Money Can't Buy It
(Fff/Mm, best, inc, anal, preg)by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com
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Chapter 1.
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Few of us act on our deepest, darkest desires. We're not only afraid to, but we're just not so stupid to give ourselves over to kink outside our fantasies. Desperation changes that for many people. The thrill of exploring something taboo does it for others. Both are slippery slopes down which we normally should not venture, but one woman did, and changed her staid existence into a life full of sensual danger, and ultimately, a deep calm amidst disappointment.
Darla Canidate saw her firm, full F-cup tits in the full-length mirror along with her plain white cotton jockey panties, her only remaining garment, and made one final try to overcome temptation. She failed. Pushing her panties down quickly, she turned and went to open the door to admit the source of her temptation, Monty, her big German shepherd. Seeing the woman naked, Monty knew what to expect, and his big tail wagged with excitement at the thought of mounting the woman's big ass and ramming his big thick prick into her cunt for a magnificent fuck. At once, his snout went to her crotch to sniff and she rubbed his head as she talked to him.
"Yes, Monty, you're going to fuck Mommy again, you lucky dog. You really like my cunt, don't you? You don't consider me a pervert like the rest of the world would if they knew."
Darla knew it made no sense talking to her dog about her problems, but there was nobody else, had not been since her husband left almost a year ago. Even when he'd been around, there hadn't really been anyone to talk to. He'd had his beer and television and that was enough. His entire conversational repertoire in the last couple years of their marriage had devolved into a series of grunts and the predictable order to suck his cock. Even when he'd gotten around to sex, he wasn't good at it. He liked to feel her up a little, until she began to get nice and horny, then he would give her his cock to suck. If she got it in her cunt two or three times a year, she had felt fortunate; otherwise it was suck, suck, suck. It wasn't that she minded sucking a cock; she enjoyed it once in a while, but not as a steady diet. What finally brought it all to an end was that Saturday afternoon when, full of beer and watching a football game, he called her to him at halftime, put a hand under her skirt and played with her pussylips for a minute or two, then took his cock out and told her to go down on him as halftime entertainment. That was the day she told him to shove his cock up his ass, that she was finished. He seemed to sense it and when she walked back through the room a little later, she saw him jacking off into an empty beer can, holding it in his left hand to catch his flying cum. Meanwhile, Denver's quarterback had just thrown an interception. Good thing he hated Denver.
"That should be the perfect marriage for you two," she told him sarcastically, and kept walking.
But it wasn't the time for thinking of the old bad times or even of the bad times to come. Monty was sniffing at her crotch, trying to get his long tongue at her cunt, and she wanted it as much as he did, so she went to the bed, sat on the edge, then fell back, opening and raising her legs to give her cunt to him to be licked. Sighing and panting, Darla felt her passion flaring as the big animal lovingly licked her pussy. She knew it was going to be one of those days when he would lick her snatch all the way to a beautiful big orgasm, an orgasm she would feel all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes, and then she would be kneeling and he would mount her ass to give her a magnificent fucking with his man-sized cock. Without warning, Monty stopped licking her snatch and then she saw him trying to mount her as she lay on her back with her crotch still wide open.
"Down, Monty," she scolded and he obeyed. "Just because you fuck a woman doesn't mean you're a man. Come on," she urged, a hand rubbing her cunt, "get back to licking my pussy for me. Lick my cunt and make me cum." The dog resumed his licking, and this time he stayed on the job until Darla felt the big orgasm getting ready to explode inside her. She caught her breath, held it, then she was coming, jerking her crotch away from the big animal and lying face down on the bed, her chubby, white ass bouncing as rubbed her pussy mound on the sheet in ecstasy. Sitting beside the bed, Monty watched her squirm and shiver all over the bed. "Oh Monty, that was lovely," Darla said with a sigh as she got up. Then she went to crouch beside him on the carpet, a hand under him, grabbing his big prick and giving it a slow jerking, though she doubted that he needed to be set up to fuck her. "Yes, Monty, you like it when Mommy plays with your big cock, don't you? What a lovely cock you have, you big beauty. It feels so good when you're ramming that beautiful prick up my cunt and fucking me. Are you all set now, fucker?" she asked as she looked and saw the wet, red cock sticking out of the sheath and decided it was time to play bitch with him, to get down on all fours and give him her ass to ride and her hot cunt to fuck.
Releasing his cock, she smiled, patting the big animal on the head; then she was kneeling so that she could watch their reflection in the full-length mirror while he fucked her. The animal showed how well he had been trained by sitting obediently, his eyes feasting on her naked body until she gave the command for him to come and fuck her. He got to his feet at once and bounded across the room to her. As he reached her, he took just one sniff of her cunt, then he mounted his human bitch, wrapped big paws around her and began jabbing a cock which grew alarmingly as the sheath peeled all the way back off his cock, a cock which was larger than most men's being at least nine inches and very thick, what Darla called stud-sized. Looking in the mirror, a profile view, Darla saw the big prick jabbing the air and loved the sight of it, thrilled to the sight of the big cock and the excitement of her dog; then the tip of his jabbing prick touched the edge of her cunt and Darla braced herself for what was to come. The animal paused, she heard him panting, then he jabbed again, and this time his cock went straight and true, right up her cunt. There was never anything at all tentative about Monty. That first jab of his cock invariably sent at least half its length up her hole, and then he was panting as he fed the rest of it into her and made her know that her cunt was full of hard cock.
"Oh yes... oh yes... oh yes," Darla panted as her big dog began fucking her, screwing as no man ever had, his banger pistoning up her snatch so fast that strokes couldn't be counted as they blurred into what became a magnificently thrilling fuck, one that went on and on. As Monty continued to hump her big, white ass, Darla played the trick she always played, turning off her mind so that she had no concept of time, only of stiff, hard-driving prick in her cunt and a vague, powerful beast mounted on her ass, his rampant prick raping her as she knelt helplessly. In her fantasy, she was tied over a padded bar, totally helpless, while the animal fucked her. Sometimes the beast had no definite identity; at other times he was a giant gorilla. Always, though, there was an audience on hand, a big audience of men and women who laughed at her, taunted her and urged the animal on with the fucking. She saw the audience clearly this time. They were a fashionably dressed group, men in formal evening dress and women in low-cut gowns. And then she saw that the gowns the women wore were more than low-cut; they were topless, so that their boobs showed clearly - little tits, medium-sized, big and beautiful, big and floppy, every type. And then she saw something about the men that she hadn't seen before. They all had their cocks out and every cock was fully erect. Terrified that all those men were going to follow the animal and fuck her to death, Darla asked if they were an going to screw her. One man replied, his voice ringing clearly through the room, telling her that they wouldn't think of sticking their cocks in her violated cunt. He told her that she was only good enough to be fucked by animals, that they were going to fuck their women - decent, normal women who fucked men, not beasts. The fantasy was going out of control, and Darla could find no way of stopping it; then the big dog began to twitch and jerk on her ass, and she felt his hot juice shooting up her snatch.
The fantasy clicked off instantly. She was alone in her room again, alone with her dog and he was panting in frenetic delight as he shot her a full load of sperm, then paused to rest against the smoothness of her ass, as his knot subsided inside of her tight pussy. Finally, he dismounted and curled upon the floor to clean his well-used cock. Darla usually felt beautifully content after the dog had screwed her, but this time the same glow wasn't with her. Wanting her orgasm, she knelt up and sent a hand into her crotch, a finger finding her hard clit near the top of her gash. Refusing to think back to the fantasy which had been so painful, she looked at her four-legged fucker as she fingered her pussy, looked at the reflection of her big tits in the mirror, seeing them jerk and sway, feeling the promise of orgasm growing stronger and stronger. There it was, a beautiful big orgasm, and she panted and moaned and grunted, her big ass jerking strongly as wave after beautiful wave of electricity swept over her and washed away the ugliness left behind by the cruel fantasy, washed it away and left her feeling gloriously content as she knelt back on her haunches while the dog looked at her curiously, as though wondering what all the fuss was about. Darla noticed the time. It was a bit later than she thought, and her daughter could be home from school soon. Chasing the dog out of the room, she picked up her panties, stepped into them and snuggled them around her body, covering but not destroying the glow she felt, especially in her crotch. As she dressed, she told herself that it was better when she fucked the dog at night since she didn't have to get dressed later, but could lie in bed, naked, savoring the golden post- orgasmic glow until it blended with sleep and she drifted gently away.
She had been dressed only a few minutes when Connie, her 11-year old daughter, returned home. Connie was a pretty girl who was well-aware of it, and who dressed to show her budding little titties and wore tight jeans to show off her nicely rounded ass. Darla had spoken to her about that a few times, but Connie used the stock answer that all the girls dressed that way and she couldn't be different or they would laugh at her. There had to be some argument to use against that besides 'you're too young,' Darla felt, but she had never found it, and so she let it go and her daughter continued to display her wares in the sexy packaging. When Connie got a little older, Darla promised herself, she'd have to do something about it, though she didn't know just what that would be. After all, at 31-years old Darla could recall her teen years quite clearly. She remembered how it felt when her little tits began to develop, how carefully she had watched them grow. She recalled the long sessions of posing before her mirror, watching as her body began the long, long trip from girl to young woman. But Darla didn't have any reason to envy Connie her nice figure, since she had retained hers. She was a little heavier than she had been ten years ago, but the added weight had been distributed nicely. Her tits were simply enormous and garnered attention from every male whose path she crossed; her ass and thighs were still firm and shapely, and she was pleased to observe that men still went out of their way to look at her, sometimes embarrassing themselves to do so. She had remained conscious of diet and exercise, determined to keep her figure as long as possible, even though, in times of depression, she told herself it was wasted when her only fucker was a dog who didn't care what she looked like as long as she had a cunt to offer when she got down on all fours.
"How was school, is your fifth-grade teacher still going to Vermont this year for her writer's conference?" she asked her daughter, and then they chatted about little things, the girl pleased that her mother liked to chat with her, to share her interests, unlike the mothers of most girls she knew. Darla was aware of that and cultivated it. She knew how much the divorce had upset their daughter, even though Connie's father had paid her little attention. After a little while, Connie told her mother that she wanted to watch a lot of television that night and she had homework to do, so she went to her room and closed the door, knowing that her mother wouldn't disturb her. But it wasn't homework Connie had on her mind just then. In a crowded hallway after final class, Barry, a boy with a reputation as an ass-grabber, had stolen three exciting feels of the seat of her tight jeans. That had been especially flattering, since he usually chose older girls for that. It told her that she had a nice ass, nice enough to attract the sixteen-year old who preferred older girls, yet was attracted to what she packed in the seat of her pants.
Opening her jeans, she pushed them and her plain white panties down, and looked at the barely budding patch of fuzz above her pussy. She wished it would hurry and develop into a patch of real hair rather than just peach fuzz; yet, she told herself, Barry would love to see it and feel it and check below to see and feel her little cunt. If she gave him the chance, she sensed, he would do more than just see and feel her cunt; he'd stick a big, hard cock in it and break her cherry. It would hurt, and then she would watch her belly getting big with a baby. Connie didn't like that thought, so she turned it off. She twisted to look at her narrow ass in the mirror. The cheeks were plump and firm and so smooth for a young girl. Closing her eyes then, she squeezed one, the way he had squeezed it, and she could understand why Barry was an ass-grabber. Asses felt nice, she thought to herself as she squeezed and rubbed both cheeks.
Connie blushed a little as she found herself wondering what it would be like to feel a girl's butt, maybe a bigger girl with bigger cheeks. She had heard vague stones about lesbians and had always thought them perverted and sick, but for the first time she was able to think about being naked with another girl without feeling anything but excitement.
