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Marie Kozyk tried for a moment to resist the pressure of his hands on her head, even though she knew she would not be able to for very long. She nibbled frantically at his right nipple, running her tongue over the tiny protuberance and grasping it between her teeth in a gentle grip, but this was a mistake: by exciting him this way, she had only made him all the more eager to have her suck his cock. He pushed harder against her head, and she reluctantly gave in to the pressure.

What a hypocritical sonofabitch you are, she thought weakly as her lips neared the half-hard tool lying across his belly. Paul Ryan, the voice of moral righteousness in Hardin County, and he wants to hare his prick sucked! You're too hung up to ask for a blow job straight out, you pious fraud, but you know I can't resist getting my mouth around your cock! And you're so fucked out already, you can't raise a hard-on without getting sucked a little, too!

She reluctantly twisted around on the motel room's bed, reversing her position and bringing her crotch closer to his end of the rumpled bed, but she knew that her shift would be useless – Paul had never shown any interest in muff-diving. Marie lifted her upper thigh so that he would be able to see every detail of her flushed, moist-lipped pussy, but he showed hardly any interest in her aroused condition. Paul Ryan, she thought, believed that pussies were made to be fucked and nothing more. There were times when she wondered how he managed to find the nerve to caress her slit even for the few moments that he did, whenever they met for one of their fuck sessions; it was all too clear that he considered his work done when the fat lips became coated with the hot, slippery oil which her cunt poured out so profusely whenever she became highly aroused. He lay on his back and continued pressing her head towards his cock, using both hands and entirely ignoring the juicy, ripe slit which she offered.

Marie looked at the long, thick hulk of his cock for a moment. Even half-hard, it was a good six inches in length and at least an inch in diameter. It was almost stiff enough to be forced into her cunt right now, though she would never have done so, nor would he have allowed her to without first going down on him. She took his dick in her left hand and gently forced the smooth pink foreskin off the head. As always, the sight of a big, handsome prick being skinned back sent a shiver of unearthly delight flashing through her nervous system. Pimples of gooseflesh sprang up all over her long, slender body and she felt her nipples growing even harder and more alive with feeling.

She pressed the loose skin back down the shaft until the head sat atop it like a huge, obscene mushroom. His cock drooped badly, tilting off to his left, but that only meant that she would have all the more fun: the sensation of a cock growing hard and hot within her mouth invariably gave her the deepest possible sexual pleasure and made her cunt all the more receptive to the tool's brutal, thrusting entrance. Marie jacked him off for a moment, enjoying the sight of the foreskin slipping over the head and then sliding back, and then leaned over him to take the warm tool into her mouth. As always, the feel of a cock against her tongue inflamed her senses with new urgency, and she crushed the soft, satin-smooth head against the roof of her mouth with her tongue. She ground her head around his prick with relish and groaned deep in her throat.

At the same time, she thrust her right hand between her thighs and grasped the full, sensitive lips of her pussy between her thumb and forefinger. She rubbed the big folds together and pulled them out away from her pussy; the increased pressure exerted a delicious pull on her stiff clitoris and she felt her desire even more strongly. Her hips contracted into knots of hard, quivering muscle and she tilted her butt upward, grinding the aroused flesh of her twat into her hand. Her tongue glided around the head of Paul's cock and scoured the deep groove separating the tip from the shaft.

Even if he was a barely adequate lover, she reflected in a tiny corner of her mind as she worked her mouth around his rod, he was at least a man and therefore more satisfying than her fingers. Her mind inevitably drifted back to Steve, her husband, and the comparison between him and Paul was ludicrous enough to make her grimace with wry humor. He had undoubtedly been a stupid, sensual Polack, as she herself had told him often enough, but he had a marvelous ability to make her pussy hum with sexual life. He had taught her how to eat a cock in the most exciting, efficient way and had also introduced her to pussy-licking, an experience which had left an indelible mark on her.

The horny bastard, she thought as she remembered the hearty way he had dragged his tongue along her crack, stimulating her from asshole to clitoris, celebrating his fortieth birthday by running off with that little slut who wasn't even half his age! I hope he got his money's worth out of her, the silly little bitch!

Marie's vehement sucking soon brought Paul's tool up to a firm, throbbing hard-on. His prick had swelled out to its maximum size and gave her a comfortable mouthful. She jacked him off with her left hand and rubbed the lips of her pussy even more strenuously with her right. He watched her play with the dark-red slit but made no move to help her. The steady flow of cunt lubricant had continued and her fingers were now brightly wet with the slippery substance, which had also welled out of the ripe slit and trickled down over her brownie.

"Ooohhh, honey! I can't wait any longer!" he groaned suddenly.

Marie quickly removed her mouth from his cock and rolled over onto her back. She would have preferred mounting him, sitting over his prick and guiding it up into her boiling-hot snatch, but he had no patience with such outlandish ways of screwing. Paul Ryan insisted that there was only one way to ball, and he was a man who was accustomed to having his way. Marie, well-versed in his sexual preferences after having dated him for six months, obediently brought her legs up high and spread them wide. Paul lay over her, extending his brawny, powerful arms to support himself and catching her legs just behind the knees, and she reached down to grasp his cock in one hand. She used her other hand to spread the lips of her pussy wide. After rubbing the swollen, livid tip of his prick over her soft, inner flesh for a moment and coating it with the rich oil her cunt had produced, she looked up with a question in her eyes.

"Ready?" she asked.

He nodded, keeping his own eyes locked in place at the junction of their sexual organs, and she nosed the big tool into the mouth of her cunt. He bore down against her and her hand kept his prick in place as he increased the pressure. Marie groaned slightly as the broad head forced the rim of her cunt into a big circle. By pulling her legs so far back, she had drastically foreshortened her cunt and, in effect, constricted the hole. Getting his cock inside her twat would have been far simpler had she been allowed to extend her legs to a more comfortable angle, but she did not object; if anything, she rather enjoyed it because it made the entry so much more deliciously difficult and therefore all the more pleasing. Apart from the climax, she loved the entry most and could gladly have endured it over and over again had Paul been wining to give her that particular pleasure.

Once his cock was in, it was in for good, he believed, and thus he made no effort to repeat the process. He forced his way into her hole with a powerful effort and she gave another little wheezing gasp of pleasure when she felt her cunt finally give way and admit the burly tool. He continued to watch his cock pierce her snatch and muttered something under his breath when he saw that he had firmly seated the stiff rod. Marie pulled her hands away and placed them around his hips. She dug her fingers deep into the tightly packed flesh and pulled him towards her, giving her hips a toss from side to side as she did so.

