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CHAPTER ONE

Anna Miller tossed her pretty blonde head restlessly. Her broad hips swung as she paced back and forth, and her huge tits, which were naked beneath her robe, swayed heavily. Right now, more than she had ever wanted anything else in the world, Anna wanted to feel a prick slamming up her hot cunt, and her husband, the only man whose prick had ever been inside her through her thirty four years, was out of town. He wouldn't be back for another week, and Anna believed in being faithful.

When the doorbell rang, she almost jumped out of her smooth white skin, although she realized immediately who was probably at the door. Stopping in the middle of the living room, she looked out through the open front door and the glass of the storm door, and saw that she was right. She had never before seen the tall, husky man who was standing on her front steps, but he was wearing a green work uniform and carrying a toolbox. She walked to the storm door and let him in.

"Hi, ma'am. Came about your air conditioner," he said.

"Great!" Anna said. She gave him a big smile. "I've been about to burn up ever since it broke down a few hours ago. It's really hot today."

"Yes, ma'am. It's been a hot summer," he said. He returned her smile, and in spite of the crudeness of his appearance, she felt at ease with him.

"Come on, it's in the dining room," she said. "I sure hope you can fix it. It's the only one we have up here. My two youngest sons have one down in the basement, but it doesn't do any good up here, of course."

"I'll try," the man said. She led the way and he followed.

"I wonder why air conditioners always break down when the weather's hottest?" she said.

"That's when they have to work the hardest. So it's natural," he answered.

Anna laughed at herself; she had asked a foolish question. They stopped in front of the air conditioner. She felt she had to say something else.

"I sure hope you can fix it," she said again. "It's so hot."

She clasped the front of her robe just below the neck and flapped it up and down to circulate the air next to her skin. As she looked at him, she saw that he had a very raw sex appeal, and she knew that part of the heat she was feeling was coming from inside her own body. She shook off the thought; it was ridiculous.

Larry's prick was the only one she ever wanted inside her. She just wished she could get it more often. He put it in to her only about once a week, which was when he was home. He was often gone on long business trips, as he was now. There had been a time when he had fucked her an average of once a day, but that had been in the early years of their marriage.

The repairman grinned. "It's none of my business," he said, "but that robe's probably making you hotter. I don't see why anyone would wear something that heavy in this weather."

"Just a stupid habit, I guess," said Anna. "Usually the air conditioner's on and it's cool in here, so I wear this a lot unless I'm going out somewhere. When the air conditioner broke down this morning, I just forgot to take this thing off."

"You could take it off now."

Anna looked him straight in the eyes. "But I don't have anything on under it," she said, and instantly she wondered how she could have been so bold as to say that. Hell, she hadn't even blushed when she'd said it.

His grin widened. "All the better," he said. "I'd love to see you that way."

Anna was sure he was, just k**ding. There seemed no harm in k**ding him back. "I could unbutton it a little," she said impishly, and she unbuttoned the robe down to her waist and pulled it open for a moment to let in air. She knew she was showing him a hell of a lot tit flesh.

"Very nice," he said. "I bet that's a lot more comfortable." He bent over and set his toolbox down on the rug. As he straightened, his shoulder bumped into one of her soft, massive jugs.

A tremor of pleasure raced through her, and that scared her. On top of that, she realized flaw that he might be getting the wrong idea. "I'd better go change into something else. Be back in a minute," she said.

"Sure," he told her. He started turning the control knobs on the air conditioner to see what the problem might be.

Anna turned away from him and walked into the hall. She stopped for a second, finished unbuttoning the robe, then walked on. Her bedroom was at the far end of the hall. As she walked, she wondered if the repairman was watching her. She hoped he was. It had felt good having his eyes upon ha, and although she wouldn't want anything more to happen, she enjoyed the attention. Her husband paid so little attention to her lately.

Halfway down the hall, she stopped. She held her robe together at cunt-level with one hand and turned around. Bending over, she reached down with her other hand and pretended to tick tsp a piece of lint from the plush carpet. The top of the robe yawned open, and as her tits hung away from her body, they knocked together in the open space. She looked back toward him and smiled; he was watching.

She straightened, turned away again, and went on. A few steps later, she pulled the robe off her shoulders and let it slide down her back to the top of her buttocks. She held it there as she walked.

When she was, in the bedroom she turned sideways, giving him a side view of one of her jugs. She reached out and swung the door almost shut, blocking his view. Then she took off the robe. Standing naked, she stretched. She felt wonderful, alive, and proud that a man wanted her. But with the door and the hall separating her from him, she also felt safe.

When she lowered her arms, she found out that the door and the hall meant nothing.

His big hands came around her from behind and grabbed her huge, pendulous tits. She gasped. Because of the thick rugs, she had heard him coming. He pressed against her, and through his pants she felt his stiff prick digging into her plump ass.

"No!" she said. "I didn't want you to do this!"

"Shit!" he answered. "This is exactly what you wanted, even if you didn't know it." He kissed her neck hotly and bit her shoulder. His hands kneaded her tits.

Tremors of pleasure raced through her. At first they were like the ones, she had felt in the dining room when his shoulder had bumped one of her jugs. But now the tremors grew quickly into electric jolts. Her big nipples swelled under his rough touch. She knew that her cunt was stiffening eagerly and that her cunt was flooding with juice. She ground her ass against his prick, wanting him inside her. And she knew then that he had been right -- she had wanted him all along!

"Yes!" she said. "Give it to me! Fuck me, baby!"

She took hold of his head and kissed his cheek as he kissed her and bit her neck and shoulder. One of his hands left her tits and slid down her belly to her cunt. He pinched her bloated pussy lips and jammed three fingers inside her. She quivered as he ran the fingers in and out while he rubbed her tingling cunt with his thumb.

She felt her fuck-honey streaming down her thighs. She worked her pussy muscles and snapped at the fingers inside her. The repairman turned his head and kissed her on the lips. Their hot tongues thrashed at each other and clung together.

His fingers came out of her cunt. She felt empty when the hand left her. But then she realized he was taking down his pants and shorts. His big naked prick beat out against her ass, hard and throbbing. She moaned happily.

"Put it in me!" she whimpered. "I want to feel it inside me!"

"Get on your hands and knees, you whore," he said.

Whore! He had called her a whore. In all her life she'd had only one prick in her. So it was funny to be called a whore -- but it sounded sweet.

And he'd told her to get on her hands and knees. Christ, he was going to fuck her like a dog! That was dirty. She and Larry had never fucked that way. They had felt it would be degrading to use a position that a****ls used.

But now she felt that if that were degraded, she wanted to be degraded. The picture of two dogs locked together flashed into her mind -- the male jabbing his red prick into the bitch's cunt. Yes, she wanted to be used that way by a man, used like a common a****l! She fell to her hands and knees on the rug and waggled her big ass at the repairman, begging for his cock.