She thought of Nikki, her twelve-year old best friend. Nikki would have a lovely ass, Connie thought as she looked down at her fallen jeans and panties. Then she had a finger in her pussy, and she was ready to start fingering herself. When she finger-fucked her snatch, she usually enjoyed fantasies in which she peeped while men and woman did sexy things to each other, but this time her thoughts were only about Nikki. As the little finger moved excitingly in her warm slit, she saw Nikki standing with her pants and panties down around her ankles and she was standing behind her friend, playing with the cheeks of her ass and telling her friend how firm and silky her butt was. Nikki enjoyed it, too, and then they went to the bed where Nikki lay face down. Sitting beside her, Connie pushed her blouse up higher, then took the rest of her clothes off and resumed playing with her lovely bare ass while her friend squirmed and sighed and begged for more. It became the strongest fantasy Connie had ever experienced, and she worked at keeping it alive and strong. Nikki wanted Connie to finger her pussy for her and she agreed boldly, but she didn't want to stop playing with her friend's pretty ass in order to do it, so Nikki stood and she sat on the edge of the bed. While her right hand played with a silken asscheek, her left went into her friend's crotch and rubbed her pussy warmly. Nikki had a nice patch of coppery hair to crown her cunt, and Connie envied it, but she didn't let that disturb the enjoyment she got from playing with the big asscheeks. Then her finger was in Nikki's slit and she fingering her box while her friend panted. When she felt the approach of orgasm, Connie was not sure for a moment whether the orgasm was going to be her's or Nikki's. Then it struck, and she knew it was hers as her young body trembled and jerked strongly until the spasms stopped, leaving her breathless and feeling wonderful.
The next time Darla took her dog to her bedroom, it was after eleven at night, and her daughter was sleeping soundly, as she always did. She went to the window and closed the drapes, but it was just a routine thing, and she did it carelessly. In the beginning, she had been very careful that the drapes were closed tightly, perfectly, but as the sex bouts with the dog became more and more common, she became less careful. This time, the bottom of one drape curled back, leaving a small triangle, but enough so that someone with an eye pressed close to the window would be able to see clearly into the room. Darla was unaware of it.
"Yes, Monty," she whispered as she opened her dress, "I'm going to strip bare naked and you'll give me a nice cunt-lapping, and then I'll get down on the floor and you'll mount me and give me a nice big fucking." Taking her dress off, she patted the animal, then went on undressing, not aware of the opening in the drapes, not aware that a man was walking that night, a man named Thomas. Thomas had once been a happy man. He operated a very successful business, he had a daughter and a son, and he had his own Eve. She had been a wonderful woman, one who loved to laugh and to care for her children and her home, and she especially loved to romp with her husband - in bed, in the kitchen, in the car, outside in the garden, after dark, anywhere at all. They had explored sex together and had learned so many things about it. The first time he went down on her and brought her to orgasm with his mouth and tongue, she decided she was no longer interested in one day going to heaven; she had found a better place. In return it seemed only logical that she should do the same for her husband. They both had trembled as she pushed the head of his big cock into her mouth and he showed her how to suck a man off and drink his rich, warm cum. To the surprise of neither, she loved blowing him and did it often, even when he was driving the car and she was curled up on the seat beside him, his big cock stretching her mouth as she sucked, wanting to giggle if she had been able to, when he began shooting. Then he would be grunting and groaning, holding onto the wheel for sweetie life with both hands. More than a few. times, he had caught her bending over in the kitchen, and she had only sighed as he tossed her skirt over her back, lowered her panties and after playing with her ass for a little while, had used a bit of butter to lubricate her asshole, then slowly worked his long cock up there to assfuck her.
There were so many more beautiful times as their lives became richer and more exciting with each passing day, until the same fate which had been so kindly in bringing them together, proved to have a vicious side as well. It began with the headaches which pained her so and became more and more consistent. The doctor gave her a prescription to kill the pain and suggested she was bored with family life and should develop other interests. Angry, she didn't go back to him. The pain of the headaches was somewhat dulled by the medicine. She learned to live with it until Thomas insisted that she go to another doctor. This one was more concerned and had her go into the hospital for tests, tests which shattered her world and Thomas's when they disclosed a brain tumor. It was inoperative. All she could do was live with a constant pain and a constant, haunting knowledge that the pain would go away soon, when she died. And then she did, and Thomas was left with his grief, his memories, and a twelve-year old girl and fifteen-year old boy.
Nights were the worst times, those nights when, only partially awake, he would reach for the lovely, silken asscheeks and not find them. He would be wide awake then as he realized what had happened. After that, there could be no sleep for a while, not until he had numbed the hurt with whiskey and water, much whiskey and a little water. Evenings were desultory, too, especially after the kids were in bed. Those used to be among the best times as they necked in the living room until all was quiet. Those were the times when her clothes would be removed gradually, and then the fun and games would start. The lonely evenings tortured him for months; then he tried to escape them by walking. The house safely locked, he would walk the streets until he was so tired he knew he would be able to sleep, especially if, when he returned to the house, he jacked off, as he so often did. Late one evening, as he walked a quiet residential street, he noticed a movement behind an undraped window and looked again. He saw a woman in a white slip, folding her dress over the back of a chair. Instantly, he felt guilty about peeping at her, but he couldn't stop himself from moving closer. As she caught the hem of the slip and pulled it over her head, he felt his cock stirring and knew that he would jack himself off that night, perhaps before he got home. He stood on a spot at the top of a hill. The houses were below street level, and he could see clearly into the bedroom, could see that she was alone in the second-story room.
She took her bra off and her tits looked good, big yet firm, and she rubbed them in the way a woman does after taking off her bra; then she sat at a vanity and fiddled with her hair for a little while. When she got up, her back turned to him, she pushed her white panties down and stepped out of them, naked, her beautiful, rather plump ass pointed right at him so that he could see the deep crack between the big oval cheeks. Sensuality flared as never before for Thomas, and he pressed carefully against a big tree, checked to see that he was alone on the relatively darkened street, then took his cock out. It was hard and sensitive to his touch as he held it. Her back still turned to him, the woman dropped her panties on the floor, then bent to pick them up. As she did, her ass widened, looking so white in the light of the room and then he saw more than her ass, saw the slash of cunt in her relatively hairless crotch and he gave his cock a few tugs. Going to the bed, the woman lay on her back, her legs wide apart. For a little while, she fondled her firm tits, then her hands rubbed down slowly over her tummy and down to her thighs. When one hand returned to her boobs, the other remained much farther down, rubbing toward her crotch; then it was there, slowly stroking her pussy. As Thomas realized that she was going to finger her cunt, he decided he would masturbate along with her, holding back until she climaxed before firing his load into the darkness. Then he almost groaned aloud as the woman got off the bed and walked naked to the window, her full breasts bobbing as she reached to draw the drapes.
He was angry and frustrated, but still wildly aroused. He pulled his cock fast as she closed one drape, then moved across the open portion of the window to close the other. He could still see one big tit, in that moment before she could get the drape closed, when his charge went off, spurting through the darkness. When he was drained, he hurriedly stuffed his cock back into his pants and zipped his fly closed. He knew she was behind the drapes fingering her cunt, but since the drapes were tightly closed, he knew he wasn't going to be able to see her, so he turned and began walking toward his home, his heart still pounding, his legs, especially his knees, still a little weak. His nightly walks became more frequent after that night. Often, he visited the street where it had all begun, but only rarely did he see the same woman undressing before the undraped window. It happened sometimes, but he guessed that she was only a part-time exhibitionist, that she staged her striptease only when the mood was on her. He wondered about her private life and guessed that, like him, she was unhappy and alone. From time to time, Thomas thought of an affair with some healthy, happy woman, but he knew that couldn't be, not for him. One emotional commitment had been enough; he had given all and he was drained. There could never be a woman to replace the one fate had taken from him. He would use peeping to stimulate and to fill the void, but that would have to be enough, that and his masturbation. Thomas was an intelligent man and he learned the tricks of his trade. He walked quiet, not too well-lighted streets and service lanes which gave him access to the rear of houses. He learned that the fully undraped windows could rarely be counted on to provide a show, but that carelessly closed drapes or blinds not quite lowered all the way were much more promising since they gave the occupants of the house a false sense of privacy. He kept notes of every score, addresses, times, subject matter, comments. From his notes, he was able to schedule a series of routes to follow.
Usually, the show consisted of a woman undressing for bed or bath, sometimes with a man, but there were those special shows that really turned him on, those scenes where a man and woman went into a bedroom together and he saw that they weren't eager to sleep. They would kiss, and the man would fondle the woman. Sometimes they would be laughing, other times there was an air of passion without humor as they hurriedly stripped. He loved to watch the foreplay, the fondling and sucking of tits while the woman played with a stiff prick. Once in a while, he would see a more daring couple, and the man would suck and lick her cunt, making her cum before they fucked. Whenever it was possible, he would have his hard cock in his hand while he watched, and sometimes he lost control and shot his wad while the show was still going on, but he tended to be careful, and that didn't happen often. One of the frustrations of the trade was car headlights, another was other night walkers, but he learned to live with them. The only thing he ever carried was an evening newspaper, so that he would appear to be a businessman who had gone out to buy a paper and decided on a stroll before going to bed.
His biggest score was an apartment window which he observed from the fire escape of a darkened, abandoned building across a vacant lot. Two beautiful young women were undressing for bed and in the course of their disrobing, they began to play. When they were naked, they fell onto the double bed together and began fondling each other while they shared many passionate kisses. They fondled and sucked tits, stroked thighs and asses and played with cunts until Thomas feared he would fall off the fire escape as he kept pressed against the darkened wall. Then they nearly drove him out of his mind as one of them turned and then they were in an end-to-end embrace, each sucking and lapping the cunt of the other. They staged a lengthy, lusty, lesbian performance for him, and as they lay together resting after both had climaxed, Thomas stared at them while he slowly pulled his stiff, throbbing prick until the churning in his balls told him it was time for blast-off. His eyes feasting on the resting women, he panted as his sperm shot out into the darkness. Thomas visited the fire escape often, and his beautiful lesbians performed for him many times.
At home, Thomas was a model father who made sure that his children knew he was eager to share things with them, to listen to their problems and help work them out, rather than giving them pat solutions. When their mother had been alive, the house had often rung with laughter, and Thomas knew it was up to him to restore that as quickly as possible after her death. It wasn't easy, but he worked at it; seeing what he was doing, the kids tried, too, so that it was not long before the family, the survivors of the old family unit, resumed a reasonably normal state as they picked up the threads together and went on with their lives. The children didn't question his nightly walks, taking his word for it that he liked a little solitude and exercise before going to bed. Frequently, they were not even aware of the walks since they were asleep before he left the house.
The house where Darla lived with her daughter and her dog wasn't on his list, but Thomas kept working new areas, constantly looking for new faces, new talent, something different and more exciting. He doubted, however, that he was ever going to find anything more exciting than his beautiful lesbians, whom he visited once or twice a week, not wanting to go more often for fear of spoiling it and making it boring. Usually, if he were patient and waited long enough, they gave him a performance of some kind, but there were some nights when all they did was strip and get into bed. Even those nights were interesting enough since they both had beautiful bodies, but it was so much more thrilling when he watched one or both of them eating pussy and doing their other erotic things to entertain him while he perched on the fire escape. It had been a dull evening, he had spotted a couple of women in bra and panties, but that was about all. If things were going to improve, he told himself, it was just about time for it since it was a bit after eleven, a good time for people to be going to bed, he knew from experience. He was walking in the service lane behind Darla's house, checking windows all around, when her light came on. He stopped, saw that she had a big dog with her; then he let out a little sigh as he saw her approach the window and knew she was going to close the drapes. He started to leave, then stopped on a hunch. He watched as Darla closed the drapes; then his heart gave a little leap as he noted the little triangle which had been left to permit a view into the room.
He cased the layout quickly. Since the dog was in the house, he didn't have to worry about going into the garden, and the gate from the lane hung open. Walking softly, Thomas hurried into the garden. Luck was with him, since below the window was a low stand of the type used for hanging clothes on a line. Getting onto it, he found that the level was great, perfect, and the chink in the drapes provided him with a clear view of most of the room. All he had to do then was hope nobody spotted him there and called the cops, but it was a risk he was prepared to take. Darla hadn't begun undressing, he observed, and she was sitting on the bed, patting her dog and talking to him. She was an attractive woman, late twenties, he guessed. The hem of her dress was up a little, and he liked what he saw of her thighs. He liked, too, the way she filled the front of her dress, and he guessed that her tits would be big and quite firm, lovely to stare at while he played with his cock.