The extreme position she had adopted robbed her of most of her mobility, which was the basis for her main complaint against it. Paul preferred his women to be virtually immobile while they were being fucked. He had mentioned once that the women in the movies they occasionally saw had to be exceptionally depraved to mount a man and moved their bodies in such lascivious ways; it never occurred to him that his own hangups might be equally remarkable, and Marie knew better than to suggest such a notion to him.

Paul Ryan was an extremely complex man, no doubt of that. He had no compunctions about using his position as chairman of Midwood's school board to pressure the more attractive women teachers into going to bed with him, notwithstanding his reputation as a pillar of his local church and his married state. Hypocrites came in all shapes, sizes and colors, as Marie well knew, but she had never seen a more flagrant case than Paul Ryan. Still, for all his moral duplicity he was a man, she had to admit that, and the small, rural township of Midwood did not exactly have an abundance of attractive single men to squire her about. Except for the basketball coach who had left Midwood after one year, Marie had not screwed a man since her husband had left her two years ago – not until Paul Ryan had begun paying attention to her.

At thirty-seven, Marie seemed to be coming into her sexual prime, at least as far as her enjoyment was concerned. Never before had she ever wanted men so much, she thought, nor had she ever felt as much outright pleasure at having one, even so mediocre a fuck as Paul Ryan. There were days when her desire for a cock was so strong that she could almost feel one of the big, hot tools sliding into her cunt, which seemed to stay on a low boil at an times. Her taste for sperm was stronger than ever, too.

Paul leaned farther over her and extended his legs to the rear until he was supporting all his weight on his extended arms and the balls of his feet. His cock pointed straight down into her cunt and slithered in and out as he bounced up and down on her. Marie looked down and saw the thick spike plunging in and out of her; her cunt had already coated it with a rich coat of her juices. She remembered some of the scenes they had seen in the sex movies, and knew that Paul was consciously copying what he had seen there. A memory of those scenes flashed into her own mind and lent an added thrill to her enjoyment of the steady thrusting.

She knew that her asshole, tightly stretched and puckered, would be extremely visible. She could imagine the lips of her pussy stretching outward as he pulled his thick cock out, then being pushed down into the outer fold as he drove in once more. The sight of a hot, fat-lipped pussy being fucked had always struck her as sensual in the extreme and there had been a time, with Steve, when they had rarely balled without arranging mirrors around their bed so they could see themselves from a variety of angles. Paul's willingness to copy the styles of fucking they had seen on film would not extend to the final phase of the act, she knew, and this she found a source of occasional regret.

Ordinarily Marie would have preferred having her man shoot his balls off into her cunt, or possibly in her mouth or asshole, but there were times – perhaps once a week – when she would have liked for him to pull his prick out before coming and let her finish him with her hand. The mere thought of holding a big, hot cock, all slippery with cunt juices and fresh from her body, and fist-fucking it until the cum burst out in a fiery flood was enough to bring a low, guttural moan of desire to her throat.

Paul mistook the groan for lust and speeded up his plunging. Marie started to correct him, then gave it up; she would be able to excite herself enough to join him in his climax, she knew, and the hour was late enough that they ought to be getting back to Midwood anyway. She brought her hands up to her big, firm tits and palmed her nipples. The twin cones of lust-darkened flesh, sensitive in the extreme, responded quickly to her caress and transmitted extra amounts of sexual arousal to her nervous system. Her hips tossed jerkily and her cunt twisted around his pistoning cock.

"Unngghh!" he grunted. "God, make me come, honey, my balls are melting!"

"Aurrgghhh! Owwww!" she painted. "Oooh, fuck me, Paul, fuck my cunt off! Anngghh! Aiiieee! Do to me, do it now! I can't hold it any more!"

She shuddered as his prick drove into her pussy to the bans. The wiry hair growing around the base of the tool ground harshly against the lips of her pussy, mashing them against his crotch, and she felt his big, hairy bans scraping against the ultrasensitive mouth of her bung. She jerked up against him and sucked in a deep breath. Her abdominal muscles contracted with violent spasms when the climactic joy burst deep inside her cunt; the long, shuddering spasms caused her cunt to grip his dick tightly again and again. A low, quavering shriek of abandoned joy welled out of her throat when she felt his big cock heave once, then again, and finally begin spurting hot jizz.

Paul's orgasmic spasms never lasted long and the sperm only dribbled out in weak little jets but even so she felt him come. The pleasure of feeling a man's cock deep in her cunt, shuddering and quivering as his balls pumped out the hot cream, was enough to send her further into a delirium of sensual wonder. She continued grinding her hips around the impaling spike and clawed ever more furiously at her throbbing booby.

Just at the moment when Steve would have begun fucking her cunt with renewed fury, seeking to bring her body to another and even more abandoned stage of sexual pleasure, Paul collapsed weakly atop her. He released her legs and spread himself out on her with a long, wheezing gasp of satisfaction. Marie brought her legs down and locked them together around his thighs, giving one last flurry of movement, but she could feel his cock growing limper and smaller by the second. He was finished, she knew, and the knowledge that she had fucked the life out of his cock gave her far less pleasure than she would have liked.

Conceited bastard, she thought grimly. Pop your fucking nuts off and that's it, huh? Damn, what a waste of time! You can't even make a girl come twice!

There was nothing to be done, though. Once Paul had shot his wad, he was finished for the evening. No power on earth, she guessed, could get him aroused once he had emptied his balls in her cunt. He rolled off her with a grunt and lay on his back, dragging his wet, limp prick across her belly as he did so. She looked down at the small tool with a contempt she could barely disguise.

"It's getting late," he muttered.

"Yes, I suppose we ought to be getting back," she agreed, knowing that this was her cue to get moving.

They dressed quickly and left. Marie sat quietly as he drove her back to the spot where she had left her car; she could feel his cum slowly oozing out of her pussy and drenching her panties with its liquid warmth, but she did not move. Her skirt was due for a cleaning anyway.

Paul said little as they drove through the night, and his good-bye, when he pulled up beside her car, was only a perfunctory one. Marie watched him drive off and then, muttering a curse, got into her own car and drove away.

CHAPTER TWO

Marie eased her car into the carport beside her house, switched off the engine and went inside. She paused by the kitchen sink to pour herself a very stiff Scotch and water, figuring that the drink would help her relax and forget about the tensions still gnawing at her womb. She carried the drink through the darkened dining room and went directly to her own room, where she put up her purse and quickly undressed. The crotch of her panties was sodden with the sperm which had dripped from her cunt on the ride home; she used a dry portion to wipe off a trickle that ran down her left leg.

