The Cheating Wife

Chapter 1


Regina Abbott felt all shaky inside, tremulous as any schoolgirl about
to leave on her first date. But it wasn't her first date, and she was
far from being a girl any more. She was, up to now, a respectable
married woman thirty five years old, with children of her own.

Now she was about to take the irrevocable step that would turn her into
a cheating wife. She knew it and Chuck knew it, and once she screwed
Chuck Baker, there was no turning back.

But she wanted to lay the husband of her best friend, she had to lay
Chuck, or go out of her mind. And it was worse because she knew he
wanted her just as passionately, and had, for a long, long time.

And it wasn't as if she was just any discontented slut, ready to take
on any man who made himself available to her whims and fancies. Regina
loved her own husband, loved him truly and well, and their sex had
always been very good together. But of late, their love making had been
turned into a habit pattern, more a routine than spontaneous
excitement.

Regina drew a deep and steadying breath. She had never been screwed by
another man, not in all her life. She had been a virgin when she
married, she'd never, never cheated on Bill before. And not yet, she
thought, glancing nervously at the kitchen door. There was still time
to give Chuck a call, to back out of the thing that had been building
so intensely between them for so long.

And yet there was no time at all, for if she didn't make the move now,
she might never get up the nerve again, and Regina wanted so badly to
be fucked by another man, especially by Chuck Baker. She wanted him
with a desire that had built itself into an obsession; now she was
about to gratify that awful yearning.

Regina ran her hands over her hips, smoothing down the hostess gown she
wore for the occasion. It was slinky, and clung to her tall, willowy
body with insinuating folds of translucent material. Her body was good,
she admitted, tall and sleek, and her breasts stood high. Regina was
glad she'd taken such good care of herself, after having the kids.

Chuck adored her body; he'd whispered that in her ear at the last
party, when he'd taken on enough liquor to break down the barrier that
stood between them--the fact that they were both married. To which
other facts could be added: they both had teenage children; they were
good friends with each other's mates; they lived right next door to
each other.

She jumped when she heard his steps on the back porch, and swallowed
hard. He was here, and suddenly she wanted very much to run, to hide
herself in the rec room--anywhere. Regina was afraid.

He made it better for her when he slipped quickly through the kitchen
door and closed it behind him. "Regina, you look beautiful as ever; no-
-more so, even."

"Th-thank you," she murmured, and felt the flush of her face, the
tingles that raced over her skin at the sight and the nearness of him.

Her lover-to-be, Regina thought, and knew the quickening of her
heartbeat, a swiftness of her pulse. She was young as her daughter just
now, eager and excited, the blood racing in her veins.

Chuck said, "We've waited such a long time, Regina. And it's not often
that both families are gone like this. All afternoon, darling; we have
one whole afternoon to ourselves."

She looked at him, at his dear face and the compelling maleness of
Chuck Baker, his lean and rangy body and the red-brown hair touched
over the temples with grey. His green eyes held hers, and she dropped
her gaze to his strong mouth, to the moustache there. "We--we'd better
not waste any of this precious time, then:" she said.

He moved toward her, but she drifted away from him, down the lower hall
to the safest place she could find in her own home, the bedroom of her
son. Dale was at the beach with the other kids, and if by some odd
circumstance should come home ahead of the rest, he always went first
to the kitchen and clattered about there, assuaging his ever-present
hunger.

His mother had a hunger of her own now, a burgeoning need that filled
her body and shook her mind, so that her head spun and her knees went
weak. Inside her son's room, she turned helplessly, her mouth soft and
her eyes damp.

"Chuck--here--this room--I--I wish--"

He came to her and folded her close, pulled her against his hard body.
"I know, I know, dear. I wish it could be some magic mountain top, too.
But we don't have the choice, and I'm so glad for this much."

She felt his organ against her, his breath warm in her ear and along
her throat. Shivering, she thought: another man's prick; she'd never
even seen another one, much less felt it shoving against her belly like
this. So long, she thought; so very rigid.

His hands were moving over her, sliding and caressing, knowing the dip
of her waist and the small of her back. Deliciously, she trembled into
him, lifting the eagerness of her mouth, and as his strong lips closed
upon hers, Chuck cupped both her breasts. She gave him her mouth,
surrendering completely to the hot probing of his tongue, realizing the
strong clash of his teeth against her own. Oh, but he was so male, and
yet so tender, his palms mashing her boobs only to allow them to spring
up once more, their nipples hard for the fondling of his fingers.

Oh lord, she thought; her legs were giving way, and she could only
cling desperately to Chuck Baker, shaken and suddenly afraid. He moved
her backward to the bed, her son's bed, and he was gentle with her
there, bending her down and placing her upon the sheet with care.
Regina closed her eyes and bit into her lower lip, feeling his hands as
they unzipped the hostess gown, feeling the air upon her naked flesh as
he peeled the dress back and away to expose her body.

Regina was shamed; no man had ever seen her like this before, only her
lawful wedded husband. She bit down upon her guilt and leaped
convulsively as Chuck's face found her breasts and nuzzled there. His
hands were on her waist, her belly, and his mouth--oh lord, the hot
wetness of his mouth!--was kissing over the mound of her tit, then
locking suction upon the nipple. She couldn't stand it. Her hips bucked
and her ass twisted, and before Regina realized what she was doing, her
fingers were locked into the richness of his hair and pulling his mouth
harder over her tit.

Chuck groaned into her skin, and suddenly she knew the entire shape of
his prick, the length and the roundness of it against her hip. Slowly,
with little frightened movements, her fingers inched down to touch it.
The head was velvet soft, yet packed with a threatening kind of
strength, and her fingertips trailed exploringly along the flanged
glans, feeling the ridged outline and the cunning bluntness of its
point.

There was a warmth on the tip, an interesting wetness that slid jelly-
like between her fingers, and Regina realized that it was his pre-
seminal fluid. A shock raced through her, and she quickly withdrew her
hand. When her husband was young, he had gotten that excited, so much
so that his cock leaked in urgency. But that had been quite a while
back, and now she was feeling that slippery fluid from another man!

He was going to--they were about to--shuddering, Regina breathed deeply
and raggedly, her body turned complete traitor to her mind, betraying
all the solid years of wifely duties.

Chuck's hand was moving down her belly, now, and her thighs opened
willingly to receive its caress. He took her mound in hand, his palm
making her labia tingle, his fingers thrilling the ridge to her ass and
the soft inner skin of her thighs, his thumb probing for the tender
hood standing guard to her clitoris.

"Oh darling," he panted, "oh, baby; I knew you would feel this way, all
soft and wonderful. You're so beautiful and so sexy--I've envied Bill
for years, because he could hold your cunt like this, and kiss your
tits like this--"

She was so needed, so wanted and appreciated; his need made her more of
a woman, made her more giving and adoring. She stroked his hair and
sighed as his finger eased carefully into the dampened lips of her
pussy. A strange probing, this, a different kind of feeling about,
pushing so delicately and lovingly into the liquid warmth that now was
her receptive vagina.

His cock, she thought, was new, his darling cock! Suddenly and
breathtakingly swift, it was nestled, throbbing in her grasp--Chuck's
prick, his love tool, veined and pulsing with his male hunger. It was
heavy and long and solid, and below the shaft were the balls encased in
the softly wrinkled sac and the thick, springy covering of hair.

This was the prick she desired, the cock that was going to take the
place of her husband's within her pussy. This was the prick that her
best friend had been fucking for years and years, but now within
seconds, Regina was going to also know the richness of it.

His wife would never know, and neither would her husband. And it wasn't
as if they were depriving someone else of sex; they weren't. She and
Chuck were just--just taking something for themselves. If that was
being greedy or sneaky or whatever anyone wanted to call it, okay.
They'd gone too far to drop it now, even if they wanted to.

And they didn't. She clutched the powerful meaty rod as he fingered her
cunt, and her ass heaved in anticipation. Pulling him to her by his
joint, Regina urged him to mount her. She spread her knees and lifted
them, and there he was between them, lowering his body as she tugged
insistently at his cock, as she guided the swollen head of it into the
quivering wetness of her pubic hair.

"Regina," he breathed, "Regina."

And that was all then, because with one strong shove of his hips, he
thrust the length and breadth of his prick up into her hot body.

"Oooh!" she cried out, impaled upon this strange cock, nailed by his
different, loving prick. It was thick and long, and she rolled her ass
to fit it even more firmly within her sheath, knowing the pressure of
his balls in the crack of her ass. It was more than good--it was
wonderful, thrilling her so deeply, penetrating to her belly.

Regina wiggled upon it, wrapped her arms around his neck and drew his
face down to hers, meeting his mouth with a violence, a savagery that
surprised them both. Her belly hammered up at his, and her pubic mound
tried to enclose his. Tilting far back, so that she was on her shoulder
blades, Regina hiked up her lower body.

That way, she could take it all, every fucking inch of the precious
meat, take it clear to the cup of her womb and revel in the way it
filled her clenching pussy. She rocked back and forth on Chuck's
plunging cock, and hooked her heels behind his knees so she could hang
on to him as he fucked.

As they fucked--sweetly and with hunger and long deprivation. His prick
worked in and out of the hot, juicy vagina, and she met it stroke for
stroke, grinding upon it, rubbing her pelvis into Chuck's, now tearing
at the skin of his back, now biting his neck, his chest.

"Baby," he grunted, panted, "oh baby--you're so hot and tight and
slick! Oh Regina--you beautiful, hot piece of ass!"

She said it into his chest hair: "Fuck me, darling! Oh, stick that
lovely cock away up inside my pussy and fuck me until I faint. Put it
in me hard, Chuck--hard! I'm not fragile and I won't break, so fuck me
hard!"

He picked up the pace, ramming it to her cunt with additional power,
pounding it home and pulling back for more strong lunges that rocked
the bed on its legs and made the head of it bump the wall. Just as the
head of his prick was bumping her womb wall, and Regina felt the crazy
good wondrous feeling burst forth from her ecstatic clit to spread
throughout her heaving, surging pussy, to flash throughout her belly,
her body, her mind.

"Chuck--oh Chuck! I--I'm coming, coming!"

He fed the meat to her steadily and powerfully, cramming it deep and
drawing it out shallow, plunging it balls-deep once more. Regina
shuddered and melted in the throes of her overwhelming orgasm, hunched
convulsively upon the still-hammering cock and felt her legs sliding
down his sweaty back.

Then Chuck stiffened out, his rhythm broken, the long prick gone still
as the head of it expanded. Regina could feel the glans ballooning, and
suddenly she knew the spurting of his come, the hot, saturating
explosion of his semen as it bombed against her womb and came showering
back to flood the trembling walls of her pussy. So thick, so slippery;
so hot and gushy--and it seemed as if Chuck meant to drown her in his
ejaculation, for the creamy stuff continued to flow.

"Ahh, baby," Chuck sighed, "it feels so great to let my come go inside
your gorgeous cunt. I've wanted to fuck you for a long time, and now at
last I've done it. I don't ever want to stop."

She kissed his throat, his cheek, his mouth. "And I don't ever want you
to stop screwing me, Chuck. It's so terrific, so wild. My dear, my
darling--ooh--when I wiggle this way, your cock slides around inside me
and tickles like crazy."

He stroked it slowly and sweetly within her for a while longer, then
began to lift his weight from her body. She wouldn't let him go, but
held him tightly to her, kept him buried inside her, and forced him to
roll over onto his side.

"I wasn't going to quit," Chuck said. "I just have to catch my breath.
I want to do it all to you, Regina--to fuck you and eat you and turn
you every way but loose."

"Oh, yes," she breathed, "oh yes--let's just do everything."

And then Regina remembered that she didn't know how to do everything,
that she had in actuality led a very sheltered sex life. Her husband
didn't experiment. Bill was strong and mostly willing and he just loved
to do it to her straight, but he had never even kissed her belly as far
down as the navel, and of course, she'd never dared to suggest she
perform oral love upon him, either.

She had only heard of other things, and didn't even know if she really
wanted to try them. For the moment, she ought to be content just to
have this extra love, this extra special screwing by a man she'd wanted
for just about forever, it seemed. And even if they never got the
opportunity again, here and now they could fuck until they would have
to part later in the afternoon, when the families came back from the
beach.

Regina reached down between their legs to fondle Chuck's balls. She
wouldn't tell him how naive she was, she thought; whatever he started,
she would simply go along with, as if it was old stuff to her, and hope
that she wouldn't make an idiot of herself.

Funny, she thought, but she didn't feel at all guilty about this; maybe
that burden would come later, when she'd had time to think over her
infidelity. But the golden chance was here, with her lover, and she
meant to make the most of it.

"Oh darling," she whispered, sensing rather than feeling the slight
softening of his cock, clenched within the lips of her pussy, "I've
always envied your wife, too. Stella is so lucky, to have you whenever
she wants you."

Chuck wiggled against her, slid his pubic mound over hers and the shaft
of his prick nudged her clitoris. Regina was amazed to feel how wet her
thighs were, from both his release and her own juices. He said: "That's
not very often, any more. Stella is--was--a hell of a lay, until she
got bored with it all. Maybe it's my fault; I don't know. I only know
that I'm happier here between your legs than I've been in a long time."

"Me, too," Regina admitted. "I suppose I shouldn't think about your
wife, or my husband, but I--"

He cut in: "I know what you mean. Somehow, they're mixed up in this. It
isn't just you and me, but Stella and Bill, too."

"This is a hell of a note," Regina said. "Here we are, all coiled
together with your penis up me, and all we can talk about are our
spouses."

"All right," Chuck said. "No more talk--just action." And with that, he
withdrew himself from her pussy, sliding his long cock out with a deft
movement that caused a wetly gulping sound from her labia.

Gently, he urged her over onto her back, and Regina felt a quick
thrusting of renewed anticipation, a tingle of the new and unexpected.
He was going to do something else to her, she thought for sure he
couldn't be ready to screw again so quickly.

"You have such lovely tits," he said, "high and firm and round. They're
bigger than Stella's, and one of these days, I'm going to have you
squeeze them together around my cock. But right now, I have something
else in mind."

He began at her throat, nipping the skin and kissing down to the valley
of her breasts. His mouth slipped from one erectile nipple to the
other, biting tenderly, sucking hungrily. Then he moved down to her rib
cage, his breath hot and provoking, his tongue leaving a fiery trail
across her sensitive flesh.

Regina shivered, her hands straying down to touch his hair, while her
hips made pendulum movements. So tantalizing, she thought, so very
sensuous--like nothing that she and her own husband had done before.
Chuck's face was lower on her body than Bill's had ever reached, and
the excitement was indescribable.

Wet and warm, his tongue darted into her belly-button, and Regina's
cheeks knotted together in a spasming reflex as her ass clenched. His
hands wandered over her hips, her belly, back up to fondle the
moundings of her swollen breasts, and she thought that this must be
some special kind of heaven.

A gasp broke from her mouth as Chuck suddenly dipped his face down into
her pubic mound. It was all wet there, she thought in some crazy kind
of rationalization; her pussy was still drippy from the recent fucking,
still oozing the residue of Chuck's semen. But he didn't seem to mind;
his tongue flicked down to lap the lips of her cunt, and Regina thought
then that she would certainly go mad.

But there was even more to come--the sharp biting of Chuck's teeth as
he forced the labia wider for his assault, the spreading of her thighs
by his strong hands as he readied her pussy for his meal.

His mouth was against her labia, and his tongue--oh lord, his wildly
exciting tongue!--slipped right on inside her vagina as if it was truly
meant to be there. Regina flinched, and her pelvis thrust in reflex
against his chin, his mouth; her thighs came together to caress his
cheeks.

Chuck ate her then--chewing and nipping and licking hotly into her
quaking cavity. Waves of boiling sensation poured over her body, and
Regina was conscious that her hips were swinging, that her ass was
hunching. She had her fingers dug into his hair, and was somehow
attempting to thrust his face ever deeper into her cunt.

He clung to the cheeks of her ass and gobbled avidly at her pussy,
sucking the lips into his mouth, worrying them with his teeth, licking
and pulling until Regina knew she was going out of her head with the
delight of it. When he reached up and in to find her clitoris, she did
flip out--moaning and gasping and bouncing insanely upon the bed.

"Ooh! Oh Chuck--my darling--eat me--oh, eat me! Please--do some more--
oh God--ohmygod--my clit is splitting wide open! Oh, ahh--Chuck! My
pussy--"

Chuck was pulling on her clit, rolling it between his teeth, sucking--
sucking!--on it and in it, and she was going to come. She threw her
cunt up to him and pushed his head down into its wet and hot hairiness,
and let the good feelings roll over her body.

Her orgasm flared from the clit to the vagina to the womb and burst
through her belly to tighten the ring of her asshole, to make her
thighs quiver and her teeth clench together as she threw back her head
and hunched her wet cunt to his mouth.

Chuck moaned into her vagina, and she could feel the vibrations of the
sound far up in her soaking cave. Now he was sucking on her cunt as if
it were a ripe fruit, drawing the flow of her love lotions into his
mouth and down his eager throat. His fingernails bit into the cheeks of
her ass, and his teeth were almost savage against the lips of her
vibrant pussy.

She fell apart, came apart in little, sighing pieces as every joint in
her body unhooked and as her flesh dissolved in warmly loving bits.
Nirvana could be no better, Regina thought vaguely, and paradise would
simply have to wait. This thing that Chuck had done to her, this gift
he had presented her, was no perversion, but heaven. There had been a
lot of wasted years not knowing this.

As she drifted in flowered warmness on a stream that wandered among
lotus blossoms and emerald lillypads, Regina thought that she should do
something in return, that she ought to place dear Chuck upon the altar
where he had put her. And she would, she decided; she most certainly
would.

But the hands upon her hips were urging her to move, to let go the
swanboat in which she was riding, and so she did. Chuck was turning her
over, moving her up and away from him, and she didn't really want to
go.

Then she was on top of him, lying limp and flaccid upon his long, lean
body, feeling the new rigidity of his sex organ as it grew hard between
them. His mouth found hers, and she gave willingly of her lips, gladly
of her tongue, even though she knew that the exotic flavors he was
passing to her were the tastes of her own pussy and of his semen.

There had never been such an intimacy for Regina, and she wallowed in
it, tongue and lips and the unremitting pressure of her nude body upon
his. The body of her lover, she thought--the naked man-body of the only
male she had ever screwed since she married Bill Abbott. The only
person she'd ever fucked, besides her person, she corrected; she had
heard of lesbian affairs between women, but she would never go so far
as to even consider anything like that.

She was content to be a wanted, loved woman, fucked and eaten by a man
who had long desired her, a man who appreciated the fact that she was
still a lovely and sensual woman. Chuck was such a lover, so adept and
not bound by tradition. As her kids would say, he really turned her on.

Regina squirmed upon him, and when her slickened labia nudged the
renewed bulb of his cock, it was only natural for her to make
adjustments so that it would work inside the lips. She was going to be
fucked twice in one day, with that marvelous, stimulating oral love
spaced between the screwings. It was more than she had expected, since
her own husband didn't get it up again, after the first time.

But Chuck's long, firm prick went slipping into the vagina so receptive
for it, and the lips of her pussy closed over the round shaft with a
feeling of contentment. Seated upon him this way, she could lift her
upper body and lean back, and that would seat his cock deeply, solidly
within her sheath. Regina did it, smiling as she felt the wonder of the
penis within her body.

Still, as she fucked the man, she couldn't help thinking of her
husband, and what his reaction would be, if somehow he knew.



Chapter 2


She moved through the day in a rosy haze, not really thinking about the
daily chores she did through habit, her mind in a whirl from events of
the day before. The day she had been so thoroughly fucked by her lover;
the magic time when Chuck had gone down on her, when a man had actually
eaten her pussy as if he was starving for it.

Maybe he had been starving to taste her pussy, Regina thought, standing
in the living room and looking about herself in a warm, loving glow.
She felt giddy and young; she felt so adored. Chuck had turned her on,
and she could close her eyes now and feel him between her thighs, feel
his long, hard cock sliding into the wet grasping of her labia until it
reached full length inside her cunt.

Shivering, Regina lifted both hands to touch her hidden tits, to feel
the rising of their nipples through the thick terrycloth robe she wore.
Where was Chuck now, and what was he doing? Was he also remembering
their wildly joyous fucking?

Climbing the stairs, Regina thought also of her own husband, of
faithful, staid Bill Abbott, the father of her children. She knew a
twinge of guilt, but also a delicious sense of daring, a renewed thrill
of excitement. She'd cheated on Bill by screwing another man, by taking
another man's stiff prick into her avid vagina. And she would do it
again, the very first chance she got.

The window of her son's bedroom faced across the walkway and almost
matched the window of the Baker boy. She'd sometimes heard them yelling
across at each other. Regina smoothed the bed cover, her fingers
tingling as she touched the places where semen must have spilled,
places where her ass had swung so violently when Chuck was pounding
that lovely prick into her.

What if the boy over there had been staring into this room, seeing
every detail of the sensuous things his father had been doing to and
with her? Regina shivered again, and went to stand close by the window,
peering hard into the other shadowy room. She couldn't see anything
there, but that didn't mean the process couldn't be reversed.

And suppose someone else saw her, the next time she and Chuck screwed--
his son, her son; the two young girls; their respective mates? Divorce,
she thought--a messy, terrible scene between them all. Logic said
calmly that she should drop this entire affair right now, and be
content with the stolen sweets she had already known.

But she wasn't being logical. She was hot and eager for more fucking
from Chuck, and if she had to gamble her marriage to get the screwing
she so desperately needed, then she would be a gambler. Pressing her
thighs together, Regina knew she had to continue with her lover, and
she wished--

There was a face at the other window!

She tried to move back and stumbled against the bed, fell back, sat up
again to stare wildly across the hedged alleyway where she saw him--
Chuck!

His voice carried to her, intense and commanding. "Stay right there,
darling. I'm coming over."

She wanted to say that it was too dangerous, that someone from either
family might come home at any minute. She wanted to yell back that they
hadn't planned out this meeting, and it was crazy for them even to
consider it. But of course, she didn't say anything; she only sat with
her knees tightly together and her hands clenched, trembling.

Her kids--out in town somewhere on this summer day. Her husband--gone
to buy something for the car. Yes; the house was clear--at least her
house was, but what about Chuck's? It must be, she thought dazedly, or
he wouldn't be trotting over here now.

She turned as feet banged on the stairway, her breath catching in her
throat, her heart beating out of control. Chuck loved her, couldn't
wait to be with her, needed as badly to fuck her as she needed to be
fucked. Helplessly, her hands went to her hair, tugged at her robe, and
then he was in the room.

His hands caught at her as she rose to meet him, and his mouth found
her own. Hotly, wetly, his tongue probed deeply into her mouth, over
her tongue; his breath was heavy, panting. Regina fumbled at his jeans,
her body humping blindly, urgently against his to find the wonderful
hardness of his erect cock.

Chuck wiggled from his jeans as she tugged them down, kicked away his
low boots, and that gorgeous stiff prick leaped out into her hand.

They dropped together onto the bed, her robe falling apart to expose
the riches of her willing body to him, her legs going wide and her
pussy throbbing with need. But then a thought blazed through her, and
she turned aside, badly as she craved the thrusting of his prick. She
wanted something else more, and tore her mouth free to begin it.

"Darling--" Chuck's voice was puzzled, and his hands dropped
reluctantly from her tits as she slid down, moved her mouth down his
throat to his collar bone.

"I want to do this to you," she said thickly. "Do the same thing you
did to me yesterday--eat you. I want to eat your cock, lover. But I've
never done it before--not to my own husband, not to anyone--so if I
make mistakes, you'll have to tell me what I'm doing wrong."

Now she was slipping her mouth into the hairs of his chest, drawing a
trail of fire with her tongue, tasting the excitement of him and
feeling the rapid rise and fall of his rib cage. His nipple--she
discovered his mannish little nipple and found it to be standing as
stiffly as her own. Regina licked at it, and was rewarded by the sudden
arching and twisting of his body.

Using both hands on him, urging him onto his back across the bed,
Regina was on top then, biting gently at his nipple, worrying first
one, then the other, before dipping her gasping mouth down the center
of his chest to the trembling of his belly.

Nuzzling into the line of hairs, she touched the end of her tongue into
the indentation of his tummy, and when Chuck squirmed, pushed wetly
into his bellybutton as he had done to her before. Regina thrilled as
he did, reacted in almost the same way when he shuddered and bucked.

Her hands were on his hips, sliding down to fasten their thumbs into
the joining of his thighs. Up very close like that, the head of his
prick seemed enormous, and she stared entranced at the glisten of pre-
seminal fluid upon its blunt tip. Dare she taste that?

She did, with a swift flicking of her tongue that drew the droplet of
precious liquid back into her mouth. Regina tasted the slippery fluid
and found it good, so good that her lips moved out and down of their
own accord, to kiss that pulsing knob. And the kiss was preliminary to
the open-mouthed adoration. She didn't realize that she had the head of
Chuck's prick in her mouth until it was sliding over the rolling of her
tongue.

One hand hefted his balls; one set of fingers caressed the veined shaft
of his cock, and Regina went farther down, so that the head of his rod
slipped over the roof of her mouth and reached into the fevered cup of
her throat.

Hungrily, she licked at his prick, laved the knob with her darting
tongue, sucked on it until her cheeks dipped in, used her tongue to
push into the little slot. Chuck groaned and reached out to fasten his
fingers into her hair.

"Oh darling, darling!" His voice was strained and his crotch lifted to
her as his prick made gentle thrusts into her suctioning mouth. "Oh,
Regina--you're just perfect! So hot and wet--suck me, darling. Eat my
prick--eat me!"

"Ummm!" she murmured around his flexing cockhead, and redoubled her
efforts, loving the way his belly hiked and the way his ass drew taut
when he stroked into her face. She had a man's prick in her mouth, knew
the feel of its head bumping against the back of her throat, knew the
marvelous, inimitable closeness of oral love.

Sliding her mouth up and down on his throbbing cock, she ate him,
pushed and pulled and sucked, licked and nibbled and pumped, adoring
the taste and feel of it all, wishing madly that she could get every
inch of him in her mouth. She wanted to draw all of him down her
throat, head and shaft and balls, so she could truly devour him.

"R-Regina!" he gasped. "I--I'm coming, darling--coming!"

Blindly, passionately, she sucked harder, clenching the hairy root of
his prick and almost gagging on the hot flesh that reached so far into
her throat. She felt him stiffen out, knew the swelling of his
cockhead, and moaned in sheer delight as she realized what was
happening. Chuck Baker was about to ejaculate into her mouth, let go
his load of semen into her throat. And she wanted that, wanted it
insanely.

Boiling, bubbling, his come exploded into her mouth, flung itself
against the velvet cavity of her gasping throat, all sticky and
slippery, all thick and creamy.

Regina swallowed the oysterlike fluid, gulped down the hot spurts that
continued to burst forth from the head of his prick in lessening jets.
The stuff flooded her month, oily over her teeth and greasy upon her
tongue; it slid butterlike down her throat and into her stomach, where
she would truly digest this vital, living part of him. A part of Chuck
Baker would remain with her forever, absorbed into her flesh, eternally
surrounded by her.

Ah, how she adored the slippery, salt-sweet taste of his come, the
caress of his cockhead deep within her mouth. She bathed the slowly
shrinking head with her still avid tongue and continued to suck
tenderly upon it, trying to urge yet more of the man juice from it.

Sighing, Chuck lowered his crotch, and she followed it down, playing
with his hairy balls, fondling the root of his prick. They lay quietly
for a while, and she slipped her hands palm-up beneath the cheeks of
his ass, wanting to keep him fed into her mouth, wanting to lift him so
she could get one more sweet, stiff inch of his fabulous prick deeper
into her throat.

"Regina," he murmured, stroking her hair. "Dear Regina--nobody has to
teach you anything about eating a cock. You're born to it, and I don't
know why you never did it to Bill."

Slowly, she lifted her face, drew her lips lingeringly along the shaft
of his pole, gave it a final lick of her tongue, and sat up so she
could look at him. "I never had the nerve to try, and my husband never
wanted me to."

Chuck said, "I can't believe that old Bill is that uptight about oral
sex; maybe he just doesn't know anything about it. You didn't--before
yesterday--and you're for it."

"Yes," she whispered, "oh yes, yes," and saw with something like dismay
that she had done perhaps too good a job upon him, because his prick
was softening, drooping a little to one side.

He said, "When I saw you up here, I just couldn't stay away. I had to
have you again, darling; you're in my blood now. But I didn't expect
you to drain me so quickly, so I can't fuck you right away. I can eat
you again, though--and I will. Come here, Regina; just straddle my body
and slide up onto my face, then just sit right down on my mouth. I'll
devour you, darling."

