoughts soon turned to Mom. He tried not thinking
about it, but he couldn't forget the picture of her with his dick in her
mouth, nor the warm, wet feel of her mouth sliding down it as she sucked him
off. He groaned and buried his head under the pillow, concentrating on Mrs.
James and soon enough fell asleep.

*    *    *    *    *

CHAPTER 7 : Thursday 

  Billy awoke without the alarm again on Thursday morning. Rising from the
bed, he went to the window and looked through the binoculars at Mrs. James'
window. She wasn't up yet, of course, but he stared at the rocking chair
across the room, seeing her again as she was last night. It seemed unreal now
in the light of day, as if he had dreamed the whole thing, but his dick knew
it had happened and was standing at attention. He dropped the binoculars and
squeezed his boner through his pajamas with a groan, but was brought up short
by the sound of a door closing out in the hall.
  Turning away from the window, he crossed the room and cracked open the door,
peeking out just in time to see Brianna enter the bathroom and close the door.
He waited impatiently a few minutes, then crept down the hall to the door.
Listening, he could hear the shower running. So, with his heart thumping
heavily in his chest, he reached for the knob. A smile crept over his face as
the knob turned easily, but just as he began easing the door open, it was
violently flung open, jerking the knob out of his grasp, and there stood
Brianna, wearing only a white towel and an angry scowl. She grabbed a handful
of his pajama top and pulled him into the room, closing the door and pushing
him up against the wall.
  "What do you think you're doing?" she demanded.
  "I-I was just coming to use the bathroom," Billy stammered, cringing
against the wall.
  "Bull! You've been spying on me!" Brianna poked an accusing finger into his
chest. When he tried to protest, she cut him off. "I've seen you looking at
me. Well now you're going to know what it's like to be looked at. Pull down
your pants."
  "What?" Billy stared at her in shock for a moment, then stood up straight,
smoothing out his rumpled shirt, trying to regain some dignity. "No way," he
said, trying to stand even taller. He was at least an inch taller than her.
Did she think he was still a little kid she could boss around? Well she had
better think again. But all of his confidence was washed away by her next
statement.
  "Do as I say or I'll go tell Mama what you've been doing," she said,
smiling triumphantly as his face blanched white. She had given a lot of
thought as to how to get even with him, and since she was intensely curious
about boys down there, this had seemed the perfect solution. "Drop 'em," she
commanded imperiously, her arms folded across her chest, brooking no
argument.
  Billy felt trapped. After what had happened between Mom and him, he
certainly didn't want her to know about this. Defeated, he slumped back
against the wall and began fidgeting with his waistband, eyes on the floor.
  "Do it!" Brianna hissed. She watched as he pulled his pajamas down to
mid-thigh, bending over so his shirt hung down over his groin. "Stand up
straight. Show me your thing," she said, less forcefully, anticipation in her
voice. He slowly straightened his back, revealing his genitals. She studied
the sight curiously, his limp penis hanging down, looking like a sausage with
a pink helmet on it, and his testicles hanging behind in their crinkled brown
bag, all surrounded by dark, wiry hair. It looked so funny she giggled.
  "What's so funny?" Billy demanded indignantly, blushing beet red.
  "Well...It's not very big, is it?" Brianna answered, leaning over slightly
for a closer look.
  "It gets bigger," he said defensively.
  "So make it bigger," she said, still staring.
  "You can't just tell it to," he protested. "You've got to do something."
  "Like what?" she asked, looking up at him suspiciously.
  "Take off your towel," he answered.
  "Fat chance," she retorted.
  "C'mon, Brie," he pleaded. "I showed you mine, now show me yours." Billy
could feel his dick starting to respond and he wanted to convince her before
she realized that she didn't have to.
  "You've already seen mine, haven't you?" she accused, but she was
considering. She did want to see it get bigger, and also she wanted to see
his reaction to her breasts, remembering Mama's words about them. She reached
up and loosened the towel, watching his face as she lowered it to her waist
and held it there in her fist. She then flipped her long hair back over her
shoulders, baring her breasts completely, her brown nipples poking out
stiffly. His eyes popped wide, and a stupid grin came over his face. Pleased
at his reaction, she looked back down at his penis and gasped, it had already
more than doubled in size and was still growing, elongating and thickening,
coming up to point straight out at her. It looked huge. She knew about sex,
knew where this thing was supposed to go, but couldn't imagine anything so
large would fit into her little hole.
  "Can I touch it?" she asked, staring in fascination as it throbbed and
twitched, now fully erect.
  "If you let me touch your tits," Billy blurted. She gave him an annoyed
glance, then nodded silently. Billy's hands immediately shot out to her
breasts, squeezing and kneading the tender globes of flesh.
  "Hey! Take it easy," Brianna exclaimed. "That hurts."
  "Sorry," Billy muttered. He began exploring her tits more gently, marveling
at how soft the pliant flesh was, and pulling on her nipples, making them
even more erect.
  Brianna reached out toward his turgid rod with timid fingers, touching it
as her brother felt her up. He groaned as she ran her fingertips lightly
along the shaft. It was hot and hard, yet the skin was soft and smooth as
satin. She touched the head, which was now bloated and purple, smooth and
firm like a rubber ball. She reached underneath to explore his dangling
testicles, lifting the heavy balls and rolling them around gently in the palm
of her hand. Moving her hand back up, she wrapped her fingers around the
shaft and squeezed it lightly. Billy groaned again and reached down to grasp
her wrist in his hand, and began moving her hand back and forth over the
rigid organ.
  Brianna looked up at his face. His eyes were closed and his mouth was
hanging open. She looked back down as he stroked his penis with her hand,
faster and faster, his other hand still pawing at her breast. She was
fascinated by the feel of the skin sliding over the rigid core of his penis,
becoming hotter and hotter in her hand. Shortly, Billy arched his back,
thrusting his hips out toward her, and came with a ragged gasp, his penis
spasming in her hand. She jumped back in surprise as the first spurt of hot,
white semen erupted from the head, shooting through the air and landing on
her belly with a splat. She jerked her hand away from his grasp, watching
several more squirts come out.
  "God! That's disgusting!" she blurted. She fumbled with the towel wrapped
around her waist, accidentally dropping it to the floor. She quickly bent
down and retrieved it, hastily wiping the slimy stuff from her belly as it
ran down her skin and into her pubic hair.
  Billy slumped back against the wall, pulling his pants back up, looking at
her swaying tits as she vigorously rubbed at her muff with the towel. She
looked up and saw him watching her, suddenly remembering that she was
completely naked. She snatched the towel up to cover herself.
  "What are you grinning at?" she demanded angrily. "Get out of here, you
filthy animal!" She opened the door and pushed him out into the hall, then
slammed and locked the door. Dropping the towel over the rest of the mess on
the floor, she rushed across the room and jumped into the still running
shower, grabbing up the soap and scrubbing maniacally at her lower abdomen.
  Billy stood in the hallway, looking sullenly at the door. "You started it,"
he muttered, then turned and went back to his room. He hoped she wouldn't
tell Mom about this.

*    *    *    *    *

  Madeline was sitting at the kitchen table at 11 o'clock, preparing a large
salad for Gayla and herself. She was still in her robe, having just gotten
out of the shower, and her hair was still damp. She had lain in bed for a
long time after waking, thinking about last night and fantasizing about young
Billy. Just thinking about him got her hot, she was so sexually frustrated.
It had been so long, and her vibrator just wasn't enough. She needed a real
person to make love to her.
  She was putting the lettuce into the salad bowl when she heard Gayla knock
on the back door and enter, calling out, "It's me, Maddie."
  "Hi, Gay," Madeline answered, "Come on in. There's iced tea on the counter."
She looked up to see Gayla enter the room. She was wearing a pair of baggy
gray sweat pants and a white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and
the shirttail untucked, hanging loose. She could see right away that Gayla
wasn't wearing a bra, her large breasts swaying freely under the loose
fitting shirt.
  "Thanks," Gayla said, going over to the counter and pouring herself a glass
from the sweating pitcher of tea, walking gingerly.
  Madeline watched her curiously as she came over to the table, moving
strangely, almost as if she were walking on eggshells. "Are you okay?" she
asked as Gayla carefully settled into a chair with a wince of pain.
  Gayla , with a half-smile, gave a little nod of her head and said, "I'm
walking a little bow-legged this morning."
  Madeline couldn't hide the excitement from her voice. "From your bon
voyage?" she asked eagerly. Gayla nodded, looking away with a slight blush.
"Tell me everything," Madeline said, dropping the forgotten lettuce and
wiping her hands on a cloth.
  "You wouldn't believe it," Gayla said, shaking her head again. "I still
can't believe it. You would be shocked."
  Madeline leaned toward her in anticipation. "Come on, Gay. Spill."
  Gayla giggled, looking up at her. "Well...You know I was expecting Bill at
noon?" Madeline nodded eagerly, and Gayla continued. "He showed up early. And
he wasn't alone." She paused and sipped her tea, enjoying Madeline's
suspense. Madeline made an impatient noise, and Gayla started up again.
"Well, here I was, wearing only that sexy new lingerie outfit and high-heeled
shoes, when he comes walking into the bedroom, carrying a camcorder. At first
I assumed it was just him, but suddenly there were three more men in the
room."
  Madeline gasped. "What happened?"
  Gayla shrugged. "They took me down and shaved me."
  "What do you mean?" Madeline asked, confused.
  "You know how Bill has been after me to shave my pubic hair and I've been
stringing him along?"
  "Yes," Madeline replied, beginning to understand. "You told me you were
going to do it as a surprise for when he returned."
  "Well, he didn't give me the chance," Gayla said, laughing at Madeline's
wide-eyed expression. "They tied my hands behind my back, held me down, and
shaved my cunny clean as a whistle." She paused for a moment, watching
Madeline's incredulous face. "Then they all screwed me," she remarked
casually.
  "My God!" Madeline's jaw dropped. Her face flushed and her pulse roared in
her ears. For a moment, she thought she might faint. She caught her breath
and gasped, "Who was it?"
  "It was Roger," Gayla told her.
  "Your Roger?" Maddie asked. "The one that you...?" Gayla had long ago told
her about her encounter with Roger.
  Gayla nodded, arching an eyebrow. "That's the one," she answered.
  "My God!" Madeline exclaimed again. "Does Bill know about what happened?"
  "I never thought so, but after yesterday, who knows? If he does, it must
not bother him," Gayla replied. "I guess I didn't need to feel guilty about
it all this time."
  "Who else was there?" Madeline asked. "You said three men."
  "Art Fielding was one. You've met him and Consuela at our parties."
  Madeline gasped again. "Art Fielding?" she asked incredulously. "He always
seemed so quiet and shy, almost timid, the way his wife ordered him around."
  "I know," Gayla said with a giggle. "Then there was a guy from the office
with them. Just a kid, really, just a little older than Brie. They nicknamed
him Holmes, after the porn actor." At Maddie's blank look, she explained,
"There was this porn star who had a very large cock, and they nicknamed this
kid after him because his is just as big, if not bigger."
  "How big?" Madeline asked breathlessly.
  "Well..." Gayla said, looking around. She picked up an enormous cucumber
from among the vegetables on the table and handed it to Madeline. "It was a
little bigger than this."
  Madeline's mind reeled as she held the cucumber, staring at it in wonder.
It was over ten inches long and thick enough that her fingers lacked a
quarter inch reaching all the way around it. The biggest one she had ever had
was only about seven inches, back when she was still in high school, and at
the time, that was too large for comfort. But ever since Gayla had mentioned
the size of her husband's prick years before, and obviously loved every inch,
Madeline had been dreaming of something bigger than Eddie's five and three
quarters (he always pointed out the three quarters), and that was why she had
bought a large sized vibrator, but this thing made her vibrator look like a
pinkie finger. She looked back to Gayla, wide-eyed.
  Gayla giggled and nodded. She then began to relate the entire story to
Madeline in intimate detail.
  Madeline listened breathlessly, perched on the edge of her seat and leaning
forward, becoming more and more turned on by each new revelation. When the
story ended, she collapsed back with a huge sigh, dropping the cucumber which
she had been unthinkingly clutching the entire time. She picked up her tea
and gulped thirstily, then held the cold glass to her burning face and closed
her eyes. She was sweating profusely, her underarms damp, and her pussy was
soaked also, but not by sweat. She had an urge to throw off the terrycloth
robe.
  "Jesus, I'm going to need another shower," she muttered. "A cold one." She
looked up as Gayla laughed. She just couldn't picture her friend being so
wanton. Sighing, she said, "It's no fair. Here I haven't had a cock in over
eight months and you've got more than you can handle."
  "Well," Gayla replied, "as many as I can handle, anyway." She laughed as
Madeline rolled her eyes and made a frustrated noise. "Maddie," she said
after a few moments, "My nipple hurts like hell where Artie bit it. I
couldn't even wear a bra this morning. I was hoping maybe you could take a
look at it?"
  "Of course," Madeline said. "Just let me put my nursing hat on." As Gayla
was unbuttoning her blouse, Madeline got up and moved over to stand by her
chair. Gayla pulled open her shirt, exposing her magnificent bosom. "My God!"
Madeline exclaimed. "What did they do to you, Gay?" There were nearly a dozen
vivid purple hickies scattered over Gayla's large, creamy-white breasts.
  "Oh, these?" Gayla looked down at herself. "Holmes did that. And this, also."
She slipped the loose shirt down off her shoulders and indicated the bruises
where his strong fingers had squeezed too tightly. "But that's not what's
bothering me. This is what stings." She pointed at her right nipple.
  Madeline leaned over for a closer look. Glancing back and forth, she
compared both nipples. The right one was swollen, and more red than pink like
the one on the left. "It is a little inflamed. The skin's not broken, though."
She pursed her lips and thought for a moment. "I've got some ointment that
ought to help ease the pain. I'll be right back." She left the room,
returning shortly carrying a small tube. "This should help," she said. "Do
you want to put it on, or would you like for me to do it?"
  "You're the doctor," Gayla smiled up at her.
  Madeline snorted and knelt down next to Gayla's chair. She twisted off the
cap and squeezed ointment out of the tube onto her finger. She reached out
and carefully applied it to the swollen nipple. Gayla winced initially, but
was soon sighing with relief as the cool cream eased the stinging. "Ooh, that
feels wonderful," she purred, closing her eyes contentedly as Madeline worked
some of the ointment into the surrounding aureole. After a few moments she
asked, "Maddie, do you think this stuff would work on my sore bottom and
cunny?"
  "Hmm," Madeline considered, reading the label of the tube. "I think it
would be okay, as long as we only use it externally," she replied.
  "Good!" Gayla exclaimed. She stood and untied the drawstring on her baggy
pants, letting them drop to her ankles.
  Madeline gasped at the sight of Gayla's shaven mound directly in front of
her face. "God, you weren't kidding, were you?" she breathed, face flushing
hotly as she stared at the fat pink labia protruding clearly from the
hairless slit.
  Gayla giggled and asked, "How do you want me?"
  Madeline pulled her attention back to the task at hand. "Let's see, I think
if you turn around and bend over," she answered. Gayla turned and bent over
the table, flipping her shirttail up onto her back. Madeline studied her
friend's ample buttocks for a moment, then said, "I need you to spread your
legs a little."
  Gayla shifted her feet as wide apart as the pants bunched around her feet
would allow. "How's that?" she asked.
  Madeline bent down and peered between Gayla's slightly parted ass cheeks.
"A bit wider," she instructed hoarsely, getting even hotter.
  "Just a sec," Gayla said. She pulled her feet free of the sweat pants and
kicked them under the table, leaving her clad only in her unbuttoned shirt
and her white tennis shoes. She then leaned her elbows on the table and
spread her feet wide apart. "How about now?" she asked.
  "Fine," Madeline gulped. She squeezed the medicine onto her trembling
finger, then, taking a deep breath, she reached out to smear it on Gayla's
sore, slightly red asshole. She felt Gayla shudder. "Are you okay?" she
asked.
  "Mm-hmm!" Gayla sighed. "It feels better already."
  Madeline spread the cream around the puckered orifice, then squeezed more
from the tube onto a different finger and brought it up to touch Gayla's
hairless vulva. She stared dreamily as she slowly rubbed the slick ointment
around the labia. At that moment, she thought her friend's shaved pussy was
the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. It was so different from her own,
which was just a red slit. You couldn't even see her labia unless you spread
it open, whereas Gayla's fat pink lips stood out and opened, like the petals
of a flower. She wanted to lean forward and kiss it, thrust her tongue into
the hot moistness of the interior and taste the sweet juices. She touched one
soft petal, tracing it lightly, daring to run her finger across Gayla's clit,
and saw goose bumps rise on the white flesh of her ass. "Gay?" she asked.
  "Hmm?" Gayla answered absently, lost in the soothing sensations.
  Madeline hesitated a moment as she finished applying the ointment, then
asked quietly, "Would you do mine?"
  "What?" Gayla asked, standing and turning to look down at her kneeling
friend.
  Madeline glanced up at her, then looked back down to her hairless crotch.
"Would you shave mine like yours is? I think it looks beautiful."
  Gayla looked at her doubtfully. She realized she had been teasing Maddie,
getting her worked up even though she knew how long Maddie had gone without
sex, and now she began wondering how far she was willing to go.
  "Say you will!" Madeline urged, breaking into Gayla's thoughts. She jumped
up and looked hopefully at Gayla, who could only smile and shrug her
shoulders. Madeline's face lit up excitedly, interpreting that as a yes.
"I'll go get the stuff! You just wait right there!" She hurried from the
room, almost tripping over a chair in her haste.