The Scotch quickly warmed her blood and she felt the effects of the alcohol. Added to the two drinks she had had before dinner and the stiff brandy afterwards, the Scotch was enough to put her into a very mellow mood. She eyed the stack of papers on the card table beside her bed and shuddered: all her biology classes at Midwood High had taken six weeks' exams that day and were waiting to be read and marked. They would keep until tomorrow, she told herself, or possibly even the day after. Charles Miller, the superintendent, might have frowned at her careless attitude, but he would have frowned even more, she realized, if she had offended Paul Ryan by refusing to go out with him that evening.

Marie slipped on a sheer dressing gown, belted it loosely around her waist and drained the last of her drink before going to the bathroom. Upon stepping out into the hallway, she noticed a light shining under the door of her son Mike's bedroom. It was twelve or a little after, she knew, and rather late for him to be awake so she went in to investigate. Her soft knock received no answer, and she repeated it. Still receiving no answer, she opened the door and looked inside. His bedside radio was playing softly and he was stretched out sound asleep. What brought her up short, however, was the fact that he was stark naked. He had kicked the covering sheet down and thus she was able to see his cock.

My God, he's hung just like his father! she thought.

She stared in amazement. Although he was sixteen and taller than she was, she still thought of him as a child, and therefore she found it all the more difficult to comprehend the enormity of the cunt-splitter rearing out from the dark patch of hair at the base of his belly. The tool was even larger than Paul's, and it was rock hard. A pair of man-sized balls completed the exciting picture.

Moving very quietly, Marie stepped across the room until she was standing directly beside his bed. The swollen cock, inflamed with lust and colored a deep pink, lay stretched across his belly. The foreskin was drawn tight around the big, arrow-shaped head; a tiny circle had formed at the end, showing the narrow slit crowning the very tip of the burly rod. Marie's eyes widened when she saw a tiny, shining droplet of sperm well up into that slit, and she felt a powerful surge of electric vitality radiate out from her clitoris. The tiny nub nestled between the lips of her pussy began transmitting frantic messages of sexual arousal to the rest of her body, throbbing heavily with every beat of her heart. Marie looked down at her son's cock for a long minute. She did not move a muscle, though a very observant spectator looking in just the right places could have seen her big nipples swelling out against the sheer fabric of her gown. All the frustration, all the pent-up emotion she had felt with Paul now surfaced inside her and came to a head. She felt a mighty throbbing inside her brain. After gazing longingly at the swollen prick, she gave a low, quavering moan and then impulsively bent over her son.

Lifting up his cock and placing her lips over the tightly drawn foreskin in one motion, she extended her tongue and licked up the droplet of sperm which lay in the tiny crevice crowning the big rod. The taste of his cum, so salty and yet also incredibly sweet, inflamed her senses with urgent desires. She lost all consciousness of herself and her surroundings; it seemed that she had become a gigantic mouth and that there was nothing else in the world but her lips, her tongue and the head of Mike's cock. The boy stirred upon his bed and in doing so involuntarily lifted his hips slightly. The shift was enough to make his prick slide a fraction of an inch farther into his mother's waiting mouth. Feeling the shift, she lost all control of herself.

Marie groaned – a sound of primitive, animal lust – and shoved her mouth far down the thick shaft of Mike's stiff cock. She never noticed that her exertion forced open the loosely belted robe, allowing her big, fire-tipped tits to swing free. Her tightly gripping lips forced back the foreskin covering the head of the prick, and she felt the naked, flaring head of his cock sliding into her hot, wet mouth. Her tongue naturally welcomed the knobby intruder, curling around it in a tight embrace and sliding over the most sensitive spots.

Although Mike was still asleep, he reacted in a thoroughly natural way: he thrust up into the warm, wet, tightly gripping cavity being forced around his cock and, in doing so, shoved more of his tool into her throat. The head slid far back, probing deep, and Marie felt a sudden surge of exultation. She had long ago learned how to relax her throat muscles, so a cock could penetrate her mouth to the maximum, and she exercised that capability now. Her lips brushed against the chestnut-hued fur growing out of the base of her son's bevy, and she had virtually an his hard prick in her mouth. She skewered her face around his cock, making her mouth and tongue do fantastic things to the big rod, and then puked away, only to drive her mouth down on his dick once more. Mike, coming awake now, still reacted instinctively and lowered his hips down to the bed, only to drive upward once more.

"Unnggh!" he moaned. "Ahhhh!"

Two thrusts were enough to bring his youthful, inexperienced passions to a boil. Marie thrived with savage delight when she felt his cock give a tremendous leap within her mouth; she gave no thought to the fact that this was her son's cock and that she was committing am incestuous act. Filled with overwhelming desire and conscious only of the bigness, the hardness of the cock in her mouth, she surrendered to its intoxicating power. The first shattering jet of sperm rocketed into her throat, and was quickly followed by mother of even greater strength. The hot cream flooded out of his cock in violent spurts and she was hard put to swallow all of it. Her hunger for the heady, tasty gruel raged, and her throat worked rapidly as she swallowed the hot load. She continued to work her face around his prick and caress the pulsating tool with her tongue until every drop of his load had been fired off. Once she had completely licked his cock clean and had satisfied herself that his climax was ended, she pulled her face away and gave a long, low groan of satisfaction.

"Mom!" Mike breathed, able to speak for the first time. "My God, I thought I was dreaming! It really was you!"

"Did you dream that I was doing it to you?" she murmured, straining to get her eyes into proper focus. "Oh, darling, I looked in to see how you were and… you were lying here naked, so beautiful, and I… well, I just couldn't resist, no matter how hard I tried!"

She was only too aware that his cock had lost little or none of its enormous size and stiffness. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she suddenly found that her thighs were quivering madly, and she clasped the big tool in her right hand and pumped it slowly, lovingly. Her saliva still coated the thick shaft and her fist slid back and forth easily.

"Jesus, you really did it!" he whispered. "You really went down on me! Nobody ever did that before!"

"It isn't a young girl's game," she replied. "A woman has to grow up a lot before she's ready to have a man that way."

"W-W-Was it really good?"

"Marvelous! You came and came and came," she answered, "just the way I like it best. Oh, Mike, I haven't had it that good since your father left! Mmmm, you were just wonderful!"