He stood between her legs and dropped to his knees. Anna felt his prick-head wedge between her pussy lips. He took hold of her hips, and with a vicious drive, rammed his meat all the way up her slick cunt. His prick was longer and thicker than Larry's, and she was stretched in every direction as she'd never been stretched before. For a second there was pain, but it was flushed out and away by a swirl of heated pleasure.

Balls-deep inside her, he ground his hips, rubbing himself against her taut cunt, sending more delight shooting through her. She felt an abrupt emptiness as his prick retreated until the head was between her dewy pussy lips. But he thrust forward to fill her again, and now Anna thrust back at him.

This time his prick hit the back of her cunt. Her dangling tits swayed beneath her and slapped pleasantly together. She clamped her pussy around him tightly, holding him all the way inside her before he pulled back again.

Jesus, she loved it! She hadn't felt this good in years. In fact, this might be the best she had ever felt.

She had read somewhere that women did not really, reach their sensuous peak until they were in their mid-thirties, and she thought now that it might be true. She hadn't been fucked with this much energy since she was in her early twenties, and she thought it was even more thrilling now than it had been then. She remembered reading that women could stay at this sensuous peak for years, so she had many years of joy as intense as this to look forward to, if only she had a strong partner.

But Larry was too worried about becoming a vice-president of his company someday to take good care of his wife.

To hell with Larry! She thought. What counted most was what was happening to her right now, and right now the cock of some stranger was stroking rapidly in and out of her juice-drenched cunt, filling her with wave after wave of sexual pleasure. She pumped her hips a little faster and a little harder.

Yes, she thought, a stranger! Ten minutes ago she had never met him. She still didn't even know his name. I've was just a crude air-conditioner repairman with rough hands and a big cock -- a cock that was fucking the shit out of her horny pussy, giving her what she needed most in the world. God, this was her first fuck in ten days! Larry had left on his Goddamn business trip a week ago, and he hadn't even fucked her the night before he had left, although she had sure as hell tried to get him to.

And now... now she was going to cum! How long had it been since Larry had given her an orgasm -- five years? No, closer to ten... a hell of a long time ago. And hell was what she had been going through ever since.

Until now. Now she felt her guts building toward explosion.

The stranger's prick drove up her cunt faster, smacking brutally and thrillingly into the back of her pussy. With each stroke the pressure in her mounted. She groaned loudly and shook her hips from side to side for greater pleasure as she moved them forward and back along the length of his fiery cock.

When the dam of frustration inside her finally burst, she screamed, and her frustration was washed away as fresh juice blasted into her. Her pussy contracted wildly. She screamed again and again as the powerful orgasmic twitches kept shaking her. For a minute she lost the rhythm of the fucking as pleasure engulfed her body and her soul, but then she felt his driving prick -- the source of her pleasure -- charging faster into her tingling pussy. She threw her hips back into the rhythm.

Her orgasm subsided, but within a few strokes she felt another one starting to build. Two cums in one fuck! It had been a lot more than ten years since she had experienced that!

Her arms weakened with excitement, and she slumped down onto her elbows. Her tits stopped slapping together and, instead, plopped heavily onto the carpet. Her nipples found their way deep into the thick rug and got the rubbing of their lives. Her dark, swollen areolas and much of her white tit flesh got the same kind of rubbing and scratching. It all made her pleasure grow larger.

"Unh... unh... unnh... God, yes!" she moaned. "Break me open! BREAK ME OPEN, YOU FILTHY BASTARD! I WANTA CUM AGAIN! FUUUUCK MEEE!"

Somehow his prick seemed to drive deeper into her cunt. It sawed across her erect cunt as he stroked in and out. He fucked her harder and harder, and Anna gloried in the thought that he might really break her open.

What did it matter, though, as long as she came again? That would make it the greatest cum of all!

When she came, she thought she really had broken open. The strongest convulsions she had ever felt grabbed her pussy and shook it madly. Rut miraculously, her cunt seemed to melt back together, then break open again and melt back together once more.

The breaking-open and melting-together were still going on when the repairman grunted loudly and his prick started bucking inside her cunt. She felt spasms sweep through his cock then, and she felt his burning cum splash inside her pussy. Spurt after spurt surged into her, and she sucked at him with her pussy muscles, milking his every drop.

When their cum were over, he bent forward and laid his belly along her back, keeping part of his prick inside her. "You see, whore?" he said. "I told you that you wanted it. And you were good, too. I get pussy from horny housewives all the time, but you're the best ever! You want more?"

Christ, she thought, the best ever! She shivered with pride and excitement. And he had called her a whore again! He must think she did this all the time. But most of all, he had asked her if she wanted more, God, did she!

"You bet I want more, you big-cocked bastard!" she breathed. She started squeezing his prick with her cunt, trying to keep him from going soft.

"That's it," he said. "Oh, do it, you slutty bitch! You really know all the tricks."

His cock softened only a little, then grew hard again. Anna sighed with anticipation.

Slowly, he drove all the way up her pussy again, stirred himself around inside her, and came out. But instead of stopping at her pussy lips and coming back in, he came out completely.

"Hey, what the shit are you doing?" Anna said. "I want it now, not half an hour from how!"

"You'll get it in just a minute," he said. "First, get back up on your hands. I'll want to get hold of your tits after we get started this time."

Anna obeyed. Her tits swung freely as they came up off the carpet. For a few seconds, she thought about her three c***dren, all teenage boys. Greg was nineteen, Stan and Kyle were eighteen.

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School was out for summer vacation and they were out playing baseball this afternoon. They probably wouldn't be back for three or four hours yet. She wondered what would happen, though, if they came back early and found their mother being fucked by a strange man. Whatever might happen, one thing was sure -- it would have to wait until the fucking was over; she wouldn't stop for anything! She had gone without too long!

She didn't think anything unusual was going on when the repairman pulled her ass cheeks apart. But when she felt the head of his big prick nudge at her tight, tender asshole, she suddenly got scared.

Christ, he wasn't going to fuck her there, was he? Larry had never fucked her there. That was... dirty, she thought with a smile, remembering that she had also believed fucking like a dog was dirty, but it had turned out to be wonderful! Hell, she decided, she really wanted to be fucked in the asshole!

"That's right! Put it in my smelly asshole! I want it there! Fuck my shithole!"

God, she was getting vulgar, she thought, but it felt good to talk that way.

"Come on, ram it up me all the way, and do it hard. With your big prick, it'll hurt me like hell, but that's good. I'm just a cheap whore. Use me! That's what I'm for. Come on, hurt me!"

