His broad, heavy staff of solid cock was a quivering baton, its gleaming skin shining with juice. Once again Becky's mouth swallowed the purple plum of his swollen glans, her hand surrounding the heavy flesh bag containing his balls. She caressed his balls gently as her O-shaped lips excited and provoked his steely shaft.
Down her mouth moved, now a good inch below the sensitive ridge of his flaring corona, and her tongue lay flat along the vein-lined underside. Down again she went, pulling more of the tangy, pulsating flesh between her lips.
"Sonofabitch!" Merton exclaimed. "Oh sweet Jesus! Becky, I love you. Oh God! You're driving me out of my ever-fucking mind."
From the tingling pulsation's in his prick, she knew he was already on the brink of an orgasm. She knew he would harden again after, and yet, she wanted something this time, too.
What a superb hard cock. What a magnificent monument of flesh. If only his prick could stay like this all the hours he was with her, she would fuck and suck him constantly.
I want that fucking stick between my pussylips, she finally decided, raising her head. The sperm was already coming from the excited tip of his delicious prick in streams rather than drops.
"Merton," she whispered. "Merton, fuck me. Fuck me, now!"
He didn't need to be told twice. He pulled her up and rolled her over, throwing her down on the bed, his cock punching its way between her thighs. Even so, he needed one hand to guide it into her cunt, letting those soft, yet slick, lips surround hip prick. His mouth came down hard on her right tit, strongly sucking on it, his teeth chewing the dark nipple. He sucked her full tit, nursing hungrily.
His hard cock pushed deeper now, slowly making inroads into the hot tunnel of her hungering cunt. She writhed, pushing her body forward, doing her best to impale her pussy on his thrusting prick. And then he was thundering into her, moving with tremendous speed until his balls slapped against her asshole.
Merton emitted a long, loud moan. The pleasure for him became so great, his mouth opened wide, and the nipple fell from his lips. With his weight on his elbows, he pulled back his cock slightly, then rammed forward again. The next time he pulled his cock back a bit more. Each succeeding stroke was longer, deeper, more thrilling, more sensational. He made Becky squirm beneath him with undulating passion.
Her left hand reached all the way down, to touch his tight balls. More sparks seemed to shoot through him as her nails lightly scratched his swaying testicles.
Now her body began a rotating, twitching motion, and she felt the seven inches of cock throb violently against her cunt walls. This was one motion his cock couldn't resist, and she knew it was a matter of mere seconds before his first orgasm came blasting out of him and into her cunt.
She wanted to come with him.
"Hold back… a little longer," she begged, still rotating her cunt, driving his cock wild with sizzling sensuousness. But now movement was difficult, because his swollen prick had enlarged to even greater proportions, and it took all her concentration to make it plunge into her cunt.
He began the final fuck strokes now, thrusting into Becky with long, hard, swift strokes. Becky loved fucking. She loved fucking with him because it was his cock, just as he received special enjoyment from her cunt.
Becky felt her husband's first wild spurts splatter into her cunt, and she knew she would be joining him almost instantly. Digging her heels into the bed, she jammed her loins against his prick, catching his squirting semen in her simmering snatch, using the sperm as an added lubricant, smearing it along the length of his pumping prick.
His cock was still hard, and now it was reaching into her, teasing that warm glow deep down inside her cunt. Finally, an orgasm crashed through her body like a wild, swinging hammer.
It walloped her with a greater surging than she had expected, and she yelled, "Mertonnnnnn… oh God, Merton… Fuck me!"
He grunted repeatedly as he unleashed thick, sticky streams of sperm into her sucking pussy. By now he was used to the way her cunt held his cock tightly inside her pussy. Used to it? Hell, he damn well liked it. There was no woman like Becky.
"Are you sure it turns into an orgy?" Becky asked afterward, as they lay side by side on the bed.
"That's what I heard," he nodded. "We can always back out if you feel like it."
"No," she answered, shaking her head. "I know there's no man like you as far as I'm concerned, but I think I'd like to try another man or two, at least this one time. But I want you there, making sure it's all out in the open."
"Okay, just so long as you don't get mad if I fuck one or two of the female cousins."
"Merton, I told you before, I don't object to your fucking them, or even doing a sixty-nine. Just don't let me catch you enjoying it as much as you do with me."
"Like I said before, honey, there's nobody as good as you."
CHAPTER THREE
Jack Atkins wasn't too keen on going to the Cousin's Club party. Not that the idea of fucking all his female cousins bothered him. But he didn't like the idea of their husbands fucking Sydell.
Jack was very lean, and Sydell, his wife and first cousin, was also slender. The way she piled her lustrous black hair high on her head made her look very tail. For him, her body was perfection itself, with firm, upstanding breasts, a narrow waistline, and nice, rounded hips.
Jack would have been the first to admit he would have loved polygamy, but he was against the idea of polyandry. He had no objection to sharing the wives of the other cousins, but he didn't cotton to the idea of sharing his wife.
"Don't be such a dud," Sydell was saying. "You always have a lot of fun at the parties, and you know there isn't the slightest chance of my becoming pregnant."
"You really look forward to it, don't you," Jack snapped.
"And so do you," she reiterated. "It's only once a year. And if we're going to fuck around with people other than ourselves, I think it's very wise to keep it in the family. We don't run the risk of getting any strange diseases."
In that respect she was right, of course. Also, it was far better for him to supervise her fucking around with other men than for her to fuck around without his knowledge. And he had to admit, watching her fucking the cousins turned him on. Whenever they came home following a Cousin's Club party, he went into three or four weeks of constant heat.
"I'm going upstairs to mother's apartment," she told him. "Our shower isn't working properly, and the superintendent won't be able to fix it until Monday."
"Okay," Jack nodded. He, himself, had showered in her mother's bathroom more than an hour ago. He'd felt very conspicuous, too. Not only was Regina, his mother-in-law, always overly solicitous of his needs, but Maisie, her youngest daughter, Sydell's sister, always eyed him with a lean and hungry look. Maisie still lived with her mother, but Jack knew she was no prissy virgin. Hell! She'd been stacked ever since she was eleven years old, and he didn't doubt she'd been fucking around with boys since that time.
As if his thinking about Maisie was a clarion call to the girl, she was opening the door to his apartment less than three minutes after Sydell was safely in the shower, upstairs. She knew Sydell always took a good twenty minutes, and here was an opportunity she couldn't pass up.
In the four years her sister had been married to Jack, Maisie had been wanting to fuck him, but because her mother was always around, she'd never had the opportunity. Now her mother had gone to visit with a neighbor, and Sydell was now out of the way. This was the chance for which Maisie had been waiting.
Hell! She'd been fucked by half the guys in her high school, some of wham had cocks as long and as wide as slide rules. But they were all boys, immature, boastful, and better with their mouths than their pricks. Maisie wanted to try a real man, somebody like Jack.