His prick remained hard as a bar of iron in her fist, and her slow pumping action inevitably reminded her of fucking. She became aware of her opened robe and of Mike's clear, brown eyes sliding over her big boobs. Whereas Marie ordinarily would never have permitted her son to look at her naked tits, she now found herself in a drastically different situation. Perhaps it was the strong aftertaste of his cum that still lingered in her mouth; it might have been the warm, comforting presence of his cock in her right hand. Whatever the case, Marie forgot all about their mother-son relationship and concentrated solely upon the self-evident facts: he was a man and she a woman.

Suddenly she felt desire sweep over her entire body in a tidal wave of sexual lust. Her cunt began throbbing, and she felt an urge taking shape within her body. Rising slowly to her feet and releasing her grip upon his cock, she shrugged out of the sheer gown and stood before him for a moment in all her naked glory. His eyes widened in surprise and roamed down over her softly curving bevy, farther down to take in the swelling line of her hips and then up the sturdy, womanly thighs to light upon the thick patch of dark fur covering her pussy.

Without saying a word, Marie got onto the narrow bed and knelt over his crotch. Her hands sought his cock, found it and brought it to a vertical angle. She nosed the naked, bulbous tip between the lips of her pussy – she nearly cried out with delirious joy when his hot cockhead scraped against her sensitive slit – and stuffed it into the mouth of her cunt. Mike had been taken by surprise by her quick move and made no move to stop her. When he saw what his mother intended, he raised himself up onto his elbows, but the sight of her pussy, angry red with lusty fervor, stilled whatever protest he had been going to make. He saw the puffy, swollen lips being stretched open by the fingers of one hand and his cock being guided into place by the other; the sight entranced him, and he watched with the greatest interest.

Marie rocked back and forth slightly, enjoying the feel of the big rod against the rim of her cunt, and then lowered herself. Her weight pushed the taut, muscle-rimmed mouth of her cunt down on his prickhead, and she gasped with pleasure as she felt her hole being stretched to the utmost. Mike's cock was far bigger than Paul, she now realized, and the hefty girth of his tool gave her am anxious moment before she felt it slip inside her box. She went farther down, taking three or four inches of his prick into her cunt, and then paused, shuddering painfully.

"Ooooh, it's wonderful!" she sighed. "I can't believe that anything would feel this good! Mmmm, I've been wanting something like this for so long!"

Mike said nothing, being far too engrossed in savoring the way her hot, slick cunt gripped his prick. He was no virgin, but none of the three girls he had fucked had attacked him with the knowing precision, the fierce joy that his mother displayed. And none, he quickly realized, had had a cunt so burningly tight! Not even Sally Field's pussy had been this tight, he thought, and she had surrendered her cherry to him! Marie's cunt still bore a slight coating of Paul's orgasmic spew which, together with her own erotic juices, thoroughly lubricated every portion of the tunnel awaiting her son's big cock. He was filling her to the brim, stuffing her cunt as it had not been stuffed in ages, and yet she felt not the slightest discomfort.

Even though the boy had shot off a load not five minutes before, he had already recovered enough to be extremely receptive to the unusual stimulation given by his mother's highly skilled cunt. He strained up, forcing more of the rod into her twat; the sight of his cock forcing the flesh inward stirred him deeply and he began thrusting in and out of her cunt at a faster clip. Marie joined in, and set up a grinding, thrashing counterpoint. She fucked eagerly for a minute or two, then abruptly stopped.

"No, not so quick!" she panted, reachlng down to still his thrusting body. "Make it last, darling. Make it last for a long time. Then we'll both come even better!"

"I don't think I can wait!" he gasped. "Unngghh! It's out of sight!"

Marie managed to persuade him to try it her way, and he gradually regained control of himself.

"Just enjoy it," she murmured, "but don't get carried away, not yet anyway. Let yourself build up again – there's plenty of time!"

In truth she could barely restrain herself. His cock bored deep and gave the most exquisite sensations to her tight, strained cunt. Mike continued to look at her pussy and the way it clasped his prick. She guessed that his girl friends were too modest to let him look between their legs to his heart's content; she remembered how painfully shy she had been when she was fourteen and fifteen.

For the first three years of her sexual life – from the age of fourteen, when she had lost her virginity to a hulking linebacker from the sophomore football team, to seventeen, when she had slipped into a passionate affair with one of her father's best friends – she had found it impossible to believe that anyone could really be interested in looking at that wet, hairy slit between her thighs. To be sure, every boy she dated wanted to feel it, and when they succeeded, they wanted to go further, but she could not imagine that they actually wanted to see it. Luke, her father's friend, had rapidly corrected her misapprehension. When he tried to kiss her hot little pussy the second time they furtively met, she had been scandalized, but he had insisted so strongly that she finally gave in. Later she had spent long hours sitting on her bed, a mirror held between her widespread thighs, and had examined her pussy minutely. Luke had convinced her of his sincerity in wanting to see and lick the swollen red slit, but it would be several years, before she finally saw that her pussy was indeed a beautiful, desirable thing. Steve had further reassured her, swearing that she had the best-looking, the sweetest-tasting pussy in all of Bradford College.

Mike's eyes worked a strange kind of magic on her. Even though neither of them was moving a muscle – except for his cock, which throbbed regularly with each beat of his heart – she felt herself nearing a come. Finally, groaning deep in her throat and bringing a hand up to squeeze one of her nipples, she lurched back and forth on him for a moment and came. Mike tried to join her, but she was too quick for him; the spasms rippled through her belly and died away before he could get himself hot enough to shoot another blast of cum.

"It's fantastic!" he muttered thickly when she settled back on him and opened her eyes. "When you were getting off, I could feel your cunt grabbing at me. It's like you were trying to milk me down! Jeez, I never felt anybody do that before!"

Marie did not bother trying to explain how she had worked so long so her cunt muscles would convulsively massage a cock when she came. There would be time enough for that later, she well knew. She begged for a moment or two in which to recover her equilibrium, and promised that soon he could join wholeheartedly in an all-out fucking session. She asked him about his sexual experience, finding it easy to frame such an intimate question when he was lying naked under her, with his cock rammed halfway up her lathered cunt. She discovered that he had screwed using only the missionary position. Marie had had plenty of that with Paul, and was determined to work out some of her more exotic desires that night. She suggested that he fuck her from the rear, dog-fashion, and saw a flashing light of assent in his expressive eyes.

"Some women can't make it this way at all," she explained as she lifted herself off him and looked down at his wet, cunt-smeared prick with relish. "But for the ones who can, there's nothing else like it! Especially when you want to play a more passive role."