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CHAPTER 8 : Still Thursday

  Gayla sighed and sat on the edge of her chair and picked up her glass of
tea, draining the last of the contents in one gulp. She tried to decide what
she should do, or even what she wanted to come of this, but before she could
come to any conclusions Madeline came bustling back into the kitchen,
carrying towels and washcloths, a can of shaving cream and a disposable
razor.
  "The asshole left this behind," she said, setting the can on the table
along with the other items. "Maybe the little slut likes him with a beard,"
she added under her breath as she turned to the cabinet. She got a large bowl
out of a cabinet and filled it with hot water from the sink, bringing it over
to the table also. "Now, what else?" she asked herself, looking over the
gathered items and tapping her chin thoughtfully with a finger. "Oh yes!" she
gave Gayla a brief, mischievous smile, then hurriedly began rummaging through
drawers and cabinets. She came back with scissors and a plastic sandwich bag.
"Will this work?" she asked, handing the bag to Gayla along with the
scissors. "It's the only kind of baggie that I have."
  "I suppose so," Gayla answered, looking down at it, trying to sound casual despite Maddie's excitement and her own fluttering heart.
  "Are you ready?" Madeline asked her excitedly. Without waiting for an answer, she pulled her chair around to face Gayla's and sat down, untying her bathrobe and letting it fall open, revealing her naked body.
  "Uh...okay," Gayla said, looking at Madeline's long, lean legs, flat tummy, and pert little breasts, her cherry red nipples standing erect with anticipation. Her skin was almost as pale as Gayla's, white and creamy, and the hair between her legs was black as a raven's wing, already trimmed into a neat triangle. Gayla caught herself staring. She had seen Maddie naked before, of course, when they had tried on clothes or occasionally when she would come over to talk while Maddie was in the bathtub, but she had never realized just how breathtakingly beautiful her young friend was. Catching Madeline's eye, she blushed lightly and looked away, examining the items on the table, unsure of what to do first, trying to collect herself.
  "Okay, yes," she said more surely, as if finally making up her mind. She took one of the towels and laid it on the floor in front of Maddie. "Scoot your bottom forward," she instructed. Kneeling down on the folded towel, she gently pushed Maddie's knees apart, pausing for a moment to stare at her intimately exposed vulva, then moved in closer. "Here, you hold this," she said, opening the plastic bag and handing it to Madeline. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she reached out and began to fluff up the hair on Maddie's pussy.
  Madeline held the bag open above her stomach, unable to control the shaking of her hands. She watched as Gayla began to carefully snip off tufts of hair and drop them into the bag. Electric tingles shot from her clit every time Gayla touched her. Her pussy was so hot, surely Gayla must be able to feel the heat coming off it. She looked at Gayla's face, her brow knit in concentration, her pink tongue coming out to wet her full lips. Even with no makeup she was beautiful. Madeline closed her eyes. She longed to feel that tongue stroking her clit, those soft lips on her pussy. It had been so long. Eddie didn't like to eat her. In fact, she hadn't come that way since...
  She was snapped out of her reverie by Gayla pulling the plastic bag from her fingers, sealing it and laying it on the table. She dipped a washcloth in the bowl of hot water and used it to wet down the short hairs remaining on Madeline's mound. Madeline gasped as the hot cloth made contacted, then Gayla was squirting shaving cream into her open palm. She began spreading the cream onto the bristling pubes with small circling motions. Madeline felt as if she could come very easily. "Gay?" she asked.
  "Hmm?"
  "Have you ever been with another woman?"
  Gayla's hand stopped for a split second, then resumed its motion. "No," she answered.
  "I have," Madeline said quietly.
  Gayla looked up at her in surprise. "You never told me that."
  "I know. I've never told another living soul, until now," Madeline confessed. "It was when I was in college."
  Gayla wiped the excess shaving cream from her hands with the washcloth, then picked up the razor. As she began shaving, Madeline continued, "I was so awkward as a teenager, tall and gawky. I was miserable my first semester at college. I was homesick and didn't know anyone. My roommate was a girl named Cheryl. She was pretty and popular, with chestnut brown hair. And she had big boobs, just like yours." She giggled as Gayla paused to roll her eyes, having often told Madeline that there was nothing wrong with her having small boobs.
  "Anyway, I was a little in awe of her, she seemed so much more worldly and mature than me," Madeline continued, watching as Gayla resumed shaving, working her way from the top down. "She was always bringing boys back to the room and I'd have to get lost until they were through. Then one night there was a huge thunderstorm, with lightning and hail. Cheryl said she was scared of the storm and asked if she could get in bed with me. I said okay and lifted the covers and she climbed in. There was a really loud crash of thunder and she grabbed hold of me, buried her head in my chest. She was shivering, so I put my arms around her. For once, I felt like the grown-up." She was quiet for a moment, remembering.
  Gayla was shaving close to Madeline's vagina now, pulling the skin taut, causing the soapy slit to open and close, the inside looking red and moist. "After a while, she stopped shivering," Madeline said slowly. "I was becoming increasingly aware of her body against mine, and the smell of her, so close. Her thigh was between my legs, and her crotch was pressing against my thigh. She moved her hand, to push the hair out of her eyes or something, and when she put it back down, her fingertips were just touching my breast." She reached her left hand up to lightly touch the underside of her right breast.
  A shiver ran up Madeline's spine as Gayla touched her, the razor coming very close to her clit now. Taking a deep breath, she continued her story. "As we were lying there listening to the thunder and each other's breathing, Cheryl very slowly slid her hand up until she was cupping my whole breast in her palm. She lifted her head and looked up at me. It was very dark except when the lightning flashed, then I could see into her eyes. She had beautiful green eyes, also just like yours." Gayla glanced up at her briefly, smiling at the compliment. "And then she kissed me, on the lips," Madeline said. She shuddered at the memory. "My nipple was as hard as diamond, and she was playing with it through my nightgown as she kissed me. It was a deep French kiss and her lips were so soft. It was the most passionate kiss I've ever had in my life. I could hardly breathe and my heart was pounding."
  Gayla knew how she felt. Madeline's story was getting her very excited. That and the fact that she was touching Madeline's most intimate areas as she had never before touched another woman. Her own heart was thudding heavily and she was getting increasingly warm, despite her near nakedness. Now she felt honest compassion for Maddie. If she felt this way from Maddie's story, what must her own sexy stories have done to Maddie, having gone without sex for such a long time? She gazed lovingly up at Maddie's face for a moment before returning to her unconventional bit of barbering.
  "Before I knew it, she had us both naked," Madeline said. "She was sucking on my titties and fingering my snatch, driving me wild. Then she just crawled down there and pushed my legs wide apart and started eating my pussy. I guess I wasn't her first girl because she definitely knew what she was doing. I had only been with a few high school boys before then, and all they wanted to do was jump on and hump away until they squirted. Come to think of it, so did Eddie." She sighed wistfully. "But Cheryl knew just how to please me. I was squirming on the sheets, I'll tell you. She's still the only one who has ever made me come orally."
  Gayla thought she detected a hint of a question in Maddie's tone, as if she wanted Gayla to say she was going to change that fact. She stared at Maddie's vagina as she shaved down each side, wondering if she could do what she knew Maddie wanted. She had fantasized about being with another woman of course, but never thought that she would ever actually do it. But then again, she never thought that she would be with three men while her husband looked on, either. Leaving the unspoken question unanswered for the time being, she asked Maddie, "And did you eat her pussy, also?"
  "Oh yeah," Maddie laughed. "Not that she gave me any choice about it. After she'd made me come, she climbed up over my body and stuck it right in my face. I'd never even thought about licking cunt, didn't know what to do, so I just tried to do what she had done. Anyway, with a little coaching from her I got the job done. She creamed all over my face. Then we went to sleep in each other's arms. It was the first time I'd ever slept with a lover." Again she gave a wistful sigh. "When I woke up, though, she was back in her own bed."
  "Was that the only time?" Gayla asked.
  "No," Madeline answered with a shake of her head. "I was embarrassed at first, but she acted the same as always, as if nothing had happened. That hurt me. I was in love with her, but she didn't seem to even notice. After a while, I began to doubt that it had even happened, like maybe I'd dreamed the whole thing. But a few nights later I woke up to her crawling in bed with me, and we made love again. Afterwards, I told her that I loved her. She just smiled and kissed me. I think she was used to hearing it. After that I would lie awake every night hoping she was going to come to me."
  "You never went to her?" Gayla asked without looking up. She was carefully shaving away the last remaining little hairs from around Maddie's vaginal opening.
  "Oh no, I was way too timid for that," Madeline said. "She was definitely in control. She still saw just as many guys as before, but once or twice a week she would come to my bed, sometimes on the same night she'd been with one of them. A few times she heard me crying and came over to make love to me. She told me that she liked boys too much to be with only me, but that I was her only girl. I was jealous and hurt, but there was nothing I could do about it."
  Gayla had finished her shaving, and now dropped the razor into the bowl of soapy water. She picked up a clean washcloth and rose to her feet, going over to the sink and turning on the water. "How did it end?" she asked as she soaked the cloth in steaming hot water from the tap.
  "She got pregnant and dropped out. She convinced some rich guy that the baby was his and he married her. I was heartbroken. I finished out the semester then came home and never went back." She watched Gayla coming back toward her, walking less awkwardly now than when she had first come in, and looking sexy as hell in her unbuttoned shirt. "Anyway, I moped around for awhile, then started nursing school. Before long I was dating guys again, then I met Eddie, the love of my life." She accented the last with a derisive snort. "The rest you know."
  Gayla smiled at her as she once again knelt between Maddie's spread thighs. She draped the steaming washcloth over the bare skin of Maddie's mound, eliciting a sensual sigh of pleasure. She let the heat soak in for a moment before starting to wipe away the excess shaving cream. Delicately, she spread apart the slit with two fingers, searching out every hidden fold where the cream might be hiding, feeling Maddie shudder as the soft cloth brushed her extended clitoris.
  "There you go," Gayla said when she had finished and laid the cloth aside. She sat back on her haunches and looked at her handiwork, admiring again the beauty of her young friend. Feeling Madeline looking at her, she slowly lifted her gaze to Maddie's pleading eyes, seeing a look of such longing, that it nearly broke her heart. She knew Maddie wanted to ask but wouldn't. For a moment, Gayla saw her as an awkward teenager, crying herself to sleep over a neglectful lover, and she was nearly overwhelmed with compassion, not to mention her own desire. They sat staring into each other's eyes for a long moment, neither saying anything, hardly seeming to breathe at all, until Gayla slowly bent forward to place a feather light kiss on Madeline's fresh-shaven mound, never breaking eye contact.
  Madeline whimpered, mad with desire, feeling Gayla's hot breath on her pussy. Staring into Gayla's beautiful green eyes, she slowly, very slowly, as if afraid any sudden movement would break the spell of the moment, slid her hands down her body to spread open her pussy slit, pulling the lips apart and causing her throbbing clitoris to poke out like a little button.
  Gayla finally broke away from Madeline's burning gaze, lowering her eyes to
the reddish-purple nub standing out erect from Maddie's blood red pussy. After several long seconds of staring, she slowly stuck out her pink tongue and tentatively touched the tip to Maddie's clit, as if testing the taste and temperature of an unfamiliar food. Feeling Madeline shudder and moan at that slight contact, she delicately stroked the tip of her tongue over the hot little bump, tracing little circles around it, then down along Maddie's thin red labia. Opening her mouth wide, she glued her lips to the spread pussy and drove her tongue into the hot, wet, silky-soft interior. The taste was stronger than she had imagined, more pungent and tangy, the smell filling her nostrils. It was entirely different than when she tasted herself on Bill when kissing him after he had gone down on her. She snaked her tongue in as deep as it would reach, wriggling it around, then plunged it in and out several times, fucking Madeline with her tongue.
  Backing off, Gayla smiled up at Madeline, bringing her hand up to her mouth. She stuck two fingers into her mouth, sucking on them, getting them slick with spit, then slid them slowly into Madeline's pussy, causing her to groan deep in her throat. Gayla stroked them in and out in a slow steady rhythm, then brought her mouth back to Maddie's clit and resumed flicking her tongue over it in short, rapid up and down strokes.
  Madeline's breaths were coming in ragged gasps as she felt herself beginning to come already. "Oh, Gay," she whimpered. "Oh do it Gay....Do it! Oh Gay! Oh Gay, I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come!" Her orgasm smashed into her like a runaway freight train. Her toes curled up, her eyes shut tightly, she gritted her teeth and squealed deep in her throat as every muscle in her body spasmed with pleasure. Her hips bucked uncontrollably as she kept coming and coming. It was the most intense orgasm she had felt in years, infinitely better than masturbation, or even the lackluster sex she'd had with Eddie in the last year or so of their marriage. Her body felt as if it had been waiting for this moment for a long, long time, awakening fully, as if from a long dormancy. As her orgasm finally subsided, leaving her trembling and panting, she opened her eyes and watched her beautiful friend give a last few lingering licks to her tingling clitoris before smiling up at her.
  Tears welled heavily in Madeline's eyes, one spilling out to slide down her flushed cheek. "Oh God, Gay," she said in a throaty whisper, touching Gayla's face lovingly with feather-light fingertips. "You don't know how badly I needed that." She sucked in a shuddering breath. "It's been so long."
  "I know, dear, I know," Gayla replied softly, reaching up to tenderly wipe away the tear. She rose up and leaned over Madeline's body, her fingers still inside the drenched pussy, and lovingly kissed the salty wetness from her cheek.
  "Thank you," Madeline sighed as she felt Gayla's heavy breasts press down on her own and her soft lips caress her cheek. "I love you, Gay," she whispered, then immediately stiffened in alarm as Gayla backed off to look into her eyes. She hadn't meant to say that, afraid that she would drive away the best friend she had ever had in her life. "I-I mean..." she stammered.
  "Ssh," Gayla interrupted, putting her finger to Madeline's lips to quiet her. "I know what you mean," she said with a gentle smile. "I love you, too." She leaned forward and kissed Maddie's lips lightly, feeling her sigh with relief. They stared into each other's eyes for a long moment, pausing at this critical moment in their relationship, each wondering what lay ahead for them. Then, suddenly, their lips met again and they had stepped over the threshold and into a new and exciting beginning.
  Madeline sucked hungrily as Gayla's long tongue came probing into her mouth, intertwining with her own like two snakes in heat. She wrapped her arms around Gayla and pulled her tightly up against her, feeling her enormous soft breasts smashed into her own. She moaned deep in her throat as Gayla's fingers again began wriggling in her pussy, then stroking in and out.
  Gayla broke the long kiss, leaving Maddie gasping for breath. She moved her lips across Madeline's soft cheek to lick and nibble at her earlobe, then down her neck and finally to stop at her pert little tits. She licked one plump cherry nipple, squeezing the breast with her free hand to make the nipple stand out, then sucked it into her mouth, holding it between her teeth as her tongue flitted over it. She kept fucking her fingers in and out of Madeline's hot pussy, kissing her way over to the other nipple and giving it equal treatment. Finally she moved back up to kiss Madeline's hungry lips again before backing away to watch her fingers sliding wetly into Maddie's naked hole. "I wish I had a cock so I could fuck you," she said.
  Madeline hesitated, then suggested, "I could go get my vibrator?"
  Gayla seemed to consider for a moment. "No, I have a better idea," she answered, reaching over to the table and picking up the cucumber from where Madeline had dropped it. "I'm going to give you a taste of Mr. Holmes," she said, smiling at Madeline's wide-eyed expression. She slowly withdrew her fingers from Madeline's vagina and held them up in front of her, glistening wetly. She moved back to sit in her chair and placed the cucumber between her legs, sticking it between her thighs, leaving it jutting up from her lap like a massive green cock. She rubbed her wet fingers over the rounded tip, getting it slick with Madeline's pussy juice. "Come and get it, baby," she said, grinning wickedly, holding her free hand out toward Madeline.
  Madeline stood slowly, letting the bathrobe slip from her shoulders as she rose, staring at Gayla as she stroked her pseudo-cock. She reached out and grasped Gayla's hand, fingers interlaced, and allowed herself to be pulled forward. Straddling Gayla's thighs, she took a deep breath, letting it out slowly to steady her nerves, and lowered herself until her pussy touched the blunt tip of the jutting cucumber, her left hand clutching Gayla's shoulder for support.
  Gayla took a firm hold on the thick cuke as Madeline lowered herself further, moaning as her vulva pushed firmly against it, but even with nearly her full weight resting on it, her tight vaginal opening refused to admit its girth. She pushed and wriggled until she was wincing in pain, finally standing up and nearly crying with frustration. "It's no use, Gay," she whined. "It just won't go."
  "Just a second," Gayla said, freeing her hand from Madeline's. She reached over to the table and pulled the tub of butter over towards her. She dipped two fingers into the butter, which was soft and half melted from sitting out so long. Scooping out a generous glob, she smiled up a Maddie and said, "I saw this in a movie once." She coated the top half of the cucumber, then reached out to smear the excess onto Maddie's hairless vulva. Licking her fingers, she said, "Now, dear, let's try it again."
  Madeline looked at her doubtfully, but she was so hot she was willing to try anything. She once again squatted and placed her yearning cunt on the tip of the enormous vegetable. Much to her surprise, it slid slowly into her, making her gasp and whimper as it stretched her pussy wider than it had ever been before. "Oh God, Gay!" she moaned. "It's going in! It's really going in!" Closing her eyes, she buried her face in Gayla's neck, holding on tightly as she continued to slide down the green pole inch by inch, feeling Gayla's hands reach around to grab her quivering ass cheeks. Finally she was sitting on Gayla's lap, shuddering, two-thirds of the giant cucumber buried in her screaming cunt, the other third clenched firmly between Gayla's thighs.
  "Jesus, it's so big," Madeline groaned. She wiggled her hips, trying to get used to the size. "Are you sure his was this big?"
  "If not bigger," Gayla laughed, kissing Maddie's breasts, nipping and sucking at her enormously erect nipples. "How would you like to have it in your ass?" she asked, giggling and reaching down to tickle Maddie's asshole with the tip of her finger.
  Madeline groaned again. "God, just let me survive this first, before you get any more ideas," she replied, eliciting another giggle from Gayla. She ran her fingers through Gayla's short red curls, grabbing two handfuls and tugging her head back so her face was lifted towards her own. "You don't know how many times I've fantasized about this," she whispered. "I've always wanted you. I still need a man, but you've been my dream for years, and even more so since Eddie left."
  "I've had fantasies, too, Maddie," Gayla whispered back. "I just never knew."
  Madeline lowered her lips to Gayla's, kissing her deeply, her tongue probing for Gayla's. As they kissed passionately, she began to slowly raise and lower her pelvis, sliding her burning pussy up and down on the outrageous cock-substitute. As she began to get more worked up, she broke the kiss and threw her head back, moaning as she bounced faster and harder, driving herself onto the cucumber more insistently.
  As Madeline rode the giant green vegetable, Gayla continued to lick and suck on her bouncing breasts and squeeze her firm little buttocks. She reached her left hand out to the table, again dipping her finger into the butter, coating it, then reached back around behind Maddie and speared it right into her tight little asshole. Madeline gasped loudly and slammed her pussy down harder and harder as Gayla finger-fucked her ass in identical rhythm. In a few more moments, she was coming hard. The first one had been a flashfire orgasm, but this one was deeper, more intense. She gritted her teeth, moaning deep in her throat, and rode the waves of pleasure, holding Gayla's head tightly to her bosom.
  After her orgasm had finally subsided, Madeline eased herself off of the cucumber and settled herself onto Gayla's lap. She held Gayla's face between her hands and kissed her tenderly. "Thank you, Gay," she murmured. "That was wonderful." She reached down between them and pulled out the cucumber. Holding it out, she marveled, "I didn't think my twat could take this thing."
  Gayla laughed as Madeline dropped the slick cucumber onto a napkin on the table. "Maybe I'll introduce you to the real thing."
  "Does that mean you're breaking up with me?" Madeline asked, exaggerating a pout.
  "No, silly," Gayla answered reaching up to wiggle Maddie's nose playfully.
  "Promise?" Madeline asked, suddenly serious. "You promise we'll stay close no matter what happens?"
  "Of course, darling," Gayla said, leaning up to kiss Maddie's lips softly. "But I do have to think of a way to tell Bill about us." A hurt look came over Madeline's face. "I can't keep it from him, Maddie. But don't worry. After yesterday, I don't think he'll have any objections." She giggled. "Especially if we invite him to join us."
  "Well, okay, if you're sure," Madeline conceded. Brightening up a little, she asked, "would you like for me to do you now?"
  "Oh no, dear. My cunny is much too sore."
  "Oh," Madeline said dejectedly. Truth be told, she had fantasized more
about eating Gayla's pussy than having Gayla eat hers, wonderful as it was.
  "In the meantime, though," Gayla said, "I've decided to send Billy to you."
  Madeline's eyes lit up. "Really?" she asked. "When?"
  Gayla laughed at Madeline's eagerness, arching her eyebrows. "You are a
horny bitch, aren't you?" she giggled, slapping Maddie on the ass.
  "That's me," Madeline growled, leaning down to bite Gayla playfully on the
neck. "I'm a bitch in heat."
  Gayla giggled and hugged Madeline tightly. "Truthfully, though," she said
seriously, "I think his sexual urges need to be steered away from me. And
you're the only one I trust enough." Madeline kissed her lovingly on the
cheek. "He shouldn't know it was my idea, though," Gayla continued. "We need
some excuse to get the two of you alone together."
  "I know," Madeline said. "I've been wanting to rearrange my bedroom
furniture. He could come over and help."
  "Okay," Gayla agreed. "How about tomorrow after his baseball practice?
About 11:30? That would give you enough time before work."
  "Right," Madeline said. "I'll have to stop at the drug store and get
condoms. I stopped taking the pill after Eddie left." She shivered. Just
thinking about it gave her goose bumps. Two fantasies come to life in two
days, she thought wonderingly, neither one of which had she ever thought
would happen.
  "You just be gentle with my baby," Gayla warned with mock sternness. "You
brazen hussy," she added, reaching down between their bellies to stroke
Maddie's slick pussy and slip her finger inside, causing Madeline to sigh
with pleasure. She brought her finger back up to her mouth and tasted it.
"Mmm, hot buttered pussy," Gayla said, making Madeline giggle. "Here, taste
it," Gayla ordered, sticking the slick digit into Maddie's mouth. Madeline
licked and sucked it clean, relishing the taste, then kissed Gayla deeply and
passionately. After a few minutes of gentle nuzzling, Gayla said, "I'm
famished. Why don't you go get cleaned up, love, and I'll finish making
lunch."
  Madeline nodded and stood up, bending over to give Gayla one last kiss. She
picked up her robe and slung it over her shoulder, not bothering to put it
on, then gathered up the shaving mess, handing the baggie of pubic hair to
Gayla with a smile. Gayla laughed and slipped it into her shirt pocket, then
leaned under the table to retrieve her discarded pants. Madeline headed up
the stairs to take her second shower of the day.

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  Brianna was so embarrassed. She had dropped her books in the hall and all
of the other students were laughing at her. She bent down and started picking
up her books. She knew what was going to happen next. As she reached for the
last book, someone kicked it. She scrambled after it, but it got kicked
again. Then someone picked it up. She looked up. It was him. Peter McNamara,
senior and star of the football team, and the cutest guy in school. She
hurriedly got to her feet, blushing as he smiled at her. "Here you go,
Brianna," he said, handing it to her. He knows my name, she thought as she
stammered a thank you, bedazzled by his white teeth and deep blue eyes.
  It had happened last year at school, and she'd had a crush on him from that
day forward. But this time it was different. She reached out to take the
book, but when she looked down, she was holding his erect penis, only it was
her brother Billy's penis. She looked up into Peter's still smiling face,
then back down. Then she remembered to stroke it and started sliding her hand
up and down the length of it. "C'mon Brie," Peter said, "let me touch your
tits."
  Suddenly the scene changed and she was standing in her bedroom, stark naked
and still stroking Peter/Billy's hard-on, while he squeezed and played with
her breasts. "I think they're beautiful, honey," Mama said, appearing from
nowhere and washing them with a soft warm washcloth. Then she washed off
Peter's rigid penis and began stroking it herself. "Now just kneel down and
bend over the bed."
  Brianna did as she was told, leaning on the towel spread on the side of the
bed and spreading her legs apart. "I'm going to use some lubricant to make
you more comfortable," she heard Mama say, then felt the slick finger slide
into her butt and wiggle around. Brianna began to feel all hot and tingly,
especially between her legs. She reached down and pressed her hand to her
vagina, which was very wet. Peter was still smiling, and now Mama was guiding
his big hard cock into Brianna's tight little butthole. "Just try to relax,
dear," she said. "This will make you feel much better."
  Brianna gasped as the thing entered her, then Mama was holding her and
pressing her big soft breast into Brianna's face. Brianna found the fat, hard
nipple and sucked it into her mouth, whimpering as Peter pushed his penis in
and out of her asshole as fast as Billy had stroked his with her hand. "Okay,
here it comes. Try and hold it as long as you can," Mama said and Peter was
shooting his stuff into her, spurt after spurt, filling her with the hot
semen. Gasping with strain, she clenched her asshole, trying to hold it in as
she was filled completely and more, straining and straining, until.... WHAM!!!
She was engulfed in orgasm again and the slippery white goo came gushing out
of her asshole and into the waiting pail, flowing and flowing as she came and
came.
  Brianna awoke with a start, her entire body still tingling and trembling as
the orgasm subsided. She looked around, confused. She was in bed, lying
curled up in a fetal position. She must have been sucking her thumb, because
it was touching her lips and wet with saliva, and her other hand was between
her thighs, pressed against her pussy. Just a dream, she thought, closing her
eyes again and sighing as her heart rate returned to normal.
  A wet dream, she amended, feeling the dampness between her legs. The crotch
of her panties was soaked through. She shivered and kicked off the covers,
then pulled off the sopping underpants. Using a dry part of the thin cotton,
she gingerly wiped the wetness from her pussy, then wadded the panties into a
ball and stuffed them under her pillow. It wasn't cold, but she was shivering,
so she snuggled back into her bed, pulling the covers up around her ears.
Sleep was a long time returning.