When Darla got up and reached to unfasten the top of her dress, Thomas slowly unzipped his fly. When he took his cock out, it was hard. His practiced eye looked around the room for a nightie, and he was pleased at not seeing one. Darla wore no slip, and as she pulled the dress over her head, he gazed excitedly at thighs which were even more beautiful than he had anticipated, a little on the big side, but beautifully firm-looking, smooth and hairless. Her tummy was just slightly rounded, just enough so that it didn't look boyish, and her French-cut white cotton panties hugged her crotch excitingly. He hoped she wouldn't take them off too quickly. She went to fold her dress over the back of a chair, and he was delighted at the way she filled the seat of her panties. The panties were small and sheer so that he could see her shadowy crack. Generous portions of round, white cheek peeked around the tiny garment, and Thomas felt his cock throbbing with desire. As she turned to face him again, she said something to her dog while Thomas feasted his eyes on the bulging cups of the black bra; then her hands went behind her back, and he held his breath as he awaited the unveiling of her big, promising tits. When she took her bra off, Thomas almost gasped aloud. He had seen tits that big before, but never that big and that firm. There were absolutely enormous, so full, so round, so... heavy! She looked like an overdeveloped teenager, and Thomas looked at her face again to confirm that she was as old as he had first guessed. He told himself that she had to be at least 27, maybe 30 at the oldest. He noticed, too, that her face was beautiful, not in any glamorous way, but the face of a woman with warmth and humor, yet it was a face, he saw, that had known unhappiness and perhaps still did. Dropping the bra onto a chair, she stood before the mirror on her vanity and played with her boobs. It wasn't, he observed, the casual rubbing of tits after taking a bra off; she was playing with herself, and there was a look of passion on her face, passion that was just beginning to build and had a long way to go before it peaked.
He sensed that he was going to see her strip naked and finger her cunt or fuck herself with a fake cock, and he trembled with arousal. He didn't often catch a woman playing with herself, and he found it wildly thrilling when he did. This was going to be one of those very good ones, he told himself, a five-star special, perhaps. After she had been playing with her tits for a while, Thomas saw that her nipples were aroused and stuck out temptingly, long and hard and very succulent. Pausing to talk to the dog again, Darla rubbed a hand on the crotch of her panties, and Thomas became positive that he was in for a beautiful performance of finger- fucking. For just a moment, he wondered if she were going to include the dog in her act, then told himself he was asking for too much. Things like that only happen in books, he told himself.
Darla went to pat the dog again, and then she stood with her back to the window. Again Thomas felt his cock throbbing and his heart pounding as he stared at what her beautifully rounded, white asscheeks did to her little black panties. There was no portion of the female anatomy Thomas didn't appreciate, but he had a special fondness for a lovely, firm, well-rounded ass, and she measured up magnificently, top of the scale, he decided; then he thought his heart or his cock would explode as Darla slowly pushed her panties down to bare that lovely ass. She did it unhurriedly and, beautiful as her big tits were, he was thankful that she had her back to him so that his eyes could feast on her magnificent big ass. Then she stepped out of the panties and tossed them onto the chair with her bra.
Normally, Thomas was content to just watch a woman as she undressed, but there was something different in Darla's case, something more than her luscious tits and butt. He was seized by an almost overpowering urge to smash through the window and grab her, but then he told himself that he was not a rapist. Even if he were, the big shepherd would make very short work of him and what the dog left would languish in jail for a long time. Thomas watch her sit on the edge of the bed and talk to the dog while she opened her legs, showing him a glimpse of her cunt; then she was playing with it, confirming his hunch that she was going to masturbate for him. Thomas stared, trembling, then trembled more violently as Darla fell back across the bed, her ass partly over the edge. She raised and parted her shapely legs, drawing them back over her and showing him her cunt. It, too, was beautiful, he decided at once; then it was partially covered by her hand as she stroked it while she talked to the dog who, Thomas observed, remained seated, even though he stretched toward her as though he wanted to get at her. Taking the hand out of her crotch after she had parted the lips of her cunt, she spoke to the dog, and he got up and hurried to her.
"Jesus Christ," Thomas gasped under his breath, "she really does have him trained."
The dog went directly to Darla and began licking her cunt. Monty used his long tongue well, and Thomas could see that by the expression on the woman's face as the animal kept lapping her cunt. While he watched, Thomas kept his hard cock in his hand, giving it a slow pull from time to time, being careful not to lose his load since he sensed that the show was far from finished. And then he watched Darla climaxing, pushing the dog out of her crotch and rolling over on the bed, her plump ass jerking as the come really gripped her and held on strongly. Again he hungered to get his hands on those beautiful big asscheeks, to be lying on her with his cock pushed into her tight hole. She rested for only a short time, then she sat up and talked to the dog again. Thomas was afraid she would hear the hammering of his heart as she dropped to the carpet on her hands and knees; he knew the dog was going to fuck her and he was going to watch. He saw Monty's prick slipping out of the sheath - god, the dog was hung! he thought. The dog's cock was red and wet as he approached her arched ass; the dog paused, sniffed at her pussy, then mounted her for his woman fuck. As he did, Thomas gasped again at the sight of the animal's cock. The sheath had rolled all the way back so that his balls were bared, and his cock looked as big as a man's. As Darla turned to talk to the dog, urging him on, Thomas saw her face; the smile she wore was beatific. In that moment, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The animal's big thick cock jabbed the air a couple of times, then he rammed about three inches of it up her cunt and slowly worked the rest of it into her hole. Then he was busy fucking her, both dog and woman panting while, outside, Thomas thought he would go out of his mind. He thought of how he hungered for the feel of her lovely cunt, yet while he was forced to remain outside, there was a dog fucking her. Thomas decided it wasn't fair to the human race and especially to him.
Thomas couldn't keep from jacking his cock as he watched. Then he saw the animal jerking as he shot his load into the cunt of the naked woman and Thomas lost control, his cum spurting against the wall of the house. It was a big charge and when he finished, he felt deliciously weak. So did the dog, Thomas thought with a smile as Monty pulled his cock out of Darla's slit and curled up on the carpet, licking his dick, his interest in the woman obviously gone.
"Crazy fucking dog," Thomas said quietly to himself. "If I'd just finished fucking that beauty, I'd go right on loving her up with my hands and my mouth." He watched as Darla got up, got onto the bed and turned the light off; then he left, but not before he got her name and address from her mailbox. As he walked to his home, Thomas vowed that he would get to know Darla and that they would be lovers. All he didn't know was how he was going to arrange that.
Thomas wrestled with his problem for two days and the greater part of two nights, yet he couldn't come up with the solution he sought. He didn't go walking those evenings, wasn't interested in watching other women undressing for bed, wasn't interested even in his two beautiful lesbians. The only thing on which his mind would dwell was the beautiful, exciting woman with the dog and how he was going to arrange to meet her. Phoning her was out of the question, Thomas reasoned. Before he could begin his approach, she would hang up on him. Over and over again he told himself that a letter was the only approach. Though he didn't like the idea, he finally faced the fact that there were no alternatives, so he spent an entire evening writing, throwing away, changing and writing some more.
It was after midnight when he finished and as he reread his letter, he still wasn't sure it was right. He began the letter by telling of the tragic loss of his wife and went on to tell how, after a long period during which masturbation was his only sexual outlet, he accidentally became a peeping Tom. He told her how he had tried to fight it, realizing the danger it involved, but that he hadn't had the strength to stop. Then came the really tough part where he told her what he had seen when he peeped into her window that night. He didn't dwell on details, saying just enough so that she would know what he had observed - the lapping and the fucking Monty had given her. He told, too, that in his wild arousal and jealousy of the dog, he had jacked off outside her window. Much of the letter was an impassioned plea for her to agree to see him, pointing out that he was a loner, an unhappy lonesome man, and that he sensed it was a problem they shared, that in getting to know each other, in talking of their problems and of life, they could, hopefully, build a new life for themselves, one which would be full and rich and rewarding. If not, he pointed out, at least they would have discussed their problems and perhaps even that would be helpful to both. After much debate with himself, he mailed the letter on Friday evening, knowing she would receive it on Monday. He hadn't signed the letter, for obvious reasons, but he promised he would phone her on Monday for her answer.
At 10a on Monday morning, Thomas went to a quiet restaurant where there was a phone booth in the back, and his hand trembled as he fed a dime into the slot and dialed her number. He heard nervousness in her voice when he told her he was the writer of the letter and begged her not to hang up. She told him she wouldn't.
Nervously, she told him of her terrible humiliation at his having caught her with her guilty secret. Then he reminded her that he had confessed his guilty secret to her in the letter, so that they were even. Both were trying, and gradually much of the nervousness passed so that they were able to talk a little more easily. Then they agreed that he would go to visit her at ten-thirty.
"You're sure you're not afraid to have me in your house alone?" he asked considerately. "We could meet in some public place, a park for instance."
"No, I'm not afraid. Something in your voice and in the tone of your letter tells me I won't be in any danger with you."
There was a florist shop next to the restaurant, and Thomas bought a dozen beautiful red roses which he earned as he got out of his car in front of her house and turned up the walk. Darla had seen him coming and opened the door before he could ring the bell. She was pleased to see a handsome, well-dressed, clean-cut man, with just a few traces of gray hair around his temples, but she couldn't keep from blushing, and she apologized for it, stammering a little.
"I'm nervous, too," he told her, "and you blush far more beautifully than these roses," he added as he gave her the bouquet. Her hands trembled as she took it and thanked him, then led him into the living room where a coffee service had been set up.
Conversation was difficult in the beginning, and Thomas saw that it was up to him to get things started. He repeated much of what he had told her in the letter; that helped loosen her up so that she was able to talk about the emptiness of her own life, her bad marriage, starvation for sex and finally, how by accident she had learned that, in a forbidden manner, her dog could serve her needs much better than her husband had.
"It's all right while it's happening and for a while after," Darla told him, "but then comes the shame. I have cruel little voices in my head, telling me I'm no longer a woman, that no man would want me and that I'm only good enough for dogs," she said, and Thomas saw tears welling up in her eyes.
"Don't talk like that," he scolded. "I know what you mean. I hear voices, too, after I've peeped at other people making love while I was jerking off like a little boy. It can't be worse for you than it is for me. That's why I'm convinced we're each other's only hope."
They talked on for more than an hour, then reached the stage where they were discussing various sexual acts. There was a different kind of nervousness then, a strongly sexual one. As their conversation became more intimate, the feeling grew in both of them until it was straight sexual arousal and both knew it. When he asked if he might sit beside her on the couch, she nodded and gave him a nervous smile. Seeing that she was trembling as he sat, Thomas put an arm around her waist, felt the firmness of her flesh. Then his mouth was on hers, and they were kissing in passionate abandon. It was obvious that they would be screwing in just a little while, and Thomas couldn't believe his good fortune. Still, not wanting to make even one blunder, he kept his hands off her thighs and tits until she took one hand and guided it to a nyloned thigh, just above her knee. They were kissing at the time, and as his tongue played with hers, his hand squeezed and rubbed up the sheer cotton until it was on the skin of a luscious thigh and Thomas and Darla were sighing into each other's mouths.
"We don't need to wait any longer, Thomas," Darla told him after the kiss, while his hand on her thigh triggered electric sensations for both of them. "Take me to my bed now. Strip me naked and we'll make love. I know it's going to be so good. I'll try to be good for you, too."
"I want that, Darla, more than I want life," Thomas told her. Then they were walking hand in hand to her bedroom where she bent over the bed, displaying her lush thighs as she drew the covers back.
As she did, Thomas began undressing. He did it fast, and by the time she had removed her dress, he was naked, his cock looking big and proud and beautiful in erection. Darla let out little squeal as she looked at it and thought of how good his prick would feel in her hot, churning cunt. She reached to unhook her bra, but Thomas caught her hands and told her he would do it. Before doing so, he fondled the cups of her bra, telling her what lovely tits she had and how firm and youthful they were; then he took her in his arms again and while they kissed, he rubbed his hands down her silken-smooth back to feel the luscious big asscheeks he lusted for. She loved the way he fondled her and the way his hard prick throbbed against her belly. As their kiss ended, Thomas slipped the hooks of her bra. Then he stepped back with the garment in his hands, staring hotly at her lovely, naked tits while Darla panted with lust, surprised that she felt proud of her body, more proud than nervous at baring it to this stranger, this beautiful, romantic man.
"I still can't believe that breasts can be so beautiful, so big, so firm," he told Darla as he held a boob in each hand and fondled gently.
"With you, I want to call them tits. I want to hear and use all the sex words. Do you mind?" she asked.
"Mind? Far from it. I'm going to suck these luscious tits, babe. I'm also going to suck your lovely cunt and make you cum with my tongue, but I'm going to suck and kiss and lick a lot of other places as well. We're going to go wild, Darla, and it'll be hours before we come back to earth."