She could not resist the temptation his juicy cock offered, and she bent over it. Her lips lightly grazed the musk-laden flesh; her warm, womanly scent made her clitoris throb even more rapidly. She sucked his cock lightly and kept a very close watch on his reactions, not wanting him to come in her mouth. After she had licked his prick free of the delicious juice, she gave him another moment to cool down.

Then she made him get off the bed and follow him into her own bedroom, where the big double bed would give them more freedom of movement. She pulled the covers back and knelt in the exact center of the bed, reflecting as she did so that this night she definitely would not sleep alone! Mike settled himself behind her and felt for her cunt, uncertain as to how he should proceed.

"Just take your time," she murmured softly. "Patience, remember? Get acquainted back there and when you're ready, just do what you feel like doing! And this time you won't have to hold back for anything. God, I feel so horny I think I could cream any minute!"

He located her hole, and awkwardly guided his prick up to the moist lips of her pussy. Marie pitched forward at the waist and flattened her tits against the bed, bringing her rump high in the air. She reached back between her thighs to part the lips of her pussy and guide his cock into place, though he was doing very nicely; once her hands were there, she began stroking her clitoris tightly. He angled the stiff shaft of his cock up until the big head was poised in the slippery mouth of her cunt, then began moving forward.

Marie let out a low, whimpering moan of joy when she felt his cock spreading the mouth of her cunt once more. He paused, fearing that he might be hurting her, but she reassured him on that score. More confident, he increased the pressure as her finger glided over her clitoris and intensified the longings bubbling within her womb. She gasped when his cock pierced the tightly stretched hole and popped into her eager cunt.

"Ugghh!" he groaned. "So fucking tight! Mmmm!"

Marie's mouth formed a series of silent "Oh's" and "Ah's" as he pressed against her, more intent now upon his own pleasure, and she felt her cunt being sliced apart by his relentless advance. Once his prick was firmly seated, she lifted her torso off the bed until she was supporting her weight on her knees and elbows. He was boring inward all the time, pumping back and forth with a slow, easy, rocking motion, and soon she felt that her cunt was being stretched to the limit. She bucked back against him and twisted her ass from side to side; he answered with an even more vicious thrust that nearly pitched her forward onto her face. Marie pulled her knees forward slightly and thrust her rump back in an effort to open her twat completely to him.

"Ooohh, fuck me!" she whimpered weakly. "Harder! Do it harder!"

Being fucked in this position, she had always thought, had given her the absolute maximum enjoyment of a man's cock. No other style of fucking allowed her to feel the tool with such exquisite precision, and few allowed such deep penetration. Besides these obvious advantages, there were moments when she definitely fancied being made into a creature of lust, a sexual slave completely at a man's most depraved whim. She had plenty of moments when her desires were of a completely different nature, but at this exact point in time, she derived a great deal of pleasure from passively receiving her son's eager thrusts. His big cock plunged in and out of her slit easily now, and he held her flanks in a death grip as he sought to excite himself to the bursting point. Marie contented herself with an occasional answering toss of her big ass and continued stroking her clitoris with one hand.

She pulled that hand back when he drove all his swollen cock into her cunt. His big balls, tightly packed with jizz, bounced against the lips of her pussy and scraped over her clitoris: she twitched convulsively when she felt the big eggs brushing the most sensitive part of her body. Mike grunted out an incoherent phrase and began fucking even faster. She knew that he was on the last lap, and that knowledge made her own senses hum all the more vibrantly.

"Anngghh!" he suddenly groaned. "Aurrgghh!"

She waited for him to lunge against her one last time and then plaster his quivering body against her butt as his prick blasted out stream after stream of steaming cum. Reaching between her thighs once more, she found his balls and rubbed them lovingly against her clitoris. She could feel them dancing about in the hairy bag, just as she could feel his distended prick swelling and pumping with convulsive spasms; his jism shot against the mouth of her womb in a blinding flood of orgasmic fury and sent her senses reeling with frantic joy. She bucked against him one last time and then felt something pop inside her belly. Enormous waves of blinding pleasure enveloped her, spreading from her cunt and clitoris to every part of her body and infusing her with a delirious pleasure. His cum, heated to near the boiling point by his lusty fervor, washed over the inflamed surfaces of her cunt and made her climax even more intense.

They hung together in that tight, shuddering embrace for several minutes. Mike rocked back and forth, working his prick in and out of her hole a few times, once the most violent part of his pleasure had passed; he knew how to heighten his own pleasure and the friction supplied by her tightly gripping cunt made his prick throb even harder. Finally he wilted against her, but she supported him easily and continued rubbing his bans over her pussy.

"No, don't take it out yet," she whispered when he tried to move away from her. "Stay on me! Stay on me! I love to feel a cock in there!"

After another moment she persuaded him to roll over with her so that they were lying on their sides, him behind her, his prick still lodged in her cunt. She rolled against him and reached between her thighs to caress the mighty tool which had fucked her so well. He said little, having been depleted by his fierce passion and its sudden release, and soon drifted off to sleep. Marie luxuriated in his warm presence, and slowly drifted off to a satisfied sleep herself.

CHAPTER THREE

Marie woke up before her son the following morning. As soon as the fog of sleep cleared from her brain, even before she opened her eyes for the first time, she was conscious of his warm presence beside her. The sensation of being in bed with another person at first reminded her of her husband, then of – Paul she had never spent the night with him, however – and only thirdly of her son. When she moved, she immediately became aware of the strenuous experience she had had the night before the all-out fucking session had stimulated muscles she seldom used in her screws with Paul, and her son's big, stiff cock had left her pussy raw and aching.

They had gone to sleep locked together, just as they had been when he had flooded her cunt with hot, thick cream that last time; his prick had slipped out of her cunt during the night and had allowed the sperm to seep out onto her flesh. When she moved, Marie felt a glowing warmth begin spreading outward from the lips of her pussy. Reaching down to test the slit, she found that it was still wet and slippery. Drawing her finger through the hot, throbbing lips, she bathed her finger in the liquid warmth she found there; the touch had em exquisitely pleasing effect and left her trembling with eagerness. She removed the finger and tasted it – the flavor was a heady, brain-twisting mixture of her own ripe cunt oils and her son's fresh, salty jizz.

Finally, Marie eased herself around until she was looking at her son. He lay on his back, sleeping peacefully; she could see the outline of his cock under the thin covering sheet. The tool looked as big as it had ever been the night before, even when it was thrust into her cunt to the hilt and was spurting out those incredibly sweet jets of hot sperm.