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CHAPTER 9 : Friday 

   Billy rushed home after baseball practice. He had started to protest last
night at dinner when Mom had told him to come straight home this morning,
until she told him why. She had promised Mrs. James that he would come over
and help her move some furniture. Billy had readily agreed, eager to be near
her after the scene he had witnessed the other night.
   He didn't even take time to change clothes after practice, going straight
to her door after tossing his baseball gear up towards his own house. He had
already knocked on the door when a nervous thought suddenly struck him. What
if she had seen him watching her. He was on the verge of turning away and
running back home when the door opened and there she stood.
   All of his apprehension dissipated as he stared at her. She was wearing a
white halter top, tied between her firm little titties, very short cut-off
jean shorts, her long legs bare all the way down to her sandals, and a white
headband held her thick black hair back away from her beautiful smiling face.
What an incredible babe, Billy thought, staring at the smooth white flesh around her exposed bellybutton.
  He suddenly realized she had said something to him. What had she said? He didn't know. "Uh, hello, Mrs. James," he said, shifting his feet awkwardly. "Mom said you needed some help." He blushed, trying to keep his eyes off of her body.
  "Yes, thank you, Billy," Madeline answered. "It's very kind of you to offer. Please, come in. And please call me Maddie." She held the screen door open for him, purposefully brushing up against him as he edged past her. In the kitchen she remarked, "It sure is hot today. Would you like a glass of lemonade? I just made a fresh pitcher."
  "Uh, yeah, sure," Billy answered, taking a seat at the table as she motioned for him to sit. He watched her ass wiggle in her tight shorts as she crossed to the counter and filled a glass with ice. Carrying the glass and a full pitcher back to the table, she sat opposite him and poured the lemonade. Smiling, she passed him the glass, making sure their hands touched.
  Billy quickly gulped down half the contents before noticing that she hadn't poured herself any. She was just sitting, watching him with a smile on her lips. "Uh...thanks," he muttered, feeling awkward under her gaze. "It's really good."
  "You're welcome, Billy," she answered brightly. She watched him finish his drink in silence, his eyes nervously flitting around the room, every so often darting back to see if she was still looking at him before shying away again. When he had drained the glass, she said, "That was quick! You must have been thirsty. Would you like some more?"
  "No, thank you," Billy answered politely. As she continued to watch him, he fidgeted for a few moments before saying, "So, what did you want me to move?"
  "Follow me," she answered, getting up from the table. Billy got up and followed her into the front of the house, staring at her ass and fantasizing about grabbing hold of it. His heart gave a lurch when she turned up the staircase and said, "It's the bedroom. I've been meaning to change around the furniture, but I needed somebody with some muscle to help me out." Pride swelled up in him at her assumption of his strength.
  Billy trembled with excitement as they stepped into the bedroom. Just inside the door was the rocker where he had watched her pleasure herself with her vibrator. His eyes darted up to the windows, his bedroom window just across the way. It looked very small from here. Now he was sure she hadn't seen him watching her. He pulled his attention back into the room. Ah, there was the elusive bed! It was a big, old-fashion brass bed with high corner posts and a large headboard, with a smaller grillwork footboard.
  Madeline touched his arm softly with her fingertips. "Are you sure you're up to this, Billy?" she asked, a concerned look on her face. "Your mother told me that you were hurt the other day."
  Billy's face reddened as he was reminded of what had happened between him and Mom. "N-no," he stammered. "Uh....I mean yeah, I'm okay. It was just a scratch."
  Madeline smiled inwardly at his blush. "Would you like for me to take a look at it?" she asked, trying to look as innocent as possible. "I am a nurse you know."
  "I know," Billy answered, shuffling his feet, refusing to meet her gaze, "but it's fine. Really."
  "Well, okay," Madeline said. "Why don't we get started then." She turned to the room and put a finger thoughtfully to her lips. "Let's see...I want the bed over here," she indicated the wall next to the door, directly across from the windows. "Then the chest-o'-drawers over there...."
  Billy no longer heard what she was saying. All he could think of was that her bed was going to be directly in his line of sight from his bedroom. He realized she had stopped talking and was looking at him questioningly. He had no idea what she had just asked him. "Huh?" he asked dumbly.
  She smiled. "I said would you move the rocking chair out into the hall so we can start with the bed?" He nodded and picked up the heavy wooden rocker, once again picturing her sitting in it with her legs drawn up and spread wide, plunging the big vibrator in and out of her cunt. When he returned, he helped her to pull the bed out and slide the head around adjacent to the door. "Now then," she said to him, "I think if we take all the drawers out and set them on the bed, we'll have a much easier time moving the dresser and chest-o'-drawers."
  In less than fifteen minutes, they had everything arranged the way that she wanted it. Billy was putting the drawers back in while Madeline gathered up some loose items and carried them into the bathroom. Billy watched her ass disappear, then looked down and noticed that her underwear drawer was next. The black lace bra and panties he had seen her in the other night were lying right on top. He glanced up nervously at the bathroom door, then reached in to touch the delicate fabric with his trembling fingers.
  Little did he know that Madeline had been watching carefully, timing it so that she would be out of the room when he got to this drawer. His dick, which had been half hard all along, started to really throb as he fingered the lace and silk underthings, remembering how she had looked in them, and out of them.
  Hearing a sound from the bathroom, he quickly jerked his hand out of the drawer and picked it up. He was carrying it across to the dresser when she stepped into the room. "Here Billy," she said. "Would you put this in the drawer of the nightstand for me, please." She tossed a dog-eared romance novel onto the bed. "I like to read it when I'm taking a bath, or when I have trouble sleeping." Billy's cock lurched again thinking of her naked in a bubble bath. He picked up the book as she returned to the bathroom.
  Opening the drawer, he nearly gasped in shock. Lying in the drawer was Madeline's big cock vibrator. It looked huge. It had rigid veins on the shaft, and a big, smooth head. He touched it, feeling the cool rubber. This is what she fucks herself with, he thought dazedly. Next to the vibrator was a box of condoms. His face flushed hotly and now he had serious wood in his pants.
  Madeline gave Billy a few moments to get a good look in her treasure drawer. She shuddered with excited anticipation, her entire body tingling. She had been following the choreography of her fantasy since Billy had arrived, and now the moment of fruition was at hand. She took a deep breath to still her nerves, then called out, "Billy?"
  Billy jumped at the sound of her voice, stuffing the paperback into the drawer and slamming it shut. He retreated quickly and was standing at the foot of the bed when Madeline reappeared in the bathroom doorway. He stood behind the brass footboard to try to hide the telltale bulge in his jeans.
  Madeline leaned into the doorway, striking a Lauren Bacall pose, holding onto the jamb, face resting seductively against the wood. "Billy, do you know why I wanted to move my bed over there?" she asked. A baffled expression crossed the flustered boy's face and he shrugged, shaking his head. "It's so you can watch me," she said in a sultry voice. "In my bed," she added at his uncomprehending expression. She watched the realization come over his face as she came on into the room. "You do like to watch me, don't you?" she asked, walking slowly toward him.
  Billy looked like a deer caught in the headlights, eyes wide, and sweat beaded on his brow. His eyes darted around the room. He looked like he was about to bolt for the door. "It's okay," she said soothingly. "I like it that you watch me." He looked up, surprise evident on his face, his eyes finally meeting hers. She nodded, smiling. "You can watch me any time you like." She came to a stop less than an arm's length away from him. "Now," she said brightly, "How can I repay you for helping me?"
  Billy shifted uncomfortably, too nervous to even think of asking for what he really wanted, what he thought in the back of his mind that she just might be offering. "Uh...You don't have to pay me, Mrs. James," he answered.
  "Maddie," she corrected him scoldingly.
  "Maddie," he repeated, smiling sheepishly. "Really, it's okay."
  "Well, okay," she said regretfully. Brightening, as if she just came up
with the idea, she said, "I should at least look at that scratch for you.
After all, we wouldn't want it to get infected, would we? Now, where is it,
exactly?"
  Billy's heart skipped a beat, remembering what had happened when Mom had
worked on it, and once again became aware of his hard-on trying to bust
through his zipper. Gone was his initial fear, replaced now with hopeful
excitement. He wordlessly pointed to his inseam below his bulging crotch.
  Madeline smiled happily at him. "Let's have a look," she said, going down
on her knees in front of him. She unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped his fly,
her fingers lightly brushing his hard cock through the tight denim. She
caught her breath as she pulled his jeans down to his ankles and his tented
white underwear came into view. She held herself back from diving straight
for his man-sized cock, instead making a pretense of examining the scabbed
over scratch on his hairy inner thigh. "Hmm, looks okay here," she said,
trying to keep her voice from quavering with her barely contained excitement.
She looked up at him. "Do you mind if I pull these down so I can see the
whole thing?" she asked, reaching for his shorts.
  Billy only shook his head. The thought of her seeing his boner didn't
embarass him. Indeed, after what had happened when his mother and his sister
had seen it, he was eager for his beautiful neighbor to see it, hoping for a
similar outcome. He thought she was coming on to him, but he lacked the
confidence and experience to make any moves himself, so he stayed silent and
prayed to himself that she would go for it.
  Madeline pulled his underwear down slowly, exposing first his curly black
pubes, then the thick shaft of his stiff cock. Finally the bloated purple
head popped free of the elastic waistband and it bobbed up and down, coming
to rest pointing straight out at her. She gasped lightly at the sight. Gayla
hadn't been exagerrating about the maturity of her 14 year old son's cock. It
was as big as any she had ever had in her life, dwarfing Eddie's stubby unit
and only slightly smaller than her vibrator, which she had considered huge
when she had begun using it.
  She took his cock in one hand, pushing it up to his belly, feeling the hot
shaft pulse and throb in her firm grip. With the fingertips of her other
hand, she gently slid his heavy balls over to the side, leaning in to examine
the scratch closely. She nearly swooned as she breathed in the heady musk of
his unwashed sweaty groin. She had always been turned on by sweaty men, and
Billy had come directly from playing ball in the hot sun to laboring in her
house where she had intentionally kept the air conditioner turned off for
just this purpose.
  Regaining control of her senses, she said, "yes, that seems to be healing
nicely. There's nothing I can do for it." She let his balls go and brought
his cock back down to level, but didn't turn it loose, keeping her hand
wrapped around it. "But maybe I should take care of this while I'm down
here," she said, giving the turgid rod a squeeze. "What do you think?" she
asked, looking up at him questioningly.
  Billy nodded his head eagerly. "Yes, please," he croaked, his mouth dry. He
watched as she turned her gaze back to his aching bone. She pushed her hand
down to the base of the shaft, pulling the skin back tightly, making his
dickhead swell up even bigger. Her pink tongue came out to wet her full lips,
then she bent forward, her eyes closed and kissed the purple knob tenderly a
few times before opening her mouth and taking it inside. Billy groaned
loudly, arching his back and grabbing for the brass bedframe behind him to
steady himself.
  Madeline had been fantasizing about this moment since Gayla had first
confessed what had happened between her and her young son. As she took his
big cock into her mouth, she pictured Gayla down on her knees in this same
position, sucking her own son's cock. The thought turned her on intensely.
She sank down on the shaft until her lips met her fist wrapped around the
base, a little over half of it in her mouth, as deep as she could take it
without gagging. Sucking hard, she drew back until only the head was still
in. She looked up to Billy's face, watching his reaction as she licked the
swollen head, exploring every contour with the pointed tip of her tongue.
  Billy's head was swimming. He looked down into Maddie's deep blue eyes as
she tickled his dickhead with her hot tongue, her lips an obscene oval
stretched around his cock. He couldn't help moaning as she began moving her
mouth up and down on his throbbing dick with her fist stroking along the
shaft in front of her face. He wanted to reach out and grab hold of her raven
hair, but didn't know whether he should or not. He didn't want to risk doing
anything that might make her stop, so he kept his hands locked to the rail
behind him. As the pleasurable feelings she was giving him grew more intense,
his hips started moving involuntarily.
  Madeline grabbed his firm young ass with her free hand, holding him steady
as she felt his orgasm fast approaching. She stopped bobbing her head,
locking her lips behind the ridge of his rubbery cockhead and tonguing the
slit in the end, her hand still stroking furiously up and down the shaft.
Billy moaned loudly, rising up on his tiptoes as he came. She continued
jacking him off, catching all of his hot come in her mouth.
  Billy collapsed back against the rail as Maddie released him, jumping up
with a hand covering her mouth and rushing for the bathroom. He was vaguely
aware of her turning on the water and spitting into the sink. He came to his
senses as he heard the water shut off, and was just pulling up his pants when
she returned, wiping her mouth on a towel.
  "What are you doing?" she asked him, throwing the towel back through the
doorway.
  "Um...uh..." Billy's face reddened, not knowing what was expected of him
now.
  Madeline pulled her headband off and shook out her hair. "I mean, I was
hoping you might want to fuck me now."
Billy's mouth dropped open in shock. "Y-yeah, but I already...I mean I can't..." he stammered a reply. Of course he wanted to, even though never in his wildest dreams had he thought he'd be hearing her ask. But all the guys said once you squirted, it was all over.
"Oh, I see," Madeline said, nodding in realization. She slowly untied the knot of the halter from between her breasts. "Don't you think you could try to get it back up, for me? Please?" she pouted seductively as her pert little breasts came free.
Stunned, Billy's eyes were glued to her hard-nippled titties as she dropped her top and walked slowly toward him. Coming up next to him, she lifted his T-shirt and pulled it over his head. She took his right hand and put it on her softly pliant tit, then pressed her body up against his and kissed him hotly. Billy's heart was thundering in his ears as her pointed tongue forced its way into his mouth, her stiff nipple seeming to burn into his palm. Her lips were wet and so soft, sliding over his, and her mouth tasted like fresh minty mouthwash. He ran his left hand up and down her bare back. As great as her sucking his dick had felt, the feel of her soft naked flesh pressed to his and her tongue intertwining with his in his first true kiss overwhelmed him with passion.
Madeline slid her hand into his shorts and grasped his rock-hard cock. Breaking the kiss, she breathed hotly into his ear, "You see? It's got a lot of love in it yet." She nibbled and sucked his earlobe and neck, throwing her head back and sighing in ecstasy as he reciprocated. Twining her fingers in his hair, she pulled his head down to her chest, where he passionately attacked her tingling breasts, licking and sucking hungrily at her aching nipples. She unbuttoned her cut-offs, pushing them down over her hips to fall to the floor, kicking off her sandals and stepping out of the shorts.
Billy was lost in her titties. Her nipples were thick and hard, standing out like hot little rubber thumbs. He would have been content to go on sucking them forever, but his attention was immediately drawn elsewhere when he felt her take his hand again, this time shoving it between her legs. With his mind reeling, he ran his trembling index finger along the slick wet seam of her cunt, feeling more than hearing her moan deeply as it found its way to her yearning hole, sliding into the hot sheath up to the knuckle. He was mildly surprised at how far back toward her bottom it was. He had assumed it was in front, when actually it was underneath.
He pictured Mom's hairy pink lips in his head, thinking how badly he had wanted to touch her, and now here he was with his finger inside Maddie's burning hot pussy. It was then that he realized he hadn't felt any hair. Curious, he released her nipple from his sucking mouth and backed away a bit, looking down. He gasped in shock! She was completely hairless all the way down! What the hell had happened? It sure had hair on it the night-before-last when he had watched her play with herself with her vibrator. He had never even heard of a woman shaving down there.
Fascinated, he fucked his finger in and out, watching it gleam wetly as it emerged from the exposed slit. Maddie moaned again and braced her hands on his shoulders, lifting her leg high into the air and resting her foot atop the rail of the bed. Billy stared wide-eyed at her open cunt before she once again pulled him close and kissed him deeply. Continuing to finger-fuck her, Billy returned her passionate kiss, his left hand finding her firm little naked ass cheek, kneading and squeezing it.
Madeline broke away from his eager mouth, breathing heavily. She fiercely grabbed two handfuls of his hair and once again pushed him down, hissing as he tried to latch onto her nipple, all the way down until he was kneeling in front of her. Steadying herself with his head, she pulled his face into her crotch. "Lick it!" she commanded. She was so hot, she couldn't stand it. Never before in her life had she been the one in control during sex, always being the submissive one. Now she was the one making all the moves. He obeyed her every demand. Her head was rushing with lust and power. "Lick my hot pussy, Billy, BABY!" She screamed the last word as his hot tongue made contact with her throbbing clit.
Billy lapped at her cunt wildly. It didn't taste gross, like he expected, kind of tangy sweet, and the smell drove him crazy hot. He looked up along her body at her face. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open, gasping in ragged breaths. Her tits jiggled as she shivered and began bouncing lightly on her single leg, grinding her hairless pussy into his face. She was pulling his hair so hard his scalp was beginning to go numb, but seeing her reaction, he ignored it and redoubled his efforts.
"Oh, Billy. Oh, Billy." she murmured. "Don't stop, Billy. Don't stop! I'm gonna come! Ohh! Right there, Baby! On my clit! I'm coming!!! I'm coming RIGHT NOWWW!!!" She pulled his face violently into her spasming pussy as her orgasm wracked her body. She lost her balance and fell, ending up sitting across his folded legs, catching him around the neck with both arms. She kissed him fiercely, tasting her own juices which were smeared over his mouth and chin. She held on tightly, frenching him deeply as her orgasm slowly subsided.
"Whew!" she said after catching her breath, wiping the sweat from her brow. "Thank you, Billy."
Billy grinned happily at her. He was very pleased with himself having pleased her. But he was also painfully aware of his raging hard-on, trapped in an uncomfortable position down between his legs. "What about...Can we still...?"
"Fuck?" Madeline finished for him. She laughed throatily at his eager nod. "You better believe it!" she said, kissing him again. Rising, she took both of his hands in hers and pulled him up with her, guiding him around to the side of the bed. Sitting on the edge, she looked up at him. "Drop your drawers, Baby," she said mischievously, reaching over to the nightstand and opening the drawer
Billy quickly kicked off his tennis shoes and shucked his jeans and shorts, watching Maddie get a condom from the box in the drawer. "Do you know how to use one of these?" she asked, handing it up to him.
  "Of course," he replied, trying to sound confident. He didn't want to seem
like a stupid little kid. He knew what it was, and what it was for, but he
had no idea how to actually put it on. He tried to tear it open, but his
hands were shaking so bad with fear and excitement that he dropped it. He
quickly retrieved it, eyes darting nervously up to Maddie's face.
  "Here, why don't I do it?" Madeline smiled at him understandingly, taking
the condom from his trembling hand. She tore it open with her teeth and
tossed the wrapper on the nightstand. Pulling him closer, she pinched the tip
of the condom and rolled it down over his man-sized cock. She then moved back
fully onto the bed, lying down and beckoning him to join her.
  Billy paused a moment to breathlessly ogle her long, lean body stretched
out in front of him before scrambling up onto the bed. The bed springs
squeaked in protest as he climbed on top of her, her legs smoothly spreading
to admit him into her embrace. She reached up to pull his mouth down to hers,
and this time he thrust his tongue enthusiastically into her mouth. His hips
lunged forward, trying to drive his dick into her, but it wouldn't go. It
just kept slipping past or butting into her pelvis. He whined, gritting his
teeth in frustration.
  "Whoa, Tiger, take it slow," Madeline said gently. "Here, let me help you."
Locking her eyes to his, she reached down between their sweating bodies and
guided his big prick to the entrance of her well-lubricated vagina. "You
see?" she whispered to him. "Now push it in me slowly. Yes, that's it...Oh,
God, it's going in, Billy. Can you feel it? Can you feel it going inside me,
Baby?"
  Billy nodded mutely, barely breathing, mesmerized by her deep blue eyes,
her hoarse, throaty whisper, and the incredible warmth engulfing his
throbbing dick. Her legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in as he
instinctively began to rock his hips. I'm fucking her, he thought dazedly,
I'm really fucking her.
  "That's it, Billy," she was saying. "That's the way to do it....Faster...
Fuck me faster!"
  He quickly got the hang of it, coordinating his movements along with her
rocking pelvis, driving his hard cock into her more forcefully. He couldn't
stop now if he had wanted to. He was humping faster and faster, the bed
springs screaming out a staccato rhythm of squeaks and squeals that drove him
even wilder with lust. He was breathing heavily now, sweating like a horse in
her tight embrace in the overly warm room. He raised his upper body away from
hers, holding himself up with his arms straight down on either side of her,
affording himself a better angle of penetration.
  "Oh, God, Billy!" Madeline moaned, her breaths coming faster. "Fuck me
harder, Billy! Fuck my hot pussy harder!" She stuck her hand down between
their smacking groins, finding her extended clitoris with her fingertips.
  Billy was able to go even faster from this position, breathing like a
bellows, sweat dripping down from him. He was amazed he could last this long
without coming. It must be because he had just got through coming a little
while ago. He looked down at her writhing form, her eyes closed tightly, one
hand gripping the rail above her head tightly, the other touching herself as
he fucked her frenziedly. He watched her sweaty little titties jiggle
crazily, her nipples blood red and standing out as stiffly as his own massive
boner.
  Madeline frigged her clit furiously, her hips bucking up to meet his every
thrust. She could feel her orgasm coming, and she knew it was going to be a
big one. She was fucking her best friend's fourteen year old son and she was
going to come like never before. "Say my name, Billy!" she screamed. "Say my
name while I COME!" Her toes curled up, every muscle in her body seeming to
spasm at once as the floodgates burst and wave after wave of cripplingly
intense gratification broke over her.
  "Maddie," Billy croaked, his voice breaking, then louder, "Maddie! Maddie!
MADDIE! MOMMIE! MOMMIE!" He roared at the top of his lungs, collapsing on top
of her thrashing form, striving to keep pumping as his own orgasm shook his
body with spasms and his hot come spurted out to fill the condom.