"Oh yes, Thomas, yes, and you'll fuck me with that big, beautiful, hard cock I feel against my belly. I want to feel that lovely cock inside my hot cunt. Do you really want to fuck me, Thomas? Do you want to put your cock in my cunt and fuck me?" she repeated, loving the sound of the words.
"I want to fuck you more than I want to breathe," Thomas told her. Then he was kissing her mouth again and her enormous, bare breasts were mashed against his chest. Both his hands clutched her satiny asscheeks as they shared saliva.
"Aren't you going to take my panties off?" she asked as he eased her down onto the bed and loomed above her.
"You can be sure of that, babe," he told her, "in a little while. There are so many things to do first. I intend to make the unveiling of your beautiful ass a very special event."
Darla accepted that with a sigh; then she was sighing more loudly as Thomas fondled and sucked her massive tits in a way they had never been sucked and fondled before. While he sucked one luscious boob, he fondled them both. His ardent touches drove her farther into the throes of lust. After he had been sucking her second tit awhile, she felt one of his hands rubbing down her tummy, and she opened her legs wide to make a path for it. Thomas's hand followed the path right down into her crotch, and he felt the warmth of her soft, tender cunt through sheer cotton, his rubbing hand providing a maddening thrill for her as he continued to suck the silken jug which she pressed up at him, sighing and panting and moaning with desire.
"Oh, Thomas, my panties are all wet in the crotch and my cunt is so hot and juicy for you," Darla said, her behind squirming on the sheet.
"Then I guess I'll just have to do something about it, won't I?" he said as he raised his face from her tit and licked his lips. "I think I'm going to love the taste of your wet panties. Open your legs nice and wide, Darla."
"You're going to... to suck my panties?"
"Yes, babe. I'm going to have a nice taste of cotton- filtered cunt, and then I'll take your panties off and suck and lick your hot, juicy pussy until you can't stand another orgasm. I'll probably suck for at least an hour."
All Darla could do was moan with passion; then she cried out more loudly as his face went into her crotch, brushed an inner thigh, and then he was sucking and lightly chewing on the wet crotch of her panties, rocketing her to a new plateau of passion, one she had never before achieved.
As he sucked, Thomas worked his hands under her, and she raised her ass to help. He fondled her lush, smooth asscheeks while he went on sucking and slurping in her crotch, making her panties very wet and adding to the searing heat of her cunt.
Abandoning herself totally to him, Darla was sure than no woman in history had ever been as well loved, then reminded herself that they were only getting started, that she still had her panties on, wet though they were, and that the actual cunt-lapping and fucking was yet to come. She wondered if her heart could stand it all, wondered if it were possible to die of too much joy, but the thought didn't bother her at all; then she gasped as she realized that, despite the fact that her panties were still on, she was right on the verge of coming. She opened her mouth to pant the words to her fucker, but she didn't make it. Instead of words, she emitted a series of groans and high-pitched wails, and her body jerked through an orgasm that was as magnificent as any she had ever known, better than any, she decided as the delicious waves kept sweeping over her while Thomas kept his face pressed into the warmth of her wet crotch, inhaling deeply, his hands holding the cheeks of her ass firmly.
"Oh, Thomas," she sighed, "I've never had an orgasm with my panties on in my life. You work miracles."
"There are going to be a lot of miracles, babe," he told her, "and a lot of comes. Lie face down now so I can unveil that work of art you carry in your panties."
Sighing, her eyes shining, Darla turned over and lay face down as his hands went to her asscheeks which were only partially covered by her panties. As he played there, she thought of how she had always considered her ass too big and had never dreamed that one day a man would call it a work of art and would handle it as though he meant what he said. When he bent to kiss and lick bare skin around the cuffs of her panties, Darla groaned deeply. She had never been kissed there and wondered how she had been able to live without it, or would be able to in the future if things turned out that way. And then she felt him beginning to peel her panties down and tried to raise a little to help him. He lowered them until two inches of the top of her crack showed. He paused and pressed his lips there in a thrilling kiss. Before taking his mouth away, he licked the top of her crack and made it excitingly wet, then he went back to peeling her panties down, his voice breaking as he told her over and over how beautiful she was. Her wet panties were caught in her crotch, but he freed them with the same gentle touch, then took them down her legs and off. Telling her to look, Thomas untangled her panties, found the wet crotch and put it in his mouth. Darla trembled as she saw and heard him sucking juice from the cotton, the thrill so great she thought she would faint. Then he kissed the wet crotch of the garment and dropped it onto the chair.
Returning to the bed, he knelt up beside her and gazed lovingly at the perfect rounds of her ass. Then he crouched beside her and settled down to play with them, using his hands and his lips and his tongue as she squirmed, sighed and panted and rubbed her bushy cunt mound on the sheet. From time to time, his lips would leave a cheek and his hands would pull the firm mounds apart; then his face was between them and he was licking deeply, wetly in her crack, the tip of his tongue playing teasing games with her ass, her groans becoming a little louder as he tickled her asshole.
"Is your pretty pussy ready for another orgasm now?" he asked. When she told him it was more than ready, he had her turn over, bending her knees up and moving them wide apart as he stared into her crotch where he saw a cunt that was truly beautiful.
"But don't all pussies look the same?" Darla asked.
"Not by any means. I've seen cunts that were so-so, others that were positively ugly. A truly pretty cunt is quite unusual, and you have a beautiful one to look at and to touch and to suck and to fuck. I plan to do all of those things to it, if you'll allow me."
"Allow you? Oh, you wonderful, crazy man. I'll die if you don't. I've never been treated this way, never responded to any man like this."
While she talked, one of his hands was stroking a silken inner thigh, finding it firm, firmer than he would have expected. The hand moved higher, the tips of his fingers brushing the tender lips of an obviously hot cunt. She moaned again as his hand covered the moist pussy, pressed warmly over it, then began to rub tenderly. Telling her he had to shake hands with her cunt, he parted the pussy-lips, stroking gently between them with the same loving touch. Slowly he worked a long, gentle finger into her slit and felt her tremble, saw beads of sweat standing out on her naked body as the finger worked in and out and she told him it was better than any cock she had ever felt in her snatch. While a hand rubbed over her smooth tummy, Thomas went on fingering her pussy for a while, then brought his finger higher until the tip of it found her clit and made her body jerk strongly.
Whispering softly to Darla, he went on stroking her clit lightly until he saw passion contort her face. She cried out as an almost unbearable orgasm claimed her and swept her away. Removing his finger from her slit, he pressed his hand warmly on her cunt and held it there until the spasms finally weakened and then passed. When she was able to talk again, Darla told him with awe that it had been the most magnificent orgasm she had ever known. He smiled as he promised her more and better ones, a promise she felt was impossible for him to keep. Lying close to her, Thomas began kissing her thighs and tummy and hips, using his hands as well as his lips and bringing her quickly up again, hot and trembling as she sensed that this time his mouth would find its way to her cunt. In her aroused state, she felt sure it wouldn't take much muff-diving to make her have another orgasm. He worked slowly, ardently, and then she felt warm, moist breath in her crotch. Darla wanted to tell him to hurry, to get his mouth right on her cunt, but all that came out was another groan. It was followed by a loud, quavering cry as his tongue licked slowly over her pussy. She heard a muffled groan from her crotch, felt an unbelievably exciting kiss on her gash, and then he was sucking her cunt while his hands held and rubbed her hips and thighs. Darla knew she was going to fly over the rainbow again. As Thomas sucked her cunt and she moaned, Darla found it impossible to believe that just one mouth and one cunt could combine to produce such fantastic sensations. But there was an even greater sensation to cum, and it happened when his tongue came into play and he began lapping her open cunt. His tongue probed deeply, into her hot, juicy box. It lashed inside her snatch, and Darla told herself that his tongue must be more than just a tongue and that what he was doing to her had to be more than just cunt-lapping. He was not just a man, she decided, but a god or perhaps a devil.
Darla felt him shifting his position subtly. Her cry filled the room as his tongue found her clit, found it and did such wildly wonderful things to it that she feared her cries would be heard blocks away. But she didn't care, didn't care about anything except the erotic magic he was working in her cunt and throughout her entire being as he licked on and on until climax struck. Darla knew it was going to surpass even the previous ones, so she stuffed a hand into her mouth and bit down to stifle the cries she felt fighting for escape from her throat. Her hunch about the intensity of the orgasm proved very right. While the waves kept crashing over her, Darla kept his face trapped in her crotch, her thighs rubbing it as her legs scissored and her body jerked as though in electric shock. Finally it passed. Darla felt such a glow of warmth and contentment and ecstasy that she didn't even try to describe it to her fucker, knew she couldn't even begin to try, but later, when he raised his sweating face from her silken crotch, he read all her thoughts in her eyes.
"My God, Thomas my babe," she said as she found his hard, throbbing dick and squeezed it, "it must be time to do something about this beautiful cock. Such a long time it's been hard. Isn't it hurting you?"
"Now that you mention it," he told her with a warm smile, "it would feel a whole lot better buried in that beautiful cunt of yours. Does your cunt feel wet enough to take a stiff prick?"
"You wonderful, crazy fucker. My cunt feels wet enough for a swim. Fuck me, my babe fucker. Fuck me now and shoot all your cum into me and make my cunt even wetter. I can already feel juice trickling into the crack of my ass, but I want to be wet with your seed."
Reaching between her parted legs, Thomas patted and rubbed her wet pussy, then used the tip of a finger to follow the wet trail down between the lower slopes of the big, silken asscheeks. For a little while, he played in her wet crack; then she saw him moving up over her. Her eyes went wide with delight. She held out her arms to welcome his body onto hers, his cock into her hot, wet cunt for what she knew was going to be the greatest fuck of her life.
"You're beautiful to begin with, my babe," he told her as he knelt between her legs and stared at her, "but you're especially beautiful when you're horny. What a sweet, beautiful fuck this is going to be. I only hope I can make it last long enough so that you can have a big orgasm with my prick inside you."
"Another orgasm would kill me," Darla told him and sighed, "but I don't care if it does. I'm so happy, I can't stand it. I think it would be nice to die this way."
Telling her that it would be even nicer to live that way, he lowered himself gently onto her, being careful not to hurt her. Darla felt his cock probing her crotch. It found her cunt, and the cockhead rubbed her gash for a few seconds; then she was moaning and he was panting as he slowly pushed his rod between the soft pussy-lips and slowly worked it up her cunt in a series of short, very gentle strokes, until it was totally buried in her hole. She wrapped her arms tightly around him, telling him she would never let go and that he would have to spend the rest of his life lying on her body with his prick buried in her cunt. For a little while, he lay with his full weight on her. They both felt his cock throbbing in the tight warmth of her juicy cunt; then he was ready to give her the fuck they both wanted, but when he tried to get his weight off her, her arms tightened around him.
"Be heavy on me," she panted. "Be rough. Fuck me hard, my babe fucker. Make me know you're fucking me."
Thomas had wanted to be gentle, but since it was not the way she wanted it, he decided to really pound the meat to her. He was heavy on her body and he rode her roughly, his cock stabbing and jabbing strongly, making her pant and grunt. The next time he screwed her, he vowed silently, he would do it gently, but this was one rough fuck that both she and he would remember. Thomas knew he wasn't going to be able to make their fuck last very long, but then he sensed that she was almost ready to climax again. Darla panted confirmation of that, asked him to fuck hard, and then her arms and legs were wrapped tightly around his body and she was crying out and jerking in yet another magnificent orgasm. Thomas waited until it had passed, smiled down into her face, then broke the grip of her arms and took his weight off her body, supporting it on his hands. When he started fucking Darla again, he did it slowly and she loved it, sighing and telling him that she had never been fucked so gently and beautifully. He surprised himself by making the slow fuck last a long time. Then his balls flashed the signal that it was time to cum. Lowering his body onto her again, he gave her a few more long strokes of stiff cock. Then she was holding his jerking body strongly as he fired his hot load into her greedily sucking cunt.
"Yes, baby, yes," she whispered as spurt after spurt of cum shot into her hole. "Give it all to me. Shoot it in my cunt, babe. Yes... yes... yes," she cooed until he was finished and, with a deep sigh, he became just a little heavier on her. But his tired body was a beautiful burden for Darla, and she didn't want to part with it, ever.
