Indeed, what a bore it would be to be stuck with only one indefinitely. – With the solid exception of Arnold, of course, whom she genuinely loved. She had become so used to and dependent on his love-making over the years that she occasionally wondered what she would ever do if she lost him and had to live without it. But of course that question would probably not arise for a great many years yet.
She smiled softly to herself as she considered the turn of events. In Anchorage two young men had worked their penises into her mouth together and she had suffered the eternal joy of being able to lip-milk both of them at once – with both of them squirting their warm virile sperm into her ravenously working mouth at once! What rapture! She had cum almost immediately afterwards gushing out interminable sprays of orgasm all over everything. There was a night to remember if there had ever been any.
But now what about her son-in-law? How was she going to get started on him and where would the pattern take her? With her gorgeous, raven-haired daughter-in-law in Alaska, it had actually been up to her herself to work the molten-eyed, innocent young beauty into an adequate state where she would take anything that came her way. She had had to maneuver Princess (strange name, that) to where they were showering together, and the shy girl had taken considerable coaxing just for that. ("But you're not afraid of me, are you, dear?" Sarah had asked intimidatingly.) Though of course in the long run she couldn't refuse anything of her lovely mother-in-law, whom she adored. And she realized how foolish she was being.
So they showered together – and then, of course, Sarah had soaped her all over as if it were the most natural thing in the world, her hands squeezing her firm young breasts, the soap 'cleansing' and teasing her pussy so hard that the girl had almost cum just standing in the shower.
Finally they had stumbled from the shower and towards the bed, with Sarah at last dominating and firmly in command. She stroked the girl until she went out of her head, sucked on her sensitive young tits, licked her churning cunt, then mounted her manlike and took her mouth in hers as she ground their wonderfully excited pubic mounds nakedly together.
At which point Arnold had stolen in, stark naked, and taken complete command, the helpless young girl by then out of her mind and helpless with passion. He had spread her legs and as he crawled between them his cock had slid into her effortlessly as Sarah took snapshots with the Polaroid. Over his shoulder as he fucked her, Princess had flailed her head from side to side and hissed up in her helplessness: "I – hate you – both…" But she had continued to go out of her mind for her father-in-law's love-making, and before the end of their stay he was regularly fucking her all day long while their son, Ron, was away at work. Their last day she had fairly begged for Arnold to let her suck him to orgasm in her mouth which he did willingly.
But that was all water under the bridge. Another young girl who would be prepared to do the same for Arnold on all their visits in coming years, hopelessly drugged with overpowering desire whenever he showed up.
For now, as her reward, there was still her young son-in-law, Steve, to be mastered. Her loins were almost screaming with need for him. She had been thinking of him all day long.
The conversation at the dinner table was sometimes droll, sometimes dull, and yet the low sexual undercurrent continued to build. Occasionally she caught Steve studying her sensuously outlined breasts, and this made her proud. With younger men this was the inevitable big attraction. They were all chest crazy without exception. A woman like her had no difficulty at all with them, given the right opportunity.
After dinner they shared light aperitif together, and gabbled on about one thing and another. Gradually it developed that Arnold felt like going out for the evening, especially after that long, boring train ride cross country, while Jan, at the other end of the spectrum, pleaded that she had a headache and would just as soon stay home.
"Anything serious, darling?" Steve asked concerned.
"No," she said lightly, fingers at her forehead, "it's just a very slight headache. But I'd just as soon take it easy." And then she shot a quick glance at Rex, whose eyes were glinting hungrily like tiny fires – and her pussy began to swell up between her thighs with moisture and desire.
Steve gave her a slight peck on the cheek. "All right, darling, you take it easy."
It was finally decided that Arnold, Sarah, and Steve would go out together while Jan stayed home and recovered. Sarah had no doubts at all what Arnold had in mind – they had discussed their procedure many times. Arnold had found out from their swingers magazine a place where all manners of lascivious, licentious things went on. It was there that they would take their innocent young son-in-law, in the hopes that this would loosen up his moral fiber somewhat.
Not that she anticipated any difficulty, of course. Young men eventually always gave in to her – especially after she had opened up her seductive charms on them for awhile. After all, the standards for a man were somewhat looser. And if they had been capable of seducing Princess, her pretty, naive young daughter-in-law, then certainly a handsome, normally healthy young man like Steve Winslow would present no problem. They needed only to be very careful so that he did not become prematurely alarmed.
Sarah smiled softly to herself. The evening was going to be an interesting challenge. Seducing the young innocents was her favorite and most intoxicating game. She shrugged and pressed out her breasts until they filled her blouse expansively. She was ready for the coming seduction, and it was going to be a honey. She could barely wait for the first warm pulsating jets of his sperm to come spurting up through her cuntal passage and filling her belly to the bursting point.
She was convinced that the evening was going to work out all right.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The place that Arnold had in mind was not far from the Water Tower Inn in Chicago. As they drove along in the rented car, they chatted amiably, Steve alone by himself in the back seat. Sarah sat in the front next to her husband, but she kept her hand under her dress, pulling her panties aside and gently massaging her cuntal mound, as she appeared to talk casually with her handsome son-in-law. Her loins were really getting worked up, she thought. Something had better happen soon between her and that tall, dark and handsome hunk of young man.
The lights of the city went swiftly by them, all bright and twinkling in the early evening. Even in the ghetto it seemed as if people were out for a good time, carousing with bottles of wine in their hands, arms around sultry, lusty black women with large, heaving busts and bright, flashing smiles. And before long they had reached the Gold Coast, where they left the car in a parking lot in back of the Ambassador East and then made their way by foot to the secluded hideaway between the Water Tower Inn and the Elks Mosaic Temple.
The building was almost entirely constructed of concrete blocks, and Steve looked around himself curiously as they passed through the large West African mahogany double doors which were presided over by an immense Negro bearing a faint resemblance to Harry Belafonte. Then they were in a long, marble-tiled corridor and making their way towards a huge shining metal door at the far end.
"Where – just what sort of place is this?" Steve asked, looking around.
Sarah gripped his hand snugly. "You'll see, dear. Just wait and see."
While Arnold guffawed loudly. "Best show in town, son. And so long as Jan is not here with us, there's no harm in your joining us. – But you'll see what we mean in a few moments."
Steve didn't know what to make of it. Actually he felt that his in-laws were being altogether too mysterious about wherever it was they were taking him. He half-suspected that the wildest thing they could think of would be an illicit bingo parlor presided over by a bunch of old ladies holding long, thin cigarette holders and dressed a la 1930's.