Marie eased the sheet off her son's body, consciously willing him to remain asleep, and held her breath. Gradually she uncovered the meaty treasure which had caught her eye. She twisted about on the bed, moving very slowly so as not to disturb the boy, and brought her face closer to his cock. The tool had skinned itself back in becoming hard and she could see that it was indeed a prime fucking implement. A crust of dried cum ringed the big, flaring head; she could see the gray scales of left-over sperm and at once recognized them for what they were. Holding her hair back, so that it would not drag on his body, she bent farther over him and whaled softly.

That same violently exciting aroma of leftover sexuality greeted her nostrils. The view of his cock, so big and hard, so eminently fuckable even at that moment, made her heart leap with a primitive joy. She ran her eyes over the long, thick rod and took in every detail. She loved the way his big balls distended the bag in which they rode; he looked as though he were loaded with cum and she quivered expectantly when she cast her mind back to the night before and remembered the violent way he had shot his load into her mouth. The memory of his jism, heated almost to the boiling point and sharp with lusty flavors, made her clitoris hum with new sexual energy.

Inevitably she brought her lips closer to the intoxicatingly beautiful tool, and then closed upon it with her lips. At first she kissed his cockhead softly and tenderly, barely touching her lips to the big rod, but her tongue soon nicked out to taste his meat. His cock tasted almost exactly like her finger after she had nun it through the lips of her pussy, and she found that she could no more resist the enchanting flavor than she could have stopped her pussy from throbbing so powerfully. Within seconds she was sucking his prick furiously, plunging her mouth far down the thick shaft and crushing the head of his cock against the roof of her mouth. She shivered with obscene delight when she felt that big, bulbous tip spear into the back of her throat; at that moment she wanted to be in total sexual possession of him. Had he had more cocks she would gladly have stuffed them into her cunt, her ass, her hands, between her tits, anywhere a prick might find a warm, snug resting place.

"Uh… hey!" the boy grunted, coming awake with sudden surprise. "Mom! Jeez, you're making me want to come already!"

Marie looked up at him and smiled with her eyes, never removing her mouth from his prick. She gave him an encouraging look, telling him that everything was all right and that she wanted to serve him in this way. He sank back onto the bed and relaxed somewhat, lifting his hips upward at the same time and plunging his cock deeper into Marie's waiting mouth. She moved from directly over him to a position above him, resting her cheek on his belly; when he drove his hips upward again, his prick speared in and out of her mouth. Marie realized that this was almost exactly the way it would be if she were kneeling above him and holding her body still while he fucked in and out of her cunt. That thought made her flesh tingle even more, and she consciously made her mouth into a cunt. She captured the head of his cock between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, holding it as tightly as possible, and he showed his appreciation of the change by fucking harder than ever. He reached down to hold her head immobile and soon was plunging his massive cock in and out of her mouth with a hard, driving intensity that told her he did not have long to go before he would again be flooding her mouth with his sperm.

Quite a change from Paul Ryan, Marie thought, her heart beating more eagerly every second. There were times when Paul's cock seemed to have no feeling in it at all, and he could thrust away at her cunt forever without having any effect. More than once he had lost his hard-on while fucking her. Young Mike's prick seemed to be made of steel, and she wondered if it would ever go down. The thought of taking a day off and fucking him into a state of limpness had a certain basic appeal to her, and she promised herself that she would try to carry it off at the earliest opportunity.

Meanwhile there was still the matter of the big prick now spearing in and out of her hot mouth. She could feel the muscles in his belly knotting tighter, drawn into quivering bands by the sexual tension she was helping create within him, and for a moment she regretted that his cock was not in her cunt. The moment of regret quickly passed, and she knew that she would have ample opportunity later to sample that tool, to feel it being thrust deep into her slit and prying the walls of her cunt apart.

"Unngghh!" he groaned, stiffening his body and lurching upward with a frantic urgency. "Ooohh, get it on, get it on and suck me off! I'm coming!"

Marie sucked harder than ever. Her fist circled his cock and she began masturbating him furiously, knowing that her hand's plunging strokes would help him attain an even more violent climax. When the first steaming jet of sperm burst into her mouth, flooding her taste buds with raw, undiluted male sexuality, she felt an answering response from her own pussy. She clasped her thighs together tightly, squeezing the lips of her twat together with her legs, and bobbed her hips back and forth. Though her own climax was nowhere near the kind of all-pervading total feeling of sexual delight she had known the night before when he had shoved his rigid tool so deep into her cunt, it was still a climax, and she groaned with utter delight as she felt her come mounting higher. She continued sucking her son's cock and jacking him off; the hot, salty sperm flooded out stronger than ever. She sucked his prick until the tool ceased its pulsating spasms and then finished him off by capturing the head of his cock between her thumb and forefinger. Steve had taught her how to give him that final caress, that last fillip of sexual pleasure, and she watched her son's prick closely as she squeezed the big, ripe head between her fingers. Sure enough, another droplet of his cum oozed from the slit in the pricktip. She squeezed it out onto the ball of her thumb and then transferred it to her tongue, delighting in the last taste of sperm.

Mike could hardly believe that she had actually sucked him off and had done so without making any effort at getting similar treatment in turn. She laughed at that and assured him that the pleasure of feeling his dick explode in her mouth had been a sufficient reward in itself, though she went on to admit that she had also had a small orgasm at the time his prick had been shooting. He expressed his surprise upon hearing that; she replied that she had always been able to achieve a climax when sucking a man off. When Mike expressed an interest in knowing how this was done, Marie gave him a short lesson in female sexuality.

She rolled onto her back, positioning her crotch close to his face, and spread her thighs wide apart. He showed a very real interest in examining her pussy, and she proudly displayed the hot-lipped slit to him. She pointed out the clitoris' hiding place and told him about its especially critical role in helping a woman achieve a full measure of sexual pleasure. She also indicated other important areas. Mike listened carefully, and appeared to take it all to heart.

Naturally the lesson had an entirely predictable effect upon the strong, virile boy – his first orgasm had only whetted his appetite, it seemed – and soon he was fingering her pussy eagerly. Marie lay back for a moment, working her box against his finger, and discovered that her son had a real talent for exciting a woman. His touch was light, as she had suggested, and affected her powerfully. For a moment she hoped that he would eat her cunt before starting to fuck it, but then she remembered her date in the motel room with Ryan, and at once the desire vanished. Her pussy would still have a residue of his sperm on it, and she had no desire to have her son's lips touching that man's cum!