Tingling all over, her skin gone tight and prickly, she did as he said,
placing one knee on each side of his body and moving bit by bit up to
where she was poised above his upturned face. She looked down and saw
him staring up into her dewy crotch, saw the expectant dampness of his
mouth, and a deep shiver racked her body. It was so thrilling, just to
be here with him, naked and sensuous and not really giving a damn about
taboos.

Lowering herself gently, she felt his hands slide up and take hold of
the cheeks of her ass, knew his tender fondling there. She flinched
when his breath stirred into the humid pubic hairs, and jerked a little
when his tongue reached up to dip swiftly into and along her trembling
pussy lips.

He might be smothered, she thought, and was happy she wasn't heavily
built, that she was willowy and slim in most of the right places.

His mouth blazed against her labia then, and she forgot everything
else, swaying like a wind-blown reed and trying to keep some sort of
balance. He lapped into her pussy, delved deeply into her cunt, and she
lost the struggle to remain upright. Weakened, her head whirling,
Regina leaned back and back, her hands seeking blindly for some kind of
support. She found it upon his hips, and clung there as her crotch
rolled and heaved.

She heard him groan and felt the vibrations within her vagina. He ate
into her cunt then, chewing and using his tongue as well as his lips.
Chuck pulled her labia into his teeth, only to push them back out with
his powerful tongue; then he sucked hard upon her pussy, and she seemed
to turn inside out. It was so stimulating, so penetrating that she
could only flow with the maddened emotions.

Rocking back and forth upon his face, Regina also swung her ass in slow
gyrations, rubbing her cunt all over his open mouth, smearing her warm
juices over his chin and his cheeks, knowing the feel of his nose like
another tongue, or another cock. She was fucking his mouth, screwing
his face, and she loved the sensation of being in control, of being the
one in command.

Her lover ate into her cunt, sucked her, gulped her liquids as she
flowed heavily down upon his siphoning mouth. She felt the rapture
climbing up her calves, sliding through her tensed thighs, and hunched
her pussy violently upon his teeth. He had her clit then, pulling at
it, drawing it into his bite.

"I'm coming, Chuck," she announced throatily, swinging her crotch in
circles, wiping her cunt into his mouth, her clit throbbing so savagely
that it was threatening to explode. "Oh Chuck, my darling, my lover, my
horny, sweet man! I'm coming, COMING!"

She let it go then, rode with the smashing waves of hot joy that broke
inside her vagina. Her tits swelled and she dug her fingers into his
hips as her thighs clenched on his face. Regina's clitoris thrummed and
expanded, and the tremendous orgasm thundered throughout her body,
splashed brilliant streaks of hot light in the corners of her soul.

Her upper body rose of its own volition, swung up and over and her head
dropped, so that her long blonde hair purled down free and golden. She
couldn't stop; it was as if the bones had melted and run out of her
some way, and she was limp inside and out. Over she went, and over some
more, until her hard-nippled tits brushed the bedspread. Then Regina
rolled to the left, his head still trapped between her thighs, and
curled her legs over his shoulders.

She died. She reached paradise as a houri and had jasmine rubbed into
her skin.

Starry-eyed, she looked out over her new kingdom, and saw the flutter
of something at the far portal. She blinked and her lover stirred his
mouth against her cunt. Not the portal, but a window--a window across
the alleyway, where a face was pressed against the screen and staring
intently at them wrapped nakedly here upon the bed!



Chapter 3


Regina cowered in the bathroom while her lover snatched at discarded
clothing and got the hell out of the house. She waited for what seemed
an eternity, clutching her robe about a body that had suddenly turned
shameful.

Someone in Chuck's family had seen them eating each other; somebody in
the other house had stared at them while they made oral love, as they
writhed naked and panting upon her son's bed. Someone had watched them,
but who?

Had it been Stella Baker? Regina drew her robe closer, feeling chilled.
Chuck's wife could have been the one staring through that screen,
sickened and upset. And damn it--Regina really liked Stella; they'd
been close friends for years, sharing confidences and gossip. But not
sharing the news that Regina was screwing Stella's husband.

Maybe it hadn't been Chuck's wife. It could have been his son Carey,
just turned sixteen but already quite an attractive young man.

Or possibly the watching face belonged to Judy Baker, who improved upon
her father's reddish hair and had copied his green eyes. Judy was
fifteen, and a doll-like beauty in her own right.

Three other Bakers; three possibilities, and Regina didn't really want
to think about any of them. How could she face Stella? What would the
kids think of her--and of their father?

She slunk from the bathroom and hurried to her own bedroom, doubly
thankful that her husband and kids were out of the house. Mind in a
whirl, she flung herself across the bed and bit into her pillow to keep
from crying. It was all so awful now, so mixed up and terrible. She
wanted to fuck her lover, needed badly to be fucked by him, eaten by
him. And now she had known a new experience, that of going down on a
man's prick and swallowing his semen. She simply couldn't turn herself
back into the sexually bored kind of drab housewife she had been
steadily turning into.

But neither did she want her new sex life exposed, held up to scorn and
ridicule. Maybe Stella and the Baker kids would hate her, sever all
relations with her; maybe Stella would even go so far as to ask for a
divorce.

No, she thought, oh no! For the same thing could happen to her, if the
witness in the other house told the story to her own husband. Facing
Bill would be very difficult, especially when she would have to admit
that she had sucked another man's cock, an act that Bill had never
approved of.

Clenching her fingers into the pillow, she squeezed her eyes tightly
shut and tried to make all the unpleasantness go away. But of course it
didn't, and she had finally nerved herself to sitting up when she heard
the footsteps in the hall.

Was it Chuck, come swiftly back to tell her who had seen them? Not so
soon, she thought, and rubbed the back of her fingers across her lashes
to hide any wayward tears.

The boy came quickly through the door and kicked it shut behind him. He
stood there, every muscle in his body tensed, breathing hard as he
stared at her.

Carey Baker--and she couldn't hold his eyes; her own eyes slid away and
she made fists in her lap. So it had been Chuck's son at the window,
and here he was to hurl the accusation in her face, here to call her
bitch and home wrecker and all the vile things his young mind could
conceive.

He said, "I saw you and my father. I saw what you were doing with him."

Regina's voice sounded thin and squeaky: "Yes, but Carey--please listen
and don't blame me, don't blame us too much--"

Moving toward the bed, toward her, he said, "You were riding his face,
but only after you gave him a head job."

"Carey," she said, "that sounds so--so raw. It wasn't--it isn't like
that at all."

He was beside her, standing too near, towering over her although he was
slim and very, very young. But Regina's eyes widened as she saw the
telltale bulge in his tight jeans, the swelling that announced his
passion as his cock bulged against the material. She could only stare
puzzled at the boy's rod, unable to comprehend the meaning of it all.

Until Carey made it clear by saying, "Mrs. Abbott, my father didn't see
who it was. I ducked out of the house and around back before he could
find me. But you know and I know, and if you don't want anybody else to
know--my mother, your husband--then you'll have to do exactly as I
say."

Her mouth worked, but strange sounds came out, nothing that was words,
and Carey repeated his threat. "I'll fink on you, if you don't take me
on, too. I--Mrs. Abbott, I've been horny for you for years, watching
the way that crazy ass moves under your skirts, seeing the way your
fine tits bob up and down, and when we all go swimming together, I go
out of my head seeing all that bare skin."

She said at last, "C-Carey--I don't--look, you're just a boy, younger
than my own son, and I--"

"You have to," he said, that hard bulge in his jeans only inches from
her face now. "You have to fuck me, or I'll tell on you and my father.
You don't want that, Mrs. Abbott."

"No," she agreed, "no, I don't want that."

He pushed forward on her, eager beyond control, and lost balance so
that they rolled together on the bed. Regina felt her robe fly open,
felt the brush of her bare thigh against the boy's leg.

Carey ripped at his clothes, kicked and wiggled and tried to hold onto
her at the same time. She wasn't really resisting, though; she was far
too stunned for putting up a fight. And the boy had the power over her;
he could tear up two marriages by reporting what he'd witnessed. But
Carey--Chuck's son?

Squirming, panting, he was naked then, and his skin was smoothly warm;
he had his mother's coloring, an olive skin and dark eyes, and she felt
the anxious prodding of his slim prick.

It was hot against her bare skin, against the tenseness of her skin,
and Regina flinched at the touch. He was just a boy, and so young--so
very young.

"You have to screw me," he said. "Don't forget, you have to; it doesn't
make any difference that I never fucked before. You can't laugh at me
because I'm a cherry, because you have to screw me."

A virgin, she thought; a boy virgin desperate for his first sexual
experience, needing a woman in the particularly intense way novel to
those upon the threshold of discovery. Carey was a cherry, and he
wanted to have her for his first piece of ass, needed her so feverishly
that he'd resort to blackmail to have her. That was sweet, she thought,
and felt wiser, far more experienced.

"Here, Carey," she said, softly. "You like my tits--here, kiss them."

He was laying half atop her, and his head darted eagerly down at the
breasts she exposed for him, dipped hungrily to press his lips against
the tender flesh. Once he found the erectile nipple, Carey pulled it
avidly into his mouth and worked it over with his hot, wet tongue. Then
he settled down to sucking on it, while kneading both her sensitive
mounds with his hands.

So sweet and innocent, she thought, so young and anxious to taste
everything sensuous, to know and to be all. She stroked his hair and
found that her hips were making movements. Running one hand down the
smoothness of his back and around to his flank, Regina slid her fingers
to find the stiff and throbbing length of his prick. It was very hard,
not nearly so thick or long as his father's cock, but a lovely prick,
too.

For one startled moment, Regina thought how terrible it was for her to
be comparing cocks, especially those of father and son. But she had
compared Chuck Baker's rod with that of her husband, and now she was
about to totally feel the difference, if there was any, in Carey's
vibrant prick.

She was taking another lover, just about to fuck a boy who was younger
than her own son, and instead of being repelled, instead of being
horrified by the event, Regina was excited. She squeezed the boy's cock
and he responded with a moan around the nipple of her tit. Better not
play with him too much, she decided; he would probably go off in her
hand, and she didn't want all that thrilling stuff wasted.

Gently then, she urged his quivering body up on her own, being the
teacher, doing the guiding for his first real act of love. She found
herself shuddering in anticipation, all other considerations fleeing
her mind. Of course, there had been fleeting thoughts about where she
was, about the possibility of someone discovering her with the boy. But
since she really had no control over the situation, she accepted the
dangers.

As she was accepting the poking of the boy's cock. Regina helped him
with it, used gentle fingers to steer the impatient head of his prick
into the softly receiving lips of her pussy.

Carey gave a strong hunch and buried his cock in her, shoved it home
with one long and driving stroke that brought his balls into the crack
of her ass. She gasped as the hardness made itself felt throughout her
cunt. Her clitoris quivered with delight as the meaty staff slid over
it, and Regina bent her knees then, lifted them so that she could
spread her thighs better, so that she could take this delicious young
boy into the hot, wet gripping of her vagina.

She was jolted by the feel of him inside her, shocked by the fresh
young savagery of the boy. But it was good, very good, and a new
excitement raced in her flesh. Carey slammed his shaft deep, drew it
back immediately and pounded it to the root once again. He knew only
that he had to fuck her hard and fast, and she couldn't stop him now,
even if she had wanted to. She met his thrusts, ground her hairy crotch
into his and rode the strokes of his inexperienced cock, knowing that
this first time couldn't last, realizing that he would very soon
explode his virginal load of semen into her suctioning hole.

It was too quick for her, and she wouldn't reach her own orgasm--yet;
but this boy was young and strong, and he would be ready to fuck again,
almost immediately. Regina would see to that.

He was panting hard now, gasping as he fed his strong slim prick into
her excited pussy, and she reached around to take the hard cheeks of
his sleek ass in her hands, helping him to ram it into her body.

"M-Mrs. Abbott--oh, uhh! I'm going to do it, Mrs. Abbott! I'm going to
shoot off inside your pussy, let go right in your fabulous pussy! Here
it comes--oohhh! I'm coming, Mrs. Abbott--I'm coming in you!"

She clutched the cheeks of his boyish ass and felt them contract; she
also felt the upward leap of his balls as the semen hurtled from them.
Grabbing desperately for his lips with her hungry mouth, Regina thrust
her tongue deep into his mouth as his cock gave a final stabbing
movement.

Then the beautiful rush of fluids geysered deep into her receptive
vagina, packed itself thick and creamily against the pulsing of her
womb. His first load, she thought; the boy's first ejaculation into a
cunt, and she was on the receiving end of the exquisite showering.
Foamy and torrid, the liquid roared through her pussy, bathing the
flexing walls of her vagina with hot juices. It was lovely for her,
enchanted as the sensation was for him, and Regina was ecstatic that
she had shared this scintillating moment with the boy.

He tore his mouth sobbing from hers, and his hands bit into her taut
breasts. "Oh, Mrs. Abbott--I love you, love you!"

"And I love you, Carey," she said, drifting her fingertips into the
crack of his ass, feeling the little tight ring there, making him
flinch forward an impossible inch to reach into the greasy confines of
her filled pussy. "Just hold on, darling, and we'll fuck some more."

His prick remained stiff inside her snatch, but the rest of his body
went limp, temporarily drained of strength by the tremendous release of
him come. His lips were against her throat now, and he whispered, "I'm
not sorry I made you screw me, beautiful Mrs. Abbott. You'd never have
done it any other way, and I'm glad I saw you and my father going down
on each other."

She stroked the cheeks of his ass, rolled her hips slightly so that his
thoroughly slippery prick would work around inside the clenching of her
cunt muscles. The thicker base of his stiff cock passed over her
aching, swollen clit. Regina said, "I'm glad, too, darling. It's
wonderful, having your little-boy prick in my cunt. I never fucked
anyone but my own husband until your daddy and I screwed. And now I've
been fucked by you."

He kept his face hidden in her neck, but his hands were straying over
her willing body, feeling, caressing, touching her hips and the inner
softness of her belly at the connections of her thighs. "Can I screw as
good as them? As good as my father and your husband?"

"Of course," she comforted him. "You're young and strong and very
eager. The size of a man's cock doesn't have much to do with how much
enjoyment a women gets, darling. Just so long as you use it well--and
you do. Feel around inside my cunt with that sweet cock, Carey; isn't
it hot and juicy? It's all slidy and greasy with your come, darling."

"It feels terrific," he said, touching the tip of his tongue to her
throat, moving his seeking hands between their bellies to finger
tenderly among her curling pubic hairs. "Is it okay to just keep
screwing, to do it again, without even taking out my prick?"

She hiked her ass, moved her crotch so that his fingers were dipping
into the upper edge of her labia, feeling into the hood where her
inflamed clit stood throbbing. "Feel deeper, baby," she breathed
huskily. "And move your cock in me. There--oh, there! Yes, that's
right, my lovely boy with the hard prick--that's so right! Feel into my
cunt and fuck me at the same time--oohh! OH!"

His ass backed off, moved forward, and as he fingered into her wet,
steaming cavity, Carey Baker was fucking again, sliding his well-oiled
young prick steadily into her overheated pussy. Regina lifted her legs
and crossed them over back clamped this marvelous smooth body between
her legs and fucked him back, grinding her crotch in sharp circles,
bumping him with her furred pelvic bone. His prick was thrilling within
her saturated cunt, stimulating her clitoris and making her gasp with
raw delight at every thrust.

Sweet and hot, strong and hungry, Carey screwed her bouncing onto the
mattress, rattling the bed against the wall as he shoved it home in a
quickening rhythm that was bringing her swiftly to her delayed climax,.
Regina held off coming as long as she could, reveling in the act of
fucking itself and wanting it never to end.

But the provocative stroking of his cock was too much for her, and the
splendid feeling poured over her clitoris, radiating from that seat of
passion to burn every tiny bit of her pussy. She wiggled and humped,
rotating her cunt on the goodness of his hammering prick, trying to
make her muscles bite down on the shaft, clamping hard upon the spongy
head of it.

She forgot herself and bit the boy, nipped him with her teeth and he
flinched, but didn't break the pace of his fucking. Digging her
fingernails into the cheeks of his ass, Regina urged him deeper and
harder into her juicy cunt, squeezing him with her legs and arms.

Head rolling, eyes gone blind with rapture, she moaned it at him: "Oh
Carey, lover! Oh you sweet young boy! Fuck me, fuck me! Ram that
wonderful prick up my pussy and fuck me until I can't breathe, until I
pass out."

He grunted his answer, responded by ramrodding his cock like a runaway
piston, feeding it into her twisting pussy until the mad waves of
ecstasy dimmed for her, but only faintly. For then his screwing her
wet, sizzling cunt brought him back to the climax he'd had in there
before.

With his own semen turning buttery around his plunging shaft, with his
own come and her lubricants turning to beaten froth in the intensity of
his efforts, Carey Baker came again. This second eruption was only a
little smaller than the first, Regina thought, and luxuriated in the
spurting of the slippery jelly as it overflowed her palpitating cunt.



Chapter 4


She cooked a terrific dinner, working very hard at the preparation in
order to keep her mind away from what she had been doing the rest of
the day--sharing oral sex with Chuck Baker, and being fucked by his
young son.

It was difficult maintaining normal discussions with her own husband,
but Regina managed by keeping everything on the level of food and kids
and what they were going to do for the rest of the summer.

From time to time, as she bustled about the kitchen, Regina cast
sidelong glances at her husband, feeling a stranger to him for the
first time in many years. He was still a good-looking man, tall and
fair, with deep brown eyes and chocolate brown hair. Bill was only 38,
and she wondered why he had cooled toward her sexually.

Was it the burden of habit, a too well-known set of responses that had
turned into boredom? Probably, she thought; it wasn't that she didn't
love Bill any more; it was that with Chuck, there was the flaming
excitement of newness, of romance.

Bill might even feel the same way, with some other woman. With Stella,
then; Regina set the table and thought about using Stella to divert her
husband. It would ease the pressure all the way around, make Stella not
so watchful over Chuck and probably prevent her from discovering the
other liaison between her son and Regina.

Bill said, "You're looking great, baby."

She almost jumped, but fought her tensed body into stillness. "Thank
you, Bill."

He came close to her. "It's not a new hairdo, and even though that
dress looks great on you, it's not new, either. I can't figure just
what it is about you, but I'd swear you look years younger--and sexier,
too."

She manufactured a quick smile for him, brushed by to arrange the table
setting. "Oh? It's nice of you to notice."

This was something she hadn't even taken into consideration, the fact
that her husband might suddenly turn sensuous and want her again. How
could she screw Bill, without thinking of those torrid sessions with
his best friend--and with that horny sixteen-year-old boy?

Lifting her voice to forestall any other advances by Bill, she called
out: "Come and get it, kids! Dinner's ready."

She thought she read disappointment in his eyes as she rushed back into
the kitchen, but there had also been a heightening of interest. Regina
sensed that she would have to steel herself to being laid by her own
husband this evening, although the marks of her other fuckings that day
hadn't had time to wear away yet.

Their kids saved her from further introspection, bouncing in to the
table and kidding each other the way they usually did. Serving the
steak, Regina looked over her children, seeing them with newly
speculative eyes, since her sweaty coupling with one of their
contemporaries.

There was Dale, seventeen years old with a beautiful tan that set off
his blond hair and green eyes. He was nearly as tall as his father, but
slimmer, with that arrogant slouch of the young male. Did her son have
hot eyes for some older married woman, like Carey Baker had? Would her
own son blackmail that woman into sexual relations with him, as Carey
had?

No, Regina thought, shaking her head as she brought out the baked
potatoes and trimmings of sour cream and the like. Dale wouldn't go so
far; he was still just a kid--but older than Carey. He must have some
of the same powerful sex pressures within him, then. She bit her lip
and refused to think any more along that line, because the image that
came to mind was one of her golden boy in a leggy tangle with none
other than Stella Baker.

Then there was her daughter Monica, only sixteen, but already a raving
beauty with dark honey hair and liquid brown eyes, a tall, lithe girl
fond of swimming and sports. Could Monica possibly have some of the
same ideas about screwing, or could she already be getting laid by one
of her boyfriends?

Regina glanced at the pert breasts lifting against the thin, almost
see-through blouse her daughter wore, and wondered. But that was a
terrible thing to think. Just because she had been fucking two
different lovers was no cause to blame her children for things they
hadn't done.

Or had they?

Somehow, she got through the dinner, accepting their compliments on the
cooking, and somehow she ate dessert and smiled when the kids cleared
the table and stuffed the dishwasher for her. But her mind was leaping
here and there like a terrified rabbit, reliving her recent sins and
wondering how she was going to handle the upcoming screwing with Bill.

He barely gave the heavy dinner time to digest before making his first
move. The kids had been gone for an hour then, and Regina had
desperately changed channels on TV and gone to the bathroom and
everything else to keep him from getting seriously passionate. But he
wasn't to be put off any longer, and she didn't really want to avoid
screwing him. That might make him suspicious, since she had always been
responsive to his needs.

So when he reached for her, she sank onto the couch with him, sliding
her arms around his waist and turning her face for his kiss. His tongue
lightly touched hers, and she surprised herself by the violent answer
she gave it.

"Hey," Bill said, "something has really turned you on. Like I said
earlier, you look different, act different. And I'm not knocking it,
baby."

She kissed him again, before he could ask any questions or come to any
conclusions. Having sex with other men had brightened her, made her
more receptive, warmer and softer. Now if she could only fuck him well,
without feeling guilty--

Her hand was moving of its own accord, delving into his pants and
bringing out the familiar prick with its knobby head. It felt hard and
eager on her fingers, and she drew her nails along the bottom of his
shaft, scratching gently into the hair that thickly surrounded his
balls.

Sighing, Bill cupped her tits in both hands while she played with his
cock, and she knew a twinge of frustration as they were falling into
the same old pattern. Deliberately breaking it, she suddenly leaped up
and whipped her dress over her head. Following with bra and panties,
she was naked in a moment, and Bill stared at her, disconcerted.

"Regina--what if the kids come home early?"

She was back beside him with one flowing movement, tugging at his pants
and urging them off. "They won't--but if they do, that's too damned
bad."

"Look, baby--we can go on upstairs as we always do--"

"No," she said sharply. "We're not going to do anything the way we
always do. There are no rules to screwing, nothing that says we have to
do it this way or that way. I'm pretty damned tired of all that, Bill."

He could only stare at her as she pulled down his pants, but he lifted
his ass so she could work his shorts over his legs. "What's gotten into
you, Regina? I thought we were kind of happy; slowing down some, of
course, like all old married couples, but--"

"I'm not old," she said, and pushed him back upon the couch, a little
amazed at her own temerity, but also tasting the heady wine of a new
power. "And anything I want to do with you or to you is right, Bill. Do
you understand that--right?"

He lay back as her face approached his belly-button. "I-I don't know."

She'd gone this far, and the pushing was doing something to her,
besides blotting out any sense of guilt she might be carrying. Maybe
she'd make her husband angry, or upset him so much that he'd reject
her, but that was a chance she was simply going to have to take. Regina
kissed his belly and ran the tip of her hotly questing tongue down the
line of crisp hair to his navel.

"Regina! What the hell are you--"

Paying no heed to the shock in his voice, nor to the reaching out of
his hands for her head, she licked swiftly down to his pelvis, and when
Bill jerked at the touch, wrapped her tongue around the thick base of
his veined cock.

"Baby--oh baby, no! You can't--"

Cupping his balls with one hand, grasping the root of his prick with
the other, she whispered fiercely, "The hell I can't!" and ran her
mouth, nipping the length of his shaft. When her lips came to the
purplish head, she opened them wide and fitted them cupping over it.

"Regina!" His hands tugged at her hair, but she would not let go,
refused to remove the hotness of her mouth from around the head of her
husband's prick. It was the first time for her to ever taste it, the
first time for Bill to know an oral caress from her, and it was long
past time for them both to know the pleasures.

Her tongue raced over it, dipped into the little slot, picked up a
sample of his pre-seminal fluid, and she thought how silly it had been
of them to avoid this through the years. She felt his fingers tighten
in her hair, but he stopped trying to pull her away, and was only
holding on. Regina began to suck, to draw his head deep into the back
of her ready throat, as she had learned by eating another man's prick.
Suck it in, push it back out with her tongue; draw it deep and lick it
shallow. It was nice.

"Oh," Bill panted, "oh good lord, baby! I--we never did this before--I-
-you--"

She answered "Ummm," raking the head of his cock along the roof of her
mouth, and along her dormant tongue. He tasted different from Chuck,
but she couldn't compare the flavor of his prick with that of Carey's,
because she had not yet sucked the boy. But she would, she promised
herself, she certainly would. She got a special kick from making men
squirm like this, and she adored the matchless intimacy of eating
prick.

Her husband writhed and bucked his belly, his thighs trembling
spasmodically. She clung to his balls and bobbed her head up and down
on his cock, sucking and licking, pulling and pushing.

Bill gasped: "Baby--let me take it out--oh please baby! I'm going to
come--I'll come in your mouth, if you don't let go!"

She hummed "Ummm!" again, and worried the flexing bulb of his prick
with her teeth before applying wet suction once more. She felt the
powerful rise of his semen as it came throbbing through the veins of
his cock, felt the expansion of the head as the come gathered there.

"Let go, Regina!"

She only sucked harder, her long hair making a coverlet across his
heaving belly. The semen couldn't be held back for another moment, and
came rushing out the tip of his prick in a hot torrent. Hissing along
her tongue, the come was thick and creamy, tasting strongly yet sweetly
of man's essence and his love.

Bill groaned and bucked, driving the length of his cock into her mouth,
bumping the head against her throat. She had been expecting that, so it
didn't make her gag. But when he tried to relax, she continued to
siphon him, swallowing every slippery drop of his come and licking
hungrily across the head of his prick for more.

Lovingly, she nibbled his softening cock, lapping it and rolling its
head around inside her mouth. When at last she allowed it to slide from
her lips, she dropped her mouth beside the pulsing shaft and sucked one
of his balls.

His hands shuddered upon her head, then one of them slipped down to
stroke her cheek, to finger adoringly over an eyebrow. She had him,
Regina thought happily; she had shocked her husband and stunned him
beyond anything that had ever happened to him before, but she had also
captured him in a stronger web of flesh and lust than that which had
held them together in the past.

"Oh baby," he said softly, wonderingly, "that was great."

"You can do it to me now," she said. "Make it great for me, too."

As she crawled up his body, kissing first his rib cage, then the
tautness of his nipples, she could sense his withdrawal, his reluctance
to go down on her in turn.

Bill said, as she was biting tenderly at his throat. "I never did that,
Regina; you know I never did that."

She told a white lie: "I didn't, either. But you liked it, didn't you?"

"Yes," he admitted. "I--it was so different, like nothing that ever
happened to me. And because you were doing it for me, it was better.
But I don't know if I can--I mean, my mouth on you like that--"

She kissed his lips, and knew that he did not realize he was getting a
taste of his own semen. Tonguing him lightly, prompted by her newfound
sexual freedom, Regina said, "Sure you can, and you will." Then she
kept right on going up his body, rubbing the dewy hairiness of her
pussy lips up his belly, then across his chest.

Her thighs held his head pinned into position, and she stared down at
his mouth, at his chin only inches from the eager wetness of her mound.
"Love my pussy, Bill; use your mouth to love my pussy, as you've used
your prick so often. Make me squeal and wiggle, darling; make me come."

His hands were on her thighs, trembling a little, and he tentatively
kissed the inner surface of her thighs, his breath stirring into her
pubic hairs.

"I don't know how," he said, but no longer shocked, no longer repelled.
"But if you'll tell me what to do--"

That was what young Carey said: tell me what to do; show me how to fuck
you, Mrs. Abbott. And his father had already known how, all she had
needed with Chuck was the opportunity. Now she had to teach her own
husband the things one of her lovers had shown her, and that was all
right, too.

"Just lick me," she said, pushing the curly bronzed hairs of her cunt
closer to him, lifting her ass slightly from his upper chest. "Lick my
pussy lips as if you're a little puppydog. And when you're ready, shove
your tongue right on inside me. You know where the clit is, darling--
that's where you do most of your eating."

With that instruction, Regina pushed her cunt right into his face,
brought it down to cover most of his face with her crotch. She placed
her hands on top of his head to brace herself, and felt the hot lapping
of his tongue as he followed her directions. When her husband shoved
into her labia, spreading them with the thickness of his tongue, she
shivered. It was a wild feeling, to have him eating into her snatch for
the first time, after all the years they had been married, after all
the fuckings they had shared, without oral love.