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CHAPTER 10 : Still Friday

  Brianna sat at the counter, tapping her fingernails and sighing with
boredom. The last customer had left 15 minutes ago and she was alone in the
store. Her boss, Caroline, had left early, as she often did on Friday's,
leaving her daughter Tami in charge of the little boutique. And as usual, 5
minutes after Caroline was gone, Tami left also, going to meet a guy, leaving
Brianna alone to mind the store and lock up. She didn't mind. Tami was no
help anyway.
  Her thoughts soon turned to last night's dream. She had never thought of
her bottom as erotic. She knew people had anal sex, but she had never even
imagined herself doing anything that kinky. But ever since she had orgasmed
when Mama had touched her back there and given her an enema, she had become
aware of how sensitive her little butthole was. And then last night she had
dreamed that Peter McNamara had actually fucked her in the behind, only he'd
had Billy's penis.
  She hadn't been able to forget the feel of her brother's big hard cock in
her hand, and how the white come had spurted out the end when he had stroked
himself off with her hand. It had disgusted her at first, but she couldn't
stop thinking about it. And thinking about it made her feel flushed and
shaky, wanting to touch herself, but she had never masturbated anywhere but
in her own bed, safely under the covers. She wished she could be more like
Tami. Although a year younger, Tami wasn't embarrassed by anything. She just
went for it.
  Brianna shook herself back to the present, realizing that she had been
grinding her crotch into the edge of the stool she sat upon. With a groan,
she stood up and stretched, glancing up at the clock. Ten minutes to closing
time and not a customer in sight. She might as well close up early and head
home. If Billy was home, they could get an early start to their grandparent's
house. It was at least a two hour drive and she would rather not have to
drive after dark. She walked over and locked the front door, flipping the
sign to "Sorry We're Closed."
  A knock on the glass stopped her as she was headed to the back room.
Turning, she saw Lauren Gregory standing at the front door, an imploring look
on her face. If it had been anyone else, Brianna would have just told them to
come back tomorrow, but Mrs. Gregory was their number one customer, and a
good friend of Caroline's as well. She went back and opened the door. "Hello,
Mrs. Gregory," she said politely, stepping back to allow entry to the elegant
lady.
  "Hello, Sugar," Lauren answered a bit breathlessly, having had to hurry to
catch Brianna. "Am I too late?"
  "No," Brianna said, "I think I'm early, actually."
  "Oh good!" Lauren exclaimed. "Sorry to keep you, but I've got my niece
coming in tomorrow and I wanted to get her a swimsuit."
  "That's okay," Brianna answered, but she relocked the door so no other
latecomers could enter.
  Brianna led her over to the racks of bathing suits, making polite chitchat
as the older woman looked through the assorted styles. Finally, Mrs. Gregory
pulled one from the rack and held it up. It was a gaily flowered print
one-piece. "I think this would suit Lisa nicely," she said. "I wish I could
tell if it was going to fit her."
  She looked over to Brianna. "You know, Sugar, you look like you're about
the same size as her. Hold this up and see if it looks like your size."
  Brianna took the suit and removed it from the hanger, holding it up to her
body. Mrs. Gregory looked at her doubtfully and shrugged her shoulders.
Before she even knew what she was going to say, Brianna said, "Do you want me
to try it on and see?"
  "Why, yes, Sugar, that would be splendid," Lauren answered with a surprised
yet pleased look.
  Brianna smiled back and headed for the dressing rooms. She entered the
first cubicle and pulled the curtain. As she saw herself in the mirror, she
suddenly wondered why she had offered to try this suit on. She had never done
so before, and it certainly wasn't part of her job. It sure wasn't because
Tami had said this woman liked girls, she told herself. Oh well, it was too
late now, she shrugged. She stripped off her baggy blouse and mid-calf length
skirt. Hesitating, she again looked in the mirror as she reached back to
unclasp her bra, quickly unhooking it and letting it fall.
  She shivered, looking at her reflection. She was wearing only her panties
and hose, and a fresh set of goose pimples. Her nipples were standing out
fully erect. She was reminded of Mama's soft breast and big hard nipple in
her mouth. Shaking herself, she pulled off her pantyhose and stepped out of
her panties, quickly grabbing the swimsuit and pulling it on. Oh God, she
thought when she had it on and looked into the mirror. It was at least two
sizes too small in the bust. It barely came above her pointing nipples, and a
wide expanse of the untanned triangle on each breast was exposed. Should she
just get dressed and tell Mrs. Gregory that it didn't fit? Tami wouldn't be
scared to wear this, she told herself. She took a deep breath, firming her
resolve, pulled open the curtain and stepped out.
  Lauren's eyes went wide with surprised delight when she saw Brianna's curves barely concealed by the too small suit. "Oh my, Sugar!" she exclaimed. "I was wrong. You're much more voluptuous than Lisa. Especially up top." She circled the blushing girl, eyeing her appraisingly. "And here I thought you were pudgy. My God, girl, you've got a sexy body. Why do you dress like such a frump?"
Brianna shrugged, eyes lowered demurely. But she was glowing on the inside. It was one thing for her mother to compliment her body, but something else entirely to hear such praise from this elegant, possibly-lesbian, older lady.
Lauren walked over to the rack and briskly riffled through the bathing suits. "Ah, here we go," she said, pulling out a bright orange two-piece string bikini. She came back to Brianna and held it up to her. "I think that this would suit you much better. Would you like to try it on?"
Brianna met the older woman's gaze, smiling shyly. She nodded and took the hanger, returning to the changing room. She was trembling as she removed the skin-tight one-piece, dropping it to the carpet. Standing stark naked, she struggled to remove the bikini from the hanger with clumsily shaking fingers. Finally she succeeded in getting it free and stepped into the bikini bottoms. These were much skimpier than the ones she wore to the tanning parlor. They only had a thin strip in back, which went right up the crack of her ass when she pulled them up. The top was just two tiny triangles on a bit of orange string.
Ducking her head, she pulled her long brown hair out of the way and tied the string behind her neck then fitted the small cups over her ample breasts. She stood back upright, shaking her hair back into place with a twitch of her head and pulling the strings behind her back. Looking into the mirror, she suddenly froze in shock. She had forgotten to close the curtain! Mrs. Gregory was standing just ten feet away, arms folded and a slight smile on her face. She saw me completely naked, Brianna thought with a shiver. Her face blushed beet red. How the hell could she have forgotten to pull the curtain? To cover her embarrassment, she blurted out the first thing that popped into her head. "Uhh...Could you help me tie this, please?"
"Of course," Lauren answered, coming forward. She gently took the strings from Brianna's hands and began tying them in a bow. "You're a real knockout, Sugar," she said. "I'll bet all the boys are after you."
"No, not really," Brianna said quietly. She was acutely aware of Mrs. Gregory's warm fingers touching her bare skin.
"No?" Lauren ran her fingers under the now taut string, moving them under Brianna's arms and around to the front, seemingly adjusting the fit. She stepped closer, coming up against Brianna's back, looking over her shoulder and into the mirror as she made minute adjustments to the filled to bursting cups of her bikini.
Brianna's breath caught in her throat when the fingers touched the sides of her breasts. She watched in the mirror as the arms came around her more fully, the hands moving to the material in between her breasts, the wrists resting lightly across her firm titties, a mere wisp of flimsy material between them and her straining nipples. She looked up and found the older woman's eyes studying her intensely in the mirror. They stood, frozen for a moment in time, gazing into each other's eyes, both barely breathing.
Very slowly, Lauren's lips came down and kissed Brianna lightly on the back of her shoulder, then stopped, hovering just above the skin, waiting. Brianna didn't think anything. She was very hot, yet she shivered and had goose bumps all over her body. All she knew was this lady's touch excited her to no end, and she wanted to be touched. Touched like Mama had touched her. Touched all over her body. Without being consciously aware of it, she leaned back, pressing her body more tightly to Lauren's, her eyes mutely signaling her acceptance.
Brianna drew a shuddering breath as Mrs. Gregory's hands closed over her aching breasts and her hot mouth began hungrily kissing the nape of her neck. She closed her eyes and threw her head back as she felt the hands find their way under her top, pinching and tweaking her engorged nipples, sending electric jolts of excitement straight to her pussy. She whimpered softly as Lauren sucked and nipped at her sensitive neck while one hand left her breast to slide down her flat, naked tummy. Brianna gasped out loud when Lauren's hand slid between her legs to cup her mons firmly through the brief fabric of her suit, her own hand reflexively shooting to cover Lauren's and her knees going momentarily weak.
Without thinking, Brianna spun in Lauren's embrace, keeping the woman's hand clamped to her burning crotch. Before she realized what was happening, Lauren's soft, soft lips were on hers, her pale pink lipstick combining with Brianna's own frosted tangerine. She was dizzy with desire as Lauren's fingers began rubbing her pulsating pussy through the bikini and her tongue worked its way into Brianna's instinctively opening mouth.
As their tongues intertwined, Brianna had to grab hold of the older woman to keep herself upright. The closest she had ever come to an erotic kiss was when Becky Morgan had shown her how to practice kissing the back of her hand when they were both fourteen years old, although in the last year she had often dreamed of being kissed by Peter McNamara. And now, here she was, not only being kissed passionately, but being kissed by a \plain\f5\fs20\i woman\plain\f5\fs20 ! A woman who was older than Mama, older even than Daddy! Her mind was reeling.
Lauren reached up with her free hand, taking Brianna's right hand from her shoulder and pushing it down under her skirt. As she felt the young girl's tentative fingers make contact with her silk panties, she slid her hand down the front of Brianna's bikini. Her fingers slipped through the thick bush of pubic hair and found the sopping slit of Brianna's vagina. She pulled the labia apart with her first and third fingers and tenderly probed the virgin hole with the middle one. It was incredibly wet, thick slippery fluid leaking out into the girl's pants.
Brianna pulled her mouth from Lauren's, gasping for breath when the gentle fingers touched her bare pussy. The tip of one finger started to enter her, then pulled back and began tracing little circles around her stiff clitty. Eyes closed tightly, she moaned deeply and worked her own hand into Lauren's panties. The pubic hair was silky soft. Her hand pushed deeper, feeling hot skin and slippery wetness. Spellbound, she barely registered the soft moans escaping Lauren's lips as her finger penetrated the older woman's pussy. She was amazed at how soft and hot it was on the inside as her finger slid easily into the slick sheath.
She was so intent on the feel of the hot pussy surrounding her finger and tickling pleasure coming from her own clit, she didn't even notice when Lauren reached up behind her and untied the strings she had helped tie just moments ago. The bikini top was pulled off and tossed away. She whimpered her protest as Lauren pulled her hand out of the bikini bottoms, leaving Brianna's pussy screaming for more.
Lauren took the young girl by the shoulders and gently pushed her to the mirrored back wall of the small cubicle. She took a deliberate step backwards, leaving Brianna leaning back on the cool glass. Brianna grabbed her burning crotch with both hands, shivering all over as she implored Lauren with begging eyes to come back. Lauren's own gaze was filled with lust as she stopped a few feet away and unbuttoned her white silk blouse, her eyes travelling hungrily up and down the nubile young form before her. Dropping her delicate blouse carelessly onto the floor, she unzipped her cream-colored skirt and slid it to the floor, also. She slowly unfastened her lacy white bra, her small, soft breasts spilling free, the small brown nipples standing out stiffly. She watched Brianna's reaction as she slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them.
Brianna stared intently at the older woman's body, clad only in white garter belt and stockings, and a pair of white high heels. Her body was very petite and lean, although her shapely legs looked long due to the heels. Her hips were slim and her tummy was flat, with a small vee of honey-colored curly thatch between her legs. Her breasts were smallish, a B-cup, and sagged only slightly, the nipples brown, aureolae no bigger than a quarter. Her attractive face didn't look any older than Mama's, although Brianna knew she was at least ten years older. There were no visible wrinkles or lines. Her blonde hair was piled atop her head in one of those elegant styles you could only get at the most expensive salons.
Brianna held her breath, trembling with excitement as Lauren came back to her, taking her in a warm embrace. With Brianna in her bare feet and Lauren still wearing her high heels, they were nearly identical in height. All the soft curves of their bodies molded together as they held tightly to one another, their lips meeting once again in a passionate tongue-kiss. Lauren's knee went between Brianna's, forcing her legs to spread slightly, and her thigh pressed into Brianna's bikini clad crotch. She felt the wetness of Lauren's pussy on her own thigh, grinding into it as Brianna's pelvis instinctively rocked, rubbing her own burning pussy against Lauren.
Brianna was breathing heavily when Lauren pulled her mouth from hers. She whimpered as Lauren kissed her on the neck, sucking and nibbling and licking her way down to Brianna's chest, where her hands pushed Brianna's breasts together. She nearly cried out when Lauren took her achingly engorged nipple into her hot mouth, sucking strongly. She alternated between both nipples, sucking, nipping, flitting her tongue teasingly over them, for what seemed an eternity, driving Brianna insane with desire until she wanted to scream at the top of her voice.
Just when she thought she couldn't take it any longer, Lauren began kissing her way down Brianna's tanned belly, as if she knew just when the perfect time was to move on. Brianna looked down at her breasts. Her tingling brown nipples were gleaming wetly with saliva, each one distended over half an inch, looking fatter and harder than she'd ever seen them. Looking between them, she saw Lauren kiss her way downward, lingering at the downy fuzz just below her bellybutton, sucking at it as she hooked her fingers in the waistband of the bikini bottoms and slid them all the way down to Brianna's ankles in one motion.
As Brianna stepped out of the tiny garment, she reached out to steady herself, the little booth was just wide enough for her to lay a palm flat against the mirrors on either side. Her crotch was soaked so thoroughly that a chill ran up her spine when the cool air made contact with her suddenly naked pussy. When she pulled her second foot from the bikini, Lauren grabbed her ankle before it could settle back to the floor once again, gently but insistently raising it up and to the side. Brianna could see that Lauren was looking directly at her exposed puss, but she wasn't embarrassed. She had never wanted anything in her life so badly as she wanted for this woman to be touching her there once again, so she willingly allowed her legs to be spread apart.
Lauren guided Brianna's foot to the side, lifting it to the small bench sitting against one mirrored wall. She licked her lips in anticipation, raptly staring at the tender young pussy less than a foot from her face. The bush was thick and dark, trimmed to a neat triangle just inside the white patch covered by her bikini when she tanned. Below, the brown labia were full and thick, glistening with vaginal fluids. The girl's aroused clitoris was clearly visible, standing out like a miniature cock, deep purple and over half an inch long. She ran her hands up the insides of Brianna's thighs, seeing the goose flesh rise once again across the taut young skin.
Brianna shuddered violently when Lauren's fingertips found her quivering cuntlips and gently pulled them apart, exposing the tender pink wetness inside. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as Lauren moved her face forward, wet lips parted slightly, pink tongue coming out as the mouth neared its target. The first thing she felt was Lauren's hot breath on her yearning pussy, then a feather-light touch on her throbbing clit as Lauren's tongue finally made contact, once, twice, three times, planting quick, fluttering butterfly kisses on it. And then she did cry out with a little-girl squeal as Lauren's mouth sucked the whole thing inside, her teeth raking lightly across the ultra-sensitive love bud.
And she CAME! Just like that, without warning. The sudden rough attack on her clit lit a flash-fire within her. Her body quaked, knees threatening to buckle, little mewling cries coming from her throat. All the while, Lauren kept sucking on her screaming clitty, making the orgasm go on and on. It finally subsided, leaving Brianna feeling weak and tingling all over, but still Lauren kept at it. She lapped up the juices flooding out of Brianna's cunt, pushing her tongue into the virgin pussy.
Several long minutes after coming, Brianna felt another orgasm coming on. Unlike the other one, this one seemed a long time coming. Lauren expertly kept her just on the brink, seeming to know just how much it would take to send her over the edge and leaving her just short. She looked down and saw Lauren's eyes watching her, the lower half of her face buried below the bushy muff. For what seemed an eternity, they stared into one another's eyes. "Please," Brianna begged in a small voice. It was the first word either of them had spoken since they began touching. "Please make me come."
That was all Lauren was waiting for. She attacked Brianna's clit with gusto, holding it firmly between her lips and flicking her tongue rapidly back and forth over the tip. In no time, she had the young girl peaking again, her moans filling the little room. Brianna's quivering legs finally gave way, and she slid down the mirrored wall to the floor. Lauren pulled Brianna's head to her bosom, holding her tightly until her breathing returned to normal.
When Brianna finally stopped quivering and could breathe again, she began kissing Lauren's chest. The skin was oh so soft. Lauren rose up a bit and pushed her soft breast into Brianna's mouth. She sucked the hard little nipple into her mouth. It was much smaller than Mama's, not as gratifying to suck upon. But the small breast was soft and mushy against her face, which she really liked. Lauren moved over to the bench at the side of the changing booth, pulling Brianna along with her. She sat up on the seat, Brianna between her spread thighs, still suckling at her breast.
Lauren leaned back against the mirror and twined her fingers into Brianna's thick brown hair. She held the girl's head, savoring the sensations emanating from the sucking mouth on her nipples and shooting throughout her body. After a while, she began subtley pushing Brianna's head downward. Soon Brianna was away from her breasts and kissing her way down Lauren's belly. She stopped at the bellybutton, kissing around it and sticking her tongue in. Lauren waited impatiently for her to continue on down. She gave another gentle push, urging her onward.
Brianna pulled her head back, looking down at Lauren's waiting vagina, just inches from the end of her nose. She'd never actually seen another woman's vulva. She hesitated, staring at the lips standing open invitingly, brown at the tips, turning to bright pink near the opening in the middle. It was surrounded by glossy golden hair. Brianna thought it was beautiful, but she just couldn't bring herself to put her mouth there.
Lauren, sensing Brianna's reluctance, reached down and took the girl's chin in her hand, gently tilting her face up to meet her gaze. "You don't want to, do you Sugar?" she asked softly.
Tears welled up in Brianna's eyes. "I-I'm sorry," she stammered. "I want to please you.....b-but...."
  "It's okay, Sugar," Lauren interrupted compassionately. "I don't want you
to do anything you're not ready for."
  "I can do it with my hand," Brianna said hopefully.
  "That would be nice," Lauren answered thoughtfully, "but how would you like
to fuck me instead?"
  "Uh...okay," Brianna said unsurely, blushing. She didn't know what that
meant. Two girls couldn't 'fuck' could they?
  Lauren smiled at her. "Don't worry, I'll show you," she said, as if reading
Brianna's thoughts. "Run get me my purse, Sugar. I left it out there by the
swimsuits."
  "Okay," Brianna said happily. She got up and went to the door of the little
booth, sticking her head out. The shop was still deserted, of course, and she
could see the oversized handbag in the middle of the floor. She hesitated.
The bag was in clear view from the front windows, and she would be exposed if
she went out to get it naked like she was. Should she put something on? She
remembered Tami lifting her shirt and popping her boob out right up at the
front counter. She looked back at Lauren, who had an amused look on her face
that dared Brianna to do it. With a nervous giggle, Brianna stood upright and
walked brazenly out into the open, getting a thrill of excitement from the
danger. She walked the half-dozen steps to the bag and bent over to retrieve
it. Stealing a glance toward the front, she saw a few people crossing in
front of the store. Losing her composure, she grabbed the bag and darted back
to the cubicle, busting out laughing.
  Taking the bag, Lauren laughed with her. "Did anyone see you?"
  "I don't think so, but there were people out there," Brianna answered, still giggling.
Lauren dug deep into the big bag and pulled out a second, zippered bag. Brianna looked on curiously as Lauren fished around in the smaller bag, coming out with a dildo in her hand. Brianna gasped as she realized what it was. Lauren looked up at her. "Would you like to fuck me with this? See, it has straps so you can wear it."
Brianna nodded eagerly. She was suddenly anxious to know what it would be like to have a penis. She stepped into the harness where Lauren indicated. "I thought lesbians didn't like penises," Brianna said as the woman pulled the rig up over her flaring hips. For a moment, she worried that Lauren would take offense, but the older lady smiled up at her.
"Well, I suppose I am a lesbian, technically," Lauren answered amusedly. "But I do like penises, although I haven't had a real one in over twenty years." She sighed wistfully. "Not since my dear Randolph passed away." Looking up and seeing the curiosity on the girl's face, she continued. "I married him when I was twenty-one, fresh out of college. He was already in his seventies." She saw Brianna's eyes go wide in surprise. "Yes, that's what his family thought, too," she laughed good-naturedly. She spun Brianna around and began tightening the harness. "They all called me a gold-digger, and worse things. But I was utterly devoted to him."
Brianna looked down, enthralled with the cock sticking out from between her legs. It was shorter than Billy's, but fatter. She wrapped her hand around it and held it as Lauren tightened the straps, still talking.
"The last couple of years of his life, he was in very poor health. He couldn't make love to me anymore. He wanted me to be happy, tried to get me to take a lover. But I swore I'd never be with any other man." She finished tightening the straps and spun Brianna back around. "Then one night he bought me a prostitute." She heard Brianna gasp and looked up to the girl's face. "Oh, she was very high class...and very expensive," she laughed. She pulled on the dildo to check the harness, smiling her approval at the fit. "Dear Randolph sat in his wheelchair and watched her make love to me." She pulled Brianna down to her knees. "And I've only been with women ever since," she concluded, kissing Brianna on the lips.
Brianna moved up into position between Lauren's spread thighs. "Just a sec, Sugar," Lauren stopped her. She reached back into the bag and, after a brief search, came out with a small bottle of lubricant. "A girl should always be prepared," she laughed, opening the bottle and squirting lube onto the dildo. She stroked the fake dick with her hand, spreading the slippery substance all along it, then wiped the excess onto her outer vaginal lips. "Okay, Sugar, now fuck me with your big hard cock!"
Brianna felt a thrill of excitement hearing the elegant older lady say such nasty things. As she moved even closer, Lauren reached for the dildo, guiding the head towards her waiting snatch. "Push it in slow," Lauren said in a husky voice. Brianna did as she was instructed, pushing her hips forward slowly, watching the blunt head force its way into the small opening. The lips were pushed apart, stretching thinly around the thick shaft as it inched its way inside. She continued until her pelvis met Lauren's and the latex cock was completely buried in Lauren's tight pussy.
"Ooh, yes, Sugar," Lauren cooed, her eyes closed and a shudder running through her body. "Now out and in."
Brianna pulled back, just as slowly as she had pushed in, watching the lips cling longingly to the shaft as it withdrew, as if they were trying to keep it inside. When she saw the ridge of the head pop out, she pushed back in, revelling in the feeling of power she got from knowing she was fucking this woman. She stroked in and out in a slow, steady rhythm. She was getting increasingly excited herself, not only from the idea that she was actually fucking someone, a woman at that, but also the straps that ran down between her legs pinched her clit between them, stimulating it with every movement she made.
"That's it, Sugar. Keep going," Lauren instructed, reaching once again for her bag of goodies. This time she pulled out a small, hand-held control with two long wires snaking out one end. As Brianna looked on curiously, still pumping her hips, Lauren pulled on the wires until the ends came out of the bag. Each wire ended in a small, white plastic egg. She held the two eggs in one hand and poured some more lubricant on them. She grinned mischievously up at Brianna as she flicked the switch on the control. The two eggs began humming noisily, vibrating against each other.
She held one against her nipple and the other to her clit, purring with pleasure. Watching Brianna's face, she lifted her right leg into the air and reached around it with the vibrating egg. Her body twisted to the side, she held the plastic ovoid against her puckered anus and slowly pushed it in, causing a strong shudder to run through her body. She saw Brianna's eyes light up with excitement. "Would you like the other one, Sugar?" she asked, a contented smile on her face.
Brianna nodded eagerly. She took the buzzing egg that Lauren handed to her, holding it against her nipple for a moment as Lauren had done. It tickled wonderfully, raising a fresh set of goose bumps across her chest and her brown nipple puckering up even more erectly. Moving it down behind her, she spread her ass cheeks with the other hand and held it against her sensitive little butthole. Shivering all over, she pushed it in, gasping as it popped through the tight sphincter. Her hips started bucking of their own volition, causing the dildo to go in and out of Lauren's clasping pussy faster and faster. The straps continued to rub Brianna's clit and her whole groin was vibrating from the inside, driving her quickly toward another orgasm. She reached out and grabbed both of Lauren's boobs, holding on to keep her balance.
Lauren was writhing and whimpering under Brianna's renewed attack. The fake cock slammed into her, pounding her cunt unmercifully, and Brianna was squeezing her breasts almost painfully. She fumbled with the control, finally succeeding in clicking it up to high, causing Brianna to cry out and fuck her even more frenziedly, sending her over the brink, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave. "Ohhh GODDD!" she moaned loudly, thrashing her hips back against Brianna's thrusts. And she could tell that Brianna was coming, too. She pulled the girl down and locked her mouth to hers, holding her tightly as they both rode the waves of passion.
After they had recovered sufficiently, they quickly got dressed, Brianna feeling somewhat awkward and embarrassed. As Lauren was fixing her makeup in the mirror, Brianna picked up the flowered one-piece.
  "I'll take it," Lauren said, looking at her in the mirror.
  "H-huh?" Brianna jumped, a bit startled.
  "The suit," Lauren smiled. "For my niece. Although as you may have guessed,
she's not actually my niece."
  "Oh," Brianna blushed slightly. "I sort of wondered."
  Lauren finished with her makeup and turned around. "Why, what's the matter,
Sugar?" she asked, seeing a sick look on the girl's face. Brianna had picked
up the orange string bikini, and was clutching the bottoms, looking at them
with dread. There was a big, discolored stain in the crotch. Her copious
vaginal fluids had soaked completely through the cotton panel to the outer
fabric. Lauren took them from her gently and raised them to her nose,
sniffing. "And I'll take this for myself," she added, enjoying the girl's
blushing embarrassment. She hugged Brianna lightly and kissed her on the
cheek. "We'd better get a move on, Sugar. It's well after closing time."
  Brianna nodded and led the way to the front counter. She surely wouldn't
get to Grandma and Grandpa's before dark now, but she didn't care. She
wondered idly what Tami would think of this little escapade. She smiled
slightly to herself, thinking it would be nice to shock Tami for a change.
But she knew she could never tell. After ringing up the purchases and seeing
Lauren out, she finally locked up and headed for home.

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  Gayla had seen the kids off by 7:30, stifling Billy's protests about having
to go. She knew why he didn't want to leave, that he wanted to stay near
Maddie, but she had insisted. "Your grandfather hasn't been well," she'd told
him. Bill's father was growing increasingly senile, sometimes not knowing
where he was or who people were. She wanted the kids to spend some time with
him before it was too late. And it left the house empty for Bill's return
tomorrow, she thought with a smile.
  After eight, Bill had called, telling her he was watching the video of her
getting fucked by his three friends. He said he'd watched it a half dozen
times already, and that he jacked himself off every time. And he said he was
stroking his cock even as they spoke. She could tell he was hinting at having
phone sex, but she had cut him off. "You'd better save some for tomorrow,
mister," she had scolded. "Now put it back in your pants like a good boy and
leave it alone."
  "Yes, Mommy," he had kidded back at her. "But you'd better be ready in the
morning. I'm coming loaded for bear."
  "You mean loaded for beaver," she had teased.
  After hanging up, she had sat in the quiet house thinking. The place seemed
very empty. She realized she hadn't spent a night alone since the kids were
born, and she didn't relish the idea now. An idea dawned on her of how to
repay Bill for the little surprise he had pulled on her before leaving. She
called the hospital and left word for Maddie to call her on her break. After
Maddie called and she quickly outlined her plan, she made a quick trip to an
all night sex shop to pick up some goodies. Bill was going to get the
surprise of his life.