My God, she thought as she pressed down with her hips, forcing her pussy against his fingers with more pressure, I'm actually lying here and thinking about having my own son eat my pussy! Is there nothing I won't think about?

Mike had other aspects of lovemaking on his mind, however. She was only too aware of his throbbing boner, which lay stretched across his belly like a bar of steel fresh from the furnace; the big, thick rod almost glowed with animal warmth and seemed to cast off a powerful sexual radiation. She could feel its strongly sexual impulses flowing into her nipples, it seemed, and from there spreading over her body with irresistible force.

"I think you're working us both up for a fuck!" she whispered. "At least, that's what you're doing to me. I hope it's working that way for you, too!"

Mike admitted that this was exactly what was on his mind, and Marie had no doubt whatever that he would soon have that magnificently swollen cock deep in her cunt; the only question was how this was to be done. She remembered the night before and how she had mounted him. Remembering this, she pulled him onto her body with impetuous hands and reached down to guide his rigid prick between the lips of her pussy. She sighed gently as she rubbed the huge, distended cockhead up and down her fragrant, moist furrow, so hot with lusty fervor; the mere feel of his cock against her pussy was almost enough in itself to bring her oft she knew.

Mike muttered an indistinct phrase, which she took to mean am expression of urgency, and she obediently stuffed the prick down into the mouth of her cunt. At the same time she threw her legs around him and locked her heels together at the small of his back; he rode into her with a sharp lunge that sent a third of his stiff cock spearing deep into the heart of her cunt. She cried out sharply upon feeling so much of the lust swollen tool plunge inward; the size of his cock seemed much greater now, and she threw her cunt up to him in a motion of total surrender. Cries of lusty joy ebbed from her lips, forced into life by the tremendously passionate forces at work within her fully aroused body; she rubbed her boobs into his broad chest and thrived as her nipples scraped against him, sending shudders of ecstatic delight over her flesh.

They fucked each other with a mounting fervor that quickly led to long, loud cries of agonized joy as both of them gave voice to the emotions raging through their lust-tom bodies. Mike began coming when he drove his stiff cock into his mother's cunt for the third time; she felt the big tool squirt out another jet of scalding sperm as it nosed into the deepest part of her cunt. The sensation set off an answering explosion within her own loins, and she began fucking with more intensity than ever. Her animated gyrations naturally heightened the boy's climax and, as he emptied his balls into her womb with loud cries of joy, she felt her cunt turn into a pulsing, fiery mass of anguished flesh. Heaving and shuddering with every movement of their bodies, she fucked her way to a long and exhausting climax, one that persisted until long after Mike's big balls had ceased to spit out that intoxicatingly delicious cream.

"Oh, wow!" she exclaimed. "I'd forgotten what it was to fuck like that! Mmmm, you made me come over and over again. I thought I'd never stop!"

"Better than old Ryan?" he asked in a gentle, chiding tone.

"Oh, you know about him, eh? God, I've hated myself sometimes for giving in to him," she muttered, worried about his reaction. "But then… well, I just couldn't see anything else but to go ahead."

He assured her that she would never have to turn to Ryan again for her quota of sex, a promise which affected her in an odd way. On the one hand, she readily admitted that Mike was far superior to Ryan as a lover; the boy's sexual vigor and readiness to learn were assets which Ryan could never have. Still, he was her son, and Marie was not so broadminded that she could accept incest with no qualms whatever. It would take a supreme effort of her will, she knew, to turn her back upon so satisfying a lover as Mike, and she could see that she might well have to learn to live with the fact of incest.

They disengaged themselves after a while, and Marie went to fix their breakfast. After putting the breakfast dishes away they looked at each other silently, read the agreement in each other's eyes and returned to her bedroom. They spent most of that day sprawled on her bed, and at the end of the day she still had not marked a single exam paper. She had, however, administered a thorough-going sex test to her son, and had found him passing in every respect.

Their sex continued to blossom, and for the next week they thought of little else but their need for each other. Mike showed no qualms whatever about fucking his mother, and proved to be quite as proficient with his tongue as with his cock. They sucked each other in a variety of positions, often timing their climaxes so that they erupted at the same time; Marie especially loved to feel her cunt turning upside down and squeezing itself empty of every emotion at the same time that her mouth was being filled to overflowing with her partner's hot, sticky jism.

By fucking and sucking each other at every opportunity, they quickly cemented a new and far deeper relationship than they had had before. Thus Marie was especially put out when Paul Ryan called her at school on Friday, a week after the night when she had sucked and fucked her son for the first time, and insisted that she go out with him that evening. She tried to stall him off, but he refused to accept any of her evasions. She dared not refuse him point-blank; legend in the teachers' lounge had it that the few teachers who had declined his invitations had been teaching elsewhere the following year. Marie felt very secure in her home and had no desire whatever to find a new teaching job. She finally reluctantly accepted his repeatedly pressed invitation and agreed to meet him at seven that night.

Mike exploded with rage when she told him of her capitulation to Ryan. He fumed mightily when she tried to explain her giving in; she could tell that his outburst was aimed mostly at the lecherous Ryan, though inevitably some of his fury washed back upon her, too. Marie tried to point out to him the delicacy of her position, but that only made his anger hotter. The quarrel ended with him angrily stamping out of the house. Marie's heart sank as she watched the boy flee; she could not blame him for being angry, even at herself, since she felt a deep sense of disgust with herself as well as with Ryan. She wearily stacked the dinner dishes and went off to her bedroom to prepare herself for the evening ahead.

CHAPTER FOUR

Ryan took Marie to a neighboring town, and they went to an "adult" movie house. The first film, "Playground Swingers", was very much like several of the other fuck films she had seen with him, and involved three young couples who tried to pass themselves off as young teenagers. The girls looked to be about twenty, perhaps; they were an very well-built and fairly good-looking. The boys were an average lot, though one had an enormous cock which reminded Marie of her son's bulging prick. The couples quickly went through their paces and spent the remainder of the first hour fucking and sucking in a wide variety of positions. The boys moved from girl to girl, shoving their pricks into mouths and cunts with equal readiness, and Marie was again reminded of the special joy she had felt when she had tasted her own cunt juice on her son's stiff cock. Paul sat tensely through the film, barely moving; he did not care for hand-holding or other forms of physical contact while he watched the actors and actresses going through their lustful paces.

