Her pliable cuntwalls gripped him, pulling and sucking on his prick as it went in and out, marvelously tight, considering how much cock had been up it through the years. Almost as tight as if she were a virgin, thought Jake, shuddering and grimacing, his eyes half-closed, his mind dancing to the tune of his depraved fantasies – almost as tight as if it were his cherry daughter he was throwing a doggy fuck into! He banged his cock in violently, moaning and panting, shaking her whole lush body with his powerful thrusts.
Now he was glad that he had jerked off previously, and that he was able to prolong this superfuck. He held back and waited for Martha to reach her climax, pretending that it was Bonny whom he was bringing to the peak of sensation.
His hands slid up her flanks and he cupped her swinging tits, squeezing the fat tit-mounds and pulling at the taut nipples. But Martha's tits were bigger than Bonny's. That fat double handful did not jibe with his fantasies and Jake's hands drew back to her ass and hips.
Martha was rising to the heights, gurgling and gasping. This was the best fucking that Jake had thrown into her cunt-hole in ages! She had no idea why, of course. She could not know that his wild energy had been inspired by incestuous thoughts of his young teenaged daughter, but the fucking was so good that it was doubtful if Martha would have given a damn. As long as her pussy got his iron-hard, smoking-hot cockmeat, what did Martha care about what he was thinking?
His bloated balls swung in like the clapper of a meaty bell, whacking into her jolting crotch as his long cockshaft slid over her frenzied clit. He slammed in balls-deep, pulled back out against the clinging suction of her wet fuckhole until only his cockhead was in her cunt, then pounded in to the hilt again. He was fucking her cunt to jelly! Martha's blonde head turned from side to side and jammed against the back of the couch as each savage lunge drove her body forward. She felt as if his long cock was transfixing her, spiking her like a pig on a spit. He plunged in so deep that she half expected to feel his throbbing cockhead come sliding into her mouth, to have his jism spurt from her lips when he came.
Her cuntlips gripped his prick so tightly that when he drew back he was almost pulling her pussy inside out. Then he plunged back in, dragging her swollen cuntlips up her cunt-hole. His open palms spread the firm cheeks of her ass apart, exposing the tight brown bud of her shit chute, causing Jake to wonder if it would be incestuous to fuck his daughter up the ass or in the mouth. Maybe incest only applied to cunt fucking? He wanted very much to believe it.
Martha was at the peak. Her clit detonated and her whole body shook violently.
"Oh! Oh! I'm creaming…" she wailed.
Jake felt her cunt-hole melt around his driving prick like a wax candle around a flaming wick. As her cum juices flooded into her fuck-hole, his cock slid in faster on the slippery lubrication, shooting up her fuck tunnel like a battering ram.
"Come! Come! Fill me with your fuckjuice!" Martha cried, desperate to feel his hot jism squirt into her creaming cunt, knowing her own orgasm would be even better when he pumped his fuckjuice into her. As her cunt rippled and melted, her cuntmuscles sucked voraciously on his prick, as if to drag his jism out by the suction.
"Yeah! Yeah! Here it comes, baby!" he howled.
His balls spurted, and the hot thick stream shot up his prick as he plowed in, fucking into the depths of her cunt-hole. Martha wailed when she felt his cum spurt in, and her pussy melted again. Jake pumped into her, squirting more fuckjuice out each time he buried his cock, and each time Martha felt another steaming load rush into her, she sparked and creamed yet again. His balls seemed endlessly potent. He was pouring so much joyjuice into her that she felt as if she would drown in the stuff.
Grunting, he shot his last load and slumped over her jerking ass, panting heavily. Martha continued to move under him, working off the last sweet spasms of her coming and milking out the last drops of her cum cream on his cock.
Then she slowed too, smiling. She felt his cockmeat begin to shrink and soften inside her. Jake drew back and his prick slipped out of her, sagging. His huge cock drooped down, dripping onto the carpet. Her vacated cunt was gaping wide open and it was flooded with their combined fuckjuices, lathering her whole crotch with frothy, pearly cream. It ran down her thighs, soaking the couch. Martha felt drained, limp and exhausted by her incredible climax. She twisted lazily around to face the kneeling man. His cock was retracting. Martha slurped it into her mouth and sucked all the cum and cuntjuice from his limp prick-meat.
Later, when he was hard again, she wanted to suck him off and drink his jism. Martha loved the taste of cum. She loved the taste of her own cuntjuice, too.
Maybe Bonny had inherited her oral inclinations.
CHAPTER FIVE
Twenty miles away, in her apartment in the city, Claire Harper put the telephone down after talking to her mother. She sighed. Claire felt it was her duty to spend the occasional weekend with her family, but she wasn't looking forward to it. There were so many exciting things to do in the city and Claire expected to be bored stiff on the farm.
Claire, like her mother and sister, was blonde, but her hair was not as sunstreaked, it was a shade or two darker. She was every bit as pretty and sexy as either of the other two, as a lot of lucky people had found out since the girl had had her own apartment and the freedom to fuck when and whom she chose. Nor was she selective in choosing her partners. Claire did not limit herself to any one man at a time.
Claire did not even limit herself to men.
Wolf, her big black Alsatian, was lying on the carpet, his blunt head resting on his front paws with his eyes closed. Claire had bought the dog for protection when she decided to take an apartment in the city, but Wolf had turned out to be a whole lot more versatile than a mere guard dog, and in a very interesting way.
Claire leaned back in the chair beside the telephone stand, frowning slightly at the thought of the boring, wasted weekend ahead of her. She was wearing a frilly black negligee of a silken material that clung to her curvaceous body as if caressing her. She crossed her legs. The negligee rustled and parted, exposing most of her lush thigh.
Wolf growled in his sleep. He had been dreaming about chasing rabbits, and was twitching slightly. But now his dream changed and he began to twitch a bit more, his black nostrils flaring, as the sweet, juicy scent of hot pussy overwhelmed his bestial senses. No rabbit was ever as tasty as pussy.
Claire glanced at the dog. He presented a slight problem whenever she visited the farm. She couldn't take him with her because the sheepdogs resented having urban guests. Claire had put him in a boarding kennel the last time she had visited the farm, but Wolf, accustomed to more personal attention, had been miserable. Claire was wondering if Sarah, her next-door neighbor and very good friend would be willing to keep the dog for the weekend.
She guessed so. Sarah was usually more than willing to do whatever Claire asked her to do.
Claire started to reach for the phone again, then paused. It would be just as easy to walk down the hall to Sarah's apartment and, face to face, the girl would be less likely to refuse the favor. Claire uncrossed her long, shapely legs, about to stand up.
Wolf's amber eyes opened and he raised his head.
"Gonna miss me, Wolf?" she asked.
The doggy whined as if he understood.
"Shit! I'm gonna miss you, too," Claire said, smiling and shaking her head, thinking of the long and presumably fuck-less weekend that duty forced her to suffer.