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CHAPTER 11 : Saturday

  Bill quietly entered the house through the front door, carrying his
suitcase. He headed straight for the stairs. Upstairs, the bathroom door was
ajar and he could hear the shower running. He put down his suitcase and
slipped quietly through the door. He'd had a hard-on all the way home
thinking what he was going to do to his beautiful, sexy wife when he got
here. He could see her moving through the opaque glass of the shower door.
  Grinning wickedly, he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, stroking
it a few times to get it fully erect. He walked over and slid the back shower
door open. Thrusting his hips forward, he wagged his 8 1/2 inch cock through
the open door. "Hey lady, wanna fuck?" he said in a gruff voice. Chuckling,
he stuck his head in. The smile faded from his lips. The first thing he saw
was a pair of incredibly long, lean legs, topped by a high, tightly-packed
little ass. His eyes continued upward over the perfect ass and up the arch of
her spine to her face looking back over her shoulder at him. It was Madeline
James! They stood staring at one another mutely for a long moment, his mouth
open in shock, his mind drawing a blank. Finally, her eyes broke contact. She
took a lingering look down at his crotch, then back up to his face, one
eyebrow cocked inquisitively and an amused expression coming to her face.
  Bill looked down at himself. Seeing his hard cock still standing out in the
open finally snapped him out of it. He jumped back, slamming the shower door
and backing straight away from it. He was still trying to stuff his
uncooperative bone back into his pants as he backed into the hallway. He
tripped over his suitcase and his back slammed into the wall, knocking the
air out of him. When he finally got his hard-on wrestled back behind his
zipper, he picked up the suitcase and walked into the bedroom.
  "Hi, Honey"
  Yipes! Bill nearly jumped out of his skin. He spun toward the voice and spotted Gayla seated on the love seat against the far wall. The morning sunlight from the window behind her lit her short auburn hair like a fiery halo. She looked radiantly beautiful, dressed in her jade silk robe, sitting with her legs curled up under her and sipping from a big coffee mug. Bill was sweating. He felt as if he had just been caught. "Oh. H-hi darling," he said, dropping the suitcase and coming over to her.
  "How was your flight?"
  "Fine," he answered, kissing her quickly and sitting down next to her. He hadn't been sitting for more than thirty seconds when the bathroom door opened and Madeline walked in wearing his bathrobe, her hair still up in a ponytail from her shower.
  "I was scared here all alone last night, so I called Maddie to come over and stay with me," Gayla explained as Madeline came over to sit in the chair adjacent to the love seat.
  "I hope you don't mind my borrowing your robe," Madeline said, giving a secret smile to Gayla as she sat, letting the robe part to reveal her long bare legs as she crossed them.
  "Uh...sure," Bill muttered, embarrassed by his earlier faux pas. He was afraid she was going to say something about it, but she just sat smiling.
  "I'll leave you two to chat for a moment," Gayla said, rising and kissing Bill on the cheek. She headed for the bathroom, closing the door up behind her, but not completely.
  "Uh...sorry about that before...I didn't know you were here," Bill said lamely.
  "That's okay," Madeline replied, the amused expression still on her face.
  What the hell are you doing here? Bill wanted to shout. He was horny as hell and wanted to fuck his wife. He was acutely aware of the hard-on still throbbing in his pants. And her flashing her legs at him wasn't helping, reminding him of her naked body he had seen just minutes ago. She was definitely beautiful, but to him she had always seemed like a rather cold fish. He wasn't surprised at all when Ed had left her for another girl, even though Gayla had been outraged. He had never gotten along with Madeline that well, but he was always polite to her because she was Gayla's best friend. Little did he know that her coldness toward him was due to her jealousy over Gayla.
  "It was nice of you to come stay with Gay," he said, trying to make small talk. Her amused stare was starting to unnerve him.
  "Oh, believe me, it was a pleasure," Madeline answered with a little laugh, making Bill wonder.
  She had arrived at about midnight and she and Gay had sat on the couch downstairs and had a glass of wine while Gayla laid out her plan in detail. Madeline had readily agreed. Then Gayla had taken her by the hand and led her up the stairs to the bedroom where they had slowly undressed each other and climbed into Bill and Gayla's bed. And then she had finally gotten a taste of Gayla's sweet pussy, after years of silent longing. She was still satiated from the fucking she had gotten from young Billy earlier in the day, so after licking Gayla to an orgasm, she had curled up in Gayla's arms and gone to sleep. Waking up next to Gayla this morning was one of the most wonderful feelings she had ever known.
  And so far, everything was going according to Gayla's plan. She was very much enjoying teasing Bill, and his flashing his beautiful cock at her had been an added bonus. She had gone completely wet in just the few seconds she had seen it. Now she couldn't stop her eyes from straying down to the bulge in his lap every few seconds. They sat in awkward silence for a few minutes, Bill trying to think of something to say and Madeline enjoying his predicament. Finally, Gayla broke the silence, calling out from the bathroom, "Maddie, why don't you give Bill that package."
"Oh, yes," Maddie said, as if she had forgotten. She reached into the pocket of Bill's robe and pulled out a small plastic bag. "Gayla said this was for you," she added, handing it to Bill.
Bill took it from her, curious. It was a bag of hair. He stared at it dumbly for a moment. At first, he thought it was his souvenir of Gayla's pubes from when he'd had his buddies shave her. He started to reach into his pocket, where he'd kept it since Wednesday. He stopped, realizing that this was a different bag, and the hair in this one was glossy black instead of russet brown like Gayla's. Black as midnight, just like Madeline's hair. His eyes widened in shock as he realized and his head slowly turned toward Madeline. She was grinning at him, her beautiful blue eyes sparkling with mirth.
He was still reeling from this surprise when he heard the bathroom door open. He spun his head around, guiltily feeling as if he'd been caught, but the sight that greeted him knocked the wind out of him. His mouth dropped open and his eyes blinked in disbelief. Gayla came striding into the room. Her hair was slicked back, plastered to her skull. Her eyes were heavily mascaraed and her lips were painted dark red, almost black. She wore thigh-high black leather boots with 4 inch spiked heels. Some sort of leather harness crisscrossed her otherwise naked torso, straps coming up from her groin, crossing over her tummy and framing her swaying breasts before going over her shoulders. But the thing that really caught his eye was the big black dildo dangling from the harness between her legs, bobbing and swaying as she walked. It had to be at least 9 inches long. She carried a riding crop in one hand and was twirling a pair of handcuffs in the other.
Gayla tossed the cuffs to Maddie then stood tapping her toe impatiently, slapping the riding crop into her leather encased thigh. Bill didn't seem to notice as Maddie snapped a cuff on his wrist. He looked up at her in surprise yet offered no resistance as she pulled him forward and locked his hands together behind his back. Madeline pushed him back against the couch, then came out to where Gayla waited in the middle of the room.
"Now, Bill," Gayla said. "You're going to do everything Maddie and I say, otherwise you will be punished. Understand?"
Bill nodded eagerly, eyes wide in anticipation.
"Did she give you the package?" Gayla asked.
Bill nodded again. The baggie was still clutched in his hand.
  "Do you know where it came from?" she asked. Bill's eyes darted to
Madeline, standing next to Gayla smiling, watching him. "That's right," Gayla
said. "I shaved Maddie's pussy. Just like you had those men shave mine."
Bill's eyes widened a little more. He had always wanted to see his wife with
another woman. The thought of her shaving her friend's pussy sent shivers up
his spine.
  Gayla pulled Madeline over in front of her. "Would you like to see it?" she
asked her husband. He nodded again. "Ask nicely!" Gayla commanded sharply.
  "Please, Baby. Please let me see Maddie's shaved pussy."
  "That's better," Gayla said sweetly. She reached her arms around Madeline
and untied the sash to her robe. She slowly slipped the shoulders off and let
it slide to the floor. She heard Bill gasp as Maddie's shaved pubis came into
view. She let him get a good look before she spun Maddie around to face her.
Even with her high heels on, she was still an inch shorter than Madeline. She
turned so that Bill could see their profiles, then took Maddie's face between
her hands and pulled her lips down to her own.
  They kissed passionately for several minutes, their hands roaming
sensuously over each other's body. Gayla broke the kiss just enough so that
Bill could see her tongue entering Maddie's mouth. Maddie followed her cue
and stuck out her own tongue, flicking it over Gayla's in a playful little
duel. Then Gayla pulled Maddie's head down to her breasts, guiding her mouth
to her stiff nipples. She looked over at Bill on the couch as Maddie sucked
and licked her big pink nipples. "Do you like that Bill? Would you like to
see Maddie suck my cock?" She grabbed the giant dildo and shook it in his
direction.
  "Yes, please," Bill croaked.
  Gayla pushed Madeline to her knees, grabbing her ponytail in one hand and the rubber cock in the other. She teased it toward Maddie's mouth a few times, just close enough for her tongue to dart out and touch the big cockhead. Then she slowly pushed the big head through Madeline's widely stretched lips. Maddie couldn't get but about 3 inches of the thick shaft into her mouth, but she sucked it like a real one.
Bill was going crazy with lust. This was one of the hottest things his sexy wife had ever done. His aching cock was trying to bust through his zipper. "Let me see you fuck her with it," he said to Gayla.
Both women turned to face him, looking at him as if he just uttered blasphemy. "Who gave you permission to speak?" Gayla asked coldly.
"Uh..." Bill was taken aback by their withering stares.
"We're going to have to teach you a little lesson," Gayla announced. "Maddie, take his pants down."
Madeline came over and pulled him to a standing position. She unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly, bending over to push his pants and underwear down to his knees in one motion. His painfully trapped dick came free finally, standing straight out. She pushed him back onto his ass on the love seat, bending down to remove his shoes and socks, then his pants and shorts. She tossed them aside, then stood over him with her hands on her hips, staring openly at his throbbing hard-on.
Gayla walked over to them, slapping the riding crop into her palm. "Turn over," she commanded him. "Stick your butt out."
Bill struggled with his hands still cuffed behind his back, wearing nothing but his shirt. Madeline helped him roll over so his chest was lying on the cushions, his knees on the floor and his ass sticking out. She pulled his shirttail out of the way and planted her bare ass on his back, holding him down and forcing his face into the cushions. She rubbed his asscheeks with her palms. He struggled to turn his head to the side so he could breathe.
WHACK! He lurched in surprised pain as Gayla brought the riding crop down forcefully across his exposed buttocks. WHACK! WHACK! Goddamn! He hadn't expected it to sting so much. He squirmed under Madeline's weight, but was determined not to cry out. His rock-hard cock was pushed up against the cushions of the love seat.
"Now that I have your attention," Gayla said. WHACK! "You will speak when spoken to, understand?" WHACK!
"Yes, ma'am," Bill said through gritted teeth.
WHACK! "And you're going to do exactly as we tell you to do, right?" WHACK!
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Good boy," Gayla said with satisfaction. "Just so you don't forget..." WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Bill had to bite his lip and blink back the water that came to his eyes. It had been a long time since he had been spanked. He had forgotten what it was like. Of course, when he was a kid it had never been like this, him with a raging hard-on while two beautiful naked ladies punished him. He sighed as Madeline rubbed the painful red welts on his backside, taking some of the sting away.
"Now, where were we?" Gayla asked, pulling Madeline off him and sitting her on the love seat beside him. Bill stayed where he was. Gayla kissed her passionately on the mouth. "Do you want our slave to lick your pussy before I fuck you?" she asked Maddie.
"Yes, I think I do," Madeline answered.
"You heard her, slave," Gayla said, grabbing a handful of Bill's hair and pulling his head around. "Eat her pussy. Get her ready for my cock." She pushed his face into Maddie's hairless mound.
Madeline spread her legs wide open. Her pussy was already dripping wet and Bill attacked it with gusto. He drove his tongue into her hot honeypot, snaking it in as deeply as he could. She moaned deeply and reached down to spread her pussylips apart, making her clit pop out. Bill began flicking his tongue over the stiff little button rapidly.
Suddenly, Gayla grabbed Bill's hair again, forcing his head back, and kissed him hungrily, tasting Maddie's juices on his tongue. She guided his mouth back to the yearning cunt and followed him in, pressing her face in next to his. Now husband and wife were both licking Maddie's pussy, their tongues dancing in unison on her quivering clitty, making her writhe and moan with pleasure. Then Gayla pushed Bill away. "Sit up there and watch," she commanded, pointing to the couch beside Madeline.
As Bill got awkwardly into his seat, Gayla rose up onto her knees and gripped the huge dildo in her hand. She produced a tube of lubricant from somewhere he didn't see and squirted it onto the fake cock, spreading it all over its considerable length. She rubbed the bulbous rubber head up and down Maddie's spit-slick slit, then slowly began pushing it into the tight passage.
Madeline gasped as the big thing entered her. It wasn't quite as big as the cucumber Gay had fucked her with the other day, but it was still the second biggest thing she'd ever had in her little snatch. She reached over and grabbed Bill's big cock, squeezing it tightly as Gayla pushed the dildo in all the way to the hilt. "Suck my nipples," she ordered in a husky voice as Gayla began to fuck the monster phallus in and out.
Bill bent down and sucked her whole A-cup titty into his mouth, squirming his hips to try to encourage her to stroke his aching prick. He was so turned on he couldn't see straight. She was the first woman other than his wife to touch him in almost twenty years. And the thought that she and Gayla had been together drove him wild. He'd wanted to get Gayla into a threesome for years, but he never dreamed it would happen today, let alone with her best friend. He worked first on one big thick nipple then the other, sucking them hard, licking and biting them. And then he could tell she was coming by the way she thrashed around and whimpered. Her fist closed so tightly and jerked his cock around so violently that he came also, shooting his come onto his own legs and belly and her hand.
When Madeline's orgasm subsided, she pushed Bill off and looked at her cum-covered hand. Giving him an amused glance, she held her palm up for Gayla to see. Gayla stared at it for a long moment, then turned a scathing glare on Bill, who was fidgeting like a little boy caught at being naughty. "So you didn't learn your lesson after all," she said in a dangerously soft voice.
"But, I..."
"Not a word!" Gayla screamed, grabbing up the riding crop from where she had dropped it on the coffee table and pointing at him with it menacingly. She appeared to be seething with fury. She got up and began pacing back and forth in front of him while Madeline rose and walked naked to the bathroom. Bill watched the big gleaming cock bob between her legs with her agitated movements. She was still pacing when Maddie returned carrying a wet towel.
"What are we going to do with him?" Maddie asked as she knelt down in front of him and began wiping the come from his body. Otherwise, she ignored him, as if he were a piece of furniture she was cleaning. After all those years she had been secretly jealous of him, she was immensely enjoying dominating him.
"It's clear that he needs a...." Gayla paused with a wicked smile, "stiffer punishment." When Maddie had finished cleaning him off, Gayla pointed at the coffee table with the riding crop. "Bend over that table, slave," she commanded imperiously.
Shit, Bill thought, she's really gonna flay my ass now. He hesitated, but Madeline grabbed him by the hair and yanked him forward. He stopped resisting and quickly scrambled into position, laying his chest on the table, hands still cuffed behind him. He heard them whispering together and then some other noises, but when he started to look back at them Gayla whacked him hard on the ass again, so he lay quietly, waiting for his punishment.
Shortly, he felt Madeline sit on his back once again, holding him down. The coffee table creaked under their combined weight. She began rubbing his red-welted ass cheeks, then ran a finger down his hairy crack. Suddenly, he felt a cold wetness run down his crack. He couldn't figure out what it was until Madeline's finger began spreading the slippery substance across his asshole. It was lubricant.
"Do you remember what happened to me on this table" Gayla asked.
Uh oh. Bill began to suspect what they were planning for him. He started to squirm.
"Answer her!" Madeline demanded, delivering a loud smack to his ass with her other hand.
"Uh...yes, ma'am," he muttered, distracted by the finger that slid into his asshole.
"You enjoyed seeing those men fucking me in the ass, didn't you?" Gayla asked.
"Now, wait...." Bill started to protest.
WHACK! Gayla hit him painfully across the backs of his thighs with the crop. "Didn't you!" It was no longer a question, but he answered anyway.
"Y-yes," he gulped.
"Didn't you wonder what it felt like?"
WHACK! When he hesitated to answer, she gave him another lick on his legs, making him jump. "Yes," he admitted meekly. He remembered once, after anal sex with Gayla, he'd asked her what it felt like. She had playfully offered to show him, to which he had laughingly declined.
"Well, you're going to find out," Madeline put in, pulling his cheeks apart with both hands.
He felt the blunt head of Gayla's dildo press against his butthole. He grimaced in pain as she slowly pushed forward, forcing the latex dickhead through his protesting sphincter. Finally, the head popped through. He grunted, teeth gritted against the pain. Inch after inch of the big rubber dong slid into his ass, filling it more and more until Gayla's pelvis pressed against his butt cheeks, the full nine inches buried in his ass. As she paused there, his sphincter slowly relaxed and the pain subsided.
Madeline, sitting atop him, watched the big black cock go in to the hilt. She let go of his ass and grabbed Gayla's big heavy breasts, kneading them in her hands. She kissed her hotly for a few moments. When she drew back Gayla smiled secretly to her. She began fucking it in and out in long, slow strokes. Madeline reached underneath Bill's body and grabbed his cock. She looked up at Gayla with surprised delight. "God, Gay! He's hard as a rock again. He loves it!" She stroked his big bone in time to Gayla's thrusts.
"Let's turn him over," Gayla suggested. "That way you can play with his cock while I'm fucking his ass."
Madeline nodded eagerly and got up off Bill's back as Gayla withdrew the dildo. "Come on, big boy," she said, slapping Bill's ass again. "Onto your back."
Bill hurried to comply, getting up and turning his back to the low table. He gripped the edge in his cuffed hands and leaned back until his back was on the table, his feet flat on the floor holding his hips up just off the edge of the table. Gayla climbed in between his spread thighs and Madeline stepped over him, straddling his hips. She towered over him with her hands on her hips. He stared hungrily at her hairless slit standing partially open above his upthrust cock.
Madeline watched between her legs as Gayla bent low to reinsert the massive dildo. She saw it disappear beneath his tight ball-sack, his cock seeming to bulge even bigger as his ass was filled with rubber cock. She bent down and ripped his shirt open fiercely, buttons flying in every direction. Grasping his hard-on in her hand, she lowered her pussy until it just touched the bloated purple head. She rubbed it along her slick pussy lips, smiling at the lustful need written on his face. "You want my pussy? You want your cock in my pussy?" she teased.
"Yes, ma'am," Bill hissed, staring at her shaved pussy. He wouldn't like to admit it, but having his ass fucked by his wife was incredibly stimulating. Despite having come just minutes ago, he was getting desperate to fuck somebody, especially his wife's young friend.
"I don't think so," Madeline said cruelly. She released her hold on his cock and stood back up, eliciting a frustrated moan from him. "Perhaps you can convince me with your tongue," she added, walking up over him with one leg on each side of the table.  Reaching his head, she grabbed him by the hair and shoved her pussy into his face. He began licking frenziedly. In no time, she was moaning in pleasure and rotating her hips, rubbing her juicy cunt all over his face.
Meanwhile, Gayla grabbed Bill's stiff cock in both hands, holding it like a handle as she seesawed the long dildo in and out of his asshole faster. She could tell he was loving it by the way his cock pulsed and throbbed in her hands with each thrust. He was grunting and groaning directly into Maddie's crotch.
When Madeline felt herself nearing another orgasm, she scrambled back down his body, grabbing his cock out of Gay's hands. She hurriedly positioned the head at the opening of her sloppily wet vagina and rammed her hips down so hard that her ass smacked noisily into his pelvis. This was enough to send her over the brink and she came hard. She gripped the sides of the coffee table and slammed her grasping cunt up and down on his lance as fast and hard as she could, driving through her orgasm as little cries of pleasure escaped her mouth.
Bill felt his own come churning in his balls as Madeline rode him furiously and Gayla reamed his asshole faster and faster. He was going to come any second, his entire body tensed and quivering. Suddenly, as Madeline drove her ass down into him, there was a loud CRACK! The leg on the left side of the coffee table gave way, spilling him off into the floor as cups and saucers crashed noisily around him. Madeline was thrown sprawling to the floor and Gayla fell to her side, tangled in Bill's flailing legs.
As Madeline lay on the carpet catching her breath, Bill and Gayla looked at each other in shocked silence. Suddenly, they both burst out laughing. The master/slave mood was banished. Gayla disentangled herself from his legs, rising to her knees to unstrap the dildo from her hips. She dropped the rubber cock and from somewhere produced the handcuff key. Motioning him to turn over, she unlocked the cuffs. Bill removed his buttonless shirt and tossed it away, stretching his stiff shoulders joints. Gayla pushed him back down and lowered her mouth to his still-hard cock. She sucked the thick shaft noisily, tasting Maddie's cunt juices.
Madeline raised up on one elbow, laying her head in her palm. She watched the woman she loved sucking her husband's big cock. She no longer felt any jealousy towards him. Not only had she made love to both of them, she had seduced their teenaged son yesterday. She shivered in the afterglow of her orgasm, admiring the way Gayla could take the entire cock into her throat. She was certainly a better cocksucker than Maddie was herself.
Gayla disengaged her mouth from Bill's turgid organ. Turning her back to him, she got down on all fours and looked back over her shoulder at him. "Fuck me, Honey. I need it bad!" she implored.
Bill didn't need to be asked twice. He scrambled to his knees behind her wiggling white asscheeks. Finding her slick seam, he rammed his cock home forcefully, forcing a grunt from her. He slammed his cock into her as hard as he could, giving her a little payback for the punishment she had delivered on him. In no time, she was screaming in orgasm, but he didn't let up. He continued driving his swollen prick into her faster and faster, holding onto her meaty hips. He felt his own tiny bit of sadistic pleasure as he fucked her furiously.
My God, Madeline thought as she watched through wide eyes, this guy can really fuck! No wonder Gayla never went unsatisfied. He fucked her thunderously through one screaming orgasm and into another. Finally, he threw his head back and groaned loudly, every muscle in his sweat-covered body standing out as he came, emptying his load deeply into his beautiful wife's pussy. Madeline felt love and awe for both of them well up inside her as they collapsed onto the carpet in a sweating, gasping heap. She crawled over to them as Gayla turned over onto her back, and they all three embraced each other tenderly.
Maddie kissed Gayla. Then Gayla kissed Bill. Then Bill kissed Maddie. Then Gayla kissed Maddie again and they all collapsed into a fit of giggles, kissing and hugging each other.
"God, I'm famished," Gayla said finally.
"Me too," added Madeline.
Bill got up, saying, "You girls relax. I'll go fix you an omelet." He laughed. "It'll be my final act as your slave."
"Didn't you like being our slave?" Gayla giggled.
"Yeah, it was great," Bill answered. "But I don't think my ass could take any more," he added, turning his red-striped backside to them. They both laughed as he walked out naked, gingerly rubbing his sore cheeks.

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CHAPTER 12 : Still Saturday

   After eating their brunch and taking a little rest, Gayla and Madeline
decided they wanted to watch the videotape of Gayla's gang-bang. Bill was
only too happy to comply. He had already seen it at least a half-dozen times
while on his trip, but it still turned him on just as much every time he saw
it. It was about 11 o'clock in the morning when they all three went
downstairs to the family room to watch it on the VCR. They were all buck
naked except for Gayla, who had ditched the uncomfortable boots but still
wore the leather harness, minus the strap-on cock.
   Gayla felt strange being downstairs virtually naked. What with the kids
being around, it had been a long time since she and Bill had been free to be sexy outside their bedroom. She and Maddie settled on the sofa as Bill loaded up the tape. He pushed the "play" button and came back to sit between them, draping an arm over each of their shoulders. Pulling them in close, he grabbed a tit in each hand, Gayla's hefty D-cup in his right hand and Madeline's tiny A-cup in his left.
Gayla felt a thrill of excitement as the snowy screen resolved into a picture of their living room. The picture jiggled as Bill walked to the stairs and climbed silently to the second floor, going past the bathroom door to their bedroom. He got to the door just in time to catch a glimpse of her in her sexy lingerie disappear into her closet. She shivered in anticipation as Bill stood in the doorway, waiting for her to reappear.
After a long 30 seconds, she saw herself emerge from the closet, staring down at her high-heeled shoes. On screen, she let out a high-pitched shriek as she looked up, startled, but a look of relief soon crossed her face as she recognized Bill. "You nearly scared the life out of me," she heard herself say. As she scolded him on the screen, Gayla turned to Bill and asked, "Do I really sound like that?"
He nodded, his eyes glued to the TV. He motioned toward the screen with his head. "Watch your face when the guys come in."
Gayla turned her attention back to the screen. She had to admit, it was quite exciting to see herself on the TV, posing in her revealing lingerie. Then her expression changed. She stared past the camera with a stunned look for several seconds before whirling around and grabbing her robe, clutching it up to her chest. Then the men were crowding around her, tying her hands behind her back and forcing her into the chair.
She heard Madeline gasp as her legs were spread on the screen and her panties removed. One of the men remarked on how hairy her pussy was. And it was, she thought as the picture zoomed in for a close-up of her bushy crotch. She couldn't help looking down at herself now, shaved anew this morning. She looked just like she had as a little girl, secretly touching herself under the covers. She spread her legs slightly and touched her damp pussy as she watched Roger begin clipping her pubes on the screen.
By the time the shaving was done, each woman was fondling Bill's hard cock with one hand and fingering herself with the other while he pinched and twisted their nipples. When Roger lowered his mouth to Gayla's pussy on-screen, Madeline, her eyes riveted to the action, leaned close to Bill and whispered, "Bill, since you've seen this already, why don't you get down here and eat my pussy?"
"Mine, too," Gayla added as Bill readily agreed.
Gayla scooted over next to Madeline and held her hand as Bill moved between Madeline's spread thighs, kissing his way down to her hot cunt. He reached over to play with his wife's clit as he attacked her friend's with his tongue. By the time Roger was coming in Gayla's mouth on the screen, Madeline was gasping through her own orgasm, her hand pulling frantically at his curly black hair.
Bill glanced at the TV as he moved between his wife's legs, seeing her standing beside the bed and beckoning to Art and Holmes. He grinned to himself and dove into her hot box. She was so worked up by that time that she came mere moments after he began. He turned around and sat on the floor at their feet in time to see Holmes greasing his gigantic organ. Bill smiled in anticipation. This was his favorite part, his beautiful wife getting sandwiched by two guys.
Madeline leaned forward, eyes on the TV screen in rapt attention as the camera zoomed in on the young man's giant penis for the first time. It looked positively monstrous, even larger than she had pictured in her mind from Gayla's descriptions. The picture panned over to Gayla's ass as she lowered herself onto Art Fielding's fat cock, her plump vaginal lips stretched widely. Then Holmes was pushing his enormous cockhead against the puckered little pink asshole. Gayla's moans could be heard clearly as the huge prick forced its way up her ass and she came.
Madeline gasped in disbelief, shocked that the oversized organ could fit into the tight opening. She had only had anal sex a handful of times with her husband, but his penis was a pinkie finger compared to this unbelievably large member. By the time they had ridden Gayla to another shrieking orgasm, Madeline was trembling with excitement, her entire body tingling with prickly heat. As the men left Gay passed out on the bed, Madeline reached for the remote and stopped the tape. Turning to Gayla, she said breathlessly, "Gay, I've got to try it!"
"Two cocks at once? I can highly recommend it," Gayla giggled. She tapped Bill on the nose. "How about it, Honey, you want to fuck Maddie with me?"
"You bet!" Bill grinned up at them.
"I'll go get my cock," Gayla said, rising from the sofa. She nudged Bill's half-hard cock with her bare foot, saying to Maddie, "Meanwhile, why don't you get Bill prepared?" She headed for the stairs as Bill stood in front of Madeline and she ravenously engulfed his cock with her mouth.
By the time Gayla returned, adjusting the straps holding the big black dildo to her loins and carrying a tube of lubricant, Bill had a magnificent hard-on, slick with Maddie's saliva. She poured some lube onto her faux penis, then tossed the tube to Bill. Spreading the slippery substance over the entire dildo, she sat on the couch next to Madeline, who eagerly turned to straddle Gayla's thighs. As Madeline kissed her hungrily, Gayla smeared the excess lubricant off her hand between Maddie's legs, finding her smooth cunny already sopping wet.
Madeline grabbed the slick black dildo and raised her hips over it. She guided it to the mouth of her vagina, rubbing the head along her slot a couple of times before lowering herself onto it. She moaned into Gayla's open mouth as the big phallus stretched her cunt wide and deep. When she was completely impaled on its prodigious length, she slowly ground her pelvis, unable to hold completely still. She frenched Gayla hotly as she felt Bill's fingers spread lubricant between her quivering ass cheeks, his thick fingers invading her yielding rectum.
Gayla reached around and held Maddie's ass cheeks apart for Bill, her middle finger probing in between. Maddie's tight asshole was stretched a little wider as Gayla's finger slid in alongside Bill's. Madeline shuddered as husband and wife fingerfucked her tightest orifice, one sliding in as the other slid out. The feeling was incredibly stimulating, and she made little mewling noises as she hunched her pelvis on the massive dildo filling her hot vagina. Breaking her mouth away from Gayla's, she gasped, "I'm ready...I'm ready, Baby. Put it in my ass!"
Bill pulled his finger out and grabbed his greased cock, guiding it to her waiting bunghole. He felt her trembling, and she whimpered as he slowly pushed forward, the bloated head of his dick wedging itself into her protesting sphincter. He paused with just the head inside, reaching around to grab her tiny breasts and pinch her big cherry nipples. When he felt she had relaxed somewhat, he again pushed forward, his big cock sinking into her tightly clenching ass. She whined in pain, but he didn't stop until his pelvis was pressed against her perfect buttcheeks, his bone buried to the balls.
"Yes....yessss," Madeline hissed, the intensity of the sensations nearly overwhelming her as she was filled completely. When she was able, she began sliding up and down on the long dildo, signalling Bill to begin fucking his big cock in and out of her tight little asshole. She moaned and whimpered, grabbing Gayla's hair in her fingers and pulling her head into her breasts, pushing the little titty into her obliging mouth. "Ohhh, God!" she moaned as Gayla clamped down on her throbbing nipple and Bill fucked her ass in long, steady strokes.
Bill grabbed Madeline's black hair in his right hand, pulling on it like the reins of a horse, forcing her head back painfully. With his left hand, he slapped her tight little ass hard, giving her a little payback for the whipping they had given him earlier. He was really stroking now, driving his meat up her asshole hard and deep, his groin smacking into her ass in a steadily increasing rhythm. It was so tight and hot, he didn't know how much longer he was going to be able to hold out. He continued slapping her ass and pulling her hair, riding her toward the finish line of her orgasm.
Madeline moaned mindlessly, lost in a whirlpool of pain and pleasure. She furiously humped the dildo as Bill hammered his big prick into her ass. And then she was coming hard. She screamed out loud and crushed Gayla's head to her bosom, her pelvis thrashing against the dual intruders. The air rushed out of her as Bill pulled her hair a little too violently and slamming his cock deep, the turgid organ twitching and spasming as he came far up her bowels.
   Bill withdrew his spent dick and fell huffing and sweating upon the sofa
next to his wife. Madeline slowly lifted herself, freeing her tender pussy of
the massive intrusion. She clung tightly to Gayla until her breathing slowed
and her muscles stopped quivering. She kissed Gayla, then turned her
attention to Bill, a new warmth glowing in her face. She crawled from Gayla's
lap to his and looked toward Gayla for permission. Gayla nodded with a smile,
and Madeline looked deep into Bill's eyes, then kissed him tenderly and with
passion. She snuggled into his neck as he looked to his wife, eyebrows raised
in surprise, then slowly put his arms around them both, closing his eyes
contentedly.

