Has it just been one day? she asked herself, remembering the huge hulking form of the Reverend Doctor Billy Dean Donaldson and the game of un-fucking they had played together, both knowing it was just an excuse to strip naked and jump into bed, to fit the enormous knob of his gnarled, fist-like cockhead within the lips of her delicate cuntal mouth and stick all of it up into her, fucking and filling her with black-man cum. Followed by hours of agonized remorse and recrimination as Betty Sue drove around aimlessly, alone, trying to clear her mind of her sins.
Then, the incredible encounter with Erik, with his cock being tightly clasped inside her very own hand.
And can after can of beer and dope cigarette after dope cigarette, followed by an entire night of sisterly lovemaking that was anything but sisterly as the lesbians writhed through one incestuous fuck session after another… followed by a long, lingering, extra hot tub bath, filled with much cunt fondling and clit stroking, with much breast squeezing and nipple tweaking.
"Suddenly, I feel very tired, Barbara," Betty Sue said, feeling every one of her forty years.
"Me too, Betts," she said, yawning, remembering it had been quite a long day. Yes, she thought, it has been just one day. And she remembered climbing up onto Johan's belly in his hospital room and working his big long cock up to full erection, sliding down on it with her cunt and fucking him ragged.
Then, in Erik's room, with him naked and cock throbbing, with herself just as naked and ready for anything, working the teen up through a prolonged cunt-eating, cocksucking to his very first fuck, almost.
And the night long, machinegun-like cumming in her sister's sweet arms. Barbara Jean thought she had every right to be tired, she had certainly shared enough cum for any one day of her life.
"I think I'll just slip quietly off to my room and collapse," Barbara Jean said, kissing Betty warmly on the mouth, the faint traces of soap and clean flesh lighting up her mouth and her taste buds. "Good night, dear. Please don't wake me up unless you absolutely have to. I might sleep forever."
Betty Sue was pulling the covers up over herself as she watched her sister leave the room and close the door behind her.
Barbara Jean's foot made contact with something sticky that was drying on the carpet. She looked down and saw some funny streaks of drying white flaky stuff all over the bedroom door. Ignoring it, whatever it happened to be, she turned and headed to her own bedroom, walking naked, all her things being forgotten in her sister's bedroom where they had fucked the night away.
She went into her room and pulled down her covers, getting right into bed and curling up into a warm, well-fucked ball, her sex flesh throbbing in used, sensual delight as her eyes slowly closed and her mind began going blank…
First Johan's big hard cock faded from her thoughts, and her taste buds sparkled in her mouth, recalling the peculiarly delicious flavor of his uncircumcised cockhead.
Then Betty Sue's cunt, that dearly loved cunt that had, through the years, shared some memorable cums with Barbara's own pussy, slowly evaporated from her thoughts.
Barbara Jean settled down for a deep, relaxing sleep.
Erik Swensen had had just about all of it he could handle. After all, he wasn't really supposed to be Superman or even Super Cockman, even if he did have a remarkably big slab of meat hanging between his legs. It just wasn't right for them to keep ignoring him that way, his cock, his balls, his genuine need to get fucked, to become a man, to stop being a virgin and move up into the real world of fucking and sucking and all-night cums.
He forced himself to focus his thoughts on just one person, just one cunt, who would, finally, lift his burden from his shoulders.
Naturally he thought of Denise St. James first, of her sweet mouth and her fine titties with the just-right nipples that he lusted after so desperately.
Then he thought of his own dear sweet mother, and of her hand closed around his hard cock shaft, squeezing it, feeling it up, hefting it warmly in a way that no mother should ever hold her son's cock. Erik was as aware of the fact that his mother had groped him as she was herself, even though he had pretended to be asleep. He knew the promise within her caress of his hard-on, and he knew it wasn't at all motherly.
But most of all, he thought of Aunt Barbara. It was her, of all the cunts of his life, who had thus far turned him on the most. It was Barbara lean, with her incredible mouth, who had removed his clothes and admired his body and caressed his sex flesh and explained that everything was all right and that all those exciting things he had dreamed up all by himself to do to some girl with his dick were, after all, possible and highly recommended. It was Barbara Jean Crocker who had taught him the meaning of blowjob and who had allowed him to dig inside her pussy, to smell it and taste it and literally wallow in it until his face was coated with all her heady goodness and his cock was thumping like a sledgehammer and his balls were drawn up tight as rocks and ready to spit fire or at least virgin cum.
Yes, he decided, Aunt Barbara is the one for me. The first one for me. Maybe I'll, fuck all the other girls in the world after that, only I've got to find one to stand still, first, long enough for me to stick it up inside her pussy and get my nuts off. Only with my dick soaking inside my own cum inside some cunt for the very first time can I really lose my virginity.
It had been some time since the noises had died down, the sounds of the water running in the master bedroom bath. Perhaps they had finished their all-night mouth organ recital.
Gee, I wonder if Aunt Barbara went back to her own room or if she's just going to move into Mom's bed, the teen thought. If she is in her room, maybe I can go in there and she'll let me do it to her. His hard teenaged cock thumped solidly and his balls, feeling so heavy they hurt him, twisted around inside their blond ballsac.
Squirming around in his bed for the zillionth time, trying to find a more comfortable spot, a different angle for his hard-on to stick out at, Erik again decided it would be impossible for him to get any sleep, ever, until he learned how to fuck.
If it took the rest of his life, then he would just have to live it without sleep and with a roaring erection.
Denise's nipples! Barbara's tormenting tongue and delicious clit! Mother's warm, cock-squeezing hand and fantastic-looking ass! The teen's mind was filled with provocative fuck flesh and his every thought was centered directly within the head of his burgeoning, foreskin protected cockhead, almost totally exposed and pressing, moistly, against the rumpled sheets, pearly virginal precum drooling from the flexing cock lips and staining the material.
Damn it! he thought. I want to fuck! To fuck! To fuck! Fffuuuccckkk! I want to stick my cock into a cunt and fffuuuccckkk iiiit!
He sat bolt upright in bed, his feverish cock slapping noisily against his firm, flat belly, the knob of it extending way up past his dipped-in belly button and, winking at him. His balls slammed up tightly against the base of his root-cock and began radiating need-to-cum signals to his burgeoning prostate. Even his asshole, buried within the sweat-filled crack of his ass, was twitching irregularly, the shell-pink pucker of his sphincter reacting along with the rest of his sex flesh because of his enormous frustration at remaining fuckless.
Barbara Jean, alone in her big double bed, was warm and comfortable, her thoroughly used cunt still radiating pleasure sensations to the rest of her body and her cunt-licking raw lips tasting faintly of her sister's sweet pussy nectar. She had gone almost instantly into a deep, relaxing, well-fucked sleep and almost right away her mind began filling her head with beautiful visions of fucking and sucking.
Every cock in the world was in the bed with her. Not too many bodies, but a lot of cocks. Some of them she recognized and others her cunt recognized, even if her mind had lost them somehow. The feel of them was still there, stamped indelibly upon the inner walls of her soft buttery cuntal canal.