They lay for a little while, resting. Then they got up and walked into the kitchen, her garter belt and nylons the only clothing in sight. Darla produced a bottle of whiskey, and they drank a toast to the miracle they had found. At one point, Thomas had his back turned to her. When he turned to look at her, he saw tears in her eyes. Putting his drink down, he took her in his arms and asked about them.
"I'm so afraid, Thomas. It was so beautiful. It was like I was just born again. I don't want it to be just a one-time thing. I couldn't stand that."
"You sweet, silly babe," he said, laughing as he gave her a smack on one cheek of her ass. "I feel exactly the way you do, and as far as I'm concerned, this is just the beginning of our life together."
They kissed, and then Darla felt better. There were still tears in her eyes, but she told him that they were happy tears and he understood.
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Chapter 2.
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The first thing Connie noticed when she got home from school was the happy look on her mother's face and the gleam in her eyes. The next thing was the bouquet of long-stemmed, red roses. Despite being only eleven, it wasn't hard for Connie to connect the two, and to realize that there was just one missing ingredient - the man.
"You've got a boy friend!" she gasped aloud, not yet sure whether or not she liked the idea. "Tell me about him, Mother."
"You sound more like a mother talking to your daughter," Darla told her. "Just for that, I'm not going to tell you a thing about him - except that his name is Thomas, he's forty-one years old, a widower, he's very handsome and charming and sensitive and he has a daughter of twelve and a son of eleven. Now that's all," she said, more than a little out of breath.
"How did you meet him? Where? You hardly ever go anywhere."
In her lighthearted, lightheaded mood, Darla couldn't help wondering how it would sound if she told her daughter that she met him when he was being a peeping Tom at her window, jerking himself off while he watched Monty licking her cunt and fucking her.
"He's a businessman and I met him in the course of business. You're going to meet him soon, and I have a hunch you'll like him. You're not going to get upset about my having a relationship with a inane are you, Connie?"
"No, Mother. You're young and pretty, and I guess you deserve it. It's just that after all the things I heard you say about men and marriage, I'm surprised. Are you going to marry him?"
"I don't know for sure, sweetie. I guess it's a possibility, but it's a little early for such major decisions. For the time being, we're going to get to know each other a lot better. To this point, we seem to be perfectly suited for each other."
Stealing another glance at her mother, seeing that her face was still flushed, that she was a little red around the mouth, as though she had been necking heavily, Connie wondered if her mother had been in bed with her man, but she pushed the thought away. They talked of school and other things, but it wasn't what either of them was really thinking about.
Thomas came to visit at 8p that same evening, and Connie saw at once why her mother liked the man. She was pleased, too, that he didn't bring her any gift, was not trying to buy her affection or approval, and he didn't talk down to her as so many adults tended to do. Her mother had greeted him at the door with a warm kiss, but after that, they chatted like friends, with no hand-holding or other displays of affection. They seemed to welcome Connie in their conversation, and she stayed with them for about a half-hour, then excused herself and went to her room.
Darla and Thomas found many things to talk about, and they were still talking long after midnight when Darla was sure her daughter was soundly asleep. She didn't want to take chances, though, so she took Thomas to the basement room where the couch served them well as he made love to her with his hands and mouth for a long time before he was ready to fuck her.
"I'd love it if you fucked me again, Thomas," she whispered as he stroked her cunt gently, "but tell me the truth. Would you like me to suck your cock? You've sucked my cunt so well and so often."
"If it's the truth you want - Yes! I'd love that. I haven't had my cock sucked in so long. Are you sure you don't mind doing it?"
"Far from minding, I'll enjoy doing it very much. Your cock felt so good in my cunt, now I want to feel it in my mouth. I want to feel your cum shooting in my mouth. Lie back, babe, and I'll suck you off."
But instead of doing that, he had her lie back on the couch and he went down on her for the third time that evening, sucking and licking her cunt thrillingly until she climaxed strongly, being careful not to make too much noise, though she didn't feel like being careful about anything. Her pussy was still tingling warmly as her man lay on his back beside her and she crouched beside him to play with his big, strong prick. It would have felt so good, she thought, to straddle his body, to guide his cockhead into her slit, then lower herself on it and impale her snatch, but she told herself that it would feel better to suck on the big dick and feel his warm, rich cum shooting into her mouth. When she started to take the cock into her mouth, she felt a hand tugging at her and changed her position so that her fucker had her ass to play with while she went to work on his prick. A hand squeezed one smooth cheek, and Thomas again told her how beautiful and exciting her ass was; then she was opening her mouth and slowly pushing the big velvet cockhead into it, making Thomas groan with delight.
If her former husband had done anything for her, Darla thought, it was teaching her how to suck a cock. He had begun the training during their honeymoon, and while she had been nervous, she began enjoying the act during her first blow job. She got to enjoy it more and more until it reached the stage where he wanted nothing but cocksucking. Only then did she stop enjoying giving head. But she was enjoying the act immensely as his big, beautiful cockhead filled her mouth and she held his dick with one hand, while the other explored, touching belly, thighs and balls, cupping the heavy, hairy sac gently with a silent promise that she soon would drain it, and that there would be other cocksuckings in the beautiful future. Seeing how much her man was enjoying the blow job, Darla took it slow, removing his rod often from her mouth to let it cool down a little. He let out a little grunt of objection the first time Darla took his dick out of her mouth. When she told him it would last longer that way, he smiled and told her to take all night if she wanted to. Darla wasn't the type to time a blow job, or any other sexual act, but when she started, she heard the antique clock on the mantel deride quarter to twelve. When it struck midnight, his cock was still hard and strong, and it delighted her to see that she had made the blow job last so long.
"Do you want me to finish you up now, babe?" Darla asked as she took his cock out of her mouth one more time, her hand giving the shaft a little squeeze.
"Make it last as long as you like, my angel. It has to be the most beautiful cocksucking any man ever received. Try to finish by ten-thirty. I have an appointment then."
Darla laughed, teasingly licking the head of his prick. Her hand gave it a few slow, loving pulls, and then she pushed the tool into her mouth again and resumed the delightful blow job, keeping him panting and moaning with lust. He had carried her beyond heaven with his mouth, and she was determined to do no less for him. But even in taking, Thomas was giving, too, as he fondled her ass so lovingly, stroking the cheeks, fingering her ass and, from time to time, pushing a hand between her thighs to tease her pussy. She heard a change in his sounds and felt his body tensing. There was no time then for teasing, no need for further delay. His cock had been well-sucked and now it was time for him to fire his load and for her to taste his sperm. Making muffled moaning and humming sounds in her throat, Darla sucked more greedily, taking more and more of the shaft into her mouth. As she felt his dick expanding, she drew her head back a little so that only the cockhead was in her mouth. The first spurt of cum in her mouth was just a small one, but the second was much bigger. So was the third and the fourth and the next twelve to fifteen spurts as Thomas shot much more cum into her mouth than she would have expected, considering their morning fuck session. She sucked until his balls were drained. At last he pushed her head gently away from him still moaning like a dying man. As he did, she heard the clock strike the quarter hour and was delighted to see that she had been sucking his cock for a half- hour.
While her man recovered from the magnificent blow job, Darla was content to lie with her cheek on his belly, one hand stroking a strong, hairy thigh. She observed that while his thighs and the base of his belly were hairy, the rest of his body was free of hair, smooth and thrilling to touch. It was just, she told herself, another way in which her exciting man was so perfect. She wondered how it could be that no other woman had claimed him before she found him - or, more to the point, she amended, before he found her in her room, getting fucked by her dog. It was a wonder to her, too, that instead of his having been horrified at the sight, it had so taken him that he had to meet her, that he had sent her a letter, the letter which had first filled her with terror and shame.
"Come to me, my beautiful angel," Thomas said tiredly. "I want to kiss the mouth that did such wild, wonderful things to my cock. I've never been sucked like that no man ever has."
She hurried into his arms, and then their mouths came together in a fiercely passionate kiss which went on and on before it ended and he told her again what a magnificent job she had done and Darla glowed with pride.
"I don't know how long that lasted, but it seemed like hours."
"I know exactly how long it lasted, babe. It was thirty minutes," and then she told him about the clock.
"Christ, at a million dollars a minute - and it was worth at least that - I owe you a hell of a big bill." "Don't bother with money, babe," Darla told him. "Income tax would take so much of it. The next time we get together, lap my cunt in that special way of yours, and then I'll owe you."
They laughed, and then Thomas didn't want to wait until the next time.
"But you must be tired, my poor angel."
"I'll never be too tired to eat that magic cunt," he assured her. "Now open those beautiful legs and my mouth will say thank you in a different way."
"You know I can't say no to a cunt-lapping, sweetie, especially the way you do it, but at least lie back so I can serve you your hot, juicy snack."
"And I can play with that beautiful ass while you feed me. That sounds perfect, better than perfect, my babe," Thomas told her. Then he lay back and she slowly straddled him.
Darla allowed him to stare up into her open gash, his hands coursing over her silken butt. Then she gave a warm sigh and her crotch came down slowly until Thomas felt the lips of her cunt on his mouth and he began to suck it. Her snatch was deliciously juicy and warm. As his hands fondled the cheeks of her beautiful ass, he went on sucking and lapping while she squirmed and sighed with joy until she felt her climax building and she panted that message to him. His tongue curled around her clit. Then Darla came again, and her crotch massaged his face while wave after delicious wave broke over her. Darla told herself that the rest of her life was going to be full of such magic moments with her magic man.
"Mother, are you having sex with Thomas?" Connie asked her mother as they met in the kitchen after school the next day.
"Yes, sweetie, I am. I've never lied to you, so I see no reason to start now. After all, sex is a natural thing between a man and a woman, especially when they're in love."
"I'm glad for you, Mother. Is sex always good?"
"No, sweetie, it isn't always. It is with Thomas and me, though, and I have a hunch it'll only get better."
"It wasn't good with Daddy, was it?"
"In the beginning it was. Then it died out. I'm not saying it was his fault or that he was a bad man. Things just died between us."
"I think you're being very generous to him. I'm still just a kid and I was younger then, but I know he spent every evening drinking beer and watching TV. He was usually drunk when he went to bed, wasn't he?"
"You're more than just a kid, sweetie. Actually, you're very observant. Yes, it's true that your father lost interest in sex. I was hungry for a long time, and since Thomas came along, it's like being born again in a beautiful new world."
"Sex must be so exciting," Connie observed with a little sigh, "and I've got so long to wait."
"I know, sweetie. I can understand how you feel. I was eleven once, you know. When I had that longing to grow up and try sex, I'd go to my room, take my panties off and masturbate. I take it you do that when you're in the mood?"
"Gee, Mother you're really frank. I keep wondering about it. I hear other girls talking about it, and they make it sound nice, but I'm afraid."
"Afraid? Why?"
"Because, well, I heard that if you do it too much, you can break your cherry and that too much of it makes your pussy too big and stretched out, and men don't like that."
"Oh, you poor lamb, that's all garbage. It's like telling boys that if they jack off, they'll grow hair on the palms of their hands. Those are just things that are said to scare children. I suspect most of them began with churches or religious parents who think that to have fun is a sin. A pussy will stretch a mile before it will tear an inch - it stretches or contracts to accommodate whatever is put inside it."
"You mean there's nothing wrong with masturbating? It isn't abnormal or anything?" Connie asked, surprised.
"It's as normal and as natural as breathing, sweetie. Far from being a bad thing, it's a good one. People who don't masturbate suppress natural feelings, and suppressed feelings can lead to trouble. It's natural for people, children as well as adults, to get horny from time to time. I pity anyone who doesn't. When that happens, there comes a certain tension. Masturbation is nature's safety valve."
"You mean anytime I feel that way, it's all right to go ahead and finger my pussy?"
"Well now, when you say anytime, I'm not sure I can go that far. If you fingered your pussy in class, it wouldn't go over too well."
"Oh, Mother!" Connie said, and they both laughed. "I wish we'd had this talk before."
"I'm sorry, sweetie. The fault's mostly mine. I should have paid more attention."
"Don't blame yourself, Mother. You're wonderful. I wouldn't want any other woman in the world for a mother," Connie said and hugged her mother tightly.
"Mmmm, this must be my week," Darla said and beamed. "First Thomas told me so many wonderful things, and now you. If you keep this up, I'll start believing it all."
"You should believe it, Mother. It's true and I'll bet what he tells you is, too. Mother, now that we've gone this far, I guess it's time for me to ask you something."