Marie settled back to watch the pricks being devoured by young, greedy mouths and cunts. As she watched, growing more and more aware of her own hot pussy – in spite of her feelings toward Ryan, she could not help being aroused at the sight of so much sexual activity – she wondered how Mike would react if he were sitting beside her. She tried to imagine herself occupying a seat beside him, and inevitably she saw herself reaching out to caress his prick, perhaps opening her own thighs to his questing hand in turn. She would remove her panties before going into the movie house with him, she thought; it would be nice to feel his strong, gentle fingers playing over her naked pussy as they watched other pussies being licked and probed in the most lascivious ways.

More than once, while attending these movies with Ryan, she had seen couples engaging in more or less advanced forms of sexual by-play as they watched the films. A lot of those couples had no qualms whatever about exchanging depraved caresses, she knew, and on several occasions she had been sure that she had seen women having orgasms. Once a couple had been sitting directly in front of them; when they had entered to take their seats, she had looked over their shoulders and had seen the man's hand plunged far under the woman's dress. Later, during an especially provocative moment in the film, Marie had seen the woman's head slowly topple over onto her date's shoulder. During a silent moment in the film's action – the man had pulled his cock out of her cunt and was shooting thick streams of cum over her tits – she had heard soft, fluttering gasps of unmistakable pleasure from the seats in front of her.

On another occasion she had been certain that she had seen a woman's head dip down and disappear in front of the man beside her; Marie had gone away believing that she had seen a man getting a blow job in a movie house. It was entirely likely, she knew; the patrons of those films tended to sit apart from each other as far as possible, and if one were on the back row, there would probably be no limit to what one could do. Unless, that is, one were attending the movie with a dull, mindless clod like Paul Ryan!

The second film was an entirely different story. Titled "The Great Danish Lover", it proved to be by far the most exciting film Marie had ever seen, though the beginning did not look like anything out of the ordinary. The film opened with a shot of a young, attractive-looking blonde sitting at a desk and punishing a typewriter. From time to time she would stop typing and reach into a drawer to pull out a magazine. The camera peeped in over her right shoulder and got a closeup shot of her reading matter; it was a pornographic magazine illustrated with shots as revealing as any Marie had ever seen. The camera showed the girl focusing on one special picture, a rear view of a couple at the absolute peak of what must have been an all-out fuck session.

The girl, who straddled the man, was deeply tanned all over; there were not even any triangles of white flesh over her nipples or covering her cunt mound. She had lifted her box off her well-hung lover and was grasping his cock, which was photographed in the very act of spurting out a thick spray of milky sperm. The shot caught the lovely contrast between the white cum and the dark flesh; a couple of blobs of sperm could be seen on the hairy lips of her pussy and another was arcing into the opened lips of her slit.

The girl put down her magazine and pushed her chair away from the desk, obviously in a high degree of distress. She wore a handsome off-white dress which barely covered the tops of her thighs and which molded her full, soft booby Marie could see the nipples poking at the clinging material, as if they were anxious to be freed. The girl pushed her chair against the window sill just behind her and propped her feet up on the desk. Her dress slid up around her stomach, revealing a wisp of yellow nylon trimmed with white lace. A dark shadow could be seen behind the panel of nylon.

The camera now moved to a position directly in front of the girl and below her – Marie did not stop to wonder how they had accomplished that shot – and focused on the junction of her widespread legs. Wisps of dark hair hung out on either side of her panty crotch, and the lighting was good enough to give the viewers a hint of the lusty flesh behind the panel of nylon. The girl reached down to begin caressing the upper parts of her thighs, and Marie felt her own body begin tingling with a subtle awareness. She had always loved the scenes which showed girls masturbating. Paul detested them, being interested only in the parts which showed pricks going into mouths or cunts, but Marie found that she could always get extremely aroused simply by watching another woman diddle herself.

The girl's hands moved slowly till she was rubbing her pussy through her panties. Marie became more aroused with every minute, and it was not long before she could feel her clitoris throbbing heavily. The girl continued to rub her pussy and gradually worked one finger into the leg of her panties. The sight of that finger working behind the filmy gauze struck Marie as far more exciting than a direct view of the action would ever have been; she could allow her vivid, hyperactive imagination to work freely and construct am image of the way the girl's finger was sliding over the swollen, lust-darkened lips, perhaps pausing to give the rigid clitoris a stroke and maybe even fondling the sensitive mouth of her cunt. Marie sucked in a deep breath and held it. She tried to will her body into a state of lesser excitement, since she feared that she might very well have an involuntary climax herself, and she did not want Paul to know that the film had affected her that drastically.

After fingering her pussy behind the panties for a moment, the girl pulled the garment aside. Marie's cunt at once slowed its race toward a climax when she saw that the pussy was not quite as exciting as she had imagined it to be. The girl had one of those slits in which the outer lips dominated the inner, the latter resembling delicate rose petals demurely peeping out of the fat folds of whiskered flesh enclosing them.

There was no mistaking the reality of the scene, however, and that did a lot to compensate for the pussy's lack of attractiveness to Marie. The camera alternated between closeups of her fingers roaming over her box, and wider shots which gave them a look at the girl's lovely face. She was enjoying herself, no doubt of that; this girl was am extremely accomplished artist and knew exactly how to give herself pleasure of the most abandoned sort. The sound track caught her quick, shallow breathing and the soft, whimpering moans that escaped from her lips as she worked herself up to a sharp emotional peak. Marie could not help responding to the sounds of sex, just as she warmed to the sight of the girl finger-fucking herself, and she knew that she was headed straight for an orgasm of her own.

"Mmmm, fuck!" the girl murmured in a husky, quavering tone. "Come! Cream! Ooohhh, come, you pussy, come! Fuck!"

She was running her finger up and down that juicy, passion-moistened slit in a way that must have been excruciatingly delightful. Marie was sure that the girl was on the verge of coming when suddenly she stopped. Rising to her feet, the girl pulled her hands away from her pussy. For a moment Marie thought that she was going to stop masturbating and her heart sank with despair. But the girl was just going to remove her panties. When she resumed her seat, with her legs propped up on the desk and spread wide apart, her pussy was completely bare. Her cunt mound had a small muff of dark hair covering it, a completely sexual sight, and the camera again returned to its vantage point just in front of her twat.

This time the girl attacked her cunt in a slightly different way, one which Marie found even more exciting. She continued rubbing her fingers up and down her slit, but she also reached under her left hip and began stroking the flesh around the mouth of her cunt. She teased the camera boldly, spreading the lips apart and then squeezing them together; the sight of that dark, whiskery slit opening and closing had a powerfully erotic effect upon Ma