*    *    *    *    *

  Brianna had been bored stiff all day. She had spent the day with Grandma,
baking and going to the local flea market and helping her sew on a quilt,
pretty much a snooze all day long. Billy had gone fishing with Grandpa.
Grandpa was okay this morning, but last night when they had arrived, he had
been confused as to who they were. Billy had entered ahead of Brianna, and
Grandpa had seemed delighted to see him, calling him Bill Boy. But when
Brianna came in, he had looked at her in surprise for a moment, then rushed
over to hug her, saying, "Joyce! Joyce, I knew you'd come back!"
  Brianna had been stunned. He'd thought she was Aunt Joyce, Daddy's older
sister. Aunt Joyce didn't get along with her parents, and hadn't seen them
for years. Grandma had gently pulled him back, telling him, "No, Dear, this
is Brianna. Bill's girl." Grandpa had stared at her confusedly for a moment,
then wandered over to his recliner. Brianna'd had no idea he was that bad.
"It's okay, Dear. He just gets a little lost sometimes," Grandma had said,
patting her arm reassuringly. And he had been fine this morning, calling her
by name, seemingly not remembering being confused the night before.
  So she had spent most of the day with Grandma, but her mind had mostly been
on the sexy things that had happened to her in the last few days. The old
folks had gone to bed early, before 9, and she and Billy sat watching TV for
a while. After 10, she went upstairs to take her shower. She was drying off
afterwards when she heard a creak outside the door. The door had one of those
big, old-fashioned keyholes, and she suddenly wondered if Billy was spying on
her again. The thought of it sent a thrill through her, and she rubbed the
towel all over her body in a slow and sensuous manner, imagining him on his
knees out there stroking his erect penis, watching her. She pulled on her
panties and slipped her sleep-shirt over her head. When she opened the door,
the hallway was empty. If he had been there, he was gone now. She went to
Aunt Joyce's old room, where she was sleeping.
  In a few minutes, she heard Billy come out of Daddy's old room and go into
the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. She hesitated a few moments, then
crept out into the hall and up to the bathroom door. Bending down, she put
her eye to the keyhole. She had a perfect view of Billy, standing at the sink
in only his underwear, brushing his teeth. After he finished, he stood
looking at himself. She had to suppress a giggle as he flexed his muscles,
posing in the mirror. Then he went over and turned on the shower, sticking
his hand in to test the temperature. When he had it to his liking, he dropped
his underwear and stepped into the spray, pulling the curtain. She gave a
frustrated little sigh. She wanted to see his thing, but all she'd seen was
his butt. It was a pretty nice butt, though, she mused.
  After a couple of minutes, she heard the water shut off. Her breath caught
in her throat as he flung open the shower curtain and she had a full frontal
view of his dripping wet body. And there it was, soft like when she'd first
seen it, the drooping testicles hanging behind it. He stepped out of the tub,
reaching for his towel. She breathlessly eyed his swinging penis as he dried
his face, then ran the towel down his chest and into his crotch. His penis
grew half hard as he rubbed it, getting longer and thicker, pointing out in
front of him. She lost sight of it as he bent over to dry his hairy legs, but
she saw it again as he stood back up and turned sideways to face the mirror.
Now she had a side view of it as he put the towel over his head. His prick
swayed and bobbed with his movements as he vigorously toweled his hair dry.
She wanted desperately to see it get hard again, to see it get long and
thick, the little pink head to grow fat and purple. She'd hoped that he had
been spying on her and gotten turned on, so that she could watch him playing
with himself. In fact, she had an urge to go in and touch him herself, like
she had before. Only this time, she thought to herself, he won't have to
guide my hand, I know what to do.
  She started to reach for the doorknob, knowing that the old door had no
lock, other than the keyhole, which had no key, but she hesitated. As she was
debating with herself, he reached over and picked up his clean underwear,
pulling them on then reaching for his pajama bottoms. Darn! Brianna cursed
herself, losing her nerve. She quickly backed away from the door and quietly
went back into her room. A minute later, she heard him come out of the
bathroom and go back to his own room.
  She flung herself onto the bed in frustration, not even bothering to pull
down the covers. She didn't need covers anyway, Grandma and Grandpa kept it
so warm in the house. She tossed and turned for quite a while, thinking about
yesterday with Mrs. Gregory, and earlier with Momma, but mostly thinking
about Billy's hard penis. She could go into his room. He was just across the
hall. Maybe he was touching it right at this moment. After a while, she fell
asleep, visions of her brother's cock filling her mind.

*    *    *    *    *

   It was sometime later and Brianna was dreaming again. This time, Billy was
licking her pussy. He must have snuck into her room, she thought, and now he
had his head down between her legs and his tongue was running wetly over her
hot pussy. She moaned and pulled her knees up, spreading her legs wider for
him. He responded by pulling her thick labia apart and driving his wriggling
tongue into her juicy hole.
   Somewhere in the back of her mind, she realized that she was partially
awake and this was too real to have been a dream, but in her semi-conscious
state, she was beyond caring. She squeezed her tits, pinching the hard
nipples through the thin cotton material of her sleep shirt. The tongue moved
out of her pussy and up to her stiff clitty, flitting all over the sensitive
little knob in a frenzied dance of love. She moaned, coming more awake with
each passing moment, but also getting hotter and hotter. A mixture of saliva
and pussy juice was running down from her vulva and into the crack of her
ass. She felt his finger go to it, spreading the slippery goo all over her
sensitive butthole. Just as he sucked her engorged clit into his mouth, his
finger pushed into her tight little ass.
   Brianna came fully awake with a gasp, grabbing instinctively for his hair,
pulling his face into her crotch as she came hard. Her hips bucked against
his face as his finger wiggled in her asshole and his lips and tongue
stimulated her throbbing clitty. Wave after wave of intense orgasmic pleasure
washed over her, her moans filling the little bedroom where her aunt had
grown up. Finally, her orgasm ran down, leaving her tingling all over and
breathing hard, her rapid pulse thundering in her ears.
   When she could finally think straight, she lifted her head from the pillow
and looked down. She realized that her sleep shirt was pulled up around her
waist. He had the crotch of her panties pulled to the side and was still
slowly lapping up the remnants of her girl come. Her feet were flat on the
bed, her knees drawn up, and with the moonlight coming in from the window she
could see his head nestled between her bare thighs. Something didn't look
right. His hair looked almost silver in the moonlight. "Billy?" she
whispered.
   Slowly, his head raised. She squinted, trying to see his face in the dim
light. "I knew you'd come back to me, Joyce," he whispered back. Brianna
gasped in shock. It was Grandpa! She scrambled back away from him, sitting up
and yanking her shirt down to cover herself. She was aghast. Somehow, the
thought of Billy licking her had seemed all right, sort of natural, but
Grandpa!?! And he thought that she was Aunt Joyce again, but why would he be
licking Aunt Joyce? Suddenly she realized...Grandpa and Aunt Joyce had been
lovers!
   As he was slowly climbing from the bed, saying how much he loved her and
missed her, she swung her feet over the side and stood up, but stopped
herself. Her first instinct had been to go get Grandma. But what would she
tell her? "Grandma, Grandpa thought I was Aunt Joyce and he licked my pussy."
No, she could hardly do that.
   Now Grandpa was sitting on the side of the bed. He reached out and took
her hand in his. "You do still love me, don't you, Joyce?" he asked in a
quavering voice.
   Brianna could tell he was crying. She was filled with pity as she looked
down at him. "Of course I love you...Daddy," she whispered, touching his
cheek tenderly. She couldn't bring herself to tell him she wasn't Joyce.
   She allowed him to pull her down, going to her knees in front of him. He
hugged her tightly, murmurring, "My Joyce. My sweet Joyce," and she
tentatively hugged him back. Then he moved her back a bit and quickly fumbled
with the fly of his pajamas. Brianna's heart skipped a beat as he pulled his
limp penis out. In the dim moonlight, she could just see it lying against his
light blue pajamas as he reached out and took her by the shoulders. "Kiss it,
Honey," he begged, pulling her towards it. "Kiss it like you used to."
   Brianna let herself be pushed down. It all seemed like a dream, that her
Grandpa had just licked her 'til she came, and now she was going to suck him.
And she was going to suck him, she knew. She wanted to, was terribly excited
by it. With him thinking that she was Aunt Joyce, it seemed okay, like it
wasn't really her doing it. Or more accurately, that she was getting to do it
as someone else. It gave her an anonymous sense of freedom, freedom to be as
nasty as she wanted to be. She wasn't Brianna anymore, she was Joyce, about
to suck her daddy's cock. That thought sent a shiver through her. Besides,
she told herself, hesitating only slightly as her face neared his crotch, he
won't even remember it tomorrow.
  Breathless with fear and excitement, Brianna puckered her lips and leaned
the rest of the way forward. Her lips touched his soft, fat penis. It felt
warm and silky soft, and smelled of soap, as if he had just washed it before
coming in. She kissed it a few times, then tentatively stuck out her tongue
and licked it. It didn't taste bad at all, so she began licking it all along
the sides, feeling it begin to stir against her tongue. She licked up to the
tip, wanting to touch the head, remembering what Billy's had looked like. But
Grandpa's was different, the skin was smooth right up to the end. It was only
then that she realized he was uncircumcised. Somehow that excited her even
more.
  She opened her mouth and took his growing organ in, giving it a gentle
suck. As it continued to get longer and thicker, she felt the head pop out of
its foreskin hood, and she heard Grandpa moan as she explored the contours of
it with her tongue. She felt his hand grope under her chest, finding her
hanging titty and squeezing it through her shirt. She sucked the bulging head
in and out of her mouth as his cock grew fully erect. She took the thick
shaft in her hand, wrapping her slender fingers around it. It was at least as
big as Billy's, she mused, sliding the smooth skin back and forth over the
rigid bone. And the smooth, plumlike head felt enormous, filling her mouth.
  Grandpa was moaning quite loudly now, rocking his hips on the bed and
playing with her dangling tit. Brianna was afraid he was going to wake
Grandma or Billy. She remembered moaning herself just moments ago, but surely
she hadn't been this noisy. Suddenly, his entire body went rigid, and Brianna
lost all thoughts of anything else as she felt his big cock spasm. Then hot
liquid shot out into her mouth, instantly coating her tongue.
  She was caught by surprise. She hadn't even thought about what she would do
when he came. She certainly hadn't intended for him to go in her mouth. But
surprisingly, she found that she liked it. The taste was slightly salty, but
not unpleasant at all. And she enjoyed the hot slippery feel of it as it shot
out of the little slit in the fat, rubbery head. She gripped the shaft
tightly in her hand, feeling it pulse and twitch as spurt after spurt of
gooey semen filled her mouth. She was forced to swallow as the come
threatened to overflow.
  When it had finally stopped, and she had swallowed every bit of it, she
licked the residue off of his rapidly deflating penis. She let out a little
giggle as the shrinking head pulled back into its sheath of foreskin, like a
turtle into its shell. She smacked her lips, wishing it had lasted longer.
  Grandpa sighed and kissed the top of her head, resting his head on hers for
a moment, then stood up, pulling his spent penis back through the flap in his
pajamas. He pulled her gently to her feet and hugged her briefly. "I'd better
get back, before your grandmother misses me," he whispered. Then he turned
the covers down on the bed and guided her into it. He covered her up and
tenderly kissed her on the forehead. "Good night, my love," he whispered.
  "'Night," Brianna murmurred, somewhat dazed by what had just happened. She
was suddenly very sleepy. Things were already growing fuzzy in her mind. She
watched him slip out the door, quietly closing it behind him. Her heavy
eyelids closed. It already seemed as if she had dreamed the whole thing, and
she might even believe that if she didn't have the taste of his come
lingering in her mouth. It was just before she drifted off to sleep that it
suddenly occured to her that he had said 'your grandmother,' instead of 'your
mother,' as he should have had he really thought that she was his daughter.

*    *    *    *    *

CHAPTER 13 : Sunday

Gayla awoke with the alarm Sunday morning. She reached out and cut off its annoying buzz. Madeline, snuggled against Gayla's back with one arm draped over and her hand cluthing one of Gayla's heavy breasts, groaned at the intrusion to her sleep. Bill, as usual, snored on obliviously, stretched out behind Maddie, taking up more than half of the bed.
Gayla rolled over to face Madeline. "Good morning," she called in a soft, sing-song voice.
"Mmmm...What time is it?" Madeline mumbled, squinting in the morning light.
"It's 8:30" Gayla answered.
"Oh, God, Gay," Maddie groaned again, nuzzling her face into Gayla's neck. "Let's go back to sleep."
"Uh-uh, sleepyhead," Gayla said, rolling over on top of Maddie. "The kids are coming home. And besides, you've got to go back to work today."
"But that's not for hours yet," Maddie protested.
  "Yes, I know," Gayla grinned, kissing her on the lips then sliding down to
suck on her pert little titties.
  Maddie moaned, twining her fingers in Gayla's short, curly auburn hair,
pushing her downwards, towards her pussy, even though it was slightly sore.
In fact, her entire body was stiff and sore. Yesterday had been quite a
workout. They'd spent the entire day having sex. They'd watch Gayla's tape
until they got so horny that they had to stop and fuck, then go back to the
tape again. Their only break had been a ravenously devoured supper at about
8, after which they'd fucked and sucked well into the night. She must have
had 20 orgasms yesterday. With the exception of Bill's robe, which she'd worn
for about 5 minutes yesterday morning, she hadn't had a stitch of clothing on
since Friday night.
  She'd had more sex in the last few days than she'd had in the last year
combined. Not only had she gotten to make love with Gayla, who she'd had a
secret crush on for years, and Gayla's husband Bill, who had the most
beautiful cock she'd ever seen and knew just how to use it, but also their
young son Billy, who she'd seduced, not only with Gayla's consent, but at
Gayla's instruction.
  They hadn't told Bill about Maddie and Billy, mainly because Gayla didn't
want to have to explain how she'd 'accidently' sucked her son's cock. A
thrill went through Madeline again at that thought, and she pushed Gayla's
face into her pussy, gasping as Gayla's hot tongue found her clit. It made
her incredibly hot, picturing her beautiful friend down on her knees in
front of her 14 year old son, his stiff young cock buried in her throat. She
hadn't told Gay that Billy had called her mommy when she'd fucked him. She
also hadn't told her about letting Billy look through her bedroom windows.
  A rather wicked idea came to her suddenly. Maybe she'd get Gayla up to her
bedroom one of these nights when she knew Billy was home and let him watch
her make love with his mother. Yes, she thought with a lascivious thrill,
I'll definitely do that. Maybe I can even get them both into bed at the same
time. Just the thought of it drove her wild with lust. "Gay," she whispered
hoarsely, "let me eat your pussy while you're eating mine."
  Gayla readily complied, turning her body around to straddle Maddie's face
in a 69 position, all the while never missing a lick on the stiff little
clitty quivering against her tongue. She moaned into Maddie's pussy as
Madeline attacked Gayla's own engorged clit. She pushed two fingers into
Maddie's sopping vagina and began pumping them in and out as her tongue
fluttered all over her clit. In no time, Madeline was coming, bucking her
hips and whimpering. Then she went after Gayla's clit with renewed vigor, and
soon had her quaking in orgasm also.
  Afterwards, they lay in each other's arms, tenderly kissing and caressing
each other. They were interrupted when Bill let out a loud snore and rolled
over onto his side, facing away from them. They looked at each other,
giggling.
  "God, you weren't kidding all this time about him being a heavy sleeper,"
Madeline marveled. "He never even stirred."
  "It'd take more than a couple of girls' orgasms to wake him after the
workout we gave him yesterday," Gayla laughed, lifting the sheet to reveal
Bill's red-striped bare buttocks.
  "Should we give him one of your famous wake-ups?" Madeline joked.
  "No, let's let the poor boy sleep," Gayla replied, re-covering him with the
sheet. "Let's you and I go take a long, hot bubblebath together, shall we?"
  Madeline stretched her aching muscles. "Mmm...sounds delicious."
  They rose from the bed and walked naked towards the bathroom, holding hands.