"Eat it," she said breathlessly, "oh Bill, my darling--eat my cunt!
Bite into it, lick it, suck it. Oh yes, suck my pussy, Bill!"

His fingers dug into her thighs as he did exactly that, drawing her
cunt lips into his mouth, pulling in the soft inner membranes and
applying pressure to them. His tongue darted hotly in and out,
caressing the intense feeling of her clitoris. Bill got the knack of
bringing out the little nubbin, and when he got his teeth around it,
she hunched violently against his mouth, rolling her ass and feeding
him her pussy.

"Chew me up and swallow me!" she ordered, pressing on his head to force
his gasping mouth ever deeper into her inflamed cunt. "Eat my pussy,
Bill--suck me and gobble me--oohh! Oh, darling--that's so good--so
good!"

He was into it now, burrowing his nose and mouth into her undulating
cunt, running his tongue full length and sucking the clit into his
teeth. She rode his head, fucked his face and clamped it between her
knees, put pressure upon it with her thighs, being the bitch goddess,
the masterful cunt. And her husband loved it, luxuriated in her
dominance, gulped and ate her cunt for all he was worth.

She couldn't hold it back, nor did she try. Moaning and shaking, Regina
gripped his head and pumped her pussy savagely over his mouth, wetting
his chin and his cheeks, grinding and humping as the orgasm built to
magnificent proportions within her body.

"I'm coming, Bill! Oh--ahh--yes, oh yes! I'm coming, coming--eat me--
oohh--aahh! COMING!"

He growled into her flexing cunt, bit deep and drew madly upon her
vagina as she pounded her crotch upon his face. White hot stars shot
across her eyes, and a rapture so keen as to be almost a pain, broke
within her pussy. Her thighs quivered, and she knew again the
compression of her asshole, the streaming flow of her inner juices. She
came, and she came, and for a few crazy seconds thought that perhaps
she would come forever.

Bonelessly, she slipped from his greasy face and melted beside him,
sliding down his heaving chest to press her tits there, to blend her
well-sucked pussy into the new hardness of his revitalized cock.

"Oh Bill, Bill," she breathed against his ear. "That was so wonderful
for me."

"For me, too," he admitted. "Never thought I'd enjoy eating a woman's
cunt, but I did. Makes us seem a lot closer, doesn't it?"

"Yes, darling." Even as she answered, she was wiggling nearer, rubbing
the juicy dripping of her labia over the swollen shaft of his prick.
"It makes me so hot I can hardly stand it. I'm ready to go again--
aren't you?"

And without waiting for his answer, she took his prick in one hand and
guided the spongy head of it into the oily lips of her cunt. A twist
and a hunch, and the hard shaft pushed deeply into the wet velvet of
her vagina, where it thrilled her turned-on pussy.

Slowly and eagerly, she fucked him, or rather, they fucked together,
reveling in the easy screwing, in the wetly lubricated inner surfaces
of her cunt, in the manly stiffness of his prick. They moved together
with the long familiarity of people who had repeated the selfsame act a
thousand times or more, and the tender fitting of cock into pussy was
good.

But, Regina thought, it wasn't really the same as always, for a new
life stirred within her vagina, and a new hardness enlivened his cock.
She had aroused them both to fever pitch by first going down on him,
then practically forcing him to eat her in turn.

There was a new awareness of themselves as individuals, a difference to
their lovemaking now. He seemed to treat her body with respect that
bordered upon awe, his fingers stroking over the cheeks of her ass, his
mouth tucked now into the musky valley between her tits.

And she found she was enjoying him much more, that her introduction to
oral sex had brightened all her senses, made them sharper. Maybe her
affairs with the Bakers, father and son, had ripened her body, made it
hotter and wetter and more giving, therefore more capable of receiving
love.

Grinding slowly with her husband, feeling his prick reach around in the
clinging confines of her pussy, Regina wondered briefly what Bill would
do, how he would react, if she suddenly announced that she had fucked
the Bakers, that she had eaten Chuck's prick and swallowed his semen.

He would be jolted to his wisdom teeth, she thought; he might even turn
to her, beat the hell out of her. And quite possibly she would deserve
it--not for the fucking itself, nor the exchanges of mouth upon cunt
and mouth upon cock--but for blurting out information like that.

It was possible that she might never be able to tell him, but she
couldn't help wondering how long she would be able to keep her secret
from her husband. And from her kids, and from the other Bakers who
weren't yet in on it--Stella and Judy.

She moved with him, grinding her pelvis into his, riding the long,
lingering thrusts of his prick, enjoying to the fullest the sensuous
feelings of fucking. Bill fondled her ass and kissed her neck, licking
along to find her ear and wiggling the tip of his tongue into it. She
quaked violently, and her cunt bucked on his prick.

"Fuck me long and fuck me deep, lover," she whispered, realizing that
she had never spoken so openly to him before. She also realized that
she would never be able to stop screwing Chuck Baker, and even if she
tried to put him off, young Carey would be back for more ass. She'd
have to do something, and pretty soon, maybe convince Bill he should go
on a long vacation alone, but that would still leave her kids in the
house.

"Take this cock, baby," Bill said. "Ride it because you love it, you
hot-cunted bitch."

She was that, she thought, beginning to gyrate wildly upon his cock--
she was certainly a hot-cunted bitch, and she meant to stay that way.



Chapter 5


She was trapped in the garage, ambushed there as she was starting to
get into the car. He came out of the shadows swiftly, and before she
could do more than gasp, was in the seat beside her.

"Carey! What--"

He threw an arm around her neck and pulled her face to his. His lips
were warm, his tongue a fiercely demanding probe, both wet and hurried.
Her tits came against his hard young chest, and even though she
struggled to push him away, the nipples lifted in anticipation.

"Carey--what's the matter? Everyone's home now, and we can't--"

"We have to," he whispered. "I can't stand it any longer, Mrs. Abbott;
I have to fuck you again, right away, or go out of my head."

"But not here, Carey--we can't--somebody might come into the garage at
any moment, and--"

His hands were at her breasts, fondling and squeezing, and he was
pushing the slim stiffness of his rock-hard prick against her thigh.
Despite herself and the logic that said she should try to convince the
boy to leave right away, Regina was aroused by the desperation of his
need, the boyish urgency that could not be without her.

It was wonderful to be wanted and needed this badly, that he would face
the chance of discovery rather than do without screwing her for another
minute.

His hands moved from her breasts to her thighs, and one thrust hungrily
between them. She spread them for him, feeling a tingle in her belly as
he cupped her mound, even though it was constricted behind nylon
panties.

She said, "Carey, can't you wait just a little while? I'm supposed to
be going shopping now."

He was nuzzling into her tits, his breath coming warm between them,
penetrating the thin silk of her blouse. "No. I cant wait; I waited all
night, going crazy, jacking off, even; and if I can't fuck you right
here and right now, I'm going to come in my pants. Just touching you
does that to me; you're so beautiful and warm and sexy."

She stroked his hair, and before she knew it, was lifting her ass so he
could work the panties down over her legs. But in the car, here in the
garage where anybody might pop in? It had to be, the chance had to be
taken, because it was too late now for backing out, and her pussy was
throbbing with damp eagerness. It was nice, to be so desired, to be so
important to someone, especially to a boy as young as this and just
coming into manhood.

His finger slipped into her cunt, and Regina twitched in response, her
ass hiking itself and her pussy lips spreading in readiness, going all
greasy and hot. She kissed him, pulling his head up and his face away
from her tits to do it; she ran the length of her tongue into his
mouth, trying to reach the back of his throat. He gasped and his finger
worked in her pulsing cunt.

Then she pulled his tongue into her own mouth, where she sucked on it.
The feeling must have freaked the boy out, for she felt him flinch and
heave, felt his finger jerk within the folds of her pussy. Regretfully,
she broke the kiss, but only to swing her leg up and over him.

"Pull down your jeans and open your legs," she said. "I'll lift up and
straddle you; that way we can work your lovely young prick up into my
cunt. I'll just sit down on it and force your meat right into me. But
we'll have to fuck fast, darling. Someone could see us."

Carey Baker was too busy for talking; he was taking a grip on the
smooth cheeks of her ass as she straddled his body and took hold of his
cock. Guiding it deftly into the opening of her hairy slot, Regina slid
downward as the head penetrated, and felt the length of his hard young
shaft ease into her vagina. She came to rest tightly against his
pelvis, and he hunched up at her pussy as she ground on his prick.

Her tits were against his face, and he mouthed damply at them through
her blouse. But she was beyond caring about the appearances as she
wiggled on his delightful cock, as she lifted her ass and drove it down
again. Her fingernails dug into the boy's shoulders, and she screwed
him more savagely than she had before, really fucking him hard and
dirty.

Carey matched her thrusts, driving his prick up into her as she gyrated
her ass and clamped down with her vaginal muscles. She was juicy
inside, and his rod slid thrillingly in the oils.

He went uh-uh-uh! and she felt him stiffen out, felt the telltale
expansion of the head of his prick, and hurried her own stroking to
catch up with his orgasm. Carey let go in her pussy, fired out a jet
stream of semen that hissed boiling against her womb and drenched the
walls of her cunt.

His cock jerked and bucked, letting out the discharges, spitting one
burst of come after another. Regina slithered her cunt in the greasy
stuff, wiggled and squirmed, and felt her own climax bursting deep
within her vagina, felt her clit flex and quiver.

"I'm coming, darling!" she said into the top of his head, into the soft
hair waved darkly there. "Oh, you gorgeous boy! What a wonderful young
cock--oohh, Carey! Ohh!"

It was good, tearing softly at her snatch and squirting hotly through
her belly, making her thighs snap taut and her ass clench its cheeks.
Carey clung to them, held her ass close as if he was afraid to ever let
go.

Sighing, she realized it was up to her to break it up, or this young
stud would try to fuck her all day long. Prosaic though it might be,
she still had shopping to do. So she put weight upon her feet and
lifted; his prick came sliding creamily out, and she knew there was
semen on her mound, wetting the hairs, and drawn in a sticky trail down
the inside of one thigh.

"So quick," he breathed, and she said, "Sorry."

Whipping up her panties, she blotted at her wet mound with them, let
them snap into place and hoped her skirt would hide the stains. She
said, "Carey, you're a doll and I love you, but you must leave now.
I'll try to see you tomorrow."

"That's a long time off, and my father will probably get to you first."

She sat behind the wheel again and patted his cheek. "Pull up your
jeans, darling, even though it's a shame to hide such a beautiful young
prick. And don't be jealous of your own father--or of my husband,
either. I have enough hot sex to go around for all of you. It's just a
matter of juggling it all around and finding time for everyone, without
letting at least two of them know. You and I know that we're fucking,
but your father and my husband don't know. You know that I'm also
screwing your daddy, but my husband doesn't know that, either. And for
now, I'd like very much to keep it that way."

He adjusted his pants and tucked in his tee-shirt. "I just wish we
didn't have to hide and sneak, that we could all fuck you whenever we
want."

Regina said thoughtfully, "So do I, darling. It would be so much easier
on us all, and it would be honest. I wonder what we can do about it."

Carey Baker got out of her car, but leaned his forearms on the window
and said, "Maybe we could get my mom to go for your husband."

Regina stared at him. "Your--mother? You wouldn't mind that, knowing
that your very own mother was fucking another man?"

He looked away, his cheeks turning red. "No, I guess not. The idea kind
of turns me on, even. And if Mom did screw Mr. Abbott, then my father
couldn't get mad about it--since he's screwing you."

"That's right," Regina said slowly. "In fact, that's a very good idea,
Carey. Your mother is a beautiful woman, and I imagine that my husband
has been eyeing her for some years now, but without ever getting up the
nerve to lay a hand on her. Yes, I think that Bill could very easily be
seduced by Stella--but she would have to take the initiative; he
doesn't have the guts to start anything with her."

He said, "I guess you have to start it off. Maybe you could talk to
Mom, or something."

She whistled soundlessly. "That's a big order. If Stella blows up--"
but she thought of what would happen if Stella accepted the idea
enthusiastically, if she took on Bill and left Regina a free field with
Chuck and Carey. That was trading one for two, which wasn't a bad deal.

And if Stella Baker did raise hell and possibly make Chuck move out of
the neighborhood, that wouldn't stop Regina from having dates with the
Baker males. It would just make them a bit more difficult, but it would
also cut down the chances of discovery by her own family.

"Darling," she said, "I'll work on it. Meanwhile, be careful as you
can, and Carey--thank you for being so sweet and so horny."

She shopped in a daze, picking things from the gourmet shelves,
overlying her guilts with goodies for her family. If she didn't get
Bill into screwing with Stella, Regina's family would all be fat. It
was funny, she thought, how she didn't feel at all jealous of her
husband now that she had strayed from the marital path herself. She
could picture Bill and Stella fucking away, and not get angry.

Checking out at the counter, she thought that the contrary was true,
that instead of getting mad at Bill, actually seeing him screw her best
girlfriend would turn Regina on. She could imagine them naked together,
Bill's brown pubic hair blending with Stella's curly black pussy hair.
Shivering, Regina took her grocery cart out to her car. The very idea
was making her hot, even though she had been fucked only a few minutes
before.

She drove home slowly, turning plans over in her mind and discarding
them when she saw the holes in them. There was really no other way than
to approach Stella directly, or rather, while she had a few drinks in
her. Stella was always looser and easier, when she had downed a few.

That afternoon, Regina decided; she could go over and con Stella into
drinking with her, make up some story of a new unhappiness or
something. Then she could spring the idea of husband-swapping on her
friend and see if it took.

Later on, Stella could discover that Regina had also been fucking her
son. Regina pulled her car into the garage and thought: son. It was
right here that she'd crawled on top of Carey Baker for that last quick
but delicious screw. Would her own son be thinking about Stella like
that, horny for the dreamed-of chance to get into an older woman's
cunt?

Maybe Dale was just as hot to fuck something; maybe he was also a
cherry, a virgin boy eager to spill a load of young semen into some
experienced pussy. The idea shook her and she sat with her thighs
pressed together to still a weird throbbing deep within the tissues of
her mound.

Oh no, she thought; it was impossible for her to be imagining anything
like screwing her own son. No way; never. That was incest of the worst
sort, and she would not even consider it. She'd gotten tangled in her
thinking, matching Dale with Stella; it had only been the admittedly
exciting imagery of picturing him with her friend that had turned her
on. She'd gotten the same excitement thinking of Stella and Bill,
hadn't she?

Sliding from behind the wheel, Regina took two grocery bags and grunted
into the house with them. When Dale came drifting through the kitchen
to lift them from her arms, the brush of her son's hand across her arm
was a physical and psychic shock.

Covering up, she said, "Thanks--and there are two more bags in the
car." Not looking at him, she was very conscious of his nearness, of
his young vibrant manhood.

Piling things helter skelter into the refrigerator and cupboards,
Regina hurried to get out of the kitchen, out of the house, before her
son somehow managed to touch her again. She was too tense for that, too
involved in a maelstrom of emotional planning. Once she got the mate-
trading underway, a lot of the pressure would be off her, and she could
go back to thinking more or less conventionally.

Scooping up a fifth of gin on the way out, she crossed the back yard
and ducked through the hedge fence that separated the Abbott and Baker
properties. Rattling the kitchen doorknob, she opened the door, stuck
her head in and called "Hey, anybody home? Stella?"

A voice floated from the interior of the house. "Regina? Grab a cup of
coffee; I'll be there in a minute."

And after they'd had two drinks, Stella said, "What the hell is this
all about, boozing it up in the daytime? Not that I mind something to
break the monotony, understand; I'm bored out of my skull."

That would help, Regina thought, splashing more gin over the ice in
their glasses. She'd been feeling the same way herself, until this
woman's husband had begun an affair with her. She looked at Stella now,
and knew that they had shared the same prick. It gave her a peculiar
feeling, sitting close to her best friend and wondering how to start
the conversation that would lead to better things for them both.

"I know what it's like to be bored and lonely," she said. "I guess it
happens to all marriages sooner or later. I mean, we love our husbands,
but it's the boring routine--"

Stella sipped her drink. "And the lack of boring, when there should be,
if you know what I mean. Or maybe women are just more sexed than men?"

Regina smiled, thinking of Chuck's eagerness for a new pussy and the
strength, the power of his fucking. She looked closely at Stella and
saw the beauty of her friend, the small loveliness of body and face,
the olive skin and the midnight black hair that curled appealingly in a
shag.

Bill would go out of his mind with this gorgeous little woman stripped
and waiting open-legged for him on a bed. Regina leaned over and poured
more gin. "Stella--what would you say if I told you I'm having an
affair?"

Stella blinked dark eyes at her. "I'd say wow! And that I envy you for
having the nerve. Who is it, Regina? Do I know him?"

Regina nodded. "You know him very well. But I don't know if I have the
nerve to tell you who he is. I mean--look, Stella--I never want to lose
your friendship; I love you, and--oh hell. This is even more difficult
than I thought it would be." She gulped her drink and made a face. She
was feeling the gin now, knowing its warmth, and it was giving her
courage to continue. Taking a deep breath; she said: "How would you
like to swing with another man, too?"

"I'd like it fine," Stella said without hesitation. "but there's always
a hang-up. With me, it's the fear that word will get back to Chuck. I
don't want to lose him, but I do feel a need for romance, and if I was
certain that the guy would be discreet and tender and wouldn't open his
big mouth--"

"I'm sure this one wouldn't spread gossip around," Regina said. "The
only trick is to seduce him, and you can sure as hell do that, if you
put that fabulous little body to work on him."

Stella lifted a dark eyebrow. "You're serious, aren't you? And just who
is this paragon of discretion you want me to seduce?"

Regina said it quickly: "Bill."

"W-who?" Ice rattled in Stella's glass.

"Bill, my husband. He's been staring at you for years."

Stella downed her drink swiftly. "I--Regina, I don't understand--"

Regina took the plunge. "It's really a matter of trading, since the
affair I'm having is with Chuck."

Stella stared, and the silence drew taut. Then she said, "Well--I'll be
damned! So, that's where his energy's been going. Chuck and you; I
should have known it would happen sometime. But you--him--"

"He's a great lover," Regina said. "With me, anyway. And I'm sure Bill
will be rejuvenated with you. You'll be very good for each other."

Stella laughed. "Sure we will. Why the hell not?"



Chapter 6


Stella was slightly smashed, but there was a hot glow in her eyes and a
dampness to her lush mouth. "Never thought I'd be discussing my
husband's sexual prowess--or lack of same--with you, Regina. But here
we sit, getting loaded and I'm not ripping your eyes out. In fact, I'm
kind of tickled at the whole thing. I'm excited, too. It's all so wild
and crazy."

Regina reached out and touched her friend's hand. Stella's skin was
like olive-colored velvet, that soft and smooth. She said, "Stella--it
is wild and wonderful, and you'll just about go out of your head with
Bill. Haven't you ever wondered how it would be with him, if he would
screw any different than your own husband?"

The other woman held up her glass for a refill. "Yes, I have. I envied
you, because Bill always seemed so attentive, and I thought: lucky
girl--she's getting all the laying she wants. Oh damn; I'm getting
myself all mixed up, too. Maybe I'm just scared. I never--never screwed
anybody else since I married Chuck, and only two boys before him. I--I
don't know--"

Regina squeezed her hand. "You'll be perfect, and Bill will be the
luckiest guy around. You may have to push it at first, make it really
plain that you want him to fuck you right away, but once he gets
started, there'll be no stopping him. And Stella, darling--he doesn't
know about Chuck yet. I'll tell him after he screws you, so he won't be
able to be self-righteous."

Stella laughed. "Regina," she said, "you are really a bitch."

"I know," she answered, "and isn't it fun? Let's have another drink,
darling."

They drank some more and got silly; they made plans and discarded them,
but finally came up with one that seemed to be reasonably sensible. The
kids would all be sent out to movies, and supplied with enough money to
feed them afterward. Regina was to get Chuck aside and make him, no
matter how scary he got.

That would leave the field clear for Stella and Bill. Dressed in her
sexy best, Stella would get Bill to lay her, over here in her own
house. It would be a hurry-up thing, the first time around, a quick
screwing because Bill would be worrying about his wife and her husband,
only next door.

But after the first dipping of his cock, Bill would be trapped, drawn
into the web of swapping as Stella was being brought in. And Chuck? He
had no choice, they said; not unless he wanted to give up his newfound
romance with Regina's willing pussy.

Going back home later, lightheaded and giggly, Regina thought that the
only thing she hadn't been honest about, was something that would have
hurt. Stella didn't have to know that her son was fucking Regina--not
yet, anyhow. There'd be time enough for that later, after dear Stella
had adjusted to being screwed by a strange cock.

Into the house, Regina headed for the bathroom. She needed a long soak
in a hot tub, and time to think what a great, swinging affair was
coming up. Both men had a big surprise coming, and she couldn't help
wondering how they would take it. Climbing into the steamy tub, she
also wondered if Bill would go down.

Evidently Stella was familiar with oral love, and if she was really
turned on, would teach Bill to do it. Smiling to herself, Regina soaped
her good body thoroughly, rubbing her tits until the nipples stood tall
and hard, then running a hand over her mound until the bubbles drifted
over wet and golden curled pubic hairs.

She was highly excited, turned more passionate by the idea of her
husband fucking her best friend, and seeing some vague imagery beyond
that immediate picture, a shadowy scene of the four of them getting
together. It was so wild that she could barely restrain herself from
slipping a finger into her aching cunt.

Gritting her teeth, she gripped the side of the tub and forced the heat
to subside. She wanted to save herself for the coming evening, for the
exchange of fucking that might very well turn into an orgy. A real,
live orgy, she thought. Four naked people screwing and sucking each
other, and whatever else four naked and lustful people could do with
and to each other.

She shivered in anticipation and slipped farther down into the hot
water, making waves that tickled her nipples, hiding her pulsating cunt
beneath the surface. She relaxed then, stretched her long legs and was
happy with the wet, shining modeling of them, with the way they tapered
and with their sleekness. All three of her men adored being wrapped in
them as they fucked her.

Climbing from the tub, she toweled herself well, loving the roughness
of the towel against her flesh. Still, she supposed that men dug little
legs, too--like Stella had. They were very shapely and somehow reminded
Regina of a little girl. Men must like the idea of screwing a little
girl.

She stared wide-eyed into the full-length mirror. If she had known
fleeting thoughts about laying her own son, might not both Chuck and
Bill have had the same kind of ideas--throttled of course--about their
own daughters?

Regina shook her head and hid her face from view. It was all very
weird, such thoughts no doubt brought on by a combination of things--
the sudden and crazy increase in screwing she had recently had, and the
unusual amount of gin she'd consumed that afternoon. She'd have to go
light on the sauce tonight; she sure as hell didn't want to get smashed
and pass out, spoiling the party for everyone.

Dabbing on a goodly amount of musky perfume, she wrapped the towel
around her body and peeped from the bathroom. Nobody was in the hall,
so she scurried down it to her own room and inside. Just a robe, she
thought; until she got the ball rolling. Then she'd choose a slinky
gown and wear it with nothing underneath. Chuck would dig that, and it
was probably the same thing his wife had in mind.

Deliberately picking her shabbiest robe, Regina pulled it on and went
downstairs to make arrangements without getting anyone suspicious.

The kids were happy to get the windfall, and were immediately on the
phone to the Baker kids next door. Watching her daughter call, Regina
couldn't stop herself from wondering about Monica now that Carey Baker
knew how to fuck. Would he try to get into the girl's panties? Not very
likely, with her brother along, Regina decided, and gave them her
blessings as they scooted for the door.

"Hey," Bill said, "what was that all about?"

"About a little party over at the Bakers," she said. "For adults only."

"Sounds good, but can we come home early? After that ball we had, I
think I'd like to get to know my wife better. In bed, that is."

She went over and kissed him, her robe falling open to expose the round
golden mounds of her tits. "Sure, Bill. But I promised Stella we'd have
a few drinks over there."

He caressed her tit, but when his hand slipped down to fondle between
her thighs, she laughed and stepped away from him. "Come on now. I
promise you'll get all the pussy you can handle tonight--and more."

So he followed her obediently when they crossed the yard to the Baker
house. She wore the black dress, a frothy thing the length of a mini,
and with almost no back. The front dipped low, too, and she felt
deliciously evil, not wearing a bra or panties.

Stella welcomed them effusively, as if they hadn't been around for
months, wearing a pale grey gown touched with a vivid splash of red
that set off her olive skin perfectly. It also called attention to the
fact that she had a very shapely ass and tits that stood high without
benefit of bra.

Putting her lips close to Regina's ear, Stella whispered, "Oh, I'm so
excited. Do I look okay? Do you think he'll notice me?"

Regina said, "If he doesn't, he's blind. Hit him with a couple of
doubles and you'll be on your way, darling. And good screwing."

"Oh!" Stella gasped, and skipped away, her cute little ass swinging.
Glancing suddenly at her husband, Regina saw his eyes following the
motions. Good, she thought; Bill was interested, and they'd see to it
he was more so as the evening wore on.

Chuck was a bit too proper, somewhat awkward around her, until Regina
got an opportunity to whisper: "I'll fake an emergency with the lights
at my place. You know how helpless Bill is with electricity, so that'll
give us a chance to be together over there. I'm hot for you, darling."

They danced and drank, and danced some more. From the corner of her
eye, Regina saw that Stella was really rubbing it into Bill, that he
was trying to hold off, that his face was flushed and sweaty. She kept
Chuck busy so he didn't notice.

When she pulled her lights-out routine and asked Chuck to come help,
her own husband protested weakly, but she could tell he wasn't at all
interested in going with them to "fix" things. He was too intrigued by
the sudden attention Stella Baker was paying him, and Regina thought
that Bill was also somehow hoping for a miracle that would carry her
allure farther. Bill probably wasn't really believing that himself, but
he was in for a severe shock, because his little hot dream would very
soon be coming true.

Going across the back yard, she felt his hand cup one cheek of her ass,
and Chuck said at her ear: "How'd you manage this? I know Stella is
high, but what about Bill?"

"Let's not worry about him, darling," she said, letting them into the
kitchen, but not turning on the light. She turned to him instead,
pressing the length of her body against his and feeling the immediate
rising of his prick between them.

"There's time," he said softly, fondling her tits, then dropping his
hands to her buttocks so he could yank her hard to him while he ground
his staff into her belly. "There's time, if we hurry."

She smiled in the darkness, kissed him and fed him her tongue, then
pulled back to say: "Have you ever fucked a woman on her own kitchen
table?"

"Damn," he whispered in awe. "You are something else, baby."

His strong hands caught her around her slim waist, and Regina was
lifted to the table top, her legs going wide. She hiked her dress high,
got it crumpled up past her hips and exposed the hairy mound of her
pussy for his caressing hand.

In the dark, in the spicy, exciting dark, she kissed him savagely,
biting at his lips and running her tongue all the way back to his
throat. She thought of what must be already going on next door, of her
husband and his wife in each other's arms. It was so thrilling, just
the concept, the sneaky-inciting feeling of everybody taking something,
of everyone receiving something, too.

Her cunt blazed, softened and turned juicy. She bucked it up against
the heel of his hand, and his thumb rode along her labia, up to her
pelvis. "Oh Chuck! Fuck me. Please hurry and fuck me, before I go right
out of my mind."

"Yeah," he panted, "we have to hurry, in case they get suspicious over
there. I'll just drop my pants and get my cock out of my shorts--ahh,
Regina--your pussy is soft and warm. Your cunt hairs are tickling the
head of my prick. Feel it there, darling--feel it?"

"Oh yes, yes. Shove it on in, Chuck--ease it up into my pussy. Oh yes--
yes, that's it, baby! Yes, fine, fine--ahhh--"

She knew the glorious sensation of his entering knob, the spongy-hard
pressure that separated her labia and forced the way for his shaft.
Regina lifted to the challenge, drew up her knees and brought her feet
into contact with his back, then to the crack of his ass.

Digging in her heels, she drove him deeper into the wet grasping of her
pussy. Chuck burrowed in until his balls came to rest against her slit,
and immediately he began to stroke, to thrust back and forth into her
vagina, stimulating her clitoris with every sensuous movement.

"Beautiful hard prick," she gasped. "Wonderful stiff cock. Feed it to
me, Chuck. Screw me hard and mean; fuck me, oh--fuck me!"

He answered by stepping up his pace, by cramming his hard prick almost
brutally home into her suctioning cunt. Pounding it deep, pulling back
for another savage stroke, Chuck had his hands on her waist to keep her
from sliding off the table as he fucked her.

