When he withdrew, the hard fleshy cock, slick with her cuntal juices, would force the ragged flesh of her naked pussy outward, then inward again as his cock disappeared all the way up inside her. Just below the moist lips of her cunt was the tiny puckered hole of her anus that seemed to suck and work at the softly dancing sac of his balls as they slammed flatly against it.
Trixie was groaning incessantly, her head rolling and flailing ecstatically from side to side, making a tangle of her long red hair. It was ail too obvious how much she was loving it.
Gloria tried desperately to look away, but something made her stare at her husband's muscular driving buttocks as he pistoned into the woman's openly receiving cunt. The trim cheeks tightened and relaxed with the rhythm of his fucking. The lust-hardened shaft, now glistening with female juices, was lined with blue veins that pounded with his excitement, the throbbing becoming more and more intense with each passing second. He was really giving it to her aunt, and she kept begging and pleading for more!
Gloria knew she should screw at them, or turn and run from the lewd scene. But she couldn't. It was beautiful.
"God," she whispered to herself. "Is that what it looks like when he's fucking me? It's beautiful!"
The young wife was spellbound by the seduction of her husband by her whorish aunt. The sight of the wildly fucking couple was stimulating her own body. Her legs felt weak and began trembling as down between her thighs she felt, with mounting shame, the tiny pulsing bud of her clit becoming erect. She had the perverse and vile urge to reach down between her legs and touch her own pussy. Her head was spinning with a lusting desire for satisfaction.
"Put your finger in my asshole, Mike! Uuugghh! My asshole, NOW!" Trixie groaned loudly as she bucked under his pistoning young cock.
Gloria found herself agreeing with the sex hungry woman. She stared at Trixie's tiny, tightly puckered anus as Mike worked his fingers toward it, then wormed his middle finger hotly into her flexing rectum. Gloria was aghast as she saw her husband's long, thin middle finger disappearing into Trixie's squirming back passage.
Trixie screamed out her pleasure as her body was mercilessly reamed by two hard, fleshy instruments at the game time.
Then Gloria felt two hands on the cheeks of her own ass. She turned to see Milt staring down at her.
"It'll be a long time before Mike forgets that fuck," he said.
"And I suppose you don't think I can fuck as well?" Gloria hissed.
"I'd like to find out."
"C'mon," the young bride said, and tugged at his arm. "We can use the other bedroom!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jo Ann Henderson had to admit it; fucking her son had turned her inhibitions about sex inside-out. And now she was beside Moss Davis, a married man, driving to a motel, with every intention of fucking him every way she could.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Moss said, wheeling the car off the highway and into a plush residential area.
Jo Ann hesitated for only a second before turning to him and smiling. "I'm thinking about sucking and fucking your cock," she said, a matter-of-fact, straight forward tone in her voice.
"Only a few more minutes," he laughed, reaching over and squeezing a huge tit through the material of her blouse. "Jesus, you got one pair of fine tits."
They wound through a few mare streets and then Moss turned into a wide, sweeping drive and pulled up in front of a house.
"I thought we were going to a motel."
"We are," he answered, moving around the car and helping her out. "It's the Davis Motel."
"Jesus, Moss, you mean this is your house!"
"Hell, yes." He pulled her to the front door and on into the foyer.
"But, what about your wife?"
"You let me worry about Jennie." He didn't seem worried. "How about a drink?"
"Hmmm, why not? It's your funeral. Scotch… no ice."
He poured two Scotches and brought her one. "Let's – go into the bedroom," he smiled teasingly, wrapping his big arm around her slim waist.
Jo Ann willingly pressed her body against him as they entered the bedroom. She figured that, if he was crazy enough to fuck another woman in his own house, why should she worry? At that moment in time, all she wanted was a man's big cock in her cunt. Her son's cock had turned her on and now she wanted all she could get.
Moss took off his jacket and threw it casually over a chair. "Well?" he said.
Jo Ann shrugged and undid her blouse and then her skirt. Slowly, seductively, she slid the garments down, down along her body until they lay puddled at her feet.
"Goddamn, you are ready, aren't you?" he gasped.
"I think I've been ready for years."
Her eyes were heavily lidded, smoky, and she watched his face carefully as she undressed. She stood there, dressed now only in bra and panties. Tantalizingly, like an exotic dancer practicing her art, she reached behind her and unhooked the bra fastenings, pulling it away from her firm white tits slowly, making sure that her aroused nipples were the last to meet his hot, hungry eyes. She dropped the bra and then raised her hands to cup the full, rich mounds, kneading them like a lover. Finally, she dropped her fingers to her panties and slowly worked them down over her long, tapering legs until she was standing before him completely nude.
"You like?" she asked throatily.
"Christ, you're like a damned whore when you get in the bedroom!" Moss rasped, but he wasn't castigating her for it. His eyes roamed over her luscious body, at the fleecy down framing the wet, pink folds of her pussy. "How come you never come on like this at the office?"
"Let's just say something turned me on," Jo Ann replied, reveling in his lusting gaze for a long moment. Then she stepped over to the king-sized bed and lay down on it, spreading her legs wide in a wanton, inviting position, exposing to his eyes the full, wet pulsing opening of her cunt. She rotated her hips lewdly on the satiny spread, arching them up and lowering them again in a measured, intoxicating way. "Aren't you going to get naked, lover?"
"Goddamn right I am!" Moss said. He quickly undressed, throwing his trousers and shirt and tie over the jacket on the chair and pulling his shorts down. He stood there with his great, trembling cock standing out from his groin, the slit in the head oozing thin, clear droplets of pre-cum.
Jo Ann stared at it, moistening her lips with her tongue as if tasting the seeping fluid already swirling around in the warm sucking cavern of her mouth.
"You really don't want that drink now, dp you?" she purred.
"Shit, no!"
"Then come on," she whispered, patting the bed beside her. "Let's fuck!"
Moss sat on the edge of the bed, next to her, close enough to allow her hand to snake out and encircle his prick, to stroke and then to massage the turgid length, rubbing the skin back and forth. Then she slipped her hand underneath to cup and caress his balls, cradling their softness in her palm.
Moss lowered his mouth to her huge expanse of tit-flesh. He sucked and licked until Jo Ann humped and writhed on the bed in ecstasy. Her nipples were extremely sensitive and his expert touch brought her to almost unbearable heights of lustful desire.
She reached down and once more grabbed his huge dick. With graceful, slender fingers she stroked the throbbing cylinder of flesh. His meat grew even longer and thicker in her hand, standing out and upward until it jutted almost vertically between his outspread thighs.
Jo Ann slid down his naked body far enough so that she could blow hot breath against his balls.
Moss groaned with pure unadulterated pleasure as her velvet lips closed over his big cock and her tongue wetly caressed the taut, smooth flesh. His dick was too long to cram entirely into her mouth, so she licked it thoroughly from the base to the head and then sucked down on it as far as her lips could stretch. With one hand she jerked off the bottom portion of his prick where her mouth couldn't reach. Her other hand fondled his balls and then found its fly to his asshole, playing and teasing with the hairy crack.