*    *    *    *    *

  Brianna and Billy left their grandparents house around 10:30. Brianna drove
down the nearly deserted highway, musing on what had happened last night.
Now, in the light of day, it seemed even less real, more dream-like. She
couldn't believe she'd actually had oral sex with her grandfather. He hadn't
shown any signs of remembering it this morning. But as they were leaving,
when Grandma and Grandpa had walked them out to the car, she'd thought that
he'd given her a secret wink. But she couldn't be sure. Maybe it was just the
sunlight in his eyes. One thing she had become convinced of, though, was that
he'd had an affair with Aunt Joyce, his daughter, and that was why Aunt Joyce
never went to see them.
  Remembering Grandpa's slip of the tongue, she couldn't be sure whether he'd
actually believed that she was Aunt Joyce or not. But even now, remembering
the feel of his hard cock throbbing and pulsing as the hot semen squirted out
into her mouth was giving her a distracting tingling between her legs. She
kept squirming in the car seat, squeezing her thighs together, like trying to
relieve an itch that she couldn't scratch.
  She had dressed this morning in an uncharactistically short, tight black
mini-skirt, topped by a red and white horizontally striped tank top that was
actually about a size too small. Her tanned, muscular legs were bare all the
way down to her sandals. She'd picked up these clothes at the flea market
yesterday with Grandma. This was the most revealing thing she'd worn since
she'd developed breasts at age 13. She was aware that Billy kept stealing
surreptitious glances at her, making her pussy itch even more. Her nipples
were straining against the thin material stretched tightly across her ample
breasts, standing out proudly even though she was wearing a bra.
  "How long are you going to stay mad at me?" Billy blurted out suddenly.
  "What?" Startled out of her licentious thoughts, Brianna turned her head to
him. "What are you talking about? I'm not mad at you."
  Billy stared down at his hands, fidgeting nervously in his lap. "Well
you've hardly even talked to me since...the other morning," he finished
quietly.
  Brianna flushed anew. He meant since she had jerked him off in the
bathroom. "I'm not mad about it, silly," she said with a forced levity,
reaching out to tousle his curly black hair. When he looked up at her with
his big dark eyes, she smiled at him and added, "I've just had a lot on my
mind, that's all."
  "You sure seemed mad," he mumbled. She'd turned her eyes back to the road,
but her fingers remained, playing with his hair.
  "Yeah, well," she laughed, pulling her hand away finally, "I guess I was at
first. But just because you kept getting the upper hand on me."
  "Hand?" Billy asked with mischievous giggle. Brianna glanced at him with
mock sterness, but his laughter was infectious, and soon they were both
giggling uncontrollably, joking and teasing each other.
  They had been on the road about an hour and a half when Billy said, "Brie,
I've gotta go."
  "Go where?"
  "To the bathroom," he answered, squirming uncomfortably in his seat. "I've
gotta pee."
  "Can't you hold it? We'll be home in half an hour and there's nowhere to
stop."
  "I've been holding it," he whined. "Just pull off on a side road, please?"
  "Okay, okay," she laughed. She turned down the next dirt road they came to
and drove down it about a half a mile until she came to a field surrounded by
a row of trees.
  Billy jumped out before the car had fully stopped and hurried behind the
trees, unzipping his pants on the way. Reaching the other side, he whipped
out his dick and let go, sighing with relief. He was startled by footsteps
behind him, but there was no way he could stop now. Brianna walked up a few
feet to his left and stood looking down at his arcing stream. His first
thought was to hide his dick, but there was really nothing he could do at the
moment. Shrugging to himself mentally, he just ignored her, trying to
maintain as much dignity as he could. She's already seen it anyway, he
thought.
  As he was getting down to the last few squirts, he caught a movement from
Brianna out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head, he was shocked to see
that she'd pulled her tight black skirt up around her waist, revealing her
dainty little panties, white with tiny pink roses on them. He watched through
wide eyes as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pulled
them down to her knees, squatting in the same motion. He had a perfect view.
The dark bushy triangle of hair, and the fat little brown lips of her pussy,
parting slightly as she squatted and spread her legs, stretching the panties
thin between her knees.
  He gasped as a thin trickle of urine began to escape from between the
parted lips, quickly gaining momentum until it was a thick, hissing golden
stream, glinting in the sunlight before disappearing into the thick green
grass. His eyes darted up to her face. She was staring directly at him.
Billy's heart gave a lurch. She knew he was watching her pee, and she didn't
care! His eyes were drawn back down to her pissing cunt. It seemed to go on
and on forever, mesmerizing him, but finally the flow slowed down,
diminishing until it finally ended in the trickle with which it began.
  He lifted his eyes back to hers as the last few clinging drops fell from
her dangling pussy lips. But she wasn't looking at his face anymore. She was
looking at his dick. It wasn't until then that he realized that he had a full
blown hard-on and had been unconsciously stroking it with his hand. He
stopped moving his hand back and forth, but couldn't seem to let go of his
suddenly throbbing dick. He squeezed it tightly in his fist, not trying to
hide it from her in any way.
  Finally, Brianna tore her gaze away from his bulging prick. She looked down
and lifted her purse, which was hanging at her side, the strap going up
diagonally across her chest, between her tits to cross over her opposite
shoulder. She rummaged in her purse unhurriedly, acutely aware of his eyes on
her, almost as if they were physically caressing her. Still digging and
without lifting her eyes from the contents of her purse, she asked, "Billy,
do you have a tissue?"
  It didn't register that she'd spoken until she looked up at him
questioningly. "H-huh?" he stammered, pulling his eyes off of her damp pussy.
  "A Kleenex?" she asked with slightly amused exasperation.
  Billy patted his pockets dumbly, as if one might have majically appeared in
one of them. He shook his head.
  "Well I need something to wipe with," she told him.
  Billy shrugged apologetically. He saw her brow knit into a slight frown and
her eyes looked around, as if searching for something that would do the job.
He was about to volunteer to go back to the car and try to find her
something, when she rose from her crouch. Her stretchy skirt was so tight
that it remained in a bunch around her waist. He watched in amazement as she
bent over to pull her panties the rest of the way down, then carefully pulled
one sandaled foot out of them and then the other. She stood again and,
squatting slightly, spread her legs apart, patting her pussy dry with the
cute little panties.
  Billy was breathless at the sight of his 17 year old sister, who'd always
been almost painfully shy, standing casually right out here in the open on
the edge of a field, completely naked from the waist down. The bushy hair of
her muff seemed to glow with the bright sunlight shining down through it,
bringing out the reddish highlights in the dark brown triangle. It reminded
him of seeing Mom's dark red bush a few days ago, except Mom's had been
hairier and Brianna's was framed by the sexy white triangle of her tan line.
He was snapped out of his reverie when she spoke again.
  "Don't you wipe after you go pee?" she asked.
  "Guys don't wipe," he snorted derisively.
  "No? What do they do then?" she asked, eyebrows raised quizzically.
  "They just give it a shake and stuff it back in their pants," he replied
loftily.
  "Well I didn't see you shake it," she retorted. Then, looking down at his
rigid penis sticking out through his zipper, she added with a giggle, "And I
don't think you're going to be able to stuff that back into your pants very
easily."
  Billy flushed with mild embarrassment, looking down at his massive boner,
but he made no move to hide it from her eyes. He looked back up when she
spoke again.
  "There's nothing wrong with wiping. In fact, it feels pretty good. Here,
let me show you," she said, walking up to him. Reaching out, she rubbed her
panties right over the engorged head of his cock. "Doesn't that feel better?"
she whispered.
  Billy groaned, his dick giving a lurch as she wrapped the soft feminine
garment around it and began slowly stroking it, looking directly into his
eyes. He brought his hand up to cup her breast through the tight shirt,
squeezing it gently and pinching her erect nipple. As she rubbed her panties
up and down his cock, he slowly slid his hand down from her chest, over her
flat belly and past the bunched skirt, to touch the naked flesh below with
his fingertips. He watched her face intently, alert for any sign that he was
going too far, praying silently to himself that that sign wouldn't come.
  She made no move to halt his wandering fingers, merely staring into his
eyes with a look of breathless anticipation on her face. And then his fingers
were brushing her muff, sliding through the dense, fluffy tangle of soft,
curly pubic hairs. He held his breath, sliding his hand lower, and suddenly
his fingertips were touching the soft, delicate pussylips. She shuddered,
sucking in a deep, ragged breath, but did nothing to stop him, just continued
sliding her panties over his rock-hard cock.
  He ran his finger gently along the wet seam, coating it in the slick juices
he found seeping from the tight little vaginal opening. Her eyes closed and
her mouth opened in a mild gasp of pleasure as his slippery fingertip found
her erect clitty, tracing tiny circles over the tip of the sensitive little
nub. Her parted lips looked so inviting, he couldn't stop himself from
leaning in to cover her mouth with his. After a brief moment of surprise, she
returned his kiss with passion, leaning her body into his and opening her
mouth to allow entry to his questing tongue.
  Billy frenched his sister deeply, his fingers probing her pussy, searching
for her hot little hole. Just as he found it and was about to plunge his
finger into her, she grabbed his wrist and held it back. His heart sank,
thinking that she was going to call a halt as she pulled her mouth from his,
gasping for breath. But she didn't move away, merely put her lips next to his
ear and whispered hotly, "Be careful, Billy. I'm still a virgin. You can put
your finger in, but just a little way, okay?"
  Billy nodded, his smooth cheek rubbing against hers, and asked hoarsely,
"Can I look at it?"
  Brianna hesitated, looking over her shoulder. "Come here," she said and
walked a few steps backward, pulling him after her by the wrist and the cock.
She put her back against the trunk of a tree, thrusting her pelvis forward
and spreading her legs apart. She released her hold on his penis, leaving her
panties dangling from the stiff member, and pushed downward on his shoulder,
urging him to his knees in front of her.
  Billy sank down until his face was mere inches away from her hairy pussy.
She took her hand from his shoulder and rubbed her slick brown cuntlips a few
times, then spread them apart with two fingers, revealing the delicate pink
inside, glistening with wetness. Taking his index finger, she guided it to
her waiting pussy. He stared raptly, wide-eyed and barely breathing, as she
slowly inserted the tip of his finger. She pushed it in just past the first
knuckle then stopped, less than an inch of his finger inside her. It was
tight and wet, and very hot.
  He looked at her purple headed clit, standing out stiffly and quivering as
she fucked herself with his fingertip in tiny little strokes. He snuck a look
up at her. Her head was down, face shaded by the veil of her thick brown hair
hanging down around it. All he could see was her mouth, her lower lip bit
between her even white teeth. Looking back down, he stuck out his tongue and
flicked it over her swollen clit, causing her to jump. He glanced back up and
saw her looking down at him, surprise on her face. For a moment, he thought
that he shouldn't have done it, but then she smiled suddenly, and, releasing
his hand, grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face back into her crotch.
  He began licking her pussy with ardent fervor, running his tongue over the
slick lips and erect clit. He wiggled his finger gently in her pussy, careful
not to go any deeper than she had. He could hear her making little mewling
noises, and her hips were beginning to buck against his face. Then he sucked
her throbbing clit between his teeth and she gave a more violent thrust of
the hips, causing his finger to slip out of her cunt. He made to slip it back
in, but it was like trying to hit a moving target and he missed, touching her
puckered little butthole instead. She immediately stiffened, sucking in her
breath, and pulled his hair hard, pushing her cunt forcefully against his
mouth.
  Billy took the hint and began tickling her little rosebud anus with his
pussy-slick fingertip, sucking hard on her clit as he rubbed the tip of his
tongue back and forth over it. She came just as he slid his finger into her
tight asshole, crying out as her body quaked in orgasm. She reached behind
her, under her ass, catching his hand and shoving his finger deeply up her
asshole. He was surprised, but eagerly fingerfucked her tight bunghole as he
lapped up the juices flowing from her coming virgin pussy.
  Finally she released him, relaxing back against the tree trunk with a
heaving sigh. As he was slowly withdrawing his finger from her clasping
asshole, she said, "You can do it to me back there if you want."
  Billy looked up at her in shock. "Do it....? You mean in your butt?" he
asked incredulously.
  Brianna flushed in embarrassment, but she didn't move away from him or
withdraw her offer. "Would you want to?" she asked, looking him boldly in the
eye.
  Billy couldn't believe his ears. He'd been secretly hoping that she would
suck him like he'd just done for her, or at least jerk him off like she'd
done the other morning at home. But to fuck her in the ass? "Hell yes!" he
blurted, scrambling to his feet. He jumped up so fast that Brianna's panties
flipped off his bobbing prick, flying up in the air and hitting her in the
chest.
  Brianna caught the panties, giggling at his eagerness. She handed them back
to him and reached for his belt. When she had it unbuckled, she unbuttoned
his pants and pushed them down, letting them fall to his ankles. She smiled
at the sight of his penis standing out stiffly from the flap in his
underwear, deciding that she liked the look and would leave them. But she did
want to be able to see his balls, so, going down on her knees, she slipped
her fingers through the flap, pulling it open wider and reaching in for his
tightly crinkled ball sack.
  Looking up at him, seeing the lust in his expression, she tickled the fuzzy
nuts with her painted fingernails, then leaned forward and put his throbbing
cockhead into her mouth, keeping her eyes on his. As she sucked him, enjoying
the feel of the ridges and contours of his cock rubbing against her tongue,
he leaned to the side and forward, reaching down to grab her titty. She
smiled around his cock. That's exactly what Grandpa had done last night when
she was sucking him. She wondered if all guys wanted to feel you up when you
sucked them, or if it was a particular trait of the men in the Ward family.
She wondered if Daddy would grab her titty if she was sucking him. She had
never thought of Daddy in that way, but if Aunt Joyce could make love with
Grandpa....It gave her an added thrill just thinking about it.
  Releasing her liplock on her brother's penis, she lifted the strap of her
purse over her head and laid it in the grass next to her. Then she slipped
the thin straps of her tank top off her shoulders and pulled her arms out,
pushing the tight top down to her waist, bunching it up with her skirt. Billy
sank down to his knees also and played with her tits through the overfilled
cups of her bra as she reached up to snag the strap behind her back. She
unhooked the bra and it came loose in Billy's hands, spilling her bountiful
breasts out into the open. They felt wonderful, escaped from the confinement
of her bra. She'd been wearing a 38C for a while now, and it had become
uncomfortably snug. She knew that soon she was going to have to go to a
D-cup.
  Billy leaned his head down and began sucking her big brown nipples,
alternating between them until he had them both standing out in the bright
sunshine, shining with his saliva. He pushed her heavy breasts together and
licked both erect nipples at the same time. Brianna sighed with pleasure and
hugged his head to her breasts, then pushed him back. Giving him a sly look,
she picked up her purse and stuck her hand in it. Glancing down as she
quickly rummaged through its contents, she came out with a tube of KY jelly.
She had bought it yesterday also, remembering what Lauren Gregory had told
her about a girl being prepared. She grinned at Billy as she unscrewed the
top.
  Trembling with excitement, Billy thrust his cock out for her, shuddering
when she squeezed a big glob of the cool gel onto the head of his dick. A low
groan escaped his throat as she spread the slippery stuff all over his bone,
wrapping her hand around it and stroking it from base to tip. Then she took
her hand away, and, sticking her butt out, smeared the excess between the
cheeks of her ass.
  "Stick out your finger," she instructed him, looking into his shining dark
eyes. He held out his right index finger and she squeezed a dollop of
lubricant onto it, then put the cap back on the tube and dropped it back into
her purse. Standing up, she turned her back on him, facing the tree. She
planted her feet wide apart and bent over, leaning into the tree trunk.
Wiggling her butt in front of her brother's face, she looked back at him
expectantly.
  Billy stared at Brianna's crinkled butthole, nestled in the crack between
the rounded cheeks of her ass, her petal-like pussylips standing out just
below. Realizing what the lube on his finger was for, he brought it up and
wiped the globule across the puckered little ring, then placed his slick
fingertip at the opening and slowly pushed it in. Brianna sighed with
pleasure and licked her finger, bringing it down between her legs and began
slowly stroking her tingling clit. Billy watched her playing with herself as
he gently slid his finger in and out, working the lube into her rectum.
  "Now, Billy," Brianna commanded throatily. "Poke your dick in." She felt
gloriously slutty, being out here naked where anybody could come along and
discover them at any time, and her 14 year old little brother prepared to
fuck her in the ass. She felt him scramble into position behind her, his
hands spreading her ass cheeks. Then she felt the fat, hot head of his hard
penis prodding in between, coming right up against her waiting asshole.
  As she leaned back and Billy leaned forward, his bloated cockhead slowly
pushed its way through her yielding sphincter. With her recent orgasm, she
was completely relaxed and ready, yet she was still unprepared. It felt much
bigger going in than anything that had ever come out. She squeezed her eyes
shut and concentrated on the mingling sensations of pain and pleasure as her
straining butthole was stretched even wider as the shaft of flesh slowly slid
inside, inch by inch all the way to the thick base.
  She was dimly aware of Billy groaning, holding her by the hips, then his
cock was sliding back out. It felt like she was pooping, and for a panicked
moment, she thought she actually was. She'd had a good poop at her
grandparents this morning, and up till now hadn't been worried about it. But
as she looked back, all she could see was his shiny penis, and reaching
between her legs, she fingered the slippery cock as it withdrew, realizing
that there was no poop coming out. Then it was pushing back in and she
relaxed again and enjoyed the sensation. Moving her fingers back to her
pussy, she rubbed the KY that had come from his cock onto her stiff clitty.
  "Do you like it, Billy?" she asked in a harsh whisper, looking up at him
over her shoulder. "Do you like fucking Big Sis in the ass?"
  Billy looked back at her through wide eyes. He'd seldom even heard her
cuss. Somehow her dirty talk was even more of a shock than her actions. It
turned him on even more to hear Little Miss Prim-and-Proper talking so nasty.
  Brianna could see in his eyes that he was liking it, and she was getting
hotter than she'd ever been in her life. All of a sudden, she felt like a
total slut, and she loved it! "Tell me how my asshole feels," she growled.
"Tell me how your cock likes it."
  Billy shuddered. "It's tight, Brie," he groaned. "It's tight and so fuckin'
hot."
  "Do it faster, Billy," she commanded. "Fuck my ass harder! Oooh yes, fuck
me! Yesss!" She rubbed her pussy furiously as Billy's hard cock slammed
faster and faster into her and his hands reached around her, groping for her
boobs. "Ooh yes, Billy! Play with my titties! Pinch my nipples! Pinch 'em
hard! Ungh.... Unnngh.... Unnnnnngh!" As Billy's thumbnails dug into her
sensitive nipples and his driving cock reamed her clenching asshole, Brianna
reached an intense climax, continuing to frig her clit until the tidal wave
of passion had washed over her.
  She could tell that Billy was going to come any second now. "Billy," she
gasped, "I want you to come in my mouth!"
  "H-huh," Billy stammered, concentrating on his own approaching orgasm.
  "Tell me when you're gonna come," she repeated, still being rocked by his
thrusting pelvis slapping into her ass. "I want to taste your come."
  Billy couldn't hold out any longer. "NOW!" he screamed, pulling his
spasming joint out of her asshole.
  Brianna quickly spun around, going back to her knees and grabbing
frantically for his twitching prick. Opening her mouth wide, she engulfed the
spurting cock, just missing the first squirt of thick white come, which shot
across her face, landing on her tanned cheek and into her hair. She ignored
the taste of the KY, and whatever else might be on his dick, and sucked hard,
pumping the shaft with both hands as the hot semen filled her mouth. She was
breathing so hard it was hard to swallow, but she finally got all of the
thick come down her throat as his penis lost its rigidity, slipping away from
her as Billy sank to his knees, then fell back on the grass, stretching out
flat on his back and gasping for air.
  She leaned back against the tree, squatting to keep her bare ass out of the
grass, allowing her breathing to return to normal as she idly wiped the come
off her cheek with a finger, putting it into her mouth to suck the come off.
She looked down at her brother, smiling at the sight of him, lying there with
his jeans down around his ankles, limp cock and balls hanging out of the flap
in his underpants. His T-shirt was soaked in sweat under the arms and down
the chest, and he had one arm up shielding his eyes from the bright sunshine.
He looked like he might have fallen asleep.
  Brianna found her panties in the grass. Billy must have dropped them in the
throes of passion. She reached out and picked them up, using them to wipe the
sweat from her own face and underarms, then tried wiping the come from her
hair as best as she could. Lastly, she used them to wipe her ass with, trying
to get rid of most of the drying lubricant. She got up and searched out her
bra, finding it lying a few feet away. She couldn't remember which one of
them had flung it. As she passed Billy, she nudged him with her foot. "You'd
better get up," she warned. "You're gonna sunburn your thing."
  Billy groaned and sat up. Seeing Brianna getting dressed, he slowly stood
up and pulled his dick back into his shorts. Then he brushed the grass off of
his butt and pulled up his pants, watching Brie adjust her big tits in her
white bra. She saw him watching her, and grinned as she pulled the too-small
tank top back into place. Then she came back over, pulling the hem of her
skirt back down to cover her luxurient muff. Billy noted that she hadn't put
her panties back on. She stuffed them into her purse as she slipped its strap
back over her head and shoulder.
  Taking Billy by the shoulders, she spun him around and brushed the grass
off of his back and out of his curly black hair. "Not bad for your first
time," she teased.
  "What makes you think it was my first time?" Billy retorted.
  "Well, wasn't it?" she asked.
  "First time for that, maybe, but not my first time."
  "Oh, yeah?" Brianna scoffed, finishing with her cleanup. "Who have you ever
done anything with? Some junior high girl?"
  Billy turned to face her, stung by her teasing. Did she still think he was
just a little kid, even after what they'd just done? "Madeline James," he
said, drawing himself up indignantly.
  "Yeah, right," Brianna snorted with laughter. Then noticing his expression,
she asked disbelievingly, "Madeline James our neighbor?" At his nod, she
shook her head. "Bull," she said, the laughter fading from her voice.
  "Did so," Billy argued. "Friday, after I helped her move her furniture."
  Jealousy flamed in Brianna as she began to believe him. "You did it with
that bitch?" she asked hotly.
  "Damn sure did," Billy continued, missing the dangerous turn her mood had
taken. "I helped her change her bedroom around, and then she gave me a blow
job, then she asked me if I wanted to fuck and I said..." SMACK! He was
interrupted by a slap across the face.
  Brianna hadn't meant to hit him. But a jealous rage filled her and her hand
had just shot out of its own volition. Tears sprang to her eyes as Billy
stood there gaping at her in shock, his jaw hanging open. Before she could
stop herself, she slapped him again for not even knowing why she had slapped
him in the first place.
  Billy rubbed his stinging cheek as Brianna sobbed and rushed past him,
headed for the car. He turned and followed after her dumbly. What the hell
had he done now? "Brie?" he called after her, but she ignored him and jumped
into the car. Billy had to rush to make it into the car before she sped off.
  She wouldn't speak to him the rest of the way home, so he finally gave up
and finished the trip in sullen silence, still bewildered as to why she had
gotten so mad at him.

*    *    *    *    *

CHAPTER 14 : Still Sunday

  "Damn!" Billy slammed the binoculars down on his desk. He'd been waiting
all evening for Madeline James to get home, hoping for a show. She had
arrived a short while ago, and Billy had been waiting with the binoculars to
his eyes and his cock in his hand when she came into her bedroom, directly
opposite his. She had undressed for him, getting completely naked right in
front of the windows. But she looked tired, and simply crawled into bed nude
and gave a little wave his way before switching off the light.
  A week ago, that would have been enough to have him sqirting already, but
with the experiences he'd had recently, it merely succeeded in giving him a
major league hard-on. And he wasn't satisfied just whacking off anymore, not
without at least seeing something sexy. He gave his throbbing bone a squeeze,
sighing in frustration. Maybe he should sneak into Brianna's room, see if he
could make up with her.
  She hadn't spoken one word to him since they'd returned home, ignoring him
as if he didn't exist. In fact, she'd only glanced at him once, during
dinner, but her eyes were like daggers, glaring at him. He was still baffled
as to the reason. She'd gone crazy when he told her that he'd fucked
Madeline. The thought occured to him that maybe if he told her he'd been
lying, that he'd made the whole thing up, he might get back into her good
graces. It's worth a shot, he thought, giving his dick another squeeze.
  He pulled his pajamas back up, his hard-on making a tent in the front. He
grabbed his little penlight that he kept in his desk drawer and crept out
into the hallway. Shining the light on Brianna's door, he hesitated. He'd
better make sure that Mom and Dad were asleep first. So he went down the hall
in the other direction, creeping up to their door. Putting his ear next to
the wood, he couldn't hear anything, but just to make sure, he decided to
sneak into their bathroom and have a peek into their bedroom, as he'd done
once before.
  So he retreated to the bathroom door, slipping through quietly and
tiptoeing to the open door that connected to the bedroom. In the faint
moonlight coming in through the windows, he could just make out the sleeping
forms on the bed, and he could see that Mom, on the near side, was only
partially covered. Taking a chance, he flashed the penlight into the room,
just one brief flick of the switch. What he saw in the flash of light made
his breath catch in his throat.
  Mom was lying on her back, buck naked, not even wearing her customary
baby-doll nightie, which was lying in a heap on the floor beside the bed. Her
right side, nearest to him, was uncovered. Dad was lying on his side, his
back to her. It looked as if he had rolled over, pulling the sheet halfway
off her, exposing one big tit and her bare leg. Before he knew what he was
doing, Billy was standing beside the bed looking down at her.
  Barely allowing himself to breathe and with his pulse throbbing in his
ears, he reached out with trembling fingers and grasped the sheet, lifting it
slowly and folding it back. Then he switched on the penlight again, shielding
it carefully with his hand so it illuminated her lower torso without shining
into her face. He gasped audibly at the sight that met his eyes.
  Mom's naked alabaster skin seemed to glow under the light. She had her head
turned towards Dad. Her left hand rested on his hip, while her right arm was
draped over the pillow, up above her head. Her big breasts fell to the sides,
making big, soft-looking mounds on each side of her chest. Her nipples were
relaxed, fat and pink, the aureolae very pale pink and at least 3 inches
across. They rose and fell slightly with her slow, even breathing. She had
her left leg thrown over, laying across Dad's curled up legs. Her skin was
the same creamy white all the way down, almost translucent in its paleness.
  But what really drew his attention, and elicited his gasp of amazement,
was her bare pussy. The soft little mound was completely hairless, the
protruding pussylips clearly visible between her slightly spread thighs. He
couldn't believe it. He had seen her pussy just a few days ago, standing
above her just as he was now, only then it had been covered by a wild tangle
of thick bush. Now it was shaved smooth, just as Madeline's had been. His
legs suddenly felt weak and he sank to his knees beside the bed.
  It had to be more than a coincidence, that he'd seen both of them with
pubic hair and now they were both shaved. He wondered if they had decided
together to shave themselves, picturing them sitting together, discussing
their pussies. His trembling fingers reached out without his telling them to,
seeming to drift out extremely slowly, until finally he was touching the
gentle swell of her mons. The flesh was warm, and so very, very soft. He
glanced toward her face. She hadn't stirred, still breathing evenly. He
switched off the light anyway, too scared to leave it on. He placed the small
flashlight on the floor and grabbed his crotch, squeezing his throbbing
hard-on through his pajamas, his entire body shaking with fear and
excitement.
  He unbuttoned his pajamas with his left hand, keeping his other in light
contact with her. He struggled to get his bottoms pulled down, scarcely
breathing in fear that she was going to wake any moment, yet unable to stop
himself. Finally he worked his raging bone free, his loose pajamas falling to
his knees. He grasped his aching prick and slowly began inching his other
hand further between his mother's legs, just as he had done to his sister
earlier in the day. He finally stopped when his fingers rested along the
length of her plump vulva, his palm covering her hairless mound.
  Shivering all over, he gritted his teeth to keep them from chattering and
ever so slowly peeled the delicate cuntlips apart with his first and third
fingers, his middle finger finding the crevice in between. He bent his finger
and placed the tip at the opening of her vagina, probing gently. It felt hot
and moist, but wasn't slippery so his finger didn't go in. He withdrew his
hand carefully, bringing it up to his mouth. He put his middle finger into
his mouth, disappointed that he couldn't taste her pussy on it, but he coated
the digit with his saliva and moved it back to her crotch.
  Squeezing his cock hard, he closed his eyes, shuddering with desire as he
slowly pushed his spit-slick finger into his mother's tight pussy. He froze
and opened his eyes wide as he heard her sigh and her body shifted, legs
instinctively opening wider and her head rolling on the pillow, turning her
face into the crook of her raised right arm. Billy fought down the momentary
panic, realizing that she was still asleep. His eyes were adjusting to the
dim moonlight, and he could see her more clearly now. Very cautiously, he
slid his finger deeper into her yielding cunt, watching her face. He could
see her full, parted lips move slightly, as if she were murmurring something
too faintly for him to hear, but she showed no signs of waking.
  Then his attention was drawn to her chest, where her nipple was growing
erect, getting longer and standing up stiffly before him. He couldn't help
but touch it, releasing his cock and reaching out to lightly graze it with
his trembling fingers. It grew even more under his tickling touch, the
aureola puckering as the thick bud grew to a length of at least 3/4 of an
inch. Without thinking, Billy lowered his head to her breast, sucking her big
nipple into his mouth as his hand unconsciously squeezed her heavy tit. He
was dimly aware of her low moans as he sucked and licked the engorged nipple
and his finger continued to explore the depths of her soft pussy.

*    *    *    *    *

  Gayla was dreaming about Madeline. She and Bill, both being tired, had
tossed off a quickie before going to sleep. It hadn't been as satisfying as
their lovemaking normally was, but her mild orgasm was pleasant enough and
prevented her from going to sleep frustrated. As she was drifting off, it had
occurred to her that it was the first sex that she'd had without Maddie since
Bill had brought his friends home to gang-bang her. And now she was dreaming
that Maddie had come into her room and was leaning over her, suckling at her
breast and playing with her pussy. She murmurred Madeline's name, grateful
that Maddie loved her so much that she wouldn't let her go to bed any less
than completely satisfied.
  Moving languidly, she wrapped her arms around Madeline's head, hugging her
face to her bosom. She felt Maddie's finger begin to slowly fuck in and out
of her awakening cunny, causing it to get wet and her clit to poke its head
out of its concealing hood. She moaned and twined her fingers in Maddie's
hair, not noticing how short it was, and slowly pushed the head downward. The
hot tongue licked a wet trail down her belly and over her hairless mound. She
whimpered and pulled her legs open wider as she guided the seeking mouth to
her stiffening clit.
  She moaned out loud, coming more awake as Maddie's tongue found her
tingling clit, pushing it from side to side until it was fully erect. Her
hips began to writhe as the tongue flitted over her clitty and the finger
increased its pace in her creaming cunt. She came fully awake just before her
climax hit, clutching desperately at Maddie's hair as her body quaked in
orgasm. Her pelvis bucked against the sucking mouth as she rode the waves of
pleasure washing over her.
  She pulled Maddie's face up to her own, kissing her deeply as she moved to
lie down next to Gayla on the bed. Their tongues intertwined as Gayla ran her
hands over Madeline's lean, boyish body. She ran a hand down her back and
over the tight, muscular buttocks, then around to the front in search of
Maddie's own pussy. She froze when her fingers closed around an intensely
hard cock.
  Her mind was confused, still foggy with sleep. At first she thought that
Madeline was wearing her strap-on dildo, but no, this was a real live cock in
her hand, rock hard and throbbing with desire. It must have been Bill all
along, she thought, but that wasn't true either. Her leg still pressed
against his body as he lay sleeping at her left. And besides, she knew his
cock like a part of her own body, and this was not his, smaller though still
goodly sized.
  Finally, the mouth hungrily kissing her pulled away as he rolled his body
atop hers. Catching her breath, she peered at the face looming above hers in
the faint moonlight. "Billy," she gasped, eyes widening in shock as she
recognized her 14 year old son.
  His breathing was harsh, chest heaving against her breasts as his weight
came down upon her. He was looking down at her, waiting to see what she would
do. She knew she should stop him, send him away, but she could see the
desperate need in his shining dark eyes, and she couldn't make herself
release her hold on his man-sized erection. For an eternally long moment,
they stared at one another, with Gayla at last looking away, glancing over at
her sleeping husband. Then she looked back into Billy's pleading eyes.
  Billy couldn't breathe as he waited. Her hand slowly stroked his aching
prick as she looked at him with love and understanding. "Be very quiet," she
whispered softly.
  Billy sighed in relief that she wasn't going to send him away. He trembled,
holding onto her as she guided his cock to the mouth of her burning hot
pussy. Her body was so soft, seeming to mold to his. He slowly pushed his
throbbing bone into the slick hot sheath of her pussy, shuddering at the
sensation. It was the most intense pleasure he'd ever felt, almost unbearable.
With Madeline, he'd had to wear a rubber and hadn't gotten the full effect,
and Brie's asshole had been incredibly tight, but those were nothing compared
to Mom's silky vagina. He was so worked up that his body convulsed in orgasm
before his cock was fully inside her. He buried his face into her neck,
muffling his passionate moans as he pushed his spurting dick in to the hilt.
  Gayla held him tightly, wrapping her arms and legs around his shuddering
form as his spasming cock pumped hot come deep inside her vagina. She stroked
his hair lovingly, planting little kisses on his neck and shoulder. When his
orgasm subsided, he lifted his head and covered her mouth with his own,
kissing her deeply as he began to pump his still hard cock slowly in and out
of her. Her cunny, still sensitive from her recent orgasm and now slippery
with his semen as well as her own juices, responded to his thrusting cock,
clenching at it hungrily with its velvet walls.
  Gayla was lost in glorious ecstasy, holding her darling boy between her
thighs, her hands clutching at his back, breathing his breath as his budding
manhood filled her yearning pussy, again and again. Soon her hips were
rocking back against him, and she could feel the beginnings of an intense
climax coming on. It was then that she heard Bill groan and sensed him
rolling over onto his back.