Regina held to him by the shoulders, kissed him, tongued him, panted
into his open mouth. Her heels helped him to rock in into her smoothly,
kept him from backing his shaft too far out of her snatch. She rode the
driving cock blissfully, twisted and turned upon the impaling length of
it, took it far up into her vaginal cup and knew the bumping of its
head against her womb.

It was good for her, highlighted by the stray thoughts that perhaps her
husband was slamming his own hard prick into Chuck's lovely wife, just
as she was coming on Chuck's cock. She hunched and shuddered, and was
coming in ecstasy, moaning and clawing at his back while his prick
continued to slam into her oily hot pussy.

Chuck came a few strokes later, and she wrapped her legs around the
small of his back as he did, reveling in the hot gushing of his semen,
in the splatter of the near-blistering come that inundated the walls of
her vagina. Oh, how she loved to fuck this man, how she adored every
small wiggle of his cock within her pussy, how she loved each quiver of
his ass.

Slowly, her legs eased down, slipped off his hips and hung over the
edge of her kitchen table. Incongruously she thought that breakfast
here would never be the same again, that she would always remember the
fucking that had happened on the table. How could corn flakes compare
with that?

Chuck pulled his cock from the reluctant lips of her cunt, and some
slippery liquids followed it outside to puddle in the crack of her ass.
He said, "That was great, darling--but we'd better hurry back to my
house, before our spouses get all upset at us being gone so long. And
by the way, what light was I supposed to have fixed?"

She climbed down from the table and made smoothing motions across her
dress, wondering if any leaking semen would spot through, but then
deciding that she didn't really give a damn. She wanted to wear the wet
stain of his come as a badge of joy, as a proud sign of her happiness.

"You fixed the kitchen light," she said, "the one over the sink. But
you know what? I don't think anyone is going to ask about lights. I
have a pretty good idea that our loving spouses are doing just what
we've been doing--loving."

Chuck stopped dead in his tracks. "What do you mean? You think that
Stella--Stella--"

In the dark, she turned to him and found his face with both hands,
found his stiff body with her own pliant one. "I know Stella is making
it. If Bill isn't too chicken to let her seduce him, that is. I'm
betting he isn't that scared, not with your wife pushing that gorgeous
little body up to him the way she was doing, even before we left the
party."

"Wait a minute," Chuck said. "My wife--"

"And Bill's wife," she reminded him. "Or would you rather give me up?"

"I didn't say--but I can't believe that Stella would make it with Bill-
-I mean, she's so withdrawn, so wrapped up in her kids--I--oh hell; I
don't know what the hell I think!"

She took him by the hand, led him gently back out through the kitchen
door. "Don't think, then--just react, darling. I don't know about you,
but I know that I'm turned on by the idea. They'll make a lovely
couple, fucking."

"Oh damn," Chuck muttered, but allowed her to lead him into his own
yard and up to the back porch. She felt his resistance there, and he
still hung back a little as she dragged him to the doorway of the
living room.

Her breath caught in her throat as he saw them in the lighted room, saw
their naked bodies intertwined in the embrace of love. She'd been
right; they were a beautiful couple.

Stella was straddling Bill, and her back was to them as they stood
transfixed and watched. Regina could see the polished red shaft of her
husband's cock sliding in and out of the black-haired cunt lips, see
the slow movement of his balls. Mostly, she could see the spread thighs
and rounded ass cheeks of Stella Baker.

Regina felt Chuck's hands clench hers so tightly that she was hurt, but
she made no sound that carried over the muffled beating of her heart.
She knew what Chuck was feeling, for the same violent emotions were
racing through her own head, her own body. They were both seeing their
mates fucking someone else, actually witnessing the frenzied screwing
of a man and woman who meant so much to them.

But Stella was grinding sensuously upon Bill's upright prick, and Bill
was stroking her hips gently as they fucked, so Regina could not help
but feel the love that flowed from the interlocked bodies. The sex was
strong, too--the lust and lasciviousness that hung about the fucking
pair like an aura.

Regina had never been so turned on, and she felt every pore of her
body, each hair and crevice and tender part of skin and flesh and
tissue. Her eyes were wide and a pulse beat insanely in her throat as
she stared at the man she loved and the woman who was her best friend.

Stella lifted her ass and the greasy rod was exposed; she lowered it
gently, twisting, and the long cock was buried in her richly-haired
pussy.

Beside her, Chuck whispered tensely: "Look at her ride his cock. She
fucks slow like that, grinds and squeezes her tight pussy on a prick;
she's still almost as tight as a girl, and she loves to fuck. You can
see that she really loves to ride his meat."

As quietly, she said to him in turn, "Does it bother you, seeing
another man's meat in your wife's cunt?"

"Yes," he said, "but not the way I always figured it would. It's--it's
kind of like his cock was mine, and like I want him to see and feel and
know what a wonderful fuck she is. I'm proud of my wife, and how else
can my friend really know how wonderful she is, unless he fucks her?"

Regina nodded and let go of his hand so that she could reach to find
his prick, hidden in his slacks. It was rock-hard and bulging, even
though he had released a tremendous load of semen only minutes before.
She caressed his cock, zipped down his fly and took it out into her
fingers, cuddling its velveted iron warmth.

"That's right," she said, "I feel very much like that, as if I was
sharing something very precious. Not losing anything, but enriching it
through the sharing."

His hand lifted from around her waist and cupped her tit. "She's giving
him a long, slow fuck. The inside of Stella's cunt is like hot satin
now, all slippery and slidy around his prick."

"Yes," she breathed in answer. "And by the way she's shaking that
lovely little ass, she's close to coming. Bill, too--if you watch how
his balls are beginning to jerk up and down."

"Wow," Bill murmured, "a guy's prick just about to go off inside my
wife's sweet pussy. I may cream in your hand, Regina."

She stopped masturbating him. "Save it, darling. Oh look--look!" And
then they both fell silent because the others were talking.

Stella Baker cried out: "I'm coming, Bill! Oh you nice hard bastard--
I'm coming!"

And Bill Abbott answered, "D-darling--me, too! My prick is letting it
go--here comes my cream, Stella. I'm coming in your hot snatch--pumping
you full of my come!"

They blurred together then, twisting and hunching, and Regina heard the
slap-slap of her husband's balls as they bounced up to bang into the
gyrating crack of Stella's polished ass. Bill's fingers dug into her
waist, and his mouth lifted up to suck in the dangled offering of her
tit. Sloshing noises rose from their crotches, and their moans were
background to the liquid pounding.

Regina squeezed hard on Chuck's stiff cock; together, they watched
their mates shudder to completion, his wife and her husband in the
throes of orgasm, coming grandly and in wild spasms. It was beautiful,
she thought; it was lovely.



Chapter 7


She didn't quite have the nerve to just walk in on them; the shock
might have been too great for all concerned. Regina had wanted to do
it, very much. She had balanced for a ragged moment upon the precipice,
needing to just leap naked into a tangle with Stella and Bill, and to
drag in Chuck, also.

But of course, that wouldn't have worked at all. Not yet. There could
have been complications--guilt and shock and embarrassment. Backing
away, she had saved them all that, spared them the agonies of
indecision.

"Come on," she hissed to Chuck, and still holding him by the prick, led
him tiptoeing past the collapsed pair on the living room floor. Since
she knew their house almost as well as her own, Regina steered Chuck
into the nearest bedroom, one right off the hall where they could peep
out at their spouses and not be seen themselves.

"Lie down here with me," she said softly. "I'll put one leg over you
and we can lie here side by side, screwing while they recover their
strength. Since they didn't hear us come in, and since your wife knows
I'm fucking you, she won't be worried about the length of time we're
gone. Of course, we'll have to break up this good screwing before all
the kids come home, but there's hours until then."

With the head of his prick at the wet entrance to her pussy, Chuck
Baker said, "Stella knows I've been laying you?"

"Sure--that's how she and I set you two guys up tonight."

"That's sneaky," he said, and gave a sudden thrust that forced his cock
inside her damply willing cunt.

With an answering wiggle of her crotch, Regina said, "So is that. Let's
just lie here and fuck quietly, until they get it on again out there.
They will, before too long; they're just getting to know each other--
like we did, in the beginning, remember?"

Chuck worked his shaft inside the clinging hotness of her well-
lubricated pussy. "That was only a couple of days ago, baby. Hey--
they're beginning to stir around; Stella's climbing off him now, and
man--look at his cock, all slick and gleaming--still some come drops on
the head of it, too."

Regina watched every move of the other couple, wishing that they could
be side by side, even touching. A shudder rippled through her then, as
she imagined the wildest thing ever--all four of them fucking happily
away, and changing partners back and forth.

Her cunt gripped Chuck's prick and massaged it; rolling her hips, she
pulled his thrusts deeper into herself, grinding her pelvis into his
while he fondled her ass, while he nuzzled her throat.

He said, "She's kissing him, lying on top of him and playing with his
cock. Stella does that sometimes, usually when she hasn't been entirely
satisfied and means to go down on me--on him, now. Man, man; that's it!
She's going to eat your husband's prick."

"How nice," Regina said, squirming on his prick. "This will be another
first for Bill--he's never been eaten by another woman. In fact, he's
only been eaten once, by me; but he's learned to like it."

Chuck stroked into her, his cock hard and long, bigger around than her
husband's tool, bigger and longer than his son's penis. Guiltily, she
remembered Carey and the boy's sex hunger for her. And maybe for
someone else, she recalled, but put that out of her mind for the
moment. There were too many things going on right now for her to be
dwelling on future possibilities. One way or the other, young Carey
Baker would get all the fucking he could handle.

Chuck said, "He'll have to eat her cunt, too. My wife really digs doing
sixty-nine. Has he ever gone down on you, Regina?"

"Yes," she said, "just once, and I had to practically force him into
doing it for me then. But once he got going, Bill stopped being uptight
about eating pussy and did a great job."

She fell quiet then, watching the tableau before them, seeing the
attractive darkness of the other woman, the small and sexy body that
was so determined to swing with her husband all night. Stella was
busily kissing down Bill's belly, and he was arching his back,
trembling visibly at her caresses. It wasn't until she had reached his
pelvic area that she crawled around with the lower portion of her
trimly rounded body and poised astraddle his head.

"There she goes," Chuck breathed. "I knew she couldn't just go down on
him without getting in on the goodies herself."

There was an entirely different feel to it, Regina thought, lying there
and being fucked by one man, while watching another woman kiss the
shaft of her husband's cock. It was far more stimulating to see sex and
to feel it at the same time, and when the watched sex was someone she
loved, the sensations were heightened considerably.

She saw Stella's black-haired crotch, dripping from its fucking, lower
to cover Bill's face, and a sharp stab of rapture flashed through her.
Her eyes were half-glazed, and she used them to see Stella's hungry
mouth cover the head of Bill's cock. Stella's ivory cheeks dipped in as
she sucked on the knob, and Bill's ass rolled against the carpet in a
new ecstasy.

"They're sucking each other off," she murmured. "They fucked, and now
they're eating each other." She gave a twist of her pelvis that made
Chuck's slowly thrusting cock rub more violently against her sensitive
clitoris.

"Beautiful," Chuck said, ramming his prick home a little harder, a
little faster. "Never thought I'd get a kick out of seeing my wife's
lips wrapped around another man's prick, but I do--I sure as hell do.
Look at her sucking him--look how he's eating up into her hot pussy!"

"Uh!" Regina grunted. "Oh--uh!" It was so good, so thrilling, knowing
the slide of his prick in her pussy, watching his wife and her husband
do a sixty-nine.

She fought to hold her eyes open, when they wanted so much to close in
rapture, and she ground her pussy savagely onto Chuck's lunging cock
while she pressed her tits hard into his chest, rubbing the nipples
back and forth to further stimulate him, and herself.

It was wild and it was intense, and the orgasm burst madly within her
vagina before she knew it was coming. Regina shuddered and heaved,
snapping her cunt down on Chuck's pounding shaft as she came. It was
terrific, a pinwheeling of hot flashes and a strobelight scattering of
feelings both violent and tender. Her ass trembled, and she felt the
gentle intrusion of Chuck's little finger, without remembering when he
first started prodding softly at her asshole.

That tickled, too, and Regina bucked crazily in the throes of her
climax, slammed her crotch against the pole that was fucking, fucking
into her blazing cunt.

Chuck said aloud: "Oh! Oh baby--coming, coming--COMING!"

The come blew from the end of his imbedded cock, hissed hotly into the
gulping of her hole, spewing its thick and creamy boiling liquid
throughout her vagina. His balls jerked against the crack of her ass,
and his fingertip slipped into the tight little ring itself.

Gasping, Regina dug her nails into his back and rotated her pelvis
furiously against his hairy crotch. Then she sighed in completion,
rocked gently with the subsiding waves of warm love that flooded her
being. Her eyelids fluttered, and with an effort, she focused upon the
two naked people in the other room.

She saw something different. She watched in amazement as Stella lifted
her siphoning mouth from Bill's upright prick, just at the moment of
ejaculation. Stella had fingers wrapped around the thick base of the
cock, and was fondling it, but her mouth backed off at the very second
he began to come. But she didn't lose a drop, Regina saw; she caught
all the spurting white stuff as she would drink from a squirting
fountain, letting it spit up into her open lips.

Her fingers played up and down his shaft, stimulating him to greater
discharge, and Bill responded by gushing more hot juice into her mouth.
After the second pulsing of come, Stella lowered her mouth again, and
Bill's cock all but vanished from sight.

Why, thought Regina, the other woman must have the head of that prick
all the way in her throat. Stella's cheeks dipped hollowly again, and
she was sucking, pulling, drawing, every single droplet of semen from
the stiffly throbbing prickhead. She was good at sucking off a man,
Regina saw; Stella was truly an expert, and one who obviously loved her
work.

And her husband Bill--he was wiggling with happiness as she blew him,
and as he worked her pussy like an orange, sucking and lapping avidly.
Stella groaned around his cock, and her trimly modeled ass heaved up
and down. She was coming then, reaching a fantastic orgasm, her clit
shivering and pulsating while Bill nipped it, rolled it between his
teeth. Regina saw and felt it as if her husband were doing it to her,
instead of to Stella Baker.

But she didn't begrudge Stella the ecstasy; she really didn't. She was
thrilled that her husband could enjoy giving such pleasure to the
lovely woman who had so marvelously reciprocated by sucking his prick.

They moved apart as she watched, Stella lifting, crawling aside on her
hands and knees, Bill lying there relaxed and supine, his well-worked
cock still stiffly erect, but drained of all semen for a while. His
balls had turned out two huge loads of come in a short time; they must
be working overtime now, catching up, replenishing the supply.

Stella crawled farther, came nearer, and Regina felt Chuck stiffen
against her, felt his prick suddenly whip out of her snatch, and before
she could do more than take a deep breath, her lover was gone, scared
away by the approach of his wife. Regina came to a kneeling position,
her tits jutting proudly out, Chuck's semen frothy upon her pubic
hairs.

Stella stayed on all fours, her own fine tits hanging down. Through a
curly tangle of black hair, her dark brown eyes peered at Regina.
"Thought I heard somebody in here. Chuck was with you?"

"Was," Regina answered. "He got frightened away."

"Tell him not to be scared," Stella breathed, coming up to her knees,
staring sultry-eyed at Regina. "You're a beautiful woman; no wonder
Chuck's attracted to you."

"You're lovely, too," Regina said. "Bill and Chuck both are very lucky
guys."

Stella's smile was bright. "Regina--"

"In time," Regina said. "What we have to do now, is to get everybody
together, and make this affair a real, swinging one. Don't you want it
that way--all honest and above board, with the four of us screwing
together, making love together?"

Stella nodded. "Of course, I do. I could go for that right now, but the
men--" she turned her head. "Look! Bill has scooted off, too."

Regina held out a hand and the other woman took it. Together, they
stood up, staring deeply into each other's eyes, possibly seeing into
each other's souls. Regina said then, "It's a little late tonight, and
the guys are probably pooped out. But tomorrow, if we can get rid of
the kids--"

"Sure, Stella said, and stepped close, standing tiptoe so that her
nipples could reach Regina's tits. A spark shot through Regina at the
merest brushing of nipple to nipple, and she said huskily: I'd better
go find Bill. You can talk to your husband."

"I will," Stella promised, and held up her lips to be kissed. Regina
could not resist, even though she knew those same lips had just a
moment ago sucked all the come from her own husband's prick. Stella's
mouth was soft and knowing, filled with treasures and promises, and
Regina realized only the hot whiplash of the other woman's delicate
tongue before breaking away with a gasp.

"Oh, wow! I--I'd better go right now, before I get mixed into something
I don't even understand--and before the kids come home."

Petulantly, Stella said, "Oh, screw the kids! But I guess you're right,
darling. Tomorrow will be better all the way around. Goodnight for
now."

"For now," Regina agreed, and thought how close Stella's remark about
screwing the kids had come to reality. She hurried from the house,
wondering what Stella's feelings would be when the other woman learned
that Regina was already being fucked by her son, by young Carey Baker.
Would there be anger, the outraged mother blazing forth? Would there be
shock and disgust--or even jealousy?

None of that would be very good for their new and swiftly blooming
relationship, but if Stella understood, if she even approved of her son
being taught sexually by Regina, then all would be smooth, for
everybody.

She went into her own house and flicked on the kitchen light, sparing a
grin for the table where she had been fucked by Chuck Baker. Bill
wasn't in the living room, so she climbed the stairs and found him in
their own bedroom.

"Hi, darling."

He rolled over on the bed, covered by a sheet. "Did you actually watch
me making it with Stella?"

"Sure, and you were both great. Especially during the sixty-nine act;
you really learned oral sex in a hurry."

Bill said, "Damn it! You set it up with Stella in the first place; she
told me so. She also told me that you've been screwing Chuck. Is that
right?"

She sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled off her wrinkled dress,
working it up over her head. "Yes, that's right. I enjoy fucking him as
much as you dig fucking his wife. Does that make us both some kind of
monster? Or rather, does it make all four of us perverts or something?"

He looked away from her. "I--it's kind of different, for a man."

"Like hell," she said. "You should have seen how turned on Chuck got,
seeing you put the meat to Stella. When you ate each other, he was
fucking me in the next room, and we both watched you two make it, until
we came ourselves."

He bit his lips. "That's a weird way to talk to your husband,
describing how you and another man screwed."

She reached over and placed her palm flat on his lower belly. "Don't
act like such a prude, when you're really not. I can see that you've
got about half a hard-on under that sheet. Surprising, isn't it--how
you can get your prick up after coming twice, just a little while ago?"

"Regina--"

Leaning over, she kissed him softly on the mouth, and thought for a
fleeting second that she could taste the vaginal flavors of Stella's
pussy. Maybe it was only her imagination, but the idea excited her
tremendously.

She said, "You like it, darling, so admit it. You get a kick out of
thinking about me taking another man's cock in my cunt. I can feel your
cock rising in my hand right now. Here--I'll pull back the sheet and
lie down beside you, and I'll tell you all about it, tell you exactly
how I felt tonight when I was fucking Chuck Baker. Or would you rather
hear all the details about the very first time we screwed?"

He buried his hot face between her tits, and his hands sought the warm
comfort of her hips. Bill's voice was muffled when he replied: "The
first time. It was the first time you ever fucked anybody else, wasn't
it?"

She stroked his hair and pushed her belly closer to his. "Yes, dear.
Just a couple of days ago. I never screwed anybody but you, before
then."

She could barely hear him when he said, "Tell me all of it, how his
prick felt, everything."



Chapter 8


Her voice slow and easy, Regina described her first marital misstep to
her husband, gently massaging his erect prick as she did so. After two
recent ejaculations, he would not come again soon, if any more that
night, but she could make it pleasantly erotic for him.

"It was a shock, really--feeling his prick enter my pussy for the first
time. He's a little bigger than you, dear, as you'll see very soon.
That didn't make much difference, though; what did, was the knowledge
that he was actually fucking me, that another man's cock besides yours
was really in my pussy. I almost came with the very first stroke."

His lips closed over one of her nipples, and around it Bill asked, "Did
he kiss you a lot first, feel your snatch and play with your tits?"

"Yes, darling. And we fucked quickly, I think. I know it didn't seem to
last long enough, and then--Chuck taught me how to go down on him."

His voice was a mumble "You sucked him off? What--how did you handle
the--I mean--"

She stroked his prick, fondled his head. "Did I swallow his come, you
mean? Yes, I did. I swallowed every hot, thick drop of Chuck's semen,
darling."

He shuddered against her and his mouth pulled hard on her nipple. She
continued to tell the story, describing in vivid detail every move,
every word and response of her first sexual encounter with her
husband's best friend. As she talked, he got more and more excited, and
so she simply rolled him over onto his back and mounted him.

"There, dear--isn't that better? You can keep your prick in here where
Chuck had his twice tonight? Did I tell you that he fucked me on the
kitchen table, that I wrapped my legs around him while he rammed that
big meat pole up my cunt? It was after that, we sneaked back over to
their house and saw Stella riding you like a horse. Well, almost--she
was bouncing up and down on your prick, though."

He thrust up into her, his prick delightfully stiff now, and she said,
"Do you feel anything different inside my cunt? It should be a lot more
slippery, what with Chuck's semen in there. Two loads of his creamy
juice, he left in me. It's still there, isn't it--except for the little
bit that leaked out on my legs?"

Bill moaned in answer, and worked his prick around in her wet vagina,
stroking and wiggling it, backing it down and punching it up with
force.

"You really like that," Regina continued. "You're really hot, feeling
his come in there on your prick. You'd like to fuck me right after he
does, to feel it fresh and bubbling."

"Regina--you bitch--you hot-assed bitch!"

She ground sensuously upon his shaft. "Or maybe, you'd dig it better to
help him fuck your wife. How about if he screws me and then you get
between my legs, and then Chuck goes around to where he can put his
cock into my mouth? Would you enjoy that, darling?"

Moaning and panting, he clamped his hands viciously into the soft flesh
of her ass cheeks and fucked her harder. She luxuriated in her new
mastery of him, in this new and most intimate knowledge of a side of
her husband he had never before exposed. It was fun, riding him,
holding him down, pinning him into place with her strong thighs.

She took one of his hands, drew it back from her haunch and guided it
to the cleft of her steamy ass. "Here, Bill--use your pinkie--feel the
little ring? Yes--oh yes, right there, baby. That's what Chuck did to
me once--shoved the end of his finger in there while he was fucking me,
and it made me come that much wilder."

He pushed brutally, and his dry finger hurt her as it shoved into her
asshole, but she held herself from flinching, and wiggled her ass until
her natural inner lubrication eased the pressure. It felt good to her
then; it felt very good.

"We can do it," she said. "We can do anything we want to do--maybe you
can stick your meat into Stella, right after her own husband has
screwed her, or put it in my mouth while Chuck screws me--anything."

"UHHH!" he grunted loudly. "Uhhh--Regina--oh, shake that hot pussy, you
passionate bitch. Rub it all over my prick--all that slippery juice
from his cock--"

She rocked in rhythm upon his jerking shaft, feeling the squirt of his
come, the lesser explosion that was all the more precious to her
because it had been nearly impossible to precipitate.

"Come, darling," she soothed. "Come in mama's pussy, right in on top of
the other man's semen. Mix it all up, darling--that's right--oh, Bill,
you're sweet and wonderful--"

And before she knew it, she was reaching her own orgasm, talked into it
by her own sexy voice and the things she had been saying all this time.
She was also worked into coming by the intense and erotic penetration
of her husband's cock.

Bending in the middle, she collapsed, dropped her tits forward and
pillowed them upon his face. His finger slipped out of her asshole, and
she only dimly remembered when he had put it in there. She was heavy
upon him, and that worried her, so she carefully lifted off his quickly
softening prick and dropped bonelessly to one side, her arm across his
belly.

When she could talk again, she said, "That was wonderful, Bill. That
was freaky and crazy and thrilling, and I adored every voluptuous
second of it. How about you?"

"Terrific," he sighed. "Who would ever have believed that I could get
my balls off three times in one night? And every time I came, it was
like the first time--big and heavy. I don't know what the hell to say,
Regina. I guess we're both learning something about the other guy,
after all these years we've been married."

"We are," she agreed, "and that part of it is wonderful, too. We're
being honest and not hiding anything. We're just finding that love
doesn't mean owning each other, that it can mean giving the other guy
free rein to be happy, to have all the fun out of life he can get. And
since that seems to also mean that we want to fuck other people, why
not? Why the hell not, Bill?"

He said slowly, "I'm not arguing. I'll admit now that I'm damned glad
you and Chuck started fucking. Not only for your happiness, but because
you felt you had to set me up with Stella. I've been dreaming about
getting into that sweet, hot little ass for many years--ever since
we've known the Bakers, but I never had the nerve to try, and probably
never would have."

"Good," she said. "I felt the same way about Chuck. And I think we can
all swing together, sharing and fucking and getting it on in any way we
like. We're really going to have a ball, Bill. It's going to be
magnificent."

He turned over and they kissed. Bill said, "I know it will, and I'm
excited as hell about it. But right now, I'm about to pass out. Good
night, Regina."

"Good night," she murmured, and almost immediately heard the deepening
of his breath as he began to fall asleep. He was tired, she realized,
drained of semen and strength, and she wasn't too far behind him.

Turning over, snuggling her ass into his pelvis as she often did when
they were going to sleep, she thought that her kids weren't even home
yet, that they had screwed away the night early. The adults had
screwed, not the kids.

Or had they? Carey Baker had almost a constant hard-on, and Monica
Abbott was a cute girl, a little older than Carey, and very sexy
looking. That was weird, Regina thought; she'd never before classified
her daughter as sexy. Pretty, vivacious, girlishly appealing, yes--but
never sexy. Yet she had to say now that Monica was just that, with
high, firm tits and a saucy little ass that swung alluringly when she
walked.

Carey wouldn't miss an opportunity to get into that, if he possibly
could. Unless he was only turned on by older women. Nonsense; cunt was
cunt to a horny boy like that. Monica could probably take care of
herself; kids were pretty smart these days.

Besides, the four of them were together, and there was protection in
numbers. Maybe. There had been four people over at the Bakers tonight,
and look what happened. Four young, sexy and good-looking kids could do
worse. What was she fretting about, anyway? What was sauce for the
geese could be juice for the goslings, if it came to that.

Regina turned again, her eyes opening and staring up at the dark
ceiling. A lot of ideas and scenes were wheeling around inside her
head: Carey screwing her daughter Monica; her son putting his young
prick to Judy Baker; the kids changing over so that brothers were
fucking sisters--

She shook her head and tried to get comfortable on her pillow. She had
a wild imagination these days, and it was running loose now. The kids
probably would do no more than share a few kisses after a hamburger and
coke. And if they actually got somewhat more involved with each other,
what was so terrible about that? At least, today there was the pill.

All right, Regina said to herself. So what if they fucked? That would
be okay, too. Who the hell was she to decide at what time in life her
own children could experience the joys of sexual release? If they were
big enough, they were old enough, somebody once said, and Carey Baker
proved the point. He was a horny boy with a fine, hard cock always
eager to be soaked in a woman's pussy. Would her own son Dale be any
different?

And how about Monica? Didn't the same genes stir in her finely-formed
young body, the same powerful genes that made her mother and now her
father so sexy? Turning again, Regina snuggled closer to her husband.
There was so much for them to do yet, without involving any of the
kids--if that was at all possible.

Carey was already involved, and might get himself in even deeper. She
suspected that Carey had more than a casual eye for his own mother.
He'd suggested getting her into the affair with Bill. What could be
more likely than some form of blackmail on his part, to make Stella
spread her legs for him? He'd already proved himself capable of
blackmail.

Regina was glad he'd forced her into screwing him. She really enjoyed
her sessions with young Carey, feeling marvelously dirty by fucking a
fourteen-year-old boy. She had a lot to teach him, too--such as the
sixty-nine position his mother was so fond of. She'd really get a kick
out of eating that eager cock.

She had told no one about Carey, not yet. Bill was ready to learn of
her other lover, but maybe Chuck wasn't. That left some possibilities
open, of a swinging triangle between her husband, herself, and Carey.
That would be far out and exciting--if the boy didn't get scared off by
the very idea.

Slowly, sleep came to Regina Abbott, and she relaxed into its warmth to
dream of being fucked by her three men. But there was another in the
shadows, so she couldn't see his face, only his prick. His prick was
long and strong.

She came awake gently, in a calm and rested lassitude. Stretching, she
smiled and became conscious of her body again, a sweetly responsive
body that had so recently been turned on, brought again to the arousals
of sex. Her thighs rubbed together, and her nipples brushed the sheet;
she tingled.