"If that's how you want it, it'll be a pleasure!" He grasped her hips firmly and thrust his hips forward. The first of many harsh pains tore through her as his prick-head was forced into the tight ring of her anus. He thrust again and his prick-head burst past the ring. Her opening was still being stretched horribly wide by his shaft. He thrust again, and this time launched into her balls-deep, with his prick-head far up into her bowels.

"Aaiiee!" she screamed, but she felt pleasure too, for there was a warmth inside her asshole that she had never known there before. "Let's go!" she said. "Pop it to me!"

He laughed, drew his prick back, and slammed it into her harder. This time she chugged her hips back to meet his thrust. She howled again as her shithole was skewered like a burnt marshmallow on a fat toothpick.

For a dozen strokes the pain was awful, but she kept pushing her hips back eagerly. Then at last the pain faded and the pleasure grew. His thrusts vibrated all through her belly and especially down into her cunt -- even to her clit! It swelled and tingled again.

Getting fucked in the asshole was tremendous!

Again, her tits swung beneath her and slapped together, but then his hands slid forward along her sides and down onto her hanging jugs. He gripped her tits, twisted them, and laughed when she groaned. Then he twisted harder.

"Slimy filthy bitch!" he grunted. "Cruddy whore!"

"Oooohhhh, fuck me!" she answered. "Fuck this Goddamn WHORE!"

She wiggled her ass as he drove into her, and soon she learned how to contract her asshole around his prick when he was deep inside her. She could feel the curve of his prick-head and every bit of his cock-shaft, and she loved the feeling. It had been stupid not to get fucked in her shithole all these years. Think of the fun she had missed!

"It doesn't hurt any more, does it?" he asked.

"No, it's beautiful," she groaned. "Keep it up. Oh, please keep it up! Drill your big cock all the way up into my stomach! And on up! Push my shit up, too! I wanta taste shit rolling out of my mouth!"

His thrusts picked up speed, and he sank his fingers even farther into her tits every time he drove his cock into her. Then he began jerking her tits hard in all directions.

"I think I'll tear your tits right off!" he said.

"Aaannnnhhhh! Yes! Go ahead! I love it! Tear 'em off!" she raved. "Tear 'em all the way off!"

He yanked at them more fiercely and she thought he really would tear them off. But it added to the intensity of her feeling, and she felt another orgasm -- her third one of the day! She churned her hips at him faster and wrapped her asshole tighter around his prick, trying to make her cum get there sooner.

Her orgasm broke loose, her empty pussy flying into contractions, but to Anna's surprise her asshole contracted, too. She had never realized before that her shithole contracted when she came. She had always concentrated on what was happening in her cunt and had never even thought about her ass. But with a prick up her shitter now, she had learned more about her own orgasms.

The contractions of her asshole around his cock felt marvelous to her. They were so strong she thought she might even snap his prick in two and she would go around forever with half a prick inside her -- which would be great if only there were some way of keeping it hard!

"I'm cumming!" she yelled. "Oh, God, I'M CUMMING!"

She pushed her ass farther and farther back, trying to keep as much of him inside of her as she could. Her cum faded but another one pushed in right after it, and she kept pushing herself back, needing her asshole to be full so she could get more pleasure from her contractions.

For several seconds he kept trying to fuck her with long strokes, but then his cock started leaping around inside her and, his strokes became short stabs, most of his prick staying inside her even when he pulled back. His hot jism squirted out of his prick, deep inside her bowels.

She fought for breath and fell forward flat on the rug when he took his cock out of her.

Kneeling beside her, the repairman rolled her over. She saw that his prick was still about half hard.

"Now look what you've done," he said.

"What do you mean?"

"You've got shit all over my prick."

Anna looked closer at his cock and saw numerous soft brown dabs of her shit. "Come on, we'll clean it off in the bathroom," she said. She stared to get up.

He pushed her back down, roughly. "No!" he snarled. "You'll clean it off right here! With your mouth!"

"No!" Anna said, but he threw a leg across her and sat down on the soft pillows of her tits, crushing them under his weight. He grabbed her hair, pulled up her head, and waved his prick in her face.

"Noooo!" she said again. "I can't do that!"

"You?" he taunted. "A whore like you can and will do anything -- anything at all. Now suck this shit!"

Anna thought it was more than she could stand, but as his cock came toward her lips, she was amazed to, find herself eager for this sickening perversion. No! She couldn't, she told herself. But her mouth opened and took in his shit-flecked prick.

She didn't gag at all. The lewdness of what she was doing released her, and she thought the smelly shit was delicious. She smiled up at him when she'd licked him clean.

He grinned at her. "Stay right there," he said, "while I go look at your air conditioner."

When he came back, he told her she was lucky -- the problem was only in a switch. He had fixed it.

She got up and paid him, and then he put her back on the rug and fucked her again before he left.

She kept lying there, alone. She felt too content to get up. Soon, though, she felt the stirring of desire deep in her cunt and tits again. She couldn't believe it. What was happening to her? She had just been unfaithful to her husband; she should be feeling guilty as hell. Instead, she was glad of what she had done, and her sensual urges told her she would do it again as soon as she got the chance.

As so many people do after going for too many years with too little sex, Anna had at last gone over the edge. Over the years, she had built up an enormous debt to a****l lust. And now that long frustrated lust had risen up and demanded payment. She would pay many times over, for the rest of her life. And she would love every second of it!

CHAPTER TWO

A few minutes later, Anna heard the storm door at the front of the house open. Someone came in and the storm door closed.

Oh shit, one of her sons had come home early and here she was, lying naked on the rug, and as soon as he came into the hall and looked toward her bedroom, he'd see her -- if she didn't move fast! She scrambled to her feet and swayed toward the bedroom door, but decided her robe was closer.

She lunged, snatched up the robe, and had just gotten her arms into it when her oldest son, Greg -- the nineteen-year-old -- came into the hall. He looked toward her and saw her naked tits, belly, cunt hair. His mouth dropped open. He swept his eyes up and down her body, then stared at her huge, hanging tits.

"Jesus!" he gulped.

"I was just about to get dressed," Anna said. "You took me by surprise."

Damn, he was good-looking! He was of medium height, broad-shouldered, and he had one of the hairiest chests she had ever seen. She was seeing it now, too. As usual in the summer, Greg wasn't wearing a shirt.

"Yeah, I guess I did surprise you," he mumbled.

Why didn't she button the robe, she wondered, or at least hold it together? But she let it stay open. She realized that she was enjoying her son's gaze. She was enjoying looking at him, too. That hairy chest turned her on. Then she looked down at his crotch and saw a bulge. He had a hard-on! She felt her nipples stiffen.