Darla hugged her daughter more tightly; then she asked in a whisper, "Do you mean you want to learn more about fingering your pussy?"
"Yes," her daughter replied and blushed.
"Then let's go to the bedroom for a little lesson. You're going to like it a lot, sweetie," Darla told her as they left the kitchen.
In the bedroom, Connie hugged her mother again, and Darla felt her trembling. "Nervous, babe?" she asked.
"Yes, I guess I'm plenty nervous, but I feel kind of excited, too."
"That's a good way to feel, babe. I always feel that way when I'm getting ready to finger myself. I like it best in the mornings when I'm still sleepy. Sex is always best first thing in the morning, as far as I'm concerned."
"Tell me about it, Mother. Tell me what you do and how you feel."
They sat on the edge of the bed. Darla put an arm around her daughter, then tried to explain it in full detail, not just her actions, but her feelings as well. Since she had decided to be totally honest with her daughter, she told of some of the fantasies she enjoyed while masturbating, fantasies which included a man who sucked and fondled her tits and ass and cunt, and who fucked her. While she talked, her daughter squirmed with passion. It wasn't long before Darla was doing the same.
"It must be thrilling to have a man suck your cunt, Mother," Darla said, her voice breaking.
"Yes, babe, it is and your day will come. You're only eleven now. Just a few more years and you'll be ready."
"Oh, Mother, I know I shouldn't ask this, but I can't help it. Has Thomas sucked your pussy yet?"
"Yes, babe. Last night after you were asleep, we went down to the rec room and played for a long time. We were both naked, and he did everything to me. He sucked my cunt and made me cum three or four times that way, and I took his cock in my mouth and sucked him off. I've never met a man as exciting as Thomas. He's such a fucker."
"Oooohhh, Mother!" Connie squealed. "That's so exciting! Did you ever suck Daddy's cock?"
"Yes, he's the one who taught me. Thomas tells me nobody ever sucked his cock as beautifully as I did. I hope he really meant it. I did my best, and it took me half an hour before I made him shoot his cum in my mouth."
"Oh, Mother," Connie squealed and pressed closer, "I'm so horny!"
"Now that you mention it, sweetie, I'm pretty horny myself. I think after you've had your orgasm, I'll need one, too."
"Oh, yes, Mother, do it! I know, you do it first and I can watch you. Come on, Mother, let's take all out clothes off and do it right now."
"Wait a minute, sweetie, I'll have to think about that a bit," Darla said, trying to find the strength to resist, but she searched in vain, and then they were standing by the bed, undressing, Connie almost tearing her clothes off in her hurry, eager to see the mature body of her mother, sensing that it was going to be a very beautiful one.
"What a little beauty you are, babe," Darla said as she eyed her naked daughter. "Your titties are coming along so nicely. It's hard to believe you're not even thirteen yet! That's a nice little pussy bush you're developing, too. Turn around and let me see your ass."
Eagerly, the girl turned and Darla smiled as she looked at her asscheeks. Like her own, they were perfect mounds, and she hoped they would stay that way as Connie developed.
"You're going to have an ass like mine, I think," Darla told her. "I've always felt mine was too big, but Thomas swears it's the most beautiful one he's ever seen. He loves to kiss and lick it, and it drives me right up the wall, it feels so good." Moving closer to her daughter, Darla put a hand on one cheek and squeezed. She found firm flesh and skin that was smoother than silk; then she found herself enjoying it too much and took the hand away.
"That felt nice, Mother, nice and sexy. I guess I'm sexy all over today," Connie added as she turned and watched her mother unhooking her bra. She gasped as the garment was removed, and her eyes blinked at the sight of the enormous F-cup boobs, so big yet so firm and smooth-looking.
"Oh, Mother, what a beautiful big pair of ti... breasts you have. Gee, you're beautiful."
"Thank you, babe. It's all right to call them tits. I like the word. Thomas and I use all the strong words. It makes it more fun that way."
"My god, they're REALLY big when you unstrap them from your bra. How big are they?" the young girl asked.
"Honey! They're 38F-cups if you have to know. I have to have my bras special-ordered, and they're very expensive."
"Oh, please, Mother, let me touch them. Let me feel your... huge tits."
While Darla hesitated, thinking that perhaps it was time to draw the line, Connie reached for the big, firm boobs, and then she was panting as she fondled them. Her hands felt good, so good that Darla's nipples hardened fast, elongated excitingly, the size of them delighting her wildly aroused daughter.
"Honest, Mom, I'm not queer or anything," Connie panted as she fondled the luscious tits, "but this feels so good. I never knew tits could be so exciting to feel like this. Wow, look, your nipple is wider than my hand!"
"Yes, sweetie, it's exciting for me, too. That's my areola, not my nipple, just so you know. By the way, I don't think queer is a nice word, but we'll talk about that later. I think we're both ready for some fingering, don't you?"
"Oh, yes, Mother. Take your panties off and show me the rest. Then we'll finger our pussies. Oh I'm so horny!"
Since Thomas had made her so proud of her plump, well-rounded ass, Darla turned her back to her daughter, then slowly pushed her panties down, delighted by the gasp she heard.
"No wonder Thomas says your ass is beautiful, Mother," the girl said with feeling. "It really is. I hope mine will look like that someday."
Darla was pushing her panties down when she felt two smooth hands on her ass, one squeezing each cheek. When her panties fell around her ankles, she stepped out of them. Then she was naked except for her garter belt and nylons. As she did, she had to warn herself of the danger of things getting out of hand. Never before had she felt any sexual arousal toward another female, and it frightened her that she was becoming so wildly passionate in the presence of her own, innocent daughter. A couple of strong orgasms would settle them both down, she decided. Taking her daughter onto the bed, Darla told her all she knew about masturbation and explained the function of her clit, telling her that while general playing with the cunt felt nice, the clit was really the trigger of the orgasm. She parted willing legs and found Connie's passion bud. As she touched it, the girl panted and squirmed.
"Feels nice, babe, doesn't it?" Darla asked as she stroked the little clit with a finger she had wet in her mouth.
"Oh, yes. It almost hurts, but it feels so good. I never knew it could feel this wonderful. Mother, I want you to do it all the way and make me cum, but please do it to yourself first and let me watch."
"All right, sweetie," Darla said, then pushed the finger all the way into her daughter's cunt and worked it in and out a few times. "I'm really in the mood for a big orgasm anyway."
"Ooh, that feels so good," Connie said as her mother took the finger out of her pussy. "Is that what it feels like when a cock is working in and out of your cunt?"
"Something like that, sweetie - only a cock is so much bigger around and longer. It really stretches a cunt. "
"How big is a cock? How big is Thomas's?"
"Bigger than your father's." With her right hand, Darla showed her daughter what the circumference of Thomas's tool was, then showed her the length of it. The description so thrilled Connie that in that moment, she knew she was going to find a way to look at the real thing. She didn't know how she was going to arrange that, but she knew that somehow she would. Then her mother lay back on the bed and parted her legs. But before Darla's hand reached her crotch, Connie's was there, feeling the warm slash, patting it and rubbing it gently as she panted with arousal, telling her mother how exciting her pussy felt. When Darla told her to, Connie took the hand away and wet it with her mouth. When the hand returned to the warm, soft cunt, Connie understood why it would be wet as it slid more easily over the soft lips; then she parted them and looked at the shiny wet interior of the first cunt she had ever really seen. She had checked her own with a hand mirror, but that wasn't really the same. As she admired and patted her mother's snatch, she recalled what Darla had said about Thomas sucking it and sensed that it would be a thrilling thing to do. For a moment, she considered putting her mouth on her mother's pussy, but she rejected the idea, fearing that it would upset her mother and spoil everything.
"All right, sweetie, I'll take over now," Darla said. "I've just got to have that orgasm and I think it's going to be terrific."
Connie took her hand out of the warm crotch then, and her mother put one of hers there, showing how she rubbed her pussy a little before starting; then Darla's hand stopped rubbing, and Connie watched a finger slip into the slit, working in and out for a little while. Connie saw the look of passion on her mother's face, saw her naked body squirming and decided that must be the way she looked when Thomas was lying on top of her, fucking her with his big prick. At the thought, she trembled and felt a fresh surge of passion; then she saw the finger as it came almost totally out of the cunt, just the tip left inside.
Sighing, Darla told her daughter she was stroking her clit and that she was going to cum quickly. That didn't surprise the girl as she saw how fast the finger stroked, heard her mother's labored breathing and the sighs, deep, loud sighs which were almost moans. She saw, too, that her mother couldn't keep from squirming her bare ass over the bed and in her lust, Connie wanted to be a man, wanted to throw herself on Darla and fuck her with a big, hard prick. Neither knew how long the fingering had been going on when Darla panted loudly, her voice breaking, that she was going to cum. Connie caught her breath and held it, then she saw her mother's body jerk strongly, her back arching in passion. Her body fell onto the bed, and she cried out loudly as orgasm swept over her. All through the climax, Darla's face was contorted as though in pain, but as the spasms passed, that changed to a smile of contentment, and she sighed warmly and opened shiny eyes which were suddenly filled with very bright stars, Connie saw.
"Help me, Mother. Help make me cum, too!"
Smiling, Darla had her daughter lie back with legs wide apart, then she put a finger back into her own pussy, to wet it. She heard Connie give a little cry of delight as the finger went to her crotch. Crouching over the girl, Darla slowly pushed the finger into her little cunt and drew a sound that was both sigh and moan as the finger probed inside. With her left hand, Darla fondled a firm little tit, the touch adding to Connie's arousal; then she went on fingering her daughter's cunt. Darla couldn't understand how, so shortly after having discovered the real love of a man, she could get so wildly aroused by a female, but she was, and there was nothing she could do about it. She hungered to press her face into the virginal crotch of the girl and suck her cunt, but she was able to resist, if only barely.
"Oh, Mother," Connie panted, her voice rough with passion, "I'm going to cum!"
"Just relax, babe and let it happen."
As she talked, her tone warm, Darla went on with the thrilling fingering of her daughter's tiny cunt until she saw the pretty young face contort with passion, heard a loud gasp followed by panting and grunting as the naked body, glistening with sweat, jerked strongly in orgasm. Taking the finger away from Connie's pussy, Darla impulsively took her in her arms and held her tightly, her face pressed against the base of the smooth young tummy so that she felt the fuzz of Connie's cunt bush on her cheek. It would have been so easy to part Connie's legs and press her face into her crotch to suck her, that Darla became frightened and kept warning herself that she mustn't do it. And then the orgasm passed and there was a golden glow on Connie's face as she opened her eyes and looked surprised to find herself on Darla's wide bed rather than somewhere up among the stars.
"Oh, Mother, it was so good. I never came that good before."
"You have a sensitive little cunt, babe, and now you know the best way to use your fingers. Anytime you want to, all you have to do is put them together."
"Mmmm, I want to cum again," Connie said, and then her right hand was in her crotch, rubbing her pussy which still felt a little tingly. As she watched her daughter fingering her pussy, it triggered a need in Darla to do the same, so she sat on the bed, Indian style, and slipped a finger in her snatch; then she was fingering her box again. It felt good, so good that she decided one more orgasm couldn't hurt. Again Darla felt the desire to go down on her daughter, and she gave herself a firm warning not to take the big step into lesbian incest.
That evening, Thomas took Darla and her daughter to visit his children. Shelly, his twelve-year old daughter, and Ted, her fifteen-year old brother, seemed to be well-brought-up children and greeted their guests politely, if not too warmly. Darla sensed that there was some resentment in the girl, and that it was aimed in her direction.
"I'm sure you're right, babe," Thomas told her later, as they talked over drinks in the kitchen while the children talked and watched television in the living room, "but she'll soon get over it."
"I'll help her all I can, Thomas. I understand just how she feels. After the death of her mother, she became, in a sense, the woman in your life. Now I come along and challenge her. It's only natural she'd resent me, at least in the beginning."
"With that kind of understanding, sweetie, I'm sure you're going to make out just fine with her."
"Thanks for the high opinion, sweetie, but I'm not sure I deserve it," Darla said, then knew she had to tell about her session with her daughter that afternoon and her almost overpowering desire to go down on Connie. When she told him she had to talk to him, they agreed to go to her house where they could be alone. They told the children they would be gone an hour or so, then they drove to Darla's house. Darla poured tall drinks for them, and they went into the living room where she told him everything that had happened that afternoon, leaving out nothing, not even her desire to go down on her own daughter and suck her cunt.