Putting out one hand, she found that her husband was already up and
gone, his spot in bed cooled off. Regina's smile widened; Bill himself
certainly wasn't cooled off. He was more randy than he had been since
they were first married, and he was truly excited about their mixing in
with Stella and Chuck in a swinging foursome.

Out of bed, she stood awhile in the freshness of the day, standing
naked and at peace with the world. In the shower, she soaped
extravagantly and rinsed for a long time, changing the water from hot
to warm to cold. Gasping, her nipples standing straight out and her
skin turned pink, she toweled briskly and looked at herself in the
mirror.

A younger, newer Regina Abbott, one with the blush of excitement in her
cheeks and a readiness for love in her thighs. She looked good, felt
good, and was ready for just about anything the world might have on
hand for her this gorgeous day.

She found the kitchen empty, although smells of breakfast lingered
there; Bill and the kids had let her sleep, and gone off somewhere. She
drank orange juice and coffee, had a bowl of yogurt and some toast, the
euphoria growing inside her. A bright day, she thought--a shiny day
waiting to be used.

Looking at a spoonful of white and creamy yogurt, she saw the table top
below it and giggled. Her ass had been just about there, when Chuck
Baker poured the prick to her last night, when he had released semen
into her that looked very much like what she was holding in the spoon.
Regina licked at the stuff and chuckled again, wondering if any
housewife with nearly grown children had ever thought such attractively
evil thoughts over her breakfast table.

She was tidying up the sink when she heard someone behind her. The
hands touched her ass gently, lovingly, and the breath stirred into the
short curls at the nape of her neck. Instinctively, she leaned back
into him, wiggling her tail, lifting her tits for the cupping of hands
that would surely come.

"Wow, Mrs. Abbott--I couldn't wait any longer."

Carey Baker. She turned suddenly, a bit disturbed. "Carey, damn it! You
can't come sneaking over here every time you get a hard-on. It's too
dangerous. I don't know where my own family is, or when they'll be
back--and you know damned well that your mother is in the habit of
dropping over for coffee--"

He pressed against her, his prick hard against her belly, burning
through the thin, translucent material of her robe. "I didn't think we
could fuck right away. I just couldn't stand not feeling you, or seeing
you."

She touched his cheek, let him play with her tits for a moment. "You're
a very sweet boy, Carey, but you have to be more careful."

He said, "It went pretty good last night, huh? Did your husband really
fuck my mother?"

"Yes, he did. And your father and I made it in the same house, watching
them screw. But they didn't see us. Next time, we'll fuck together, all
four of us."

His eyes went wide. "I'd really like to see that."

"Maybe you will," she said, then: "Carey--have you ever screwed my
daughter Monica?"

Carey blinked rapidly. "No. I'm too young for her, she thinks. I tried
to get into her a month or so ago, and she slapped the hell out of me
for just touching her tit. Why? Were you worried about that?"

"Not really," she said, surprising herself with the truth of that. "I
just wondered."

"She's not a cherry," he said. "I know that much. Neither is my sister,
but neither of them make a habit out of screwing guys. Just one or two,
the way I hear it."

Regina digested that information, and when Carey pushed an exploring
hand between her thighs, she simple spread her legs so that he could
fondle her pussy as he wanted. Monica fucking, and the Baker girl, too.

"And Dale?" she asked.

Carey grinned and stroked his fingertips along her labia, feeling,
exploring. "Oh, sure. At least, he claims he's screwed a girl."

For an instant, Regina felt an unreasoning stab of jealousy, and bit
her lips. Then she said, "You're going to have to help us, you know. By
keeping the other kids away as much as possible. That may mean you'll
also have to stay away from me, but I can manage some time for us. If--
"

"Hey," he said. "I can't dig that. I thought--"

"I haven't told my husband, or your parents about you and me yet," she
cut in. "I don't know if they're ready for that kind of information.
But the kids have to be steered away from what we're all doing, or the
entire affair may explode in our faces."

He slid away from her. "I hear Mom coming across the yard. I'm going to
duck into the storage closet over there and listen, and after she
leaves, you and I have to screw some more. Then we'll talk about what
to do with the other kids, okay?"

"Go on," she said, pushing him at the closet.

The door had barely closed--or almost closed--behind him when his
mother came into the kitchen. Regina had to force herself to look
Stella Baker in the eye and smile.

"Hi, Stella--you look great."

"I feel great," the other woman said. "Let's pour some of that good
brandy into our coffee this morning, and discuss all the fucking we did
last night."



Chapter 9


They were chatting, but not casually. There was a fiery undercurrent in
their words, an excitement flaring in the breaths they took. Regina was
generous with the brandy, needing its settling effect as they talked
about the previous night. From time to time, she cast quick glances at
the closet door, at the thin crack where Carey Baker was peeping at his
mother and listening avidly to every word they said.

It must be driving the boy up the wall, she thought, and imagined him
crouching there with his taut young prick in his hand, playing with
himself as he heard the juicy, intimate details. Just knowing that he
was there also stimulated Regina, and she found herself gulping at her
heavily-brandied coffee.

"It was really kind of crazy," Stella said. "I figured that you and
Chuck would come back before long, but I just had to go down on Bill,
right after we fucked. And I just had to have him eat me, too."

That should have jolted Carey right to his balls, Regina thought; now
he could think of his mother sucking a man's cock, of his mother
getting her cunt eaten by someone besides his father. He was probably
beginning to jack off.

She said, "Yes, Stella. I know how you felt. I screwed Chuck over here
on the table, then at your place. Tell me, did you two do much talking
after we left?"

"For hours," Stella answered. "It was the damnedest thing--us lying
there bare-assed, both fresh from screwing someone else, and discussing
all our sexual hang-ups. It seems that Chuck really got high, watching
Bill fuck me."

Regina nodded. "The same with Bill. He'll go along with the four of us
making it together tonight."

"Chuck is real anxious," Stella said, draining her coffee cup and
holding it out for more. "So am I, and Regina--I really have to thank
you. I'm so glad that you and Chuck started screwing, so that Bill and
I could get in on it. It's a wonderful thing, to feel so free and easy,
to be able to talk about it. And while I'm about it, I think your
husband is a wonderful lover; he's so eager to please, and his prick
stays so hard--"

Regina gulped. "Y-yeah, but he was softening with me. Until now. Last
night, we screwed again after we got home, and he wanted me to tell how
it felt when Chuck laid me."

Stella grinned. "Chuck and I played sixty-nine. He said watching me
suck off Bill freaked him out. I think we've got ourselves some rare
guys Regina, my love."

Regina knew what was coming next, felt it in her flesh as well as her
mind. Looking quickly at the closet, she tried to cut Stella off. "More
than you know."

But Stella was wound up, high on her memories of the far-out sex she
had shared last night, and getting higher by talking about it to the
wife of the man she had screwed and gone down on. She rushed on: "Oh
Regina, I almost went out of my head, when Bill first stuck his nice,
hard cock into me. It's been so very long since I had any other prick
but Chuck's."

Regina poured more brandy for them, not bothering to add coffee this
time, splashing the potent liquor straight into the cups. She needed
more courage, since she knew that Stella's son was taking in everything
his mother said, hiding there in the closet and no doubt jacking off by
now. She considered telling Stella about him--later, of course, when
Carey was out of earshot.

It was such a delicate subject, though, not like telling Stella that
she had been screwing Chuck; that had been fairly easy, when they were
both pretty well smashed. But clueing in Stella about her son, letting
her know that Carey had been fucking her best friend--

Stella was looking at her with one eyebrow raised, and Regina said, "I
know the wild sensation. It was the same when Chuck laid me the first
time. Stella--what are we going to do about the kids, yours and mine?"

"Send them to summer camp? That would be a fine idea, get them out of
our hair so we could just fuck and fuck."

Carey would never stand still for that, Regina knew; not since he had
tasted--figuratively speaking--his first pussy. He wasn't about to
settle for a kids' camp, when he was so intent upon a woman's cunt. But
maybe the others?

Regina said, "I don't know. My boy is older than yours, and feels he's
beyond such things as summer camps."

Stella giggled over her drink. "Then get him a girl and a motel, keep
him gone for at least a weekend."

Laughing with her friend, Regina said, "Now there's an idea. How about
your own children?"

"Them? Little Carey and Judy? I'll admit that they're real good looking
kids, but they're very young. Too young, I'd say. They still chew
bubble gum."

Regina looked at the closet and wondered what Carey thought about that
opinion. Stella was in for a shock, no doubt. But who was going to tell
her? Regina was fast losing her nerve, and Carey wasn't going to pop
out of that closet to confront his mother.

She said, "Oh, I don't know, Stella; kids grow up fast these days, and
as mothers, we just don't recognize that fact. We try to keep them
babies, when they're actually young adults."

"Here's to young adults," Stella grinned, "and to old kids like us.
We'll keep shipping the real kids to movies or whatever, or leave them
home and go to a motel."

Regina finished her brandy and made a face. "Wow! If I don't knock off
this stuff, I won't be much good by evening. And Stella--" she paused,
not knowing exactly how to go about the next thing she wanted to say,
but it needed to be said, all the same. "Stella, about that little
moment between us last night--I never--well, I never felt that way
about any other woman before. I never even imagined it."

Dark and beautiful, Stella's eyes held hers for a long, penetrating
moment. "I know what you mean; I never did, either. I've only heard
about it, and I swear it never seemed to hold any interest for me.
Until last night, when I was so hot, so stirred up and ready for even
more loving."

Nodding, Regina said softly, "There was a--a pull, a tenderness. We're
not queer, not lesbians, but at that moment, I wondered what it would
be like to--to hold you and love you."

"Me, too." Stella breathed. And I'm getting eager right now, bringing
it out into the open like this. Regina--"

She'd almost forgotten the kid in the closet, but Regina remembered him
just in time. "Darling--there's something I have to do first; really.
Tonight; I promise you, we'll do something about that tonight, when the
guys are worn down. Will that be all right, Stella?"

"Sure," Stella said, not sounding sure. "If you'd rather not--"

"Oh darling, I do want to! It's just--" desperately, Regina winked and
grimaced, made a motion toward the closet. "--just that I think someone
else is in the house right now. We don't want to spoil anything."

Stella winked back and stood up, wobbling a little. "Oh, I get it.
Okay, dear; I'll hold you to your promise tonight. Your place or mine?"

"Over here," Regina answered quickly. "I'll have something to eat, some
rum punch--"

Drifting near, Stella put her hands upon Regina's hips and looked up
into her face. A smaller woman, her breasts didn't reach nipple-to-
nipple with Regina's, but she pressed the conical mounds into Regina's
rib cage, and managed a caress with the tops of her tits against the
bottom of Regina's tits. The touch of them was a jolt, and so was the
pressure of Stella's soft mound against her thigh.

"Kiss me," Stella murmured.

Her lips were very soft and mobile, and the wet brushing of her tongue
was a damp flame. Regina put her arms around the other woman and drew
her tightly to her body, kissing her fiercely and hungrily, their
tongues blazing together, their teeth raking, clashing. Regina rubbed
her pussy into the small, vibrant body, and had it rubbed back.

Gasping, Regina broke the embrace and stepped quickly back, holding on
to the edge of the sink for support, her head spinning and her eyes
gone suddenly hazy. "H-hey! That was too much. If we don't--don't break
this up now, I'm not sure we ever will. Stella, please--"

"Okay; all right, darling. I'll go now. I just wanted to be certain you
felt the same way, had the same kind of fever raging in your belly. You
do. So I can wait until tonight. See you then, pretty woman."

With that parting shot, Stella was gone, leaving behind her a disturbed
woman, a strangely aroused Regina Abbott who didn't know which way to
turn. She hadn't really considered having sex with another woman, but
now she was confused, teased into wanting something totally different.

Carey was standing beside her before she realized he had left the
closet. "That was something else! I always knew my mother was hot to
trot, but I never figured she'd go for a woman, too. Oh wow, I almost
came in my hand, just watching you two."

"Carey," she said, "you're going to have to help. I wanted to tell her
about you and me, but I just couldn't. You--you know my son pretty
well; how do you think Dale would react, if you told him he had a
chance to blackmail Stella, the same way you put the pressure on me, at
first?"

He stared. "Me--get Dale to screw my mother?"

"Why not? I'll bet he's been eyeing her; she's lovely enough to attract
men and boys of all ages."

"Yeah," Carey breathed. "That's for sure. But--yeah; I'll tell him. We
can work it out, Dale and me, and I'll back him up, in case he gets
scared or something. Then nobody will try to ship us all off to camp,
right?"

"That's the idea," Regina said. "Think you can find him this
afternoon?"

He moved close to her and she saw the hard bulge in his jeans; if he
had jacked off in the closet, he was ready again. "Right after you fuck
me, Mrs. Abbott. I can't stand it any longer, hearing you and Mom talk
about fucking each other's husbands, then listening to you, watching
you, kiss each other and get ready to make it tonight. My cock is about
to split, it's so hard."

Regina edged away. "Damn it, we can't! I don't know where Bill is, or
when the kids will come home, or--okay, Carey. Let's duck out into the
back yard, and I'll take the edge off you."

Behind the barbecue pit was a lilac bush, thick now with leaves and
blooms. Leading him to it, she went down on her knees, turned where she
could face the house and know when anyone came in.

"Come on, darling," she said. "Take it out of your pants."

Wide-eyed, he stared down at her, his hand fumbling with his zipper.
"You--you mean--"

She helped him, unhooked the top snap of the jeans and drew them far
down his slim legs. His prick jumped out like a flagpole, neat and
purple-shiny on its eager head where the drop of clear, slippery juice
trembled in the sun.

"I'm going to suck your sweet cock," she said, fondling his lightly
haired balls and using her fingertips to caress the pulsating shaft.
"I'm going to eat your prick, Carey. It's the first time for you, isn't
it--the very first time you're putting your prick into anyone's mouth?"

"Yes," he said, "y-yes, ma'am. But you--I--you--"

She shut him up by bringing her face forward and kissing the droplet of
pre-seminal fluid from the tip of his prick. He gasped in sudden shock,
and she put both hands around to take the boy by the smooth cheeks of
his slim young ass, so she could hold him in position. Then Regina put
her tongue to the throbbing bulb, tasting the wetness, the sponginess
and the inner hardness there, tasting the very essence of the boy.

Sucking the knob into her lips, she worried it some with her teeth,
delighted to hear him moan above her, joyous at the movement of his
crotch and the hands that came gently down to caress her hair.

Regina drew his cockhead deeper, pulled it over her tongue and across
the roof of her mouth, bringing it back to touch the velvet cup of her
throat. A shudder ran through the boy and she dug her nails into his
ass to hold him up; for a second there, she thought his knees were
going to buckle and let him collapse.

Sticking the tip of her tongue into the slot of his prick head, she
pushed it deep as it would go, then drew it out to run hotly and wetly
around the circumcised rim. As she slid her mouth back, Carey kept
trembling, but gave a little wiggle of his crotch that told her he was
picking up the rhythm, getting the idea.

He loved it, adored the way she used her lips and tongue on his
slippery cock; she could tell by the panting, the uncoordinated
movements of his pelvis and the way his delicious young prick bobbed
inside her mouth. Regina began to suck it then, dipping her cheeks in,
then puffing them back out, pulling his cock deep, then shoving it back
with her tongue.

Her hands were busy, too--one of them cupping his balls, squeezing and
tickling, the other toying with the base, the shaft, playing with it as
she continued to suck. Carey jerked uncontrollably, held to her head
and started to actually fuck her face, pumping his cock into her
throat, pulling it to him in preparation for another long and lunging
stroke.

She rode with him, biting sometimes, lapping sometimes, always drawing
his beautiful prick as deep as she could possibly take it. Regina
caressed his ass, trailed her fingers into the cleft, brought them
around to his balls again. The speed of his thrusts increased, and she
closed her eyes, waiting, helping, hurrying along the sky-rocketing
burst of semen that was swiftly building to release.

It came with tender violence, in a fountain of come that gushed hotly
into her throat, passing over the roof of her mouth and sliding greasy
along her trembling tongue. It came with a hissing ejaculation that
bathed her inner cheeks with the treasured juices of his balls, and
Regina lost herself totally in the gulping of the precious stream.

Faintly musky, slightly sour and slightly sweet, the semen was
thrilling in the exotic blending of its flavors, delicious as it oozed
down her straining avid throat. She drank it lasciviously, siphoning
for more and more, until at last the quivering spurts diminished into
nothingness.

Still, she clung to the boy's ass, chewed lightly upon his prick and
licked at a drying head. Regina had forgotten that she'd led him out
here under the lilac bush to get rid of him quickly, before he could
compromise her in her own home. She forgot everything except the
fantastic intimacy that eating a cock brought her, the feeling of both
dominance and passivity.

Only when Carey Baker wavered and held to her head for support, did she
let up on him, allowing his prized shaft to slide from her reluctant
lips. It made a plopping sound, and she couldn't resist moving her lips
along the pole to nuzzle briefly into the shaggy blackness of his pubic
hair.

Carey's crotch hair would be the same color as his mother's, she
thought, and probably of the same general texture. Breathing deeply,
Regina sat back from the boy and knew a moment of envy for her husband.
Bill Abbott had already tasted the honey of Stella's mound, through
both his tongue and his prick. Tonight, she thought--tonight.

"Mrs. Abbott," Carey sighed, "that was--it was so great, so far-out--I
wanted to cry and yell and faint, kind of."

She stood up. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, dear. Your daddy gets a big
kick out of it, too. He taught both your mom and me how to do it, you
know--how to eat prick."

For some reason, she wanted to hurt him just a little, and by the
stricken look on his face, she had succeeded. Maybe it was because he
was going to get her own son into a situation where Dale could also
fuck Stella Baker. Was she jealous of her own son, too?

"Hey," she said contritely, "I didn't mean that badly. Before very
long, we'll all be swinging together. Maybe you can make it with Bill
and me, or your father and me."

"I--I'd like that," he said. "I think."

She watched him closely as he pulled up his shorts and jeans, as his
still-rigid prick was tucked safely from sight. "But you'd rather fuck
your mother?"

Carey flinched visibly, and dropped his eyes. "I--I didn't say that. I
mean, after all, she's my mom, and just because I helped you and my
dad, and Mr. Abbott--"

She said it softly, wonderingly, because now it was very plain to her:
"You want to fuck your mother more than anything in the world."

He swallowed and his face went red. "She--one time I got to see her do
it with my dad. It was--it was crazy, and I hid in their bedroom closet
and jacked off three times while I watched his prick slide in and out
of her beautiful, beautiful pussy. Three times I came, and it was like
I hadn't come at all, because when she moaned and shook that gorgeous
little ass, when she told him how good his cock felt, it was like I
could go over and pull him out from between her legs and fuck her
myself, all night long, fuck her over and over and over, rolling around
in that wonderful cunt until I just died."

Regina touched his face tenderly. "Poor darling, to need so much, to
suffer so much. I'll help you. Honest I will. One way or another,
you'll get to screw your mom, and soon."



Chapter 10


Breathlessly, Regina waited, being a peeper again, but with a vast
difference this time. Now she wasn't screwing anyone; she was crouching
in the hallway of the Baker home, waiting for Stella to come out of the
bathroom into her bedroom.

Her son Dale was already in the bedroom, jittery and pale, but with a
set to his jaw that meant he was determined to carry this event through
to the finish. Regina's heart beat very fast, with him and for him, and
her fingernails dug into the wood of the door through which she peeped.

Carey Baker had been very fast, finding Dale down at the drugstore and
setting the whole thing up within an hour. She couldn't believe it had
taken only that long, when Carey called her on the phone to tell her he
had Dale in the house. She'd better come right over, he said, because
his mother was in the shower and nobody else was home yet.

He'd stand guard below, and keep anyone from coming upstairs, he said--
if she wanted to be in on it. And of course, Regina had wanted to be in
on it, wanted to see and hear it all from the very beginning. She had
run across the yards and through the kitchen and practically leaped up
the stairs past a shaky boy at the foot of them.

And now she saw her son standing slim-hipped and a little scared,
standing almost as tall as his father, but slimmer and with her own
coloring.

He looked golden in his teeshirt and jeans, his hair long and wavy, the
profile of his face like something from an ancient coin. Regina knew a
dart of pain in her belly, an uncertainty, an envy that made her mouth
bitter. Stella would have this beautiful young man; Stella would take
him on the bed there, feeding upon his bronzed beauty.

She came from the bathroom with a fluffy towel around her hips, her
firm, high tits bouncing, their nipples not yet erect, but ripe as
olives. When she saw the waiting boy, Stella stopped in mid-stride and
tried to make the towel cover the rest of her freshly scrubbed, lithe
body; it didn't make it. One breast was still exposed, and one thigh
gleamed darkly.

"Dale! What--what the hell--"

He said it rapidly: "I--I know you've been making it with my dad, and I
can prove it. Do you--I mean--I can show Polaroid pictures to your
kids. And you--you wouldn't want that."

Staring through the crack in the door, Regina watched Stella's shocked
face and realized that the woman was still about half-smashed from the
brandy they had downed earlier. When the first surprise faded from
Stella's eyes, it was replaced by a hot, calculating glow.

"No," Stella said, "I guess I wouldn't want that. So why did you sneak
into my bedroom and tell me? Do you want money?"

He shook his head, his hands clenched at his thighs. "No; n-no money. I
want--I want--"

Stella smiled, a feral and wet smile. "Me? I'm your payoff, Dale? If
you want me, go on and say it."

"Yes," he managed. "Damn it--I want you, Mrs. Baker. Very badly. If
there was some other way--but there isn't, and I don't care what I have
to do, to make you swing with me. I want you that much."

Stella let the towel drop to the floor, and the boy's eyes followed it
only so far down, then fixed upon the furry blackness of her pubic
mound. She said, "That's nice, Dale; being wanted that much, so much
that you'd dare this. Is it just because I've been screwing your
father, and you think I'm a pushover?"

He shook his head, and Regina felt very sorry for him. "No," he said.
"I've always wanted to--to screw you, Mrs. Baker. It's been one of my
dreams."

She was purring now, taking one slow gliding step after the other
toward him, "Nice; I like that. I really like that. And you don't have
to threaten me, Dale Abbott. I've been watching you for a long time,
also. Only I had no idea how to go about making you; none at all.
That's solved now, isn't it?"

She was against him, her tits boring into his chest, her hands sliding
over his hips, her own lower body making a slow, sensuous motion.

"I guess so," he sighed, his hands going around her, dipping like
golden swallows for the round hummocks of her ass.

She walked him back the couple of steps to the bed, and they went down
on it together. Regina's breath caught in her throat as she watched the
near-savage attack Stella was making upon her son. The woman had the
boy peeled from his clothing in a matter of a few panting seconds, and
was wiggling all over him. It was only when they rolled side by side
that Regina got her first look at Dale's prick.

It was long and round; it was white as the strip of untanned skin
around his ass, but it was lovely. The head was purple, the veins
artistically placed around the pulsing shaft. Beautiful, Regina
thought, modeled to perfection, as were the golden-haired balls below
it. Her son's cock; not his dingle or his peepee, but his prick; his
male, man's organ called a prick.

They were kissing hungrily, and Regina could catch swift glimpses of
Stella's tongue as it darted into Dale's open lips. She saw his hands
cupping the woman's round tits, saw his pelvis hunching at her belly,
and watched the gleaming length of that stiff prick sliding across the
tender skin of Stella's groin.

"Take him!" she hissed. "Take him into your cunt and fuck him!"

Her heart was threatening to run away, her pulse pounding erratically
in her throat, nearly choking her, and Regina knew such excitement that
it was dizzying. She leaned her shoulder against the door frame and
braced her suddenly weakened legs, but she would not stop looking,
could not.

Stella slid deftly beneath Dale, positioning herself in the age-old
stance of the female ready for the male to mount. But even though Dale
was trembling all over, he didn't immediately crawl on top of the
woman. His face reached down and found the conical hills of her tits,
rubbing his cheeks into them, rubbing his nose back and forth over the
stiffly erect nipples.

Then he licked at one, pulled it into his mouth and sucked. His hands
were running all over Stella's lower body, and she crooned to him,
petting him as he felt the hills and valleys of her flesh. Dale's hand
eased between her shapely thighs to find the rich warmth of her mound,
and Regina saw the slow smile that spread upon Stella's lips.

"That's right, Dale--feel me, taste my tit, love me. I want you just as
wildly as you want me--you're such a handsome boy. I need someone young
and virile, someone strong to fuck me. Slip your finger into my pussy,
Dale--ahh, that's good. Oh yes--wiggle it around and find the clit.
It's up under the little hood, darling--ahh!"

Now her son was moving between the spread and knees-up legs, his
beautiful prick standing straight out, the purple head of it gleaming.
Regina stared breathlessly as the cockhead approached the thickly-
bushed cunt, as it settled into the scarlet labia. She saw the
tightening of her son's naked ass, saw the steady penetration of his
prick as the knob slipped into Stella's well-lubricated cunt-lips.

The length of his cock disappeared, and his golden balls swung down to
nestle lovingly into the cleft of Stella's uptilted ass. He had a good
grip on her thighs and kind of hung still for a long, loving moment
before backing out his prick for another stroke, and his shaft
glistened with the woman's cunt juices as he did so.

"Wonderful, wonderful," Stella said, her arms around his neck and her
tits crushed tightly to his chest. "Oh Dale, your prick is so hard and
wonderful. Fuck me deep, darling--fuck me strong and deep and for a
long, long time!"

Regina sucked in some air, held it in her lungs to steady herself. Her
own cunt was throbbing insanely, and her tits ached. Her son was
fucking Stella Baker, screwing her with powerful, bottom-touching
thrusts; her son, and she was jealous. She wanted, craved, that lovely
young cock for herself, and be damned to whatever moralistic nonsense
that said no.

Stella gyrated her entire lower body, shook her ass and hunched her
crotch up to the steadily-stroking prick. She bit the boy's throat and
lanced his back with her fingernails, moaning and gasping as she did
so.

"Oh darling, darling! Stick it to me, sweet boy--pour that prick to me,
stuff my cunt with it, ram it home to the balls. Oh, Dale--oh, you
lovely, stiff-dicked boy!"

The words rang familiarly in Regina's head, and she recalled that she'd
said something of the kind herself, to another boy--to Stella's son
Carey. Tit for tat, or ass for ass, but that wasn't what Regina needed
now. She needed the same cock Stella was getting, the very special
prick that was ramrodding Stella's fortunate pussy.

"Mrs. Baker--Stella--you're so hot and slippery inside, so tight--
narrow as a girl's pussy--feels so good, so good."

The pace was fast and furious, their bodies blurring, twisting sweatily
together in sinuous coilings and uncoilings. They kissed, their mouths
glued together, but their groans of rapture escaped anyway. They
couldn't keep it up, Regina thought, it was impossible to keep up that
kind of fucking without--

"Coming," Dale panted. "oh--oh wow!--I'm coming!"

"Me, too! I'm coming, too--darling, darling! Shove that prick to me,
fuck me--ohhh! Fuck me!"

Regina clawed the door, bit her lower lip until it threatened to bleed,
and knew a moment of incredible lightheadedness. Maybe she reached a
quick orgasm, a fleeting climax; she could never be certain. She knew
that she somehow identified with the lovely woman, squirming upon her
son's prick, that Regina seemed to become Stella for a bright slice of
time.

It was over as quickly, even while Dale's balls were still leaping
upward to hurl the volcanic eruption of his semen into the clenching
cunt around his embedded prick. She was herself, once more Regina
Abbott, but never truly again the same Regina after witnessing her son
fucking a woman.

Had she always had this morbid desire for Dale? She didn't think so, at
least, not until a few years ago, when he stopped being a baby and
started to turn into a man. Regina stared awhile longer at the two of
them curled on the bed, at the exquisite sinking of her son's cock in
the loving caress of Stella's hot pussy.

Then, with an effort, she straightened and turned away from the door.
Her legs moved awkwardly, stiffly, to carry her along the hallway and
down the stairs. She made it out into the yard and through the hedges,
but then her legs failed her and she collapsed to sit upon the edge of
her own barbecue pit.

That was where Carey Baker joined her. His face was red and there was a
stunned look in his eyes that almost matched her own glazed expression.
He said quietly, "That was something, wasn't it? I couldn't take it any
longer, just standing guard, so I took the ladder around to the side of
the house and climbed up to peep in the window. Man oh man, but Dale
really put the meat to my mom, didn't he? She didn't look like she was
resisting any, shaking her ass and yelling like that for him to fuck
her, fuck her."