She wanted him! His hard-on was just a****l reflex, but the stiffening of her nipples was more than that. She actually wanted him -- her own son -- and wanted him more because he was her son! She had started breaking sexual rules two hours ago, and now that she had started, she couldn't stop. She wanted to break more rules!

But, dear God, not this rule! What she wanted to do now was the worst thing of all -- i****t! It was evil. She mustn't do this!

And yet she found herself strolling toward him, her robe still open. His eyes were eating her up.

"I think I'll go to the bathroom and take a piss before I dress," she said.

Greg just stood there, staring at her tits as they swung heavily with her steps. Then she saw his eyes jump down to her cunt, and she realized that the repairman's cum was rolling out of her pussy and down her thighs. So Greg could see what she had been doing! She didn't care. Hell, it was good that he could see! She smiled at him, and was both pleased and astonished at her own wantonness.

She stopped right in front of him.

"I think you've got a problem there," she said with a chuckle, and she reached down to fondle his hard-on through his pants.

The boy gasped. His hands started involuntarily for her jugs but fluttered nervously back to his sides. "Mom, I've never... I've never..."

"I know," she said. "You've never seen me like this. But you're going to see me like this a lot more often. Well, not quite like this. I'm tired of this Goddamn robe. I think I'll throw it away. I'm going to throw away a lot of my clothes. I'm always going to wear just as little as possible. And wearing nothing is best of all!"

As she talked, she took off her robe and threw it to the floor. After she finished talking, she seized Greg's head and pulled it down. She kissed him hotly, her tongue slashing into his mouth. Her body pressed against his, her massive tits flattening a little against his muscular slab of a chest.

Greg twisted, trying to get away, but Anna's arms slithered downward and locked around his torso. Her teeth snapped passionately into his shoulder. He lunged backward and stumbled against the wall, but Anna hung on and pressed herself against him again and pinned him there. Stretching upward, she mashed her mouth to his, kissing him again.

This time the boy's resistance crumbled. The sight and feel of her full thighs and soft heavy tits, her slick lips and questing tongue, and the knowledge that some man must have just fucked her turned him on. But most of all the fury of her a****l heat had aroused the a****l heat in Greg!

His arms went around her, and with a groan he hungrily returned her kiss. His sweaty hands slid all over her back and down to her big buttocks. He began kneading the plump, well rounded flesh, and his fingers curled into the crack of her ass.

Anna bumped her hips repeatedly at his crotch, thudding her belly against his hard prick, through his pants. Her tits were crushed against him, her big nipples digging into his skin. She pulled her arms out from behind him and clawed at his trousers. She got them unsnapped, and unzipped, and she forced them, along with his shorts, down to his knees. Then she dropped slowly to her own knees on the rug, her tongue and lips kissing down his hairy chest and belly to his stiff prick.

She was surprised at how big his cock was. She hadn't seen it since he was a little boy, when it had been tiny. Now it thrust out proudly, a good ten inches in front of his belly. It was much larger than his father's and even a good bit larger than the repairman s. She kissed the tip of it, took the whole head into her mouth, and swirled her tongue against it, tasting the seminal fluid oozing from the slit while his finger twined in her hair.

"Suck it, Mom! Stick my cock!" he cried.

Her head began inching forward. She let her teeth grate lightly along his sensitive skin and felt his cock throb in response. Her lips crawled along in front of her teeth, and behind her teeth her tongue swished back and forth on the underside of his prick.

The boy groaned again. He'd scored with several girls from school and most of those had given him blowjobs, too. But none of them had known what his mother obviously knew. They'd simply pumped their heads up and down along half of his shaft until he shot off, but his mother wasn't even halfway done yet and was already displaying more tricks than all those high school cunts put together.

God -- his mother! This was the woman who had raised him, who had given him orders and advice, and now she was kneeling in front of him sucking his cock! This was the woman who made love to his father! What would his father think? But did that matter? His father wasn't here and would probably never know. And Greg liked his mother better anyway. His father was gone too much, claiming that it was just to support his family better, but the boy knew it was really because of his father's over-ambition.

On the other hand, his mother always had time for her sons. And now she was giving him a kind of love she'd never given him before. And he had an idea that it was better than any love she gave to his father. If his father took much of this kind of love from her, would she be sucking her oldest son's cock?

Anna kept inching forward. She was halfway down his prick now and her mouth was full. She pulled her head back as slowly as she had moved it forward. Kissing the tip again, she took his turgid flesh into her mouth, still as slowly as before.

Halfway down again, she paused. She started to go back, but she wanted all of this beautiful, enormous prick inside her. But that would mean she would have to get him way down into her throat, and she'd never had a prick anywhere in her throat at all!

In the rare times she had sucked her husband, she had never gone all the way down on him, and today when she'd sucked her shit off the repair man's prick, he'd been only half-hard. Surely she could never get all of her son's hard monster down her, anyway.

But then Greg's hands tightened in her hair and he breathed, "I love you, Mom," and Anna knew she had to get all of his prick down her, no matter what! This wasn't just anybody -- this was her oldest son. He deserved the best and she was going to give it to him.

Her head began edging forward again, taking in more of his delicious prick. His prick-head was going into the top of her throat. She gagged but forced herself to keep going forward, and the gagging passed. She had seven inches of him, then eight and nine, and then the bushy hairs of his crotch were tickling her face and getting into her mouth. She didn't mind the hairs, though she just wanted the last inch of that great cock in her mouth.

She pushed forward again, her lips crawling along, getting more hair but getting more prickflesh as well. Then her lips were smack against his groin, and her chin bumped his egg-sized balls.

"Mmmmm!" she moaned, knowing she had all of him. She was proud of herself, and she liked feeling such a terrific length of cock inside her. His prick-head was at the very back of her throat!

Cupping her tongue, she ran it back and forth along as much of the underside of his cock as she could reach. Her teeth bit in a little deeper, and she sucked her cheeks in against his flesh managing to contract her throat a little and hug him tighter.

Greg couldn't believe it. He had heard about women deep-throating guys with cocks as big as his, but he had never believed it would happen to him. Now it was happening, and it was his mother doing it. He gritted his teeth and barely kept himself from shooting off.

"Oh, Mom, you sweet, sweet whore," he crooned. "Do it to me!"

Anna felt new wetness coming into her cunt, even as more of the repairman's cum dripped out of her. Her nipples swelled until she thought they would pop. She had liked it when the repairman had called her a whore, but it sounded even better when her son said it.

Quickly, she slid backward on his cock, letting her lips dance on his flesh.

"That's right," she said, smiling up at him. "I'm a whore -- a cheap whore. I became a whore today, and I'll always be a whore!"

