"Yyyaaahhhh!" he roared as the first bursts of sperm shot up through his cock, pouring into Sue's cunt.
The girl was vaguely aware of the spreading heat up inside her twat. She felt a hot stickiness pouring back out her cunt, smearing over Jack's loins, making their crotches slip and slide. The head of his cock felt like the knobbed tip of a cane, shoved all the way up to her throat.
"Oooohhhh… ooohhh… so good!" Sue cried, her taut young body flushed with passion.
Jack kept pouring his sperm up into her cunt until not a drop was left. His balls felt sucked dry.
Sensing her lover's cock shrinking up inside her still-spasming cunt, Sue collapsed tiredly onto his broad chest. Her muscles ached from the unaccustomed movements her ass had made, milking at Jack's cock up inside her cunt. She was exhausted.
Jack felt the girl's tits pressing against his chest, her cunt still twitching around his fast-shrinking cock. God, what had he done to deserve such luck? Three out of three! He'd fucked Emma and both her sexy sisters! Every one of them an incredible lay. Emma, for her earthy sensuality. Dot, for her tight twat and absolute lack of inhibition. Sue, for her wild teen-age passion.
Jesus, now the only one left was the authoress of all this hot tail! The girl's mother!
Jack thought once again of Helen's big tits. He'd never thought much about her before, always a little nervous around her because of the bitterness in her eyes. But now, he began to see that bitterness as a desperate horniness.
He'd never fucked a woman as old as Helen Masters before. Late forties, probably, he thought. Old enough to be grateful for every piece of ass she got. What kind of cunt would she have? Maybe a little like Emma's, the biggest of the sisters. Helen was a big, lush woman. He bet she'd have a cunt you could stick your arm up.
He'd sure do his best to find out, Jack promised himself, trying to picture how Helen would look, as the woman's youngest daughter lay naked and panting on his chest. But how the fuck was he going to do it?
How the hell did you go about seducing your girl friend's mother?
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sometimes events are fated to happen. While Jack was plotting ways to get in Helen Masters' pants, the woman herself was slowly growing hornier.
The wild, uninhibited sexuality going on all around Helen couldn't fail to have its effect. With her three daughters fucking like rabbits, growing with fulfillment, and her husband pronging their second daughter nearly daily, which had an effect on his behavior, Helen began to feel left out.
Not that she consciously knew what was going on. Particularly concerning Paul. If she'd known Paul was fucking Dot, she'd probably have knifed him in his sleep. Not so much because of fucking her daughter, but because of the incredible insult it would be to her, his apparently unloved wife.
Paul had been unusually attentive to her lately, even tender. He'd tried to make love to her the other night, and this time, when she repulsed him, he stayed repulsed. Almost like he was a little hurt. But he hadn't tried to force her. Helen had felt a small twinge of triumph. It made her feel good to cut off the man who'd made her feel so ugly about sex.
Still, there was a level buried deep in Helen's psyche that wanted her and Paul to have the wonderful, loving, sensual sex-life they'd known together in the early years of their marriage. But she didn't dare think about it. It seemed dead and gone forever. The only one of her daughters Helen knew was fucking for sure was Emma. Her oldest daughter made no bones about it.
That damned big stud of hers, Jack. He seemed nice enough, but Helen felt a little resentment toward him. She tried not to think about him and Emma fucking, but sometimes, when she lay awake late at night, her horny cunt screaming with need, vivid images of Emma and Jack filled her mind. Both of them naked, Jack's big cock plowing up into Emma's furry furrow. She imagined he did have a big cock. Sometimes she wished she could find out.
So, the soil was fertile when Jack and Helen finally found themselves alone. How it happened was that Helen decided she needed to get away for a while. No one else was at home so she left a note saying she was going to visit her mother in a town about fifty miles away. And maybe she wouldn't be back until the next day.
Helen was about a mile from home when she decided, on impulse, that she would drop by and say hello to Emma, her oldest. By coincidence, Jack was alone at Emma's, taking a nap. Emma was out running errands.
After knocking on the front door for a while, Helen had about decided no one was home, when a sleepy Jack answered. It was a warm day. Jack had been sleeping naked. Not knowing who was at the door, he'd pulled on a pair of baggy gym shorts. His impressive torso was bare.
"Well… I…" Helen started to say, wondering how a mother was supposed to react when she surprised a half-naked man at her daughter's house. She decided to say nothing. Her eyes swept up and down Jack's half-nude body. For the first time in years she allowed herself to actually see a man. She was impressed; Emma was a lucky girl.
Jack, still a little bleary-eyed, was torn between embarrassment and triumph. At last it looked like he had a chance to get Emma's mother alone.
"Come on in," he said sleepily. "Emma isn't home."
Helen debated the invitation. Common sense said to leave. But a lustful curiosity made her go on.
"I suppose this is the way it's done nowadays," she said a little acidly. "Unmarried young people sharing a place."
"Oh, Emma and I don't live together," Jack said. "We don't want to tie each other down too much. I just kind of fell asleep."
"Don't want to tie each other down? Now what does that mean?" Helen said mockingly. "That each of you is free to go out and fornicate whenever you want?"
She didn't know why she was talking this way. But there was something in Jack and Emma's easy, casual relationship that made her bitter. She knew they were really crazy about one another. So how could they treat their sex life so lightly?
Jack decided to fight fire with fire. "Well, yeah… kind of," he drawled. "We don't like to feel we own each other's crotches."
Helen was slightly offended. But also found herself becoming a little excited. What would her life be like today, if years ago, she and Paul had decided to live the same way as Jack and Emma? Helen sat down in a chair. Jack sat down opposite, sprawling carelessly. It was a moment before Helen realized she could see up the loose legs of his shorts. Wrinkled hairy skin. She could see part of his balls!
The surprised housewife nearly jumped up and left. But a curious weakness was stealing over her. She felt that something immensely heavy was holding her down in the chair.
If she could see his balls, maybe she could see his cock, too! The thought just seemed to pop into Helen's head. She didn't even fight it. Sure enough, the next time Jack shifted his position a little, the tip of his cock became visible in the other gaping leg of his shorts. Jack seemed to be aware of it. He made a token gesture of rearranging his shorts, but it wasn't very successful. Helen could still see part of his cock.
The stunned woman was so mesmerized that for a while she didn't realize what else Jack was doing. Her eyes jerked upward to see him rolling a cigarette, pouring flaked leaves of a powdery substance into a carefully held cigarette paper.
"What are you doing?" she demanded.
Jack licked the paper and finished rolling the cigarette. "Rolling a joint," he said coolly. "Want a hit?"
Helen was about to say no, but stubbornness intervened. "You don't think I would, do you?" she shot back. "But you're wrong. I do want a… a hit!"