"You truly are an amazing woman, my babe," he told her, "but you don't need to worry about your desire for her. Until I met you, I was quietly lusting after Shelly's pretty young body. It would have been only a matter of time before I fucked her." "I can't understand it, Thomas" she told him. My sex life's better now than it ever was. Why should this happen to me?"
"The answer to that is easy, sweetie. Sexuality tends to breed sexuality." "Like the more you get the more you want?" Darla asked. "Yes. You've discovered the joys of cunt-lapping and cocksucking, so now you want more. You want to try other, different things - things like sucking Connie's little tits and her cunt. That isn't strange at all."
"But doesn't that make me a lesbian?"
"Not at all. Society builds fences and applies names, labels. It tells us what we may or may not do. I say the labels and rules society imposes are against human nature. Who's to say you shouldn't make love with Connie?" "Then you don't feel that incest is wrong?" "Not in my book." "Please tell me more. I want to be convinced." "In that case," Thomas told her and put a hand under the hem of her dress to fondle a firm thigh, "I'll try my best to convince you."
"You have very convincing hands, babe," she told him with a little sigh as the hand moved higher; then she raised her ass off the couch, and he pushed the hem of her dress up high, feasting his eyes on her lush thighs.
Thomas talked to her of human nature, of love and of human desires. He returned to the theme of society and churches having distorted human nature by damning human acts which were basically acts of love. "The same group glorifies war and killing, yet they condemn love. Just how rational is that?"
"I have to admit that your logic sounds much better. You wouldn't be horrified then if I told you I made love to my own daughter, that I sucked her cunt?"
"On the contrary, I'd be so excited you'd get your cunt well sucked and fucked. As a matter of fact, I think I've talked myself into something while I was at it."
"Shelly?"
"Yes. I saw her in her bra and panties a couple of days ago and I almost shot off in my pants. She's really ready to get fucked, whether she knows it or not. It could make you jealous, though. If you tell me not to, I promise I won't touch her. If it doesn't matter to you, then my babe daughter is going to get fucked. Hell, she's going to get laid sooner or later by some boy, and he'll probably do a lousy job. Since I'm her father and I love her and know what fucking is, I can show her how beautiful it is and help her enjoy the real thing."
"Of course I wouldn't be jealous, babe. How could I? In fact, I'd love to hear all about it. I want you to tell me all the details. Will you?"
"Of course. And you'll tell me all the details? I mean after you've seduced Connie and licked that tender young cunt of hers?"
"I have a hunch that'll be tomorrow, when I see you. In fact, I want to take her home early tonight and take her to bed with me. After it's over, I may let her sleep with me."
"Great, but in that case, I'd better not fuck you. We should keep your cunt nice and fresh for her, in case she wants to suck you, too. I imagine she will."
"Hmmm, I'm afraid you're right, and I'm so in the mood for one of your beautiful fuckings."
"How about a fucking with my tongue?" Thomas asked as her thighs moved apart and his hand went to her warm crotch, gently stroking her cunt through sheer cotton.
"Oh, babe, that would be so wonderful! If you like, I'll suck your beautiful cock and drink all the cum you can shoot," she added, feeling the way his hard cock was making his pants bulge.
"I'd like that very much, my babe. Lift your pretty ass and I'll take your panties off. We really don't need to waste time getting all undressed."
Again Darla lifted her behind off the couch and Thomas took her panties down and off; then she sprawled back to open her cunt for him. Dropping to his knees, he felt his way up her thighs and made her squirm with his sexy, gentle touches until he had a hand in her crotch. She sighed deeply as he played with her cunt, which had warmed up with exciting quickness.
"Oh, yes, babe," she panted, "suck me! Suck my cunt. It's so hot for you."
"Sorry, but I'm afraid I can't, not in this position."
"You can't?" she asked, frowning.
"That's right. In this position, I can't see and feel your beautiful ass. Now if I were to lie on the carpet and if you were to kneel with your cunt and ass right above my face, then you'd really get a terrific cunt-lapping."
"Then what are you waiting for?" she asked, and he laughed as he gave her pussy another little pat before moving away from her and lying on his back on the soft carpet.
Darla went to him and would have knelt astride his head at once, but he told her to stay on her feet with her short dress in place. Understanding, she went to him and slowly raised one foot to take a step over him. Thomas looked up under her dress and his cock throbbed some more as he feasted his eyes on sheer nylons which clung to her legs and thighs, saw her lush white thighs and the black suspenders, then looked up at her scarlet gash and the lower slopes of her beautiful ass.
"Wait just a second," he told her. "I have to open my fly and let my cock out before it breaks off. Jesus, how beautiful and exciting you are, babe. When I was a boy, I used to think of how exciting it would be if I could lie down and look up a woman's dress. Now I know."
Darla watched as, with a little difficulty, he took his hard prick out of his pants; then he sighed and she was sure she could feel his eyes on her thighs and ass and cunt as he rubbed her legs with both hands. At last he told her he was ready to suck and she dropped over him, kneeling with her crotch above his face, raising the hem of her dress so that he could more clearly see her pussy and butt.
"Oh, babe, it's so exciting this way, with all my clothes on," Darla told him as he fondled her thighs with both hands, then reached around her to find her big asscheeks and give them a loving massage. "It makes me hot and horny, like we're doing something forbidden."
"I can see that you really are a naughty little girl, Darla. Of course I suspected that when I looked up your dress and saw that you weren't wearing panties."
"Am I a naughty little girl? You could give me a spanking right on my bare behind, Daddy."
"Thank you, but that lovely ass is too beautiful and too tender. I couldn't stand the thought of doing anything to hurt it."
"Do anything you want, Daddy. I'll be your pretty young Shelly. I'm all horny for you, and after a while I'm going to take my daddy's big cock in my mouth and suck it. What are you going to do to me now, Daddy?"
"I'm going to suck your tender little cunt until you have a great big orgasm, Shelly," he told her, going along with her game and finding it very exciting.
He played with her ass and crotch, and she trembled hotly when he told her to put her crotch on his face, telling her again that he was going to suck her cunt and make her have a big orgasm.
"Oh, yes, Daddy. Yes! Here comes my little cunny right now. See, Daddy? I'm putting it right on your mouth 80 you can suck it and lick it for me."
As Darla talked, sounding very girlish, Thomas looked at her pussy as it came down slowly. His hands held a thrillingly smooth pair of asscheeks, and he could easily believe she was his daughter if he wanted to, but they had played that game. It was more than enough that he had Darla's tasty, hot cunt to suck and her plump, silken ass to fondle. Her pussy touched his mouth lightly then, and he kissed it. His grip on her ass tightened as she sighed loudly, and he began sucking, making exciting, wet slurping sounds in her box. He was content to suck for a long time before sending his tongue up her slit to lap. As he did, he heard her louder sighs and felt her crotch rubbing subtly on his face, making it wet the way he liked to get it wet. He hadn't been licking long before her sighs changed to loud panting, as though she were gasping for breath; then she was crying out loudly as she climaxed and laved his face with the mingled juices trickling from her well-licked cunt. Darla rested on his face for a little whisk after her orgasm, then knelt up again. But Thomas didn't take his hands off her ass, and he smiled up at her as he offered her a second lapping. Her lovely body still glowing, Darla accepted, though her clit told her that it needed a little more time to let some of the sensitivity pass before it would be able to take another delightful licking. Just a few minutes later, he heard her sigh and saw her crotch coming down toward his mouth again. He welcomed it and began sucking her box, lightly at first, letting intensity build gradually until his tongue went into her slit again and Darla's ecstasy became so great that she was squeezing her boobs with passion and joy. When she climaxed hard for the second time, the shock waves were so strong that Darla thought she might die. But then came glorious resurrection with the whole world taking on a warm, golden glow.
"You've been overeating, babe," Darla said as she got off him, "and I'm getting very hungry."
"Would you like me to make you a ham sandwich?" Thomas asked teasingly.
"No thank you, sweetie. I think a nice drink of man seed in my belly would be just right. Do you have some in this beautiful big dispenser?" she asked as her hand closed around the shaft of his strong prick and squeezed gently.
"I think I have enough for a nice drink. Care to help yourself? I love the way you drink, the way you handle the container."
"That container is very precious to me, babe," she told him as she played with his cock. "Tell the truth, Thomas - would you mind standing up so I could kneel at your feet? I think I'd like it that way."
"The way you suck my cock, babe, I'd stand on my head if you wanted it."
They got off the bed. Thomas stood near it, his hands on his hips, telling her she'd be more comfortable sitting on the edge of the bed, but Darla declined, telling him she wanted to be on her knees, in an attitude of prayer while she sucked on his big dong. She trembled as she dropped to her knees, then gently massaged his throbbing cock with her hands, kissing and licking it and making it shine with her saliva. Darla had been playing with his cock for a long time when she finally pushed the rod between her lips and told herself that her mouth had become a cunt for him, that he was going to fuck her new cunt and shoot a big load of rich cum into it. Like before, she sucked delightfully and took his prick out of her mouth from time to time to make the blow job last longer. Then she couldn't wait any longer for her drink, so she sucked greedily and soon she got what she wanted as his cock expanded and began shooting cum. She drank greedily until his big balls were drained. His cock softened as he took it out of her mouth and put it back in his pants. Picking up her panties, he put them on and snugged them around her body with loving care while she held her dress up. He patted the crotch and seat of the clinging garment, then they left to rejoin the children.
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Chapter 3.
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When they returned to Thomas's house, they found the children getting along fine. Darla was delighted, as was Thomas. Darla offered to help prepare a snack, but Shelly thanked her and told her she could handle it. Sensing that it was the thing to do, Darla went into the kitchen with the girl, helping only a little as they chatted, Shelly seeming to warm to her almost in spite of herself.
"Shelly," Darla said impulsively, "I guess you know that your father and I are serious about each other. I think we're very good for each other."
"You do seem to be good for him," the girl admitted as she stacked some biscuits on a plate, not looking up.
"The one thing I want to stress, Shelly, is that I'm not going to compete with you for his affection. He has enough of that quality for a dozen people."
This time the girl did look up. For a second there was no expression at all on her face; then she surprised Darla by turning on a winning smile. "I hadn't thought of it that way," she said and looked genuinely pleased. "Connie makes you sound like a pretty wonderful woman. Dad does, too, for that matter."
"I don't think I'm all that wonderful, Shelly, but I like being happy and like having happy people around me. If we want it, we can have a wonderful life, five warm, friendly people living and loving together." It wasn't the time to say it, but Darla had thoughts which almost made her tremble, thoughts of all five engaging in wild sexual romps with no holds barred.
The TV was turned off and forgotten as the two families ate and chatted. Shelly had come totally into the spirit of the evening following her chat with Darla, and she proved to be vivacious. She showed more than a little of her thighs, and Darla liked what she saw, telling herself that since she was going to get involved in lesbian fun and games with Connie, it would be sheer delight to romp with Shelly as well.
She wondered how she would seduce the girl, then thought that perhaps she should leave that to her daughter, and went on to think that it would be easy as well as pleasant for her to seduce fifteen-year old Ted. That thought caused her thighs to press warmly together. It was still a little before 10p when Darla decided to take her daughter home and seduce her. Shelly sounded sincere in asking them to stay longer, but Thomas, who knew why Darla was taking her daughter home early, said nothing, and they left a few minutes later. During the short drive to their home, Darla and her daughter talked warmly.
"All of a sudden, I'm just so happy. Life seems so beautiful," Connie said impulsively.
"I'm pleased, sweetie," Darla told her and patted her on the thigh. "Do you think our little session this afternoon had anything to do with the way you feel?"
"I'm sure of that. Gee, it was really exciting. I'm still excited about it."
"That's nice, babe. Perhaps we'll go to my room when we get home and do something about that. Would you like that, or are you tired?"
"Are you kidding? I'll never be too tired for things like that. Do you really mean it, Mother?"
"Of course I do. Why do you think we left so early?"
"Oh, Mom, I'm so excited! Tell me," she went on, lowering her voice, "did you and Thomas go back to our place and fuck?"
"We really went there to talk about some very important things, but after we'd talked them all out, we were both so horny that we had to do something. I sat on his face and he licked my cunt twice, and then he took his cock out and I sucked him off. He gave me a belly full of cum," she giggled.