And saying that, she started sucking his prick back into her mouth. She took him in a little at a time, went back and licked his cock-head, then took in a little more of him, keeping it up until she again had all of his cock inside her mouth. Then she began sucking him with long strokes over the whole length of his prick, slowing down sometimes to smack her lips thrillingly against him, and always weaving her tongue over his throbbing flesh.

"Jesus, Mom, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna CUM!" he yelled, and Anna started to bring her head off him. She had never had cum in her mouth -- it was dirty. But then she remembered again that what had been dirty had now become good.

So instead of spitting his cock out of her mouth, she pumped her head faster, wanting him to shoot off inside her. His prick began jumping, and his thick creamy jism exploded into her mouth. She held her head still then, with about a third of him inside her, grasped the rest of his cock with her hand and pumped him with it. She sucked hard. She caught all his jism in her mouth, and when his prick had stopped shooting, she swallowed all the huge load at once. It burned pleasantly down her throat and into her belly.

Getting up, she kissed him feverishly on the lips but kept sliding her hand tightly along his cock, keeping him hard.

"I've never swallowed your father's cum," she said. "That's one way you're the first. Now if you'll just keep that big prick stiff, you're about to become a mother fucker!"

The boy smiled, hugged her, and kissed her. "There's nothing I'd like better, Mom," he said.

Kissing again, the heat from their mouths seared each other. He closed his fist around a handful of her tit-flesh. His prick didn't wilt at all.

"Let's do it in a bed," Anna told him.

"Yeah," Greg said. Still grabbing kisses, he walked her slowly toward his bedroom, their arms around each other.

"Hold it," Anna said.

His pants and shorts were still around his knees, making his movements awkward, so she pulled them off him, along with his shoes and socks. He started her toward his bedroom again then, but she said, "No. In my room -- mine and your father's. That's where I want you to fuck me. In the same bed where your father fucks me."

There was something a little frightening about it to the boy, but something very appealing, too. "All right!" he said. They hurried down the hall.

"Who... who was the other man?" he asked. "The man who's already fucked me today? I don't even know his name. He came to fix the air conditioner."

"Was it... the first time you've..."

"The first time I've been unfaithful to your father? Yes, and you're the second. And there'll be more, lots more. Your father hasn't satisfied me in years. I couldn't stand it anymore. But I know you'll satisfy me. I can already tell you're a better man than he is."

They were by her bed now, and they tumbled into it, their mouths glued together. Anna's hips were beating at him with her fuck-need even before his prick was in her.

"Ooohh, fuck me, honey!" she said. "Stick it in me!"

He rolled on top of her as she spread her legs wide. Taking hold of his prick, she guided it to her pussy lips, and when the head was inside her, she put her hands on his slender ass and pulled him down. Her body arched up and met his and their bellies slapped together. His prick went deep into her cunt.

Anna humped madly, squeezing his ass cheeks to encourage him to keep up with her. She used short strokes, never letting his cock-head get more than halfway back up her cunt before taking him deeper again. She wanted to feel her pussy lips rubbed in different directions as often as possible -- moving inward as his prick bored into her, then being pulled outward as his cock retreated it heightened her excitement, and as turned-on as she already was, she knew it would make her cm soon.

"My tits!" she said. "Get my tits! Squeeze the slit out of 'em! Make my nipples burst!"

Greg was supporting himself with his hands flat on the bed and his arms straight up, but he dropped onto his elbows. Keeping up the short swift strokes of his cock, he swiveled his forearms and sank his hands into his mother's jugs. His fingers curled in deep, and he put his thumbs on the swollen nipples and pressed as hard as he could.

"Aaaaggghhh!" Anna yelped. "That's it, baby. That's it! Now fuck me faster. Faster! Aha... ah... aahh... AAAAHHHH."

His huge piece of meat speeded up inside her slippery cunt. He was riding higher -- right against he clit now -- and his thick rod was rubbing her erect clit back and forth on every stroke. Somehow her clit seemed to be swelling more and more, and she felt an orgasm welling up inside her.

"Faster!" she groaned. "Do it! Faster! Yes! Now!" The tension in her belly snapped as her orgasm tore loose. "Now! I'm cumming now, baby! You're making your mother cum! UUUNNNHHH!"

Her pussy convulsed wildly and she clung to his dick, staying with him even when his hips moved upward. She rubbed herself against him and twisted her flanks, massaging herself on his body at different angles.

As her orgasm ended, she eased her cunt-hold on his prick, dipped back into rhythmic strokes, and slowed down.

"Not so fast now, you motherfucker," she said. "I don't want you to cum too soon. I want a nice long fuck out of my son. I want to cum some more before you get off."

Greg slowed down with her, but kept his hands on her tits. He began working his thumbs in circles against the sides of her nipples and sometimes dragged his thumbs right across her fat jug-tips, bending the nipples down into her areolas.

"Ummm... good, honey?" Anna sighed. She kneaded his ass, pushing her fingers in deep when she wanted his prick to drive into her, pinching the flesh and pulling it up when she wanted his cock to move that way. "More," she said. "I want more of your cock in me."

He was putting no more than six inches in her, although that made her cunt pretty full. Gradually, he shoved his meat in farther.

Jesus, his mother had a tight pussy! He had figured it would be loose at her age, but she was as snug as any of the teenage girls he'd fucked. And sometimes she drew her cunt around him tighter when he was way up inside her. Only one of his girlfriends had tried that, and she hadn't done it half as well as his mother was doing it. His mom was one hell of a fuck? If he told his buddies about her, they'd envy the shit out of him. They had met her and he had seen the way they had looked at her, especially at her overripe jugs. Damn, if they could see him now!

When he was far inside her, Anna gripped him with her pussy muscles, trying to pull him in deeper, and she urged him on with her hands on his ass. But she held back, feeding her no more than an extra quarter inch of his prick on each thrust. He seemed reluctant to jam his whole cock into her. She guessed that he was afraid it would hurt her.

"Come on, darling, give it to me," she moaned. "I told you I want more cock! Fuck me!"

He grunted and drove more of his prick into her. He could feel his cock-head thumping into the back of her pussy, but he kept giving her more. Soon, though, he seemed to be stretching her to the limit. He still had a couple of inches of his prick on the outside of her cunt, but he thought this was all she could take. And even though it wasn't everything, it was still a hell of a lot! It was more than any of his girlfriends could take.

Anna cold feel him filling her and stretching her, but she knew she still didn't have all of him, and she wanted every bit of that magnificent prick. She had taken it all into her mouth and throat, and she was determined to take it all into her cunt.

"All of it!" she cried. "Give me all of it!"

"I'm too big for you, Mom," he answered.

"I don't care. I want it! Tear me apart if you have to! I've got to have it!"

She clenched his ass tighter and pulled him down hungrily, forcing his cock deeper into her pussy. She flung herself against him so hard she thought her bones would break.