Regina unclenched her hands and looked down at them in surprise. "No,
Stella didn't resist. If you'd been there earlier, you'd have heard her
say that she's been watching him for years, hoping for some way to get
together. Well, she sure got together with him. You saw how fast they
were screwing. It didn't last long, but it was hectic while it did. And
nobody has come back down yet; they're probably fucking again--or else
your mom is teaching my son the joys of oral sex, going down on him."

Carey said, "They're probably still fucking. I know if I had my prick
in my mother's pussy, I'd never want to pull it out again. She's a
really hot piece of ass, my mom; she's beautiful and sexy and she loves
to be fucked. I only hope she'll fuck me, soon."

Regina put her hand over the boy's. "I'm sure there'll be a way. We'll
work it out."

"How'd you dig it?" he asked. "Seeing your son screw my mother?"

"I--I enjoyed it," Regina answered. "I really did. It kind of shook me
up, but I--well, maybe I realized something, watching them fuck so
wildly."

"Like you want to fuck Dale, too?"

She nodded. "Something like that. But my husband mustn't know. He's all
wrapped up in sharing me with your daddy, but I'm not at all sure how
he'd feel about his own kid sticking me. I'm not sure how I feel about
it, either. I mean, I want him, want to screw him, to feel that
marvelous young prick in me--but will I actually do it? I don't know."

"Maybe my mom is thinking something like that," Carey said. "Worrying
about my dad and all. She might be wondering how it would be, to fuck
me. I hope so. Oh man, I hope so."

Regina squeezed his hand. "You're an attractive, horny boy, and I'm
sure she's thinking of it. I'll help you, Carey. Now I have to help you
get into your own mother, so the opportunity will come for me, too.
I'll get to her when she's--all hot and excited, and we'll talk about
you, about Dale."

"Tonight," he said. "Try to make it tonight?"

"I will," she promised. "And maybe you can sneak Dale into the house,
the two of you see what goes on between both sets of your parents? That
way, he wouldn't be so scared of me."

He grinned and put a hand between his legs. "We'll be there."



Chapter 11


They had the lights low, and two shakers of icy martinis, and the
stereo going softly in the background. Regina looked around at the way
Bill had helped her arrange the couches facing each other, with nothing
in between. It looked good; in fact, it looked perfect, and she was
happy to know where the two girls were--over at a friend's house for
the night.

The boys would be watching from over there somewhere, through an
opening left in the window curtains. She glanced that way now, and knew
an additional thrill, because they were probably already in place and
anxious for the show to get underway.

They'd be seeing their mothers and fathers screwing, watching them
change over and share, eyeing the oral sex that was sure to follow the
first frenzied releases of passions. And after that, what? She had
promised Stella there would be time for them to know each other, when
the men were too worn down to object. She and Stella would make love,
however two women did it.

That should turn everybody on, the men and the hidden boys, and maybe
there would be some mixed-up sharing then. The poor boys would just
have to sweat it out, until possibly later. If not that night, then
there was always tomorrow.

She smoothed her thin dressing gown and lifted her nipples against the
material, standing tall and sleek, hoping that her son was getting a
good view. When she moved, she allowed the robe to fall back from her
smooth thighs, showing off her long legs to best advantage.

Bill wore a robe, too; it was his white terry-cloth, and he looked good
in it, his hairy legs muscled and stocky. They had decided on robes as
the best to wear, since they were the easiest to get out of. Regina had
called the idea to Stella, who agreed.

She hadn't yet said anything to Stella about screwing Dale, and she
wouldn't, until sometime later in the evening. Then she'd also have to
confess to fucking Carey. By then, it shouldn't matter, and since each
of the women now had three lovers, there was no good reason they
shouldn't add a fourth.

Wild, Regina thought, wild. Fucking two men and two boys, with one of
the boys her own son; if that wasn't a bizarre arrangement, she didn't
know what could be. And the setup would probably get even more strange
later on. She had no intention of stopping now, no desire to pull back
without tasting all the ecstasies she could gather.

She smiled at her husband. "Ready, darling?"

He flipped back his robe and she saw his prick erect, the bulbous end
glowing, the shaft thick and heavy. "Yeah," he said, "I'm ready. I've
had a hard-on for an hour."

Regina touched it. "Nice, Bill; have you thought of what we ought to do
first?"

He snorted. "No plans; just whatever comes naturally. Or whatever isn't
natural. I don't imagine Chuck will want to fuck his own wife first,
though. Here--have another drink with me."

"Sure, but let's not get too much of a head start on the Bakers,
though." She accepted the cold martini and took a gulp from the glass.
It helped key up her own courage, as had the others she'd downed
before. And if she wasn't mistaken, Stella Baker was belting the juice
pretty good about now.

The door sounded and they both jumped. Bill retained presence of mind
enough to yell "come on in!" instead of going to greet them. They were
friends and neighbors, and if any of them felt awkward now, it wasn't
the time to show it.

Stella was stunning in a scarlet robe, a new one she must have dashed
out to buy; it was long and slinky, touched with fake white fur that
set off her midnight hair and opened when she walked to reveal the
flawless olive skin of her legs. Her tits made the thin material stand
out, and the twin cones of her nipples showed plainly--if anything
about Stella could be called plain. Even her hairdo was special, piled
high and exotic, and she wore false lashes.

Chuck hung back some, wrapped in a Japanese yukata and wearing rubber
scuffs on his feet. Regina went straight to him, holding out a martini,
locking eyes with him before she kissed him on the mouth.

"Well," Stella laughed, with that huskiness in her voice that said she
was already high, "if that's the way it's going to be right from the
start--"

She held Bill close when she kissed him, and her tongue flashed wetly
as it worked in and out of his mouth. Her hips rolled suggestively
beneath the filmy red robe, showing the modeling of her ass, and she
pressed her body into his.

Over Stella's shoulder, Bill lifted his eyebrows, grinned and shrugged.
Chuck grinned back, and the ice was broken. They had a few drinks and
the music urged them to dance. Regina had almost forgotten the hidden
onlookers as she glided smoothly with Chuck, feeling the bulge of his
erection beneath his robe.

It was a mutual movement, a silent agreement that sent them drifting
toward the couches. Bill sank down with Stella, and Regina floated down
with Chuck. They did things to each other, feeling and caressing,
kissing and fondling, but each couple watched the other.

Regina was first to drop her dressing gown, and as it disappeared,
Chuck was at her tits, first with eager hands and then with a hungry
mouth. Stroking his red-brown hair, Regina looked over at the others
and smiled sensuously. She slid down as Chuck nibbled her tits and
cupped her damp mound, stretched beside him so that she could take his
prick in hand and show it to the on-lookers.

Stella wasn't to be outdone; she grabbed Bill's ready cock and stroked
it, bent swiftly to kiss it, and Regina heard her husband's gasp of
shock. But Stella didn't mean to suck him off then; she pushed him back
upon the couch and placed one knee on each side of him, still fondling
his hard cock as she smiled down at him, then over at her husband and
Regina.

The other woman eased her furry crotch down upon Bill's upright prick,
and as the flanged head slipped into her pussy lips, she said: "Look,
Chuck--isn't this what you wanted to see--Bill fucking your wife?"

"Yeah," Chuck grunted, and Regina felt his cock reaching blindly for
the entrance of her labia, searching and prodding for the slippery
cleft so he could also fuck.

She guided it in for him, turned so that she was under his body--as
Stella had done earlier that day, to fuck young Dale--and so they could
both watch the scene on the other couch. Only a few feet separated
them, only a short distance between the two men and the women they were
beginning to fuck. The fun part was that the wives and husbands didn't
match, that technically they should only be screwing their legal mates.
And seeing anyone else put his prick into the cunt of another man's
wife was an unthinkable sight.

But there it was, and here they were, and as Chuck's prick sank
thrillingly to the haft inside of Regina's oily pussy, across the way
Stella slid all the way down on Bill's meat pole.

Regina ground her cunt on Chuck's rod, felt it slide in and out and
gripped the soapy shaft with the muscles of her vagina, bearing down
whenever the meaty club slid over her pulsating clitoris. It felt
better somehow, more daring, more exciting, because her husband was
watching her roll her ass, because her lover's wife was staring at the
way Regina was eating up the hard cock with her pussy lips.

"Fuck her, Chuck," Stella said. "Put it to her good, darling--because
I'm getting a--oohh!--wonderful prick here. It's away up in my pussy,
Chuck. Look, darling--Bill has it in all the way up to his balls."

And Regina answered, "Your husband's cock is adorable. See it slip in
and out, Bill? Look at the way Chuck shoves it to me, how he's screwing
this cunt you always considered your personal property. Oh, Chuck--keep
fucking me, baby!"

Only then did Regina remember about the eyes staring entranced through
the far window, and hoped that the lights were bright enough for the
two boys to make out every detail of the erotic action. She knew that
Carey Baker must be concentrating upon his mother's movements, and that
her own son was devouring her with his eyes, this second, seeing his
hot mother with another man's prick pumping in her snatch.

Was Dale going out of his head with desire? Did he want to leap into
the room with his prick in hand, to take turns with Chuck Baker? He
did, she felt; oh, he did!

The idea turned her on more with Chuck, made her really put on a show
for them all. She shook her ass and humped her pelvis, rolled her hips
and made her belly do grinding tricks. Her hands cupped the balls that
swung with increasing speed into the wet crack of her ass; her hands
stroked Chuck's buttocks, ran light-fingered over his back to his neck,
and as her eyes turned glazed in the throes of her heat, she nibbled
down the hairy, heaving chest and found one of his hard little nipples
to bite upon.

Chuck shivered violently, and pounded his cock into her pussy, hammered
it in there like a pile driver gone amok, and she loved his roughness,
loved the animal brutality of it. Her head bounced with every thrust,
and she got one foot off the couch, onto the floor so she could brace
her ass for the continuing assault.

The other foot waved in the air, lifted of its own volition, flapping
back and forth with the driving rhythm of Chuck's strokes. Now she was
really being fucked, and the sensation drove everything else from her
mind--her staring husband and Stella riding his prick, her son and
Stella's son at the far window--everything fled except the tom-tom
beating reality of the fucking that Chuck Baker was giving her.

"Uh!" she grunted, and "Ummm!" she moaned, when she had been trying to
make words, but no words came out, only the animal noises of rutting.

She was faintly conscious of the other couple, saw the sporadic
movements of them on the couch, but they registered only as naked blurs
in her mind. She fucked her lover back with all the power at her
command, with the strength of her cunt and the gyrations of her ass and
the attacks of her pelvis. She took his strokes and turned them back on
him, grinding on his shaft, trying to pinch the head off his cock.

Her nails were raking into the cheeks of his sweaty ass, and she heard
the slurp-slosh! noises of his prick hammering into the juicy,
suctioning hole of her pussy. Somehow, her panting mouth found his, and
somehow she managed to get enough air, even as she tongued him and bit
his lips.

"You bitch!" he gasped. "Oh, you hot-assed bitch--lay it up to me,
Regina, you prick-crazy woman--come on, come on! I'm about to come--to-
-come--AHH!"

And the molten lava of his prick burst like a shower of wet sparks into
the farthest reaches of her flexing vagina, rained thick and creamily
upon the gaping mouth of her cervix, and began to soak, burrowing into
the walls of her pussy.

She bucked upon the stilled rod of his cock, twisted her pussy in near-
agony upon the deeply seated prick and knew the moment of glory when
the universe wheeled about her head. She came, and her legs
straightened out to shudder. She came, her asshole twitching and her
belly in knots.

At the far rim of reality, she heard the moaning of Stella Baker, and
the words the other woman was using to lash Bill into a furious
screwing, too. Eyes closed, Regina lay limply with Chuck's throbbing
cock buried in her pussy, knowing one ripple after another of bright
and searing rapture as it pinwheeled out from her clit, out through her
trembling vagina, out to the reaches of her belly and the racing juices
of her entire inflamed body.

Oh, she thought; it was marvelous to come so violently that the world
was lost in the orgasm. It was fantastic to come so completely that the
world centered itself in the joys of her cunt.

Deep breaths wracked her body almost like sobs, and two fat tears went
sliding from beneath her lashes to speed down her cheeks. Only truly
well-fucked women could know what it was to cry for happiness, she
thought. When the tears were gone, she turned her head once more, and
peered at the other couch as the waves of her climax subsided for the
moment.

She saw them relaxed, Stella flopped over upon his chest now, but with
the base of his prick still protruding from the steamy ring of her cunt
lips. The other woman's ass was so smooth, so faultless, and it
contracted so beautifully, smoothed again in such a lovely fashion.

Chuck lifted himself carefully from her supine body, pulled out his
cock with a gulping sound and sat back, sweat pouring down his chest
and hairy belly. He felt around and found the remains of his last
martini.

Regina sat up, too, blowing hair out of her eyes, still a bit dizzy
from the far-out experience. Putting her feet on the floor, she
breathed deeply for another long moment before standing up. The martini
pitcher seemed very heavy, but she managed to pour herself one, and was
grateful for the icy tang in her mouth, for the jolt of gin in her
stomach.

She felt a hand on her hip, and turned to look her husband in the eyes.
He was intent, his face shining. "Regina--that was terrific, but I
want--I want you now. Can we--"

"Give me a second," she said. "I'm a little wobbly, but I'm certainly
willing. Are you ready to go again, so soon?"

"I will be," he said, "if I can get around a couple of drinks. What a
sight you were, darling--fucking like the proverbial mink, screwing so
fast that your ass was a blur."

"Yes," she said, "Chuck was really savage this time. Did you fuck
Stella the same way?"

"Best I could," he said, downing a martini in three swallows. "She's a
lot of little woman."

Smiling, Regina toasted the other couple with her glass. "I'll drink to
that--and to the upcoming orgy."

Behind her, she could feel eyes boring into her naked back; the boys
were watching and yearning, but she could do nothing for them--yet.



Chapter 12


It was only a little strange, Regina thought, for the four of them to
be sitting at the bar naked, eating and drinking with almost the same
composure they would have maintained if they had been fully clothed.

She looked at Stella's bare tits, and the half-hard pricks of both men,
and served the snacks without a bobble. She'd decided on light snacks
for replenishment, rich stuff that wasn't heavy, depending mostly upon
the liquor to keep the party rolling--the gin, and the urgent lust they
were all displaying, plus the interest they all obviously had in each
other.

Regina thought of the boys, and hoped they were making out all right.
If they hadn't already jacked off, they would before long, because what
she had in mind next would run any watcher up the wall. She wanted both
men to work on her, or on Stella--and if their strength held out, for
the four of them to somehow tie it all in together.

Changing tapes on the stereo, she mixed another pitcher of drinks and
moved the snack trays out of the way. One by one, she kissed them all,
Chuck, Bill and lastly, Stella. Lingering upon Stella's lips, she
murmured, "I'll take them both on, if that's all right with you."

"Go ahead," Stella said. "I'll get mine later--and I'm not forgetting
your promise for you and me."

Regina kissed her again, and this time dared to cup Stella's tits,
feeling the warm satin of them, feeling the nipples rise at her touch.
"I remember, darling."

Turning to the men, she said, "All right, gentlemen--which of you gets
which end of me? I want both of you in me."

They glanced quickly at each other, her husband and her lover. Bill's
face turned pink, and Chuck wore a sheepish grin when he said, "Husband
first, I guess."

Bill said quietly, "I'd like to fuck her, and maybe change over after.
She's carrying your fresh come in her pussy, Chuck, so I'd like to feel
it on my prick."

"Okay," Chuck answered. "Then Regina can blow me at the same time."
Glancing at his wife he said, "You'll be okay, Stella?"

"Sure," Stella said. "I'll just watch, and join in when I can. It's all
very exciting, dear."

Rolling her hips, Regina walked from the bar and to the center of the
room. She took a pillow from the couch and placed it on the floor, then
stretched out to put her head on it. Holding up her arms and spreading
her legs, she said to her husband: "Come on, Bill--put that cock in me;
climb on top of me and get between my thighs and shove your prick into
my cunt. Chuck just fucked me a little while ago, and he left some
jelly stuff inside my pussy."

Bill was trembling when he knelt between her legs, and his cock was now
standing stiffly out, the head of it swollen and reddish lavender,
beginning to leak just a bit. His hand touched her dewy cunt, felt
gently over the curly pubic hairs and caressed the damp labia. She
smiled hotly up at him and rolled her ass, ground her pelvis to show
him how eager she was, and how ready to accept his cock.

He prodded her mound with the head of his prick, rubbed the knob up and
down her soft lips a few times before guiding it into the opening and
giving a long, hard push. Bill's shaft slid into her vagina, and her
pussy lips clung lovingly around it, her cunt walls closed adoringly
upon it, and she gave a little sigh of affection as he pushed the head
of his prick all the way home.

"That's nice, darling," she said. "I'm very sensitive in there, so soon
after being screwed by another man. Do you feel Chuck's come in me,
darling? Am I hotter and juicier?"

Bill groaned in answer, and pushed his palms under the cheeks of her
ass so he could lift her pelvis to him for another long and penetrating
stroke. She looked beyond him to where Chuck Baker stood, his pole in
hand and his hairy thighs spread apart to show the sac of his balls.

He moved slowly around them, until he stood above her head. She stared
up at the jutting shaft above her, at the furry sac and the powerful
legs. A new thrill shot through her when her husband continued to
thrust feverishly into her clinging pussy.

Chuck lowered himself carefully, spreading his knees as he squatted.
His prick came down, down, and she looked up wide-eyed at the writhing
network of veins beneath the rounded trunk, at the glistening head that
had only a few minutes before been buried in her cunt.

Tilting her chin up and her head back, Regina reached for the male
shaft, took it in her fingers and drew the knob of it down until she
could kiss it.

She murmured, "Oh, how lovely it is. Look, Bill--I'm kissing Chuck's
prick, touching the end of my tongue into the slot, licking at the
juice there. Oh, it tastes so good, so sexy! Watch me, my husband,
while I take the head of this beautiful cock into my mouth and suck on
it."

She felt her husband's prick cram itself to the balls as she opened her
lips to the cock above her face. Chuck lowered himself, bent at the
belly so that she could take his cock into her mouth. She did it
gladly, hungrily, lapping furiously at the spongy head and around its
rim, then sucking half the length of the cock itself down her throat.
Her teeth were gently teasing around the stem, and her cheeks sucked in
from the pull she exerted upon it.

Chuck fed the meat into her mouth, into her throat, and it was a
different sensation from the other time she had sucked him off, because
now his prick was upside down.

She came immediately after her husband, hunching wildly to bruise her
clitoris against the stem of his prick, swinging her ass madly in the
ecstatic throes of her orgasm. And of course, Regina sucked crazily on
Chuck's rod, pulled and licked and nibbled, and just as her own climax
was fading, he loosed another boiling stream of come into her body.

The musky taste of it, the male flavor of the seminal river, turned her
on all over again, and she gobbled noisily on the prick as it continued
to ejaculate in slowly ebbing spurts of passion.

One cock in her mouth, another in her cunt; one blast of come in her
pussy, another sliding greasily down her throat--it was mind breaking,
a tempestuous roaring of color and sight and sound, a flaring of all
things hot and all things tickly.

Bill pulled his prong out of her, backed it from the clench of her
jealous cunt, and her legs moved weakly as he did so. Then Chuck took
his prick from her lips, and a leftover dribble of semen ran down her
chin. She had barely gotten her eyes open again when the men had
reversed positions. Bill was now at her head, and Chuck at her belly.

Quickly, as eagerly as if neither of them had fucked in a month, they
stuck the pricks to her. Laxly, her mouth took in her husband's cock,
and she realized it was strongly flavored with her own pussy oils.
Without resistance, her labia parted wet and greasy to let in Chuck's
rod.

Prick in her pussy, cock in her mouth--all over again; the same, but
different. Her cunt responded to the new feel of Chuck's shaft by
flexing hotly around it, and her clit thrummed with additional life.
She licked the head of her husband's cock, licked the oozing semen and
the taste of her personal inner lubrication.

Someone was fondling her tits, and a finger was working tenderly into
the convulsive ring of her asshole. The prick moved with sensuous
rhythm within her vagina, and the prick slid with insistence within her
mouth.

They held her ass and they held her head. They fucked and she siphoned,
and Regina didn't think she would be able to rise so quickly to yet
another climax, but she did. She came suddenly and violently, her pussy
sloshing with the hot lotions of the come, that had already been
deposited there. She felt liquid, felt turned into milk or honey or
cream.

Tiring, she slacked off on working over her husband's prick, but Bill
didn't slow up. Thrusting the head of his cock far back into her lax
throat, he screwed her mouth with the same dedication that he had
applied to her pussy. And when he came, the rush of searing juice
almost choked her, but she swallowed it all down.

And when Chuck exploded his next release of semen into her overworked
pussy, Regina only moaned with happiness and felt the overflow drip
from her cunt to puddle stickily in the crack of her ass.

She went weak and floating, and in a stage of semi-sleep, knew dimly
that the men were removing their shafts from her listless body. One of
them helped her to a sitting position, and the other held a glass of
cold martini to her lips. Gratefully, she drained the glass, swallowing
this chaser of gin behind the double shots of semen she had downed.

A little stronger, she was lifted and balanced upon her feet, then led
to the bar where they helped her to climb upon a stool. Stella Baker
refilled her glass and said, "That does it for the night, with these
guys. They'll never manage to get it up again; not after coming three
times each."

"I--I'm sorry, Stella," Regina breathed hoarsely. "I didn't mean to cut
you out of more fun. It just happened."

Stella caressed her cheek. "That's all right, darling. You and I don't
have to raise hard-ons; that's a nice thing about being a woman. We can
swing just about any time we want."

"And we will," Regina promised. "I'm kind of dragged out just now, but
give me another drink and a breather, and I want to make it with you,
Stella. I really do."

"I know," Stella said. She poured drinks for the two men who were now
sitting limply upon stools, too. "You guys had your ball, and before
long, I'm going to have mine--with Regina. What do you think about
that?"

Bill nodded. "I think it's fine."

Chuck said, "You and Regina--like lesbians?"

"Like lovers," she corrected him. "Like fucking."

"Sure," Chuck said. "It just didn't register with me at first; kind of
a shock. I never knew you felt that way about women."

"I didn't either," Stella said, lifting her glass and peering into its
depths. "And I may not feel that way--except for Regina. Besides, it
will open up all sorts of new things for us, different possibilities."

"Yeah," Bill Abbott breathed, almost with reverence.

Regina finished her drink and started on another one. Her lips were
slightly numb and her head was buzzing, but she was beginning to feel
good again. She looked over at the strip of darkness between the
curtains at the far window and wondered how the boys had taken that
last wild scene.

How did Dale feel, seeing his mother suck one man's cock while his
father fucked her? And when the men had changed over, so that she ate
his dad's prick and Chuck screwed her--had that driven Dale out of his
skull? She wondered what he thought of the motherly image now, if he
considered her to be a complete bitch.

That's how she wanted it, wanted her son to see her as she was, a hot,
passionate woman who had finally kicked off all her hang-ups and wanted
to fuck.

Dale could take it from there, if he had the guts to approach his own
mother with his prick in hand. If not, she would do the approaching.



Chapter 13


Rousing enough to mumble assent to her husband's idea of taking the
girls to the beach for the day, Regina fell asleep again almost
immediately. She was warm and snug in bed, and it was hours before she
woke again.

Then she was still snug, but now alert to the fact that it wasn't her
own bed, that she had slept in with Stella Baker last night. She
pressed her tits into the other woman's back, and her mound into the
trimly delightful shapings of Stella's ass. Swift images of the
previous night flashed through her mind, pictures of what she had done
with both men, then the more vivid, truly ardent scene she had made
with Stella.

It had been something else, that intertwining, that soft seeking, that
gentle stimulation that led finally to a marvelous orgasm, the crowning
emotion of the entire night. And it had also been the last arousal,
because Regina simply melted, after that. She barely recalled being
helped up to bed, and she'd fallen right into a dreamless sleep.

"Mmmm-oh hi," Stella said, turning onto her back and fluttering her
lashes, those sooty lashes so thick and black. "Morning, darling--you,
look terrific, as always."

Regina slid an arm across Stella's tummy. "You look better than that;
you look delicious."

"Do I? I feel kind of sticky." Her eyes found Regina's and turned warm.
"Last night--oh, darling."

"Yes," Regina said, hugging her friend, her lover. "I know what you
mean. It was wonderful for me, too. Maybe it really takes a woman to
create the sharpest climax in another woman. Oh, I go crazy over the
others, too--but what we did to each other was something pretty
special."

Stella's lips were ripe and near; she brought them closer for a kiss.
Her tits turned and pressed into Regina's; both sets of nipples turned
hard, and Stella said, "I never did it with a woman before, and I know
you didn't either. So both of us were sort of cherries for each other."

"That's a pretty way to think of it. Shall we start the day right?"

They turned the kiss into a searching one, and their tits moved back
and forth, fitting into their valleys, compressing, releasing. Their
cunts met and blended as their tongues were blending, and the heat
began to spread from their minds to their increasingly active bodies.

"So sweet," Regina murmured as her teeth raked gently over the other
woman's. "So fiery and laced with honey."

"You're fabulous," Stella sighed, and her hand was the first to sneak
between their bellies and find a crotch. Her finger slid into Regina's
labia to feel around, to tantalize the damply hot cleft.

Regina couldn't wait to get her own fingers into that juicy, clinging
cunt, and soon they were blissfully finger fucking each other, building
their heat to a more blazing core, rubbing their vibrant clits into a
more tingling awareness.

By mutual consent then, they withdrew their fingers and moved across
each other, bodies at first diagonal, then once again longitudinal, but
then ended head to foot. Regina kissed the small and shapely feet, then
licked them as Stella wriggled and groaned. She felt a hot tongue on
her own toes, and they kept pace with each caress, licking along the
ankles and calves, spreading their lips to cover a kneecap, nipping the
satiny insides of a quivering thigh.

Breath clotting in her throat, Regina stared hungrily into the thick
black fur that grew so lushly over Stella's cunt. She saw the outer
lips, and beneath them, peeping coyly, the inner labia of scarlet.

Regina went up into that forest of curly hairs, her tongue reaching
through the tasty brush to taste the cunt lips already turning steamy,
already glistening with that honeyed moistness.

Into the labia her tongue went, pressing on into the hidden folds, on
into the cavity itself, and her teeth came against the cunt lips. The
flavors were rich and heavily scented with the special musk of Stella's
body; the taste was exquisite, succulent, and Regina began to eat.

Her hands cupped the slim asscheeks above her head, one fingertip
tracing its way to the palpitating asshole. She drew the trembling
clitoris into her teeth and sucked upon it, reveling in the flexing and
heaving.

And the identical thing was happening to her as Stella's tongue tapped
intriguingly against her clit, as Stella's hot mouth and teasing teeth
worked over her cunt lips and delved into her vagina.

For a while they squirmed together, matching movement for movement,
tingle for tingle, but their individual emotions got out of hand, and
they veered off into sizzling little byways of exploration on their
own.

Stella used her finger on Regina's ass, used her teeth to nip almost
painfully, then sucked the clit deep into her lips and worked on it.

Regina ate deeply into the other woman's sweet pussy, burrowing,
nosing, rubbing her mouth around in slippery circles, luxuriating in
the spiced oils of Stella's cunt, then turned on the target of the
clitoris with nearly savage intensity.

They hiked their asses and drove them wriggling down again; they ground
the crotches and bumped like strippers, and as the sensations got
better and better, growing more searing with each passing moment, their
movements turned more spasmodic.

Regina mumbled into the hot folds of flesh and felt, rather than heard,
the moan as Stella responded. Then the dams broke within them both, and
the foaming liquids came tumbling, rushing out to flood their souls
with fire.

Regina came in a series of twisting motions, in a lascivious, orgiastic
plunging of her cunt upon her lover's mouth. Wave after wave of
glorious feelings splashed within her pussy, and she sucked that much
harder upon Stella's clit, bringing the other woman to a shuddering
climax, too.

It was a hell of a way to say good morning, Regina thought.

Sometime later they pulled apart, and went into separate bathrooms to
tidy themselves up, showering and brushing their teeth, combing hair
and scenting their bodies. They met in the hall, and held hands going
downstairs to breakfast.

Over coffee, Regina said, "I remember Bill coming into your bedroom
this morning, and saying something about taking the girls to the
beach."

Stella nodded. "With Chuck; I heard them."

"Why just the girls, and not the boys?" Regina wondered aloud.