"Ooh, Mother! You're so sexy and exciting," Connie said, then put a hand on her mother's warm thigh.
"It's a good thing we're home," Darla said as she turned the car into the driveway. "That naughty hand of yours doesn't make for safe driving."
As Darla turned off the ignition, Connie's hand became very naughty as it worked into the warmth between her mother's thighs and stroked her panty crotch, which felt a little moist.
"You really were naughty with Thomas, weren't you?" Connie said as she stroked and her mother's crotch began to get hotter.
"Well, his mouth did leave my pussy very wet and when we finished, he just put my panties on and we left. All that juice had to go somewhere."
"I'd love to see you two in action," Connie said in a warm whisper. "In fact, I'd love just to see his cock. From what you tell me, it must be something special."
"Who knows what could happen in the very near future, babe," Darla told her daughter. "For now, though, let's get into the house and out of our clothes. I know what's going to happen there, even if you don't yet."
They hurried into the house, and Connie kept asking her mother what she meant, but all she got by way of answers were excited smiles. Then they were in Darla's bedroom, undressing eagerly, ready to romp, Connie aware that her mother planned something more than fingering, but not aware what it was. Both wore garter belts and nylons, and Darla told her daughter that they could leave them on for the time being since they wouldn't be in the way. "Besides," she added, "I think nylons make a woman's legs look sexier."
"Oh, yes, Mother. I love the way the tops expand around your thighs and contrast with your white skin."
"Thank you, angel," Darla said as she reached for her daughter. "Now let's share a loving kiss before we get on the bed. This is going to be a night you'll remember for a long time, and so will I."
Connie moved smoothly into her warm embrace, and they kissed with passion which kept mounting as their mouths mashed wetly together. When Darla's hands went slowly down to her daughter's behind to fondle it, Connie did the same to her, thrilling to the feel of the plump, smooth cheeks. Before the kiss ended, Darla felt her daughter's heart pounding and knew how exciting and how passionate their meeting was going to be. She thought again of how she was going to suck the girl's tender young cunt, and she trembled violently. The kiss finished. Both of them starry-eyed, mother and daughter got onto the bed and moved into another hot embrace. It lasted for a long time and left them breathless.
"Oh, Mother, tell me what we're going to do," Connie asked, her voice small, the tone warm and excited.
"We're going to do lots of sexy, exciting things," her mother told her, "and we're going to have lots of nice big comes. This morning, when you got up, you were a girl. When you go to sleep tonight, you'll be a woman and you'll never look back."
As she listened to the words, her heart hammering at her rib cage, Connie thought it sounded as if she were going to get fucked, but since that wasn't possible, she told herself, her mother must have something special in mind, something very special and very thrilling, she felt sure. For a little while, they fondled and sucked tits, Connie delighting in the feel of her mother's boobs in her hands and in her mouth. It was no less thrilling when Darla sucked her tits, doing it so excitingly and making the girl think of her mother sucking Thomas's prick. She thought, too, of the hint her mother had given earlier, a hint which indicated that she might soon get to see that big cock which seemed to work such magic on her mother. A hand slide toward Connie's crotch, and it felt so good as it gently rubbed her virgin cunt. She kept sighing and moaning, then found that she was able to reach into her mother's crotch and feel her hot, moist cunt, and that added to her thrill as mother and daughter stroked pussies and exchanged sighs.
"Connie, babe," Darla whispered as her hand moved excitingly in the girl's pussy, "did you really like the sexy way I kissed your mouth?"
"Oh, yes. It was so beautiful, so exciting. I never knew a kiss could be like that."
"A kiss can be better than that, sweetie. How do you think it would feel if you were lying with your legs wide apart and I kissed you just like that - on your warm cunt?"
"Oh, Mother!" Connie responded with a little shriek. "That would have to be the most exciting thing in the whole world. I never dreamed that you'd do that."
"I've never done it, angel. It's going to be the first time for me. Of course I'm not going to stop at just kissing your sweet little cunt. I'm going to kiss it and suck it and get my tongue in your slit and lick. I'll keep doing it until you have a great big orgasm. Do you like the sound of that, angel?" she asked, her hand still gently stroking her daughter's warm little pussy.
"I like that more than I can tell you, Mother. It seems so hard to believe that it's going to happen. Do I get to suck your cunt after you show me how it's done?"
"I hope you will. That sucking and lapping I got from Thomas was divine, but it just made me hungry to get some more of it. Now that's enough talking. I'm really hungry for your little pussy and I'm going to suck your tasty cunt juice right now."
Reaching for a pillow, Darla placed it under Connie, who raised her behind to help, then she moved around to stare into the smooth, warm crotch of her daughter, her tongue licking suggestively over her lips. She bent as she moved closer, and Connie moaned loudly as she felt warm, moist breath in her muff, bathing what was already a very warm pussy, making it warmer. Hands that were strong but gentle, claimed willing legs and raised them high, bending them back over her body; then the hands were holding her smooth thighs, her virgin cunt beautifully presented. A low quavering moan broke from the girl as her mother's mouth kissed her hot cunt, and then Darla was sucking greedily. She sucked for about a minute, then took her mouth off the soft, wet pussy and smiled at her daughter
"Do you want me to stop now, babe? Have you had enough?"
"Oh, no, Mother, don't stop! Don't tease me. Suck my cunt and make me cum!"
Her smile brightening, Darla licked her lips again and tasted her daughter's pussy juice, then returned her face to the warmth of the young pussy, found the soft, moist cunt and resumed sucking. After sucking for just a little while, she licked her tongue into the slit and felt her daughter's body jerk in her hands, heard the louder moan of ecstasy as she probed deeply. As she sucked Connie's box, Darla wondered why she had waited so long to seduce her daughter; then she realized that the old Darla could never have done such a thing, not even to save her life, and that the new Darla hadn't been born until Thomas came along. With that thought came another, and she formed a mental picture of Thomas, naked, his face buried in her daughter's crotch, sucking her cunt. It was followed by a picture of Connie lying naked, her legs wide apart; she was panting as Thomas lowered his nude body onto her and slowly pushed his big, hard prick up her virginal cunt and popped her cherry. The pictures were then turned off. Her mind returned to the scene of the action as she heard louder, different cries from her daughter and knew she was very close to coming. Her tongue licked over the hard little clit a few more times, then Connie erupted in wild climax, ecstasy contained in her every cry until the waves finally stopped crashing over her and she sighed warmly. As mother and daughter lay resting, they talked of how thrilling the experience had been and of how they would repeat it often.
"Mind you, sweetie, it would be a mistake," Darla told her, "to introduce you to lesbian acts and leave you there. It could give you a wrong outlook on life and on sex."
"What do you mean, Mother?" Connie asked, hoping she had already guessed the answer.
"I mean you must also discover the joys of sex with a man, the wonderful joy of having your body fondled and the ultimate pleasure of taking a cock up your cunt in a beautiful fuck."
"Is... is Thomas going to fuck me?"
"Yes. How do you feel about it?"
"Oh, Mother! Call him up and tell him to come right now, this minute."
"I'm afraid we can't do that, babe. You see, Shelly has to be trained first. She's a virgin, too. Right this minute, Thomas's having a long, exciting talk about sex with her. Tomorrow afternoon, he's going to break her cherry. In a couple of days, he'll come here and give you a magnificent fuck."
"Oh, yes, Mother. I only wish I didn't have to wait so long for it. It'll hurt the first time, won't it?"
"Yes, sweetie, it will. But it's a part of the process of maturing. It only hurts the first time. After that there's nothing but pleasure if you get a man who's a good fucker - like Thomas."
"I'm so excited, Mother!" Connie said with a sound like a squeal. "But it's going to be so hard to wait."
"It needn't be, sweetie," her mother told her warmly. "After all, I'm sure we can find things to do to help time pass easily."
"Yes, Mother, such beautiful things."
"Did I hear you say something about wanting to try sucking my cunt?"
"Oh, yes. I really want to do that. Can I do it now, Mother?"
"If you don't, I'll be very hurt, and I don't think you'd want to do that to me."
"You know I'd never do anything to hurt you," Connie said as her mother opened her legs, then sighed at the feel of a gentle young hand rubbing on her warm cunt. There was no more talking then, only a silence that was emphasized by warm sighs and a few panting sounds. Darla sensed that Connie was delaying the actual cunt-lapping not out of fear or apprehension, but because she wanted to prolong the act, wanted to tease herself by waiting. Connie turned a little, sucked one huge boob, then the other. She began kissing her way down her mother's smooth, flat tummy, all the way down until she was grazing in her pussy bush. Darla knew that the eager young mouth was just seconds away from her cunt, which was more than ready to receive a good sucking, despite the two it had taken from Thomas just a little earlier. Connie gave a little cry as she positioned herself and gazed fondly at her mother's cunt; then the cry was repeated as her hands went to Darla's thighs, then moved to her well-fleshed hips. The next cry which came from the girl was muffled by Darla's warm crotch as her mouth found the cunt and pressed warmly onto it, bonging a groan of ecstasy from her mother. Instinct and memory combined to tell Connie just what to do, and she kept her mother moaning and panting through a magnificent cunt-lapping until the woman cried out in orgasm and her big thighs captured and held her daughter's pretty face, rubbing it until the spasms passed.
Darla sighed as her legs fell apart and Connie looked at the well-sucked cunt. It looked so good that she felt an urge to suck her mother's snatch again. She did.
While Darla was teaching her daughter the lesbian arts, Thomas was taking the first step in the seduction of his daughter. He and Darla had worked out the plan together, and she had convinced him that it was a good one.
As soon as their guests left, he sent his son to bed, then took Shelly into the living room for a chat. He began by telling her about Darla and of how happy a family they were going to be, the five of them. When he began talking about sex, he saw that his daughter quickly became excited. Pleased with her reaction, he became more and more explicit in describing various sex acts. Her face became flushed, but he sensed that it was more from excitement than embarrassment, and kept going. She began asking questions, and he answered them in erotic detail, telling how he and Darla sucked and fucked in various positions. When he told her about lesbianism and saw no sign of shock and revulsion.
"Do you know why Darla and Connie went home early tonight?" he asked with an excited smile, and she told him she didn't. "It was to make love. Right now the two of them are naked on her bed. Their breasts are being fondled and sucked, they're playing with each other's asses and pussies and they're sucking and licking cunts and having beautiful comes."
"You mean they're lesbians?" she asked, seeming surprised but not shocked.
"No, they're human beings, very lucky ones. You see, wise people enjoy sex in all the forms they find. A woman can enjoy sex with a man, then move from that to sex with another female."
"But... but Connie is so young. She's only twelve."
"True, but Darla reasoned that sooner or later it would happen to Connie, she'd be introduced to sex by someone. She reasoned it's better for the girl - and I agree - to learn sex from those who love her."
"You say you agree, Daddy. Then what about me? I'm a year older than Connie."
"And your body is much more mature and beautiful. Are you interested in learning about sex with me, sweetie?"
"Yes," she replied without pausing to think.
"I'm very pleased to hear that, sweetie. I love you very much and I'd love to teach you. Tomorrow's perfect for it. It's Saturday. Ted will want to go to the movies, and we'll have the house to ourselves."
"Oh, Daddy, do we have to wait that long?"
"Yes, babe. I'm as anxious as you, but we must be alone in the house and have plenty of time. I'm dying to see and feel your lovely young body. It must be so firm, so beautiful."
"Do you want to see it now, Daddy?" she asked and stood, obviously ready to strip naked for him.
"I want to, very much, but I don't dare. I'll wait until tomorrow. As it is, I think I'm going to have to jack myself off before I can get to sleep tonight. Even though Darla sucked me off so beautifully at her house, I can feel my cock stiffening again."
"Can you, Daddy?" Shelly asked. Then she turned on a bright smile as she reached for the hem of her skirt and slowly raised it over beautiful thighs.
Thomas wanted to tell her to stop, but he couldn't find his voice as he stared at her thighs.
Her panties, when they came into view, were plain, white cotton, but there was nothing plain about the way she filled them as he looked at the little bulge of her cunt mound. She raised her skirt until he saw bare skin above her panties, then she turned and wriggled a beautiful young ass at him. Through the stretched fabric, he clearly saw the crack of her ass and his cock throbbed in full erection as his hunger grew.
"Do you like the way I look in my panties?" she asked as she turned to face him again.
"I like it very much, babe," he told her, his voice breaking.
"I could take them off and let you see everything," s