Greg gave up trying to hold back and thrust fiercely into her juicy cunt.

"AAAAGGGHHH! OH, GOD! YES! AAAAHHHH!" Anna screamed.

She felt like she was splitting open. Her cunt was being stretched unbelievably, but it turned her on even more.

"Now, fuck me faster again!" she said. "Give me your whole cock on every stroke! Now, baby, NOW."

The boy lifted his hips and spiked his oversize cock all the way into his mother's pussy again. Stilt, she was really something! She had taken everything he had and she was loving it!

Anna screamed again as he hit bottom. Fuck, it felt like he was bouncing off her backbone! His cock rose and fell again, driving her butt into the mattress, and this time she came. Her pussy twitched frenziedly, and she felt new juice gushing out to bathe her son's cock.

He kept ramming himself into her, no longer worried about hurting her. It felt good to have his entire prick inside a hot pussy. His mom could take anything, he thought proudly. He wrenched her tits and fucked her harder and faster.

"Fuck me!" Anna ranted deliriously. "Fuck me! Fuck your Goddamn whore of a mother!"

Another cum was jumping through her belly, right on the heels of the orgasm stroke it. She had never had orgasms this close together before, not even in her early years with her husband, and now that it was happening, the pleasure was overwhelming her. She let go of Greg's ass and ran her hands over his back, then down over his ass again and onto his thighs, then up his back again. Her hands just couldn't stay still. She kicked her feet up and down on the bed as his prick pounded into her cunt time after time. Then she rubbed her feet up and down his legs. Her head tossed as her third orgasm in a row shook her pussy. Shit, no part of her body could stay still.

One of her hands went back to his ass and she wriggled her forefinger into his asshole. She drove the finger in as far as she could and began pumping it up and down, and Greg's thrusts into her cunt came even faster. She wanted to feel his cum blasting her now. She wedged another finger into his asshole and kept pumping.

"Come on, baby!" she yelled. "Cum in your mommy! Shoot off in your mommy's pussy!" She snapped her cunt around him tighter than ever.

She groaned as she felt his prick shiver and jerk. Then she felt the white-hot cum spurting into her. The feel of it brought on another cum of her own. She ground herself against him happily, pulling at him with her cunt to get all of his juice. When his last squirt was in her, he let all of his weight fall onto her. Then he started to roll off.

"No," she said. "Don't go. I like having you on me like this, especially on my tits. And I like feeling your prick still inside me, even if it is getting soft."

"Okay," he answered, and laughed softly with exhaustion.

"I'm glad you came home early," she said. "What happened to the baseball game?"

"Aw, it broke up early."

"Where did your brothers go?"

"They decided to go shoot basketball in another guy's back yard. They won't be home till suppertime."

Anna giggled. "That's a shame. I might decide to turn them into mother fuckers, too!"

"You're really serious about that whore stuff?"

"You're damn right I am. I want all the cocks I can get. For the time being, though, we'd better keep this our secret. I'm not sure yet what your brothers will think. But what ever happens, we're going to do this all we can. I want you to spend the night with me from now on when your father's not home. Since your brothers' room is downstairs, they won't have to find out about us unless we tell them."

He was about to say something, but she kissed him again and squeezed his cock with her pussy, wanting to get him stiff. She was ready to be fucked again.

CHAPTER THREE

"I wanta get some pussy!" said eighteen-year-old Kyle Miller.

"So who doesn't?" said Stan, Kyle's eighteen year-old brother.

Anna's youngest and middle sons were out in her station wagon, with Stan driving. They had told her they needed it to drive across town to a friend's house, but actually they were out looking at girls.

"But you promised you'd get me laid," Kyle complained.

"I didn't say I'd do it right away, though. Shit, I didn't get my first piece until I was eighteen. And I didn't have any help from my older brother, either."

"You still promised. And I don't wanta wait till I'm eighteen. That's two more years. Hey, what about that one?" He pointed to a girl walking along the downtown sidewalk toward their slowly moving car.

"God, Kyle, you just can't stop a girl and ask her if she'd like to fuck you and take your cherry away from you."

"Shit, I know. But look at her. I think she'd be a good prospect. You could use some of that charm you brag about, if you've really got any."

Stan was disgusted with his younger brother but looked at the girl anyway.

And then the expression on his face changed.

The girl was pretty and had long brown hair. She was wearing sandals, skin-tight blue jeans, and a white T-shirt. She was obviously braless. Her big round tits swung freely as she walked, and a brown nipple showed plainly through her T-shirt. She had an old Army pack on her back, and she looked lost and a little scared.

"For once in your Goddamn life, little brother, you may have figured something right," said Stan. "She looks like she might be a runaway. I hear they fuck like snakes!"

"Dam, I hope so!" said Kyle. "Look at those tits. She'd be a great one to bust my cherry."

Stan eased the car to the curb, thinking that he'd like to get some of this little bitch's cunt himself. He'd never fucked a girl with tits that big. When she was even with the car, he scooted across the seat till he was next to his brother, leaned across Kyle, and spoke to her through the open window.

"Hi. Can we give you a lift?" He smiled and gouged his brother in the ribs. Kyle smiled, too.

The girl looked startled but turned toward them. "Huh?"

"Can we give you a ride somewhere?" Stan said, still smiling.

"Gosh, I don't know," she answered. "I'm not really sure where I'm going."

"Maybe we can help," Stan offered, trying not to stare at her tits. "Come on; hop in."

She seemed doubtful for several seconds, but she looked at the two boys some more and said, "Okay." She needed friendly faces.

"Great!" said both boys at once.

Without any more gouges from Stan, Kyle got out of the car, helped her off with her pack, took her arm, and guided her into the front seat. After climbing in beside her, he put the pack on the back seat.

Stan gave her thigh a friendly pat and said, "There, that's better." He started the car and drove off.

"What's your name?" he asked her.

"Cassy Haynes," she said in a small voice.

"I'm Stan Miller and this is my little brother, Kyle. What did you do, Cassy -- run away from home or something?"

She laughed nervously. "Gosh, is it that obvious?"

"It looked that way," said Stan, "especially when you said you didn't know where you were going."

"Really, I was kicked out," she said. "My daddy stays drunk all the time, and yesterday morning he... he tried to **** me. His new wife -- my stepmother -- stopped him, but after he went out for more beer, she kicked me out of the house. She said she didn't want the competition. She said she'd kill me if I ever came back. And she might. She stays drunk all the time, too."

Stan put an arm around her, then let his hand sneak down and rest against her tits. "That's really too bad," he said. "What about your real mother?"

"She took off three years ago. I don't even know where she is."