*    *    *    *    *

  Brianna tossed and turned in her bed. Here it was after midnight and she
still couldn't sleep, thinking about what had happened with Billy earlier in
the day. She didn't know why she had gotten so angry with him. As she lay in
bed, her anger had worn off and all she could think of was the feel of his
hard penis sliding into her ass and his hot come spurting into her mouth. She
had been touching herself under the covers, and had just about decided to go
to Billy's room to apologize to him when she caught a flash of light out of
the corner of her eye.
  Looking over, she saw an unsteady light coming in through the crack at the
bottom of the door, which then swung away. Curious, she threw off the
bedclothes and crossed to the door, opening it a crack and peeking out. She
saw Billy, holding a little flashlight. In the reflected light, she could see
that he had an erection, the front of his pajamas were standing out like a
pup tent, sending a tingling thrill up her spine. He stood there a moment, as
if thinking, then headed down the hall towards the back stairs, leaving her
sight.
  What the heck is he doing, she wondered. Maybe he was raiding the
refrigerator. She stood watching for a few minutes, but he didn't come back.
Deciding to find out what he was up to, she crept out and down the hall. She
went down the stairs into the kitchen, but he wasn't there. Searching the
entire downstairs, she found no sign of him. Surely he hadn't gone out,
dressed only in his pajama bottoms. Then, remembering how his penis had been
erect, she thought he might have snuck over to Madeline James' house. Her
anger from earlier returned and she went to the kitchen window, looking over
at Madeline's house. There were no lights on over there, the house was
completely dark. That didn't mean that he wasn't over there right now,
though, she fumed.
  She went back up the stairs, cursing Billy in her mind. As she was walking
past her parents' bathroom, she noticed that the door was ajar. She paused.
The room was dark, but that was the only other place in the house that he
could have gone. She stuck her head in, but Billy wasn't there. That little
bastard, she thought, he is over with that bitch. She was just about to
retreat to her room when a moan from the bedroom stopped her in her tracks.
  Mama and Daddy must be making love! Billy and Madeline James were
temporarily forgotten as she crept into the room, unable to resist a peek.
Suddenly trembling with excited anticipation, she snuck up to the open door
and peered around the jamb with one eye. After walking around the darkened
house, her eyes were perfectly adjusted to the dim light, and what she saw in
her parents' bedroom took her breath away. Mama was lying on her back,
completely naked, and Billy was leaning over her, his head buried between her
spread thighs.
  Brianna bit her knuckle to keep from gasping as she watched Mama writhing
on the bed, moaning softly as Billy licked her pussy. Brianna's hand
unconsciously went to her own pussy, pressing to it hard through her
sleepshirt and panties. She leaned against the wall, feeling weak at the
knees as Mama's moans became more intense and she clutched at Billy's hair.
She could tell that Mama was coming. She rubbed her dampening crotch, unable
to believe what she was seeing.
  Then Mama pulled Billy's head up to her and they began kissing, deeply and
passionately, like lovers. Just like he had kissed Brianna herself earlier in
the day. Billy moved to lie beside Mama on the bed, kicking out of his
pajamas, which had been down around his knees. It was only then that Brianna
took note of Daddy. He was facing away from Billy and Mama, apparently
sleeping soundly, despite the illicit acts going on in his bed.
  She saw Billy roll atop Mama's body, and heard Mama, gasp his name. She
sounded surprised. They lay still for a long moment, then Mama whispered
something Brianna couldn't hear and Billy lowered himself fully onto her.
Mama wrapped her arms and legs around him. Brianna gaped in fascination. He
was really doing it. His shuddering body and muffled moans left no doubt in
her mind.
  She closed her eyes and pressed her sweating forehead against the cool
wood. Billy was fucking Mama. Grandpa had fucked Aunt Joyce. She wanted to be
fucked. She felt a stinging pain, suddenly realizing that she had worked her
hand into her panties and plunged one finger deeply into her virginal vagina.
But the pain felt good and her pussy was slippery with juices, hungry for
more. She inserted another finger, revelling in the painful pleasure as her
hymen was torn a little more.
  She stroked her fingers in and out a few times before pulling them out and
holding them up to look at them. They glistened wetly, but in the dim light
she couldn't tell if there was any blood. There was still a stinging in her
pussy, but it longed for more, to be filled by more than her fingers. She
hesitated only slightly, looking at the figures on the bed, before walking
silently into the room.
  Moving as quietly as she could, she moved towards the foot of the bed,
keeping her eyes on the wanton pair. She could see Mama's feet, locked
together above Billy's slowly pumping white ass, her arms around his
shoulders. She drifted ghostlike around the bed, coming to Daddy's side and
sinking to her knees next to him. She could just make out his handsome
features, relaxed in sleep as she snaked a hand under the sheet covering his
body. She could feel the mattress rocking gently with Billy's steady strokes.
  Daddy showed no reaction when Brianna's hand touched his knee. She crept
her hand up his pajama-clad thigh, shivering with excitement. Like Billy, he
slept in only the bottoms of his pajamas. Then she found the telltale bulge
at his crotch, his penis lying on his thigh, big even though it was soft. She
cupped his big balls through the thin material, rolling them gently, amazed
at how much bigger they felt than Billy's. She traced her fingertips along
the length of his penis, feeling it stir under her tickling touch.
  Listening to Mama's quiet murmurrings of pleasure, Brianna boldly stuck her
hand through the flap in Daddy's p.j.'s, wrapping her hand around his growing
penis. She pulled his cock out through the slit, marvelling at the size. It
was already as thick as Billy's, and it wasn't even halfway erect yet. She
reached out with her free hand and carefully pulled the sheet down, keeping
an eye on Mama and Billy, but they kept right on screwing obliviously.
Brianna licked her lips in anticipation. She was going to suck her third
generation of Ward cock. And the best one yet, she noted with a thrill as she
stroked his organ toward an enormous hard-on.
  Leaning forward, she stuck out her tongue and flicked it over the bulging
head of Daddy's cock, then again and again, slowly, like she was licking an
ice cream cone. It tasted salty and tangy, and it smelled like come and also
a heady, musky scent that she took to be Mama's pussy. They must have made
love before going to sleep. The thought gave her an enormous thrill as she
opened her mouth wide and engulfed the bulbous head. Daddy groaned in his
sleep and rolled over onto his back as she sucked hard on the big, rubbery
head.

*    *    *    *    *

  Gayla and Billy froze, heads turning fearfully toward their husband and
father. It took a moment for Gayla to realize what she was seeing. A head was
bobbing up and down over Bill's groin, long dark hair hanging down, obscuring
the face. Finally it dawned on her. "Brie?" she whispered, shocked. "What are
you doing?"
  Brianna paused, raising her head. She looked at Mama and answered in the
same whisper, "I'm doing what you're doing." Then her eyes shifted to Billy's
face and she said, "I wanna be fucked, too."
  "I thought you were a virgin," Billy whispered to her.
  "I am," she said. "I want Daddy to be my first." Then, flipping her hair
back defiantly, she lowered her mouth once again to her father's erect prick,
keeping her eyes on them. Billy's eyes widened for a moment at the sight,
then he grinned and began humping his mother with renewed vigor.
  Gayla knew she shouldn't allow this to happen. She wanted to make Brianna
stop, but what could she say in her present position? And her son's driving
cock wouldn't allow her to think, pushing her once again toward the brink of
the orgasm that had been approaching before they were interrupted.
  Suddenly, the bedside lamp clicked on. Bill had finally been awakened. He
sat up on his elbows, blinking in disbelief. His beautiful 17 year-old
daughter glanced up at him, both hands wrapped around his throbbing hard-on,
her mouth ovaled obscenely as she sucked the head. And the bed was being
rocked by his 14 year-old son, his eyes closed tightly, oblivious as he
humped his mother like a jackrabbit.
  "Gay?" Bill croaked, grasping for some explanation that his mind could
comprehend.
  Gayla turned her green eyes to him, heavy-lidded with passion. "I know,"
she said, her voice husky, "I know." She reached out and grasped his wrist
helplessly. If it was going to get stopped, he was going to have to do it.
She was too far gone.
  Bill held her gaze a moment, then her eyes rolled back and a deep moan
escaped from her parted lips. Her fingernails dug into his arm and he knew
that she was coming as her hips bucked wildly up to meet Billy's wild
thrusting. It had turned him on immensely to see his wife being fucked by his
buddies the other day, and he couldn't help but be incredibly turned on
seeing her coming on their son's hammering cock. Then Billy was coming also,
his body wracked by spasms as he grunted and groaned, emptying his balls into
his mother's sloppily wet cunt.
  Panting for breath, Gayla looked back over at her husband, her eyes begging
for forgiveness. But there was no reproach on his face, only a wild look of
lust. Then both of them turned their attention to Brianna, who stood up
beside the bed, drawing the sleepshirt over her head. She looked down at them
and announced, "I want Daddy to fuck me now."
  Brianna was so hot she felt dizzy. Her face felt flushed and her nipples
were standing out like bullets. She drew her panties down, noting that there
was a spot of blood in the crotch from her earlier fingering of herself. She
dropped the soiled panties to the floor and climbed onto the bed, between
Mama and Daddy. At first Daddy just lay there, looking at her, so she reached
over and stroked his massive penis standing straight up out of his pajamas.
"Please, Daddy?" she begged. "Please fuck me?"
  Bill could stand it no longer. He yanked his pajamas off so hard that he
tore the button off and threw them aside, then scrambled to his knees. With
shaking hands he spread his daughter's tanned, firm young thighs and climbed
between them, pausing to look at the glistening lips of her virgin pussy,
nestled in the thick dark bush of pubic hair. It looked so much like Gayla's,
except brown where Gay's was bright pink.
  With a start, he realized that with it's plump brown lips standing open
like the petals of a flower, it also reminded him of his sister. Joyce was
six years older than him, and when they were kids, they'd played naughty
games together, with Joyce showing him her hairy pussy many times,
occasionally even letting him watch her masturbate. Once, she'd even let him
stick his finger inside, grabbing his wrist and frigging herself to orgasm.
He hadn't thought about that in years, and remembering it now just made him
hornier. He grabbed his cock and pointed it toward his daughter's waiting
pussy.
  "Wait!" Gayla said hastily. Bill's head swung around to her, a look of near
panic on his face, afraid that she was going to stop him, and she heard a
little grunt of protest from Brianna. She rolled Billy's lethargic form off
her and reached over to the bedside table, opening the drawer and extracting
her tube of lubricant. She well remembered the difficulty she'd had when Bill
had taken her virginity on their wedding night, nearly 19 years ago. She'd
been only a few months older than Brianna was now. It had felt as if her poor
little cunny was ripped to shreds, and Bill's cock was even bigger now than
it had been then.
  Turning back to her husband and daughter, she unscrewed the cap and
squeezed a goodly amount of the cool gel into her palm. "This will help, I
think," she said, reaching down to spread the slippery stuff over Bill's
hugely erect organ. He shuddered as cool substance made contact, and his cock
twitched violently as her fist glided slickly up and down its length. She
released his pulsing cock and reached between her daughter's legs, wiping the
excess lubricant onto the already slick vagina. As she tenderly stroked her
daughter's pussy, Gayla looked into Brianna's eyes and whispered, "Are you
sure, Honey?"
  "Yes, Mama," Brianna answered quietly, reaching down to cover Gayla's hand
with her own, urging her fingers to slide across the tender nub of her
throbbingly erect clitoris. She sighed with pleasure, then pulled her
mother's hand up to her chest, holding it tightly there between her titties
with both of her own hands. Looking up to her father, she nodded, and said in
a husky voice, "I'm ready, Daddy."
  Bill once again grabbed his stiff cock, moving forward until the blunt head
came into contact with his daughter's hairy vulva. Rubbing the big head up
and down the slit, he pushed forward slightly, just enough to push the thick
brown lips apart. He drew a deep breath, restraining the urge to slam his
bone into her, reminding himself to go slow and easy. He pushed a little
further until the tip was wedged into the entrance to her tight little hole.
  "Go ahead, Daddy," Brianna breathed hotly. "Hurt me!"
  Bill hesitated, a bit taken aback, then leaned forward, pushing his bloated
cockhead into her. His giant purple glans forced its way cruelly through the
virginal defenses of her tender young pussy.
  Brianna gasped in pain as her hymen was completely ruptured, ripped wider
and wider as the big cock invaded her. Tears sprang to her eyes and she
squeezed Mama's hand tighter. Her pussy felt like it was on fire, but she
wanted more. Her thighs clamped around her father's waist, urging him in.
  Bill obliged by pushing more of his cock into her, amazed at how tight it
was. Yet between the lubricant that Gayla had applied and Brianna's own
copious fluids, it slid in easily, and he pushed in inch after inch until his
pelvis rested against her pubic bone, his entire massive hard-on buried
inside his daughter's incredibly hot cunt. He held himself there for a long
moment, giving her protesting muscles a chance to adjust to the unfamiliar
intrusion.
  Brianna found herself unable to breathe, her pussy screaming in
unbelievably sweet pain as it was filled by Daddy's giant penis. Finally it
was all the way in, filling her completely, and she was able to draw in a
hissing breath.
  "Are you okay, Baby?" Gayla asked, kissing Brianna tenderly on her sweating
forehead and stroking her hair back with her free hand.
  Brianna nodded, blinking through the tears welling in her eyes. She reached
with one hand to tentatively touch Gayla's right breast. "C-can I suck on
your boob, Mama," she asked in a timid voice.
  Gayla smiled warmly at her and moved up on the bed, bringing her chest up
even with her daughter's head. Resting on her left hip and elbow, she pulled
Brianna's head to her bosom. She held her right breast up with her hand,
guiding the big nipple into her mouth. As Brianna began to suckle at her
heavy breast, she nodded to Bill that she thought it was okay to go ahead.
She stroked Brianna's hair and face, kissing her on top of the head, then let
her fingers trail down to her daughter's chest and began to run her fingers
across her breasts as Bill slowly began to pump his large cock in and out of
her tight little pussy.
  Gayla played with Brianna's breasts, tracing little circles around the big
stiff nipples before pinching and pulling on them as she watched her
husband's beautiful big cock sliding wetly in and out of their daughter's
tender young pussy. She sensed Billy stirring behind her without really
taking note of it until she felt his hand spread her ass cheeks. She wondered
idly what he was up to, then felt his fingers in her crack. He had found the
lubricant and was spreading it over her asshole.
  Oh well, let him play, she thought as she felt his finger probing it's way
into her tight little butthole. Seconds later, though, she was surprised when
his fingers withdrew and the head of his stiff-again cock poked its way
between her cheeks. My God, again already, she thought, reaching back to
grasp his erect prick. He had it greased up and ready to go, and grinned back
at her as she looked over her shoulder at him. Shaking her head in disbelief,
she gave a little laugh and shrugged to herself, guiding the head of his cock
to her puckered anus. She gasped in surprise when he grabbed her ass and
slammed his prick home in one powerful thrust.
  Bill saw his wife's eyes go wide when their son shoved his cock up her ass
and immediately began pumping it in and out. Brianna was now pushing both of
her mother's breasts together, licking and sucking both stiff pink nipples as
she squeezed the pliant globes of tit-flesh. Her ankles were locked behind
his buttocks and her hips undulated, meeting his own as he quickened the pace
of his thrusting cock in her awakening pussy. He fucked his cock into her in
long, steady strokes, and she whimpered each time he drove it into her. She
saw him out of the corner of her eye and turned her face back to him.
  "Fuck me, Daddy," she moaned. "Fuck me harder, Daddy, I think I'm gonna
come. I think I'm gonna come!" She grunted with each thrust as Bill began
really slamming his big cock into her sore pussy, driving her wild with pain
and pleasure. "I'm gonna come, Daddy! I'm gonna come....DADDYYYYYYY!!!"
  Bill listened to her wail as the orgasm hit her, her legs squeezing him so
tightly that he thought she might crack his ribs as she thrashed on the bed
beneath him. He continued driving his cock into her until she finally
collapsed back onto the pillow, panting with exhaustion. He looked down as he
slowly withdrew his cock from her pussy, watching the wet brown lips cling to
the shaft as if trying to pull it back inside. His big bone was gleaming with
her juices, and streaked with her blood. She whimpered as the head popped
free, bringing with it a small gush of bloody vaginal secretions. She covered
the aching slit with both hands and rolled into a fetal position as he
crawled from between her legs.
  Gayla stroked Brianna's back tenderly as the girl rolled onto her side. She
wanted to comfort her daughter, but Billy's insistent cock thrusting into her
tight little butthole was a distraction she couldn't ignore, and then there
was Bill, approaching her with his enormous, blood-stained erection in his
hand and a wild look of lust in his eyes. He grabbed her by the ankles and
rolled her over on top of Billy, the young cock going deep into her bowels as
her weight came down upon it. Bill spread her legs widely, planting her feet
on the bed on either side of her son's body as he also straddled Billy's legs
and climbed in between hers.
  Bill paused, looking down at her invitingly open cunt as she crouched,
crablike, upon Billy's ramrod, leaning back upon straight arms with Billy
under her, groaning as she wiggled on his cock. Bill moved forward, placing
his pulsing cockhead at the entrance to her hot cunt. She was slick with cunt
juice and her son's come, and after a slight hesitation as he stared into her
blazing green eyes, he rammed his aching bone into her to the hilt, eliciting
a whimpering gasp from her parted lips. He immediately began humping for all
he was worth. He was so hot at this point that he could think of nothing save
getting off as quickly as possible.
  Gayla let out a little yelp with the painful pleasure each time her husband
slammed his big cock into her creaming cunny. She rolled her hips in time
with his pounding thrusts, causing her son's cock to slide in and out of her
asshole at the same time. She had already come twice, and could feel the
beginnings of a third tremendous climax building, but from Bill's groaning
expression and frantic pace, she could tell that he wasn't going to last long
enough. She could tell that he desperately needed to find release, however,
so she didn't protest or ask him to wait for her. Instead, she fucked back
against him just as fervently, milking his huge erection with her clenching
cunt muscles, driving him over the edge.
  Brianna was roused out of her post-orgasmic stupor by the violent movements
of the bed and Daddy's loud grunts mingled with Mama's little yips of pain or
pleasure, or both. She rolled over again, ignoring the dull ache in her
just-fucked pussy, and saw that Daddy was on the verge of coming. He was
fucking Mama so hard that her head flailed up and down with each thrust, and
her huge white breasts rolled upon her chest like a storm tossed sea.
Suddenly, she desperately wanted to taste his come, feel his big cock pulsing
in her mouth as the hot semen spurted out the end. She had developed a real
taste for come in the last few days, drinking first Grandpa's and then
Billy's, and she just had to taste Daddy's now.
  "In my mouth, Daddy!" she blurted. His wild eyes turned to her,
uncomprehending. "I want you to come in my mouth!" she repeated, scrambling
to get into position as his eyes glazed over and he pulled his huge
glistening penis out of Mama's vagina. She saw the first spurt of his come, a
long white rope of thick liquid that splashed over Mama's belly and onto her
big quivering titties. Then Brianna's mouth closed over the giant purple
cockhead and her fingers wrapped around the slick, heavily veined shaft,
pumping it frantically as spurt after spurt of hot come filled her mouth. And
it just kept coming, the twitching prick pumping what seemed to be gallons of
the thick white goo into her mouth, more than Grandpa, more than Billy, maybe
even more than both of them put together.
  She gulped Daddy's come as fast as she could, but still it overflowed her
mouth, some of it leaking out of the corner to slide wetly down her chin and
drip onto Mama's smooth, hairless lower belly. Daddy's strong hands held her
head, keeping his cock in her mouth as his orgasm finally abated and he
crawled wearily from between Mama's spread thighs. She kept sucking the last
few drops from his rapidly softening penis as he collapsed onto the bed next
to his wife and son. She gave it a final few licks as Daddy patted her head,
his eyes closed in fatigue.
  Gayla continued riding her son's hard cock as she watched her beautiful
young daughter swallowing the last of Bill's come and then licking the
deflating organ as he sank back onto the pillows in exhaustion. Then Brianna
looked up from her father's crotch and their eyes met. Gayla's deep green
eyes locked onto Brianna's soft brown as the girl slowly crawled over her
father's inert body, coming towards her. Then their faces were an inch apart,
held there for a breathless instant before Brianna's eyes slowly closed and
she covered her mother's full lips with her own hot mouth. Gayla could do
nothing but return the kiss, her tongue instinctively probing into her
daughter's mouth, seeking out hers. Gayla could taste her husband's come as
their tongues writhed together in an intimate dance of passion.
  Finally Brianna pulled her mouth away from Mama's, leaving them both
gasping for breath. Mama continued to raise and lower her hips, sliding her
butt up and down on Billy's hard penis, and Brianna looked down, watching
Mama's heavy breasts jiggle with her movements. Then she noticed the long
trail of Daddy's come snaking up Mama's belly and over one titty, ending in a
big glob alongside the big pink nipple. Brianna eagerly lowered her head to
Mama's breast, sticking out her tongue to push the big wad of come right onto
the stiff nipple, using the pointed tip of her tongue to paint the gooey
stuff all over the thick, 3/4 inch long bud before sucking the whole thing
into her mouth.
  She gleefully sucked Daddy's come off of Mama's engorged nipple, flicking
her tongue back and forth across it as she heard Mama sigh in pleasure. She
continued sucking long after the nipple was clean, loving the gratifying
feeling of the big stiff nipple on her lips and tongue. Finally she moved on,
licking up the come as she moved her mouth down over the curve of Mama's
breast and along her soft belly. She followed the come trail down Mama's
undulating body, licking it off and sucking the smooth white flesh in little
biting kisses until she reached the end near her belly button. As she cleaned
off the last of Daddy's come, she saw the slimy track on Mama's hairless mons
of the blob that had escaped her lips. It had landed on the smooth little
mound and slid wetly down the crack of her vaginal slit.
  Brianna licked her lips in anticipation of what she was about to do as she
crawled around between Mama's spread thighs, pushing Billy's legs apart also
as she got into position. She hunkered down, her face mere inches from Mama's
open pussy. She could see Billy's greased cock standing up as Mama's
clenching little butthole slid up and down its length. Mama's plump pink
pussy lips stood apart, opened like the petals of a flower, quivering and
glistening wetly, the thick, purple-headed clit standing out stiffly where
they came together at the top. The thick glob of come had slid past the erect
clitty, over Mama's vulva, and down Billy's stiff pole. It was now caught up
in the fuzzy hair on his tight ball-sack. Lowering her head further, she
stuck out her tongue once again and began lapping the come off Billy's balls.
  Gayla heard Billy groan as she watched Brianna's face disappear between her
legs. She increased the pace of her humping, thinking she might just come
from her son's cock in her asshole alone, she was so close now. Then she felt
Brianna's flicking tongue touch her burning pussy, licking along the slick
lips as she moved up and down. As soon as the hot tongue touched her tingling
clitty, she began to come. She cried out and slammed her ass down hard on
Billy's cock, putting her full weight down upon it and grinding her pelvis,
trying to drive the throbbing organ even deeper into her clenching rectum as
her climax reached its peak.
  Brianna drove her pointed tongue deeply into Mama's hot wet pussy, tasting
another woman's juices for the first time, along with Billy's come. In the
back of her mind, she regretted not having had the courage to eat Lauren
Gregory's pussy a few days ago as she relished the feeling of Mama's silky
soft, slippery wet, musky smelling love canal spasming around her delving
tongue. Next time I find myself alone with Lauren, I'll definitely taste her
pussy, she thought as she shook her head from side to side, rubbing Mama's
pulsing clit with the tip of her nose as she continued wriggling her tongue
inside the orgasming vagina. She found herself hoping that she wouldn't have
to wait too long for that next time to come.
  Suddenly, she heard Billy groan loudly, felt his legs tighten against her,
and realized that he was coming. Pulling her face back, she quickly grabbed
his twitching bone by the root and yanked it roughly out of Mama's tightly
clenching asshole, devouring it with her hungry mouth as soon as the head
came free. As she had earlier in the day, she ignored the funky taste of it
as her head bobbed wildly and his hot come shot out into her mouth. She
continued sucking until she'd swallowed his entire load and his tumultous
hard-on had begun to fade. Finally, she released his limp penis to plop wetly
against his lower belly.
  She sat up, licking the residue from her lips, and stretched mightily,
looking down at her family. Mama had fallen back onto the mattress between
father and son. Daddy looked as if he was already half asleep, and Billy
stared back at her through glazed eyes. She suddenly became re-aware of the
pain in her ravaged pussy and looked down, spreading her thighs to examine
herself. As she gingerly spread her tender labia, she could see that there
was still blood seeping from her sore vagina.
  Gayla looked up and saw the look of concern on her daughter's face. "It'll
be okay, Brie," she said, and when Brianna looked up at her hopefully, she
nodded her head in reassurance. "A nice warm bath will help the pain," she
continued. "No bubble bath, just hot water." Brianna nodded her understanding
and began to rise from the bed. "Would you like for me to come help you,
Baby?" Gayla asked, stifling an exhausted yawn.
  "No, Mama, that's okay. You're tired," Brianna answered. "You and Daddy go
on to sleep. I'll put Billy to bed on my way." She grabbed Billy by the wrist
and pulled him up from the bed. She put one knee back onto the bed,
stretching past Mama to kiss Daddy good-night, saying softly, "Thank you,
Daddy." Then she leaned over and kissed her mother softly on the lips. "I
love you, Mama," she whispered.
  "I love you, too, Darling," Gayla whispered back. "Are you sure you're
alright?" she asked, laying her palm tenderly on Brianna's cheek.
  Brianna smiled down at her. "Yes, Mama. I'm very 'alright'."
  "Okay, Honey. Come get me if you need me." As Brianna turned from the bed,
Gayla added, "And be sure to wear a Kotex. It'll probably continue to bleed
for a little while." She snuggled up next to Bill as she watched Brianna lead
Billy by the hand through the bathroom door, both unashamedly naked. She had
just closed her eyes when she was startled by Bill's voice.
  "What have we done?"
  "I don't know, Dear," she answered after a moment of silence. She truly
didn't know, and was too tired to consider the ramifications tonight. She
turned over, burying her face into his hairy chest, throwing her arms around
him. "Turn off the light," she murmurred, silently begging him to let the
subject lie for the moment.
  She sighed in relief as he finally reached out to switch off the bedside
lamp, then wrapped his arms around her protectively. "I don't know," she
whispered again, more to herself than to her husband. As she drifted off to a
satiated sleep, all she could think was: It's been one hell of a week.

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