Then she knew; the boys had turned down the trip, and for very good
reasons. Carey and Dale no doubt had plans of their own, and Regina had
the certain feeling that she--and Stella--were included. It was time
for complete honesty between herself and Stella Baker, once merely her
best friend, and now the lover of her husband, her son, and Regina
herself.

Stella said, "I don't know, but I guess--"

Regina cut in: "Darling, I saw you screw Dale."

For a stretched-out second, Stella didn't look up, but when she did,
her eyes were wicked, "Was I good?"

"You were second at the boys," Regina said. "Carey pulled the same
blackmail stunt on me, days ago. I had to go along with what he wanted,
and now I'm happy I did. He is a very sweet, very horny boy."

Blinking, Stella asked, "Did--did Carey know about your boy and me?"

"He helped set it up," Regina admitted. "Your son not only loves you,
Stella--he's also in love with you. He wants you very much."

"That's why he turned Dale onto me?"

"And suggested I trade you Bill for his daddy. Stella--he and Dale were
at the window last night, watching everything we did with the men, and
with each other."

Stella whistled softly. "They must have had quite a night, poor kids."

Regina looked down into her coffee cup. "Did you ever consider screwing
your own son?"

Shrugging, Stella said, "Oh, sure. But I had no idea he was already old
enough. I mean, I wasn't all that sure anything would ever happen; it
was just a vague idea."

"It's not vague any longer, dear. I know about me; I want it. I want to
fuck Dale so badly that my mound aches, just thinking about it. He's my
son, my boy--but I want to feel his hard young prick in my pussy. I
need to fuck him, and I will."

Stella stood up. "Then go on home, and send Carey over to me. I don't
know what the hell the men have in mind, taking our daughters to the
beach. It may very well be all innocent, but it can't stay that way
very much longer. Let's you and I get a head start on them."

Regina got to her feet, too. "Thank you, darling--for everything."

"You're not going on a long trip," Stella smiled, "just a short
vacation. Then we'll be back together, all of us. It might be real fun
to go for a group right now, but I guess we'd better play it carefully,
and let our boys get used to the idea first. A little privacy always
helps incest along, from what I hear."

They kissed briefly, but Regina could feel the new excitement stirring
through her lover's mobile lips--or was it her own emotionally-
heightened sensitivity?

She hurried across the adjoining back yards, and was well into the
kitchen before she slowed and looked around. The house was quiet, but
she sensed life in it. She found them in the living room, sitting
quietly.

"Carey," she said gently, "your mother wants you."

He looked up at her. "I've been waiting a long time. Does she really
want me?"

"Maybe even as much as you want her," Regina said. "Hadn't you better
go see?"

He leaped off the couch and ran past her, head down and legs pumping
furiously. The back door slammed behind him, and Regina was left alone
in the living room with her own son.

"Hello, Mom," Dale said.

She saw the clean young strength of him, the blond loveliness so
masculine and dazzling to her eyes. "Hello, son. Did you enjoy yourself
last night?"

He said, "Yes and no. I just about freaked out a couple of times."

"You're a strong young man," she said. "I know that, because I had the
opportunity to watch you when you laid Mrs. Baker. And a strong young
man should have been driven out of his head by what you watched happen
last night."

He touched his tongue to his lips; his fingers curled around his knees.
"I jacked off twice."

She peeled back her robe, her rumpled one from the wild evening before.
It glided down her body and she stood there naked before him, showing
her tits, her mound, to her boy. "You don't have to do that now. Am I
pretty to you, Dale? Am I sexpot enough for you?"

He drew his teeshirt over his head and pulled down the zipper of his
jeans. "You're the most beautiful woman in the whole world; your tits
are the roundest and heaviest; your pussy is the loveliest thing I've
ever seen in my life."

She took a step toward him. "Then you want me? As a woman, as your
lover?"

Dale yanked off his jeans and kicked away his shorts. He sat on the
couch with his slim blond-haired legs spread wide, with his majestic
young prick climbed high, throbbing from his head to the wooly fluff of
his balls.

He said, "I want to fuck you, Mother. I want to do all the things to
you that Dad has been doing to you all these years. I saw how hot you
are, how they fucked you while you gave them head. I saw how crazy you
got with Mrs. Baker. I want you to do that with me. I need my prick in
your cunt, you beautiful, hot mother-bitch. Come here and straddle me.
Come right over here and let me kiss those gorgeous tits."

She was almost numb, but tiny prickles of vivid excitement ran up her
spine as her legs took her obediently to the boy. She held his head
tenderly between her palms as he kissed her breasts, as his lovely
mouth caressed her nipples. When Dale sucked on them, she flinched and
her knee came into contact with his hard cock.

She was dizzy again, swaying back and forth, and he sensed her
weakness, put his hands on her waist and guided her down to the couch.
They sat side by side, and she was fondling his incomparable young cock
while he caressed the steamy mysteries of her mound.

Regina wasn't the teacher she had thought she would be, for his tongue
was lancing softly down her throat, his hands were deftly knowing. She
thought hazily that he could not have learned so quickly from Stella,
that one long, involved fuck session with the glamorous neighbor woman
wouldn't have made this boy so experienced.

His finger was in her vulva, moving tenderly, and she moved upon it,
with it, churning lightly upon this small intruder and shivering
whenever it touched her clitoris. She kissed him back, sucked upon his
tongue, and her fingers played over his cock from spongy head to sacked
testicles.

He jerked his head away, took his mouth from hers. "Damn! I'm about to
pop off in your hand, Mom. Lie back, sweet woman--lie back and snuggle
down on the couch, and open your thighs for me. Open those marvelous
golden thighs, because your son is going to climb in between them and
fuck you."

"Oh yes," she murmured, "yes, darling--of course." And she fitted
herself to the contours of the couch, opening all the portals of her
body for the entrance of her best loved.

He was anxious now, the polished deftness gone suddenly, now only a
young and eager boy on the verge of attaining his lifetime dream. Dale
poised above her, tremors rippling his body. She helped him, because it
was her desire and her duty to assist him. Regina took his iron-hard
prick in one hand and steered the pulsing head of it to the hairy
entrance of her pussy.

A strangled sound broke from Dale's lips, and he lunged forward,
burying his cock into his mother's willing cunt with one long, driving
stroke. His balls came against her ass, and he caught at her hips with
both hands as she twisted, as she humped up at the tremendous power of
his body. His prick in her, at last--at last!

She could feel the head of it driven home, feel the pulsing shaft as
her vagina closed lovingly upon it, feel the caress of his scrotum.
Regina was tender and she was adoring, moving with him as he backed his
rod partway from her suctioning cunt, wiggling with delicious ardor as
he slid it forward again. It was wonder beyond price, a superb
sensation that permeated her entire body, and she fucked slowly with
him, meeting his thrusts gently.

"Mom," he groaned, "oh Mother--Mom! I can't believe I'm really in your
pussy. It's hot, and magic and--oh, Mother--love me and fuck me!"

"I will, dear!" she panted. "Yes--your loving mom will fuck you. Now
I'm riding your little boy prick, feeling your hard cock in me--and
it's fantastic! Oh, shove it deep into your mama's cunt, darling boy.
Feed your mama all that gorgeous young meat! Ahhh, baby--oohh,
sweetheart! Sliding in and out, your mother's pussy--my son's prick--"

And their mouths met again, this time with a primitive need that made
their teeth clash. Their tongues battled in frenzy, and when one
retreated, it was drawn back by sucking. Sweet and hot, their breaths
mingled, and the tempo of his ass increased, the beat of his screwing
speeded up. He was ramming it deep and strong, and she had to lift her
legs, was forced to wrap his sinuous body within their grip, so she
could make him stuff one more inch of enchanted flesh into her surging
vagina.

She bit his mouth, dug her nails into his ass and tried to pull him
bodily into the flaming maw of her pussy, attempted to devour him with
the very cunt he'd sprung from. Her pelvis battered his, and she
gyrated wildly, forcing his ramrodding prick to massage her clitoris
with every eager thrust. It was sweet insanity and magic madness, and
she went far out into some other universe as his cock continued to
sledge into her overflowing vagina.

"Coming," she cried out. "Oh Dale--Dale--son--your mother is COMING!"



Chapter 14


Regina held to her son, locked her legs at the ankles across the small
of his warm back and wiggled slowly, very sensuously, upon his buried
cock. Dale panted and groaned, and lifted her ass so that his prick
could slam home deeper into her vibrating pussy.

"Mom! Oh Mother--you sweet, hot bitch! I'm going to come in you--let go
my load in your cunt. Here it is--here it comes--oh Mom, Mom!

She quivered inside and out when the wondrous ejaculation hosed into
her clenching pussy, when her son's young, powerful semen came spurting
and splashing over her womb. The walls of her vagina clamped upon his
shaft, gone very slippery in the oysterlike discharge. She bit down
upon him with all the muscles of her cunt, rolled her pelvis and made
his prick slosh around inside the saturated cavity of her vagina.

Dale's come, she thought--Dale's hot semen was now inundating her
pussy; her son's come sliding inside her body--and it was a joy beyond
description, a rapture so intense that Regina felt it like pain. How
fabulous it was, to be fucked by him, how superb to be screwed by this
son she had borne and raised and taught. Now she was helping teach him
more about love, in the classroom of her pussy.

She never wanted him to take out his cock; she wanted to keep it
captive in her body forever, to get stuck to him the way dogs sometimes
do.

He breathed softly into her ear, "Mother, darling--what a crazy piece
of ass you are--all hot and tight and juicy, just the way I always
imagined you would be, if I ever got lucky enough to screw you. And I
always dreamed about fucking you, since I was old enough to raise a
hard-on. Believe me, I raised plenty of hards just looking at you. Man
oh man--but I dig the way your sleek ass moves when you walk, and how
your tits bob up and down, and that bitchy look around your eyes."

"My baby," she said, stroking his back and moving her ass in tender
small circles, sliding her hairy pelvis over his. "Darling--I never
knew. I mean, there were times when the thought of having sex with you
passed briefly through my mind, but immediately following that thought
came the big taboo of incest. So I shoved the idea away. Now I'm sorry
I did. Just think of all the fucking we could have had by now."

"We'll make up for it, Mom," he said. "We'll fuck all we want, all we
can stand, and then we'll think of something else."

"Oh son, I love you," she murmured, stroking tenderly upon his imbedded
prick. "I love you in every way now--as my boy, my baby; as my lover,
my husband--as my hard young prick."

He kissed her, slid his tongue into her welcoming mouth, but only for a
little while; then he said against her lips: "Once I got a picture of
you through the bathroom window, just when you were about to step into
the shower. You were naked, and I used to stare at your body in that
picture, especially at this golden, fluffy hair on your pussy, and I'd
play with my cock, pretending I had it in you. Whenever you'd get a
little high and go to bed with Dad, then I'd think--they're going to
fuck. I'd sneak up to your door and listen. I heard you moan and talk
dirty to him. I heard the bed squeak and once--I even heard the sound
his cock made in your pussy when you were all wet and squishy. It made
me crazy."

"Poor darling," she whispered against the smooth column of his throat.
"I'll make it up to you. Dale --Stella Baker wasn't your first lay, was
she?"

"No," he said. "I was fifteen when I screwed my first girl, and I've
had four others since. But you know--I always pretended they were you.
I'd close my eyes and pretend that I was cramming my prick into the
cunt I wanted most, your cunt."

"How sweet," she said, caressing his ass. "And you didn't hate me last
night, seeing me do all those things with your father and Chuck; yes,
and with Stella, too?"

"Hate you? How could I, Mom? That really proved to me you were
everything I hoped--so hot you'd fuck anywhere; so wild you'd suck cock
and so far-out that you would swing with a woman, and play sixty-nine
eating her pussy. I want you so bitchy, you'll do everything with me,
and so I can do everything to you."

She sighed tremulously. "Anything you want, darling; everything you
desire. Tell me something else--did any of the girls you screwed--did
any of them go down on you, eat that glorious prick?"

"No," he said. "They're kind of touchy about that."

"Then I'll be the first," she said. "I'd love that. Wait--not Stella,
either?"

He shook his head, kissed her lips softly. "Not her, either. I was too
worn out, after fucking her three times running. She said she was going
to, though."

"After me, she will," Regina said. "I'm going to get at least one
cherry from my own son."

And with that, she twisted out from under him, snapped his stiff cock
from the clasp of her pussy with a practiced roll of her ass, and urged
him over onto his back.

"There, baby. Just lie there and relax while your mother takes care of
you with some nice oral sex."

He said, "Shouldn't I wipe off, or something?"

"No way," she said quickly. "I want to eat you just as you are, with
your semen still on your cock, mixed with my juices."

She leaned over and kissed his mouth, running her tongue in and out
while he caressed her dangling tits. Then she moved down to the base of
his throat, and over to one of his little boy nipples, licking it and
biting it gently. She gave the other nubbin the same tantalizing
treatment, and left for the satiny planes of his belly.

Licking hotly, kissing and nipping, she tasted the flavors of his skin,
the aroma of his flesh. There was a scattering of pale blond hair
reaching to his navel, and she trailed the path of it with her wet
tongue, knowing the excited squirming of her son's body as she aroused
him more.

When she darted the end of her tongue into the indentation of his
bellybutton, he grunted and his hands shot down to take her by the
head. His pelvis heaved and she knew the tapping of his shaft along her
cheek.

"So lovely," she breathed, "so male and beautiful. I adore your prick,
Dale."

But she didn't take it into her mouth right away. Instead, she lapped
down to his hairy pelvic mound, running her tongue through the pubic
curls, drawing it tickling around the base of his throbbing cock.
Cupping his enticing balls in one hand, she lifted them to the
ministrations of her avid mouth, spreading her lips wide so that she
could suck them.

"That's it, Mom!" he cried out. "Oh baby--that's the way to set me on
fire!"

She eased his balls out between her teeth and turned her head so she
could take the shaft of his prick between them, grating gently up along
the silken skin to the flange of the protruding head. She kissed the
head then, but only lightly, while her son jerked and sucked his breath
in sharply.

Then Regina crawled between his legs, using her knees to spread his
thighs wider. Slipping down, going to her elbows, she extended her legs
behind, and ran both palms slowly, teasingly, over Dale's groin,
fingering into his scrotum, handling the trunk of his cock.

Lowering her face inch by inch, she kissed the tip of his prick,
savoring the exotic spices of the semen already there, knowing the
intriguing flavor of his cock. Running her tongue around the flexing
head, she teased it, wet it. Only then did she open her lips and put
them around the spongy knob that had never appeared more beautiful to
her.

She took her son's hard prick into her mouth, scrubbed the roof of her
mouth over the velvet head with the firm core, drew it across her
tongue, and moved her head down so that the bulb of his cock touched
the cup of her throat.

Drawing in her cheeks, she sucked daintily upon it, pushed it away with
her tongue, licked and lapped over the vibrant cockhead.

Meanwhile, Regina fondled his balls; squeezed the stem of his prick,
played her fingertips like a butterfly up the shaft, moaned lovingly
around the head and she sucked it deep and slid it out shallow. It was
very good for her, this abject adoration, this humbling of herself to
give the very utmost in pleasure to this marvelous young son of hers.

She enjoyed rolling his cock around inside her mouth, reveled in the
texture and taste and feel of it, in the matchless intimacy it brought
and the bond that their flesh so used would forever create between
them. It was love and it was sex, it was lust and it was affection, and
it was magnificent.

He said, "Mother--Mom--suck on my prick, darling. Eat my cock, mama--
oooh, that's right! Give me head, mama. I'm fucking your mouth,
darling--I'm putting the prick to your face and I love it--oooH! I love
it!"

She moved her head up and down, creating suction and then breaking it,
caressing his prick with tongue and cheeks, stimulating him with the
merest rakings of her teeth, feeling the tremendous pressure building
up within his swollen shaft.

"M-Mom--I can't hold it back! I have to come--come--oh, darling Mama--
take it--take my come--swallow it, you cocksucking bitch!"

She gaped her throat wide and accepted the steaming fountain of semen
that geysered from his prickhead. Thick and sweet, it sprayed up into
the confines of her hungry throat, and she gulped at it, drank the
copious discharge with eagerness.

Regina was taking the male essence of her son, draining the life
substance from his leaping balls, and she loved the creaminess, ate the
musky lotion, drank the liquids of his sex. Laving the pulsing head
with her tongue, she coaxed forth yet more of the heady stuff,
swallowing, pulling, sucking until the fountain ran dry and sere.

Even then, unsatisfied with what she had taken, Regina licked around
the insides of her cheeks, ran her tongue seeking over her teeth,
gathering the last escaped droplets of his fluids, devouring them as
she would have liked to devour his young prick.

When she raised her head to look up into her son's passion-glazed eyes,
she clung a while to the head of his cock, holding it prisoner between
the circle of her teeth. Reluctantly then, she allowed it to go free
momentarily, knowing in her heart that she owned his prick now, that it
would, from now on, belong to her whenever she wanted it--and that
would be repeatedly.

He said, "Oh Mom--Mother--thanks; thank you for giving me so much wild
head. It was out of sight."

"I'm glad, darling," she said. "I want to make you so happy."

"You have," he said, "oh Mom, you have--and now, I want to make you
just as happy. I've never done this before, but I watched how Stella
and you did it last night, so I think I can turn you on okay. If I
don't eat you right, then you just tell me what I'm doing wrong, and
I'll change."

She ran fingers up his belly, kneeled there and stared fondly down at
the beautiful nude body of her son. "You don't have to make trades with
me, Dale. I'll do anything you like."

"I want to eat your pussy, Mom," he said. "I really want to see what
it's like, to taste your cunt. Especially now that I know what it feels
like to fuck it. I dig making you wiggle and moan, and if going down on
this terrific pussy turns you wild, then it'll make me wild, too."

She said, "You're an adorable boy. Shall I lie down?"

"No," he answered, "just crawl up on top of me. Rub your pussy along my
belly and over my chest, rub it slow and dirty, slow and greasy, mom. I
really will dig feeling it slide over my skin, all hairy and wet. Then,
when you get up close to my face, kind of lift that gorgeous ass and
just sit down on my mouth."

"I'd love to," she sighed.

It made her indescribably sexy, rubbing her inflamed cunt over his
satin skin, grinding her crotch upon the flawless body of the boy she
had loved all his life. She made a real production of the trip up his
shuddering body, sliding her ass back and forth, making certain that no
part of his belly and chest hadn't been dampened by the juices oozing
from her cunt, wetting him down with her own love lubrications and the
residual leakings of his come.

"That's groovy," he whispered through set teeth. "Oh, that's real
crazy, mother. Oh wow--I'm already a mother fucker, and now in a few
seconds, I'm going to be a mother sucker."

"My darling," she murmured, "oh my darling, horny boy." On up his body
she went, progressing slowly and sensuously, getting lascivious thrills
out of making him squirm at the slippery fondling of her feverish
pussy.

Then she was at his face, the blonde hairs of her cunt poised at his
chin, so near his open and panting mouth, so near the eager tongue she
could see flicking past his lips.

He breathed huskily, "Your cunt is lovely, all golden-haired and the
lips are red, puffy from our fucking, and I can see the inner lips, all
bright and shiny. Your pussy looks delicious, Mother."

Regina lifted her lower body, carefully placed her knees on each side
of his head and stared down at his handsome face. She was going to feed
her child her pussy.

She hesitated above him, poised for just an uncertain minute over his
anxious face, and Dale said: "Oh, please--" so of course she had to go
on, as she truly desired to.

Regina's crotch lowered, sank gently to meet the hungry upthrusting of
his tongue. Thrill after hot thrill bombed through her flesh, lancing
tendrils of mad sensation over her nerve ends. It was deeper, more
sensitive, because it was Dale, because it was her son eating into her
cunt.

He mumbled into her cavity, and the oils flowed from her as if a new
well had been tapped, drenching his chin and cheeks, bubbling in his
mouth and over that reaching, curling, searching tongue. She moved her
ass just so, and Dale's hands found her cheeks, just as his tongue
discovered the target of her clitoris.

She vibrated upon his mouth, convulsed and made a series of seesawing
motions, wiggled and shook, smearing her pussy into his mouth, rubbing
it over his face as she fucked it, as she screwed her son's mouth.

Dale hung on to her, ate into her blazing cunt and sucked mightily,
making strange noises, teasing and worrying the clit with tongue and
teeth, opening her secret places and sucking her like an end-peeled
orange.

She came furiously, swiveling her hips and making her crotch do tricks
on his mouth. She came with a roaring, spasming torrent of erotic,
wanton adoration that ripped her apart inside, that melted her and
turned her forever soft.



Chapter 15


She ate ravenously at lunch, putting away a platter of fries and a
steak so thick, devouring a salad and three bottles of beer. Regina
still felt a shade hungry when she stopped, but she also felt a little
guilty, and smiled over at Dale across the table.

"All that sex makes me starved," she said. "I have to build up my
strength if we're going to keep it up."

Her son reached for her hand. "That we are, Mom. Just like Carey and
his mother, I'll bet. There hasn't been a peep out of the Baker house
all day. They're probably still in the bedroom, fucking away like
crazy."

Regina smiled. "We can't blame them. It's a glorious sensation,
screwing your own son."

"And your own mother," he said. "Mom--what are we going to do about us,
when Dad comes home--and my sister?"

"I'll just have to tell him," she said. "I don't think we can go
through the seduction trap again, because there's just no way we can
have little Judy Baker lay your father. It's not like it was with you
and Stella, or me and Carey. We've hit a roadblock."

Dale looked thoughtful. "Maybe not. Judy is no real straight chick. I
haven't gotten into her panties, but I know a guy who has."

"But what makes you think she'll do us a favor and screw your father? I
mean, she doesn't owe us anything, and I can't go up to Judy's mother
and say how about Bill sticking your daughter, so we can get us all in
the game. And come to think of it--that also means pulling Monica in
with us. Monica is--"

"No cherry, Mom; believe me. She's a lot like you, so cute and sexy
that the guys follow her round with their tongues hanging out. Monica
has been fucking her steady guy for a month or two now."

Regina frowned. It seemed all too casual, discussing her daughter's
virginity with her son, but another mental look at the discussion made
things more clear. Why be so phony, why be hypocritical at all, when
the only way was to be honest--up front, as the kids would say?

"They'll be back from the beach before long," she said. "Maybe we
should just sit down with Monica--all three of us--and have a talk.
You'd lay your sister, wouldn't you?"

"Damned right," Dale answered. "Like I said, she's a real sexy piece, a
lot like you. And Dad--well, she'd go for him in a second. I can tell
that. As for him, you've got him so turned on now that he'll do
anything you want, and he's sure not going to turn down a chance to put
it to Monica's juicy young snatch."

Nodding, Regina said, "I think we'll all stay home tonight."

Dale helped her clear the table and put dishes into the washer.
Slipping his arms around her waist from behind, he pressed himself into
her ass and as she leaned back into him, lifted his hands to hold her
breasts. She felt much adored, the young bride in the arms of her
lover.

That's when the front door opened noisily, and Regina pulled guiltily
away from her son's embrace, knowing a sharp flash of resentment at any
intrusion that would move him away from her.

Her husband and daughter laughed into the kitchen, wind-rumpled and
scattering grains of beach sand. Bill swung the picnic hamper onto the
drainboard. "Hi, Regina--Dale. You guys should have been along; we had
a great time. Chuck and Judy tried the water, but it was just too
damned cold for me, and Monica stayed to fix the food--"

Regina stared through lowered lashes at her daughter, seeing her
perhaps for the first time as a complete woman, sufficient unto
herself. The girl's honeyblonde hair set off her liquid brown eyes to
perfection, and her mouth looked just a bit smeared, as if she had been
kissed hard, recently.

Monica looked back with a direct stare, and the set of her young mouth
contained perhaps just a touch of arrogance. Was her daughter possessor
of some new knowledge, some new wisdom that she wasn't afraid to
flaunt?

Glancing away, Regina caught her son's eye, and Dale nodded. "Come on,
Monica--you have to listen to this groovy new tape I got today--"

His hand on hers, he practically dragged his sister from the room, so
his mother and father could be alone for a few minutes. He'd sensed
what was coming, she thought, felt the vibes in the air and was making
things easier for them.

She opened a beer for her husband and one for herself, wishing for
something stronger. Sitting at the table, he fidgeted a bit, swallowed
some cold beer, and brought out his words with a rush: "Regina--I have
something to tell you. You know this morning, while you were sacked out
with Stella? Well, Chuck and me got this great idea, and you two women
were so happy there together, that we decided to leave you like that
and--and take the kids for a picnic. The girls, that is. You see, Chuck
and me--well, we thought that since swapping wives was so damned much
fun, that maybe swapping--ahh--daughters would be just as big a blast."

He ran out of breath, dropped his eyes and gulped beer. She stared at
her husband. "And was it?"

"Was it what? Oh, yeah--a blast; yeah--sure, it was. You wouldn't
figure those kids--but they're so damned sweet and young and sensuous,
all at once. I have to confess that I screwed Judy Baker today. She's a
real redhead, too; the hair of her little pussy is like fire, but
curlier, and--"

Her voice was sly, smooth: "And how was your daughter?"

"Just great!" he answered enthusiastically. "Only sixteen years old,
and fucks like a mink! And when she starts grinding on your prick--"

Stopping suddenly, Bill looked down into his beer can again. "Okay; so
we traded off, and fucked our own daughters. It was great, and I blew
off more jism than I thought I had, once I got it into Monica's tight
pussy. And Chuck--well, he didn't want to turn his kid loose. They kept
screwing until we had to call a halt and get home. Look, Regina--you
started all this fucking around stuff, so don't get all pissed at me
because I took it a step farther, just a logical step farther. And it's
not like either of those girls were cherries; they sure as hell
weren't. Monica bragged that she's been screwing for almost two years
now."

She said, "So has Dale--but he claims I'm the best piece of ass he ever
had."

For a long moment, her husband didn't say anything, didn't move a
muscle as the information sank in. Then his fingers clenched on his
beer can and he banged it hard upon the table top. "Son of a bitch! And
here I thought I was getting a step ahead of you." His eyes found hers
and clung. "Fucking your own son, are you? And the Carey kid, too?"

"Him first, the way you screwed Judy Carey first. It's okay with
Stella, though--she's made it with both the boys, too. I imagine that
Dale is in his room now, breaking all the news to Monica, so the little
bitch won't feel so superior."

His head jerked up, "Now wait--"

She said, "Oh, I meant bitch as a compliment. I'm not jealous of her;
I'm intrigued. Dale and I were planning on your fucking her, so nobody
would have to hide anything from anybody else. That goes for the
Bakers, too. I'm glad you screwed both kids, darling, that you broke
the ice--if that's the proper phrase--with your daughter. Now we can
all ball together. Each of us has four to fuck."

Bill said numbly, "You mean--Dale and Monica?"

She laughed. "Why not? Does that smack of incest?"

He shook his head. "Damned if I can understand anything that's going
on. Just a few days ago, I had this kind of nice, sometimes sexy wife,
and everything was going along--"

"Boring as hell," she finished for him. "Bill Abbott--are you going to
tell me you'd like to have your sex back the way it was?"

He grunted, got up and popped the lids on two more beers. Handing her
one, he said, "No way, baby. I never had so much fun in my whole life,
and I'm not going to stop now."

"Then what's the argument about Dale and Monica fucking each other?"

He held up one hand. "The idea just shook me at first, that's all. Now
I see that it's no different than me screwing her, or you laying him.
You know, now that I think of it, it's a real wonder that the boy
hasn't got into her pants before this. I've been thinking about fucking
Monica for a long time, I just never had the guts to try."

She finished her beer and stood up to plant a wet kiss on her husband's
lips. "I told Dale that we'd be staying home tonight, and since Stella
is probably going through a showdown scene of her own next door, no
doubt the Bakers will be unavailable this evening. Now lover man, if
you'll draw the curtains and lock the doors, and take the phone off the
hook, I'll go up and tidy myself. Maybe I'll break up anything the kids
have gotten started. That's because I want them fresh in an hour or so,
as fresh as they can be, that is. The Abbott family is going to have an
orgy all its own."

His chuckle followed her up the stairs. She strode directly to her
son's room and opened the door without knocking. They were on the bed,
but rolled apart when they heard her come in. Dale was grinning, but
Monica looked guilty.

Regina said, "Sorry to intrude, kids--but since we have this party
tonight--"

Monica said sharply, "What party? I have something else in mind, and--"

Clearly, Regina said it: "A fuck party. If you know of something better
to do, please let me know. I'd like to join you."