"You must have some other family, though," said Kyle, who patted her knee and then left his hand there. Jesus, what tits!

"I've got one uncle, that's all," she answered. "And he lives way up in Alaska somewhere. I don't even know which town."

"You don't have anywhere to go at all?"

"No, nowhere at all, and I haven't got but five dollars."

Stan fondled her tit a little. "What were you going to do then? How were you going to live?"

"Peddle my ass," she said.

Kyle gaped. "You mean..."

"Sell my pussy," she answered. She managed to laugh. "I haven't been a virgin for a long time. But I've never sold my cunt before. Don't worry, thought. I won't charge you two a thing!"

Stan and Kyle both gasped.

"I know that's what you want," she said.

Stan laughed nervously. "I guess we were the ones who were being obvious this time," he told her.

"You sure were," Cassy said. "But I don't mind. I like you both. Shit, I wouldn't have minded Daddy yesterday if he'd been nice about it. I just like to be able to have a choice, and I don't like getting knocked around."

"No one likes getting knocked around," said Stan. "Look, maybe we can get you some food or something."

"Okay. I'd like that. All I've had today was a cup of coffee. Now why don't we just stop playing around and have some real fun?"

She unfastened her jeans and pushed them to her knees. She wasn't wearing panties. Kyle's eyes nearly popped when he saw her lush cunt hair. He reached down gingerly, felt of her bush, and wriggled his fingers down to her pussy lips. Christ, she was wet!

Suddenly, Stan got a case of conscience. "Look," he said to Cassy, "you don't have to give us anything if you don't want to. We'll still get you some food."

Cassy put her hand on his thigh. "Listen, I love boys and I love their cocks," she said. "And you don't know how damn good it is to be with people who smile. My daddy and stepmother snarled at me all the time. But, shit, right now it's pretty good to be with anybody at all. For the last twenty-four hours I've been totally alone for the first time in my life." She unzipped Stan's pants, took out his cock, and caressed it. Then she did the same for Kyle.

Kyle leaned over and kissed her on the lips. "That's the first time anybody's ever touched my prick," he said.

"She let go of Stan's cock guess I'd better let you drive," she told him. She kissed Kyle again and thrust her tongue into his mouth. Massaging his prick, she felt it harden quickly. "You're a cherry, huh?" she murmured. "I don't think I ever took a boy's cherry before."

"Well, I sure want you to have mine!" Kyle said.

She squeezed his balls. "I'm sure gonna take it!" she purred. She opened her legs as wide as she could. "Put a couple of fingers up my pussy and finger-fuck me. You can put your prick in there after we stop somewhere. Right now, though..." Cassy ducked her head and wetly kissed the tip of his cock. "I just love to suck boys off. How aid are you?"

"Same age I was when I got fucked my first time. You're well-hung for your age."

With her lips clinging to his meat, she slid slowly all the way down his cock. Kyle groaned and wiggled his fingers around inside her pussy. God, two firsts at once -- getting his blowjob while fingering his first cunt! And later he would get to fuck her! His first piece was going to be three years older than he was. It made him proud. He pulled up her T-shirt and grasped one of her big tits.

"Mmm," she moaned approvingly, his prick still completely in her mouth. She was whipping her tongue over his shaft.

"Damn, you two be careful," Stan hissed. "Someone might see you."

Cassy brought her head smoothly up Kyle's prick. "Maybe it'll encourage them to have fun, too," she said. "Besides, we're holding the action pretty low. They'd have to be at just the right angle to see us. And even if they did see us, they probably wouldn't believe it anyway." Just as smoothly, she went back down the cock and began pumping her head up and down.

"Well, if anybody sees us, I just hope it's not a cop," Stan said.

"So what? Cops like pussy, too," Cassy mumbled from around Kyle's rod.

Stan gave up and just drove, getting out of the downtown area as rapidly as he could. He went down lightly traveled side streets, waiting for the girl to finish sucking off his brother. After that, they could get her some food, then go somewhere and fuck.

Keeping two fingers in her cunt, Kyle fumbled blindly around her sex slit with his thumb. He rubbed across a hard nubbin.

"Oooo!" said Cassy. "That's my clit!"

"Oh, should I rub somewhere else?" Kyle asked. Both Stan and the girl laughed. "Shit, no!" she answered. "Right there's the perfect place. Keep it up! Yeah, that's right! Aaahhh!"

He had rubbed her clit again, and now he let his thumb rub harder. He twisted the fingers he had in her cunt. She was as hot as a furnace. He felt her cunt tighten around his fingers, loosen, and tighten again. He wondered how it would feel if she did that to his prick.

She came up off his cock, stuck out her tongue stiffly, and planted its tip against the tip of his rod. Then she slid it down under his prick-head and wiggled it back and forth. She dragged it all the way down the underside of his prick to his nuts. She laved his nuts with her tongue before bringing it back up the underside of his cock, licking him like a long lollipop.

Kyle squirmed and dug his fingers into her clit. He at the velvety feel of her skin and at the softness -- yet springiness -- of her jug-flesh. He got her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rubbed lightly, then pinched. He felt the nipple swelling as he touched it. It was really getting big! In fact, her whole butt was getting heavier -- and warmer. It was wild feeling the reactions of a girl's body to sex! It showed him she was turned on, which made his own lust grow. He kept rubbing her clit and twisting his fingers in her pussy.

She moaned gratefully and bit his prick-head. His loins jerked a little and he scorned to get harder Cassy swooped her head all the way down him again but came up gradually, dancing her lips on his skin. Then she moved her head faster and faster, sometimes twisting it a little to give him a greater range of thrills.

Suddenly he knew it was going to happen; he was going to cum. He had cum many times before but always horn jacking himself off. Now he was going to cum into the mouth of a big-titted girl.

"I'm gonna cum, Cassy!" he yelled. "I'm gonna do it!"

"Mmm!" she answered, and she made another noise that sounded like, "Good!" But she kept moving her head along his cock.

He felt the first squirt of jism rushing up from his balls. "Here it comes!" he said.

Her head became a blur as she sucked him faster than ever. His load began shooting into her mouth. He kept squirting and she kept sucking. They both grunted until his spasms ended.

When she brought her head up, her mouth was closed. She smiled at him and swallowed a few times. He knew his cum was in her belly.

She kissed him on the lips. "Wasn't that fun?" He nodded. "That was great!"

"I tell you what. Get down on the floor," she said.

"Huh? Why?"

"You'll see. Just sit down there. There's enough room for you."

He let go of her tit, pulled his hand away from her cunt, and slid down onto the floor. He had to scrunch up, but he wasn't too uncomfortable.

Cassy kicked off her sandals and pushed her jeans all the way off.

"Jesus, what are you doing?" said Stan from behind the wheel.