Her daughter gasped; her son laughed aloud and said, "See, Monica? I
was going to tell you what a swinger mom is, too. While you were out
making it with dad and Chuck. I was home screwing her."

"I--I don't believe it!" Monica said in a shocked voice.

"Tonight, I'll prove it," Regina said. "How about you two getting all
showered and shaped up? I suggest the dress be scuffs and robes, with
nothing underneath. You can get fucked by your brother then, dear--and
have another go at your daddy."

She left them then, smiling to herself at how Monica's feline air of
superiority had been punctured. The girl had thought herself preferred
over her mother, and had been feeling a bit smug about it. She'd feel
better tonight, with a couple of drinks down her to numb any
inhibitions she might have left over. When Monica learned how to be
open, how to be free with her fucking, she'd be happier.

The shower felt terrific, brightening and freshening her skin. The
douche did something of the same for the inner woman, cleansing her of
any lingering odor that might be offensive. Regina washed her hair and
used a hand dryer on it, fluffing it out in a natural fall over her
shoulders. She used a good perfume and picked her other good robe, the
pale blue one that she could almost see through.

Feeling wicked, she didn't use her scuffs, but chose instead a pair of
the new wedgies with the high soles and outrageously tall heels. They
made her legs appear even longer and slimmer, and she pirouetted before
the mirror to watch them.

For the first time, she thought of her daughter as she thought of
Stella Baker. Would she, when the time came, make love to Monica, too?
Regina wasn't sure about that, although the idea gave her hot tingles
along her lower spine, Monica was a lovely, sensuous girl, young and
new, and she shouldn't miss the tender ecstasy only another woman could
show her how to share.

Leaving the bathroom, Regina thought that could come later, if at all.
Sharp waves of excitement rose in her belly as she walked downstairs,
her thighs making soft, kissing noises when they touched in passing.
She would certainly fuck both her husband and her son, perhaps changing
off on them, and she might become involved with her daughter.

It was going to be a highly interesting evening, she thought, and
headed directly for the living room, for the little bar across one
corner. As she walked over the carpet, she couldn't help flashing back
to the glorious fuck scenes she had already experienced in this room,
on the couch and on the carpet. But tonight would top them all.

She had two tall pitchers of rum cokes mixed, and was adding lemon when
Bill came into the room. He was wearing his terrycloth robe, she saw
with satisfaction. He said, "Making them a little weak, for the kids?"

Nodding, she pointed to one pitcher. "This one is; ours is double
strength. They're a hell of a lot younger than we are, lover. We're
going to need extra fuel, to keep up with them."

Helping himself to a glass, Bill poured it full and dropped an ice cube
into the mahogany-colored mixture. "Oh, I don't know about that. I've
been doing pretty good, for an old man. You know, I had no idea that I
could fuck for so long and for so many times running. It must be all
the new cunt I'm getting. Not that yours is old, baby--I was just too
used to it. Now it's thrilling for me again, like getting married to
you all over again."

"I know," she said. "I keep getting so excited that I can't stand
still."

There was a squeal upstairs, and as their heads swung toward the
stairs, they saw Monica come flying down them with her brother in close
pursuit. Giggling, they skidded to a stop in the living room, but not
before Regina had caught a glimpse of her daughter's exposed crotch
when the robe flared back.

The girl had a beautiful mound, lightly haired in the color of her
head, the shade of new honey. Her thighs were cunningly joined to her
hips, in the precision work of a master jeweler; her tanned legs made
the white strip around her lower belly more startling.

"We got to kidding around," Dale grinned, "and she snapped me with her
towel. Good thing she didn't hit where she was aiming, or I'd be out of
action already."

Bill had a tough time looking at his son, Regina noticed. He managed to
smile, but it was weak around the edges. Monica no longer appeared to
be sure of herself, so Regina took mercy and poured her daughter a weak
drink. She pushed one across the little bar to her son, too.

"Here's to something," Dale said, and took a big swallow.

"Here's to us--and love," Monica said defiantly, and spoiled the effect
by choking on her rum coke.

"Let's all relax," Regina said. "We'll have a few drinks and loosen up,
and then--"

It worked out just as she imagined, because it only took a couple of
drinks to stand Monica on her ear, and Dale was almost as giggly. But
as he danced with his sister and her robe insisted upon slipping open
so that he could rub his stiff cock against her receptive belly, he got
more and more inflamed, so that his playing turned serious.

Dropping her robe, Regina came around the bar to back in between her
husband's legs. Bill couldn't shed his own robe fast enough, and she
felt his erect prick shoved against her backbone. He cupped her tits
and rolled the erectile nipples between his thumbs and forefingers,
while his mouth worked hotly and damply at the base of her head,
tickling the back of her neck.

Her eyes were on their children, their kids turned sexy and suddenly
ripe for the fucking. Dale's mouth fastened to his sister's, and his
hands swept the robe from her shoulders, dropped it from her taut body
to fall in a heap at her feet.

Bill's harsh whisper hissed into Regina's ear: "There! Look at that
beautiful little pussy, and wait until you see what she can do with it.
That kid is going to get himself one fine piece of hot ass."

She watched her son's prick stand out, saw the tell-tale diamond of
pre-seminal fluid upon its tip, and thought that Dale wasn't the only
one who'd get a fine screwing.



Chapter 16


Dale wasted no more time. He forced his sister back and down, dropping
her upon the couch with her fine legs flashing. Regina saw that her
daughter had good, solid tits; they were a bit small but would grow,
and their cute little nipples were quivering.

Like her mother, Regina thought warmly--give the girl a prick rubbing
against her belly, and she was ready for anything, anywhere. Indeed,
Monica seemed to have forgotten there were on-lookers, she was so
wrapped up in her brother. Her small hands were fluttering over his
ass, and one of them found his hard cock.

Dale said, "That's right, baby--squeeze it, feel my prick in your hand,
because in just a minute, you're going to feel it in your little
pussy."

Head on the couch pillow, Monica simply arched her back and pulled him
toward her spread thighs, holding him firmly by the shaft.

"Direct little bitch, isn't she?" Bill asked, his breath stirring the
short hairs at Regina's nape.

"She's hot and hungry," Regina said. "You and Chuck stirred her up
something fierce today, and now she's about ready to boil over. She's a
very beautiful girl, Bill."

Dale dipped his face and found one of his sister's tits to suck on as
she guided the head of his long, stiff prick into the squirming, humid
mound. Shoving up against him, she made it easier for him to work his
pole inside her snatch, and Regina could see the honey-haired labia
stretching, coming elastically apart to allow entrance to the cockhead.

"Come on," Monica was muttering, come on! Hurry and put it in me. I
can't stand waiting any longer, Dale. Fuck me!"

Bill stroked Regina's tits and she rolled her back into the flagpole of
his cock. He said, "She sure sounds like her mother."

Regina stared avidly at the young people, and saw her son's rigid prick
slide into her daughter's pussy. It was a lovely, unforgettable sight,
she thought, and one that she would forever treasure. She heard the
gasp from Monica's lips, and the sigh of delight from Dale's open
mouth.

"They're fucking," she said softly aloud. "Our children are fucking
each other, Bill. They're both so sweet, so luscious, that I could just
eat them up."

"And you probably will," he said. "But yes--I see what you mean, I'm
not jealous of the boy. I want them both to be happy, to fuck until
they come."

Regina held to his thighs and wiggled her ass, her eyes glued to her
kids as they screwed on the couch. Her husband couldn't take the
teasing and great pressure any longer. Sliding off the barstool, Bill
said: "I'll move the stool out a little, and you bend over it with your
legs spread. I can get into you from behind. We can fuck while we watch
the kids."

Obediently, she followed his orders, positioning herself belly-down
across the seat of the barstool, her tits hanging down, and her hands
taking a brace upon the foot rungs. It was truly a passive, subjugated
position, and she had an idea that she was going to like it very much.

Across the room, Dale said, "Sister baby--oh shake that great ass!
Grind your tight, hot cunt on me, sis! Take my prick up your pussy and
fuck like a mink."

Monica answered, "Drive it home, brother dear! Cram that meat deep into
my vagina and fuck me so hard that I'll pass out!"

Regina kept herself relaxed and soft, and knew a moment of impatience
when her husband used his finger in her pulsing snatch, instead of his
cock. But Bill did no more than feel into her juicy hole, before
drawing his finger out again, and she wondered what the brief caress
was all about.

She was gazing entranced at her screwing children when he said down to
her: "Something different this time, Regina. I'm using your cunt oils
to grease the head of my dick, and you can feel where I'm putting
what's left over--"

She flinched as she felt his fingertip at her uptilted asshole, when
she felt her own pussy lotion being smeared into the rim. Before she
realized what her husband was up to, he set his cockhead in place.

"Bill! Not in my ass! Wait a second--Bill--"

He had one hand on the end of her spine, and was using the other to
help his cock push. "Be quiet, Regina, and watch them fuck. You're
going to get it up your ass, because I always wanted to, and there'll
never be a better time than right now. Relax, and it won't hurt; my
prick isn't all that big, and it's all greased up right now."

She subsided, a strange new desire kindling within her body,
remembering the fingers that had been shoved in her asshole while she
was being screwed. That had felt good, and she wondered how much better
a full-sized prick would be.

Grunting, her eyelids fluttered and she clenched the stool rungs when
he put it in her as gently as possible, but with all the force
necessary to make his knob penetrate the tight ring of her greased
anus.

On the couch, Dale cried out: "Oh baby--oh wow! I'm going to come--
going to shoot off in your hot little crack, sis!"

And his sister answered, "Oh-oh-OH! I'm coming, too--ah, your prick is
hard and long--longer than my guy's shaft--not as big as Daddy's cock--
but crazy, crazy! Feed that meat to me, dear brother--ahhh!"

Slowly, the head of her husband's prick made a passage into her asshole
and Regina found that if she pushed back, she helped the ring expand to
take him inside.

Once the head had eased itself beyond the circle, it slipped suddenly
into the tube beyond, and with one long, easy thrust, Bill Abbott
buried his prick to the balls inside his wife's ass.

Regina flinched and her belly went tight upon the bar stool cushion as
a totally new sensation spread from her ass throughout her surprised
vagina, as the wondrous feeling reached her clitoris and jolted it with
an almost physical blow. She had a cock up her ass, and it was good.

Gently, Bill moved back, and she moved for him, making a little circle
with the cheeks of her ass, and in so doing, rubbed her snatch into the
edge of the cushion. He stroked forward again, his tool filling and
stretching the narrow sheath of her anus. She felt as if his prick were
reaching all the way up into her belly, and thought wildly that when he
came, the semen might very well explode up through her stomach and
along her throat to shower from her open mouth.

But she fucked him anyhow, taking care since he filled her so, knowing
that she could easily tear the delicate tissues of her ass if she got
too excited. And the very newness of what he was trying turned Bill on,
the constriction of the rubbery sleeve around his embedded cock made
him reach quickly for his mounting orgasm.

He let it go into her asshole, flooded the tube with his sizzling come
and collapsed forward upon her upturned buttocks. Bill was gasping and
she thought that his climax must have been a tremendous one. She came
close to hitting a crest of her own, but held off deliberately, since
he stopped screwing her.

When her eyes cleared, she saw that their kids were staring transfixed
at what they had watched, a variation neither of them had ever
attempted. Regina remained still until her husband backed his cock from
her hole, drawing a trail of buttery liquid behind it. Then she swung
herself erect with a feeling of triumph, because she had taken on a new
dimension; she had experienced another kind of physical love, and now
had touched just about all the bases.

Turning back to the bar, she had two drinks in quick succession, and
felt the hot jolt of them in her belly. Then walking to the center of
the floor, she lay down and held up her arms to her son.

"Ready to fuck your mother again, darling?"

Dale moved toward her, tugging his sister by the hand. "Lie down beside
mom," he commanded. "Dad can mount you, while I top Mother."

Silently, Monica drifted down, and when her sleek young ass touched
Regina's hip, their hands found each other. It was a comfort, Regina
thought, a closeness finer than ever before.

Bill came stiff-legged over to stand with his reddened shaft out before
him, some of his come leaking from its tip. Only a sexed-up tangle like
this, with his daughter and wife and son, could turn her husband onto
another piece of ass so soon, Regina thought.

And then the time for thinking was past. Her son climbed between her
thighs and, without preliminaries, set the bulb of his greasy cock
against the waiting lips of his mother's golden-haired pussy. Watching
mesmerized, Bill Abbott saw his son slide a hard cock into his wife,
saw his wife wiggle in far-out rapture as the rigid length of the
boyish prick vanished into the wet gripping of her cunt.

Robotlike, he went to his own knees, and his daughter stared up at him,
at the glistening cock-head that had just been removed from her
mother's hole. Regina saw them come together, watched with intense
concentration as her husband pushed the head of that prick into her
daughter's eager cleft, watched Monica's feet lift higher and higher
until the toes were pointing at the ceiling.

Bill's cock went in to the roots, and his hairy balls came to rest in
the crack of his girl's shuddering young ass. Just then Monica squeezed
her mother's hand, as if to say: mom, I've got your man's prick in me,
and it's wonderful.

But so was Dale's cock, moving impetuously within the steamy nest of
his mother's aroused pussy, and Regina squeezed back, as if to say: I
understand, and bless you.

"Fuck me, Daddy," Monica breathed.

Regina said, "Fuck me, son."

Then they fell silent, the four of them moving sweetly together,
sinuously together. Regina brushed her ass against her daughter's ass
as she squirmed, and the contact seemed to bind them all even closer,
to make a circle of them, so that their ecstasy was equally shared, so
that their blissful fucking was spread throughout all their bodies at
the same time.

Lifting to one elbow, reaching her face up and over, Regina made it a
more perfect circle by making contact with her husband. Their mouths
met, and Bill's tongue began to plunge back and forth into her gasping
mouth in just the manner that his prick was pumping in and out of his
daughter's fine, clenching pussy.

Dale continued to fuck, pounding his cock to the hilt with prideful
thrusts that demonstrated to his father that he was just as much a man,
that he could fuck his father's wife just as hard, just as pleasingly.

Bill groaned against her teeth, and she sucked upon his tongue. From
somewhere, a soft hand came to fondle one of her aching tits, and she
thought the hand was Monica's. Violent forces raged within her vagina,
and her clit was threatening to tear loose from its moorings. Regina
hunched to her son's cock and let herself go completely.

She would never know which of them reached the first orgasm. The
tangle, the interweaving, was so blended that who came first did not
matter. There were moanings and humpings, little glad cries of rapture
and the panting sounds of lust run rampant. There were the noises a
wetly hammering prick makes in a well-drenched pussy. There was a
symphony of flesh upon flesh and the segue of skins.

Regina came in a crazy kind of grabbing, kissing, wiggling. She felt
hot semen spatter the length and breadth of her insanely aroused cunt,
and she felt the slash of teeth as a man's mouth locked into her lip.
She knew the grip of hands upon her tender boobs, and she threshed in
an orgiastic voluptuousness that made her brain expand.

Enmeshed in the tender trappings of legs and arms, held together by
pricks and cunts and hands and mouths, they were, for an uncountable
period of time, one object turned inanimate in the furnace of emotions
that fused them.

Slowly, regretfully, they came apart. When Regina got back to the
world, she found herself looking up into the serious face of her
daughter.

"Mom," Monica said, "you're just boss, the very most. I love you so
much."

Weakly, Regina touched Monica's cheek. "I love you, dear. We all love
each other now--deeply and fully. It's going to be wonderful around
here from now on. You'll get an idea of just how wonderful, as soon as
we all catch our breaths. I want you and me to make love, darling."

Monica didn't hesitate. "Of course, mom."

Regina let her hand drop. In a minute, she would sit up and have
another drink to put more fuel in her tank, although she could probably
run the rest of the night on her stored-up energy.

She thought of the house across the yard, of four other people who were
just as deliriously happy, who were exploring the heretofore forbidden
mysteries of each other's bodies, breaking every taboo on the list, and
reveling in the joy of the destruction.

Stella and Chuck Baker; Carey and Judy Baker--four lovely, sensuous
people--would now widen the circle of love to include the Abbotts.
Idly, warmly, Regina wondered what it was going to be like to have
eight naked people in one room, doing all sorts of exciting things.

But that was for another time, she reminded herself, and opened her
eyes to the now of her magically sensitized existence. She saw her son,
his prick drooping only a bit--and her husband, with his cock bent in
the middle, but only momentarily; she saw her lovely daughter, with the
froth of semen gleaming on her pussy hairs.

It was going to be a long night, Regina thought, and a happy one.



Chapter 17


"We might have a little trouble keeping track of things and people,"
Stella said. "There are four on each side, if we look at it that way--
and that might not be a bad way to start this here swinging orgy."

Regina smiled at her friend, her lover. Stella was so much fun, even
when she wasn't fucking somebody. They were all ranged around the
Baker's living room, she and her husband and their children, the Bakers
and their children.

She asked, "What way is best to start, Stella?"

"With sides," the small woman answered. "The Bakers and the Abbotts can
meet halfway, lined up according to size or age, or whatever, and start
fucking. In five minutes, we change over."

Bill said, "Hey--I don't quite figure that out; change over how?"

Stella answered, "Well, let's see--suppose we start in by you screwing
me, Bill; Chuck can fuck Regina, my son Carey can put it to your
daughter Monica, and my daughter Judy can get shafted by your son Dale.
That makes one family fucking the other. Then when we change over,
we'll fuck within the families. How's that?"

Regina crossed her long legs, amazed at the tremble that was setting up
within her thighs. "Then after the switch, you and I should be screwing
our own husbands, and the boys will be making it with their own
sisters?"

"That's it," Stella agreed. "Everybody ready?"

Regina thought that she'd been ready for a long time, ever since she
got started in the husband-exchanging, son-fucking maneuvers. Glancing
around the room, as they all began sliding and wiggling out of their
robes, she realized that there was only one she hadn't had sexual
relations with--Judy Baker, the luscious little redhead with the
seagreen eyes, the Baker daughter. She'd get to the girl later in the
evening.

She stood up and shed her robe, stood proudly and sexily in a hipshot
pose drawing the male eyes. She was happy with her re-awakened body,
with its newly aroused facets, and would glory in its uses to both male
and female. For she could love and be loved by both sexes, and that was
more than she had ever believed before.

Holding out her arms, she sway-hipped toward Chuck Baker, and saw the
rising of his prick as he advanced to meet her. A step to her right,
her husband Bill was walking to Stella, and so on down the line. Four
hardening cocks were pointed outward, feeling their way toward four
anticipating cunts. Eight tits bobbed and jigged saucily, and as many
hearts beat with heightened excitement as they all neared each other.

Happily, Regina went into the arms of her man, the husband of her best
friend. She brought her silken belly up tightly to his swollen cock,
and smiled as she kissed him. She flattened the nipples of her tits
into his chest.

"A real family fuck," she said softly, running only the hot tip of her
tongue in and out of his mouth. "All of us screwing each other, right
out in the open where each of us can share the happiness, where we can
all participate in the pure beauty of it all."

Chuck grinned his answer, and slid his hands familiarly around the
cheeks of her ass so that he could pull her golden haired cunt up
closer to his crotch. She ground it into him, let the warm and erotic
feelings flow unhampered within her soul, within her vagina.

She drew him to the floor with her, one hand fondling his prick, her
body going vibrant and her mound dampening in eagerness to receive his
cock. She lay beside him on the carpet, their hands feeling over flesh
and hair, cupping and stroking and trailing the pleasure-pain of
fingernails into crevices that ached.

"Fuck me, darling," she asked her lover, and helped him steer the
yearning knob of his shaft to the trembling wetness of her labia.
Sliding one leg up and across his waist, Regina positioned herself for
the screwing, settling her crotch upon the spongy-hard end. His glans
shoved against her fleshy barrier and slowly, sweetly, began to
penetrate.

Rolling her head to the side, Regina watched her own husband's prick
plunging already, balls-deep, into the black furred cunt of Stella
Baker. He was in the traditional position, between her small, sleek
legs.

Stella coiled and uncoiled those legs, striking with the gentle
surgings of her pelvis. Her pussy devoured Bill's cock so that only his
balls seemed to keep him from being pulled completely inside her body.

And beyond her, Dale Abbot was drawing Judy Baker down upon his upright
prick. The head of her son's cock shone like a lavender beacon as it
reached for the red-haired pussy above it. A gorgeous little cunt,
Regina saw, looking as if it was curled in crisp flames. It was
probably as hot as it looked.

As she watched, Dale held to Judy's ass and the girl squatted to fasten
the blunt point of his cock into her snatch, then ground down upon it
with a corkscrew motion, slow and easy. The girl's face was shining,
her pink-tipped tits quivering and Dale grunted with great satisfaction
as his cock worked into her pussy.

One more set--and Regina had to crane her neck a little to make them
out: her own daughter Monica--Monica with the hot suctioning cunt--and
the boy Carey, who had lost his cherry fucking Monica's mother. That
mother stared now as he approached her daughter from the back, as he
urged Monica over onto her hands and knees in a dog-fashion pose. Carey
had his prick in one hand, and was guiding it between the polished
buttocks of the girl, aiming it into the honey blonde hair between the
incredible softness of her rounded thighs.

Then they were all moving to their own rhythms, fucking at their own
beat, grinding and thrusting, wiggling and humping as they felt like
it.

The boys screwed the girls, and the men fucked their women. The fact
that the girls' brothers were within arm's reach, meant only additional
pleasure. The fact that the husbands of the women were brushing their
hips, as they fucked, against the other woman, only meant sharper
thrills to all concerned.

It was hypnotic, Regina thought, to watch the other pricks sliding into
the lovely cunts, seeing their oily, polished shafts move within the
jealous gripping of stretched and feverish labia. Their balls swayed
and bounced softly, or swung wetly, or hung trembling in the cleft of
an ass. So beautiful, she thought, so vividly provoking of highly
erotic sensations.

Sweetly, hotly, she fucked Chuck Baker, giving him a tit to suck,
changing over to nibble at his own flinching button. He worked his
magic prick juicily within her pussy, felt it over her thrumming
clitoris and massaged the walls of her vagina. He was a fine,
thoughtful lover, the first man she had taken since she married, her
first true lover. Chuck had taught her to suck cock, and how thrilling
it was to have her own cunt eaten. She owed him so much, as she owed
the rest of the Baker family.

She'd pay them all back, she thought, fucking steadily and greedily
upon his shaft, rolling and clenching her ass in slow, sexy movements.
She was in no hurry to come, and didn't rush it. It was wonderful just
to screw, to ride this prick and think how magnificent it all was.

"Hey!" Stella's voice raised high, a little keen. "Hey, everybody, time
to change over, to fuck the members of your own family--no matter if
you've come already or not. And there's no hurry for that, you know. We
have all night, and all this good sex to catch up on."

Reluctantly, they parted, pulling apart with lingering caresses and
kisses. Chuck's cock slid from her cunt as hard as when it went inside.
"Come back soon," Regina said, patting it.

She smiled up at her own husband, at Bill whose prick glistened from
the hot inner juices of Stella's cunt. He came gladly to her, and she
rolled over onto her back, spreading her knees wide to take him all in.

Bill said, "This is wild, baby--I always like to shove my cock in there
after Chuck has just pulled his out, but this time he didn't come in
your pussy."

"Maybe you will," she said, "and your son can fuck into your semen.
That's almost as good for you, isn't it? You really do dig seeing Dale
screw me."

"Yeah," he panted, fitting his cockhead into her wet cunt lips and
pushing gently, strongly forward. "I damned near came, just watching
that boy pump his prick into your hot snatch. Oh, baby--Regina darling-
-you're so slick inside, so steamy."

"Chuck stirred me all up," she said. "One of these nights, I want to
take all four of you males on, fuck you all--with you the last in
line."

"We'll do it," he promised, pumping his rod into her, feeding it a
little faster now, getting more turned on with the picture she had
drawn for him of the two boys and Chuck sticking it to her, each of
them letting go their loads into her ardent pussy, then he crawling on
to finish off the multiple fucking.

Beside her, she heard Stella moaning and hissing, and she moved her
head around to watch Chuck bring his wife to a biting, squirming
orgasm.

"I'm coming!" Stella cried out. "Oh damn you, I'm coming!"

The good and the bad, Regina thought; good feelings in the foaming
crest of the climax, sorrow because she had been forced to come when
she had meant to last much longer.

And farther down the line, Judy Baker said sharply, loudly: "Oh--oh,
Dale! Your prick--oh, oh--"

Regina couldn't hear as her daughter was fucked by Carey Baker, but she
could make out their scuffling over the sounds of the other people. All
of them were tuned in, turned out. They were fucking happily,
sensuously, not hiding anything from anyone.

Maybe it was emanating from her own head, but she thought she could see
an aura of sorts, a glistening, halo kind of thing that moved with a
faint purple shining throughout the room. Then she was busy, hunching
madly with her husband as he pounded his hard cock into her grasping
pussy.

They came together, he spurting and splashing; she with that extra
sense of warm looseness, that special bursting of fires and a showering
of stars. Her ass made concentric circles, and her pelvis interrupted
those circles occasionally to bump gently against Bill's crotch.

"So fine," she whispered, "so wonderful."

And by the time he had partially melted within her, then backed his
softening prick out of the grip of her cunt, she was so relaxed that
she felt as if a major part of her body had turned to liquid and was
soaking into the carpet.

Regina was in a state of half-awareness when the boy stood over her
with his cock in hand. Peering up through lash-shadowed eyes, she
recognized her own son.

"May I fuck you now, Mother?" he asked politely.

She arched her tits up to him, and when he kneeled between her semen-
slicked thighs, Dale took both breasts in his hands to feel them
tenderly, to stimulate their nipples into another erection. Taking hold
of his hard young shaft, she fondled it awhile, enjoying the weight of
his balls, fingering along the cord that ran from his testicles to his
asshole.

Her son, her loving, horny boy, yearning to fuck his mother, even
though there were gorgeous young girls about, one his sister. They
would always have this farout need for each other, she thought, as she
rubbed up and down the pulsing head of his prong.

Dale shoved his cock into her vagina, sloshed it into the sheath that
was awash with his father's semen. It felt fabulous to her, electric
and incomparable, and she wriggled sensuously upon the rod, passing her
reawakening clitoris over the veined trunk, grinding and shaking.

He kissed her, ran his sweet tongue deeply into her mouth, and his
hands cupped the cheeks of her ass to lift her throbbing crotch to meet
his powerful thrusts. Slosh, her cunt went; whush, her pussy bubbled,
and she clamped her vaginal muscles down upon this most voluptuous of
all pricks.

They fucked steadily, with an intense dedication that closed out all
the other moving bodies around them. They shut away all the sounds--the
gaspings and moanings and the unmistakable noises of a prick moving
wetly within a suctioning cunt.

Dale came a heartbeat before she did, hosing his precious semen
copiously into her receptive vagina, pumping his creamy richness into
his mother's pussy, hot and heavy. She had the feeling of being boiled
inside, but her own heat blazed triumphantly forth and countered his.
Cresting upon a lovely, permeating orgasm, Regina shivered and broke,
arching her back and banging her cunt into his pelvis with an absorbing
fury--then falling back as he impaled her cunt and let the swollen head
of his prick stabbed at her womb.

She either fainted or fell into a soft and dreamless sleep. Regina
didn't know which, but when she came warmly alert again, there was a
new and zealous prick working within her snatch.

Carey, she thought, and held him calmly within the circle of her arms,
responding only slightly to the workings of his boyish cock. She was
the earth mother now, the all-mother, giving the comfort of her
saturated pussy to all men, sharing her heat and love. The boy screwed
with a swiftening, hurrying tempo that blurred his shaft into her cunt,
a slim piston of eager meat that soon turned into a miniature volcano
and erupted.

Lazily, she thought that now she had done it, that she had taken all
four of these beautiful males into her pussy, and now all that remained
for her this night was to take all of them into her mouth. And, to go
on to the three women who also awaited her love. Stella, her friend;
Judy, her friend's daughter; and, of course, her own sweet young girl,
Monica. If she could last so long; if she or some of the others didn't
tire and fall asleep, or worse yet, lose interest.

Never, she thought, and broke her lethargy to sit up and look around
her. Never would they fall into a rut of habit or duty or simply go
through the motions of making love. They were like a many faceted
jewel, able to catch the light and the heat from any sun. Together,
they offered each other so many variations, a plentitude of erotic
pleasures that could not pall.

Someone touched her upon the shoulder, and she looked up at the lovely
red-haired girl, Judy Baker. Judy asked, "Ready, Mrs. Abbott--for me, I
mean?"

Regina smiled. "I'm always ready," she said.


The End