"Getting ready for more fun."

"Well, I'm heading for a restaurant."

"Wonderful. I'm starved," she said, but she was more intent on swinging one leg to the other side of Kyle. She leaned her shoulders against the back of the seat and scooted her butt forward until it was right an edge of the seat. She spread her legs wide. Kyle stared at her pussy, a few inches from his face. Her reddened curt lips were dripping with fire.

She hulled them open, letting him see into her depths. "Wanta eat me?"

"God dam it, do I!" he answered, his eyes bugger out.

"Dive in, then."

He eyed her gaping pussy lips for a few more seconds, licked his lips, then pushed his face right into her pulsing red snatch. He gave her cunt a moist, sloppy kiss, darted his tongue out, and started lapping her cream from her glistening labia.

"Good, baby," Cassy grunted. She put one hand on his head and with her other hand began caressing her.

His tongue went around and around her pussy lips. For a moment he pulled his head back sat looked at her tits. His eyes bugged out again. It seemed like he'd licked up about a pint of her juice, but there was as much cum on her pussy lips now as there had been when he'd started.

"You're a regular juice factory," he said.

Cassy laughed. "Yeah, I know. Other guys have told me that, too. Everybody seems to like me that way!"

"So do I," he said. "Nice juicy pussy!"

He dived in again. After circling his tongue on her pussy lips about a dozen more times, he thrust it at her erect clit.

"Yeah," she sighed. "Eat that thing! Gobble me up, doll!" Her lips rocked back and then lurched forward again.

He stabbed his tongue repeatedly at her clit. A barking moan jumped from her throat every time he struck. She pawed her tits heatedly and pulled at them, stretching them forward and down until they ached with pain and pleasure.

She didn't even notice when Stan turned the car into a fast-food restaurant. He parked in a deserted corner of the lot and grinned at his brother and the slutty girl. Then he shrugged his shoulders and got out.

Cassy let go of her tits and they bobbed up, swaying heavily. Pinching her nipples, she slashed them time after time with her fingernails, but the pain didn't really feel like pain at all. Any touch at all on her supersensitive tits gave her hot feelings but the harsher her touches, the better she liked them. Her head rolled back and forth against the seat.

Opening her hands wide, she grabbed as much of her titties as she could. Then she pulled her tits downward again, mashed them into her belly, and crushed them against each other.

More and more juice was flowing out of her cunt. Kyle brought his tongue back to her open pussy lips. He sucked up more of her cream and thrust his tongue into her twat. She was even hotter inside than she had been before, and he twirled his tongue around her pussy walls to make her still hotter.

He pushed his tongue in as far as he could, ran it in and out like a snake several times, and pulled it back to her cunt lips. He shook his tongue back and forth between her pussy lips, licking both pussy lips at once, then again began stabbing his tongue at her rigid clit.

"Yess!" she howled. "That's it, lover! Keep it up! Just like that! I'm gonna cum! Ah... all... alt... ah... unh... OOOOHHHH."

More juice flooded out of her cunt. He lapped it up with three hurried swipes of his tongue and attacked her clit again. Even more juice gushed out of he pussy.

"I'm cumming!" she cried. "I'm cumming like the biggest whore of all time!"

Her tits sprang up as she let them go. With both hands she shoved his face into her twitching loins. Her cunt was contracting madly with her best cum in months. Her hips bumped at him every time her pussy contracted, beating her raw wet sex slit into his face.

When Stan got back into the car her orgasm was just ending. She fell back limply, releasing Kyle's head. Her eyes had been closed, but now she opened them.

Stan had two sacks of food -- giant hamburgers, French fries, and milkshakes. All three of them ate ravenously, Cassy most of all. They ate in the parking lot, and she pulled her T-shirt down but left her jeans off.

When they were through, Stan started the car and got back onto the street.

"Where we going now?" Cassy asked. "Somewhere to fuck?"

"Yeah," Stan said. "Looking at you enough to make me horny anyway, but seeing you make it with my little brother drove me right up the fucking wall!"

"Wait till you get your dick in me. Then you'll probably go up the fucking wall!"

"He's still in line after me," Kyle said. "I haven't had your pussy yet."

"You can do it after me, little brother. My cock's about to bust out of my pants!"

"Shit, no problem," said Cassy. "I can take you both at the same time. Kyle, you can fuck my pussy while I suck your brother off. It'll be fun. I've never had two guys at once before. I've always wanted to try it." She licked her lips, and it had nothing to do with the hamburgers and French fries she'd just eaten.

Stan drove out of town and down a country road. He turned into a long twisting driveway that led to a tumble down vacant house and stopped the car out of sight of the road.

"No one will bother us here," he said. "My buddies and I use this place with girls all the time."

"Groovy!" said Cassy. She pulled off her T-shirt.

A minute later both boys were naked, too, and she was sprawled on her back in the rear of the station wagon, her big ass on the edge of the open tailgate, her legs dangling off. Stan was inside with her. Kyle was outside, standing between her splayed thighs, his turgid cock aimed at her waiting pussy.

Timidly but eagerly, the eighteen year-old-boy took bold of her wide hips.

"Come on," she said. "Put it in. It's easy fuck me."

He brought his cock-head against her yawning pussy lips. Anxiously, he shoved forward.

Her tight hungry cunt took him all in one slick stroke. His balls thumped against her ass checks.

"Now in and out, baby," she said. "Take it slow at first, so you can feel what's happening."

He drew his hips back, smiling as he looked down and watched his prick come out of her. Christ, he was finally doing it! Fucking! Fucking a big-titted girl as old as Stan was. And he -- Kyle -- had already made her cum once with his tongue. He could satisfy her!

Instantly, he felt like a man. Dawn, her pussy fell nice, so hot and wet and soft, but holding his prick so tightly.

He stopped backing out when his prick-head as between her bloated pussy lips. Then slowly he shoved his cock back in. He could feel his cock-head forcing back the walls of her cunt as he advanced. Still smiling, he looked into her eyes.

"That's right," she said. "That's good. Your prick feels good inside me."

All the way up her again, he felt her cinch her cunt around him tighter, the same way she'd done earlier when he'd had two fingers inside her. He was glad that she had sucked him off. If he hadn't cum once already, he'd be blowing his rocks right now from her cunt-hugging of his prick, and his first fuck would be over much too soon.

He kept moving slowly backward and forward, luxuriating in the feel of her strong silky pussy. On each stroke Cassy moved a little, too, gently rolling herself on her ass to meet him and then pull back.

Stan lay down on his side next to her, with his stiff cock even with her head. She turned her head and flicked her tongue over his prick-head. He rested his hand on one of her tits and played with her swollen nipple.

Opening her mouth wide, she swung her head forward and took all of hi